Can we Fix Westeros?

by fvdv123

The Stranger moved Old Guy to Westeros. His mission is to try to keep his favorite characters alive. Mr. M. is always too eager to kill them off. The Old Guy is going to be OP, so he could only bring four wives with him. This is the last of the Fix It stories, so the OP action is over the Top. M rated for the matrimonial activities and stuff.

13. Chapter 13

Disclaimer:

Mr. M., Mrs. J.K., You know, sometimes I can type out a story in a few months or even a few weeks. Sometimes I stare at my keyboard and wonder what the hell I am doing. Sometimes I am pondering on the meaning of life. Ah, you're not buying that crap? Meh, it was worth a try, I am doing this for free after all.

Previous:

The sound of screams and cracking bones came from behind us when we walked away. Leaf walked next to us and said, "Thank you Dragon Boy, visit us when the Night King is finished, if you can, plan for a space to house Giants and Mammoths, they are our alleys and their living space is getting smaller."

Hmm? Now that I think about it, these House elves wannabees are letting me do all the work?

13 Playthings?

I looked at Leaf and said: "There has to be a contribution from your people too, Leaf, do you think that you can sit in your cave and let me do all the work to clean up your mess? Now you are asking me to consider the Giants and Mammoths, what is next? Do you have any other demands? Do I have to let the sunrise from the West and go down in the East?"

Leaf looked up at me, "If we could kill the Night King, we would have done that long ago, Dragon Boy, there are not many of us left, what can we do to help you that you can not do better than us?"

"I need solid information on his location," I answered, "What I can not do is be in several places at the same time, I need Allies that can protect my back without having to worry they put a blade through it. I need eyes and ears to give me that information."

Bam! Those are enough platitudes to get them to my side, it is a collection of lines I stole from Fan Fiction. You know, the Hero convincing the peasants to die for his cause, or the Xantia Maiden that allows her subordinates to get a sniff of her body fragrance and get in front of her to stop the beast tide she started.

Xxxxx

Back in the main cave, the leaders had a meeting to discuss the new development, no doubt my demand of them contributing was on the table. Qhorin was admiring Dark Sister while drooling all over it.

"How did you know it was there, Lord Potter?" he asked, "Rumors said it got lost during a raid."

I shrugged, "He was the last known wielder, and going on that conniving character, he would have it close by all the time. Ah, the meeting ended."

Leaf came to me, "We agree to join your cause, Lord Potter, what can we do to help?"

Hmm? Crap! Now I have to think of some noble cause that they can do… A quest to throw a ring into a volcano? No, that has been done, searching for Horcruxes or Hollows is done too… Guarding Snow White in the Forest… nah, there are more than seven of them, she would run out of lube…

Ah! "I need the exact location of the night king, and need you to convince the Wildlings that once the Night King is dead they have to learn to bend their knees or move up North. Once the Night King is dead, the purpose of the Wall will end and will melt."

What do you think? That is a noble quest, worthy for a noble people to get recognition, isn't it?

After a bit of discussion, Leaf said: "We will do our best, Dragon Boy. We kept an eye on his location already, his main base is a thousand miles North on the land of always Winter, recently he moved five hundred miles South in the Haunted Forest at the Coast of the Shivering Sea."

Man, they have the Undead theme hands down in naming their places, Shivering Sea, Haunted Forest, Bridge of Skulls… that and getting your nuts frozen up made this not a fun trip… Don't laugh! As a dragon, I have huge balls! I am glad my Little Dude is hidden in a fold, letting it hang out there would be bad for reproduction.

I grinned at Leaf and asked, "Hey Leaf, are you afraid of heights? I am in the mood to pay that Night King a visit, I just have to prepare something. I'll come back in ten days, first I will have a nice flight with my Crow."

I took my Communication Journal out and asked the girls to arrange everything I needed.

Xxxxx

We spent four days touring the Lands Beyond the Wall, I did not really need to do that, it was more like a vacation for me and to let Qhorin get a better picture of what is living Beyond the Wall. When we were on the way back, we spotted a small warband at the Fist of the First Men. I used an invisibility spell on us and made a slow pass over it to let Qhorin have a good look.

At a safe distance, I said to Qhorin, "First I was planning to capture a few of those, but I rather not alert the Night King of our presence. We better head home."

I landed sixty miles away from that small warband, stored my saddle, and said, "There is no place like home, don't you agree Qhorin?"

Qhorin understood and nodded, "Aye, Lord Potter, I'll report to the Lord Commander, are you going to visit us when you return?"

I nodded and said: "I probably need you in Kings Landing to confirm my story, Commander Mormont has a Communication Journal connected to Kings Landing. We will notify him when we need you."

He sighed, "There is no place like Home,"

Qhorin disappeared with his Portkey, I created one for me and ported home.

Xxxxx

First I showed the girls what I found out in my Pensieve, Craster's Keep, the Children of the Forest, the Bloodraven, and the Undead Warband.

Hermione commented, "Your idea to deal with it is the best, Harry, we started the construction of five devices and the gear to attach them to our Dragon form."

Susan nodded, "We have collected all the barrels of Wildfire from Kings Landing storage rooms. We put them into my Manor Trunk."

Daphne sighed, "We are going to do this all by ourselves again, aren't we?"

I shrugged: "How long will it take for the Seven Wardens to call their Banners and move beyond the Wall? Once they get there, they will only provide more warriors for the Night King."

Daphne could only agree, "You are right, we have to include the Wardens though, set a meeting up with Elia in the Red Keep."

Britta giggled, "They will get a heart attack when they see those memories."

Xxxxx

Two days later the Wardens of the Seven Kingdoms ported into the Throne Room of the Red Keep, along with an Honor Guard of ten Men at Arms. After the ruffled feathers were back in place, we came to the topic of the meeting.

Elia came to the point, "My Lords, Lord Potter made an expedition Beyond the Wall to check out a rumor. The rumor that the Night King and the Others are real or an old women's tale to scare the children to bed."

She looked around to see the reactions, most had a wait-and-see expression on their face, she continued, "Those rumors proved to be right, a few days ago they showed me the proof. A proof I want to share with you if you have steady nerves, it will take about ten minutes, ten unsettling minutes."

Stannis grumbled, "Some Magic trick no doubt?"

Qhorin Half Hand and Commander Mormont stepped forward, Qhorin said, "I saw the memory already and can confirm its authenticity. Scary but true."

Yeah, they are in for the ride of their lives, a memory extracted from a dragon will result that everyone that enters the Pensieve will appear as a dragon in mid-air. The best part? We decided not to warn them in advance.

Elia pointed at the round table with the Pensieve, "Sit on a chair, when everyone is ready you put one finger into that silvery substance, you will see the memory, when it is finished it will eject you."

All the Lords sat down, everyone was present, even the Iron one, Lord Harlow was the unlucky one who got selected. Once they were ready, they stuck their fingers in the goo. I did too to explain. They appeared in the air as dragons, their instinct kicked in and everyone started to flap their wings.

I projected my voice into their mind to calm them down, "Relax, spread your wings, and glide alongside the green dragon with Qhorin on its back. What you are feeling now is what we feel when we are in our dragon form. If you want to speak out loud you have to use Dragon language."

I spoke up, §Can you understand me? Try to speak instead of roaring.§

An old shabby silvery one shouted, §By the Seven! Get me out of this unholy beast! I don't want to be a Sinner and go to the underworld!§

§Relax, Lord Tully,§ said Elia, a sparkling Black Dragon, §I saw this memory several times and I am still sane. Focus on what you see on the ground, they will appear in a minute.§

Stannis, Doran, and Tywin kept their cool, Stannis a dull black dragon, Doran a light brown one, Tywin an old gold-colored one. Mace Tyrell, a brown fat dragon was dropping a load every ten seconds, it was a good thing that this happened in the Pensieve and is not real… I hope he is not crapping his pants in the throne room. Jon Arryn already saw it, he is the Hand and needed to be filled in, Lyanna had compassion and showed her father the memory in advance. He was a White Dragon surprisingly, I thought he would be a brown one.

Harlow was a pale blue dragon and very uncomfortable, §By the Drowned God! I hope this is over fast, we are not made to be up in the sky! Where did that green one with the Crow on its back go?§

I answered, §Look on the ground, I made myself invisible to take a closer look, you will feel yourself fly lower and glide over my target.§

Everything slowed down, I made a pass over that warband two hundred feet above them, two White Walkers on skeleton horses, a few hundred skeletons of different kinds, humans, animals, even a giant, and a bunch of wraiths. That shut them up, dragons have perfect vision, better than eagles, and they did not like what those Wardens saw.

Once we got ejected out of the Pensieve, Elia commented, "This memory is real as Qhorin Half Hand testified, to prove this is not a fabrication, Lord Potter will extract a memory of this meeting from a volunteer."

Nobody spoke up, not even Dad Stark-in-law, Elia sighed, "Lord Potter if you please."

I took Elia's memory and put it in the Pensieve, "My Lords, this time you stay human."

Only Stannis, Tywin, Doran Martell, and Jon Arryn had the nerve to get in again, while Hoster Tully and Mace Tyrell were reciting passages of their scriptures and praying to their Seven Gods.

Lord Harlow commented, "That was a disturbing sight you showed us, Regent Targaryen. What is to be done with it?"

"Wait for the others to come out of the Pensieve," said Elia, "There they are! Lord Potter, can you remove your Pensieve and put the map on the table?"

Every Warden gathered around the table, Qhorin pointed out the locations of the tribes and the White Walkers Warband.

He commented on the Warband, "I discussed it with Commander Mormont and our Maester, that warband is collecting new troops, every corps is a new soldier, every living thing that crosses their path is killed and resurrected as an undead. It won't take long for them to overtake everything beyond the Wall."

Commander Mormont added, "Then they will come for us."

Tywin asked, "You expect us to raise our Banners and go beyond the wall? For what? To make that undead army even bigger? Most of the soldiers will be too scared to fight those things."

Elia pointed at me, "Lord Potter will destroy them, he showed the undead army to you as proof they exist, so you will believe him when he says he killed the Night King. He is offering one of you a place to be a witness. You will ride on his back."

Tywin nodded, "I suggest Lord Baratheon, Stannis is young, brave, and honest, most of all he is not related or connected to Potter."

Stannis was grinding his teeth, on one side he was pushed forward to join a dangerous expedition, on the other side he got complimented for being brave and honest.

Finally, he said, "I agree for the position to be a witness, how many of my men can we take along?"

I answered, "None, this will be a dragon-only mission. My wives and I will do battle, you are there to be the witness."

Stannis growled, "I am not so craven that I can sit and watch others do battle!"

Daphne said, "Lord Baratheon, you will be nine hundred feet up in the air, even if you use a bow and arrows, they will do no damage. The only way to fight the Night King is from a distance, his Magic is too strong."

Xxxxx

A Portkey delivered ten people in front of the hill of the Children of the Forest. The girls started preparing while I alerted the Children of my arrival.

Stannis looked around, "This is where those Children of the Forest live? It is not impressive at all."

I shrugged, "Do not underestimate their abilities, Lord Baratheon, in the Age of Dawn, they sunk the connection between Essos and Westeros so that only the Stepstones were above sea level. Later on, they tried to do the same at the Neck, that is why it is a march right now. If you think digging a Canal is impressive, try to sink a land as big as the Neck."

Leaf came out of the barrier and welcomed us, "Dragon Boy, you came back, is this the day for battle?"

First I introduced all my wives to leaf and ended with, "Last but not least, this is Lord Baratheon, Warden of the Stormlands, one of the Seven Kingdoms. He will be a witness for the Crown."

Lyanna called out, "Change into Greeny, Harry, so we can put the armor on."

Armor was a too strong word for it, some plating to protect our belly, at last, they attached the device underneath that would deliver our surprise.

Lyanna, Britta, Lysa, and Ashara will ride their sister wives, Alys stayed home to manage the increasing immigrants and expanding Harbor.

While Lyanna strapped Stannis in the saddle, she said, "A point of warning, Lord Baratheon, this saddle is spelled to protect our husband in his dragon form. Any negative action against Lord Potter will trigger the defenses. He put a lot of trust on your integrity to let you ride on his back, we, however, are not that trusting."

Lord Baratheon nodded, "Understood, Lady Lyanna, now, how do I steer this dragon?"

My roar was deafening, "I am not a fucking horse, Baratheon! You sit on my back and enjoy the scenery!"

Lyanna sighed, "That was the next thing I wanted to explain, Lord Baratheon, we are humans that can change into a dragon, we are not animals that you can command at will. This will probably be the last time a stranger will fly on a dragon, so treasure this feeling."

We adjusted a saddle so Lyanna could tale Leaf along. When everything was set, we took off with a roar. Following Leaf's directions, after a few hours of flight, we spotted the army from afar, I heard Stannis swear at the size of the army. Circling high above the army we searched for the Night King, it was not that difficult, under a minute someone was hurling ice spears at us.

We flew higher to get out of reach and opened the containers that were strapped underneath our bodies. The whole stock of Wild Fire got unloaded while circling the Night King's position, barrel after barrel dropped on the ground and burst open, the girls ignited the Wild Fire by dropping burning torches. Soon the whole region of the Night King was a raging fire.

Suddenly all the skeletons dropped down, followed by the wraiths, lastly, the White Walkers disintegrated. I commented, "It is done, did you see enough, Baratheon?"

Stannis answered, "I did, Potter, now get me back to Kings Landing so I can be as far as possible from this madness."

We landed next to the remains of the army, a sea of bones, and a raging fire. Lyanna freed Stannis from the saddle and gave him a portkey, "Kings Landing!" and Stannis was gone."

"Thank you," said Leaf, "I never thought it would be over that fast."

Daphne smiled, "Good planning wins wars, Leaf, we will stay here until the fire is out. Do you want to go home?"

Leaf went home to report the victory while we waited for the fire to end.

Xxxxx

Up in the Void, two entities were looking down on the burning rests of the Night King's army.

"Do you understand now why it isn't fun anymore, Death?" complained the Stranger, "They waltz in, fix most of the problems in a few months or years, and win a war in an afternoon!"

Death nodded sadly, "The Fates interrupted, I wanted to erase their knowledge of those cheat trunks and remove their animagus form. Those bitches stopped me."

Three girls appeared next to Death and the Stranger, one of them said, "You two are not the only ones that can play with the humans! We hate blood and gore, that is what you guys live for. So, if you are not happy go cry to Mum and Dad. Remember what they said, we are allowed to play in these worlds too!"

"Alright, alright Clotho, we get it, but look at the world now! A few more months and what is there for us to have fun with?"

Lachesis grinned, "I bet they will run crying to Mum and Dad to complain like Draco Malfoy, as they did last time."

Death sighed, "Come Stranger, let's get some nerd a System and chuck him into a cultivation world."

The Stranger complained, "We have done that a hundred times already! And into the game worlds too! It is getting boring!"

Clotho felt sorry for the guys, "That is because you always want the same thing, War and Harems. Try something new."

Death mocked, "Said the girl that arranged thirty wives for Potter in the previous world, you even arranged the orgies."

Atropos giggled, "That was fun for you boys too, we saw you jacking off on it."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID to the infinity TOO!"

Xxxxx

Luna cuddled her daughter, "No, Harry, Atropos is not a weird name, nor are Clotho and Lachesis. Those three did us a huge favor, I have to honor them."

AN,

We are at the end of the ride. Harry and his wives were getting to OP to keep the story interesting. I made this story to get closure on the Fix It stories, but I feel I failed to make it a good one. Meh, it can not be great every time, or great will be the next normal… I hate normal.