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The Wizard of Winterfell

By Jamnaz79

Chapter 2: Answers

Notice: I do not own Harry Potter and I do not own Game of Thrones. I just love the tv shows, movies and stories written by Mr. Martin and Ms. Rowling. I do not take any money, I am sure nobody would want to pay me either. I just enjoy writing my thoughts and ideas down and hope someone gets some enjoyment from them.

He feels a warmth, the same one he felt in the dream he just woke up from, a power that echoed through him when casting a spell. Harry is so enraged that he doesn't even realize what he is doing as he raises his hand upwards his eyes narrowing at the boy. "Sectumsempra!"

Blood spurts from the head and chest of Theon Greyjoy as from the left side of the neck clean downwards to the right hip the body is cut in two. He doesn't have time to speak or even cry out as the two pieces slide apart and fall to the ground. Harry never notices that the smile of success is forever on the lips of Theon. For he has already turned his burning emerald eyes filled with rage and anger onto the other members of the Greyjoy raiding party.

WoW ~~~

Blood, there was blood everywhere. Wherever there had been a raider there was now a stain of it. They had not expected a boy of seventeen who looked sickly and was unarmed to be a threat. They had not know what he was capable of. Why should they? Who besides Old Nan still talked of the old days? Who believes in the Children of the Forest, the Others, and that Brand the Builder built the Wall with his magic?

Harry had proven that disbelief wrong. He had stormed through the place and now left ruin against those who had wished woe upon his people. The cost though had been high, far too high if you asked him. Of the ninety five people that had lived in Winterfell Castle there were fewer then thirty left from his count. Of those that survived some were maids and small-folk who had been raped. But, those were thoughts for another time, he still had a duty to do.

The fact that Harry was so damn tired that he barely could keep his eyes open didn't matter. His body, which had felt an energy like he had never expected to before now felt stripped of his strength. The adrenaline was gone, the magic that sun his veins felt like a shallow stream compared to the raging river that had existed before. His muscles were cramping and some of the effects of being unconscious for who knows how long was creeping back into his body. But, that too did not matter yet, he still had a duty to do. Which was why he was here.

A thump thump, was heard as he walked. A thump thump every few moments as he dragged the unconscious person behind him by the legs not caring the scum's head was hitting roots, rocks and twigs. A thump thump and a trail of blood from the man who had been injured before he was stunned. He should perhaps seek medical attention for him, but he had not seen Maester Luwin yet, so he did not know if the man was even alive. Of course, this man would not be alive soon most likely anyways depending on what he answered.

It had been a harsh lesson for the war, but one that Mad-eye Moody had given him in his previous life? Or was a dream? Did it really matter if that was a dream or this was a dream? What matters what who he was, what he learned, and where he was now. Harry had determined now to think of the other facts till he figured out everything. But, Moody had taught him the art of getting information, with and without a wand. Something that would come in handy now.

He stopped dragging the man when he reached the center of the glade. It was not taken care of in the sense of a gardens but anyone with an eye for the thing could tell that it was well cared for. A place that in balance with nature, a place that had spent more hours then he could remember living in in, praying, hiding from his mother and her lessons. It was a place that Harry Stark felt at home in and as soon as he stepped into it his aches started to fade away. Now that he was aware of it, the Heart tree sung to him, in was almost as Hogwarts had sung to young Harry Potter. Not in the physical sense but in the place of belonging and a spark of magic in the air.

The young noble dropped the boot of the man he had been dragging with one hand while his other dropped the heavy bag down to the side. Without a spell to reduce the weight of it, he never could have managed it with the contents of the rope, hammer and spikes. But, that was forgotten for now as he bowed his head before the ancient tree at the heart of the grove. The red eyes looked sad, almost crying, as they stared back at Harry. Not for the first time he wondered if perhaps it was as trick of the light, or something else how it seemed to change from when he was a youth. The Heart trees were the Mona Lisa's smile of the world, they seemed to almost hold a different emotion in their lips depending on the angle.

After a silent prayer he got to work pulling the man forward till he pressed his back against a tree next to the Heart's tree and wrapped his chest to it with the rope repeatedly till he was certain he could not move. Then he picked up the hammer and spike lifting the man's right hand upwards till it was pressed with the back against the tree then he slammed down the hammer into the spike piercing the man's hand and pinning it to the tree.

Harry would be lying if he did not admit that the scream that erupted from the man's lungs didn't sicken him from his heart to his gut. But, he would also not admit to anyone that the small amount of justice he felt at the pain given to one of the Iron-born that raped and pillaged his people.

Instead of acknowledging either feeling he grabbed hold of the left hand and repeated his action as the iron scent of blood filled the clearing. He waited a minute as the man screamed himself almost horse in pain before he punched the man in the cheek not lightly but not hard enough to knock him out.

"Stop screaming or your fingers are next." Harry spoke with a deep anger filling his tone.

The Iron-born had a scar running down his left cheek, fell silent except for a few whimpers as he tried to contain his pain. Instead once he realized he was in a clearing with just a boy his dark brown eyes took on a angry light. Some bluster seemed to fill him up as he spoke, "Let me out of here boy and Dagmer will only kill you."

Harry stared at him for a moment before his lips curled into a sneer that would do Snape proud, "If I put you there, why by the Old Gods would I let you go Iron-born scum?"

The younger man didn't let him answer instead he reached forward and grabbed hold of his pinky finger twisting it till the bones broken and popped from the angle, "Let me put it better for you, you came into my Father's lands and raped, murdered and pillaged my people. You killed my father and my older brother and you expect me to let you go?"

"No, you have two choices, you can tell me what I want to know Dagmer 'Cleftjaw'first mate of Theon Greyjoy, the easy way or the hard way." Harry spoke with a glare that could freeze a hippogriff in place from the sheer frosty anger.

The man didn't answer but instead spit onto the ground on the boy's leather boot.

"So be it, the hard way it is." Harry accepted his answer with picking up a knife and some salt, "You pay iron price for things, today let's see what you have left to pay with."

~~~ WoW ~~~

Maester Luwin was beside himself. He was getting too old for this. The Maester was considered one of the top of his order, he would have to be in order to be given a position with one of the Great Houses. But, never did he expect something like this to take place!

Not only was the Seven Kingdoms in war, started by his own Liege Lord being seized and killed for treason, but now the Iron-born had attacked Winterfell herself!

Perhaps it was time to retire, a nice quiet place in the Citadel where he could be alone with his books and stories. He rather liked reading about heroics then being around them. It seemed that today he had been around heroics written in tales from the Age of Heroes.

He had spent the time of the attack writing letters and sending off birds to his new Liege Lord Rob Stark and Catelyn Stark along with the banner-man of the North. They would have to be warned of the threats posed by an Iron-born assault into the middle of the North. Then he had started to help heal where he could the wounded in battle. Stark or Greyjoy men, he didn't care. His oaths were to help those in need and that was what he did.

But he found that most of the Iron-born were cut in ways that seemed to have been sliced clean through skin, flesh and bone. They were beyond help. Those that had not been cut apart had been burned to a crisp beyond help. He swore that it appeared that the gods old or new must have smote them as their numbers had been far more then he suspected they would have been able to stop. Especially since Sir Rodrick Cassell had gone to defend Torrhen's Square with most of the fighting men.

In fact from the bits of pieces of what he was told by those in the castle he could barely believe what he heard. Some spoke of the Old Gods sending a champion to help them with fire and lightning. That man was flesh made magic of old and single handily killed most of the dead Iron-born. That was until he was helping a young maid named Alaine.

"He was there when we needed him. That man was about to..." She trailed off a moment to stop a sob as she sniffled. Then she continued, "But then Harry was there. His eyes glowed like emeralds as he held out his hand then the man was flung against the wall and cut to ribbons. He was alive with the power..."

Luwin was so surprised at first he found himself nodding along. Only when a second young mad, Martha added to the words that he believed what he heard, "I was saved by him too. Harry came in and lit the man on fire with his anger. Mamma always said the Starks will protect us but I never expected like that!"

As quickly as he could he finished with the pair before he almost ran up the stairs to the upper levels. He barreled through the few guards left who weren't on the towers and were instead guarding the Stark private quarters. Luckily they recognized him and allowed him to pass by them without restraint. He walked into the chamber that had held Harry only to find Rickon with the two dire wolves present.

The young boy looked to be shivering as he stood before the window. As soon as the door opened up both wolves were on their feet, dangerously holding their gaze at the learned man. The boy broke his gaze from the window to look at the Maester, "He isn't here..."

"Rickon, where is Harry? He was here before the battle. Where did he go?" He asked the young boy knowing that the child was a bit slow. But, he was stunned at the revelation that the young man that he had cared for the past year was awake from his coma. Even more daunting that he was able to stand and move about. For all of his medical knowledge the boy should have been unable to walk if he was lucky enough to ever awaken. He had been so weak of body that he had been skin and bones till recently when he had started to spontaneously grow back muscle. But, that did not explain how he could stand let along the rumors about him fighting the Iron-born raiders.

The young boy broke his thoughts when he pointed out of the window, "He is there."

Luwin rushed over to the window to glance outwards towards where the boy pointed. He saw Harry with his own eyes dragging the man along through the rough dirt towards the Godswood.

A quick ruffle of the hair of the boy before he turned and moved as fast as he could to the doorway to chase after the boy.

~~~~ WoW ~~~~

"You have attacked Barrowtown?" The voice was spoken firmly yet there was a question. It seemed to float out of the clearing to Maester Luwin.

"No, we skipped it." The second older, deeper voice that sounded filled with pain responded quickly.

"You wouldn't lie to me would you?" The question seemed to carry a bit of sarcasm to it. " I would not like to be forced to do that again to you."

"No, I'm not lying. I swear!" The broken man answered at once.

"Good. So let's go over this again. Theon returned to the Iron Isles and Balon Greyjoy decided to raid the North and West." There was a pause for a few seconds where Luwin could not yet see the nodding of the tied up man.

"A group went to Deepwood Motto lead by his daughter to sack and hold it. A group went to Stony Shores where they have raped and murdered my people. A group went to Moat Caitlin to cut off help from the Riverlands so you sick bastards could do what you wanted to my people." Again the question cut off as he heard a whimper coming from the clearing.

Luwin pushed forward into the clearing in time to see Harry standing there before a harden raider. The man looked broke with fingers and toes twisted. His body appeared to have been drained of strength even if it had only been a short time here. His hands pinned to the tree next to the Heart's tree. He was so startled he didn't speak instead he just stared. This sweet innocent boy that he had helped raise stood before the man an avatar of anger and grief focused on interrogating the raider.

"You claim the Lannister's killed my father but who killed my brother? Don't lie to me again scum. Rickon told me he is dead, I know he wouldn't leave the North alone unless he had no choice. Was it this Victorian Greyjoy that commands at Moat Caitlin?" Harry asked with a heated glare.

"He isn't dead. He is in the Riverlands..."The man whimpered out in response then shivered as his eyes went wide with fear.

"He is right Harry. Robb is at Riverrun from what last I was told." The old man spoke up before the boy could respond.

The young man, no adult now Luwin corrected himself turned around like a harden war veteran who had seen too much. His right hand raised upwards as his fingertips glowed red on the fringes. It took a moment for his emerald eyes to seem to recognize him but when they did the light dimmed from them as did the red glow on his fingertips. For a moment the boy looked exhausted even if he kept from showing it to the prisoner. "What are you doing here Harry?"

"I thought you dead and others that I could depend on so I came to get information. This man was their first mate on the raiding ship. We needed details while they are fresh." Harry answered quickly.

"But this way? There has to be a better way to find out what you need to know." Luwin asked with a grandfatherly frown.

That must have been the wrong thing to do as at once the calmness in Harry changed. It was almost as if he recognized the look and a switch of anger passed over the young man's face. Was it the tone of voice or the persona he asked the question with that set it off? In either case the young man reacted poorly to it. Luwin was so caught up that he almost missed the reply, "I did what was necessary. This man is a menace that killed many of our people. Those that we are sworn to protect. Not just soldiers but women and children. Father said that those that pass the sentence must carry it out."

"If he wanted to take the Black?"Luwin questioned calmly.

"Some men do not deserve a second chance." Harry answered coldly.

The older man fought back a grimace over his lips at the cold words. What had happened to the sweet boy he once knew? How was he even awake and alive let alone carrying out this interrogation? "You must let me look to you over. According to what I was told strange things happened during the battle. Plus you have been in the coma for over a year. I am not sure how you have the strength to stand even."

The emotions of the dark haired youth fought with themselves before he nodded his head once, "Robb is alive and mother too?"

"I promise you that they are fine. They are healthy and safe. Robb is heading back to Riverrun from a successful campaign in the Westlands." Luwin answered back calmly.

For a few moments the boy he knew was back, the Wild Wolf of the North as his face lit up with a smile that could warm the Northern Mountains. "Good, something is going right at least. Let us go then. I will have guards bring this man into the jail so he can be questioned more. I know where they are now Maester Luwin. This wasn't the old raid. We need information and we need to react fast to them while they do not suspect it."

The old man nodded his head in agreement as he placed his arm around the shoulders of the young Lord guiding him from the clearing. He could feel that the boy was weak, barely standing by willpower alone as he walked next to him. Perhaps it was a miracle after all that he was alive and well. Whatever it was the Old Gods or the New Gods, it was unexpected and if Harry had not awoken then he did not know where he would be now.

~~~ WoW ~~~~

Harry stood before a large table that was filled with a map of the North and the Neck. It had silver stags placed in the locations that they had gotten word of attacks taking place. Torrhen's Square, Deepwood Motte, Flint's Fingers, A dozen villages all around North had been attacked. They did not know the extent of the damage in Stony Shores still either! Ravens had started to poor in after the assault on Winterfell. Cries for help from some small villages where only the leader of the settlement would have one kept in case of an emergency.

He was frustrated and had received little good news so far. The sleep after he returned the castle had helped some of the exhaustion but he still felt it in his bones the amount of magic he used yesterday. This world was not like the one in his dream, there was a higher cost for each spell and it drew more out of him by far. It meant he had his magic but he was not an unstoppable killing force on his own. So far from what he learned yesterday he could perform charms and jinxes fine. But transfiguration the one time he tried it had cost weakened him too much. He wasn't even going to go near trying to apparate till he figured this all out. It would require careful testing, something he didn't have at the moment.

"They are using Deepwood Motte as a center of operations in the Northwest. It seems they launch raids out of there against other settlements from what the ravens say." the young guard Rooney spoke up for his Lord. He was one of thirty men that they had at Winterfell at the moment. A group had returned the castle this morning Torrhen's Square after the battle there. Sir Rodrick Cassell had been injured in the battle and according to what Harry had been told taken to Castle Cerwyn, but the raven sent to check on the castle and the old knight's health had not been returned yet.

A grimace crossed the lips of Harry as he stared at the map, "How many men would Bear Island have left?"

"Not enough Harry to take Deepwood Motte alone surely. Maybe two hundred on the Isle but they will need to use them to protect themselves as well." Maester Luwin answered calmly studying the young Lord.

"The Umbers should have a few hundred as well. But Last Hearth is a long march from Winterfell let alone Deepwood Motte. How many men do we have out on patrols still?" Harry questioned not for the first time as he considered his plans.

"A few hundred are spread out around the North patrolling the lands. If we wished to summon all that might be out there we could summon a few thousand but you would strip the villages. Robb marched South with a smaller force then he normally would be capable of because of the time needed to move out. It will take time to assemble so many. But, we can begin to do so."

"We need to do so soon as possible. I want ravens sent to the Manderly's right away asking for him to bring troops to Assemble at Castle Cerwyn. Get men shipped from Oldcastle as well. Summon the banners that we can, we will need the troops to retake Moat Caitlin. As long as the bloody Squids hold it Robb is trapped below the neck. I want a large host assembled there ready to move in a few weeks time." Harry stared at the Castle hoping that it was still standing but it was the best point to launch the attack at the moment. He needed troops and he needed them badly. The Eastern part of the North was untouched from raids but that will change in time.

"Where will you be My Lord?" Luwin questioned carefully as he had seen that face before on many a Stark in his time. It was the face of Lyanna and Brandon and even their father when they had a plan.

"I will be going North to Deepwood Motte. The only way the Squids will learn not to attack us is if we make it too costly for them to do so. Balon Greyjoy got off too light last time, he needs to be taught a lesson. A lesson that I started when I killed his son, now I plan to take his daughter captive as well. Let him ponder the extinction of his House when I am done with him. Our people have bled, now it is time to return the favor." Harry finished the speech with a fire burning in his eyes.

Luwin would swear to his dying day he could see the passion in the young man literately glowing in an emerald light in his eyes. Whether it was the First Man blood or something else, Harry Stark was deadly serious and had a conviction that spoke volumes of what he was planning.

The men in the room with them, about ten of the senior guardsmen there cheered for their young Lord. The North had been attacked first, bloodied but not beaten. But the North remembers and now it would have it's due.

Author Note: I want to say thank you for the response for the first chapter. I hope folks like this second one too. I have tried to hinted in it that Harry wont be all powerful. Yes he will have his magic from the HP world, all of it. But, it will be most costly to use to balance out the fact that he is doing so without a wand. He won't be a super harry, at least not for now. But, he will grow as the story progresses. Pairings will be open for a while. Next chapter will have a few other viewpoints most likely Robb and some others. Yes, I knew Robb wasnt dead but Rickon wouldnt have known it. Everyone that went south never seemed to come back so the boy felt they were just dead. Please review and give me your thoughts on the more war torn Harry above.

PS changed that Robb just ended the Westerlands campaign instead of going to the wedding.