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The Wizard of Winterfell

By Jamnaz79

Chapter 4: The Mountain Clans

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.

Harry pulled the head that had been enchanted to not wither from the sack and plunked it down onto the tabletop before him. " I give you the Head of the traitor Theon Greyjoy. Now I want you to help give me the head of every Greyjoy left alive! We will take them one battle at a time till the threat of the Squids is extinct. Then we will salt their island and find a way to sink it into the bloody Sea! No longer will the men and women of the North be under a threat from their Raids! No Longer will we deal with their dangerous ways! We will have our comeuppance! Winter has come for the House of Greyjoy and We are the bloody winds blowing it over them! ARE YOU WITH ME?!"

The room erupted into a cheer that echoed around the valley into the mountains.

WoW ~~~

It was not something that Harry had not expected to be asked about. In fact he had expected the questions over the rumors to begin the night before. The speech had made had delayed it from happening but still it came. Still he knew it was a moment that could make or break him, especially in a strategy secession.

The room was smaller then the great hall and filled to the brim with just the fifteen of them. The walls were deep dark wood, perhaps a type of redwood or oak. There was a stone fireplace that took up the north wall opposite of the entrance. In the middle was a massive weirwood table carved centuries ago by one for the first Burley family members. What made the table so unique was carved into the weirwood was actually the map of the North including beyond the wall.

The Burley's always were known for wandering, exploring and braving the wilderness. It was said that one of their ancestor's named James had actually traveled the length of the North from the marshes up past the wall into the deep wilderness. The boast went that he went so far to step into the land that was always winter. This was done thousands of years ago. When he returned from these decades spent traveling he had maps with him of the different areas. His ancestors carved the maps into the table they now stood around over the centuries.

The table was a work of art, with intricate details from the largest rivers to the smallest streams. There was only one castle on the whole map, Winterfell. It was the one place of authority that the Burley had always recognized, the home of their only King. Now that same map was being used to plan their attack.

"You really want to raid the isles lad?" Billy questioned Harry as the gathered clan chiefs and elite warriors stood around the table.

"Yes, most of their strength is off raiding us, or in the West and Riverlands. If there was ever a time to strike them and make them hurt it is now. We will go there and burn every piece of life from the isles and leave waste in our path." Harry answered with a determined stare at Bear Island as he considered his plan.

"What is your plan then?" The older man questioned. Offering his lord the first chance to suggest a plan did not mean that he would accept it without question. In fact, Harry could expect them to most likely fight him all the way till they knew he was truly battle hardened. These were men and women who had seen war when he was still sperm in his father's balls. Some of them had actually been fighting before his father had even been a midwinter accident!

"We need their ships. We don't have enough even if we empty the Bear Island in order to properly raid one of the islands. According to the scouts they have seventeen ships at Deepwood Motte waiting to be taken. If we add that to what the Mormonts have then we have we have the start of a fleet. If we continue down the Stoney Shores plucking their ships as we end their Raids then we will have a fleet to hit their islands. We will use their own bloody tactics against them." Harry was careful to meet each of their eyes one after another as he spoke his plan. He has considered it for weeks over how he wanted to go about doing this.

"Even I we take fifty of their ships we can only fit maybe two hundred and fifty to two hundred per ship. That would leave a large amount of men left behind." Jordan Wull was quick to answer back to the suggestion with a frown. The Wull's were the largest of the mountain clans. They could themselves place well over a thousand men onto the field if needed.

"Aye it would, but we would have those men here to reinforce us if in case of need. Or they can go to meet the Manderlys, Umbers, Cerwyns, and others who will be amassing to take back Moat Caitlin. We need to open the way home for King Robb. My brother and our men are trapped south of the neck. That needs to be fixed. Sir Rodrick Cassell will take control of the men meeting at Castle Cerwyn. There they will march to take back the old Keep." Harry met the gaze of the leader of the Wull Clan. The man was in his mid to late thirties with a thick black hair tied and hanging over his shoulders. It was starting to turn salt and pepper.

Surprisingly the man did not answer back instead he turned to look at the young woman next to him. She was obviously his daughter from the looks they shared a small nose and deep brown eyes to go with their hair. She though was quite the looker with a large chest filling out her dress. She was skinny but not skinny like the girls in the south who dieted instead she was lean from the muscle of hard days. In fact from his memory of his dream she looked like Pansy Parkinson but grown up and matured into a beautiful woman. On her back was a lute tied across her shoulders. Harry had been told that the Wull's kept Skalds, learned individuals who trained with the lute and passed down their history in song still. They did not trust just the Maesters to keep track of what happened around them instead claiming they changed things to their Southern ways too much. The young woman, who appeared in her early twenties spoke up, "He has a sound idea father. But, do we will empty the North of most of our men between the three hosts and as the Starks say, Winter is coming."

Harry couldn't help the grimace that came over his lips at her turning his own words against him. Luckily the leader of the Wull's was looking at his daughter instead of at Harry, "Aye, Helga. That is my concern as well."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained." Harry answered back quickly.

"But, what do we gain at this? We kick them our and weaken them for a time, but they will come back." An auburn haired man with eyes a bit too large questioned, if Harry remembered he was the leader of the Liddles.

"I will make certain that their lands are destroyed to the point that they may never recover." Harry answered confidently.

"Oh with this supposed gift of the old gods?" The man's lips twisted into a smirk showing multiple yellowed and broken teeth before he went to raise his mug up to drink.

Harry from across the table raised his right hand upwards and the mug ripped out of the hand of Lempert Liddle and floated to his own. He downed the ale before raising his left causing a keg of the stuff to lift up from the corner and float over to before him and pour into the mug which he sent back to it's owner. "I would say I am perfectly capable of tearing apart a castle stone by stone."

The room was dead silent at all of them stared at Harry. He slowly turned to meet each of them in the eyes with his emerald gaze. What he found that was a mixture of surprise, excitement and fear. All except for Helga whose gaze was filled with a different emotion, pure lust and desire. He smiled, "When the wall was built it was Brandon the Builder that built it with his magic and his life. Over time the Starks lost our gift but it was said that someday it would return when we are in the greatest need. While I hope that this does not mean that times will become darker before the dawn, I can tell you that the gifts of the old days are returning. Perhaps some of your own kin will find them too in time."

"Now lets continue with the plan." Harry pointed toward Deepwood Motte, "I want the Forresters to come from the south while the Mormonts will carry the Liddles and Norley to take their ships. I will open a path into Deepwood Motte by tearing down part of the Eastern Wall."

The room started up a fresh debate over the words and plans but Harry had far less resistance after hearing the plans laid out before them.

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Ramsey Snow stared at the two parchments before him. He had two letters, the first from his father and the second from the supposed Wild Wolf of the North. He had heard the rumors that the boy had woken up, but he had also heard that he was a cripple. That he had slept years and his body was weak. While some spoke of him riding North towards the Mountain Clans that was obviously false. There was little chance that someone that had been asleep so long could ever walk let alone lead a fight. His Maester even said so. He had been careful to relay all of this to his father, who was still in the South.

Which had brought him to the current problem he was debating. His father's supposed liege lord had wanted him to rally his troops and take them to meet with others gathering at Castle Cerwyn. He would bet anything that the sickly boy would then come out of hiding in his castle to join the troops before sending them off south. It was a smart move for a boy that could be used as a symbol. But, his father had other new that was more important.

It seemed that the Starks were walking into a trap. His father had plans along with the Frey's to deal with them and agreement to become the new leader of the North. It had been centuries of work but finally the Bolton family would get what they deserve! The Lannisters had even promised to wed him to one of the Stark girls. There was only two problems, Rickon and Harry Stark. They had to be dealt with so there was no male claim against them which would mean raiding Winterfell. The place from his understanding was without hardly any troops there. In fact Sir Rory Cassell had been calling up every man who guarded the roads of the North by the Starks or even villager that could hold a pike. He easily could sack the place since they were all at Castle Cerwyn. He could even get in using Guest Right for the night before traveling to meet up with the other Lords and Ladies of the North. The only problem was how to do it and not get blamed? There was always the Iron Born raiders which would be a perfect scapegoat.

The twisted young man's lips curled into a sneer filled with madness that would make Bellatrix LeStrange cringe as he stared at the fire. "I have it."

Some of the servants if they did not fear for their tongues would swear that they heard a cackling coming from the Bastard of the Bolton's chambers. But of course nobody in their right mind made an enemy of that boy, so not a word would be said.

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Harry stared out the window of his chamber in the keep. It was a rather large room but not close to what he had at Winterfell. It had a large bed, a fireplace, and a section for a chamber pot and tub. He missed indoor plumbing badly in this world. Perhaps someday he could figure out how the Romans did it to make up some of his own. Who knew how many diseases and stink that alone could solve for his people.

The one part of the room he did truly enjoy was the view from the window. It looked out towards the West where the Mountaintops grazed over the sky likes spears being thrust up at the heavens. Trees of pine and spruce filled up the mountains covering with outlines even in the starlight. The most beautiful part was the stars. He could see every star up there in the night sky, far more then he ever saw even at Hogwarts. It was astounding and beautiful, except it bothered him too.

What bothered Harry about the stars were that they were different. There was no Orion's belt, no Ursa Major or Minor. The stars in the sky were different then those of his home, or perhaps he should call it his dream home. It made even more questions in his mind of which world was real...

His thoughts were interrupted when a light knock at the door before it was pushed open. Harry tensed a moment before he saw who entered into the room. It was the Helga the daughter of the Clan Chief of the Wulls. She spoke up with a voice smooth and calm almost full of song, "I am sorry my Prince for bothering you so late, but I had hoped you would be up still..."

"It is not a bother when a beautiful lady seeks me out." Harry answered back with a smile before he motioned her to the chair in the corner of the room.

She simply shook her head before stepping over next to him to stare out the window. Harry noticed that she wore the same black dress as before which fit her like a glove. She appeared to be cold from the goosebumps on her arms and the standing out of her nipples through the dress. Helga did not look at him instead staring out the window at the night sky, "It is beautiful up here."

"It is indeed." Harry answered as he studied her the lute on her back. He had seen them before in books but never actually this up close. He had always loved music. In fact he had been forced by his Aunt to learn to use the guitar. See her little gatherings with the ladies of the neighborhood needed entertainment. Ms Madison down the street's daughter Jennifer, had learned to play the piano, rather poorly for when they met at her house. Of course Petunia would not be outdone. Since Vernon would not pay for a piano for the freak to use she had chosen the guitar. It seemed that all of her 'friends' were at the age that they loved the Beatles and a few other music bands. So she had made Harry learn the hard way, pain for failure and rewards for success.

In truth Harry had loved the guitar. One it gave him an excuse to not be doing chores around the house instead he learned to play day after day till his fingers would bleed. When he would perform for the ladies they would actually give him little sugar cookies and cake when he did well. It had been the first times he ever really had a chance to have any sweets. Most of all it was something that he could use and a skill that was his own. Vernon had put a stop to it by smashing his guitar after he had made Aunt Marge float away.

A clearing of a throat brought him back from his thoughts as a pair of dark eyes met his emeralds. He blushed slightly at being caught staring at her, "I am sorry my lady. I was lost in thoughts."

"Helga, call me Helga please. It is good to know I haven't lost my touch to bring that out in a man." She answered back with a musical light laugh.

"Trust me when I say you would cause many a man to stare. But, I was admiring your lute." Harry responded with a smile enjoying the hint of crimson on her cheeks.

"Do you play?" She questioned.

"Not the lute, I learned a different instrument much alike it." Harry answered with a smile.

She leaned against the window frame while pulling the lute around her body to hold in front of her. Her forehead crinkled slightly in curiosity, "Tell me of the instrument."

"Well it was wooden and stringed like your own but instead of fifteen strings there is only six." Harry stepped away from the window walking over to the desk and chair in the corner. He pulled out the quill and ink well. He quickly started to sketch out the shape of a guitar, "The strings are not in pairs and the neck is straight like this."

She walked over and looked over the design with interest. "The body is larger."

"It is indeed." Harry answered with a fond distant smile.

"May I keep this?" She motioned to the drawing.

"Of course." He gently handed it over. As his fingertips touched her hands gently he felt how cold she was. With a quick concentration and whisper to himself he cast a warming spell over her.

Helga blinked in surprise and stepped away from him staring. Which caused Harry to realize what he had just done, "I am sorry, I should not have cast that on you without your permission."

"What did you do?" She asked with wide eyes and a small bit of fear but it seemed to mix with someone else, lust.

"You were cold so I wanted to warm you up." Harry answered.

A small smirk split her lips, "In the Mountains my Prince we have a different way to warm people normally."

"I wouldn't dishonor a lady in that way." Harry responded back to her comment.

The answer he received surprised him as she started to laugh with a rich sound filling his chamber. She walked back over towards the window now feeling the warmth of the magic spread through her despite the winds circling outside. "I am no lady, I am a skald. My father accepted that I won't be wed ever and instead will honor our traditions. He had a number of sons and daughters and even a grandson from my oldest brother Derek. But I gave an oath not to wed. There is no dishonor for me..."

Harry could see an excitement filling her eyes as she pulled off her lute and placed it down carefully. She faced out towards the stars outside as she spoke, " My only question my Prince instead of just with your magic can you make me feel warm all over in the Northern way?"

Helga turned her head to glance hack at him as her deep dark eyes met his own. She reached up and slid the straps of her wool dress off of her shoulders letting it fall to the ground leaving her naked. She leaned over against the window for all the night to see and winked at him.

Harry didn't need to be told anything else. He stepped forward to show indeed he could keep her warm.

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The morning was fresh and bright as the sun ray's overhead seemed to burn off the morning chill. It had only been a few days since they had left the lands of the Burley but they had traveled fast enough to reach their destination even with thousands of men.

Deepwood Motte was a small town of around five to ten thousand people that sat next to the seat of House Glover. The town bordered the Northern shoreline across from Bear Island. There was not a deep port there but was large enough to allow a number of ships to port at the same time. The problem was that in winter it would freeze over much like St Petersburg in Harry's dream world. There was no walls on the town but it sat next to a keep. The Keep was a wooden fortress built hundreds of years ago named the same as the settlement Deepwood Motte. It had stout walls that rose twenty feet in the air with a walkway built around it. On each of the four corners there were towers built to see the surrounding area. The forests had been cut back over the decades to allow some farmland there and were maintained by House forester and House Whitehall the vassals of House Glover.

Harry's host had split up the day before as the Norrey and Liddle clans were sent with Forrest and Whitehall to attack from the South. If the coordination was correct then the Mormonts would be taking the ships of the Ironborn before securing the town with a number of Wull. That left Harry, half of the Wulls and the Burley to assault the Keep from the east. It wasn't a surrounding approach that he would have wanted. But it was enough to deal with the force of Ironborn that were said to be there.

Harry stepped forward slowly through the brush of the forest with the large wolf Summer at his heel. They were in the eastern side of the forest, their troops far more quiet then he would expect from most. But, these men and women were men of the North, most of them lived by hunting in the mountains and knew how to stack. In fact he might be the loudest one here in truth. He knelt down next to where Billy and Jordan were, "Are our men ready?"

"Aye lad, all of them are set. We just need the Liddles and Foresters to make their assault." The old man Billy Burley answered.

"Let's just hope that the Forresters and Whitehalls do not start to fight themselves." Jordan Wull answered back with a crooked, yellow tooth smile.

"We need to give them the signal lad. You said they would know when?" Billy asked curiously since Harry had not spoken exactly about what the signal would be.

"Yes. If they are in position..." Harry stopped as he noticed them both looking at him. He may be their liege but their stares told him point blank not to question them with stupid questions. It brought to light again that these men would have known and perhaps fought at the side of his grandfather.

He stopped up and raised his right hand upwards with his palm open, "May the old gods grant us strength to send these bastards to their graves."

The emerald eyes of Harry narrowed at the symbol tattooed in black on his open palm. It was a symbol he had seen before. A triangle which contained a circle which was split in two by a line, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. He had first noticed it on each palm a day after he awoke. There was also the same symbol on the back of his neck, at least it wasn't a tramp stamp.

Now Harry took a deep breath staring at the symbol and concentrating as he had tried before pushing to feel his magic and pull at it. It was far more exhausting then casting a spell with a wand but he could feel his magic flow through his body from his chest outwards. He focused that flow into his right palm as he thought of his brothers and sisters, memories of his friends from his past life and this life before he spoke, "Expecto Patronum!"

Out of his palm swirled a blue light which grew into blinding display, which was why they were still in the forest. The others around Harry covered their eyes or turned their heads before the light started to fade. Instead of the blinding light a ghostly dire-wolf was floating in the air in front of Harry. It had the same golden hues as Summer did. But it was full grown towering over the young Prince. "Go and tell Henri Liddle that it is time. That his Prince wants him to start the distraction."

The phantom beast leaned forward opening it's great maw of a mouth showing ghostly teeth larger then daggers before it ran off through the woods.

Harry turned towards his banner-men to see them both staring him wide eyes. He had shown them magic but this was on a different level. A Level that honestly weakened him more then he had expected. But, the display was something that would solidify them behind him. "Mooney will deliver the message. When they begin their assault we will use that as a distraction. Then we will push forward and I will open a way directly into the fortress."

"Mooney my Prince?" The demeanor of the old man Jordan changed, instead of any challenge there was pure acceptance and faith in his eyes. It was the look that someone that almost was filled with a holy craze.

"A friend from my youth. I expected a stag, but it seems that it has changed." Harry said with a shrug not showing his disappointment about losing prongs.

"A wolf fits you more Harry." Billy added to the conversation with a wink.

Harry met the gaze of the old man then offered a wolfish grin filled with mischief, "I think you are right, that it does. Come let us go."

Author Note:

Yes I know I am evil for cutting it off there. The next episode will be the battle for Deepwood Motte. I know that there are not skalds in this world but I found it fitting for the Mountain Clans to be a little unique. I doubt Helga will show up much in the future unless people want me to have her do so. But it gave a chance for a bit of a back story for Harry and a bit of fun for him too. Thank you for all of the reviews and suggestions for the story. I will take them and hold off on the white walkers till the future. Let me know your thoughts on Harry's attack plan and any suggestions are always welcome. I will go back and edit this for errors as it has not been properly proofread very much yet.