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Mrs. J.K., Mr. M., both your worlds are messed up, we are trying to make some sense of it… but we are making a mess of it too… for free though.

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With a snap of my fingers, everyone got naked, I grinned, "In the meantime, we will work on our relations, don't you agree?"

5 We can do better!... We think.

Ashara slowly faced me, "That was what I was planning, that is what I am craving for, but as you said, I have to work on our relations," she turned to Lyanna, guided her to the bed, and said, "Let me taste your pussy. Your husband can watch."

Giggling, Lyanna spread her legs and said: "I always thought politics was boring, Britta, Lysa, Alys, let Dorne feel what the North has to offer. Ashara, I bet we will be mutually satisfied."

Huh? What about me? Ah! Eight hands caressed my body, I can work with that, with nine girls there are always some that are focusing on me.

Lyanna called out, "By the Gods! This feels good! Luna! Come here so I can practice it on you. Hermione, Susan! Come closer… this.. this… Gods! I love Dorne!"

I grabbed Daphne and pushed her onto the bed: "Nope, you are mine, Lyanna is too greedy, I need a pussy too."

Daphne moaned when she felt Little Harry enter her snatch: "You own my pussy, Harry, it is all yours. Let the girls feel what I am feeling."

Yeah, that is a new trick I worked on, I linked our minds together and let everyone feel what one of them was feeling on top of what they were doing themselves. That was something I could only do in my Mindscape, now it is possible in the outside world.

An hour later the girls are a shivering mess, Alys sighed: "Nothing can top this, Magic, a Luxurious home, eight fantastic sister wives, and a husband that can satisfy us all with mindblowing sex time after time."

Daphne smiled: "Oh, don't say that too soon, Alys, Harry still has some tricks he didn't show yet. He is full of surprises."

Ashara cuddled closer to Daphne and commented: "I can't wait for those tricks. Now back to reality, what are your plans for the following months?"

Susan answered: "Moat Cailin, a whole Castle to build up again, Harry plans to dig a channel from the East Coast to the West Coast. That will keep us busy I am sure."

That is the plan anyway, that channel appeared a lot in Fan Fiction bout this world, it is strategically important to open the West Coast for trade, and it will give Moat Cailin a lot of tax revenue for using the channel.

I added: "The Iron Born will use this political unrest to invade. My bet is on the Riverlands, they held it before and want to get it back. The Riverlands are the most divided too, some are loyal to Rhaegar, some to Viserys, and most are loyal to Elia. There are who want to be independent or want the Tullies gone."

Daphne said: "Elia proposing a marriage between the Westerland and the Riverlands will stabilize it. She can get Tywin's loyalty when she can offer to let us heal Jaime Lannister, once Ashara is married to us next year."

"The Farmer Gates still need a lot of work." mentioned Hermione, "I am also working on a detection system to alert us when ships land on the West Coast. That will let us catch the Iron Born red-handed."

Ashara stretched out, showing her nice body off, she said, "I am warding the Red Keep against bad intentions to Princess Elia and Prince Aegon. As you taught me, it will start slow, and over the course of two months they will accept her ruling without protesting."

"Keep it within reason, people that hate Elia suddenly wanting to worship her will rouse suspicion, and the Septons will cry bloody murder." I warned her, "It is better to be subtle about it, let them feel positive emotions in the Red Keep, ward kitchens and storehouses against pests and rodents, ward Elia's and Aegon's quarters heavily against bad intentions, that will keep her safe. You can do the rest of the Keep at the bare minimum. It is important that people don't notice that Magic is being used here."

Xxxxx

Word about Lyanna's bonding to us with her Handmaidens spread out like wildfire in the North, the bridal price we paid made them jealous. Weapons that are of better quality than the Valyrians, self-repairing armor that can withstand the heaviest blows, two extra Farmer Gates, it made them wish it was their daughter who got bonded.

When the Lords of the Riverlands and the Reach heard about the Farmer Gates, they got worried, a lot of their trade depended on the North, if those Gates could produce food even in the harshest winters then they were in trouble.

Before we moved to Moat Cailin, we did a tour around the Farmer Gates and visited the local Maester, a Legilimence probe revealed if they were killing Magic children or letting them be. We slave-collared the Maesters who were poisoning children and informed the Lord what we had done.

"It is no use killing these Maesters," I explained to the Lords, "they will send others that will do the same. Three-quarters of the Maesters are Andals and fanatically against Magic other than their own. With this Slave Collar, they will pay for their crimes by serving here for the rest of their lives. They will put The North and your best interest first and keep your secrets."

Two weeks later, almost every Maester got a slave collar around his neck, the collar forced them to speak the truth to their Lord, the killing of the Magical children was exposed, and the attempts to spy on the Farmer Gates. We warded the Gates against them, they would never get a look inside anyway.

Xxxxx

One night, five shady figures appeared in Pycelle's bedroom. Pycelle and his whore got stunned, and the five wandered through the Citadel, searching for hidden rooms and passages, we found those candles that give visions and a batch of eggs ten of them. Some books about Magic and Dragons found their way into their bags. Then the five figures put wardstones around the citadel. When they left, the flames came out of the roof and windows. Most of the students survived the fire, woken by the sounds of… if they were from Earth, they would recognize the sound of a firetruck.

It was strange that only the Citadel was destroyed, and not one house next to it.

Xxxxx

Hermione, Luna, and Britta are managing the Farmer Gates, mostly adding water and trees to the Gates, and teaching the locals how to make the most of the Gates without abusing the balance. Hermione set the wards up at the coast against tree poachers, Britta collected trees, and Hermione traveled the Coastline on her broom, she still doesn't like brooms though, even after flying in the air as a Dragon, she never got over her fear of falling from her broom. Therefore she was flying two feet above the sea, following the coastline. It took a week to set the alert beacons up, but once it was done, nobody could rob as much as a twig from the Wolfswood without us knowing about it.

Soon they got the company of children, the Maesters were ordered to point Magical children out to us, Hermione and Britta took them along to collect trees, while Luna taught them the Druid Magic. Only Bear Island could provide four Magical children older than eight years, that was the age Magic began to show, Dacey and Alysane Mormont were two of them, both eager to learn Magic from us.

Xxxxx

We moved to Moat Cailin, the first day Lord Stark came along to inform the Garrison that was stationed there. A puny hundred men to defend the border is justified by the swamps of the Neck and the Crannog men living in it, they are the first line of defense, only the Kings Road can be considered safe to travel, it made a nice bottleneck.

We divided the tasks, Susan raised temporary quarters for the Garrison, meaning a small Farmer Gate with grassland for their horses and some Wizarding tents. Then Susan, with Alys and Lysa started on raising the Curtain walls around the Moat, a basalt wall, as high and wide as the walls around Winterfell, while doing so they were reinforcing the foundations to make them last for centuries.

The rest of us cleared the space inside, we demolished all the towers and ruins inside of the walls and started fresh, bad foundations were the cause of the destruction of the previous towers, we dug deep down until we hit bedrock and started to build up from there. Permanent transfiguration made dirt into granite, it took a lot of Magic, but it was good for training. It took months to build the castle back to its former glory. We got into a routine, five days of work, one day to visit friends and relatives, and one day to have fun and hobbies.

Travelers that moved North or South on the King's Road watched Moat Cailin rise, bigger and stronger than before, and spread the rumors about it through the land. Lyanna took an interest in commerce and built an inn next to the King's Road, she hired stewards and barmaids to manage it. It was a good move, we became a major attraction and business was booming.

The Soldiers were reluctant to move into their new barracks outside of the North Gate, the small Farmer Gate they were using was better for them they argued, with five square miles inside, there was enough room for a garrison of four hundred men and their retinue, it was better for the horses too, free of parasites and bugs, they were healthy and in prime condition. We compromised by installing the Gate next to the Barracks… spoiled brats.

One concession we had to give Lord Stark was that the Garrison was commanded by one of his men and the soldiers were from his army. We walled their section off so they had free access to their barracks from the outside without compromising our security.

Xxxxx

We made a deal with Wyman Manderly, from time to time one of his ships has to travel to Kings Landing and give free passage to small folks that want to emigrate to Moat Cailin. A set of swords for his two sons was the payment. Ashara spread the rumor in Flea Bottom that the Wizard of the North is hiring. We set a small harbor at the sea to dock the ships with settlers and raised a lighthouse next to it.

Every month a ship delivered a hundred settlers, we had enough for them to do, our Manor trunks needed to be farmed. Too bad the farm animals were in high demand, every Lord needed them for their gate.

At one of our visits to Ashara I gave her a letter, "Send this letter to Pentos, it is addressed to Illyrio Mopatis. We use this as a beacon to portkey too. He is the one plotting to set a Blackfyre on the iron throne. After we take care of him we will move to the Dothraki. They have plenty of horses and sheep, so we can use those."

Meh, they are raiding others, so we will raid them, maybe free some of the slaves, you know, to justify our actions. A lot of Fan fiction was about those screaming madmen and how they were terrorizing the surrounding lands. Me? I resented Drogo for tapping that fine pussy, Daenerys was looking bloody gorgeous on that TV show, and I was kind of jealous.

Once I felt the beacon activate, I portkeyd to Mopatis. He was reading the letter I wrote in his office when we arrived in front of him. Daphne, Susan, and Luna were with me, they silenced the room and sealed the door. I disarmed the man and read his memories, he was a nasty piece of work so I had no problem robbing him blind.

I divided our tasks: "Daphne, Susan, get the location of his warehouses and safe houses out of his mind. I will take care of the guards, Luna, gather all the females in this Mansion, they are all slaves, offer them a home and work in Moat Cailin the rest can go their own way."

Four hours later we left Pentos, Mopatis was a drooling husk, we got three more Dragon eggs, his warehouses empty, and his slaves were in our Manor trunk. At night, out of the city, we finally turned into our Eragon dragon animagus, Luna saddled me and had the trunk shrunk hanging on her neck. We rose high into the sky and searched the lands, Luna had her binoculars spelled with infra-red detection, soon we spotted our first target. A Kallisar of a few thousand people. We landed downwind and made our preparations.

We set our Manor Trunk to face the herds, and raised fences left and right to guide them in our trunk. Invisible, silenced, and with our smell removed, we put the guards and shepherds to sleep, we warded the camp off from the animals with notice-me-nots and calming and sleeping charms for the guard dogs, then we started to drive the animals into our trunk with compulsion charms on the lead animals, the rest followed just fine, we got them all, horses, sheep, and goats.

A legilimence probe on one of the Guards showed us who the slaves were and where they were being held. I took the trunk after the wives went in it and sneaked into the slave pen, wards on the corner, and sleeping spells on the guards were enough to wake the slaves up and order them to go in the trunk if they wanted to be free.

That started a series of night raids on the Dothraki we did ten of them before they wised up. We just traveled deeper inland where they had not heard of us yet and continued. When we are discovered, Daphne and Susan change into their animagus and toast the ones that wanted a fight.

Lyanna did good business selling the horses and livestock to the Lords. They were not suitable for the North, but perfect for the Farmer Gates Moat Cailin got populated fast, a lot of Third sons and daughters from the North came to us for a job, and Lyanna distributed the slaves that wanted a new life among the Lords to work in the Farmer Gates, life in the North was to harsh for them to let them live outside.

Xxxxx

At the end of the year, the Farmer Gates was mostly stabilized, Moat Cailin was finished, it only needed some more furniture, it was fully staffed and ready to receive the first official guests. Lord Stark was the first to visit with his two eldest sons and a delegation of his high Lords, Manderly, Umber, Karstark, Bolton, Dustin, Hornwood, Glover, Ryswell, and the In-Laws.

We did the grand tour of the keep, guest houses, barracks, and the Mage Center. Ah, yes, the Mage Center… a building stuffed full of kids, all Wargs, Greenseers, and apprentice Magicians, fostered by us seventy-eight of them. Dacey and Alyssa Mormont roomed in our building as high-borns.

After the feast in the Dining hall, we gathered in our conference hall, while Lyanna and her girls entertained the Ladies.

Stark commented: "You made Moat Cailin into an impressive building, Lord Potter. My Garrison is kept outside to keep it impartial and yet protected by your walls is a good move. We noticed the formation of a settlement outside, all together you did a great service to the North. The question now is, What are you planning next?"

Daphne stood up and raised a screen, she projected the images of the channel and harbor. "This will be our next project, A Channel between the Seas, and a big harbor here at Moat Cailin." explained Daphne, "We connect the river Fever to the East coast, deepen it out, and make it suitable to travel between the Seas. Horses will pull the ships through the channel, sailing will be impossible in it, and most ships don't have oars."

Lord Glover was all for it: "That will open the East Coast up for trade, we have to pass no longer the Iron born or pay taxes to the Westerlands or the Reach. That will be a boon for our economy. We will be grateful if you manage to do that, Lord Potter. Although I am already in your debt with the warning system Lady Hermione installed in our keep. We have up to now captured fourteen ships from the Iron born when they tried to steal our lumber or tried to capture our women."

Hermione projected a shipyard and some ship models on the screen. "We also plan a shipyard and new models, faster, bigger, and more comfortable."

I commented, "Most of all, I plan to make connections with the South and offer my services to Regent Elia Martel. That is crucial in my opinion to avoid problems with the six other countries. We are already making too many waves."

Luna added: "Our actions made it so that the North is not depending on the Reach and Riverlands for food anymore. That will make a big dent in their budget. With the horses and sheep we sold to you, it is enough for you to become self-sufficient. We have methods to improve production, we have new ways to farm, work metal, build roads, we can even make tools that can transport people through the air. Although that last will be years from now."

Susan commented: "We have to be careful with what we will reveal to this world, some of it will be devastating for the world."

Bolton commented: "I am not comfortable that a bunch of children are telling us what to do and how we should handle our life."

I shrugged: "I bet you won't, you are even not following Lord Stark's laws. For example, you are still demanding First Night of your small folks, and you are still flaying people in a hidden dungeon of your keep. In fact, you are keeping two prisoners there at the moment, two that denied your First Night."

I looked into Bolton's eyes, "We may be kids, Lord Bolton, but we are ten times smarter than you and a hundred times more powerful. And your way of life sucks."

Lord Stark asked: "Is that true, Roose? Are you still flaying small folk? Demanding First Nights?"

Bolton shrugged: "These kids are trying to sow discord between us, the flaying stopped before my grandfather was born. I only participated on the First Night when it was offered. They got two dragons as a wedding gift. Is that a crime?"

I grinned: "So if I take these fine Lords to Dreadfort and show them your dungeon, there are no prisoners or human skins in it? Lord Stark? We can settle this in ten minutes if you want. If I am wrong then Bolton can have this keep. What do you say, Roose?"

Lord Umber commented: "I would take that offer, Roose, if you have nothing to hide, you can have a brand-new keep today."

Susan said: "We found out when one of the slaves we freed from the Dothraki reported it to us two weeks ago; two of his friends married and refused first night to Lord Bolton, three nights later they disappeared, we investigated it, their bodies hang on hooks in his dungeon. We did not make all that effort to free slaves for you to flay them, Bolton."

Luna put a piece of rope on the table, "If you want to see if we spoke the truth, grab this rope, in twenty seconds it will transport you to Bolton's dungeon."

Brandon, Eddard, Glover, Umber, Karstark, and Ryswell were the first to grab the rope, Stark was next, then I grabbed it. A few seconds later we stood in Bolton's dungeon, facing a man and woman without a shred of skin hanging on hooks.

I commented: "You must have surprised him when you asked him to accompany you to us, Lord Umber and Karstark and did not give him time to clean up his mess. To prove this is Dreadfort, come upstairs with me."

After vanishing the door, we went up the stairs and entered the solar of Bolton's Dreadfort. Looking out the window they saw the keep. "Is this proof enough? Why don't you look at his papers and see who he has been in contact with."

Brandon found a drawer with a false bottom containing letters from Hoster Tully and Tywin Lannister about the Farmer Gates, with offers to buy one or to abduct one of its creators. Lord Ryswell was fuming, he married his daughter to this monster!

"Ricard! I want Bolton gone! My Bethany just bared Domeric, the gods only know what Roose did with his first wife! Now he is going to drag her down with him with his treason, I want justice done." raged Lord Ryswell.

I commented: "According to our investigation, Lady Bolton is not aware of her husband's actions, my guess is that his first wife found out about it."

A few weeks ago we located that Miller's daughter with Ramsey, the poor kid caught a cold. Cruel you say? Probably, if I leave him alive then Domeric will get poisoned and Ramsey will hunt dozens of girls with his dogs. He is one crazy bastard after all. Reek? He took a nasty fall when he was up the outer wall and leaned over the edge, he slipped and fell down... A tragedy.

We returned to Moat Cailin, Bolton didn't move an inch, a sticking charm I guess. Lord Stark shook his head at Bolton, "Poor man, you must be sick in your head to skin some small folk for pleasure. I can not let that pass, Roose, that and the letters we found in your solar sealed your fate."

Lord Ryswell raged: "It is my greatest shame that I allowed myself to be persuaded to marry my Bethany to you, Bolton! You will pay! One way or the other. Lord Potter? I bet you have a fitting punishment?"

I nodded, "I have some to choose from. We can change him into an animal, I can let him feel what it is like to be skinned alive, we can curse him to be a statue with his mind aware of his surroundings, or we can just cut his head off and get it over with. But Lord Stark is the Warden of the North, he will decide."

Lord Stark sighed: "Can you put him in a cell, Lord Potter we will be taking him to Winterfell for his trial."

I removed every weapon from Bolton and turned him into a small puppet. I put it in a box, gave it to Lord Stark, and told him to ask Lyanna to undo the spell. Lord Stark looked slack-jawed at the box, how is this possible? Well, he is not my problem anymore.

Xxxxx

Bethany was appointed as regent for Domeric, we were asked to seal the dungeon completely and remove all evidence of the Flaying. She changed the coat of arms to a red-maned horse head on a gold field with a white border, the opposite colors from House Ryswell. All evidence of flaying was burned, flags, paintings, coats of arms on clothes, every single piece. New seals were made even the house motto was changed: "We survive nightmares."

With that pain in the ass gone, if there was any opposition, it was silenced now. At the trial of Bolton, we decided that it was time to reveal our animagus, we chose to show the one from the previous world, to differentiate ourselves from the Targaryen dragons.

We explored the crypts under Winterfell but found nothing special, it was a big network of hallways, I found it a safety hazard, many of those corridors were outside the wall. Under siege, the enemy just had to dig a hole and they could move inside. There was not a trace of a dragon egg, picturing a dragon going inside the Crypt to lay her eggs is ridiculous.

Anyway, when Bolton's head rolled on the floor, I announced: "Lords of the North! We have to reveal one more of our Secrets! We already let it known that we can turn humans into animals, our Magic can do more! We can turn ourselves into a dragon! Not the Wyverns from this World, but Mythical ones! Watch!"

On my sign, Hermione, Susan, Daphne, and Luna turned into their dragon animagus, I was ready to repel all attacks. My voice boomed through the courtyard: "The Old Gods and the New called us here on this world for a task. Helping the North survive its winters is a part of it. Destroying the Night King is another. You can help, but not get in our way."