Cregan Pov -

(Winterfell, 100 AC)

Nine moon turns has been passed, since that cursed day in King's Landing. Since then, there hasn't been a single day that I haven't cursed myself. I should have burned that blasted invitation to the ashes, when I had received it. But rather than burning it, I had gladly accepted with the promise of attending Princess name day with my entire family.

Only if I had known better. Everything in my life has gone downhill from then.

Lyanna, that hot-tempered foolish girl. Didn't I raise her better than that? Drinking till you lose your sense of right and wrong and sleeping with the prince of the realm. Just thinking about that incident sends my veins on fire.

During the celebrations, I was busy talking with Lord Tully about the shipments of grain to the north. At that time, Arra was three months pregnant and attending continuous celebrations was taking its toll on her health, so she retired to her bedchambers early in the evening.

To be honest, I didn't want to bring my pregnant wife to that shithole that everyone calls Kings Landing. The city smells like shit and piss. But in her entire life, Arra has never traveled outside the North. She was really excited about this journey, and I couldn't refuse her.

After Arra departure, I told Lyanna and Rickon to stay in their seats and not go anywhere without my permission. I instructed my guards to watch over them, especially Lyanna.

Lyanna was always a wild child, a wolf who sought adventure. For her, it was a dream come true. She often escaped from her guards and explored the Red Keep herself. I scolded her many times about it. But all my scoldings fell on deaf ears.

I should have noticed it.

I should have noticed the eyes of Prince Daemon, as those purple eyes followed the every move of my daughter. I should have noticed Lyanna when she had drunk five cups of Arbor Gold. I should have noticed Rickon when he was worriedly searching for his twin sister, as she had managed to escape from her guards successfully.

By the time, I had completed the trade deal with lord Tully and noticed the absence of Lyanna, it was too late.

King Jaehaerys has summoned me to his solars. After the initial confusion of being summoned by the king, I had followed Prince Aemon along with my son to the king's solar.

The scene in the king solar had left me shocked and speechless. Both my daughter and the price Daemon were disheveled and from the condition of their clothes, one could easily guess what had occurred.

Those crude remarks that Prince Daemon has said about my daughter in his drunken state and the continuous sobbing of my daughter has painted a very ugly picture in my mind.

That bloody sliver-haired bastard has forced himself on my daughter. Rickon has come to the same conclusion because King's guard were holding him back from strangling the prince Daemon.

I don't think that, but I had felt that fury since the entire situation with my uncle Bennard. I was seeing red. In my anger, I had demanded trial by combat. A part of me knew that, by the time I had arrived in King Jaehaerys solar, everyone in Red keep was aware of the entire situation.

I was going to avenge the honour of my daughter even with my death.

But Arra has made me see sense. She made me accept the offer that King Jaehaerys has proposed. What is done is done, I can't change it. But I can still ensure the well-being of my Lyanna. By her marriage to prince Daemon, no one will question her character and her future children will be safe by the protection of the beasts that King Jaehaerys was offering.

But it didn't mean that I was willing to see Prince Daemon anywhere near my kingdom. After the wedding, I had returned to Winterfell with my entire family immediately.

Not a single soul in the North questioned or mentioned anything about the incidents in King's Landing in front of me. Something that I appreciated. After a few months, I was made aware that Lyanna was pregnant with the prince's child.

That silver-haired prince was actually excited at the news and wanted to visit Winterfell immediately with his mount, Caraxes. But his grandfather and father had prohibited it, as they were mourning the death of Crown Prince Aemon Targaryen and they wanted his dragon in King's Landing for the mourning period. Since prince Daemon has claimed the mount of late crown prince as his own, he wasn't allowed to leave King's Landing.

During her pregnancy, Lyanna told us the truth about the entire situation in King's Landing. That she was just as guilty as Prince Daemon in this entire mess. My wife was really hurt after hearing that, and for Rickon, he was angry beyond belief. He couldn't accept that his sister had sullied the honor of the Starks in her foolishness.

For me, they both were equally guilty. But since she is my daughter, my anger was more directed toward the prince.

But the misfortunes in my life don't end there.

My precious Rickon, my golden child, my brave and cunning heir had left me and his mother alone in this world. When he was returning from the winter town, after resolving a conflict between two merchants, he had encountered a dozen wildlings in the Wolfswood. He was alone and those cowards had attacked him.

Even though he had managed to kill all of them, he wasn't able to return from this fight unscathed. His injuries were too serious and the Old gods have ended his misery by claiming his soul.

The death of her son has wounded the heart of Arra greatly. She wasn't able to recover from that. It has sent her into early labor, and she didn't survive this early childbirth nor did our stillborn son.

In less than a year, I had buried two sons and a loving wife. But now looking at my daughter, who was pale as a ghost and whose birthing bedsheets were entirely covered in blood, I felt that, I would have to bury a daughter too.

"Please, father...please protect her. Don't punish her for my sins." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't worry, little wolf. We'll both protect her. Do something, you god-damned idiots! Save her!" I yelled at the masters, with tears in my eyes.

"Father, I am afraid that they can't do anything. I feel it in my bones. Her name is Vis--Visenya, after the warrior queen and her ancestor."

"A wonderful name." Tears continued to fall from my eyes uncontrollably. Not her too.

"I was foolish and arrogant, that's why god's are punishing me. I deserve that. But don't punish her, she deserves her grand father love."

"I will never, she is granddaughter. My blood. I will always protect her." It was my last promise to my daughter that I was going to held till my last breath.

"Promise me father... promise me... promise m..."those were her last words.

I gently closed her eyes. I don't know how long I was staring at the closed eyes of my daughter till the cries of a newborn child along with the tiny roar of a creature broke my thoughts.

"My lord, your granddaughter Lady Visenya." Master Tom said, presenting me with the newborn child.

As I looked at the crying infant, I could clearly see her Targaryen heritage. The crown of silver rested on her head. But there was Stark in her too, her silver-grey eyes, the one she inherited from her mother, but the shade of her eyes were different; they were similar to those of her uncle Rickon.

A part of Rickon lived on within her.

"My lord?" asked the hesitant voice of master Tom.

"Her name is Visenya Stark. Heir to Winterfell and the North. Send the ravens to King's Landing and every single lord in the North, Master Tom."

"My lord!" His voice was laced with shock.

"It is an order, Master Tom."

"As you wish, my lord."

"And Master, send someone to attend the dragon hatchling. I assume we have all the required information about how to take care of a dragon."

"Yes, my lord. The books Prince Daemon has sent have been very helpful."

After returning Visenya to her nursemaid, I looked at the little white dragon hatchling. It was so tiny and fragile, but once it grows, it will be the strongest weapon one could imagine. I can only hope that Visenya will grow up like a dragon, which was born alongside her and will continue to share her cradle.

I don't know what I am felling currently, but one thing I know for sure is that, I will honour my last promise to my daughter.

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Unknown Pov-

Life sucks. It is an universal fact. No one in the entire world or even multiverse can deny it.

My name is Aurora White or at least it was in my first and second life. Well, that's confusing. Let me clarify.

In my first life, I was your typical average child. My marks are average, my looks are average and my skills are also average. Nothing out of ordinary you see. But somehow I manage to get an above average job with some help from my dad.

My payment was good enough. I can afford my rent,food, gas for my car, insurance etc. After working for four years, I have managed to save a good amount of money. With some low interest lones, I was able to buy a decent house. Two rooms, a kitchen, living space and a garage with tiny lawn. Everything was going perfectly.

But one day, all of it ended abruptly.

You see, I like to read books. Not the serious ones but the fanstay ones. After I was returning from book store, I slipped on staircase of my house. It was heavily raining outside so, I was drenched completely. Rather than carefully climbing the stairs, I did the complete opposite.

Well, I died. What an average way to die. My only regret was that I wasn't able to say goodbye to my parents or friends for the matter and I wasn't able to read the book series that I have just bought. It was game of thrones. I was planning to marathon it.

My bestie was huge fan and she had told me many things about it. I roughly know the history and outline of plot, but that's it. She has convinced me to read the series and after that we were going to watch the show completely, my first time and her second. Ugh!

But that's not the intresting part. You may not believe me but it didn't end there.

After I died, I was reborn as an unnamed orphan in London during the 1990s. The sister at the orphanage named me Aurora White. Well, that was a good start. Originally, I thought that, I was born earlier in the timeline of my world and due to some glitch, I managed to retain my memories. I should have taken those self-insert fanfictions seriously.

But it all came crashing down, when I witnessed a man flying on a broom above the roof of my orphanage. I came to a scary conclusion: I was born into the world of Harry Potter.

But it didn't end there; guess what?... I also have magic. When I was looking for a book in the library of my orphanage, I accidentally summoned it.

I am a muggle-born witch in the magical Britain, during the time when Lord Voldemort will rise again. The only good thing about this entire situation is that, I am three years older than Harry Potter.

My original plan was to complete my normal studies as soon as possible and find a job. So that I can invest into some good companies, which are going to get a lot of profit in the future.

But I made a new plan: complete my normal studies, complete my wizarding studies, and pack my bags and leave the magical Britain as far behind me.

When I first found out that I am a witch, I actually wanted to go to some foreign school, but I couldn't exactly afford that. You see, my life is running on funds and donations from the rich people and the government.

On the faithful day of my eleventh birthday, a witch in green robes came and informed me about my magical life. Since I was an orphan, the magical government had allotted me some funds for my studies until the seventh year.

I also had some allowance from my orphanage, like twenty euros per month, since I turned six. I had managed to save around a thousand euros by the time I turned eleven. I thought it was enough, if I wanted something extra in the magical world.

Due to some stroke of luck, I remembered most of my academic stuff from my past life(somehow my memories are intact in my brain like an encyclopaedia) so I was able to graduate from high school with honors when I turned eleven.

After that, I attended Hogwarts and lived there for four years, my life was peaceful. I was topper of my class, I guess being twenty-five years old competing with a bunch of kids helped a lot.

I was average in my past life and I was happy being average. But I can't afford that luxury now because one encounter with a death eater gone wrong and I am done for. Dying sucks and I don't want to experience it so soon in my life again.

Even though I was sorted into the gryffindor (for some reason unknown to me), I spent most of my time in the library studying or in the Room of Requirement training. Nor did I ever cross the path of Harry Potter other than saying polite "hi" or "hello" in the common room on rare occasions.

Everything was happening according to the plot.

But I jinxed myself.

In my seventh year, the year of the globet of fire, professer McGonagall suggested me to put my name in the goblet. Since I was the head girl(I don't know the reasons again) and the topper of the seventh year, she wanted me to go for it.

I can't exactly tell the head of my house that, an evil dark lord is going to rise and I can't mess with the plot. So with my fingers crossed, I put my name in the goblet of fire, hoping that Cedric and Harry will be selected again.

Well, Harry got selected but Cedric wasn't the Hogwarts champion, I was. After Harry and I returned to the gryffindor common room, the air was so tense there that you could cut a knife through it.

After I told them that I don't think it was Harry's falut and don't blame him for this entire situation, I can visibly see the tension leaving the room. After that it was so loud, that entire Hogwarts had heared the gryffindors partying.

After that we complete the first and second tasks, I kissed Cedric at the yue ball and in the third task, I was first to enter the maze, followed by Harry at second position and then Victor and Fleur.

Well, I died again.

Barty crouch jr. wasn't so sure of Harry winning with me competing, so he made the entire area surrounding the trophy a portkey. How he did that, I don't know. Probably some ancient magic that Voldemort has told him about.

Even though I was standing feet away from the trophy, I was still whisked away to the graveyard and killed in the end. It happened so abruptly that I didn't even get the chance to react.

No one other than Harry Potter cried at my death. I don't have a father like Cedric in this world. Some of my friends had shed some tears but that's was it. My funeral was attended by only Dumbledore and Harry in some no name graveyard.

It was sad and kinda depressing.

I was a ghost this entire time, watching as Harry defeated Voldemort and finished the Harry Potter book series.

I have helped Harry in my ghostly form as much as I could and made his hunt for Horcruxes easier than it originally was. Hermione wasn't tortured by Bellatrix and she didn't get the scar of "mudblood" this time. Dobby, Fred, Remus, and Tonks didn't die this time around. And Hogwarts was also safe this time.

As I lose consciousness in my ghostly form, after hundreds of years, my only regret is not starting sooner. I could have saved more lives and made the world a better place than it currently is.

If I were given another chance like this, instead of wasting it out of fear of the unknown, I would use it fully to right wrongs.

(Unknown to her, someone has decided to hear her pleas and give her one more chance to set the things right.)

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Author's note -

What did you think?

I guess you guys have many questions about our MC, so let's answer them.

She was sorted into Gryffindor because, even though she was a coward at first due to her fear, after her death she managed to overcome it. She helped Harry by providing him with vital information. After her death, her soul returned to the Forbidden Forest. She loved that place while she was alive, after all, it was her little escape from the cruel reality of the world she was born into, and after her death, she returned there.

For me, bravery means conquering your fears. Even though it was after her death, she still manages to overcome them.

As for losing consciousness in ghostly form after hundreds of years, it was something like her spending years wandering the forbidden forest, with her only company being centaurs and Harry, when he visits her on her birthday.

She has reached a stage where she can't exist in ghost form anymore because of her desire to be alive again.

As for kissing Cedric, it was just me fulfilling my desire to kiss my first crush.

I will update monthly by the way.

Stay tuned : )