Hightower

It's only been a few full moons since the whole ordeal at the tourney, the only reason his brother is able to walk albeit with a limp, is because his magic miraculously came to his aid.

He's been listening to his father complain about Oberyn Martell almost every meal, the man had taken the time to write to his older brother Willa's, while shipping a crate their own medical supply of ointments for muscle relaxant, which was surprising, since the Martells are known for vigorously guarding their family medicine cultivated from their ancestors the Rhoynar, who were famous for their water magic and healing, if the tales of the past are to be believed.

Entering the Tyrell family's dining room, their informal one when not entertaining anyone important.

If he hadn't spent his adolescence in a castle in his first life, especially one that has moving stairways Harry wouldn't have been able to guide himself through the maze that is their home, saying that modestly.

The famous garden maze is child's play to the halls of this castle.

It's honestly ingenious how they incorporated so many dead ends into this place, he is lucky he was able to use his magic to trace his steps and find secret passages, a simple alohomora while pointing at random places seeing if it opens a passageway.

Quietly thanking the cupbearer as they pull out his chair he silently sets himself in his seat, he thanks the cupbearer again as they push him in towards the table, his legs too short to do it himself.

He is delighted by the flush of pleasure from the thanks.

While it has taken a while for him to feel comfortable being waited on Harry can admit that it's nice to have. He also isn't naïve enough to think he could change something so ingrained like servitude. He will settle for making sure those who work under him are content and well cared for in return.

A servant who loves serving their Lord is more loyal than one who is doing it for a living.

Shaking his head he reaches for the cloth that is for draping over their legs, while focusing on his two youngest siblings, specifically Loras who had called for his attention.

Harry feels a smile pull on his face as the tiny boy babbles to him from across the table genuinely about his lessons of the day as the boy goes on about how cool of a knight he's gonna be.

Harry can admit being in the middle and getting to experience being an older brother and a younger brother at the same time is like Fate's way of rewarding him.

"Oh, Garlan, I think you have competition." Harry purrs watching as both of them fluff up like peacocks.

"Hah, you forget Harry, I said I will be greater than Ser Arthur, not some old geezer." This makes Loras gasp his little face flushing with a fire that makes him smile.

"Old Geezer! Barristan is the best! He stopped the leader of a rebilon'".The boy seems to look around as they all let out a chuckle from the way he fumbled over the word rebellion,

"N'uh, Arthur is!" Garlan snarks with no real heat.

Harry can tell he just loves riling his siblings up.

Him included.

"Boy's" their mother speaks up, before Loras can go on a yelling spree.

While she certainly doesn't have their grandmother's command, she is still their mother, and they respect her. She truly does love them even if she's a little too passive for his taste.

He has come to find women like his Grandmother are a rarity, the misogyny not helping.

"Yes, mother," they all intone.

Harry meets Willas's gaze as he looks up from his plate as they placate their mother, he gives his solemn brother a smile feeling brighter when he returns it with a smaller one.

His oldest brother has taken the fact that his future as a knight isn't possible, for now if he has anything to say.

Letting his physical age control him he childishly ignores his father as he tries to get his attention knowing he's being rude, but Willas doesn't seem to hold any hard feelings for their father, so he feels he has to bear the anger for the injustice on his behalf.

He noticed how people tend to ignore whatever his father does even if it's not the best thing for them. While his Grandmother has final say on a lot of things his father still holds the true power and can do what he wants and this incident is the first time he's put his own child in danger for recognition amongst lesser lords.

Harry wonders if it's because he has a more modern mindset that he's not willing to just shrug off their fathers whims.

Hell, even their grandmother, despite her prowess, can succumb to Mace's stupidity. That's not to say she isn't upset with the man, but will tend to shrug it off as another stupid boy thing, her words.

"Haedrian, your Lord and father is speaking, it's quite rude to ignore him." His mother's voice soft and chiding like her son hadn't been potentially paralyzed from the neck down or worse.

Not wanting to hurt his mother with his angered gaze he keeps his eyes on his food, only to snap his gaze up with anger as his father stands up with a huff.

"Boy!" This word would have made him flinch in the past, but he doesn't let the past haunt him, if anything he gets angrier.

"What!?" He almost winces at his raised voice, but stays firm.

"Haedrian!" Their mother admonished clutching her jeweled neck in surprise, while Harry is mischievous he's never truly had a tantrum like the one he is making at the present.

The emotions of holding it in as his father continues to blame someone for his own stupidity has reached its boiling point.

"How could you!?" He asks, screaming as the pent up aggression explodes out, his glare full of loathing while looking into their fathers eyes.

Mace is staring at him like he's seeing someone in a new light.

"What do you mean?" Mace asks, clearly confused which only makes him even more angry.

A draft picks up as his magic spikes in retaliation.

"Harry, it's okay." Willas says, wincing at his mistake, seeing Harry flare up with astonishment.

"No, it's not!" Harry growls standing up from his seat as the candle's around them flicker from his frustrations, taking a deep breath he slows his heart rate before asking his father.

"Why did you allow Willy to get hurt?" He finally says as he feels wetness forming in his eyes as he stares at the man who is his father, the man isn't as great as Harry had thought.

Mace was always accepting and so fun, but he's starting to see just how dangerous a fool with power is.

"He could have died! And it's all your fault!" Not bothering to wipe the tear that falls or acknowledging the arm of Garlan as he attempts to tug him down.

"Now, Haedrian." His mother tries in vain.

"I didn't hurt him, it was that damned Prince." Mace states making Harry stare inbefuddlement.

"Only because you forced him-" "Haedrian." Harry is interrupted by Olenna.

"Enough." her voice resonates as they both fall into silence. The whole household watching with a baited breath as Harry turns to the true matriarch of the family.

"Haedrian," she repeats his name, keeping his gaze as he struggles to hold his tongue not wanting to face the wrath of his grandmother. "I think you need to retire early."

Seeing that he's about to open his mouth she speaks more firmly. "Choose your battles," is all she says, but it seems to work.

Harry closes his eyes as he realizes she's telling him it's pointless, as he can't change the mind of a fool.

Pushing his chair in he turns with a bowing slightly towards both his parents, "It seems I'm not feeling well Mother, Father, excuse me." Harry states his youthful voice belaying the cordial tone when addressing their lord and father.

He ignores the gaze of his family as he makes his way towards his room, the clanking of armory lets him know a nameless knight has taken it upon himself to escort him, though he does catch the ending of his fathers rant as he make a turn down the hall leading towards the family's sleeping wing.

"-at Hightower, it may do him some good." Is all he catches as he storms past the silent guards, one nameless guard stepping away from the wall to escort the young boy to his room.

He never would have expected that by morning he'd be informed that his grandfather had requested to ward one of his grandchildren and Harry was the 'lucky' pick to be shipped off.

———

Docking Oldtown.

The seat of Hightower gleaming high into the sky even from the distance he is, three miles if his estimates are correct.

Her white stone clashing against the rough waves as it climbed the pale blue sky, the roaring ocean gleaming as the ship made its way to dock. He can see the flame at the top of the Tower gleaming despite the bright midday sun.

Taking a deep inhale smiling as the salty breeze invades his senses, closing his eyes he lets the faint sounds of the city reach his ears.

The last time he had seen the ocean was on his last visit to Dobby's resting place; he can just hear the wayward Elf as he praises Harry for something so simple as treating Dobby as a person.

"Only a few more miles Lad," the voice of his uncle Garth meets his ear.

The image behind his eyes fade as the elf seems to wave, opening his eyes he lets his vision adjust to the bright sun before turning to look at his uncle, who has the unfortunate moniker, Garth the Gross.

Having the unfortunate timing of letting out a fart in front of one of the royals of before, the poor man is haunted by the incident ever sense.

"Aye…" he says taking in the obnoxious amount of ships stationed as they dedock and export their foreign goods.

Reaching into his tunic Harry lets his fingers curl around the necklace holding a miniaturized mirror.

The tiny mirror necklace that he keeps tucked into his person is identical to the ones his other siblings have, not including the two youngest, at least until they are older and able to keep it a secret.

He without any hesitation put Willas in charge of determining when Margery and Loras were ready to be let in on the secret.

Trusting his judgement above most.

Harry had been working on creating the same communication device he had with Sirius back from before and had coincidentally finished with his Two-Way-mirror just in time to be informed that he was to be Fostered as a ward at Hightower.

The necklace on his person and the ones he made for his siblings that he is charmed with a simple monitoring spell along with a sticky charm so no one, but the wearer can take the jewelry off, having also taken inspiration from Hermione using the Protean Charm to allow them to relay messages through written words should they need it, tweaking the spell to allow his siblings to write instead of him being the only one to relay messages.

Harry hasn't created a safe house for them yet, but once he does he'll rework their necklace knowing anything he does to his will be done to theirs, to be an emergency Portkey as well as a communication device.

"-kay? You've been staring at the tower for some time." His uncle brings him back to reality as he shakes his head letting his necklace fall back on his chest he gives his Uncle a recurring smile.

The older man is in the same age of the likes of Barristan the Bold, the healthy flush to his uncle's lined face as the heat of the sun causes him to sweat. The silver hair tied into a low ponytail resting on the Tyrell green tunic he was wearing.

Harry thought it was funny how the houses tended to dress in their house colors, and would shy away from any color from a 'rival house'.

Though he finds a lot of Westerosi customs strange.

"I'm fine uncle, just nervous, grandfather had personally requested me, I'm not sure why?" He has an inkling though, given the rumors of his Aunt Malora otherwise known as The Mad Maid.

"I'm not privy to that knowledge either, young one," his Great-Uncle starts",but I do know that he was very taken with you at your birth, he had to be chided by his daughter to hand you over."

"Still…" Harry mutters, wondering if this is just another person to have high expectations of him, only to be let down when he doesn't hold up.

The whole boy-who-lived is still a sore subject.

He just hopes there isn't another prophecy.

At least this one isn't about him…

A/n:

Alright, I'm horrible at description so I apologize if it's choppy.

I just love the idea of Harry being mentored by the mad maid, I figure with how little we know of her, I can go ham so to speak.

Isn't Hightower rumored to play with necromancy?

Who do you see Harry getting together with?

Not that I'm focusing on pairings at the moment just curious.

If you could wake up in as a noble of the great houses which would you choose?

I'd choose Tyrell or Martell.

They are the most flexible houses imo. (In terms of progressiveness)