298 A.C. Harry's Chamber's

Candle light wavers in tune with the evening chill billowing throughout Harry's room soothing him with its kiss. Scattered haphazardly along the floor are crumbled up wads of parchment decorated with his chicken scratch handwriting.

His ink stained fingers tremble with nerves, showing just how stressed he is over this letter, 'It needs to be right' he thinks, looking at his final attempt.

Harry wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs not caring about the ink staining his white sleeping wear.

After reading, and then rereading the letter another, making sure it's what he wants to say.

Determined eyes gleam with satisfaction with what he has written, hoping the contents will help elevate the man's ire. The parchment is still damp with ink, but Harry fixes that with a flick of his wrist, swiftly drying the chunky handwriting. With practiced ease folding it up before placing it in a small pouch, charmed to be bottomless, and filled with various things.

Though only one object in particular will be something Harry knows the man will cherish.

Harry feels it's the least he can do for the man he essentially abandoned.

Shaking out of that depressing train of thought he steps up to his open window. Leaning forward he takes a soft breath before letting out a whistle, one his brother taught him for this particular creature.

In response an albino hawk swoops in front of him, landing elegantly onto their perch. His pale feathers highlighted by the depleting orange glow illuminating the night sky.

Meraxes, as he chose to name the bird. Harry had felt a little cynical when he thought the name up, and her pearl colored feathers made him feel it was appropriate to honor the long lost albino dragon.

His sharp eyes peered into his awaiting Instructions.

His intelligence must be a side effect, if you could call it that, from his magic and connection morphing the avian into something more… magical.

The bird was something he had taken a minute to get used to since he felt it was a betrayal to Hedwig, but eventually he caved to the beautiful thing.

Stroking their soft feathers Harry ties the small pouch to her leg, which is obediently raised. Straightening his arm, feeling the familiar weight of a wand slip into his grasp. Tendrils magic flaring in his hand as the stick eagerly responds to his command.

Pressing the tip of the pouch with his elder wand he spells a charm that will ensure only Sirius's signature can open and remove said pouch as well as provide a small form of protection from curious fellows wishing to take him down.

With that he watches as the silent creature takes off the shadow of their being fading into the sky as the sun starts to kiss the horizon.

Blocking out the commotion below as the men prepare for war and his father prepares a wedding.

He makes his way across the room, his way wired emotions making him feel exhausted.

Harry wonders what the future may hold, now that the story is starting.

He can't ignore this anymore.

"you've decided then?" The innocent inquiry makes his heart leap in his throat as he spins pointlessly aiming his wand at the figure. Death gives him a mocking smile, "I've always wondered what the stick would cast towards me." They say with curiosity, tilting their head.

Harry lowers his wand letting his heart slow down, he thinks he would be used to this, but one never does.

"Sorry, did I scare you? It wasn't my intention." The little shit says their smile is saying different, this time taking the form of a small beggar child.

"No you didn't," he deadpans the elder wands cooling in his hand as he relaxes, death just shrugs and swings their legs while looking out the window, "Seems that your family is having some sort of Celebration, sister is to be Queen?" The deity if you could call such an aspect that says, looking ways from the people outside to peer into him their visage foolproof if not for the inhuman glow to their eyes that Harry suspects only he or those close to death could see.

The being has been popping up more often than not, Harry thought they weren't able to interact much in this universe. "Why are you here?" Pressing on when he realizes how rude that could be seen, "You've been more active lately? I thought you couldn't interfere with us mortals?"

"Mortals, yes." The deity allows before turning back to his muse, the humans down below unsuspecting of their doom sitting, watching their backs at the very moment.

Harry furrows his brows, feeling frustrated, "what are you implying?" He presses despite knowing Death won't reveal anything unless they wish to.

They don't say anything at first, just stare out into the field below, "You aren't the first" they speak, their voice taking on an ominous tone."but you'll be the greatest."

'It's about time a god roams the realms of men again.' Death thinks to themselves, knowing the boy before him isn't ready to hear just what his fate entails.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Harry can't help but exclaim only to look back at the spot we're death was, letting out a growl when he sees a slip of paper where Death previously what sitting.

-you'll find a future friend in Skagos, Though be wary as one wrong move you'll be on the end of a blazing inferno-

"Skagos?" He asks himself only vaguely recalling the island.

The sound of knocking on his door and his name being addressed pulls him out of his musing. Harry can think on it later, if it was urgent he is sure death would have been more direct.

Looking just in time for him to see the auburn head popping through the door, hearing the guard pointlessly address him "m'sorry my Lord, Lady Margaery slipped past me," the newer guard stutters out, to which Harry just waved him away, his focus on margaery as she elegantly settles on the spot death just sat.

"Ser?" He stalls, forgetting the man's name, smiling gently at the man only a few years his senior, acting like he's a king or something, replies, "well, Ser Darey, she is a slippery one don't let it beat you up, just make sure you don't let anyone else get past you." He says with a charming smile, enjoying the flush that builds up his ears. Ignoring the snicker of his sister as the man bows before exiting.

Waiting until the door shuts fully before activating his silencing wards and turning to his, who is reading the note left by death. Her legs crossed under her silk skirt, gently swaying. She looks up with a mischievous smile dangling the paper in front of herself tauntingly, her tickling laugh making him smile as he swipes the paper out of her hands.

"Who is this friend in Skagos?" She asks, tilting her head to the side, her hair falling onto one shoulder as she leans on her left side pillowing her head on her shoulder. "The north is so far I didn't think you'd have any contact there, yet."

"I don't know, Skagos is just something my Friend insisted I needed to go see, though with all this and your wedding…" he says pointedly, knowing she's trying to distract him from why she came to him so late.

"I want to be queen." She says after a minute, her form slumping as she peeks up at him through her veil of hair.

"You will be." Harry says, wondering why she's upset, only to receive a scoff. Her bitter gaze looking away as she peers to the men down below from her position on his desk, "even you can't be so naive to think Renly has the slightest of chance to succeed, even if he does win the war. He's the youngest born. His claim isn't that strong unless he wanted to kill his brother. But who would want to follow a Kinslayer?" She pauses.

Harry stays silent knowing she needs to vent and he's taken the position of being their therapist for some god damn reason.

"Loras loves him," she says after a second.

"He says it's okay that I can do this, but no one asks if I want this, grandmother is so blind to the possibility of being queen that she doesn't care how. Is that selfish?"

"To want to be queen but to only want to be The Queen? Am I shallow for wishing I could have a better match?" Harry closes by pulling her head into his chest, his magic wrapping around them in a protective embrace as he presses his chin into her head allowing her to let her emotions out.

He knows she wants to be marked down as one of the greatest, and his sister is someone he cherishes, having a family was his dream as a child, being reborn into the Tyrells has been a blessing.

"Say the word and we'll ride off and I'll find your promised prince you used to fuse about.." he teases feeling triumphant when he gets a quill thrown at his head.

As he watches his sister fume he feels his resolve finalize, there's too many lives at stake to stall any longer.

Dumbledoor said it best, he cares too much.

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Winterfell

Sirius lashes another strike into the tree feeling the tremor as his blade shakes from the force. His body coated with sweat despite the cold, as he throws another swing at the tree feeling the familiar hatred bleed through his veins, the same hatred he had when he found out Peter betrayed them.

Caw!

Stopping mod swing he looks up at the achingly familiar noise, with desperate hope his gaze climbs up to find a hawk, odd but not as unusual for a messenger bird, even in the wizarding the more pompous would use them. Their coloring is odd and beautiful, glistening like the snow of his land. He's never seen a white hawk.

A package attached to their foot catches his attention.

Feeling something he hasn't felt in almost thirty years, he lets out a barking laugh as he eagerly holds out his arm letting the big beast land on his arm not even caring about the cuts as he unties the package from the bird.

The pulsating magic coming off of both the bird and the package makes him want to weep on the spot, he thanks the God's that he's alone or he'll die of embarrassment.

"Thank you," he says, his throat suddenly heavy with emotions. The bird quickly takes off only to land on the lowest branch giving him an inpatient look.

With a shaky smile he gently opens the clothes bag. Immediately a folded piece of parchment paper springs up the scratchy calligraphy, the words hey Siri written on the front makes him release a whimper he couldn't hold back.

"Pup." He murmurs picking the letter, gently running his thumb over the words.

Setting the bag down he sits wincing as his but hits the cold snow, but ignores it in favor of the letter, everything else disappears.

Hey, Siri,

It's been a wild ride.

That makes him laugh, if it's a little wet only he'll know.

Pads I'm sorry.

When I first got here I was a baby, not that that excuses my actions or lack thereof, but I and you know it would have been to dangerous and stupid for me to uo and go look for you.

I hope you grew up in a loving family like I have.

That makes Sirius smile knowing James and Lily would love for Harry to experience some sort of childhood.

The Tyrells are a fun bunch, I'm sure you and my brother, and can you believe I have a brother!

Anyway you would love Garlan, he's a marauder in the making…I don't want to speak about this over a letter so I had Meley's -the hawk- carry with him a pouch full of things you'll be happy about, and some provisions though how you'll explain that is on you.

'The little shit,' Sirius thinks with a wobbly smile.

Opening the pouch more he peers in his eyes widening at all of the stuff piled in and that's just what he can see, reaching into the pouch his arm disappears as he blindly feels for what's in there too impatient to read more, his eyes widening as he feels a familiar object.

The circular objects can't be what he thinks.

Pulling his arm out he hastily examines the handheld mirror crafted with such intricacies that he can't help but admire the heart felt object. The silver rim around the reflective glass being engraved with an achingly familiar wolf chasing a prancing stag. His eyes tear up as he follows along to see his own animagus nipping at the wolf's tail the words mischief managed scratched in the same handwriting from Harry's letter. Or should he say Haedrian.

Knowing you, you've already broken the seal, so to speak.

So I'll just keep it short.

I will save your family, use what I've given you to worry about your people, Winter is coming and a long night is ahead.

Stay safe, Snuffles

-Pronglet

"I'll save your family? Pup you're my family." He mutters, feeling the shame from his actions from his old life rush back with a vengeance.

"Sorry pup, it's a little too late to draw back now." He mutters tightening his hold on the mirror, feeling the soothing magic of Harry pulsing from it.

Sirius had heard the footsteps of Robb king before the raven arrived and waited silently while thumbing the mirror achingly wishing to use it, but knows it's better to let Harry approach him first.

Turning to the auburn boy, taller than most men as he speaks up, "Uncle?" Robb inquires, Sirius can see the confused intrigue in his blue eyes, the moon light making them seem like the deep sea. "Is that from one of your friends?" The tiredness in Robb's voice makes him wince.

Waving Robb to sit next to him, he turns to give the hawk a look, idly noticing a glow in their eyes as he speaks, "you could say that." He offers with a warm smile feeling like he's looking at Harry as he stares into the avian's eyes.

A/n:

Apologizes for the long wait.

I had my wisdom teeth taken out, and have just been getting back to feeling better and coherent enough to "trust" my writing.

I know nothing has changed canon wise.

I promise I have a reason, I just need to get to the plot point I want before diverting.

I'd also like to point out (or retcon) that Harry has never really relied on magic.

in the 'war' against Voldemort the most he used was a disarming charm( obviously he did more) I just feel he's not one to thing of magic as an immediate solution, I liken him to a rouge who uses magic tricks to his advantage than a wizard(mind set wise)

My main problem is finding a balance with what he can do as an OP person, but is restricted by only his mind(he doesn't realize just what he's capable of as Mod)

Sorry for the monologue.

Ps: Who do you want to see for pairings? Both Het and Slash/femslash.