Stark Siblings by age:

Jon

Robb

Sansa

Harry

Arya

Bran

Rickon

Jon glared at the Lannister soldier that shoved him in the back urging him on, as though he could walk any faster through the forest while his hands were tied behind his back. He rolled his eyes slightly when he heard a growl behind him and one of the Lannister soldier's yelped. Honestly, why they kept trying to shove at Tormund and then shit themselves when he reacted the same way every single time he did not know!

He huffed out a sigh as he was shoved again and went back to trying to work out how they could get away from the soldiers. It wasn't going to be easy he realised this considering the morons holding them had told them that there were numerous camps set up in the forest to capture Northerners.

He just hoped that they didn't find Ghost. His Direwolf had run off into the forest at his command, and now he was worried what would happen if any Lannisters came across him, though they would have killed him on sight when they captured Jon, Tormund and their small group.

"There is a fire ahead," One of the soldiers said brightly.

"Aim for it, it's bloody cold out here," another grumbled.

"We should keep going!"

"What they don't know can't hurt them, we will just say that we took a wrong turn,"

"I want to sit by a fire, have something to eat and relax. We captured the King in the North's bastard brother, come on, we should celebrate!"

"Fine, fine,"

Jon grunted again as he was shoved unnecessarily in the back, their group now aiming toward where they could see the fire through the trees.

When they got there they found a large and pleasant fire crackling away and spreading the heat around the small clearing, the smell of rabbit cooking filled the air and made a few stomachs rumble, including Jon's considering they had been walking all day and he hadn't been given even a sip of water.

There was one lone figure seated in front of the fire, they were wearing travelling trousers and boots, a bag and blanket had been laid out on the floor by their feet clearly to sleep on later. Jon couldn't work out if the person were male or female considering they had the grey hood of their cloak up and covering them for warmth. He hoped that it was not a female, not by some of the comments these soldiers had made along the way. He couldn't tell though, the figure was very slight.

"We order you to share your fire in the name of the King," The lead soldier in charge of their group called out.

The figure started a little, and Jon wondered how the hell they had survived a day out here by themselves if they had not heard them coming. They bowed their head however and waved to the fire in welcome.

Jon glared at the soldier guarding them, vowing he would take that bloody hand off as he was shoved into a tree. He and Tormund were shoved down to the floor and bound to the tree, the other Wildlings and Northmen with them given the same treatment before the Lannister soldiers made their way to the fire and got comfy, snatching the cooked rabbit from the fire and helping themselves to it.

"The last time I was here was for the red wedding!" A Lannister said loudly, smirking at Jon as he tensed.

"Who would have thought that the Stark Upstart would be tough enough to have survived it!" Another snorted.

"Heard he is pretty much useless now. Bad luck that family, two of their sons crippled, the youngest daughter has to be dead, the elder one won't survive long running from the Queen dowager's fury, and the other two sons missing in the wild. And now we have the bastard Crow Stark. Such bad luck," One of them chortled.

"Not to mention the upstart is trapped in his castle," Gawfed another.

Jon closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the tree trying to wash out the sound of their laughter and taunts, trying to come up with some way to get out of this situation.

An hour later Jon huffed out a sigh as the soldiers broke out into a round of Rains Of Castamere. He opened his eyes and looked at Tormund who was just looking grumpier and grumpier by the second. It was going to get to a point where either himself or his friend were just going to try ripping the tree out the ground to beat these morons to death they were so annoying.

"Here friend! Will you not join in!" One of the soldiers called cheerfully to the stranger.

"I am not much of a singer," The voice said softly.

"Let us see your face at least! I can not tell whether you are male or female, and I am looking for some good company!" A soldier leered.

The stranger pulled back their hood revealing long jet black wavy hair in a tight braid, pale white skin, bright emerald green eyes and sharp beautiful features. Jon had to hold back his gasp and the urge to call out as he set eyes on his half brother Harrison, Harry, for the first time in four years, and they were surrounded by Lannister soldiers. Tormund shot him a confused look as he felt him tensing up next to him.

"A man you are! Though a pretty man, I may well just take you anyway," The soldier leered to the cheers and rude comments from the rest of the soldiers.

Jon tensed, even more, straining against the ropes holding him as the soldiers made increasingly sexual comments about his brother, riling each other up more and more. Though Harry was just sitting calmly by the fire.

"Come! Sing for us!" A soldier ordered.

"Well," Harry stood and took a couple of steps back. "For Hands of Gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm, for Hands of Gold are always cold…."

Jon was distracted from the sound of Harry's beautiful singing voice by movement in the forest behind him. Narrowing his eyes he concentrated on the area and saw a flash of movement again. The soldiers, however, were completely distracted with Harry, making even more sexual comments about his androgyny and what they were going to do with him.

And then they all heard the twin snarls. And everyone froze.

"...For Hands of Gold are always cold...but a woman's hands are warm," Harry smirked opening his eyes opening slowly, dangerously, as two giant Direwolves prowled out of the trees behind him, their teeth already barred and snarling. Nymeria and Cregan. The look on Harry's face went from calm inscrutability, to dangerous and dark as the two Direwolves came to a stop either side of him.

"What the…" Before the soldiers could so much as twitch Nymeria and Cregan were launching themselves over the fire at the soldiers with Harry seconds behind them, drawing twin short swords and took down two soldiers in an arc of blood in one smooth move.

Jon sat there open mouthed as he watched his younger brother who had been loath to even pick up a sword moved as though he were dancing, swinging his twin swords with deadly accuracy, spinning gracefully on one leg he avoided the desperate stab of a sword from one of the soldiers before swinging around and plunging both swords into his back.

Harry moved seamlessly with Nymeria and Cregan, the three of them moving around the clearing dispatching the soldiers with what Jon dared to call ease until at last Harry was circling around the soldier who had commented upon being at the Red Wedding. He waved Nymeria and Cregan back, the two Direwolves laying down calmly to lick the blood from their muzzles.

"Who the hell are you?!" The soldier spat, fear clear in his eyes.

Harry smirked and moved forward frighteningly fast. Three quick moves and he had the soldier on his knees, cupping his chin and holding his head up as he stood behind him, Harry placed a sword to his throat.

"I want you to know, the last thing you are going to see in this world is a Stark smiling down at you," Harry said softly.

"No…" The soldier spluttered as his throat was slit.

Harry shoved him forward to the floor uncaringly, already turning to make his way over to Jon who was sitting staring open-mouthed at his brother.

"Jon, I was told you had been murdered!" Harry breathed dropping to his knees in front of Jon and threw his arms around his half brother.

"I was," Jon muttered a little baffled. He and Harry had never been particularly close, Sansa had taken Harry under her wing and Jon always figured that Harry thought about him being a stain upon the Stark name much the way Sansa did. However, the way he was being hugged and the relief in Harry's voice seemed to say otherwise.

"What?" Harry frowned confused pulling back.

"Sorry to break the reunion, but could you untie us please, there are more soldiers out there," Tormund grunted from beside Jon, however, when the elder brother turned to look at his friend he narrowed his eyes as he saw the appreciative look the redhead was giving his younger brother.

"We know," Harry smirked, but he took a knife from his belt and cut their bindings.

"We?" Jon frowned rubbing his sore wrists.

"My people and I. We have been watching you all day, they are attacking the other camps right now," Harry explained as he moved to free the rest of their people.

"Your people?" Jon muttered.

"Are you ok, did they hit you over the head? How do you two know each other?" Tormund asked.

"Jon is my brother," Harry smiled at Jon as he stood after freeing the last of Jon and Tormund's men, moving over to pat Nymeria and Cregan. "Northern people, we have made a home out here in the woods, men, women and children. We banded together when the Bolton's took over the North. The forest hides us and helps us," Harry patted a nearby tree.

"I have heard of forests such as this," Tormund nodded seriously, and a number of the Wildlings also nodded their understanding.

Cregan gave a soft woof, sitting up and tilting his head a few seconds before Nymeria also sat up. Jon breathed out a sigh of relief as Ghost padded into the clearing, only to be bowled over by an excited greeting by his brother and sister.

"Harry," Jon and Tormund went for their missing weapons, along with their people when several men seemed to appear from nowhere.

"It's ok," Harry assured them before turning to the new men. "The others?"

"All successful, all the camps have been taken down except for the largest," Jon recognised the man speaking, he was a Stark man, Andy if he wasn't wrong.

"Ok. Take them back to camp, I will join you when we are done," Harry nodded scooping up his cloak and fastening it back on.

"Harry!" Jon protested.

"I will join you back at camp, go with my men, you will be safe," Harry assured him.

"Be safe," Jon frowned not liking the idea of separating from his brother already.

Harry smiled at him, before to Jon's shock hopped onto the back of Cregan. The Direwolf stood to his full height before he crouched and took off through the forest with Harry on his back, Nymeria only a few steps behind.

"You can't do that," Tormund said appreciatively also watching Harry.

"Oh no you don't!" Jon glared at his friend.

"What?" Tormund grinned at him innocently as they started through the forest, following Harry's men.

"You know what, he's my brother, keep your grubby paws off!"

"You didn't tell me your brother was so pretty!" Tormund smirked.

"He has changed a lot," Jon said thoughtfully looking back over his shoulder to where Harry had disappeared into the forest.

Last time he had seen Harry had been when he had been heading to the Wall and Harry had been heading South with their Father, Sansa and Arya. Harry had always been quiet as a child, not interested in the normal Lordly things. Lady Stark had many times argued with their Father over what Harry would be when he grew up, Ned had been happy to see how Harry developed, Lady Stark had wanted him to be moulded into Robb's second in command as Warden of the North. Jon thought that was why Ned had taken Harry with him, to give him a little more time.

Last he had heard of Harry he had managed to escape from King's Landing around the time their father was executed, Arya too had disappeared around the same time, and no one knew what had happened to the two of them though there was a lot of money on their heads.

"Here we are," Andy said cheerfully breaking Jon from his thoughts making him realise he had been following along absently. "Home sweet home."

Jon had expected a small camp of people, instead, there seemed to be a large village worth of people here. Old, young, male, female. They had tents set up in neat rows, numerous fires were burning heating the area, and people were moving around busily in their everyday life, the sounds of things being made, the smells of foods being cooked, the sounds of people talking and laughing filled the area.

It was clear that people were living simply here, but there was a happiness and camaraderie that could be felt.

Jon and Tormund were seated in front of a fire, eating and drinking their fill when Harry walked into camp with Cregan and Nymeria either side of him and following behind was a crowd of laughing and chatting warriors, clearly, their battle had been successful.

Jon heard Tormund sucking in a deep breath beside him, and he turned to see bright blue eyes locked on Harry where he was laughing brightly with one of his warriors. Warriors who Jon noted included women.

"Eat and rest, you all did well today," Harry laughed patting a few of the warriors on the shoulders before he turned and scanned the crowd, his smile widening when he spotted Jon.

People parted to allow Harry through in a show of respect, but Harry had eyes only for his brother. Jon stood not really sure what to expect and was shocked when he was greeted with another hug. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Harry and hugged him close, closing his eyes as he relished having one of his siblings close by again.

"It is so good to see you," Harry pulled back with a bright smile.

"And I you," Jon looked him over. "You have changed so much!"

"It has been a long few years," Harry shrugged. "You have changed as well!"

"It has been a long few years," Jon grinned.

"Touche!" Harry grinned motioning for Jon to sit again, before he could, however, Tormund cleared his throat beside him, drawing the attention of both the Stark brothers.

"This is my friend Tormund, he…"

"Is one of the Free Folk," Harry said slightly surprised, eyeing the redhead in a way that Jon most definitely did not like and had said redhead puffing up a little. "You go to defend the Wall from them and end up bringing them over," Harry teased.

"They aren't the animals that they have been made out to be!" Jon scowled.

"Quite aware of that," Harry said softly but sharply, nodding over to one of the fires where Jon noted the furs of the Free Folk.

"Oh," He blushed slightly.

"Hmm," Harry grinned amusedly at him.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Tormund stepped closer, his eyes roving over Harry's body.

"Any friend of Jon's is a friend of mine," Harry was looking right back.

"So! How did you come to be here?" Jon said loudly, probably a little too loudly from the looks they received, as he stepped between his brother and his friend.

"That is a fairly simple story for complicated times," Harry snorted taking a seat in front of the fire. Tormund pouted a little when Jon quickly claimed the seat beside Harry, dropping down next to the fire and eyeing the raven-haired man from over the flames instead.

"Here," Jon passed Harry a wineskin.

"Thanks," Harry drained it before turning to Jon. "I escaped from King's Landing with some men still loyal to our family. We travelled around for a while, trying to make it back North to Robb, but the Lannisters were everywhere. We ended up with a travelling band from Bravvos and one of the men there taught me their water dance as we travelled. We made it back to the North after...after the Red Wedding, and as we travelled I found more and more Northmen who were running from the loss of the war. Eventually, we were a big enough group that we had to find somewhere to hide, we were too big to risk travelling around,"

Harry paused and looked around his people, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Everyone here is a true Northerner. We made it to this forest and realised that the Forest was helping us. We set up camp here, and as groups of us travelled around we brought more and more people back. Everyone here wants a free North and refuses to live under the order of the Boltons. They're bloody and vicious, cruel. We fight against them and the Lannisters when we can, but mainly my aim is to keep everyone safe here, anyone who needs somewhere safe is welcome here," Harry turned bright green eyes to Jon.

"I'm glad you're safe," Jon said softly.

"I'm glad you are too. I thought I would not get to see you again, what did you mean that you were murdered?" Harry asked, and suddenly it was Jon's turn to tell his story.

Tormund wandered through the camp, the fires were kept burning low by the watchmen who nodded to him as he passed their points, keeping a warmth going in the clearing for it's sleeping inhabitants.

He had to admit he was impressed with what Jon's pretty brother had set up here. A Clan much like that of his own people living off the land, protected by it. For the trees and Forest itself to protect Harry and his people the young man had to be a truly kind and blessed soul. The Elders spoke of those who were blessed by the Gods of the lands in their times of need. There were a few songs of such people that the Free Folk still sang.

Though Tormund would admit that his thoughts were not wholly on the fact that Harry was blessed. He was incredibly beautiful, delicate features could be male or female, his slight, lean figure was delicate but deadly as he had shown earlier in the day.

Tormund licked his lips as he thought about those fiery green eyes, that long black hair. It was a shame he was Jon's brother. If he were not Jon's brother Tormund would have gone the way of his people and pressed Harry against the nearest tree and fucked his brains out, especially as he was fairly sure that the younger man was interested in him as well.

But he was Jon's brother, and Tormund did not want to risk the good friendship and brotherhood that had formed between himself and Jon by trying something on with Harry. But by the Gods of the Lands did he want to.

Especially when he came across him almost completely naked and bathing in the damned hot springs that they had been informed surrounded the area.

Tormund groaned to himself as he stared at the view in front of him, licking his lips as he eyes roved every inch of that moonlit skin desperately trying to take everything in, and not being able to decide where he wanted to look.

Harry was standing in the middle of the steaming hot springs, his hair down and loose except for a few braids, he had on only white smalls that were wet and clinging to his skin, leaving very little to the imagination. Pretty scars that spoke of his skill and life as a warrior littered his body making him even more beautiful to the Free Man watching him.

And then the young man turned around and sparkling green eyes landed on him straight away. Tormund was shocked to find himself blushing at being caught staring at the younger man.

"We will get going," The soldiers who were also bathing off the blood and battle of the day waded out the hot springs, throwing smirks and leers at Harry who simply stood there smirking at Tormund.

"Are you not coming in?" Harry called softly once all the soldiers had left the area and Tormund was still standing there rooted to the spot, still staring.

"Not sure that's a good idea," Tormund grunted. He knew going by his previous thoughts that he should turn around and leave, however, he could not seem to get his legs to move.

Harry tilted his head like a little bird, or a wolf, his dark hair spilling over his milky skin and contrasting beautifully. "Why?"

"I think you're aware why not," Tormund said roughly.

The smirk he received told him that yes, Harry was quite aware of why not. And then he could not have held back his whine if he had tried when Harry stepped further back into the hot springs and the next thing his smalls were being slid off and thrown out the springs, giving Tormund a teasing glimpse of pale flesh and Harry's lower stomach.

"That isn't fair," Tormund whined and found his feet moving him closer without his permission.

"I brought two Direwolves to a sword fight, I don't play fair to get what I want," Harry shrugged.

"Jon…"

"I'm not particularly interested with having sex with my brother, and unless you two are fucking I'm not sure what he has to do with it," Harry challenged.

"He will be pissed," Tormund argued, but his voice sounded weak even to his own ears.

"I'm a big boy, I don't need my brother defending my virtue. But, if you aren't up to the job I am sure that there is someone in the camp who can help me out," Harry smirked at the annoyed snarl Tormund let out, his green eyes glittering dangerously and fey-like as he challenged the redhead.

"You're playing with fire boy," Tormund warned as he started peeling his furs off, slowly revealing his muscled form to Harry's eager eyes.

"Promises promises," Harry said breathlessly as Tormund's powerful chest, covered in red hair was revealed to his eyes. Tormund wanted to groan as the dark-haired imp sent to test him licked his lips hungrily as his eyes intently watched Tormund's fingers undoing the ties of his trousers.

"I don't speak shit," Tormund warned.

"You take your time though," Harry complained, his hand reaching under the water and moving in a way that left the Free Man in no doubt of what he was doing. He found himself stripping off his clothes quicker than he had ever done before and started wading into the warm water toward the other man.

It seemed Harry was not full of empty words either for as Tormund reached the fey he was greeted with welcoming arms, and even more welcoming lips. His legs wrapped tightly around Tormund's waist, trusting the much taller and broader man with his weight as he slipped his fingers into the other's red hair as he kissed Tormund sweetly and hotly, contrasting with the hard flesh he was pressing against Tormund's solid stomach.

"You're far too tempting," Tormund growled into Harry's mouth as they parted to pant gasping breaths of air against each other's lips. His hands cupped the firm, muscled globes of Harry's arse, his fingers stroking over the soft skin and delighting in the gasps and groans that he was able to pull from his soon to be lover.

"I could say the same for you," Harry laughed breathlessly against his lips in between increasingly hungry kisses.

It did not take long for the giant Free Man to have the young Stark pressed against the sloping bank of the hot springs and to be pressing himself into the warm, welcoming heat of Harry's body, the tight grip of Harry's entrance having him groaning as the beautiful young man rocked himself down onto the long, heavy erection spearing him open.

"You're hung like a fucking horse!" Harry whined, as his head tilted back exposing his pale throat to Tormund's delighted gaze and even happier lips.

"Are you complaining?" Tormund grunted as he started thrusting into Harry in heavy, hard thrusts, drawing whines and mewls from Harry's plush, red lips.

"Fuck no!" Harry panted wrapping his arms around Tormund's neck and to the redhead's increased pleasure used his legs around his waist to thrust himself down onto the flesh brushing against all of the best places inside of his body.

Tormund groaned out before attaching his lips to Harry's neck once again and thrust himself even deeper inside of Harry, the two of them losing themselves in the pleasure of each other's bodies.

"Seriously! Seriously!" Jon growled glaring at Tormund. The redhead blinked tiredly and confusedly at his friend. The ex-Crow looked pointedly at his younger brother who was standing close by talking to some of his men seriously.

It took Tormund a few moments to realise what his friend was talking about, and he could not resist smirking as he took in the red and purple love bites on Harry's neck. He grunted when he was smacked in the stomach, turning his eyes back to the now darkly glowering Jon Snow.

"You said you were bathing!" Jon growled.

"I was," Tormund could not resist smirking.

"Oh for...I bathed in those hot springs this morning!" Jon said disgustedly.

"Now now brother, they're free-flowing, all evidence of our coupling would have been washed away by this morning. Do not glower so," Harry laughed, appearing behind Jon and wrapped his arms around him in another hug.

"You're...you...he...it's…" Jon spluttered looking more and more angry.

"Now, Tormund did nothing that I did not want to do. He is not the first man I have slept with either,"

"That I did not want to hear," Tormund growled glaring at Harry who grinned impishly at him.

"Now now do not be jealous, you are the…"

"I don't want to hear anything more!" Jon yelped.

Harry laughed mischievously kissing Jon on the cheek before moving to kiss Tormund on the lips. He sat down in between the two of them and accepted the bowl of porridge his people were handing out.

Jon was shocked that none of the people around them were looking judgingly at Harry and Tormund's open affection. It was well known that men lay with men and women with women, but it was not something that was advertised and not something that you were open about. It was something that was done behind closed doors, and for the nobility such as Harry, if it was his preference, as it clearly was, he would have married and took a male lover.

"Why do you look so confused, brother?" Harry asked seeing Jon's expression, Tormund was just glad that he had stopped glaring at him.

"No one is...your affection is so open," Jon said softly.

"There is no judgement here," Andy said happily from his seat across the fire.

"It is the way we want it, and the way we have created it. There is no judgement on who you wish to lay with, or who you wish to love," Voron another of the old members of House Stark nodded.

"The people agreed. We have people who are wife and wife, and husband and husband, married in front of the weirwood trees," Andy nodded.

"We are a free people Jon, and that is how we intend to stay," Harry smiled softly. "This isn't temporary until the North wins the war. This is our home now,"

"But…"

"There are no Houses here, no divisions, we are simply of the North," Andy grinned happily and proudly, nodding to the flags with a single Weirwood leaf on them.

"I was a low bastard of my House, scorned and looked down upon by all my family, Harry has made it our law that no one is above or below anyone else because of their circumstance of birth, you stand where you can contribute to our home," Another man, Kelin, spoke with so much respect for Harry that it could clearly be seen and heard.

"I never agreed with how you were treated, how my Mother treated you. Again and again, I wished to speak up for you, every time you were pushed out of a banquet because you weren't one of us. You were as much one of us as myself, Robb, Bran or Rickon. I hated it. But I was not brave enough to speak up to her, I was too busy trying to avoid her own judgement on how I was not the second to Robb that she wanted me to be. I can start to make it right here though. There are no bastards, no Snows, here, everyone has the surname North if they so wish to take it," Harry explained.

"North?" Jon frowned.

"If you wish to keep your name then you can, no one is forced to lose their name to join us, there are some here still bearing the names of their Houses. But we have also decided that if you wish it, you can take the name North simply," Andy nodded.

"I will always love our House and be proud of where I came from, but I am Harry North,"

"A lot of us have taken on the name," Kelin nodded.

"Have you fucked him?" Tormund grunted suspiciously pointing at Kelin who blushed and spluttered while Harry grinned.

"I do like my partners jealous!" Harry kissed Tormund again before standing and clapping Jon on the shoulder.

"Have you?!" Tormund thundered.

"Oh well, off to work," Harry said brightly.

"Harry!" Tormund growled.

"Harry!" Kelin yelped as blue eyes turned to glare at him instead, along with Jon's suspicious glare.

"Harry!"Jon stood and chased after his laughing brother.