A/N: I realize that Daenerys doesn't get married to Drogo until 298 AC, but let's just say things picked up a bit quicker.
Lord Harry Peverell, Lord of Harrenhal and the Trident
Year 7: Day 197 - 297 AC
I haven't written in a while so I will give my future generations an update on your history.
Sometimes I am shocked by the drive of people. It has only been a few months since the arrival of the magicals from Britain, yet they continue to astound me. Their small town already has a 'Town Hall' building as well as a general store and healer's office. Each family unit has also been building their own houses with magic. It has really created a lot of differently designed buildings, reminding me of Britain.
They have also chosen a 'Mayor' for their town since I cannot focus all of my attention on their community, and it allows someone to distribute my aid. He is an older man, John Hammond, one I can work with. Avid supporter as well.
There were some that asked if we should create a bank, however I vetoed that idea for now. With my Kingdom providing raw materials, there really is no need for loans just yet. Perhaps in time, but with such a small town there is no need. Luckily, each person has brought the skills they had when they were in Britain. Wood craftsmen, plumbers, carpenters, warders, broom makers, cooks, farmers. Each with a skill necessary for a thriving community.
Magic continued to also allow the town to create amenities far in advance of their counterparts in Westeros. Raw copper can easily be turned into pipes with transfiguration and allows for in-house plumbing. A water tower for water pressure for the town and hot water heaters using rune schemes to heat the water inside. Roman style air conditioning using interior and exterior walls allows for better climate control in houses. The knowledge possessed here is immense and allows for better living conditions. Harrenhal only has these things in the castle, not for everyone.
Additionally, we have decided on a socialistic type of government for now with everyone being assigned jobs. For example, there are certain people that cook for everyone in the town at certain times while others' sole job is to cut wood or begin farming. I am having them not use money for now, everything is free. Even then, I am unsure how to introduce money into a closed off society anyway. They will have little interaction with the muggles, but I should probably use Westeros currency. I think I will just give a basic income at some point for about a year then just subsidize businesses until the economy is humming on its own. We shall see.
Most importantly to everyone, I have begun construction of a Hogwarts for the town. The muggles just believe it is a new keep, but I will include it in the wards of the town at some point and they will forget that it even exists. Truly, it is a near carbon copy of what most of the townsfolk remember of Hogwarts. We painstakingly went room by room designing it for accuracy. There were some that said we should just start again and design a new castle, but I felt a bit of home and nostalgia justified the expense and time required. Additionally, we have no idea how large the community will become. Every day the community grows with new magicals coming out of the Veil. It seems the government of Britain has taken a 'you and your whole family's approach to 'killing' my followers. I don't mean immediate family either, like extended family. Grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins. 10 or 15 people are sent through sometimes.
We placed the Veil in the center of our newly constructed town as a sort of shire and doorway. That way, if a person comes through, someone will likely see them and help them. Currently the town has grown to over 200 and continues. I'm expecting around two to three thousand when all is said and done. Sad because Britain believes they are killing these people but good for us, I guess.
There have been several of the younger followers, ones who do not have families approach me about creating a sort of 'Wizard Guard' for me. I feel that the Riverlands guards are good enough, but I see the benefit. Magic gives us a very high edge over the muggles, and I would be better protected.
Hedwig the Dragon continues to grow and soon I would likely not be able to hide her any longer. There have already been sightings around Harrenhal, but I have played these off as tricks of light or perhaps visions of the past from the God's Eye. I am lucky we are creating this hidden magical town as it will allow me to put her there to grow unimpeded. She's a very good girl also. Already knows how to breathe fire which is good.
My children continue to grow, blossoming into beautiful kids. James continues his studies with Arya while my other children are beginning to join them. Astoria is truly doing a great job educating them and the Longbottoms. I suspect that next year they will be attending school in the New Hogwarts building. Astoria will likely want to teach which I am fine with. She has mentioned also bringing children to the school on a daily basis as a primary type schooling before they turn eleven, something I support. While Harrenhal has come a long way in public education, literacy is less than 10 percent.
I am unsure if I am going to be able to use my children for political marriages as I planned to. With the introduction of a school, I may find that my kids already are dating or wish to marry a wizard rather than some muggle Lord. While it would be advantageous for political marriages, perhaps magic makes that moot. If I am able to level castles with spells, does it really matter if I have some highborn Lord's support? Plus, we will need to increase the magical population here rather than spread it outside. Additionally, the religion of the muggles, The Seven, kills those with powers so it would most likely be impossible to educate my grandchildren in magic... This is something I must consider for the future. At least the Tarly marriage is no longer needed.
Harrenhal's growth has stagnated at this time as the fourth largest city in Westeros behind King's Landing, Oldtown, and Lannisport. Although we continue to bleed King's Landing of peasants. I have been told that Flea Bottom and other low-income areas are mostly abandoned now due to them moving to Harrenhal for better opportunity. Plus, we have better sanitation and sewers. Crime remains low and the city watch remains firmly uncorruptible thanks to magic.
My banners also remain loyal as much as they can be. The Freys have been the most trouble even with old Walder under the imperious. His million children continue to get in trouble across the realm and cause problems. Maidenpool, since their rebellion has been upgraded and rebuilt for trade. Their taxes continue to support my public projects across the Riverlands and into the Crownlands.
The Crownlands are an interesting subject to say the least. Technically directly under the Crown, the Crownlands are vassals to House Baratheon of King's Landing. However, in practice, they are governed by the Hand of the King and whoever he appoints as "Master of the Crownlands". It makes their governance much easier for the Crown while still allowing them to have direct vassals. Now usually this position would be handled by some second or third son of some Lord the King wanted to please, however this task has fallen to me. By design and also by request.
Jon Arryn was becoming too busy with the Kingdom to continue being Master of the Crownlands as he had been. So, he asked me to do it as an ally. He also mentioned I could secure support from the Crownlands in the process, so thus, now I am "Lord Harry Peverell, Lord of Harrenhal and the Trident, Master of the Crownlands". It's becoming a mouthful.
Anyway, I have begun making inroads into the Crownlands. Constructing better roads and providing support for the Lords in the interest of increasing trade. The Lord of Duskendale was particularly keen on expanding trade with Essos, something I encouraged. I allowed him to take time and visit Essos, looking for items we could begin to trade with them for. Bring wealth here. He also had a spy tailing him, ensuring he was doing what he said he would do. I feel that in a few years, the Lords of the Crownlands will support me for the Throne. At least I support them rather than how they were ignored for the past two decades.
My plans to seize the Iron Throne are progressing moderately well, however I remain focused on the magicals right now.
Jon has been engaged to Margaery Tyrell and they have been touring the Dragonstone Island chain. Meeting the Lords and their families. I believe Jon remains loyal, especially with the compulsions I have placed on him and Margaery.
The Tyrell's have also remained loyal with Olenna pushing Mace for closer trading and ties. I have eased tariffs on their goods as they cross the Blackwater Rush over my bridge. Our problem remains that we both are heavily agriculture based, which by default limits our trade. It's a work in progress.
The Arryn's can now be considered to be full supporters. I was concerned with Lord Arryn's newly named Heir, but he was easily swayed to my side with promises of power and a quick spell. If need be, I can remove Lord Arryn and replace him with the heir at any time.
The Starks remain elusive. Edward is not a trusting man and I fear that even with Arya here it may not be enough. He is an honorable man and follows tradition. He would support whoever is next in line for the throne. Maybe that be Renly or someone else. Probably some other Stormlord related to the King. Dumbass. His son is not much better, Jon has told me. Regrettable.
I find it unlikely that Dorne will get involved much. The Martell family has suffered much in the past rebellion, and I would not inspire them to support me. I have no connection to them.
Stormlands: Some will follow Renly, others with defect. I have wealth...
Westerlands continue to be out. Maybe perhaps a deal could be reached with a traitorous bannerman, but I would need to crush Lord Tywin in the field and destroy his armies before they would even think about it.
Overall, all is going well...
Ser Jorah Mormont - Pentos, Essos
Jorah Mormont stood quietly waiting for his turn to present his gift to the newly married Daenerys Targaryen and Dothraki Khal Drogo. It was simple, a pair of books about Westeros. Behind him in line, Mopatis with his mysterious box. The man hadn't let anyone see it since its arrival from the far East and Jorah was interested to see it. Eventually, Jorah's time came, and he went through the motions. He presented the gifts to Daenerys and pledged his loyalty to her and her brother to bring them back to Westeros to reclaim their House's throne.
He stepped back and Mopatis had the box presented and it was discovered it contained three dragon eggs. Stone, the man said, but a reminder of the Targaryens. Jorah sat next to the newly named Khaleesi for the rest of the festivities, explaining Dothraki traditions to her. It really was sad how she was sold off in the end. He had spoken to Lord Peverell to see if there was anything he could do as he alluded to earlier, but the Lord had said that those plans fell through, and it was too dangerous for her to return to Westeros.
In the evening after the ceremonies, when most of the Dothraki had gone to sleep, Jorah took out his mysterious paper and began writing...
"Lord Peverell, I have news. The Targaryen girl has married the savage Khal. They intend to make their way to the Dothraki Holy City Vaes Dothrak. Perhaps after that they may begin to gather forces for an invasion of Westeros. Viserys remains impatient however and will continue to demand they invade now. The most interesting bit of information I have is that Daenerys was gifted three dragon eggs that are now fossilized. Targaryen gift indeed."
Within a few minutes his messages faded to nothing, and he waited for a reply. Truly it was not long before a black ink message weaved its way onto his paper...
*Ser Mormont - tell me more of these eggs. *
"There is nothing really to tell, my Lord. They are hard as rocks but all three are worth their weight is gold as fossils."
*I see. This changes things Ser Mormont. I am altering our deal. You will steal the three eggs and bring them to me. All you must do it grab all three eggs, either in your hands or in a satchel, and hold this paper while saying 'Got to go, bitch.' This will transport you to me using the same magic I have used to travel to you before. You must trust me, Jorah for this plan to work...*
"I won't be able to spy anymore, my Lord."
*It is no loss. The Eggs are worth more to me. If you do this, I will ensure your pardon by the King and will give you riches beyond your wildest dreams. Act quickly, Set Mormont. *
Three Days Later...
Harry was eating dinner with his family in the small dining room in Harrenhal, listening to his youngest son explain something about a squirrel or fox or some small animal he had seen. To Harry, the child's explanation of "small, brown animal that I saw from my room" "and "it was cute" wasn't ringing a bell.
The day had been fairly quiet with just a few issues to address in the castle. New Hogwarts and the Wizarding town, now named "Harry's Hollow", were shaping up nicely. Some farmers had complained that someone had stolen two cows and a knight was asking for some land to build a home on. Easy day overall.
As the talk of animals continued, Harry felt a slight prickle on his skin. Turning to Astoria, he frowned, "I've been betrayed." Harry excused himself from the table of his now bickering children, walking to the Great Hall.
When he entered, there were four guards. Two Riverlands guards at the main entrance, armed with swords and shields, and two men in black and red cloaks standing on opposite sides of his chair. As Harry entered, he pointed to the cloaked figures, "You two, with me." They dutifully nodded, following their Lord to the Stewards apartments.
It took only a moment before Harry knocked on the Longbottoms door, Neville having returned from Dragonstone only a week ago. The door opened a minute later, revealing a slightly disheveled Susan.
"Hi Harry, what's up?" Susan asked, with a voice that was obviously forced to be happy.
"I just need to borrow your husband for like three hours?" Harry asked, walking on eggshells.
"Really?" she sighed, "He is putting the children to bed. Can we have a few minutes?"
"Sure, do you need any help?"
"Definitely not from Uncle Harry. If you came in, they would immediately become excited and wouldn't go to bed." Susan chuckled, "Give us like an hour?" Harry nodded and returned to his family to finish up dinner and put his kids to bed as well. He let the two guards go back to what we they do when not actually guarding him since he would have to wait anyway.
It was a little over an hour and a half when Neville knocked on Harry's chamber door. Harry had actually fallen asleep with his youngest daughter in his lap while he was reading her a story. It was cute to be honest. As he awoke, he gently lifted her into her bed and exited the room to speak with Neville.
"So, what's up?" Neville asked, taking a seat across from Harry in his office.
"Jorah Mormont has betrayed us. I felt my compulsions on him break a couple hours ago. I suspect he has told the Targaryen girl of my mission for him." Harry responded, taking out the small note that he uses to communicate with the Knight, "I gave him the task three days ago and he had yet to deliver. I see why now."
"I remember you saying something about the three dragon eggs." Neville said, "Would have been nice for our cause. At least, to get them out of her hands."
Harry nodded ruefully, "Indeed. If she were to somehow hatch them, they could become a real problem."
"So, what do you want to do about it?"
"She's been tipped off. That chest will have 24-hour guards." Harry said angrily.
"We do have magic..." Neville replied, flicking his wand between his fingers.
"What do you suggest?"
"I say we make an example of that Northern bastard and steal the eggs while we are at it. Portkey over there and cause some havoc. Let that Targaryen bitch know who she is messing with." Neville smirked, looking over at Harry's cloak, "You can use your cloak to capture Mormont and I can use the disillusionment charm to steal the eggs."
"Okay, let's do it." Harry said, pushing up from the desk and grabbing his cloak and a piece of paper from his desk. A quick portkey spell and the two were whisked away to Vaes Dothrak.
Thirty seconds later the pair of wizards found themselves outside the Dothraki 'Holy City'. Seemed like a dump to Harry but to each their own.
"How are you going to find the targets?" Harry asked, not really thinking through this plan.
"Point me spell, easy..." Neville held his wand out and said, "Point me, Dragon Eggs." A second later his wand pointed in the direction of the eggs. Harry nodded and threw his cloak over him while casting the spell to find the traitor.
It was a quick walk to the tent where the point me spell lead. Harry had walked around the tent once just to make sure it was right, and the spell had stayed pointing at it, so Harry knew he was in the right place. He quietly slipped into the tent from the slightly ajar door and found Ser Jorah Mormont sleeping.
Harry silently crept up to the bed, his wand pointing at the figure. When he got close enough and leaned down, he revealed his wand and his head from underneath the cloak. He took the top of the Elder Wand and touched Jorah's forehead. This, however, resulted in the man opening his eyes.
"My Lord?" Jorah began, looking at the floating head of Lord Peverell.
"Tell me, Ser Jorah... Do you get off betraying Westeros?" Harry asked dangerously, his eyes flickering red before the wand glowed to life. Stupefy, Harry cast, knocking out the man. Harry then grabbed the man's arm and apparated away to the small clearing Neville and Harry were in a moment before.
It was several minutes before Neville appeared, clutching only a single black dragon egg.
"What happened?" Harry asked, obviously referring to the missing two eggs.
"It appears that when Ser Mormont there tipped off the Targaryens, they decided to hide the eggs in three different locations. I found this one buried three feet down... Guarded by four warriors that I had to kill. The alarm was raised, and I could only get this one." Neville explained angrily, his part of the plan had been a near complete disaster. He was lucky to get one egg, even with magic on his side.
"Regrettable. If our friend here hadn't betrayed us, we would have had three..." Harry replied, pointing at the unconscious body of Mormont, "Put up a silencing ward, I wish to handle this here." Neville obeyed quickly, preventing anyone from hearing what was happening within the wards while also casting a cloaking spell to hide them. Harry conjured a chair and levitated the Knight onto it, quickly tying the man to it with ropes.
"Evenerate. What do you have to say for yourself, Mormont? Betrayal of one such as myself is a dangerous game..." Harry said, walking around the now conscious man. The man seemed confused at his surroundings but soon understood his predicament.
"Lord Peverell..." Jorah began, defiance in his voice, "I broke your sorcery on me. I knew I needed to protect Daenerys and you just wanted to destroy her and take her eggs."
"So, you decided to betray me, tell her of my plans? Perhaps I would have let it slide if you had just kept quiet. I understand changing alliances. More than you know." Harry replied, "Was it love, Ser Mormont? The Targaryen girl is pretty... But she would never go for an old man like you, she needs alliances not love." Harry kept going, trying to upset Jorah.
The man just sneered, "You know nothing about me. I serve my Queen because she can lead us to a better future."
"You actually believe that? She is the wife of a fucking savage and the queen of horde of rapists. She will bring nothing but war to Westeros or wherever else she goes. No one will bow to a woman with a band of foreigners supporting her." Harry replied, kind of surprised by the man's conviction, "What of the Mad King reborn? Do you not serve him? He is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne."
"Prince Viserys was killed by Khal Drogo for attempting to injure the Queen."
"Of course, he was. Like I said, savages." Harry rolled his eyes and turned to the egg Neville had placed on the ground., "You'll be happy to know that you saved two of the eggs. We only captured one."
"Good. Two more things to deny you, even if they are just stone." Jorah responded, chuckling.
"Tell me, Ser Jorah. What are the plans of the Khal and his whore? Do they plan to cross the narrow sea anytime soon?"
Jorah seemed to clam up at that statement. Anybody could tell the actual interrogation had started.
"Terrible that. You should have just told me. This will be much more painful for you now..." Harry's irises turned a deep red as he spoke.
Jorah looked up and paled at the man standing over him, "I will never tell you anything."
"Oh, but you will. You will spill every secret you ever had to me..." Harry said, in a sort of dark and foreboding way as the Elder Wand shot into his hand and a blood red spell snaked out at Jorah with mind numbing speed. When it impacted, Jorah let out a blood cuddling scream. To the man now writhing against the ropes and chair, it felt as if his nerves were on fire and burning him from the inside.
Harry held the spell for a moment before releasing it, "Tell me, Ser Mormont. What are their plans?" Harry said, walking around Jorah like a tiger circles his prey, "How big is their army?"
Jorah breathed heavily, his head slumping down. He was shocked by the pain he had just experienced. It was worse than anything he could have imagined. What kind of demonry was this? What had he gotten himself into? Jorah hoarsely responded, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Harry chuckled evilly, "I highly doubt that Ser. You were her closest advisor. Now she has no one. All alone..." He stood in front of him and conjured an arrow before banishing it into his right shoulder. The man yelled in pain as it impacted with tremendous force, burying it deep into his flesh.
Harry let the man suffer for a moment before approaching and grabbing the arrow. With a slower than necessary pull, Harry yanked the arrow from the flesh of the man and tossed it to the floor. Jorah let out another scream as the arrow ripped the muscle and skin again.
"The human body is a remarkable organism. If I were to help you, that wound would easily heal. However, since you betrayed me. I don't think I will... Now, I ask again: what are her plans?" Harry said again, staring at the now bleeding man. When Jorah didn't say anything another bolt of crimson spells shot out of Harry's wand, causing Jorah to scream once again.
He held it longer the second time, only letting up after 30 seconds. For Jorah, it truly felt like an eternity. It took a minute for the knight to recover, but when he did, he spoke, "I will never submit."
"Ah, your defiant phase..." Harry smirked and he leaned down towards Jorah, "Everyone is defiant... until they beg for death." Jorah glared right back and steeled himself. He summoned all of his power and energy left in his body and thrashed against the binds, loosening them a slight bit.
"Nice try, Ser Mormont. Plan to escape like a child?" Harry said, looking at the still bound man.
"What then? I'm never going to submit..." Jorah asked, coughing up more blood from the curse.
"We shall try a different route. One far simpler." Harry said, pointing his wand at the man's head, "Legilimens".
Khaleesi Daenerys Targaryen - Vaes Dothrak
Dany awoke quickly after being jostled by one of her servants. They told her something was wrong with Jorah the Andal, thus she ran out of her tent into the bustle of the 'city'. The servant was pulling her, so Dany soon found herself running through the camp towards whatever the problem was. As they seemingly got closer, Dany realized this was near where they hid one of her dragon eggs.
When they finally arrived, Dany was horrified by the sight. First of all, there was a large hole in the ground with an open chest at the bottom. Obviously, one of her eggs had been found and looted. But what was even more terrifying was the cross right behind the hole.
Jorah Mormont, the former head of House Mormont and disgraced Knight who was banished from Westeros for slavery, was crucified on a cross made of a deep red wood. Wood only found in Westeros... His arms, nailed to the cross bar. His feet nailed to the main pole. He had been dead for a few hours by the looks of it, but truly he looked normal beyond a wound to his shoulder.
Above his head was some sort of symbol, a triangle with a circle inside of it with a line bisecting the circle, and simple line in High Valyrian: Va moriot naejot Nāpāstres. Thus always to Traitors.
She had another enemy, one far more powerful and dangerous if they could string up Jorah in the Dothraki Holy City.
"Get him down," Dany commanded before walking off to mourn her friend and also the loss of her egg.
Lord Harry Peverell, Lord of Harrenhal and the Trident
Year 7: Day 201 - 297 AC
Jorah Mormont, the disgraced heir to Bear Island, was truly a fool. He loved Daenerys Targaryen while she obviously just appreciated his support. He brought no armies, no supporters… Nothing to reclaim the Iron Throne.
I discovered that by destroying his mind. Her plan, and the plan of her now dead brother Viserys, was to use the Dothraki horde that she had married into as an army to cross the narrow sea. In some ways it was courageous, but its other ways in was naïve. Taking any force, certainly anyone as large as a Dothraki horde, across the sea was a daring plan and one that could succeed if you had enough transports. However, that is where the intelligence of the plan ended.
Viserys, and by extension Daenerys, had been lied to about the state of Westeros. Told that the peasants drank secret toasts to their health and yearned for their return. Certainly, one could say the Realm was better run under the Targaryens, however that matters little to the peasants. I think they would rather just not have a war rather than having the Targaryens back. So, there would be no popular peasant uprising in support of her.
The one thing that would help her would be Dorne and their bitterness towards the Realm. Hopefully future generations are aware of the facts, but I'll summarize:
Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen kidnaps/falls in love with Lyanna Stark – Starks come to King's Landing to demand she come back and marry Robert Baratheon
Mad King Aerys kills Stark folks – Robert's Rebellion
Crown Prince Rhaegar killed on the Trident at the Ruby Ford by Robert – Beginning of the end.
Tywin Lannister betrays Targaryens, sacks King's Landing – Crown Prince Rheagar's wife, Elia Martell and his two children are killed.
End of Robert's Rebellion – Dorne is bitter and angry that Elia Martell was killed.
So, back to the Targaryens and how Dorne would support them. I would guess that she would land somewhere in Dorne, most likely near Sunspear to consolidate her forces. The Tyrells and Stormlords would remain loyal, so she would have to cross the Dornish mountains contested. Bad terrain for horsemen that rely on speed. If she made it past there, it would just be a slog to King's Landing. Either having to siege every castle along the road or bypass them all to get to King's Landing. By then, her army is a shadow of itself.
Don't get me wrong though, it could be done. But it requires everything to go perfectly for her and for Westeros to make every wrong decision. Or perhaps she could use one of her dragon eggs to get a dragon like Aegon. That might work…