HARRY POTTER AND SKYFALL
I decided to do a crossover between Harry Potter and ASOIAF. The owners of all the rights are JK Rowling and GRR Martin. Some rights have been sold to Warner Bros Discovery. I don't own any rights. I'm just playing in their universes. I do own this story and the OCs I create. It's going to be AU pretty much from the get go.
Harry lay in bed. This did not happen often as the younger boys had chores to do. Harry remembered when Hermione had given him a bottle of Polyjuice that would turn him into Ron Weasley. He'd been dumb enough to ask Hermione Granger why she had given him Polyjuice. Harry had no interest in becoming Ron Weasley at all. Hermione had said that Ron had become Harry. Harry remembered the disastrous journey to 12 Grimmauld Place, by broom, that had cost Mad-Eye Moody and Hedwig their lives. Harry had pointed out that she had become him, as well. Hermione had blushed. She'd blushed even more when he'd asked her if she had checked him out. Hermione explained that she wanted to have sex with Harry. She had got exasperated that Harry had not seen that, if she had to provide a memory, she'd wanted it to show her having sex with Ron. Harry had laughed. Rose had been the result of that tryst. Hugo had followed a couple of years later. Another Polyjuice session.
Harry had become Head of the DMLE in 2008 and, after returning from maternity leave, Hermione had become Head Auror working under him. Ron had left the Aurors. So had Neville and Hannah Longbottom. They had returned to Hogwarts as Professors. Neville had been a good Headmaster. He'd retired in 2040 to spend more time with his wife and family.
Ron had celebrated Hermione's defeat in the 2040 election for Minister with a huge party. His heart had given way and he had died. Natural justice had overtaken him sooner than Harry's would have. The Weasley's had been numerous in Harry's generation. Charlie and George did not father any children. Fred had died at the Battle of Hogwarts before he could have the chance. Ginny had had James, Albus and Lily. Harry knew Albus and Lily were not his, but he'd really got on well with Lily. Ron thought Rose and Hugo were his. Rose had married Scorpius Malfoy. Bill had fathered Victoire who had married Teddy Lupin. He'd changed his name to Weasley and their eldest had become Lord Weasley. This had been much to Ron's chagrin as he held that it should have been Hugo, as he was the only male born in the next generation, before James Potter, of course.
2001 had been ushered in with huge parties across magical Britain. The second wizarding war had been firmly put behind them. For Harry Potter, the threat made by the Goblins to confiscate 90% of the Potter assets in Gringotts on his 21st birthday, had spurred him onto desperate actions. No appeals from Kingsley, the Minister. Harry had learnt what was in there from the ghost of Charlus Potter whom Harry had summoned using the Resurrection Stone. There was no way Harry was allowing the Goblins to get their hands on Time Machines.
Hagrid had told Harry that beneath London the Goblins lived in an area that was 100 miles by 100 miles by 100 miles. Harry had found a spell created by Merlin that would destroy the Goblins. There were around 8 billion Goblins. From a mile down to the 100 mile depth, Harry would cause a collapse that would bury alive every Goblin there. Genocide or a world at the mercy of Goblins was a choice of the lesser evil. Harry chose to spare the World from the Goblin menace. In a cubic square mile, the Goblin survivors numbered around 8000. 2000 heavily armed and armoured Dwarves had stormed Gringotts. The Dwarves had recaptured Gringotts and no full born Goblins had been left alive.
Harry had not cast magic for months afterwards. It had not really impacted his final year Auror test and training that had taken place in the Muggle world. Harry had then realised that you do what you have to do, not what you want to do. Harry did not do things by halves. He never had. He had never extended mercy to anyone. Vernon and Petunia had earned his forgiveness for loving Dudley's magical daughter as much as they had his non-magical daughter. Harry had told them that if they showed her love, she'd show them love and they would never need to fear her. Draco Malfoy had been an acquaintance. They'd never been friends, but they had stopped being enemies. Narcissa had proved invaluable when it had come to helping raise Teddy. Teddy had been the rapprochement between the two sisters.
The Goblins had stepped outside the bounds of reasonableness. They had met the implacable Harry Potter. So had every other enemy over the years. Even those made after Harry became Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump. There were those detractors who denounced Harry as a murderer. They found out that Lord Potter was not a man to be crossed. Harry was the Master of Death for a reason.
Here, in Westeros, Harry was an 8-year-old boy receiving an education that was the best that country had to offer. He could not have found tutors to provide him with better. Harry had made friends. That was different to the last time he'd been this age.
Harys looked after 19 other boys. The Maesters did not educate girls. The boys were all still alive and progressing well in their studies. This attracted attention from senior Maesters. By age 8 the classes tended to have lost half their number. Harys was doing the motherlode, as it was called of all the links taught in the castle. Harys had also done the Faith of the Seven with a previous Head Septon. He was also in high demand for writing lessons. Harry was rather taken aback by this development considering the spidercrawl, Hermione had characterised his writing. She had not been wrong. Harry could write very neatly, as the notes he had taken for Hermione whilst she'd been petrified proved. He was using his neatest writing.
Harys had come to the attention of Lord Hightower. The man approached the Maesters to use Harys as a companion for Malora the Mad. The Maesters, thinking that this would prove a deadly task for Harys, approved the request. Harys got a yearly grant of clothing out of the job and at the end of the task would receive 3 gold dragons. The Maesters would receive 1 for providing Harys with his education. Harry was happy about that.
Harry's first visit to Malora proved how troubling her condition was. Harry cleaned up around the woman. Unlike others who had cared for her, Malora did not attack Harys. Back at the castle, Harry had to help the 4 younger classes as well as those who had taken over the writing job from him. Harry showed them how to write the letters and how to talk to the birds that carried them. He found that he had to repeat fewer and fewer letters. The senior Maesters had to acknowledge that Harys was a brilliant educator. That he taught the boys around him and below him on trips out of the castle, their actual lessons were not something any of them wanted to publicise.
Senior Maesters, the ArchMaesters, heard Harys referring to the Citadel as the castle and did not know the reason. They had no knowledge of Hogwarts, where Harry Potter had spent so much of his life, teaching.
After about a month of looking after Malora, Harry worked out that she was an avatar of the Drowned God, courtesy of reading the Book that was on the lectern in the room in which she was kept. Harry talked to her about life and how she should not be afraid. The Hightowers noticed that Malora became far less prone to attack people. They congratulated themselves on choosing Harys. They saw Harry's impressive set of links and would ask for Harry's advice on things, much to the annoyance of the Maester assigned to them. Harry did his best to keep his answers to those that an eight-year-old would give.
Harry did get Malora a new wardrobe, fresh bedding and an actual wardrobe to store her clothes in. Harry helped the maids assigned to her. He managed to stop the medication Malora had been forced to take and managed to remove the Septa who berated her for forsaking the Faith of the Seven. Harry was able to persuade the Hightowers not to punish Malora for being a follower of the Drowned God. Not for one minute did Harry believe the Ironborn were following the Drowned God. He was not able to persuade the Hightowers to allow a priest of the Drowned God talk to Malora.
Harry started to take Malora on tours around her family home before she'd read the Book. One day, Harry decided to reveal part of who he was to the Drowned God, and Malora.
Harry made sure they were alone and not being overheard.
"Lady Malora, I am on a mission for one of the Seven. For Death. He needed someone to help with the situation in Westeros and I got volunteered. When I have finished here, I will go somewhere else on another mission.
You, Lady, have been selected by the Drowned God to perform a mission for him. Once you've done that, you'll walk into the water and dwell with him, until he has another mission for you. You are His vessel and are essentially immortal."
Malora almost looked normal. She had almost been shocked into returning to sanity.
"Now Gods forget how fragile we are. Your mind has become unbalanced. I can help you regain control so you can read the Book. It's your instructions. I have some skills in the Mind Arts that can help you be able to do that."
Malora nodded. Harry had considerable skill with Mind Arts. Putting Malora's mind back together was not within his skillset. A God had wrecked it and it would take that God to put it back together. Harry saw that another God had decided to do something about the situation that would arise in Westeros. Malora needed to be able to read the Book. It was in a dialect of Ironborn that Harry had to muddle his way through. Harry would have to find a priest of the Drowned God in Oldtown, knowing that the man or woman was most likely a spy.
It took Harry a couple of months to find a tavern on the docks where a woman named Yisha was known to spend time. She was definitely an Ironborn. Harry did some freelance letter writing to raise the coin for a couple of mugs of beer. He wouldn't be drinking any. He found Yisha seated at a corner table, being as inobtrusive as possible. Harry approached bearing his gifts of mugs of beers and put them on the table in front of Yisha.
"Welcome Yisha, Priestess of the Drowned God." Harry kept his voice down. "I have a favour in need to ask. I am Harys, a Maester in training. I look after Lady Malora Hightower. She is an avatar of the Drowned God. Since I cannot persuade the Hightowers to let a Priest of the Drowned God teach her what she needs to know, I need to learn your sacred language so that I can teach her the language to read the Book she has to read."
"Two mugs of beer, Harys Maester in training, does not buy you that," Yisha snorted.
"I shall be here this time, next Sunday. I expect the Drowned God will have spoken with you, by then." Harry just got up and left.
The following week, Harry presented Yisha with another two mugs of beer.
"The Drowned God spoke with me and told me to teach you, without charge. We'll meet at my digs. You're not to tell anyone where I am," Yisha said.
"When," Harry asked.
"Next Sunday at lunch."
"I can cook for you," Harry said. Yisha looked surprised. Harry was not surprised an Ironborn did not want to be traced, a year after the Greyjoy rebellion. Harry did not doubt that the Ironborn would receive information that would directly lead to the situation Malora was assigned to deal with.
Harry would spend his lunchtime on Sundays with Yisha. She would teach him the language and he would cook for her. She ate well. Harry kept up his letter writing and talking to the birds. He thought he got a good deal. What he learned, he taught Malora.
Harys learned from his own researches that the Hightowers had a lot more Gardener blood in them than the Tyrells had in them. The Tyrells had the backing of the Targaryens. The Hightowers had never really backed the Dragon Lords. The Tyrells were more respected in the Reach than the Tullys were in The Riverlands. The Tullys were Targaryen lackeys who benefitted from the rebirth of the Riverlands from Ironborn rule that had lasted a century.
Rebellion was an art form in the Riverlands. Perfected under Ironborn rule, continued through the rule of the Tullys. To weak to remove the Houses that rebelled, they were figureheads and nothing more. Harys knew that Robert Baratheon's three illegitimate children were, in fact, the result of incest between his Queen Cersei and her twin brother and Chief Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister. Robert, the Fat King, was a Lannister puppet. He was dead, should he ever try to be a real king. Harry could only listen to the views of those in Oldtown. There was grudging respect for the Lannisters and the power wielded by Lord Tywin. Harry hoped he would not be assigned to them.
Harry met up with the Cinnamon Wind and its crew, whenever she was docked in Oldtown. There were ships from all over the world that docked at the port, selling their wares. Even ships from the only true city in the north, White Harbour. They traded wool. This was refined in Oldtown and turned into woollen garments that were sent back north for sale. Harry suggested that Captain Quhuru Mo get involved in the wooltrade. The Captain said he'd give it a shot.
Harry did not have that many friends outside of the Citadel. One, about his own age was apprenticed to a producer of clothing made from the wool that came in. His name was Sinda. Harry quickly judged that he was not well treated by his Master or his family. Harry could sympathise as the boy told him about the conditions he was growing up in. It reminded him all too much of the Dursleys. Sinda was fun.
Harry really liked the life he had now. He missed Ashara, his mother here. He was sure she was alive, somewhere. He did not want to think of losing two mothers before he could get to know them. He'd had Ashara in his life for four years, so he had memories of her. He kept them fresh. He'd not lose them, as they were all he had, other than the letter confirming his legitimacy and father. Harry feared that he'd forget Ashara.
As the years passed, Harry's talents grew. With his growing skill in using greensight to both past and future, Harry could see many things. He could push his legitimacy as a Stark and end up in a nameless grave. He would not be doing that. Harry was alarmed when he saw himself being kicked out of the Citadel. It was his home. He saw himself becoming an Archmaester, but he knew that would never be possible. Harry had to prepare for the day he left this castle. He continued to study the North. He had to look into his Dorne heritage, as well. The Daynes had kept themselves out of the Citadel's records. They did not employ a Maester. They were the only noble (royal) family to not sign up to the Night's Watch accord 6 or 8000 years previously. Harry wondered why.
His friendship with Sinda benefitted them both. Sinda learnt things he would never have learnt otherwise. He always called Harys, Lord Harys. They joked about that. The family Sinda worked for could not stop the pair from meeting. They dared not. Harry suspected that cost Sinda more bad treatment, when he was out of sight. The problem was that the family was well respected. Their employment of Sinda was regarded as a kindness. In short, no complaint Harry could make would be listened to, seriously. Even after all this time, Harry missed Sirius. He thought Sinda was very much like Sirius.
Harry missed Remus, too, though to a lesser extent. Teddy was his godson, after all. He'd become Lord Weasley after Bill passed, thanks to his marriage to Victoria Weasley. Arthur had not got over the shock of Fred dying in the battle of Hogwarts and learning that Molly had used Amortentia on him. Molly spent her last days in Azkaban.
George and Charlie never married. George died inside with the death of his twin. Ron had left the Auror Corps in 2008 and took over the business, making himself exceedingly wealthy and fat. Ron and Hermione had married. Ron never tired of shoving that in Harry's face. Harry had refrained from pointing out that Rose and Hugh were both Potters. On Ron's 60th birthday, Ron was boasting as usual, when Rose told him about her being a Potter. Ron had had a heart attack. Died on the spot. Hugh took over the business.
Harry had married Ginny Weasley. James and Lily Luna were his. He never did find out who Albus Severus' father was. Albus' name had been Ginny's idea. The year Albus started Hogwarts, Ginny had been killed in a freak quidditch accident. Beaters for the Chudley Cannons had sent bludgers at her from both sides and she had been struck by both balls and died from head injuries. When Albus reached 17, he changed his name and vanished. Harry never found him again. Harry did receive cards occasionally from him; never enough detail to trace him.
Harry turned 12. All his class of 20 had succeeded in each gaining at least five links to level 3. This was the first in many, many years. Harry then had the glass candle test to become a Maester. He succeeded in lighting the candle using his magic. This was the wrong thing to do. He was expelled from the Citadel.
The Hightowers had gifted him clothes, armour, sword, dagger, shield, bow and a quiver full of arrows. Harry did not get to say thank you. Fortunately, the male officers of the Cinnamon Wind arrived to help Harry cart his stuff to their ship. Marwyn the Mage also helped. He was travelling on board ship with his destination being Braavos. He'd explained that he'd lit the candle, too, but had taken another glass candle in with him and had not been caught. Harry had laughed. Harry had a Summer Island bow and a quiver full of their arrows as a gift from the crew of the Cinnamon Wind. This Harry was a shade under 6 feet tall and muscular from all the work on his forge.
Harry pitched in on the voyage north. Marwyn was impressed. He talked with Harry about dark magic of the God R'hllor whose Red Priests were all slaves, who could raise the dead back to life and served the Light. Harry wrote a letter to the Hightowers thanking them and explaining what had happened. He wrote a letter to Malora in the language of the Priests of the Drowned God. The Captain promised to deliver both, next time he was in Oldtown. Harry also asked the Captain to bring Sinda to him, if he needed transportation. The Captain agreed to that request, as well.
Harry felt relieved to be in White Harbour. It was one thing to study a place. It was quite another to be in it and smell the place. He thought he could do something about how it smelt. It was just a case of getting to see Lord Wyman Manderly. Simple.
Harry took lodgings in a dingy, cheap place, the Scarred Crow, just off the docks. He would pay using his skills as a letter writer. As it happened, on his second night there, a man introduced himself as Ser Serros who had a business proposition. For a gold coin, he'd throw in his estate and a cart with a horse. Harry took the deal. Ser Serros laughed. A sucker was born every day. The next day, Harry loaded his possession on his cart and went north. The estate house was not too far from the border with the Dreadfort's possession. The unofficial border that is. The house was rather run down. Harry wondered how many times Ser Serros had run this scam. Harry was where he needed to be. There was a forge and anvil. Some work and it would be as good as new. The house was structurally sound. The roof needed work. There were even some potatoes that he could plant. There were sheep that ignored Harry's attempts to round them up. Harry would need a sheepdog. One turned up on his doorstep. It was limping. Harry fixed the broken bone and splinted it.
Harry took stock. It cost 4 pennies, 1 groat to pay for his lodgings a week. Another groat for food for a week. The dog would cost 2 groats to treat. It would cost 10 groats to buy the material to fix his roof. Hiring 5 roofers for a day would also cost 10 groats. Another groat to feed the dog for a week. Harry charged a groat to wite a letter. Harry reckoned he could write maybe 30 letters a day. So he would go back to White Harbour, write the letters, buy his materials and hire the roofers. Then it would take time to get to his estate the next day and do the work.
Harry thought it would work. That's what he did. He was slightly troubled that he could hire 5 roofers so easily. He loaded his cart with the material and the group headed out to his estate. He heard just how many times Ser Serros had sold his estate and bought it back for much less after whoever bought it could not make it work. It was one of 13 estates on the Barony of Favre, abandoned due to raids from Dreadfort. The area was one Lord Roose Bolton had wanted to buy from Lord Manderly. He'd been turned down, obviously.
His house had a proper roof. Harry was happy. Harry had a proper plan to develop his house and the Manor complex. He knew what he wanted for his garden. He knew that 1 man could farm about 10 acres. 9 acres of potatoes and 1 of vegetables. He'd collect rainwater from the roof to irrigate the vegetables. Harry had been more than a little surprised to find potatoes. He reckoned they were a gift from Death. The plan did include a Temple area for the Seven and a shack for the Old Gods. He'd have planted a weirwood, if there were seeds nearby.
Harry was out surveying his estate lands, when he was attacked by 5 knights. That cost him 6 arrows from his Summer Island arrows. They were not reuseable. Harry made a note to get his forge going. That was six horses for the heavy plough that Harry had yet to make or buy. Harry got 4 gold for each set of armour and weapons. 20 gold dragons made Harry very well off, for a small folk.
Before that opportunity could arise. Oh that was for getting people to work for Harry Potter or Harys as he was known here. It was the next Saturday that Harry was in the Scarred Crow enjoying the witty repartee, when some tall rich dude walked in. Harry thought he was celebrating being 18 and was somebody. He thought he was something, because he started manhandling the female servitors and guests. There, in the corner, was an adult female and her much younger sister. This younger sister dyed her hair green. Harry had had his fill of the new young adult's antics.
"Oh, sunbeam, stop harassing the females in this bar and leave."
"Who do you think, you are, yokel?" The youth laughed.
"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE," Harry said. The youth went for his sword. Harry's dagger sheathed itself in his throat. Harry withdrew it and dried it on the man's expensive doublet.
"Do you two ladies have somewhere you need to be? I'll escort you."
"The younger of the two responded, "We do. We'd like you to escort us." Her sister looked askance, but did not stop Harry escorting them out. They lead Harry towards the palace. Harry had his suspicions about who they were.
"As to who you two are, I have my suspicions. The Faith tends to be overly restrictive on what well born young woman may do. That leads said young women to do things that are not exactly wise. Like visiting a tavern frequented by dockhands and sailors and well born young men out to have some fun. For them that is, not women like you. That business is going to have repercussions for me. It would be best if you told someone you trust in authority that he tried to draw on me first and what you were doing there. People not remembering that you were there is for the best."
"Who are you?" the elder sister asked.
"Harys. I've not been in White Harbour long. I arrived on the Cinnamon Wind."
"What's the ship to you?" the elder sister asked again.
"It's where I was born. I check in with the crew whenever the ship makes my port. They're sort of my surrogate family."
The trio reached the gate the women had left from. It was now locked. Harry opened it using magic. The two slipped inside and locked it again. Harry turned away and went back to the Scarred Crow.
The two sisters, Wynafryd and Wylla Manderly, went to their grandfather's study. Harys was right about them. Right about why they were in a seedy tavern. Lord Wyman seemed to know they were out. He was more interested in how they got back in. He listened to their tale. Unlike his granddaughters, he knew whom Harys had killed. Ramsay Snow, revealed as Ramsay Bolton. That had been a recent development. Lord Roose Bolton would be furious about Ramsay's death. The Lord of the Dreadfort had a very unsavoury reputation. Lord Wyman was not yet ready for open war with the Dreadfort. Overstepping their rivalry with the Peake family in the Reach had brought about their exile a thousand years earlier. Oh, they said they'd return. Repeated that mantra every generation. The chance was looking less and less likely with every passing year. Wyman sighed. He asked the Gods old and new for a champion who would restore them their rich Reach lands. They'd done their best here in the North. They were probably the richest noble family in the North, outstripping the Starks, but that was nothing compared to what they once had in the South.
Harry was expecting trouble and it found him a couple of days later. He was sitting with his back to the wall as 6 men advanced on him. 5 had drawn swords and sixth dressed in noble finery. 5 more mercenaries who would die for the Lord of the Dreadfort. Harry would oblige them. He stopped the hearts of five men, who collapsed dead to the floor. The noble seemed to finally realize the mortal peril he was in.
"You killed my son," Lord Roose said.
"He drew on me first," Harry said. "Now, unless you stop trying to kill me, I'll come looking for you. I understand you have a son at home. Raise him better than you did your bastard. Leave, now," Harry ordered. Lord Roose left, seething with rage. Harry had made an enemy. Roose Bolton was not someone you could win round, even if he pretended that you could.
Next time he was in, he had just finished his letter writing for the day, when a herald in Manderly colours issued him with a summons to the New Castle, built on the old Greystark Wolf Den. Harry had already visited, but he allowed the herald to guide him. Harry was ushered into the Great Hall. Harry looked around and saw the tapestry depicting a battle between Kraken and Leviathan, Harry realised that Makora was there to summon the Leviathan to oppose an attacking force of Kraken.
Admiring the tapestry?" Wyman Manderly said.
"Yes, Lord Manderly. I am Harys, recently arrived and rebuilding one of your 13 abandoned landed knightly estates up near the Bolton border. I bought it for a gold dragon."
Lord Manderly was about to get in a word, when his resident Maester burst in.
"My lord, you must arrest this Harys. He is a mage. A disgraced Maester."
"Control yourself, Maester. Harys is the perfect choice to bring my landed estates back into production. He is not a Ser, so cannot have the land himself. This is problematic since I do wish to reward him. He is doing our holdings a great service."
"If the other 12 are in the same state the one I bought was, I could make each manor house secure in about a month."
"I'd like you to try. I'll cover the costs of repairs and pay you 2 gold per estate. You can also continue to live on the one you bought and develop the crops and sheep herding you were planning on doing."
Harry was pleased. He'd have liked to make into the landed elite, but he was not a well renowned fighter. Harry spent the next month drawing up plans to make the estate house liveable and protected. He established good relations with the paymaster of Lord Manderly, Tomos Otterly. His sheep dog got out of its splint and rounded up the 60 sheep Harry had seen on his first trip. The first potato crop would soon be ready. The vegetables were doing well, too. Harry had changed his cart for a wagon. Lord Bolton would feel even more aggrieved that Harry was using the 5 horses he had taken off the first 5 sent to kill him. Harry had identified the spot to build a fairly basic castle, with attached town. Harry had yet to start his forge. He hoped to start it by the Winter Equinox of 294 AL.
Around November, 2 children turned up. Harry's first estate house was now finished; it had all its rooms, furniture, indoor plumbing and just needed decorating. One child, a boy, had silver hair, violet eyes and was about 18. The other a 10-year-old girl with the same hair and eye colour. Their clothes were rich, but worn. They asked for sanctuary. Harry soon worked out why. There were 20 assassins after them. Harry used his ordinary bow and arrows. He put all 20 down. They were not dead; not yet. Harry recovered 16 arrows that he could use again.
The assassins all told the same story. They were personally recruited by King Robert Baratheon and charged with finding and killing the Targaryen children of Aerys II. Harry then killed them all and buried them. The girl was Daenerys and the boy Viserys. Harry offered Daenerys protection. Daenerys said that for herself, she would accept, but she had to be around her brother to keep him from getting killed. Daenerys would often cuff her brother to make him pay attention. Harry paid over the loot to Daenerys, quickly ascertaining that she was the sensible one. Harry did see the looks of rage Viserys gave his sister, when she was saving him and making him alert to his surroundings.
The Cinnamon Wind was in port. It was due to make the trip to Oldtown. Harry took Daenerys and Viserys to the ship. Harry persuaded the Captain to take the pair to Braavos. He paid over 2 gold dragons. The Captain had some extra trading opportunities in the City. Harry also handed over two more letters for the Hightowers and Malora. He spoke about Sinda. The Captain promised to bring the boy to White Harbour, if he needed the transport.
Harry missed the Cinnamon Wind's return on the Winter Solstice. He sent them the message that he was eating with Lord Manderly. The Captain noted he had a third pair of letters for the Hightowers.
Harry's original misconception that these 13 estates were on the official border of the Bolton lands was incorrect. This was a long-distance raid, designed to put House Bolton on the outskirts of White Harbour. The Boltons were establishing de facto control over the Horwood lands. The estates harry was restoring were on the border with the Hornwood.