Can we Fix Westeros? » (fvdv123) The Stranger moved Old Guy to Westeros. His mission is to try to keep his favorite characters alive. Mr. M. is always too eager to kill them off. The Old Guy is going to be OP, so he could only bring four wives with him. This is the last of the Fix It stories, so the OP action is over the Top. M rated for the matrimonial activities and stuff.
Harry Potter & Game of Thrones, M, English, Parody & Humor, chapters: 13, words: 55k+, favs: 560, follows: 573, updated: Feb 18, 2024published: Jan 4, 2024, Harry P., Susan B., Daphne G.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer:
MR. M, I am back for another try, I will keep my favorite characters alive with Mrs. J.K.'s help, Harry can do that, he is an OP guy, so are his girls.
What happened before:
This is one of the Fix It stories. In a nutshell, Harry married a bunch of girls, and discovered he could pull the minds of his girls in his Mindscape and share the knowledge among them, he found out after a visit to the Peverell vault that his Patronus became a Dragon from the Inheritance Books, the Eragon one. Soon the wives got a dragon Patronus too. They find a book with a ritual that can make their Patronus into their Animagus and make it heritable.
They move back and forth into the Eragon world and solve the problems, then it is time to move to the next world. This one, only Hermione, Daphne, Susan, and Luna were allowed to come with me. Enjoy.
Previous:
Somewhere in Westeros, a male and four females came out of a cave and looked around. The male said: "Well, here we are, we are going to kick ass, or get our asses kicked."
Susan gave her trunk to Daphne and turned into her Dragon, she roared, §We will do the kicking, Harry.§
Hermione asked: "Suzy? Since when did you turn into a Westeros Dragon?"
1 Where are we?
§Huh? When did that happen? I never noticed a thing!§ panicked Susan and changed back to Human.
One by one we changed, all of us are now a Westeros Dragon Animagus.
§This will take time to get used to,§ I commented, §I kind of miss my front paws, flying will be different too, let's get into my mindscape and try it out.§
I changed into a human and remarked: "We better check what else is changed, our trunks for example."
The bastard that took us here nerfed us well, we still have our Mansion Trunks, but the Mansions are empty, our supplies, my WWII armory, my airplanes… all gone, even our House Elves didn't make it through. Only the horses and the forest animals made it, this will make it a lot harder for us, as all our planning went down the drain.
I checked my emergency backpack, which is a bottomless backpack filled with all kinds of supplies and rations. A tent, books, gear for hunting and fishing, and weapons. I have a Rider's sword now, a green one. That was a gift from the riders to us, each got a Riders sword in the color of our Dragon.
"My seven-compartment trunk is still fully stocked." Reported Daphne, "I had it in my pocket just in case it would come through."
Luna and Hermione said the same, Susan shook her head, "No trunk, but I have my Mokeskin pouch filled to the brim with gold and silver. About 5000 Galleons and 1000 Sickles."
"We better get back in the cave and put some wards up, then we will learn to fly again," I suggested.
Learning to fly with different limbs is hard, our other form had wings on its back, now we have to fly with our arms. It took us the rest of the day in my mindscape learning to fly with some dignity, more often than not I plowed the field with my face.
Xxxxx
That night we discussed our options, Hermione started, "We have five Mansion trunks with nothing in the mansions, the grounds will overgrow, we need a few herds of sheep and cows to keep the grass short and ward some sections off from them like the Magic woods."
Yeah, those Mansion Trunks are big cheats to have. We stole the idea from Scamander's trunk, he is keeping a bunch of animals in his suitcase. My grandparents had two of them in Gringots, we expanded on the design and expanded them to the maximum size possible. Grandpa had his collection of WWII stashed away in his trunk, too bad the Stranger took it away.
Luna commented, "We need to grow some crops, and we need to hire helpers. I bet there are a lot of Small Folks that want to live in a place that never has a winter and can harvest two to three times a year."
Susan said: "We have no farming tools, and Merlin knows what they use here, Hermione is right, we need a few herds of cattle or sheep, 5000 Galleons isn't going to be enough to buy them. Maybe we can catch some herds of deer?"
Daphne said: "It depends where we are in this world, flying around in our Dragon form is not advisable, we better keep it as a hidden asset and emergency solution."
I thought for a moment and said: "We are in Westeros or on the west coast of Essos if it is the Stranger that brought us here, he is one of the Faith of the Seven, so it would make no sense to drop us somewhere else. We could be close to Braavos, the Faceless Men worship the Stranger, or Pentos. My guess is Westeros… somewhere."
Luna straddled me: "I am grateful the Stranger left the furniture in the mansions, get out of those clothes Husband, we need a good shag to celebrate our arrival, where ever we are."
With a few waves of our hands, we all got naked, I grinned, "As you command my lovely Seer, let us celebrate that we are alive and fucking! And I am glad I am not drunk, so I will remember this night."
Daphne got behind Luna and cupped her breasts, "Less talking and more fucking husband, I'll work on the topside, you shove your dick in her snatch, you how she wants it."
That started an all-nighter, one by one the girls got a turn, eagerly aided by their sister wives, they went over the edge fast. I must say that having an orgy with thirty women is fun, but quality time with four is too.
Xxxxx
The next morning we saddled the horses and decided to travel West until we reached the sea or a settlement. Each had a Manor trunk on a necklace. We are dressed in fancy leather armor, we opted to act as nobility on a trip, dressing as commoners would get us in trouble, the girls are too pretty for that. Our swords are in a scabbard attached to the saddle, as always the wives were having fun at my expense about my driving skills. Yes, I am riding Dinah again, her foal runs next to her, I call him Lunch, he looks yummy after all.
We came across a road… it looked like a road from afar. There were people on it, most were heading South. We looked at each other, shrugged, and followed the mainstream South. Soon we were after a host that occupied the whole road, the bushes on the side prevented us from passing them, so we joined the caravan.
Some of the guards noticed us and approached us, The stranger did something good because we spoke the language. One of them asked, "What is your purpose Ser? Who are you and why are you following us?"
Daphne answered: "In case you did not notice it, we have no other choice than to follow, there is no room to pass you by and I doubt your Lord will move aside to let us through. Is that enough answer, guard?"
I chuckled: "Let the poor man do his job, Daphne, our purpose is to follow this road, wherever it leads to, my wives and I are nobles from Essos and strangers in this land. I doubt I even know where we are."
The other guard said, "We can tell you where we are heading, Ser. We are on our way to Harrenhall to attend the tourney. "
Crap! What does the Stranger wants from me? That I fight in that war? That I prevent it? To win it myself? I am bloody Hell Not going to Joust!
Luna's voice came from behind: "That sounds interesting Hubby, let's head that way too."
I shrugged: "Can we join your host, good man, or do we need to keep our distance? I am Lord Potter and these are my wives Daphne, Hermione, Susan, and Luna."
The first guard answered, "I will ask Lord Stark, Lord Potter."
A few minutes later, the guard returned, "Lord Stark wants to meet you, Lord Potter, your wives can join the women if they want."
I looked at the girls, they all nodded, I asked: "Luna? Can you keep an eye on Lunch? I doubt he will feel comfortable between those warhorses."
I made mental contact with Lunch and told him to follow Luna, she was riding his dad. Then I followed the guard to Lord Stark, that man was a real Northerner, strong, muscular, and starting to get gray hair. Next to him was his son Brandon, and his other son Benjen, ah, Ned is here too.
I introduced myself: "Thank you for letting me join your host, Lord Stark, my name is Harold James Potter, last of my Line, my wives and I are on a trip to find suitable lands to settle down. At the moment we are curious about that tourney."
Lord Stark nodded, "These are my sons Brandon, Eddard, and Benjen, you are welcome to join us Ser, you made me curious, you are quite young to have four wives, is there a story to that?"
Now I have to tell him the cover story we prepared, "We are from a place between Valysar and Volon Therys. Our families got mixed up in a dispute between those cities and came up short. We were betrayed by both sides and suffered heavy losses. I married my wife Hermione and accepted Daphne, Susan, and Luna as wives to let their sons carry on their family names, so they will not be forgotten."
Brandon asked, "Why did they betray your families?"
I answered: "Fear for us, fear that we will be too powerful to stand against us."
Benjen grinned: "Fear? By the way you are sitting on your horse, you are not a knight."
I grinned back: "Yes, fear. You don't have to be a knight to be feared, Ser Benjen. A knight is nothing without his backing, his lands, his keep, his small folks. Otherwise, you are nothing more than a man on a horse swinging a piece of metal around, I thought the North didn't have Knights?"
Brandon said, "Some lords have them, the Manderly's for one. What are your talents, Lord Potter if it isn't fighting?"
I laughed: "Oh, I can fight, Ser Brandon, but horse riding is not a skill I have. I am quite good at unarmed combat, and I can swing a sword and mace around."
Benjen said: "Then you must join the Melee, Father? There isn't a limit on participants is there? Lord Potter, the Melee is in the old way, a Seven-Sided-Melee, each Kingdom against the other."
I shrugged: "That sounds like fun, I doubt I qualify for the Joust."
We paused for lunch, to stretch the legs, and a bathroom break, the girls shared their food with the women and I got a dry lump of bread with a piece of meat and a skin of water… you know, a leather bag with water, the inside is probably the bladder of an animal, it tastes horrible. I had to drink it to get that dry bread through my throat.
Luna said to me: "Harry, Lunny is getting tired, I will put him in my trunk. Keep an eye on their reactions."
"It is Lunch, not Lunny," I pointed out "but go ahead, I'll keep watch."
Luna rolled her eyes and pulled the trunk from her neck, enlarged it, and mentally commanded Lunch to go in the trunk. Once Lunch was inside, Luna shrunk the trunk and hung it on her neck again. Well, Luna got the attention she wanted, I doubt Lunch was that tired, she probably wanted to show our Magic before we reach Harrenhall and I guess to promote the trunks to the North.
It worked, Lyanna came closer and asked: "Did you just let a horse disappear? Where did it go? It can not fit in that tiny box!"
Brandon came closer and asked, "I am curious too, how is that possible?"
Luna answered: "The tiny box is just the door to that space, and can get big or small as needed. The space inside stays the same."
Lyanna was eager to find out, "Can I see inside please?"
Luna nodded, enlarged her trunk again, and opened the door, "See for yourself." she said and gestured them to go inside.
Lyanna went inside and screamed, suddenly everyone had their swords in their hand and rushed into the trunk to stop in their track and look at the wide space inside. A pocket space ten miles wide and deep is bloody big and impressive.
Lyanna got her wits back online and asked, "How in the Gods name, the Old and the New, is this possible?"
I answered: "How is it possible to keep an ice wall of three hundred miles long and seven hundred feet high frozen for eight millennia? I guess the same way, with Magic."
Eddard warned me, "The Faith of the Seven views Magic as evil and condemns it strongly. You better watch your steps."
I shrugged, "I heard the Maesters train ravens to be messengers and carry letters to other keeps, do you think that is possible without Magic? How can the bird know to what keep it has to fly? Doesn't the North have Wargs and Greenseers? The Valyrians had Magic to control their Dragons, the Rhoynar had Water Magic before Valyria destroyed them. There is still a lot of Magic that is undiscovered. This is one of them."
Lord Stark asked, "What are you doing with this land? How big is it?"
Daphne answered, "Nothing for the moment, we are still on the move. Once we are settled we will hire small folks to farm the lands. It is about ten miles deep and wide, the soil is ten feet deep and the air is one mile up. The lake is four square miles and a hundred feet deep at its deepest point."
Lord Stark did the math, "That is ninety-six square miles of farmland!"
Hermione interrupted: "No, it is sixty square miles, the forest is needed to keep a healthy balance."
Susan softly added: "And winter is not coming in the trunk."
Brandon asked the million-dollar question, "Is it for sale? Where can we buy a dozen of those?"
Hermione said: "You need to have a Magician to maintain those trunks, without proper care, they will collapse."
Lyanna pointed to the Mansion, "That castle is huge! Not as big as Winterfell but bigger than most of our castles."
Lord Stark said: "It is time to move on, Lord Potter, we will discuss this after the tournament if you agree. We promise to keep this Trunk a secret. You hear everyone? This is a secret for the North!"
Luna got them hooked, if they can get their hands on a dozen of these trunks they won't need to depend on the Reach and the Riverlands that much. If they farm a dozen trunks intensively, they will have enough to get through a harsh winter, especially when they can keep growing crops in that winter. This is a matter of life and death for them. I let Dinner in the trunk and called another horse out, a stallion from the High Elves, we will keep the trunk closed for the rest of the trip.
At night, we prepared dinner for the Starks, the inns were packed anyway, so we offered a tent for the males and invited Lyanna and her handmaidens to bunk with the wives. Yes, we are promoting showers and bloody toilet bowls. Shitting outdoors is not always fun and dandy, for example, with What are you going to wipe your arse? With some leaves? What do you use in Winter? Squat down on the wrong spot and your nuts are getting nettled, use the wrong leaves and you get poison ivy on your ass.
You can literary get caught with your pants down! You are taking a dump and Yogi Bear comes sniffing around, a good advice is never to play dead before a bear in spring, they be hungry and not picky about what food they get to eat.
Anyway, a Wizard tent is a must-have in a Medieval world, with my wards out, the horses could go free, and people with bad intentions would lose interest. I slept in my spare tent, Merlin, I miss Dobby.
Lyanna with her handmaidens and the girls became good friends, I was fond of Benjen, Eddard is a dried-out prude, and Brandon is a whoremonger on almost the same level as the Stag. If he keeps on ogling my wives, then I'll poke his eyes out.
Soon, other Lords joined up with the Starks, I retreated and rode next to the Heirs, it was quite the sight, I sat on a normal horse, those Dudes rode on war horses, they towered above me, count my stellar riding skills in the mix… it was not pretty.
They stopped making fun of me when I trashed them during a sparring session. I practiced unarmed fighting against sword masters with Imira, Fiona, and Lineria, my High Elf wives. It was training for every occasion, we ended up rolling naked on the floor at the end, but I learned plenty. Yeah, once a High Elf is over a thousand years old, they have nasty tricks to get you where they want.
Xxxxx
We arrived at Harrenhall, Lord Stark let us set our tent up close to theirs, probably to keep us from running, or to let Lyanna and her handmaidens have a shower. With mild interest I watched the social life of the Lords, many left their Ladies at home and let their hair hang down, they got pisdrunk the first day, Brandon and the Baratheon stag could not let a girl pass by without grabbing at them.
When the stag got Daphne in his eyes I started to grin, Daphne doesn't need my help at all, when the Stag came too close, a bowel-loosening spell made him run outside while the shit was dripping down his legs. Brandon sobered up when he noticed what happened, when he looked at me I simply raised an eyebrow, challenging him to try it too.
Ashara Dayne was a pretty girl, dressed like a Dornish, she stood out, she was showing too much skin compared to the other girls, between that many drunks, that was asking for trouble, I asked the girls to put a tag on her and Lyanna. Although I doubt that Lyanna will elope with the prince, I think he will catch a germ, or eat something wrong, no, I bet he will fall off his horse in the Joust.
The next day, I caught the squires when they assaulted Howland Reed and trashed them, any complaints to me got brushed away, by me: "They were assaulting my friend three to one, I beat them up one on three, teach them manners or teach them to fight I don't care, but don't come whining to me like spoiled little boys."
Ashara was curious about the boy with four wives and was surprised we were so young, Luna and I are seventeen, the other girls are eighteen.
Lyanna introduced us, "Lord Potter, this is Ashara Dayne, the handmaiden of Princess Elia. Ashara, this is Lord Potter with Hermione, Daphne, Susan, and Luna, his wives."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Ashara. You and Lady Lyanna stand out as Sunflowers in a field of grass, I must thank you both to take some of the rogue's attention away from my wives." I said.
Daphne commented, "Do not let him fool you, Lady Ashara, he is a sweet talker himself."
I complained: "Don't ruin my fun, Daphne! I am out of practice, you all know my lines and are not fooled anymore. Can't you see the poetry? An Ice flower and a Daughter of the Sun! If only I could sing or keep a tune, I would have them as soft clay in my hands, ready to shape them the way I want them to be. Be honest, Lady Lyanna, it was working, no? Lady Ashara? Didn't my comment of Daughter of the Sun move you?"
Hermione slapped the back of my head, "We told you, look but do not touch! And never sweet talk them into our bed." she looked at the Ladies and said, "We have to keep him in line, Ladies Lyanna and Ashara. We are still at an age that we can get fooled by men with a silver tongue, we witnessed sisters getting fooled that way, the consequences ruined our Family."
Lyanna smiled, "We are not easily fooled, Lady Hermione, our mothers taught us well."
I chuckled: "Oh, really? What if for example, your Prince serenades you with sweet love songs? Calls you his Winter Flower? What if he wins the Joust and gives you the crown of love and beauty instead of his wife? What if he is your way to get out of an unwanted engagement? Even when it will start a war?"
I looked at Ashara and asked: "What if a brother of a dear friend invites you in his tent to show you something from his sister? Do you trust him to be honorable? Do you trust the guards to stop him when you call out for help?"
Hermione said softly, "That has happened to a lot of innocent Maidens. But enough of that, I bet you are curious about our tent. Harry, stay outside."
I told them last night what I remembered from this Tourney, the fate of those two girls stood out, we arranged this little stage play to educate them and warn them of the dangers. If they don't listen, at least we tried. Lyanna will not take part in the Joust now that I punished those squires for beating up Howland Reed. Ashara probably will get raped by a drunken Brandon Stark. Anyway, tomorrow the Seven-Sided-Melee starts, it will be fun.
Xxxxx
I made quite a sight, the High elf Horses are not big, they can move fast through the woods and are very nimble, the Stark men all were heavily armed with swords and shields; some with Axes or Maces, I am wearing heavy leather armor, enchanted to the max, of course, my arms are protected with reinforced Gauntlets and Vambraces to protect my underarms and equipped to deal with swords, to my side were two four pound Maces, enchanted to do a lot of damage. I was ready to cheat the crap out of this Melee.
I imprinted my stallion what his task was, avoid frontal attacks and move in at their flanks, I might have promised him to have the first pick of the mares when they get in heat.
Last night I opened my trunk in my room, changed into my dragon, and took a shit. Luna used my cloak to rub all over my body. When I noticed that I had glands to the side of my jaws, I rubbed it to my cloak.
I noticed the effect when not one horse wanted to stay close to me, that might be the dung on my horse's legs. To make a story short, at first sight, I am not impressive… at all.
The Melee started, I looked like an easy target to eliminate and became the center of attention, my stallion… let's call him Breakfast, avoided the attacks and inflicted his first damage by giving a kick with his hind legs to another horse's ribs. A sticking charm kept me in the saddle when Breakfast dealt out damage left and right, when most of them were on the ground, I joined the Starks, Ned, Brandon, and Benjen with the best of their guards.
Benjen asked: "What did you feed your horse, Lord Potter, I never witnessed one that fierce."
I grinned and answered: "I promised he gets to fuck the first twenty mares in heat if he did a good job."
Ned glanced at me, "Really?"
I shrugged: "Do you think I can talk to horses? Try it for yourself, I think the North calls it Warging. Ah! There are my first target dummies."
The fight went from a group battle to a one-on-one duel, I surprised the knights by blocking their swords with my arm, and locking the sword with the protrusions on my arm protectors, a tap with my mace on their helmet was enough to take them out. You don't believe me? Put an iron bucket over your head and give it a tap with a hammer… yeah, now you know.
I faced the Stag, boy, that man was huge! He was swinging a two-handed mace with one hand like it was a toothpick, he was bloody fast too. My first cause of action was to disarm him, I avoided a swing and crushed his hand with my mace, then I turned to the side and hit the elbow of the other arm to let him drop his shield my maces are spelled with impact, and penetration when I push my Magic in them.
Well, this will be the last time he held a mace or a shield. The bones in his hand were splintered and his elbow had a complicated fracture, the Maesters will be helpless to do something about it. I ended up with Ned Stark against two Kings guards, Selmy and… Dayne? Yep, Ashara's brother.
I said to Ned: "I take the one with two swords, can you handle the other one?"
Ned swallowed, and nodded, "If I have to. Be careful with Selmy, he is a tough one."
Selmy witnessed me taking experienced knights out and took a defensive stand, I observed him, there were no openings to profit from, I started circling him and taunted: "You are good with those blades Grandpa. No, you guys aren't allowed to fuck, are you? Uncle it is. I heard some rumors about your order, can you tell me if they are true?"
"OK… I ask them anyway. The most persistent rumor is that you guys are sword swallowers, although why would anyone want to eat a sword? Iron is hard to digest." Selmy's eyes twitched at my questions, I pretended not to know the expression.
I continued: "Another rumor I heard was that you guys even break your Knight Oaths when the King orders you to. That is quite the devotion for your King, I admire that. Losing your honor to serve your King is the pinnacle of Duty, don't you think?"
That was the last drop, Selmy turned into a sword blender, every stroke was aimed at killing, I evaded most strokes until I saw an opening, I blocked both swords and kicked him in the nuts. Selmy went down like a ton of bricks.
I disarmed him and softly said: "You are too easy to anger, Ser, you have to work on that. Don't let baseless words get to you."
I looked around and saw Arthur Dayne staring at me, I grinned: "You heard? Are you angry? No? Let me ask you, what would you do when your Prince asks you to help abduct the daughter of the lord of a Kingdom? What is your Honor telling you? Aid the prince or save the Maiden?"
Dayne said: "You are making dangerous enemies, boy. Watch your tongue."
I shook my head, "We call that strategy, good Ser, making the opponent angry with taunts and insults to make him attack in blind anger is basic strategy. I would have apologized after the fight. I even kept it proper and kept your Momma out of it. You would only stay mad if one of those insults were true."
I grinned and asked: "Which of my insults struck home, Ser?"
Yep, another angry one that was aiming to kill me, I might or might not used Magic to win, I will never admit that, a tap to his helmet took him out too. I attached my maces back to my belt and looked around.
"I won? Or is there another one?" I asked.
Ned came closer and said: "You won, Lord Harold, a lot will question your honor on how you won."
I shrugged: "There is no honor in battle, Lord Stark, there is Honor in the way you live your life and how you serve the people you are responsible for. This is nothing more than a sparring match with a money reward for the winner."
I turned to Arthur Dayne, who was slowly coming back to his senses: "Ser Dayne? I apologize for my taunts, they were just to get under your skin. But ask yourself, Ser, why did they make you mad?"
Without a word, Dayne turned and left the field. The King too, after he saw his guards getting a whooping, he left, I got the price money from Princess Elia.
"Congratulations on your victory, Lord Potter, besting two of the best King's Guards is a major accomplishment," she said when she handed me my money.
I observed her and answered, "You honor me with your words, Princess Elia. I hope to call you My Queen someday when I settle here in Westeros and grow my roots in the land."
An angry voice called out, "If you live that long!"
2 Jousting
I slowly turned to the voice, behind me stood, I guess this must be Rhaegar and a bunch of Kings Guards. Did those two go to Rhaegar and complain about me like spoiled kids?
I shrugged, "I can't see myself dying soon, Ser, in fact, I plan to live to a respectable age. But Ser, why are you angry at me? We never met before."
Princess Elia's voice came from behind me: "Lord Potter, you are speaking to my husband, Prince Rhaegar. Husband? Why are you mad at Lord Potter?"
Rhaegar glared at Elia, "This boy insulted the honor of the King's Guard. They demand satisfaction."
Elia frowned: "I did not hear any insult, Rhaegar. In fact, after every duel, he properly apologized for his taunts."
Hmm? I like her! She just made my list of people I want to save. To be honest, she is as pretty as Lyanna, even prettier if they were of the same age. Birthing two children left some marks on her health.
I took a small bow at Rhaegar and said: "Prince Rhaegar, I did explain my motives to my opponents during our bout. And as your lovely wife just said, I apologized afterward. Why are they still mad? Were some of my taunts too close at home? If they still want satisfaction, then I will be happy to face them in an Honor duel before the Stranger… until they are satisfied, or dead."
I turned to the King's Guard and asked: "Was it necessary to go crying to your boss like spoiled children after losing a fight? Is that your Honor, Sers? Who wants that satisfaction first? COME FORWARD!"
At the last line, I let my Dragon intimidation seep through.
Arthur Dayne stepped forward: "I demand Satisfaction!"
Selmy did too, "As will I, your foul mouth needs to be closed permanently."
I looked at the audience and spotted Ashara, I called out to her, "Lady Ashara? In how far can I damage your idiot brother without you getting angry at me?"
Ashara glared at her brother and said: "That fool needs a lesson, Lord Potter, but I love him, keep him alive, and don't cripple him please, although he deserves it."
Alright, she made my list too, if someone dares to rape this girl he will lose his pecker, among other body parts.
"Prince Rhaegar, I feel that this can not be stopped, so is it alright that I kill Ser Selmy first and beat some sense into Ser Dayne after?" I asked with a friendly voice, "Why do they want to let it escalate this way? It was just a friendly spar."
Rhaegar shook his head, "You made the challenge and they accepted it, boy. We settle this right here and now."
I shrugged, "If you say so, Prince Rhaegar. Let me first change my gear, I saw they brought their regular weapons, so I will do the same. Hermione, my Greeny please."
Hermione came with my Greeny, she handed the blade to me and said: "You could have kept this blade's name as Rhunon-Elda intended, you know. Greeny is an embarrassing name for a blade."
I took the blade out of its scabbard and studied it, "Why? That name Rhunon-Elda gave this blade was impossible to pronounce, Greeny works just fine for me."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Whatever, don't drag this too long, we are hungry."
Selmy was listening to our conversation and got worried, this was not a taunt, this was indifference, they did not acknowledge his skill as something to be scared of.
I went to the center of the field, the spot where I kicked both their asses and called out: "Selmy the Nutless, you are first. That was what you were angry for, wasn't it? That I kicked you in the Nuts? Do you still want this to be to the Death?"
Selmy slowly entered the field and faced me, "I do, you fought without Honor and you insulted the King's Guard."
Softly, so only he could hear me I commented, "Can I insult a group of men that allows their Queen to be raped by a madman? No, Selmy, even maggots have more honor than you, spineless creeps. Tell the stranger I said hello."
I raised Greeny, pushed my Magic in it to activate my enchants, and waited on Selmy to make the first move. Selmy paled when I rubbed his face in his shame, guarding the door of the room where that mad King was brutalizing his wife was a sore spot, and I pointed it out to him.
I egged him on, "Come on, I haven't all day, the wives are hungry."
Selmy started his attack, waving his swords around to impress me… or to kill me, I am not so sure. I slashed out with Greeny, it went through Selmy's swords like a knife through butter I enchanted Greeny with a cutting spell that can go through everything. Speechless, he looked at the stumps in his hands, just the hilts and a few inches of steel.
I asked: "Do you want to die now? Or do you want another set of swords? How does your Honor feel now, Selmy? Is it still to the Death?"
Softly I asked: "Do you still want to guard that madman while he is raping his wife, Maggot? Yes, I know all about it, Do you want to die honorable or live as a spineless maggot?"
Selmy looked at me: "An honorable death, Lord Potter, if you allow me to get another set of swords."
I nodded, "Go get them, Ser Selmy."
Selmy returned with Valyrian swords, I bet he borrowed them from his friends. With renewed confidence he faced me again, when I nodded to signal I was ready, Selmy attacked. The man was skilled, I give him that, I had to use my Magic to save me from harm… don't judge! I am bloody seventeen and only started sword fighting as foreplay for Imira. As a thousand-plus-year-old High Elf, she got a kick out of it when she crossed blades with me and whooped my ass, the sex after our bout was steaming hot though. I never dared to ask her actual age, a thousand-plus was the closest she wanted to admit.
Two slashes later, Selmy's head rolled on the ground next to two broken Valyrian blades. Everyone was slack-jawed, they all expected a desperate battle, not two slashes to dispose of the best swordsman in Westeros.
I looked at Arthur Dayne and said, "You are in luck that your sister is friendly with my wives, Ser Dayne, I will have to get my Satisfaction by destroying your precious sword. Come forward, Ser Dayne."
Dayne got a determent look on his face, gripped his sword tight, and faced me: "You slandered the King's Guard and questioned my honor, I demand satisfaction, Ser."
I laughed: "Brave words from a man who knows his little sister just saved his life. Get on with it and if I were you, I would look at the books that describe what True Honor is."
Greeny made quick work of Arthur's Dawn, piece by piece Dawn got shorter, until only the hilt was in Arthur's hand, and the field was littered with what was left of his Great sword. Dayne looked fearful at my sword, his precious Meteor sword was reputed to be the best in the world and yet a boy chopped it up as if it was made of paper. Meh, most Meteors are just lumps of iron.
I made two quick stabs at his upper arms and said: "That will be enough for today, don't you think? If you are convinced that Honor belongs to the better sword wielder… Ugh, why am I even trying."
I turned to Princess Elia, "My Princess, thank you for your kind words in my defense. Only your character shines more brightly than your beauty. Your husband is a fortunate man."
I looked at the King's Guards and said: "I'm willing to leave this as an isolated incident."
Lord Stark's voice boomed, "Enough of this! Remember that Lord Potter was my guest in the Seven-Sided-Melee as part of the North, are you willing to start a conflict? We all witnessed the fight and found no fault in it. I even heard worse insults on this field from others today. Now you lost one of your own over some imaginary insults."
He stood up, "Lord Potter, Your lovely wife said it all, we are hungry."
Xxxxx
In the dining tent, we celebrated our victory, first and third place was for the North, Selmy fought for the Stormlands and Dayne for Dorne, although I found that to be cheating, they were supposed to be impartial.
Brandon could not control his curiosity: "What is that sword made of, Ser Harold? It went through Valyrian steel like it was chopping wood, even Dawn could not stand against it."
"It was gifted to me by a group of people as a reward. It was made by a legendary female blacksmith centuries ago. Those people bonded that blade to me, only I can wield it, others that try to steal it won't survive the attempt." I explained.
It is true, we spelled our swords so if any other than us take the hilt in his hand will get zapped. Ashara joined us at the table next to my wives, "Thank you for sparing my brother's life, Ser Harold, I am in your debt."
I shook my head, "No, you're not, Lady Ashara. My wives are enjoying your company and would be upset if I killed your brother. It would cause you to stop visiting, they value your friendship highly."
Hermione commented: "He is right, Lady Ashara, we don't have many friends and treasure the ones we have."
She turned to Lyanna: "As we treasure yours and your handmaiden's friendship, Lady Lyanna, you made us feel welcome."
Daphne added, "Lady Ashara if your brother collects all the pieces of his sword, I can make it whole again. Only if every last piece is there or it won't work."
Ashara froze up for a moment and rushed outside.
Lyanna asked: "Can you do such a thing, Lady Daphne? Only a few Blacksmiths are skilled enough to work on Meteor Steel."
Daphne nodded, "It is not that hard, we all can do that, it is a secret technique that is passed down to our families."
Lord Stark asked me: "Another skill of yours, Lord Potter? You are full of surprises. I wonder why we never heard of you before."
I smiled and answered softly: "Maybe someday you get to hear the whole story, Lord Stark, it is too soon now. Some secrets are meant to be kept."
After ten minutes, Ashara came back with a bag filled with sword parts, "My Brother said he collected every piece, I will be grateful if you can restore Dawn."
Daphne took the parts and went into our tent, Luna stopped Ashara and Lyanna from following, "She needs to be alone to do this. I hope you understand."
Daphne is a bit of a drama Queen, all kinds of sounds came out of the tent for an hour, when it finally got quiet, Daphne came out with a fully restored Dawn, she presented it to Ashara and said: "It is done, I made the blade a bit stronger, Harry's Greeny will have a harder time cutting it from now on."
I protested, "Hey which side are you on? What if I have to face that fool again?"
Ashara said: "He will not, he has to take a vow before I give him Dawn back, Ser Harold."
Lord Stark asked, "Lady Ashara? May I inspect that sword?"
Lord Stark tried to detect the cuts I made, "Remarkable, not a trace of damage to be found, it is as if it was brand new. I am impressed Lady Daphne, you are very skilled."
The North celebrated the victory, I finally strong-armed the sobering Spell from Madam Bones away and regularly dispelled the alcohol from my body. I doubt these people would appreciate a good orgy anyway.
Xxxxx
That night we went over our options again, I said: "If we are going to reveal our Magic skills, then we have to settle in the North, the other regions are influenced by the Faith of the Seven, we would have to watch our back every minute."
Susan pointed out: "Then we have to give them Village Trunks, Lord Stark was drooling all over the one we showed. possibly for every Lord of the North, that are plenty of Trunks, Harry. They have to be maintained regularly when they are being used for food production. the water level will drop rapidly, so we need a bigger lake and a place close to a stream for refilling."
Hermione agreed, "That will keep us busy all year round unless we train some locals. That will cause its own set of troubles."
Daphne added, "Our new home must be easily defendable, once we show our Dragon Animagus, some will send assassins or armies to dispose of us."
Luna closed her eyes, "It is difficult to see a clear path, it is in the Noth, but there are too many directions our future can go into, each with its own hazards. A big part will be defined at the Joust. that is all I can see, the Stranger is blocking most of my sight."
I sighed: "Then we will take it a day at a time, we settle in the North somewhere. There are several options to choose from, but we have to see them first to decide. Enough with the serious talk, I need to have some pussy on my Dong and some lips on mine."
Xxxxx
The next day started with a buzz, the rumor that Barristan Selmy was killed in an honor duel got around like wildfire. The King was not happy that I killed Selmy until he heard Rhaegar was involved, then he blamed Rhaegar. Meh, both are batshit crazy.
I bet Lord Stark was secretly pleased that the King's Guards were taken down from their high horse, and shown that they are not unbeatable. Keeping me as a friend is important to him I noticed that after Daphne repaired Dawn, we became even more valuable to him.
The Joust was all that was left, I changed canon already, Jaime Lannister was not a King's Guard yet and is competing in the Joust. The Stag was out, permanently. His hand is only going to be able to hold his wine cup, and his other arm has problems holding anything heavier than a whine bottle. For now, he is being tended by the Maesters. Maybe it is time for Stannis to be the next Storm Lord… I just know the right Spell for it, the poor bloke will drink himself into an early grave in a few months.
We watched the Joust, it was impressive when a knight fell off his horse, which could be compared to a car crash, The Blacksmiths have plenty of work to do, denting the armor back in shape was not easy and expensive.
Who are we going to let poke Rhaegar from his horse? Ah! The Bronze Knight Royce will do. A few spells later, Rhaegar made a nasty tumble, I think he broke something inside. I bet there will be some complications in his recovery, I am certain that he will walk with a limp, probably needing a cane… Yeah, probably.
The Mad King was cackling with joy… now that I am at it, why not go all the way? He does look a bit sick, brain damage perhaps? That should be a fitting ending. With those three players out of the way… there are going to be plenty more of those. Crap.
The Joust lasted for a couple of days, I placed a bet on Royce the first day, and made sure… I cheered him on when he was beating his opponents, Brandon got his ass kicked by him too.
Every evening Ashara joined us at our table, we shared our food with the Starks and had some exotic dishes on the table for Lyanna and Ashara to enjoy. On one of those evenings Daphne gave Ashara a vial, "Lady Ashara, let Princess Elia drink this and tell her to get another Maester. The one that is treating her has not her best interest in mind."
She whispered in her ears: "The stuff the Maester is feeding her is bad for the baby and makes her weak. This will eject all the poison from her body through her bowels and skin, keep a chamberpot and a bathtub ready, Lady Ashara. Have no fear, our husband likes your Princess, she spoke up for him at the Melee and he feels it should be rewarded."
When Ashara left, I pulled with my Magic the small boy that was hiding under the table closer, "What do we have here? A small bird from Varys? Open up boy, ah, no tongue. Let's see what is on your mind… ten of you are here? We can't have that. Stay still for a bit… and done. Here boy, give each of your friends one of these silver coins, they deserve that."
That took care of the birds, they will ignore me and the wives completely, Varys is not a fan of Magic, and we need to stay under his radar for a bit longer.
Where were we? Ah, letting Royce… cheering Royce to victory. The King's Guard got their asses kicked, yes, I am that petty. Jaime? Meh, that piece of shit got seriously dented, ribs cracked, a bit of spine damage… it was a very nasty fall.
People will call it the Tournament of Doom, Rhaegar, Selmy, The Stag, Young Lannister, all of them had incurable damage, Dayne got his ass kicked by a young Noble, and the King got sick after he returned from Harrenhall. What did I forget? Ah! Daenerys, she will not see the light I am afraid, the King will kick the bucket long before that.
Xxxxx
Royce won the Joust and made me a bit of money. We transfigured our Galleons into Dragons, and Sickles into Stags. Cheating you say? That is only if you get caught. The victory party was a bit subdued by all the accidents, I made several thousands of Dragons and paid for the after-party.
I woke up in my bed with… five? WTF? How did Ashara end up here? I poked Hermione and asked: "What did we do? Weren't we supposed to guard her maidenhood instead of taking it? More importantly, who canceled my sobering spell? What happened with 'Don't sweet talk them in our bed'?"
Ashara heard my question and said: "It was of my own choice, Harry. Daphne restored Dawn, she gave the cure for Princess Elia, You spared my brother's life, my Maidenhood is a small price to pay. We in Dorne are not that focused on that anyway. You made my first time unforgettable. It made me regret not doing it sooner. Tomorrow we leave for Kings Landing."
With a wave of my hand I made sure there were no kids made last night, Daphne woke up and heard the last words of Ashara, "We had fun too, Ashara whenever you want to join us, you are welcome. We already showed some of our secrets.."
That was when I noticed we were in one of the Mansions of our trunks, I groaned, she is loyal to Elia and surely will tattle on us. It got worse, one of Lyanna's Handmaidens came into our bedroom and asked, "Lady Hermione? Are there more towels? Oh good morning Ser. Thank you for your hospitality."
Whut? Daphne stood up and went butt naked to a closet and handed a stack of towels to the girl. At my look, she shrugged: "She saw me naked a few times when we showered on the way here, it is no big deal."
It got me a boner though, Daphne is a 19 on a scale of 10 and she knows it. Susan, Luna, and Hermione are close too, 18 on a scale of 10 in my opinion, Ashara is way up there too. Susan saw the boner and straddled me, "We are not done yet, Harry, get ready for round two."
Xxxxx
I bet we gave a lot of pointers to the Stark girls. An hour later, a well shagged Ashara ate breakfast with us and the Starks in the Stark's private tent. Lyanna was gushing over the mansion and the wonders in it: "It can not compare with anything Father, warm water at a turn of a handle, life-size mirrors, lights, a bed so soft and comfortable that you want to lay in it for hours, it was incredible, Thank you for inviting me, Lady Hermione."
Hermione chuckled: "It was Luna suggesting it Lady Lyanna. She said it would be a night to remember for the rest of your life."
Ashara nodded: "Just seeing the inside of that trunk made it unforgettable for me."
Lord Stark asked me: "What are your plans now, Lord Potter? Can we invite you for a visit to the North? If it lands you are after, we have plenty of lands that need a new Lord, I am certain we can come to some kind of agreement."
I looked at the girls, Daphne said: "We said that we wanted to settle in Westeros, and the North seems not to have problems with us compared to the Faith of the Seven in the other lands."
Hermione nodded: "The North has my vote."
Susan shrugged, "As long as we are with Harry we are happy."
Luna said: "We will, where ever we end up."
"You will love the North," said Benjen, "There is a lot of territory that needs a new Lord, as Father said, I am sure we will come to an agreement."
"You have to visit Winterfell first, Mother will surely love to meet you," commented Brandon.
I said: "Alright, we will visit Winterfell and see what the North has to offer us."
Lord Stark smiled: "You will not be disappointed, Ser Harold. If you follow me, I'll introduce you as a possible peer to the other Lords, a lot of them had questions about you. Your duels with Selmy and Dayne gathered their respect, I doubt one will oppose you joining the North."
We spend the day socializing with the Lords, they are a bit weary of me, being good with swords is not a good enough reason to get a slab of land. So they kept their reservations for themselves.
Xxxxx
We spend the last night in our Mansion with Ashara in our bed, with the Stark girls in the room next to ours. Ashara got the main attention until she almost passed out. A pepper-up potion made her ready for another round. Magic rules!
At last, she sighed: "I wish I could come with you."
Hermione comforted her, "We will keep in contact, Ashara, we prepared some presents for you that will allow you to have a conversation with us. And some trinkets that will keep you safe."
In the morning, Hermione presented Ashara with a small Dragon Leather bag. With a drop of blood the bag was bound to Ashara, Hermione explained: "This is a bottomless bag, we put some stuff in it, five Vials with the antidote for your Princess; when someone else opens this bag, they will see a normal bag with the usual items for females, only for you will the bottomless bag open."
Susan gave her gift: "This golden bracelet is enchanted with a locator. If your stress levels are too high it will alert us and we will come to you, wherever you are. It has other features too."
Daphne presented a Journal and a ballpoint: "With this, you can write to us, we have its twin and we can write back. When the book is closed, the writing will disappear."
Luna gave her present: "This is a two-way mirror. Use it only when you are certain you are alone and can't be heard."
My present to Ashara was a ring, I explained: "This ring will be invisible to others, if you are in trouble and there is no way out, turn it three times and you will travel to us. It has a range of 8000 miles, so it will cover Westeros and a big part of Essos."
Speechless, she looked at the gifts, Hermione hugged her, "You are one of us now, Ashara, we take care of our own."
Xxxxx
We said our goodbyes and left Harrenhall, the Stark hosts kept together, on the second night, we showed the Lords our Manor trunk, we kept the four others a secret for now.
Lord Stark explained the benefits, "With these trunks, we won't depend that much on the Riverlands and the Reach, managed properly, it can let you harvest all year round it will let us survive the harshest Winters."
Bolton asked, "What is the catch? There is no such thing as a free meal. A Lordship is hardly enough for these boxes if every Lord is to get one."
Hermione spoke up: "An alliance. Mutual aid when in trouble, and no comments on our marriage situation." she looked at every Lord and continued, "As you have guessed we are Magicians, these trunks are only a small part of what we are capable of. We also know new ways of farming and commerce. We know better ship models and new ways to navigate the oceans."
I raised a stone wall with a wave of my hand, "We can build in hours that others need months to do. What we need is a safe place to raise our children without getting stabbed in the back. As you said, Lord Bolton, it is not a free meal. Every Lord that has a child on their land that has Magic, be it for warging or Greenseer has to send them to us for training. That way we don't need to travel all over the North to maintain the Trunks."
It will take some time, but with these, our reputation will soar, Magic will be more accepted in the North, which will be important for the kids, more so when they will find out about our animagus. We are still young, so our dragons are not impressive enough. For now, we need the North, even that creep Bolton.
We passed the Twins, Walder Frey was his usual bright personality and offered to take some of my wives over, a week after our visit, five persons paid a visit to the Freys, after looting every coin, the twin castles were burned down to a crisp. We had perfect alibis, of course, we didn't leave our tent all night.
We arrived at Moat Cailin and surveyed the lands and the ruins. Luna commented: "This has promise, we can repair this easily, we can even dig a channel to the sea and have a harbor here, that will also drain some of the swamps."
Hermione nodded, "You are right, Luna, it is easily defendable too, let's keep this one in mind, we still have to visit the rest of the North."
One by one the Lords split to travel to their lands. I bet the Three-eyed Raven has a nervous breakdown, our trunks and bodies are protected against scrying and Magic interference, any animal that came too close lost his connection with the Warg.
Xxxxx
We finally arrived at Winterfell, in his Solar, Lord Stark offered bread and salt and offered his hospitality, "We traveled many weeks together and we profited from your skills, be our honored guests for as long as you want. Now, meet my lovely wife Lyara. Lyara, these are Lord Potter with his wives Hermione, Susan, Luna, and Daphne. They will be our honored guests for the next couple of months."
While Hermione completed the greeting ceremony with Lady Stark, I said to Lord Stark: "I am afraid we don't have that long, Lord Stark, soon it will be winter, so we need to prepare."
Lady Stark interrupted, "That can't be, it just turned to Spring, a winter that fast will be devastating."
I nodded, "And yet it will happen. You better buy food from the Reach and Riverlands now that they think summer is coming, they will sell it cheaper to get rid of their old stock."
That was something I remember, the Tournament happened in the year of the false spring. So I guess another winter will cause a famine in the North.
Lord Stark asked: "Are you certain another winter will come? We can not afford to buy food when we don't need it, we are on a tight budget as it is."
I nodded, "I am certain, that winter will give the Riverlands the leverage to force an engagement between your oldest and what was her name again… Catelyn Tully. That will sour the relationship with the Ryswells, on our trip here I heard Brandon talk about Lady Barbrey, they are sweet on each other and went all the way, if you know what I mean. That will be messy, isn't it? Wait, this is what we propose, if the winter doesn't come, I will carry the cost of the food you bought."
Lady Stark groaned: "That is exactly what will happen, Ricard, Old Hoster started to promote his daughters already. With a new winter, they have a knife at our throat, if Brandon sullied Barbrey, that will cause us a lot of problems in the long run."
Susan added: "With a Tully as Lady Stark, the Seven have a foot in the door, raising Starks devoted to the Seven will convert the North or cause a civil war, either way, the Seven will win."
Lord Stark looked surprised: "I haven't taught of that, it is certainly possible that it would happen that way." Lord Stark made his mind up and said, "I will take you up on your offer, Lord Potter. If Winter comes, you can have Moat Cailin. Lyanna told me you were interested. Normally we won't give such a strategic position to a new Lord, but if the winter you predicted comes, you helped us more than we can repay."
Daphne chuckled: "Don't worry, Lord Stark, we will think of something."
3 Winter is coming.
I gathered my thoughts, "First we need a source of metal, iron, or bronze for durability, if every Lord needs a trunk, that is a lot of them I guess."
Lord Stark nodded, "About seventy, not counting the landed warriors, we don't have many Landed Knights up North."
Hermione calculated, "We better plan for a hundred, some Lords have a denser population than others. We also need them to be big, so a horse and cart can ride in and out easily. The Lords have to build a shelter around it to protect them from the elements, they last longer that way, it is not that they can last thousands of years, a few hundred at most."
Susan sighed, "We need to find an iron mine and some chrome to make stainless steel. Or we keep it with bronze. Do you know such mines nearby, Lord Stark? We also need a steady supply of trees and water."
Lord Stark nodded: "North from here at Long Lake are mountains that have ores but are too hard to mine, there are no roads and the mountains on the east side of the lake are too barren to settle in. On the West side of Long Lake is the Wolfswood, a dense forest with few people living in it. That is the closest I can get you with all three requirements at hand. The King's road passes by closely, about four hundred miles up the road from here."
Luna said, "I'll stay here and teach. Lord Stark, send messengers to your Lords to send two representatives to manage the Trunks, one for the administration and one for the farming for each trunk, they can bring small folk along, there are enough third and fourth children that need a job I think. We will teach them in my trunk. If someone is magical, they can come too."
Lyanna, who was eavesdropping, came into the room and said: "We want to help too, Britta, Alys, and Lysa, we all want to help. We are accustomed to the trunks and Lord Potter and his wives and I bet we have a bit of Magic in us too, we are from the First Men after all."
I said to that, "How the trunks are made is a family secret, but they can assist Luna in managing her trunk and teaching the people the Lords are sending. As a future Great Lady that is a good skill to possess."
Lyanna groaned: "Don't remind me of that big oaf. He could not hold his hands from any women that passed him by, he has already a set of bastards and I doubt that will stop after we are married." she looked at me and continued, "Word is out that you crippled him, his right hand and left elbow are shattered they say. What will happen with him?"
I shrugged: "I don't care, his blows were aimed to kill, so I did not hold back."
Daphne chuckled: "Maybe he was still angry that he crapped his pants in front of us."
Hermione interrupted: "We are getting off-topic here. I suggest we start tomorrow and return each day for dinner. Luna will need all the help she can get."
Lady Lyara stood up and commented: "And dinner is about to be ready now, a servant will call you when it is on the table."
Xxxxx
That night in our room, Hermione asked: "What will happen with Lyanna when Robert drinks himself into a grave?"
Daphne mused: "Jaime Lannister is out, he can barely walk up straight, Stannis is betrothed already, the rest is too young or too old, Edmure Tully is of age but I heard the guards call him a sword swallower. Those are the High Lords, there are a lot of Lords that fit the job I guess. She is not high in demand, the North is dirt poor and too far away for a workable alliance. Only the great houses could use her for an alliance."
Susan commented: "She will probably marry a second or third son and start a new House."
Luna grabbed my head and pushed it between her legs, "Enough! Let's create some background noises for those Stark girls to masturbate on. Go all out, hubby, our periods are starting soon and we need a good shag to tide us over."
Those girls claimed the rooms next to ours in our Manor on the way home and kept on using them even when they were in Winterfell. Several times we noticed them spying on us, but we didn't mind, it spices things up a bit when you know you are being watched, and they learned how the lions and Eagles make Griffins.
The next morning after breakfast, Luna installed her Trunk at a wall in the courtyard, and enlarged it so wagons and carts could enter. Hers was an Ellesmera Trunk, with trees and animals from Du Weldenvarden. The Manor in her trunk was a relatively small one, as with her Dad's it was in the shape of a rook. Only ten bedrooms with a bathroom attached to it, two for each floor. The basement floors contained the kitchen and storage rooms, the ground floor a big living room and study, second and third floors were for the library, workshops, and small parlors. In the middle was an elevator, to serve all ten floors. The rooftop had a few telescopes to observe the fields. Yes, Luna developed a Magic elevator after a visit to London.
The girls entered my trunk, while I took my firebolt out, I made myself invisible before the crowd and flew up North. Four hours later I spotted the Long Lake. A point me Iron ore gave several hits, I landed next to the strongest hit at the shore of the lake.
After eating lunch, no, not the horse, we started to excavate, with transfiguration we turned rocks into water and let it flow into the lake, we made our Transfiguration last no more than a few minutes, the fish would get an indigestion otherwise. While I transfigured the rocks into water, Susan and Daphne transfigured the iron ore into stainless steel and made it permanent, which skipped the need to look for Chrome.
Hermione went into the forest to scout and select the best tree species, she took some samples from trees she didn't recognize and made note of the kinds that looked familiar. Next, she searched for Leylines and marked spots to feed Magic to a trunk.
When Hermione returned, two… you can't call them trunks anymore, Farm Doors, other World Gate… meh, whatever, were ready to get their first set up, we carved the Runes inside on all the six walls and doors, after that we filled the World Gate up with soil from our trunk, placed it on a Leyline and connected to it. We warded the surroundings against nosy humans and apparated back to Winterfell for dinner.
Xxxxx
After dinner, we met with foresters to discuss the local trees and wildlife. A nice surprise is the ironwood and Maple trees, the people don't know about Maple syrup, and the Wolfswood has plenty of them, eight other species of trees are selected for their long lifespan or their fruit and nuts. Daphne added Chestnut and Walnut from her seed collection.
We filled the evenings learning the language of the First Men and Valyrian and reading books from the Stark library.
Luna tested the girls on Magic, As a Stark, Lyanna had the most, although Britta and Lysa were not far behind Alys a bit less than the others but compensated for it with intelligence, she was the smartest of the lot.
When we tested random children from Winterfell and Wintertown, almost everyone had some Magic but most were lying dormant, waiting to be activated.
Four weeks later, the first twenty trunks were big enough to receive their first trees and to fill the lakes. Hermione opened her stasis trunk where she stored the trees she collected from the forest. Those Druid spells rock! A spell to let the tree retract its roots, another spell to shrink it, and we can collect a bonsai without any trouble. Stored in a Stasis trunk it could keep for years.
After a hundred World Gates… Nah we call them Farm Gates, after the last ones were made, Susan helped Hermione collect trees, while Daphne concentrated on growing the Gates, I started planting the trees, and filling the lakes. Where did we get the soil from you ask? Simple, we filled a new Farmer Gate with soil from our trunk, and the Rune cluster made permanent copies of the soil equal to the growth of the Farmer Gate, a bit of maneuvering to get a Lake, and we could plant the trees. After that, we make the trees Magical with the trick we invented when we were with the High Elves.
We made a small pocket space in the tree, big enough to house a squirrel, attached the runes to the ceiling of that space to attract ambient Magic from the surroundings to feed it to the tree, the tree becomes Magical and releases Magic through its leaves, making the forest more Magical. With that loop, we can feed the Farmer Gate enough Magic to sustain its size. What is left is planting crops and building storehouses, small animal and insect repellents at the doors will prevent rodent plagues and Bob is your uncle.
Xxxxx
Two months later, the Stag drank his last drop, he died with a half-full cup and a half-empty bottle in his hands. At least he didn't die thirsty. We mourned him… about five minutes. We witnessed Lyanna dance in the Godswood but blamed it on her sorrow.
Ashara kept in contact with us, she reported that the king got sick… more than he already was, he deteriorated fast. She wrote that she gave the Queen a vial, she had the same symptoms as her Princess and recovered fast. Daphne explained that the Maesters are trying to erase the Magic from everyone but the Andals.
Another worrying development is that Rhaegar did not stop pining for his Ice Queen, meaning Lyanna is still bound to get fucked by Rhaegar. Luna introduced the Journal to Lyanna and let her know what was going on. Ashara described to Lyanna the situation in the Red Keep as explosive, The King is not getting out of his bed, and Rhaegar is gathering support, even as a cripple he was planning to set Princess Elia aside in favor of his future Ice Queen.
Princess Elia is due in two months and is hoping for a boy, a crown prince will solidify her position, now that she isn't being poisoned she gained her strength back, She lets the Maester get whipped and tells him that if there is one drop poison was found in her food or drinks she will personally whip the skin from his back and tie him on an ants nest.
Xxxxx
One evening, when we found out Rhaegar was planning to set Elia aside with or without a son in favor of his Ice Princess, we decided to do something about Rhaegar, we contacted Ashara and asked her to go to a room with a space in front of her. We arrived with a portkey, we marked her so we always could find her, after the first hugs and kisses, I pulled one of Varys little birds out of his secret tunnel, I obliviated the kid from the last hour and put him back asleep.
"We need to do something about Varys soon," I said, "That man is becoming a thorn in our side if we let him play his games."
I straightened up and asked Ashara, "Honey? Can you show us where Rhaegar sleeps? I have some unfinished business with him, and I want to examine your Princess… no, one of the girls will, she can tell if it is a boy or girl."
Four hours and a good shag later, we came back home, It seems that Rhaegar caught some venereal disease that affected his reproductive organs, the poor thing could not get up anymore and the nuts shriveled down to peanut size, it didn't improve his mood though, even the King's health flared up a bit, he will keep on breathing to watch his Grandson being born. That brave man, determined to see his Heir being born, you can not help but admire that man.
Those Pyromancers got a conscience and gathered the wildfire stashes from under Kings Landing and stored it in a safe place. Varys? A small spell will slow his organs down to a stop, it will take a few months and is rather painful… do I feel guilty? Nah, that bastard started wars and conflicts if I hadn't interfered.
Xxxxx
The first Farm Gates were ready, we numbered the doors to keep track of them and asked Lord Stark who was going to be served first. "The Farmer gates are ready to be sown," Hermione explained, "Our trunks are overgrown with grass, these are not yet. So they can be harvested fast."
Stark contemplated a bit and listed names, Susan noted each one separately on pieces of paper with a name and number. Then she handed the stack to Lord Stark: "Send these letters to the Lords and tell them to put this letter outside the keep on the region where they want to have the Farmers gate. It will take a whole day to install everything."
One day at the time we installed the Farmers Gate, first we selected a spot close to a Leyline and a source of water, we elevated the ground a bit, made a big slab of stone, and merged the bottom of the Farmers Gate with the stone, a nice road led the first twenty yards out, and we introduced the new managers to their pocket space.
Hermione told them: "The fields are ready to be sown and planted, we will come every month to regulate the Magic until it is settled. At all times keep the doors closed. That keeps the Magic in and poachers out. And by the Gods, keep studying the books Luna gave you!"
At the end of the month, we installed two Farmer Gates in a day. When the last one was installed outside the walls of Winterfell, our job was done. A hundred Farmer gates were made and installed in record time. Lord and Lady Stark came to inspect the last one, "We are thankful Lord Potter, seeing is believing they say, but even now I can hardly comprehend the effort you put in to create these wonders." commented Lady Stark.
"It was not us alone, Lady Stark. Your daughter and her handmaidens helped in gathering trees, so we could spell them." explained Hermione, "They are natural druids, they selected the best trees without hurting the woods."
"They were perfectly safe in the woods," Said Susan, "They had wards against animals and humans, nothing could come closer than two hundred feet. We still need to expand the forests in the Farmer Gates, this was a rush job, and it will take years to find a balance"
"One last thing, don't plant any Weirwood tree in a Farmer Gate yet." I told them, "Someone is using those trees to spy on Westeros. Do you know what a Bloodraven is?"
Lord Stark was shocked: "Is that man still alive? How can that be? He would be over a hundred years old by now."
I shrugged: "I don't know, but he is somehow connected to the Weirwood trees and is using them to warg into small animals and ravens, we notice it every time one of those animals gets dispelled by us, and it all comes back to the Weirwood trees. A genius move, most of the First Men are saying their prayers and worries to that tree."
That reminds me, I need to pay a visit soon to that creep. If I remember it right, he took Bran over at the end, not on my watch… Bran will not be born here, Brandon is hooking up with Barbrey. I trained him well on the way here. Every time I saw him staring at my wives, his balls became itchy. He got the message after the fifth time. No comments! I know that I am a petty bastard, there is no need to remind me of that.
Xxxxx
We were regular visitors to Ashara, Varys belly hurt too much to care who was fucking Ashara, at every visit, I spelled the birds to sleep and silenced the room, a small tent gave us all the comfort from home and Ashara loved it.
At the end of one of those sessions, we pulled Ashara into my Mindscape. Being a descendant from the Rhoynar, First Men, and Andals combined, she had quite some Magic when we activated it.
"This is one of our secrets, Ashara, we call it a Mindscape, it is a world I created in my mind and can invite others to join me, I can show you our origin, you see, we are not from this world, this is the fourth world I visit, for Hermione, Daphne, Susan, and Luna it will be the second world. Let me show you the world the girls came from."
I showed the highlights, London during rush hour, the airport, we explained the ritual of how we became Dragon animagus and showed the memories of our previous Dragon shape. Then we showed how we arrived in this world and told her what I had from my knowledge of what was supposed to happen.
"You see, Ashara, You were destined to get raped at Harrenhall, I am not certain by whom, but rumors said you had a stillborn child, and you committed suicide after Ned Stark told you of the death of your brother. Rhaegar seduced Lyanna and they eloped, their letters did not arrive and Brandon went to the king and demanded Rhaegar return his sister.'
I told her what was supposed the happen, the wars, intrigues, Elia and her kids, the Stag and his whores, Daenerys and her Dragons.
Ashara gasped: "The dragons are coming back? We thought they were extinct."
Daphne said, "Remember our ritual? Somehow our Animagus form changed, look."
One by one the girls changed into a dragon, I told her, "Yes, we can change into a dragon. We are not real dragons though, it is the Magic that changes us, we keep our human mind. The other form we had was from an intelligent dragon race that could communicate with humans, these dragons can not speak at all, they lack intelligence. We have to use Magic to communicate."
Daphne changed back and asked: "Harry? Is there a reason why we can not change into our old dragon form here? I liked that one more, the local one is more animalistic."
I shrugged: "Try it, it should work."
I turned to Ashara, "One last trick… I can duplicate myself in here. So every girl gets some action."
While I guided Ashara to a bed, the girls succeeded in changing into their old dragon form, four green Dragons joined them in a mating flight, while one human Harry was paging through the Kama Sutra with Ashara. Really, did you read that book? For some of the positions, you need to be a world-class gymnast or have rubber limbs. I loved some of the ideas so I tried them all anyway.
We left my mindscape a few hours later, well shagged. We imprinted some knowledge and Magic spells, she taught us High Valyrian and Rhoynar.
Xxxxx
Aegon was born, secretly aided by Hermione and Luna, Elia recovered quickly, The Mad King… once he knew his line would continue, he finally let go. It was like in a stage play, the drama, the dialogue… in the Mad King's case it was groaning and gasping for air… he kicked the bucket.
Rhaegar the floppy Dragon, a small barb to Edmure Tully who encountered the same problem once, made preparations for his coronation. He has to shelf his dreams to combine Fire and Ice and try to let his son succeed where he could not.
He was in a bad mood though, he gathered a load of nicknames, the floppy Dragon was the most popular, closely followed by Rhaegar The Nutless, and Rhaegar The Shriveled One. Already there were movements to support Viserys as a possible King, the Blackfyre lost his grip when Varys died screaming. Meh, I could not stand that hypocrite.
Once a week we visited Ashara at night and educated her in my Mindscape, she even tried to turn into a dragon. She will someday, as a true Dornish girl she was a skilled girl and eager to please. The rest of our days were filled with collecting trees and regulating the Farm Gates, quite the boring job.
Xxxxx
Then winter sets back in, just as we predicted. People were just in time to harvest their crops and moved into the Farm Gates where they helped cultivate the fields. We aided in distributing the supplies Lord Stark bought, securing the survival of everyone. Well, I scored big time, Lord Stark gave me Moat Cailin as a reward.
Lyanna had a hard time, the moment the Southerners found out she was taught how to use Magic, nobody wanted her anymore, even the Handmaidens got rejected. I must say, they got spoiled by living in our Manor. They didn't sleep in their own bed again, once you get used to climate control and a bug-free bed, or the prospect of using chamber pots again, sleeping in a medieval room is not that appealing.
At the Harvest feast, they were bragging that they had rooms in our Manor. That went down the wrong way. Everyone thought I was tapping Lyanna and her Handmaidens, that they paid that way for their Magic education… hmm? I should have thought of that sooner.
Hermione talked it over with Lady Stark: "We feel that we are somewhat responsible for your daughter's and her Handmaiden's situation. Our husband crippled her fiancee, and we were glad to allow them to use the Manor as they saw fit. Our way of life and our luxuries spoiled them. Her remarks at the harvest feast gave the lords the wrong impression, but we can assure you, those girls have not been touched by our husband or us in any improper way."
Daphne added: "All four are still Maidens, we educated them on the human body in preparation for learning Healing Magic and being future Midwives, something the North needs most."
Hermione continued: "But the damage to their reputation has gone too far to reverse. We talked it over with my husband and your Daughter and Handmaidens and would offer them to join our Household. To compensate, we offer two Farmer Gates and a complete set of armor and weapons that will put Valyrian Steel to shame for each parent. In the case of Lyanna, we double the Gates and a set of armor for each of your sons."
I followed the conversation with a listening charm, to hear in what direction the talk went, a few Farmer Gates more is no big deal, the suits of armor are easy to transfigure, some unbreakable spells and an auto repair, a heat regulation, and deflect impact will do, the weapons are easy to transfigure, we have the metal of our rider swords in our memory and making a set of daggers, two one-handed and a two-handed sword with some enchants on them is only going to take a day or two…
Lady Stark smelled an opportunity and said: "That would be almost acceptable, what will impress the Lords and will silence their tongues is if you give Winterfell an overhaul and shape it in the way of your Manor. That will let them see and feel why my Daughter preferred your Manor over her own bed."
Crap! That will take all winter! Offer a finger they want a hand, Lady Stark went up a nudge and demanded a whole arm! Worse, she added, "I bet Lord Mollen, Britta's father, Lord Overton, Alys's Father and Lord Whitehill, Lysa's Father will welcome the improvements you make to their Keep too."
WTF? Now they are abusing my goodwill! Ah, Susan came to the rescue: "They will be impressed when their daughters will do that in a few years after we trained them. We will work on Winterfell for as long as the Winter lasts. Is that acceptable?"
Lady Stark noticed she reached the borderline and nodded, "I will inform my husband and the girl's parents."
That night, I showed the girls the memory of that conversation in our Pensieve, when they came out of it, Alys asked: "Do we have to share your bed now, Harry?"