To Train A Bad-Ass
By Stargatesg1fan1 Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within.
Women Bonded to Harry Potter in This Story
Ros is Played by Esme Bianco Leaf is Played by Kae Alexander
Chapter 10
North of the Wall
"I brought a present for Mance, Lord of Bones," Ygritte addressed the wildling wearing a suit of human bones. The wildling in question was more commonly known as Rattleshirt. "This one knows all about where the crows are and what they are planning. He is also Ned Stark's bastard."
"We've got one crow for the planning bit," Rattleshirt said as he gestured to the bound Qhorin Halfhand nearby. "But I imagine the bastard of Ned Stark bit will be appreciated."
Harry was brought over and placed near Qhorin.
"We were going to come back for you after we realized you weren't coming after us. But before we could even turn back, we were ambushed," Qhorin reported. "The others were dead. If the time comes where you have an opportunity to prove your loyalty by killing me I want you to do so. You can spy on them."
Before anymore could be said, Qhorin and Harry were dragged to their feet. The march began.
Elsewhere in the seven kingdoms events were continuing to develop. Tyrion Lannister was preparing the defense of Kings Landing with the Lannister army with Tywin at the helm drawing closer to the city. At the same time, Renly's forces drew closer to Kings Landing.
Robb was returning north with Talisa Maegyr among his party. The two had quickly hit it off and were falling fast for one another. Ostensibly Talisa was their battlefield healer. In truth she was wanting to get to know Robb better. Robb had received a raven from his father and was planning to meet Ned at Torrhen's Square.
Sandor Clegane woke up from sleep after a dream where he saved the older Stark girl Sansa from being raped by several bastards. Something felt off. The dream felt incredibly real. Sandor sat up in bed unable to place what felt off. Then it came to him. His face felt different. His hand went up to the scarred burned side of his face. His flesh felt unscarred. Sandor hastened to find something reflective and get some more light on. It didn't take him long to ascertain his face was healed.
"What the fuck?" Sandor asked.
Rosetta appeared in his room. Sandor leapt back while pulling a dagger.
"My King has bid me to heal you Sandor Clegane for the good service you did his future queen in that other life. That dream showed you another life. For that good work you deserved to be rewarded. And now you have been. I will give you a piece of advice for free. My king will someday sit the Iron Throne. Be careful that you aren't serving his enemies when that day comes," Rosetta said.
Then Rosetta was gone. Sandor sat down on his bed in shock. He had never expected to have his face healed. He wasn't sure how to react. The only question on his mind was who was the child's king.
That same night others had dreams all over the seven kingdoms. Tyrion Lannister, Renly Baratheon, Robb Stark, Ned Stark, Sansa Stark, Sandor Clegane, and the sellsword known as Bronn all dreamt of the defense of Kings Landing against an army led by Stannis Baratheon. They saw the destruction carried out by the wildfire Tyrion got stockpiled. They smelled the burning flesh and heard the horrible screams from the men. In all these cases it was the three eyed raven who shared these visions. Leaf herself shared the vision with Harry as he slept.
The Next Day
"I don't understand it," Cersei said as she stood next to her brother staring at a map of Westeros. "Why haven't his forces tried to take the city?"
"Because Renly is smart enough to suspect we've set a trap for him," Tyrion said. "You think he knows about the wildfire," Bronn said. "Let's just say I would not be surprised," Tyrion answered. "Are there steps he could take to get around it?" Cersei asked.
"Yes," Tyrion admitted. "Our wildfire attack relied on Renly committing all of his forces at
once. If they are bunched up we could get them all with our limited supply. But if he is forewarned he could commit a quarter of his forces and let us exhaust our supply of wildfire."
"Then it is fortunate I am here," Tywin said as he stepped into the chamber. "Father," Cersei said with relief.
"I understand Renly has held back. The wildfire defense would have been a good one given your limited resources," Tywin said. "Do we have any news on exactly what Renly is doing?"
"My little birds find it hard to get too much out of Renly," Varys said. "But I believe he may be intending to blockade Kings Landing."
"So we'll be under siege. If he goes for our supply lines we could be in trouble," Tywin said. "Our army is thirty-thousand strong. His is over three times that at more than one-hundred thousand strong."
"Might I suggest positioning your forces between here and the Westerlands so we stand the best chance at successfully maintaining our supply chains," Tyrion said.
"That is one good approach. We'll have to think of something else. Perhaps we can strategically use this wildfire when we meet Renly's forces in the field. Continue to have more manufactured," Tywin said.
"Yes father," Tyrion replied. The war council continued with more ideas being thrown out.
Smut Scene Lead-In (Warning Femslash in the Smut Scene Lead-In and Lead-Out But Not in Smut Scene Itself)
Leaf was on a mission. Ever since the day before when she had been masturbating herself while Harry fucked Ros, Leaf could think of nothing except getting some of Harry's cum inside of her directly from the source. After Harry had fucked Ros to her completion the former prostitute had sucked Harry off. Ros had then kissed Leaf and shared that creamy load. The magical potency of Harry's seed had been very apparent. Leaf had climaxed from the taste of his magic alone.
Harry and Ros were preparing to fuck again. Leaf was in the bed next to them as naked as they were.
"Wait," Leaf said. Harry and Ros looked at her. Ros had paused sucking on Harry's dick to get him warmed up.
"What is it?" Ros asked. "I want you to fuck me Harry," Leaf said. "I want you to pump me full of your seed." "Are you sure?" Harry asked. "Yes. I do not care if I get pregnant at this point. I just want your cock in me," Leaf pleaded. "I'll get her ready for you," Ros volunteered.
She gave Harry a few more sucks before pulling her mouth off with a popping sound. Ros then dove towards Leaf's sweet pussy. Ros began licking Leaf's gash while wiggling her hips invitingly towards Harry. Harry slipped into Ros from behind. Ros experienced a climax on Harry's cock before Leaf was fully warmed up. This further served to lubricate his shaft.
"Enough," Leaf pleaded as she pushed Ros away from her cunt. "I need you in me now Harry." Harry nodded and knee-walked between Leaf's spread thighs.
"Allow me," Ros said as she took hold of his shaft slick with her juices and guided it to Leaf's gash. Ros met Leaf's gaze and said, "You're going to love this."
Begin Smut Scene
Harry pressed hips forward and felt as his dick slid into the embrace of Leaf's snatch. She gasped and bit her bottom lip as he stretched her out. He quickly fed inch after inch into her sleeve and felt her maidenhead tear away. Harry was surprised she was a virgin after all this time. The groan she started to let out trailed off as his magic banished the pain. Then his groin came to rest against her monds and he paused there fully buried in her juicy snatch. Leaf opened her eyes and gazed back up at him. He felt her inner muscles flexing under her conscious control. Harry slowly drew back and watched her eyes glaze with pleasure at the sensation before he reversed direction and pushed his manhood back into her depths. Harry slowly repeated the motion while enjoying the exquisite grip of her sex. Her fingers gripped his arms while her legs wrapped around his lower half. He fell into a steady pace of rocking his hips back and forth between her thighs moving about three-quarters of his length to and from her pussy. Leaf's chest began to rise and fall more quickly as her excitement built.
Leaf was enraptured as her lover pumped himself in and out of her. She had never imagined having a man inside of her could feel this good. His hard shaft slid back and forth through her vaginal embrace filling her. The feeling of his hardness stretching her inner walls felt amazing. The heat of his manhood seared into her core. Each time his prick was fully rooted in her flower she felt a forceful tiny tremor run through her sex when his groin met her folds. This tremor satisfied her in a way nothing else ever had. She gripped him with her inner muscles trying to keep him inside of her. But despite her strongest grip he pulled back. When only his tip was still inside of her she relaxed her muscles and craved having him back within her, feeling the loss of fullness keenly. He would then thrust his hips forward and drive his spear once more into her
sheathe. His eyes were pools of dark lust and she felt wanted, needed. She slid her legs down over his backside, along the backs of his thighs, and then around his calves while her hands slid down to his sides. She pulled at him, craved having him harder and faster inside of her. Surely if his thrusting himself into her felt this good then more of him could feel even better. Leaf felt his hard lean muscle working against her form. He pressed her back into the bed as he groaned and moaned on top of her.
"Leaf," Harry whispered. "You feel so good wrapped around me," He said with a moan coloring his tone. "I can't...get...enough," He added while pausing between words to thrust into her with especially swift plunges.
Leaf leaned up and kissed him needily while her arms wrapped around his neck. Harry returned the kiss and slid his tongue between her parted lips. They tasted one another hungrily as he thrust away between her hips. The slick heat of her vagina felt bloody awesome to Harry. He yearned to keep pumping his dick into that slick softness forever. The stimulation, especially upon his frenulum, saw him focusing most of his attention on that feeling. He made sure to focus the remainder of his attention on sending arcane energy coursing into Leaf's snatch. He focused his intent particularly on her g-spot and clit. She was still consciously squeezing her kegel muscles around his manhood as he moved within her. When she broke the kiss to breathe he kissed along her jawbone to the soft flesh of her throat. She bared her throat to give him better access as he tasted her. He balanced on his left forearm while he slid his right hand down to cup her butt. He fondled her rear as he drove his shaft into her womanhood. Harry sensed her mind losing focus on her surroundings and perceive only him. She was lost to the world as she tightened her legs around him and pulled herself harder onto him. He could sense her craving for him and he felt the same for her.
Leaf gasped as his lips closed around her right nipple. She arched her chest out and clutched at his head. Her fingers threaded through his hair as his lips and tongue explored her breast. Gods it felt good. Leaf closed her eyes and felt him pumping his thick member to and from her cunny with single-minded focus while his mouth did wonderful things to her nipples. His mouth switched back and forth between her breasts. His hand kneaded the flesh of her rear. Then she felt his hand come free and her right leg was being maneuvered up over him until she was laying on her left side. He settled in behind her and pulled her back against him. In this new position the angle with which he thrust into her changed. She could feel his muscled chest against her back. His left arm wrapped underneath her and gave her someplace to rest her head. He continued to thrust into her sleeve but from behind. At first his right hand grasped at her hip while his left leg went beneath her legs. Then his right leg went between her legs and she felt his right hand creepy down to her sex. His fingers began massaging that sensitive bud at the top of her gash.
"Yes...oh gods yes," Leaf gasped.
"You're mine Leaf," Harry whispered into her ear as he continued to pump away at her snatch. "You're mine forever."
Leaf could only whimper and nod so intense was the pleasure she was getting. She bit her bottom lip as the tension rapidly built in her belly. She clutched at his legs more tightly with her own as the tension built. Her feet slowly massaged against his trying to convey as much of her affection for him as she could. She turned her head enough that she found his mouth near her ear and kissed him heatedly. Her left arm reached back searchingly until her hand found his head and she clutched at him. If anything her snatch began clenching around him more powerfully, as if the building tension in her core and belly gave her more strength. Harry felt it too. He was very close to his release. The speed of his thrusts had picked up. He relaxed the muscles in his prostate region preparing to unleash his essence into Leaf's womanly furnace. Her fluids bathed his shaft and groin to lubricate their joining and make his efforts easier. But her kegel squeezing tried to counter that aid. This all served to make the union of the two the perfect environment to convey their passion, their desire, and their bliss found in one another.
"I'm going to...I'm going to," Leaf whispered. "Oh gods," She hissed.
"I'm going to cum too," Harry assured. "I'm going to cum and pump your belly full of my seed."
"Yes," Leaf hissed approvingly.
And just like that Harry pressed his shaft fully into her snatch and unleashed the first ropy stream of his hot seed. Leaf screamed and thrashed as her orgasm exploded out of her pussy before sweeping up through her body to her mind. She held herself against him in his embrace with everything she had as she reveled in the feeling of him thrusting against her backside even though he was already fully buried within her. Their sexes squeezed and pulsed within one another. She had never felt this close to anyone before. His mouth was next to her ear and his groans and moans were sweeter than any music she had ever heard. She sounded her own joy in him with her mouth.
Gradually Leaf's awareness came back to her. She just lay in sweaty bliss with her lover. No words were needed. He remained inside of her semi-hard until they both fell asleep some time later.
Smut Scene Lead-Out
Leaf woke up to the feeling of a tongue on her snatch. The tongue felt very good. The after- effects of being fucked for the first time felt even better. She opened her eyes to see a grinning Ros lapping at her cunt. Harry must have slipped out of her after they fell asleep. Leaf looked over to see him still asleep. Ros kissed her way up Leaf's body and their mouths met in a hungry kiss.
"Let's wake him up by sucking his dick together," Ros whispered into Leaf's ear. "If you would like I can demonstrate how good it feels to have Harry fucking you in the ass."
Leaf shuddered at the thought. But she nodded. The two woke Harry up with their mouths on his shaft at the same time. Harry got to experience for some time what it was like to be passed back and forth between the mouths of two gorgeous females.
End Smut Scene
Margaery woke with a sour taste in her mouth. "Really, marrying that little shit Joffrey," Margaery said to herself.
For that was what had happened in the nightmare she had just experienced. Sansa Stark had been set aside for her.
"That is the fate which would have awaited you had Renly died," Rosetta said as she appeared in Margaery's tent startling the young woman.
"You startled me," Margaery said. "I suppose I'll have to get used to magical beings if I am to marry the true king in the future."
"You had better," Rosetta agreed. "Are you open to the idea of marrying him then?" "Open yes. Resolved to it yet, not quite," Margaery said.
"There is no time limit on it," Rosetta said. "After all, he is immortal. And he could make you eternally youthful as well if you are with him."
"A little something to sweeten the pot," Margaery said. "Why yes," Rosetta confirmed. "That is definitely very intriguing," Margaery said. Rosetta grinned and then was gone.
Harry took note of the fact that Tyrion Lannister had fallen in love with a camp follower named Shae. The prostitute now exclusively worked for Tyrion. Harry thought she generally had feelings for Tyrion. Harry was happy for them. He would do what he could to look out for the couple while they were in danger. Tyrion had befriended Jon Snow. Harry genuinely liked the dwarf.
North of Torrhen's Square
"You and Talisa seem good together," Ned told his son as they rode at front of the column of soldiers heading back to Winterfell.
Ned had gotten to Torrhen's Square where he met up with Robb only to find the Iron Born had already vacated the city they took. The actions of the Iron Born were confusing. They attack a city only to abandon it when it looked like they had intended to hold it. There was nothing to be done about it except be on the lookout for more attacks.
"I know we have only known each other a short while. But I think I may be in love with her," Robb admitted.
"Well at the very least you are in lust with her," Ned told his son with a smirk. "Father," Robb said with embarrassment.
"Come now Robb. I was young once too. Talisa is a fine looking woman," Ned said. "If the time comes and you want to make an honest woman out of her let me know. I would be happy to welcome her into the family."
"What about mother?" Robb asked.
"Your mother doesn't get much say in these things anymore. After the hostilities she sparked off with the Lannisters and almost getting me killed she is taking a step back from being able to make such weighty decisions," Ned said.
"That may be for the best," Robb said. "What news in the North?"
"We received word from Castle Black that Jeor Mormont has led a great ranging North of the wall to find out why all the wildling movement has been going on. Jon went with him," Ned said.
Robb appeared alarmed. "It could be the Others stirring," Robb suggested.
"Yes. I thought of the same thing. We will have to hope the children will be keeping an eye on him," Ned said.
The two men talked of other news as they traveled back towards their home.
Essos, Qarth, House of the Undying
Daenerys, Jorah, and Rakharo walked towards the tower that marked the house of the undying with nerves on edge. Daeny was able to gain access only because the warlocks wanted to allow her in. Jorah and Rakharo were stranded outside. She proceeded to find a torture and follow the sound of her dragons crying.
Eventually she nervously made her way into a room filled with doors. She was about to enter a room which she thought contained her dragons from the sound of it. But then an invisible hand settled onto her leg.
"No. Your dragons are here within this room," Rosetta's voice sounded from within Daeny's mind.
Through that doorway was only torture and temptation with what could have been or what could be.
"I don't see them," Daeny thought back. Rosetta through Harry cancelled out the concealing magic. The invisibility and silencing magic
vanished. Suddenly Pyat Pree was visible as well.
"This can't be," Pree said as he felt the magic on him vanish. "Our magic is stronger than ever around the dragons."
"Yes. The dragons give you the excess magic. They can also withhold it," Daeny lied.
"No matter. We have ways of forcing your compliance," Pree said. "Given time we will make you see our way of things."
Suddenly Daeny felt something hard and solid in her hand. She looked down to see a Valyrian steel dagger with swirling runic patterns carved into it and a fire red ruby in the hilt.
"Stab one of the warlock's with this dagger and they will all die," Rosetta said. The dagger was one of many weapons Harry had looted from old Valyria. Even then Pyat Pree
was forming his duplicates.
"Dracarys," Daeny said by way of distraction.
The small dragons let out puffs of smoke distracting Pree. Daeny surged forward and buried the tip of the dagger in Pree's neck. Pyat Pree let out a cry of pain and surprise. Then he gurgled as he began to die. The ruby within the dagger pulsed with an otherworldly light. Then something glowing was sucked out of Pree into the ruby. Daeny would later learn that the ruby had absorbed Pree's magic. Pyat Pree turned to ash as the last of the magic left his body.
"The dagger is a gift from your nephew," Rosetta said. "When it is charged with magic like it is now it will allow you to cut through many hostile magics. It just absorbed the magic from Pyat
Pree." "Tell him thank you from me," Daeny said. "Come. Let me guide you out of here," Rosetta suggested. Daeny followed Rosetta from the House of the Undying.
North of the Wall
"We should reach the camp before sundown," Ygritte said as she followed in line behind a bound Jon.
"I guess that means you won't need me for body heat," Harry said quietly. "I suppose not," Ygritte said, not exactly happy about that fact.
Qhorin took an opportunity to elbow the wildling behind him who happened to be carrying Qhorin's sword and lunge at Harry, body-checking Rattleshirt out of the way while doing so. Harry side-stepped the lunge.
"Traitor," Qhorin shouted at Harry as two wildling grabbed Qhorin. "I won't let you give Mance Rayder an invitation to Castle Black."
"Let them fight," Rattleshirt ordered.
Ygritte tossed Harry his sword. What followed was a short but brutal battle until Harry ran Qhorin through with the blade. Qhorin dropped dead within moments.
"Well it looks like we'll be telling Mance we brought him the man who killed Qhorin Halfhand," Ygritte said.
"Well I certainly won't be bringing that man in bound," Rattleshirt said as he cut the bindings around Harry's wrists. "Burn the body."
Ygritte led Harry over to a ledge that overlooked the valley below. Camped in the valley below were thousands upon thousands of tents each holding many wildlings.
Essos
Qhorin Halfhand suddenly found himself in a hot and sunny environment. He had to shield his eyes. It was a vastly different place than North of the wall.
"Rosetta," Daeny said as she walked back from the House of the Undying with dragons on her shoulder. "Who is this?"
"This is Qhorin Halfhand of the Night's Watch," Rosetta said as Qhorin's vision suddenly cleared. "It was necessary to fake his death. He won't be returning to his duty here."
"By the old gods," Qhorin said when he realized Rosetta was a child of the forest. "Welcome to Qarth Qhorin," Rosetta said.
"What am I meant to do here?" Qhorin asked as he took in Daenerys, Jorah, and Rakharo along with the three dragons.
"Your job was to protect the realms of men against the Others. Well you can best do that from now on by serving Daenerys Targaryen. When her dragons are fully grown they will help in the fight against the Others," Rosetta said.
Then she vanished. "Come Qhorin. Tell us your story," Daeny invited as she continued walking.
When Daeny got back to Xaro's estate she punished the man who had betrayed her by locking him in his own vault. Xaro was quite surprised when his vault was opened to find two modest chests of gold and jewels. The vault had actually been empty. Harry had deposited the small amount of treasure in the vault for Daeny. He had millions of times that amount from just what he had looted from old Valyria so far. He wanted Daenerys' journey to be a little easier on her. She would have enough to buy a good ship and pay for food and supplies for her people for some time.
Fist of the First Men
Sam, Ed, and Grenn had been collecting shit near the fist to burn when the lookouts had spotted an approaching horde of wights led by at least one White Walker. The horn blow had signaled Green and Ed to get the hell out of there. Sam had frozen in fear. Harry had been looking after his friends through the children. So when they told him what was going on, Harry apparated in and put Sam under a Notice-Me-Not charm. Sam had cowered down behind a bolder. The walker failed to notice Sam. Sam remained hidden until the small horde of wights and walker moved past. Then he ran like hell. The walker's presence caused an unnatural snow storm to form. Visibility was poor. Harry used weak banishing spells to redirect the direction Sam was heading to avoid the wights.
"There you are Tarly," Jeor said when Sam found the men of the night's watch. "Did you send out the ravens letting Castle Black know about the White Walkers?"
"I have been unable to make it back to the supply wagons yet my lord," Sam said. "Well then we need to make it back to the wall to warn them," Jeor declared.
Harry followed Ygritte into the camp bustling with Wildlings. Almost immediately Harry spotted a giant. This giant was smaller than the ones in Harry's home universe.
"First time you've seen a giant?" Ygritte asked. "No," Harry replied.
They kept moving. Several people shouted "Crow" when they spotted Harry. Several youths tried throwing rocks at Harry. Harry caught the rocks and tossed them aside before glaring at the young men who had thrown the rocks. Harry was led inside a tent where he found several men waiting.
"I smell a crow," Tormund Giantsbane, a red haired tall man sitting down eating chicken, said.
"This crow killed Qhorin Halfhand and wants to be one of the free-folk," Ygritte answered.
Tormund stood and approached Harry.
"That half-handed cunt killed friends of mine. My friends were twice your size," Tormund said.
"I didn't realize Halfhand had a penchant for slaying giants," Harry said. "He was poorly name then."
"What's your name boy?" Tormund asked. "Jon Snow," Harry said. "And you're not Mance Rayder."
"No. I am," Mance said as he stepped up to Harry. "You're Ned Stark's bastard. Thank you for the gift Lord of Bones. You and Ygritte can leave us." Ygritte gave Harry a long look before she left. "Did you join us for the girl?"
"No. I joined you because I've seen the Others. I know that if the Others convert your entire force to Wights we are fucked south of the wall," Harry said.
"Where did you see Others?" Mance asked.
"Craster's Ceep. I watched Craster give one of his sons up as an offering to a White Walker," Harry explained.
"Aye. I reckon that will make a man rethink his options. But that doesn't explain why you would chose us instead of fighting with the Night's Watch," Mance said.
"Well that part is easier. Fight creatures which may kill us all while getting to share my bed with a woman or not getting to share my bed with a woman. That's an easy decision. Besides, I didn't exactly have a choice if I wanted to remain breathing. If I stayed a crow you lot would kill me," Harry said.
"I like the way this one thinks," Tormund said. "He speaks his mind." "That he does Tormund. That he does," Mance agreed.
Astapor
Jorah and Daeny were talking with one of the wise masters of Astapor along with one of their slave interpreters who were named Kraznys mo Nakloz and Missandei respectively. Harry was invisibly following and listening. He had needed to learn to speak Valyrian to read from the text left among his loot. He idly noted that the interpreter Missandei was attractive.
"The unsullied have stood here for a day and a night with no food and water," Missandei translated. "They will stand until they drop." The wise master led them before nine rows of eight assembled unsullied. "Such is their obedience."
"They may work for me," Daeny replied. "How are they trained?"
"This Westerosi woman will now give any praise for he unsullied. She wants to keep the price down. She asks about the training process," Missandei said in Valyrian.
"Tell her about their training quickly. The day grows hot," Kraznys ordered.
"Unsullied start training at five drilling daily until they have mastered the use of the short sword, the shield, and the three spears. The training is so rigorous only one boy in five survives," Missandei explained. Kraznys spoke. "My master wishes me to add that their discipline and loyalty are absolute. They fear nothing>"
"How is it they fear nothing?" Daeny asked.
"The training alters their mind. As a final test to determine if all weakness has been removed from them an Unsullied is given a silver mark. He takes this to the slave markets and finds a newborn infant. He buys that infant from its master with the silver mark and kills it," Missandei translated.
Daeny was inwardly horrified. But she did her best to school her features.
"This mewling whore is horrified," Kraznys told Missandei, quite pleased to be able to provoke such strong feelings from Daenerys. "She hides it well. But not well enough."
Harry decided then and there if Daeny didn't kill these slavers in Astapor then he would do it. Their evil should be wiped from the world.
"How many unsullied are available to buy?" Daeny asked.
"Eight thousand," Missandei translated her master's response. "My master suggests you hurry in making a decision. Many other buyers are interested in purchasing these eight thousand."
Kraznys and Missandei left Daeny with Jorah. Daeny began walking towards the docks.
"That means eight thousand dead babies just to train this batch," Daeny said. "Evil doesn't begin to describe them."
"I know you don't like using them Khaleesi," Jorah said. "But I urge you to consider how much better you can make the lives of these unsullied merely by buying them."
They reached the docks. What appeared to be a little girl was playing with a ball among the many people at the docks. The little girl caught Daeny's eye. Harry saw through the illusion and saw one of the Warlock's of Qarth. A cloaked figure followed a short distance behind Daeny and Jorah. Daeny began smiling at the little girl who began running alongside Daeny on the other side of a row of slave cages. The "little girl" rolled the small ball towards Daeny.
"Stop," Rosetta said as she appeared before Daeny.
Rosetta gestured and caused the ball to lift into the air. Rosetta closed her fist and the ball was crushed along with the magical scorpion inside. The warlock child hissed revealing a mouth of darkness. Rosetta gestured and a ball of fire enveloped the warlock.
"A magical assassin," Daeny said with realization. "Who are you?" Jorah asked as he glanced around and noticed the cloaked figure.
"Forgive me. I was going to intervene," Ser Barristan Selmy said as he drew back the hood of his cloak.
"Why would you intervene?" Ser Jorah asked. "You served Robert Baratheon."
"To my great shame," Ser Barristan said. "I was released from the service of the Kingsguard by the pretender that currently sits the iron throne. I ask to be on your Queensguard. I failed protecting your family before. I will not do so again."
"Ser Barristan tells the truth," Rosetta said. "Then of course I welcome you," Daeny said.
"Ser Jorah. Since the Queen is a forgiving mood perhaps tell her of your own transgression," Rosetta suggested.
"What is she talking about?" Daeny asked of her most loyal servant.
Jorah hesitated but forged ahead saying, "When I first entered your service Khaleesi I actually was trying to earn a royal pardon from Robert Baratheon. In exchange for spying on you and reporting to the crown I would eventually earn my pardon so that I could someday return home. But once I got to know you things changed. I could not in good conscience continue to serve Robert Baratheon. My mind was changed that day in the market when the assassin tried to poison you. I would have intervened if you hadn't been protected by other means."
"He speaks the truth," Rosetta assured. Daeny glanced at Rosetta and saw honesty there from the child of the forest. "Thank you for telling me," Daeny said to Jorah. "What matters is that you are true to me now."
Daeny was really unsettled by Ser Jorah's duplicity early on in their dealings. She took this to heart as a lesson. It was hard to know who to trust when you played the game of thrones. She took comfort that at least she had the support of the children of the forest through her nephew. The children were apparently able to use their magic to discern the truth in situations pretty quickly.
"Come Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah. Let us return to the ship. We have much to talk about," Daeny said. "Thank you, Rosetta," Daeny said while glancing back at the child of the forest only to see that Rosetta was gone.
Or more likely just invisible.
Sansa and Margaery both shared the same dream of having a private conversation with her grandmother Olenna Tyrell. In this dream Sansa reluctantly trusted Margaery and Olenna with the truth about Joffrey. Sansa revealed how much of a monster he was. The Tyrells had already heard rumors of such. But Sansa's confirmation in that dream cemented things for the Tyrells. At around the same time, Leaf relayed a vision to Harry that he found somewhat disturbing. It was a vision of a conversation between Talisa Stark, Robb's new wife, and Catelyn Stark. In that conversation Catelyn revealed that she had prayed for Jon Snow to die as a baby. Jon had then contracted the pox. Catelyn regretted her earlier prayers and changed her tune to the gods. The next part of the conversation stuck with Harry.
"I prayed to all seven gods. Let the boy live. And I'll love him. I'll be a mother to him. I'll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it, to make him one of us," Catelyn told Talisa.
"And he lived," Talisa pointed out.
"Yes," Catelyn confirmed. "But I couldn't keep my promise. And everything that has happened since then, all this horror that has come to my family, it's all because I couldn't love a motherless child."
When Harry awoke Leaf was awake to talk with him. It was the middle of the night.
"I know how much you have disliked that woman for the way she has treated you," Leaf said.
"Yes. She admitted it was completely out of jealousy. Jealousy is no reason to abuse a child," Harry said. "But it keeps happening to me. There is a man in my home world named Severus Snape. Snape was a teacher at my school. He constantly verbally abused me and treated me like shite because my mother chose my father over Snape. I looked just like my father with my mother's eyes. Catelyn Stark reminds me of the same situation. My Aunt Petunia also treated me like shite because she was jealous my mother had magic and Petunia didn't."
"You seem to be fated to be abused by jealous people in multiple universes. I have tasked some of my people to send Catelyn Stark condemnations for breaking her oath. We will make her regret forsaking her vows," Leaf said.
"Thank you," Harry said simply. The two cuddled until they fell back to sleep.
North of the Wall
Harry walked with the free folk convoy as they moved their camp. Mance was walking nearby when he walked closer to Harry.
"Did you find it difficult to kill the Halfhand?" Mance asked.
"I find it difficult to kill anyone. Not physically mind you," Harry said. "But he was once my ally just as he was yours. But when it came down to him or me I like breathing better. I still struggle with what I had to do," He admitted.
"It would be hard to kill you. But I'd do it if you are playing us false," Mance said. "Fair enough," Harry replied. "You should realize though that there is a higher purpose here
than just free folk versus night's watch. All that matters is that we are living breathing humans against the Others."
"Try telling that to the Night's Watch. What truly matters is we need to put the wall between us and the Others," Mance said.
"If that is what you are after then you may be able to gain passage through the wall without fighting," Harry said.
"What do you mean?" Mance asked. "There is no way the Lord Commander would allow that. Even if he did some of the crows would kill him. I've seen how deep the hatred runs. I've been on both sides of that wall and worn both cloak and wildling furs just like you. You may have not been there long enough to see it."
"What I mean is that the Night's Watch may have forgotten that the Wall wasn't built to hold back wildlings. But the Children who built it haven't forgotten," Harry said.
"You speak of Children of the Forest as if they have been seen recently. They haven't been seen in thousands of years other than rumors among the free folk," Mance said.
"That is where you are wrong. The free folk have become active recently. In Kings Landing one of them prevented Ned Stark from being executed by Joffrey. They have been spotted all over the seven kingdoms. We've even been visited by a child of the forest named Rosetta at the wall," Harry said. "It was her that warned us of the Others. It's why Lord Mormont chose to leave the wall."
"I do not know if you are a liar, or mad, or something else," Mance said.
"Does it not make a strange sort of sense that in an age where the Others prove they aren't merely legends that the Children of the Forest could do the same?" Harry asked.
"I suppose," Mance said. "Come," Mance said.
Mance led them over to where a man with white eyes was staring up at a hawk flying overhead. The man was a warg. Tormund and Ygritte were also there.
"Orell," Mance called to the warg. Orell's eyes turned back to normal and he looked at them. "What did you see?"
"I saw a few dead crows and many dead wights at the Fist of the First Men," Orell explained. "But there weren't a lot of dead crows. There were tracks heading off south. I think they're heading back to the wall."
"The whole point of the ranging was to see what was causing all of the free folk movement," Harry explained. "If they encountered wights that answered the question. They'll be making their way back to the wall to warn the seven kingdoms."
"I doubt the southerners will believe them," Mance said.
"The children have warned the Starks. So they will be believed by the northern of the seven kingdoms," Harry said.
"So you say," Mance said. "What's this about warnings from children?" Tormund asked. "Let's keep moving and I will tell you of the strange tales Jon Snow has told me," Mance said.
Winterfell
"My lord," Vayon Poole said after opening the door to Ned's solar. Vayon, his daughter Jayne, and several of the other Stark household that had survived Kings Landing had finally caught up with their lord. "Two children claiming to be Howland Reed's children have arrived. They wish to speak to you."
"Bring them in," Ned ordered with surprise.
A few minutes later a boy and a girl arrived. Ned saw a resemblance to a young Howland Reed in the boy.
"My lord," Jojen said as he went down on one knee. "My lord," Meera added as she did the same.
"Rise. Both of you," Ned said while coming around his desk to greet the two. "I haven't seen you since you were babes. What are you doing here? Sit. Sit."
The two sat and Ned returned to his chair. "Thank you my Lord," Meera said. "Jojen has certain abilities," She began.
"He's a greenseer," Rosetta said as she appeared in the room startling the hell out of Jojen and Meera.
Ned managed to keep from jumping too badly. "A child of the forest," Jojen said in awe. "This is Rosetta. She is a friend," Ned said. "You were saying Rosetta. Jojen is a greenseer."
"Yes. Just like Bran. Bran has the power to become the next three-eyed-raven. But he needs a lot of training," Rosetta explained. She turned to Jojen and said, "The fate you have glimpsed many times growing up can now be avoided."
Jojen appeared to have a great weight lifted off his shoulders. "What fate?" Meera asked.
Jojen turned to his sister and said, "We were meant to help Bran get to the three-eyed raven. But I would be killed by wights along the way."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Meera demanded. "You never would have allowed us to leave Greywater Watch if I had," Jojen pointed out. "You're damn straight I wouldn't have," Meera said. "Bran wouldn't have made it without us," Jojen said.
"None of that is necessary now. The three-eyed-raven will be able to train Bran through the heart tree in your godswood here at Winterfell. He can train both Jojen and Bran," Rosetta explained.
After becoming lovers with Leaf, Harry had decided that he trusted Brynden Rivers enough. Harry had reverted Brynden's age to that of a young man physically. Brynden should survive a great many years giving him plenty of time to train Bran. Bran would hopefully not need to become the three eyed raven for a great many years if ever.
"What exactly does this training entail?" Ned asked. The conversation continued after that.
The dreams for Arya Stark had continued to show her journey north to Winterfell after escaping Harrenhal. She, Gendry, and Hot Pie had all made the escape. They all were shown visions by the three eyed raven Brynden Rivers. Lately they had encountered Thoros of Myr in their dream-visions and his brotherhood without banners.
In her dream-visions Margaery hadn't simply been content to just take Sansa's word for it. She had approached Joffrey to see for herself. Margaery had been trained well in the art of seduction. What it took to seduce Joffrey in that dream-vision later made her shudder when she woke up. She hid her revulsion well in the dream-vision. Joffrey got turned on by the thought of
watching Margaery kill. In the dream-vision they talked about her killing on the hunt. But in reality Joffrey wanted to see her torture and kill a human being.
"Sick little bastard," Margaery swore when she woke up from that vision.
Theon woke up from his latest dream-vision where he was tortured for his betrayal of the Starks. Having a metal screw drill turned into his foot as he was suspended from a cross was absolutely agonizing.
"I will never betray the Starks," Theon told himself to make the bad feelings go away.
He repeated this mantra for some time. It actually seemed to work. The children of the forest that were helping Brynden convey the visions and apply the visions actually wanted to teach Theon a lesson, not torture him. Their monitoring and applications of the visions were effective.
Sansa, Margaery, and Daenerys suddenly began to have dreams of Jon making love to the other women one at a time. They could see each other's visions. This culminated in a dream-vision where all three were sitting in the gardens at Kings Landing fully clothed.
"Well this is awkward given what we just saw of each other," Margaery said. "We can speak in this one?" Daeny said with surprise. "You cannot speak in your dreams?" Sansa asked.
"No. There is only...pleasure and then being held by him," Daeny explained. "Which I'm not complaining about mind you. But how am I supposed to get to know Jon without speaking to him."
"I wonder if that is what this is for," Margaery said as she looked at Sansa. "What do you mean?" Sansa asked.
"Jon was raised in Winterfell with Sansa," Margaery said. "She could tell us about Jon. I am Margaery Tyrell by the way. I am assuming you are Daenerys Targaryen by the way Jon groaned Daeny as he finished within you."
Daeny blushed and said, "I gathered you were named Margaery by the way he groaned your name as well and that you were Sansa."
Sansa was blushing a color almost as red as her hair.
"I can't believe you saw that," Sansa said quietly.
"Bless your heart," Margaery said with a smirk. "You're so embarrassed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. What Jon did with you was a thing of beauty."
Daeny was a little surprised at the way Margaery was so comfortable with everything.
Daeny cleared her throat and said, "I would like to hear more about Jon if you would Lady Sansa."
"Yes. Tell us more about him other than he is good at fucking beautiful women. Because if our dreams are to be believed then he is obviously quite good at that," Margaery said.
"Well first of all please call me Sansa, not Lady Sansa. I believe it would be good to get to know one another," Sansa said.
Sansa went on to begin telling Daeny and Sansa about Jon.
Daeny woke up from her latest dream-vision having found it to be very enjoyable in a way that she had never experienced before. She had befriended some of her handmaidens of course. But Sansa and Margaery were her peers. Had she grown up a princess in Westeros it is quite likely she would have known them. She found Sansa somewhat shy and still innocent. Margaery possessed a keen intelligence and wit about her that was borderline scandalous. Daeny thought she could grow to like them. She wondered if she would see them again in a dream-vision. Luckily for all of them the dream-visions talking with Sansa and Margaery would now become a common occurrence taking place every few days. It was always in a different setting though. Sometimes it was high garden. Sometimes it was Winterfell. Sometimes it was dragon stone. It was sometimes even the Wall.