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 Ygritte is Played by Rose Leslie Missandei is Played by Nathalie Emmanuel Daenerys 'Daeny' Targaryen is Played by Emilia Clarke
Chapter 14
Harry's Rooms the Wall "Very good Harry," Leaf praised.
When it was just the two of them Leaf often called him Harry. She also often called him Jon. To be honest Harry had gotten used to answering to both names.
"I can now sustain the connection for hours," Harry said with a grin.
Standing before Harry were five identical copies of himself. All five copies were looking back at his original body as the original him stood. Leaf had informed him a week back that his training in his Greenseer abilities had reached a point where he could split his consciousness multiple times. Since then he had been practicing controlling several golems at once.
"With time and practice that endurance will build," Leaf said as she stood from where she had been sitting and approached the line of golems. She walked along them and ran her left hand along their backs. "And each one of these is capable of independent sensory input?"
"Yes," Harry confirmed. "Is sex with a golem as good as it is with your original body?" Leaf asked curiously.
"Almost. The golems don't have quite the magical skill that I do when I'm casting through them. At least not this version. I hope to improve upon them in the future. But as far as the physical feeling it is just as good," Harry said.
"What would it be like I wonder to experience my mouth and my cunt on your cock at the same time or elsewhere," Leaf said suggestively as she cocked her hip and reached out to grab one of the golem's hand.
Leaf settled the hand on her right butt cheek.
"Let's find out," Harry suggested as all six versions of him surrounded her.
Leaf became a very happy being for the next hour.
Meereen, The Next Day
Daeny was a very satisfied woman as she sat on her throne in the great pyramid. Her thoughts drifted back to the night she had shared with her Jon.
"When did he become my Jon? Daeny asked herself.
She knew the answer. The second she had decided to get herself pregnant from him he became her Jon. She had committed herself to a future with him at that point. Last night only affirmed for her she had made the right choice. She made herself focus as Missandei finished announcing her titles to the latest petitioner to come before the new queen of Mereen.
"Don't be afraid. Please step forward," Daeny said to the man dressed in brown pants and a cloak.
He had a bundle in his arms with his head bowed.
"You may approach and speak," Missandei urged when the man didn't move. The man moved closer. The man spoke in his tongue. Missandei translated. "He is a goat herd. He said he prayed for your victory against the slave masters."
"I thank him for his prayers," Daeny said. "What is it that brings him before me?"
After Missandei translated the man knelt, set down his bundle, and opened the top to reveal the charred bones of a goat. Daeny immediately knew the problem.
"It was your dragons. They came this morning for his flock," Missandei explained. "He hopes he has not offended your grace. But now he has nothing."
"Tell this man I am sorry for his hardship. I cannot bring back his goats. For that I am sorry. But I will see he is paid for their value two times over," Daeny said.
The man looked up in surprise. The man was obviously overcome with gratitude. Missandei didn't even need to translate as the grateful man left.
"Daeny, we can later talk about performing a Valyrian binding ritual with your dragons so that you can better control them," Harry sent directly into her mind startling her.
"Jon, where are you?" Daeny thought back. "I am here in the room with you invisible," Harry said. He sent out a spell which allowed her to
see him. "Only you can see me now. I could not stop thinking about last night." "Neither could I," Daeny admitted. "How did you get access to such a ritual?" "From Valyria of course," Harry said with a grin.
Daeny had no time to ask further questions as the next petitioner came forth. This man was a son of one of the men Daeny had ordered crucified. Hizdahr zo Loraq pled his case before the queen to allow his father and the other crucified masters to be buried. Eventually Daeny relented. After the difficult conversation Daeny was ready to be done for the day.
"How many more supplicants?" Daeny asked. "There are two hundred and twelve supplicants waiting your grace," Missandei reported.
Daeny looked so dejected by this point that Harry decided to use a really useful spell Salazar had taught him. Harry walked over to Daeny and laid his left hand on her arm. His right hand sweapt out and a wave of magic permeated the room until it settled down into a spell.
"What happened?" Daeny asked as she noticed everyone else appeared to be frozen. "I have slowed the flow of time in this room," Harry said. "Only you and I are exempt." Daeny starred up at her lover in surprise and awe. "How powerful are you that you can control the flow of time?" Daeny asked.
"Power isn't what this spell takes. It requires very little power but a good amount of knowledge," Harry said. "Now the reason I wanted to talk is because we need to do something about this situation. Not all petitioners need to come before the queen. You will want to set up a system of government that can exist without the queen present for when you come to Westeros."
"What would you suggest?" Daeny asked thinking it was a good idea.
"I can set up a magical device which knows your mind," Harry said thinking of a wizarding portrait. "It can be asked for judgement on these matters. I can make it look like a children of the forest is making the judgement. The children with a couple of unsullied guards can make a judgement. Until that is set up I suggest we let one of the actual children take over judgement duties. They can use an illusion of you to make it seem you are still there. Come for a walk with me," He invited while shifting his grip on her down to her hand.
Daeny happily rose from the seat. A child of the forest appeared. "Hello," Daeny said. "I have not met you before." "I am Demoy your Grace," Demoy greeted. "Thank you for doing this Demoy," Harry said.
"Not at all your Grace," Demoy said. "It will be interesting."
Demoy sat in the throne Daeny had been in and disappeared into an illusion of Daeny. Harry made Daeny invisible and allowed the time spell to collapse. Daeny allowed Harry to lead her out. She was still a little startled at Demoy addressing her as Grace. She let herself be led by his right arm finding his bicep surprisingly strong.
"Why have I never met a male child of the forest?" Daeny asked.
"The males are incredibly rare. Before I made contact with them there were only maybe a dozen males left out of over two hundred females. But since I made contact the increased magic in their environment has allowed five more males to be born along with nearly two dozen females," Harry explained.
"I had no idea," Daeny said.
"The children were very close to extinction," Harry explained. "I have no intention of allowing that to happen. One thing I've asked them to do is spread out to lessen the risk of them being wiped out. I've set them up in locations along the Wall and south of the Wall."
"That's smart," Daeny said. They walked in silence for several moments before she asked, "Have you been to Valyria?"
"Yes. Many times. My magic allows me to survive in the environment. I've been looting the continent," Harry admitted further shocking Daeny.
"What have you found?" Daeny asked curiously.
"The environment is hostile. I'm not surprised nobody could survive there. I haven't yet reached all parts yet. But I've recovered more gold and jewels than you can imagine, books, art, Valyrian steel, magical relics, and dragon eggs," Harry admitted.
Daeny's eyes lit up and she grinned widly while saying, "That's fantastic news." Harry grinned and said, "Would you like to meet Everflame?" "Who is Everflame?" Daeny asked.
Harry sent out a mental call. Suddenly in a flash of fire, Harry's dragon Everflame was there. The dragon was bigger than even Drogon by about half. He touched down gently and gazed at Daeny and his rider.
"Daeny, this is Everflame. He's my dragon," Harry said.
"He is so calm," Daeny noted.
"That's because we've gone through the Valyrian binding ritual I mentioned," Harry said.
Daeny got closer and held out her hand. Everflame let her pet him and seemed very pleased about that.
"How did he appear in a flash of fire like that?" Daeny asked.
"I have a magical device called a portkey. It can transport from place to place. Everflame is wearing a portkey collar enchanted to blend in with his scales. Among other things it will transport him to me and then back to where he was when I do not need him. Portkeys don't have to have that fiery effect. I just did that because I thought it looked eye-catching," Harry said.
"It certainly does," Daeny agreed. "Do you want to ride with me?" Harry asked. Daeny looked surprised. None of her dragons were quite big enough to ride yet. "Yes," Daeny said excitedly. Harry climbed on and then helped her up so that she was sitting behind him. "Hold tight to me," Harry said as he wrapped her arms around his midsection.
Daeny held tight. Harry mentally urged his dragon to take off. Daeny let out a frightened shout and then laughed in delight as they began flying levely. For both Daeny and Harry the experience was simply magical.
Meanwhile in Kings Landing
The trial for Tyrion Lannister was a complete farce. Shae was protected from being located by Cersei's thugs thanks to Harry's magic. That didn't stop Cersei from using one of the whores Tyrino had fucked in the past in one of the local brothels. Cersei paid the whore to weave a tale of Tyrion's plots against Joffrey. Tyrion was waiting to make the claim for a trial by combat further into the trial. He wanted to see what people really thought of him and how his family would really treat him.
Jaimie Lannister made a deal with his father for mercy for Tyrion. In exchange, Jaimie would leave the Kingsguard and become lord of Casterly Rock. Tyrion would go to the Wall and take the black. By the end of the trial Tyrion had had enough.
"I claim the right of trial by combat. Let the gods decide my guilt or innocence," Tyrion declared which caused an uproar from the gallery.
Daeny's Tent
"You look very happy your Grace," Missandei noted.
Daeny looked at her friend and said, "I am. I spent the day with Jon."
Missandei was confused and said, "We spent the day in the court. Was Jon there?"
"No. Well not later. He was there earlier on. Magic was used to replace me. One of the children was passing judgement later in the day wearing an illusion of me," Daeny explained.
Missandei was surprised and said, "I see. What did you do?"
"We flew on his dragon Everflame," Daeny explained. "He showed me slaver's bay from dragon back. Then we performed a ritual which bound Drogon to me." She flushed at the memory of the ritual. It had been so intense. By the end of it she was so aroused she had had Harry take her right there. "Drogon will now respond to my will."
"What of your other two dragons?" Missandei asked.
"They will follow Drogons lead. But they will have to be bound to other people if they are boudn to anyone at all. You can only bind one dragon at a time with this ritual," Daeny explained. "Watch this," She said while closing her eyes.
She could tell it worked because Missandei let out a gasp. "Your Grace it is beautiful," Missandei said. "Did Jon give you that?" "Yes," Daeny said as she appreciated Missandei admiring the Valyrian steel crown on her head.
The crown was shaped for a woman being very slender. Three large jewels were set into the front. Each jewel was enchanted to allow Daeny to monitor one of her dragons. When she closed her eyes she could picture what her dragons were doing and even reach out to them through the enchanted collars Jon had placed on the dragons.
"Why not reveal it to all?" Missandei asked.
"In due time," Daeny said. "Right now the time is not right."
"I see," Missandei said. "Will Jon be coming to you tonight?" Missandei asked.
"He will," Daeny said. "Would you like to stay?"
Missandei was surprised and it showed.
"I thought you would be done with me," Missandei admitted.
"Only if you don't want to stay. You are welcome to stay and be with him too. I'm sure Jon would appreciate it," Daeny said.
Daeny knew Jon had enjoyed being with Missandei. It was obvious when they had fucked. And Daeny had gotten very aroused watching Jon taking the translator.
"I will stay," Missandei agreed.
"Good," Daeny said.
The two continued to talk about her time spent with Jon.
Two Weeks Later
Daeny woke up and rolled over to find Jon laying next to her a pensieve expression on his features.
"Good morning," Harry greeted.
"Good morning," Daeny said with a smile that lit up her features. "I could really get used to waking up to you." Harry kissed her. "What were you thinking about when I woke up? It looked like you were brooding."
"I was actually thinking about Ser Jorah. Despite his earlier spying on you for Robert Baratheon he has proven himself a loyal and trustworthy man since then. He loves you," Harry explained.
"I suppose I didn't want to see it because there is nothing to be done about it. He is too old for me. Besides that, I am meant for you," Daeny said.
"That you are," Harry agreed. "But I wanted to find a way to help him." "What have you come up with?" Daeny asked.
"Do you know that we have a great several times over uncle serving at the wall named Aemon Targaryen?" Harry asked.
Daeny was surprised by the seemingly random question. But she was also very surprised by the information.
"I did not know that," Daeny said.
"This is what Aemon looked like when I first met him," Harry said as he held up his right palm and projected a miniature illusion of the old man. He held up his other palm and explained, "This is what he looks like now."
Daeny stared at the illusion in awe. "How is he so young?" Daeny asked.
"My mentor and I recently developed a magic where we could actually turn back the effects of age," Harry explained.
"You can make anyone immortal?" Daeny asked.
"Yes," Harry confirmed. "Aemon wears an illusion that makes him look like an old man for now. I could do something similar for Ser Jorah."
"That would be a good reward for both him and his father. But might that only encourage him to pursue me further?" Daeny asked.
"I was thinking of a couple of scenarios. This is Lynesse Hightower, Jorah's former wife," Harry explained as he showed Daeny another illusion.
"She looks a lot like me," Daeny noted. "I guess he has a type."
"Yes. I was thinking I could find another woman with similar looks and try to introduce them. We could also deal with Lynesse. I can use magic to change her personality if I really wanted, make her loyal to Jorah. She is currently whoring herself out to Tregar Ormollen, a merchant prince in Lys," Harry explained.
"How about we try to find him a woman first and keep Lynesse as another choice should we fail to find a woman for him," Daeny suggested.
"I like it. I'm going to send some of my retainers to search Lys for some women with a similar look to you. If we find good candidates and they are ameanable we can hire them to come work close with you," Harry said.
"A good idea," Daeny agreed. The people of Lys were said to have the greatest Valyrian features like Daeny out of anywhere in the world. "Thank you for thinking of his happiness."
"I know he means a great deal to you," Harry said. "Ser Jorah deserves happiness."
"Now enough about Jorah. Tell me about our great uncle," Daeny said. "Perhaps he can bond with one of the dragons."
Harry thought that was entirely possible and began to tell Daeny of Aemon.
In Kings Landing
When it was made known that Ser Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, was going to be the one fighting against either Tyrion or his champion it was Oberyn Martell who decided he would fight for Tyrion.
That night Oberyn Martell went to sleep and had what at first appeared to be a dream. He had Clegane on his back dying. But then the dream turned into a nightmare as Clegane surprised Oberyn in the dream. He watched as his skull was crushed much like he imagined his sister Elia's had been.
"This is a vision of what will happen should you get too cocky. It happened in another world. Do not toy with Clegane. Kill him and be done with it," Rosetta said as she appeared beside Oberyn.
"I don't know what to say to that," Oberyn admitted. "Say you won't fuck with him and will do your best to kill him," Rosetta said. "I will do my best," Oberyn said. "Good," Rosetta said before she allowed the dream-vision to collapse. Dream-Vision of the Eyrie, The Vale
"Well that was really fucked up," Daeny announced as they finished watching the scene where Petyr Baelish murdered Lysa Arryn by pushing her out a feature in the elevated castle called the moon door.
Baelish had done it just after Lysa had threatened to kill the Sansa in that dream-vision.
"Baelish is definitely one to watch out for," Margaery said. "I'd be willing to bet that Robert Arryn is actually Baelish's son."
"I noticed that too," Daeny said.
"The woman is mad," Sansa said. "My aunt is mad. She helped Baelish kill Jon Arryn her husband."
"Yes. My guess is Petyr Baelish has been manipulating her for a long time," Margaery suggested.
"The poor woman likely never stood a chance. I wouldn't be surprised if he slipped her something, some type of poison of the mind to make her unhinged," Magaery said.
"It would almost have to be something like that to make a woman breast feed her son who is that old," Daeny agreed.
Daeny had wondered if it would be hard to keep from Daeny and Margaery the fact that she was now sleeping with Jon. It really wasn't extremely difficult. Part of her felt a little bad from keeping it from her two friends. But Jon had asked her to. Besides, it wouldn't be forever. Daeny was certain given how beautiful Margaery was and how gorgeous Sansa was turning out that it wold only be a few years at most before they were sharing Jon's bed with her.
"Of course they may find out if my dream-visions start showing me with child," Daeny thought to herself.
Fortunately her dream-visions would not show her with child.
South of the Wall, Near Castle Black
"I can't fucking take all this sitting around," Crag, one of the Thenn's declared as he stood from around the campfire.
"You're welcome to climb back north of the Wall. This will be decided between Mance, the clan leaders, and the children of the forest. Not by us," Jarl told Crag.
Crag stormed off.
Nearby Ygritte who was cuddling up with Jon looked to him and said, "I think some of them may desert in the night to raid. The whores at molestown are too close."
"I'll keep an eye on them," Harry said. "If they do I'll have to take care of them." Ygritte knew exactly what that meant.
"Perhaps some visions of their deaths at Castle Black might help," Leaf who was cuddling up against Harry's other side invisibly suggested.
"We died at Castle Black?" Ygritte asked with surprise.
"Most of you," Leaf confirmed. "You'll see the vision soon."
Ygritte did not sleep easy that night.
Essos
Daeny stood braiding Missandei's hair enjoying a bit of girl talk.
"Grey Worm was looking at me when I was bathing in the river today," Missandei announced.
"You make it sound like more than a glance," Daeny said.
"It was," Missandei said.
"Were you interested back?" Daeny asked.
"I do not know. My encounters with his grace have shown me how good it can be to be with a man," Missandei said. "But I do not know if Grey Worm could be there for me in such a way."
"Have you heard any details about how the Unsullied are cut? By that I mean do you know if they remove both the pillars and the stones," Daeny clarified.
"They do," Leaf answered as she appeared in the tent.
"Then how can any such relationship be anything but one sided?" Daeny asked. "An Unsullied could pleasure a woman with his mouth. But the woman could not pleasure him back."
"Some of the Unsullied go to brothels," Leaf said surprising both women. "What for?" Missandei asked.
"They pay the women who work there to simply cuddle with them. Physical touch by a woman is something they take pleasure in. It doesn't really provide sexual gratification in the traditional sense. I think it is something they realize instinctually they should enjoy. So it provides them enjoyment," Leaf explained.
The three of them were silent for a while. Missandei asked, "Is there anything the children can do magically to help? Or his grace?" "I believe a powerful greenseer such as his grace could connect with the mind of an unsullied so
that the unsullied may experience what his grace experiences when with one of us," Leaf explained. "I do not know if he could connect with more than one at a time."
"That would be an interesting experiment," Daeny mused. "Could one of us experience what it is like for him to be with us or another woman, from a man's perspective?"
"Yes," Leaf confirmed. "I have experienced it. Once you experience pleasure from a man's perspective you'll understand why they love sticking their cocks in us so much."
Kings Landing
When Tyrion was brought out to the place where the trial by combat would take place he found his sister, his father, Lord Tarly, Varys, and several others sitting in the royal box. It was a small amphitheater with a small crowd of nobles and courtiers gathered. Jaimie reluctantly sat down next to Lord Tarly.
"Your armor doesn't look very stirdy," Tyrion told Oberyn.
"I like to move around," Oberyn said.
"Don't worry. His armor would stop a thrust from Clegane thanks to my magic," Rosetta said as she appeared so only Tyrion, Oberyn, and the nearby Ellaria could see her. "That doesn't mean a strike to the neck won't kill you."
"I will take this seriously," Oberyn said.
Just then a fully armored Gregor Clegane walked in on the opposite side of the fighting floor. The man was massive.
"You're going to fight that?" Ellaria asked with alarm having never seen the Mountain. "He's the biggest man I've ever seen."
"He is," Oberyn confirmed. A horn sounded.
Grandmaester Pycelle said, "In the sight of gods and men we gather to ascertain the guilt or innocence of this...man Tyrion Lannister. May the mother grant him mercy. May the father give them such justive as they deserve."
Tywin gestured towards the horn blower who signaled things to proceed. Pycelle left the fighting floor. Oberyne kissed Ellaria before taking up his spear. Clegane walked out with a bastard long sword in proportion with him. Obern walked out to stand a good distance from
Clegane. In the dream-vision fight he had done a series of flashy twirls with the spear delighting the crowd. This time he didn't waste energy and didn't show off his skill with the spear.
"Do you know who I am?" Oberyn asked.
"Some dead man," Clegane responded even as he sweapt his blade down through a vertical arc and lunging at Oberyn.
Oberyn had known it was coming. He moved to the left while remaining out of Clegane's reach. He parried another strike. He parried several more strikes and repositioned himself. Oberyn was biding his time looking for just the right opening. Oberyn managed to knock Clegane's helmet off. When he saw the opening, he struck with the speed of a snake.
The spear left Oberyn's grip in a throw so powerful it likely would have driven through the armor Clegane wore if that had been Oberyn's target. Clegane was surprisingly fast for someone so large. Clegane managed to turn his head enough that the spear only grazed his face. But it was enough that he would lose his left eye. The poison on the spear tip should see to that being the least of the Mountain's concerns. The spear continued on past Clegane's head, over the wall of the stands, and straight into Tywin Lannister's stomach. Tywin let out a pained cry and clutched at the poison tipped spear.
"Father," Cersei screamed.
The Mountain was bellowing in pain from his lost eye. Oberyn gestured towards the sidelines and was tossed another spear. He thrust the spear through the distracted Mountain's back. The Mountain went down with a scream of pain. Oberyn left the spear in and returned to the sideline where he retrieved his sword, ready for more. Oberyn's guards were suddenly there prepared for more.
"Kill him," Cersei screamed at a group of goldcloaks while pointing at Oberyn.
"Your Grace," Oberyn called out. "If you touch me your daughter will die a horrible death." He threatened. "Right now we have an assassin poised to kill your daughter. If Clegane had not moved your father would be unharmed. It was an accident."
"Stop," Cersei called to the goldcloaks who had begun to move towards the Martell party. Cersei couldn't risk Myrcella's life. "Leave them be. Pycelle, do something."
"I will try your Grace," Pycell said as he attended to Tywin. Tywin had passed out from the pain. He was relocated back to the Red Keep. "Did you mean to do that?" Tyrion asked as he was forgotten about in the aftermath.
"Of course not," Oberyn said. "Not that I would admit it if I did," He thought to himself. "I may have been hoping." Out loud he ordered his men, "Release Tyrion. He has been shown to
be innocent." The man hurriedly complied.
"Did you have a hand in that?" Leaf asked her lover as people began to move off from the fighting arena.
"I may have helped the spear fly a little faster and harder than it would have after nicking Clegane. But the aim was all Oberyn's," Harry said. "I do not know if it would have reached Tywin with penetrating force otherwise. But even if it knicked him the poison would have done its job."
"You may have done him a favor then. The poison will not be a pleasant way to go," Leaf said as she eyed the dying Gregor Clegane.
"No, it won't," Harry agreed.
"Alright Sam?" Harry asked his friend as they walked side by side on top of the wall.
Harry regularly checked up on those within Castle Black even though officially he was out with the wildling party south of the wall.
"Yeah. It's Gilly," Sam said with a grin. "What about her?" Harry asked already having some idea.
"She has been screwing me rotten," Sam admitted with a grin. "Sometimes more than once a day. She said she talked to your lady Ros."
"Ros is no lady. But I'm sure she can give any woman pointers," Harry said. "Good for you Sam. Did Gilly tell you about Little Sam?"
"No. What about him?" Sam asked with concern.
"The children of the forest don't like parent child incest," Harry explained. "They reworked what makes a person within Gilly and little Sam. As far as Gilly's parent is concerned she is only half Craster and the other half was changed enough not to be one of Craster's daughter- wives. For Little Sam they did the same. Half is Gilly. The other half is you. They made it so Little Sam is essentially your son."
Sam was stunned. "I'm a father," Sam said with surprise.
"Yeah. You are," Harry said. "Congratulations." The two friends spent the remainder of their walk talking about fatherhood and women. South of the Wall, Near Castle Black "Fuck," Harry swore. "What is it?" Ygritte asked.
"The children just informed me that about 25,000 of the free folk want to fight despite the children being against it. Mance wants to bend the knee. But one out of every four wants to fight. Three out of four are either undecided about bending the knee or don't want to fight," Harry explained.
Those among the raiding party exchanged uneasy looks. "What is Mance going to do?" Tormund asked.
"There isn't anything he can do," Harry said. "He isn't going to slaughter his own people. But he isn't going to help them either."
"What do we do?" Ygritte asked. Ygritte looked to Jon for this, not Tormund. "Does Mance want to bend the knee?" Tormund asked.
"He sees no choice. The Northern army manning the wall means your people can't possibly win. I highly suggest you lot bend the knee right now and come with me to defend the wall. Those who come through peacefully will be allowed to do so. Those like the twenty-five thousand in the process of attacking will die and be burnt," Harry said.
Tormund didn't move for several long moments.
Then Tormund said, "I never thought I'd see the day the free folk would kneel. But I never thought I'd see the Others either. I'll do it."
That seemed to be the signal for the others. One by one the others in the party agreed to kneel. "Follow me. We're going to Castle Black to defend the wall," Harry said. It was at the gate when Jon arrived leading the party.
"Jon," Pyp said with surprise.
"Hey Pyp. Let us in," Harry ordered.
"I'm not supposed to let anyone in. It's Ser Allister's orders," Pyp said.
"He isn't the Lord Commander," Harry said. "Let us in."
"Let him in," Tom, an Umber man, helping to guard the gate said.
Tom recognized Lord Stark's natural born son. The gate was opened.
"This group will be swearing fealty to Lord Stark and helping defend the wall," Harry said.
"Lord Stark is up in the Lord Commander's chambers helping coordinate the defense," Tom supplied.
"Thank you," Harry said.
Harry led Ygritte and Tormund up the stairs to the Lord Commander's chambers. It was a Stark guard at the door who immediately knocked and spoke to someone inside.
"Jon," Ned greeted when Harry was allowed through the door.
"Lord Stark. This Ygritte and Tormund of the free folk. They have agreed to swear fealty and help defend the wall. A quarter of the free folk army has decided to attack. The other three- quarters haven't decided either way but won't interfere," Harry said.
"Well twenty-five thousand is a lot more manageable than one hundred thousand," Robb said as he came up and embraced Harry.
"My Lord," Brody, a stark guard, shouted as he burst into the room. "Three hundred wildlings are attack the castle from the southern side."
"These cunts that broke off from Mance's army must have sent another party over," Tormund said.
"To arms," Ned commanded as he drew Ice from its scabbard. Harry drew Longclaw and turned to Ygritte. "Stick close to me," Harry said. "Aye," Ygritte agreed.
They followed Ned outside. Tormund and Ygritte got their weapons back when they went outside. It was chaos. Stark and Umber men were pouring out of the castle. Even more were pouring out of the camps on the other side of the castle.
"I don't think they believed you on how many people were manning the wall," Tormund said.
"They will now," Harry said.
"Men of the Night's Watch, Umber Men, Stark Men, the allied free folk will have a glowing blue mark on their shoulders only you can see," Rosetta's voice said as if it was whispered in the ear of every allied man there.
Otherwise it would have been too hard to tell friend from foe. Ygritte was a fierece sight to behold as she drew arrow after arrow from her quiver which never seemed to run empty thanks to the enchantment Harry had laid upon it. Tormund was also a fierce fighter. Ned was also good with Robb fighting right beside him. But it was Harry who outshone them all. He cut through enemy after enemy with Longclaw. The invisible Leaf used her magic to watch his back. Grey Wind and Ghost fought beside their humans tearing into enemies. Between all the opposition against them the enemy wildlings didn't last long. The last couple dozne threw down their weapons and surrendered.
"Tormund," Ned said as he caught his breathe, looking every inch the fierce warrior he was covered in blood and grime.
"Yes Lord Stark," Tormund said.
"You will take charge of these prisoners," Ned said.
"Aye," Tormund agreed.
"We'll show you the ice cells," Pyp offered.
Tormund nodded.
"Have any of the giants joined the fighters?" Ygritte asked as they walked back to the commander area.
"No. The giants won't go against the children," Harry said. "Thank goodness for that. It will be a long night," Ned said.
It was a long night. But by day break the attacking forces hadn't even managed to breach the outer gates without the assistance of giants. They did keep sending raiding parties over the wall. But many of them were still a good distance from Castle Black. Going over the wall near the castle was suicide with the defenses there.
"I get to share an actual bed with you," Ygritte said with a grin as she followed Harry to his quarters.
"Yes. I'll have to introduce you to Ros. Now you remember I told you my chambers have magic on them thanks to the children," Harry said.
"I do," Ygritte confirmed. "I'm especially looking forward to bathing in that warm indoor waterfall you mentioned."
"It's called a shower," Harry said with amusement.
When Harry entered the room it was to find Ros sitting watching a projection of the battle going on outside. The projection was thanks to the snitch-probes Harry had watching the area. He had set it up so that Ros could view scenes from all over the planet. She looked up when they entered.
"Hello," Ros said as she rose. "I'm Ros. You are Ygritte. It's nice to finally meet you."
"I've heard of you too," Ygritte said sizing the other redhead up. Ros was a gorgeous woman. "What's that," She asked while pointing to the projection.
"This shows me many scenes throughout the planet. It's one of the magics we have access to," Ros explained. "Would you like to see?"
"Maybe later," Ygritte said. "I'm tired and ...," She trailed off. "The only magic I'm interested right now is this shower he mentioned," She said while nodding towards their mutual lover.
"Let me show you how it works," Ros offered. Ygritte nodded and followed. Leaf became visible after the two women left. "Things should be interested as Ygritte adjusts to living here," Leaf mused. "You'll have to show her that you are a regular presence," Harry said. "I still say you should just tell her all this magic she is seeing is yours," Leaf said. "I will eventually. Just not yet," Harry said. "I like having my mysteries."
"It is your choice," Leaf agreed. "Now I suggest you go attend to Ygritte. The battle has gotten her blood up and she wants some action from you. If I know Ros and I do, she'll probably be offering to warm Ygritte up for you. Not that Ygritte needs it."
"I wish I had your sense of smell," Harry said.
Leaf winked at him and then went to do her own thing. Harry went to join Ygritte and Ros in the shower.
Three Days Later
The force of twenty-five thousand wildings had inconsistently attacked Castle Black from both north of the wall and by sending parties over the wall. This force had bled by the thousands. Meanwhile the children had arranged a meeting between Mance, the free folk clan heads currently undecided, and Lord Stark. Harry appeared to arrive with the other members of Lord Stark's party. With them was Ygritte, Tormund, Ned, Robb, and several guards. Harry did arrive with that party. But he already had golems present managing the portkeys. It wasn't too intensive of a magic for the golems to manage.
"That's a lot of free folk," Robb noted as he stood near Harry at one end of a large ice dome constructed just for this purpose.
"Aye," Tormund said. "There's over ninety clans." "But it looks like about the quarter you'd expect aren't here," Ygritte added.
The free folk watched Ned's party stride forward suspiciously. Mance Rayder, a few clan heads, and several of the children met Ned's party in the middle.
"Lord Stark," Mance greeted.
"Mance Rayder," Ned replied.
"You all know why you are here," Rosetta said from where she stood nearby.
"Aye. To talk about what living South of the Wall will mean for my people," Mance said.
"They will be our people at that point," Ned said.
"They treating you alright?" Mance asked Tormund.
"They are," Tormund said. "He was right," He added while indicating Harry. "They've got enough men stationed to hold the wall. You'd best suck it up and join them."
"Why should we become kneelers?" Karsi, a clan leader in Mance's party, asked. "Because if you don't you'll all be joining the White Walker army," Ygritte said.
"You'd let us all die and become wights to fight against you?" Mance asked while looking at Ned.
"We won't let a people through the wall who refuse to obey our laws," Ned said. "That wall has held against a lot. I figure another hundred thousand wights isn't going to make a huge difference with the numbers the Night King probably has at his disposal."
"What laws would we have to follow?" Dim Dalba, a clan chief asked.
"All of them," Ned said. "But Mance would be made a lord answerable to me. You would all answer to Mance."
"And if we don't like what Mance says?" Karsi asked.
"Everyone passing through the Wall will be given one of these," Rosetta said as she held up a weirwood ring. "It can't be removed once put on except in death. Even cutting off your finger won't work. If you break your pact with Mance and Lord Stark you will be transported back North of the Wall regardless of if there is a white walker army there or not," Rosetta said. "To help hasten your decision here is the current White Walker army."
The ceiling of the dome was suddenly showing a scene of true horror. Wights marched without end in sight over the horizon. Spaced out were white walkers on decaying horses.
"How long do we have?" Mance asked.
"A couple of years at most. It takes a while for the wights to travel," Leaf said. "The Night King has to wake up his wights with his magic that he has been preserving for eons."
"We'll leave you with that," Rosetta said. "Make your decision soon."
Word came via Rosetta the next day. Mance Rayder and all the free folk clan heads at that meeting had agreed to bend the knee.
Events turned interesting when word arrived that Stannis Baratheon and his forces were heading towards Castle Black.
"Lord Stannis," Ned greeted when Stannis was allowed into Castle Black. Stannis was accompanied by Ser Davos, Melisandre, and several guards. "Lord Stark," Stannis replied as he dismounted. "What brings you North?" Ned asked.
"A very powerful being pointed out to me the error of my ways," Stannis admitted. "I am told there is a true Targaryen king in Westeros who hasn't openly revealed himself. I do not believe I should challenge him. I am content to be Lord Stannis once more," He admitted.
There was quite a bit of surprise at this announcement. But no surprise showed on the face of Stannis' advisors. It was obvious they had discussed this for some time.
"We serve the true king," Ned admitted.
"As do we," Rosetta said as she appeared with her gaze locked upon Melisandre. Melisandre focused upon the magical creature before her. "You may stay. But this one will not be burning anyone," She said while pointing at Melisandre.
"I serve the will of Azhor Ahai," Melisandre said.
The fact she no longer believed that was Stannis had been heavily discussed. Stannis accepted that she believed she was mistaken.
"Let's get you settled and then we can discuss plans and the latest developments here at the wall," Ned proposed.
Stannis nodded his agreement.
Essos
"I can't believe that just happened," Daeny cried out as she stormed back into her royal suite.
Harry was the only one to follow her in. He allowed the illusion of Daario to fade as it did.
"It is pretty disgusting," Harry admitted.
An elderly man, a former slave, had pleaded with Daeny to allow those who wished it to be re- enslaved. The matter had gotten elevated from Daeny's judges to Daeny personally.
"The idea that slavery would be preferable to freedom," Daeny said as she poured herself a drink and one for Harry. "I hope I never get so set in my ways," She said as she held out his glass for him.
Harry took it and sipped at the liquid as the wine burned down his throat. "Well given how the mind ages with physical age you shouldn't have to," Harry said. "Hmm...immortality is sounding better and better," Daeny said. "Hold me," She requested.
She took his hand and led him over to the bed. Harry crawled in behind her and spooned Daeny. "That feels good," Harry said as she snuggled back against him. "Do you think I did the right thing with the contract?" Daeny asked.
"I do," Harry admitted. "Putting a time limit on the contract helps. We'll have to make sure the unsullied are on the lookout for any abuses of this situation. Just relax and let the stresses of the day drain away."
Harry's hands began to glow with magic. The massage spell flowed into her body and made Daeny moan in approval.
"That feels wonderful," Daeny groaned. "I'd almost say this was better than sex. But the things you can do with this," She said as she reached back and cupped his manhood. "Are positively mind shattering."
"Careful or I'll be shattering your mind pretty soon," Harry warned as she fondled him. Daeny didn't stop.
"I think that's just what is needed after such a day," Daeny purred as she continued rubbing her butt back at him.
Soon the two lovers stopped talking with their mouths. They were busy doing other things.
Tywin Lannister's death shocked many in Westeros. He had been able to wake up a final time before he passed. Jamie and Cersei had been in attendance to hear their father. Tyrion had been freed. But he hadn't wanted to attend.
"I want that little monster dead Jamie," Cersei said, lashing out in her pain as she stared at her father's body.
"You accused Tyrion of Joffrey's murder. Tyrion had nothing to do with it. It was Tyrion's trial that saw father dead. Haven't you had enough vengenance?" Jamie asked.
"You can't seriously be blaming me for this?" Cersei asked, shocked.
Her twin had never spoken to her this way.
"Why not? You have been blaming Tyrion," Jamie pointed out. Cersei strode forward and slapped Jamie across the face. Jamie fixed Cersei with a glare and said, "You're a spiteful woman Cersei."
Jamie then walked out of the room without glancing back at Cersei. Jamie was changing. He didn't like who he was around his sister.
"Shae, I think now would be a good time as any to go on that tour of Essos," Tyrion said. Tyrion and Shae were lying in bed together in the capitol. "What, now?" Shae asked. "Are you sure with your father dying that is a good idea?" "I think some time away might let things calm down a bit," Tyrion mused.
"If you think it best. Where you go I go my lion," Shae said. Tyrion simply held her tighter.