CH1: The twin
Harry stared at the devastation that graced his eyes. All around him Earth was crumbling from within. Not once had he imagined he would bear witness to the destruction of his home planet. At the precipe of the final chapter of his life, he thought of the long lost past and everything that lead to this moment.

After he had defeated Voldemort at Hogwarts he had tried to return the Elder Wand to Dumbledore's grave. On the seventh day, he found the Elder Wand in his room at Grimmauld Place. Even the Resurrection Stone had magically appeared beside the Elder Wand. The presence of two Hallows made him concerned.

One day, he took all three Hallows and was about to bury them in Ignotus Peverell's grave but just before he could do so the Hallows dissolved into his body. The resulting magical backlash courtesy of the unexpected phenomena had knocked out the entire floo network of Magical Britain.

After that debacle, he found he could perform magic without his wand. Magic came to him as easy as breathing and he could feel no exhaustion or resistance from the magic coursing through his body. He kept what happened with the Hallows to himself. He didn't even mention this to Hermione and Ron. Instead, he conjured a piece of wood in the likeness of the Elder Wand and placed it inside Dumbledore's grave. With all the chaos that was going on in the Wizarding world his decision to keep his new status as the Master of Death a secret was a wise move.

The Wizarding world of Britain was in shambles. The entire Ministry apparatus of Magical Britain had fallen to Voldemort and in the wake of his demise, everything fell apart. The victors of Hogwarts had the daunting task of rounding up all the Death Eaters. There was also the part where the Ministry had to be rebuilt from scratch.

Harry would have liked to leave all the rebuilding business to Kingsley Shackbolt but he was reminded of the past where the Death Eaters got free through bribes. So, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped to the forefront of dismantling the whole Blood Purist faction.

The first thing that he did was to storm Azkaban with the help of the Order and release all Muggleborn and Half-blood prisoners. Many of them readily joined his side to bring an end to all the Pureblood bullshit once and for all. After a few weeks of recuperation, they attacked the Ministry and put everyone there in prison. Many of them protested but Harry was having none of it especially after he saw and heard from the Muggleborns that were sentenced to Azkaban. Many of their families were killed or tortured. Most of the women were raped by these so-called Purebloods. He spoke personally with each victim and he was adamant to bring the full might of justice upon those responsible.

Every wizard and witch who worked in the ministry was questioned under Veritaserum. Those who were found guilty of colluding with Death Eaters were transferred to Ministry holding cells pending further trial. The Death Eaters that were being slowly weeded out were sentenced to Azkaban and their assets seized to reimburse their victims for the ordeal they went through. The Goblins tried to protest but one visit from Harry saw to it that the little buggers bow before his orders.

While this was going on, many Pureblood families banded together to push their agenda to disrupt the remodelling of the Wizarding world. He put a stop to that by arresting every single one of them as he was ruthless against his enemies. Their family manors were put under siege by the new Auror force that Harry had built up. The Auror force was filled with muggleborns and half-bloods with a few purebloods in between.

With overwhelming force, he subjugated families like Nott, Carrows, Macnair, Bulstrode, Rockwood etc. He did not stop at merely arresting them. He had their entire family homes looted and forced the Goblins to turn over their fortunes to the Ministry. The extra flush of gold was a godsend and he used it to reform the ministry and to provide assistance to the victims of the war.

It took him two long years to bring a semblance of normalcy to Magical Britain. It was no easy task but he managed to reform the Wizengamot into a more balanced governing body. He received aid in that venture from a most unlikely group. A group of Pureblood houses had banded together and stayed neutral throughout the war. They were led by Damien Greengrass and the good news was that the guy was willing to work with Harry in rehauling the Ministry but only for a price. The price being a marriage alliance. Damien wanted his eldest daughter Daphne Greengrass to become the wife of the new leader of Magical Britain.

Not to mention, the man wanted explicit influence in the way educational reforms ought to be implemented. According to Damien, the wizarding culture was under attack by the muggleborns who were piling up and their lack of integration into the world is causing fissures in their society. While Harry was sceptical of Damien's objectives they talked in detail about many of his concerns.

Harry personally disagreed with many of Damien's policies. Having said that, he felt the man offered him a fresh perspective on a segment of the Pureblood cause. Damien was not that much interested in blood purity. Rather, he was focused on preserving the culture and traditions of the British wizarding world. He was all too happy and insistent to have muggleborns and Half-bloods be part of the culture rather than being excluded from the society.

The last two years after the war of Harry's stay in the Wizarding World jaded him. He was no longer the naïve Gryffindor that jumped at the slightest provocation. He knew that he needed to secure peace and stability in Britain as fast as possible. He agreed to Damien's proposal and made Daphne his wife. While the marriage was on a political basis both of them committed themselves to work out their relationship. Of course, many were not happy with what he did and chief among them were the Weasleys.

For the next ten years, Harry ruled Britain with an Iron Fist. He smashed the corrupt beast that was the previous administration and established a system of meritocracy to build the Ministry. In his one decade rule, he expanded the wards around Magical Britain as he had a feeling that something was brewing right around the corner.

Unfortunately, this bad feeling just remained a feeling throughout his tenure as Minister for Magic. After a decade of his life spent in the halls of power of Magical Britain, he retired to civilian life preferring the company of his wife and two daughters. He was the youngest wizard and the longest-serving wizard to hold that office. His father-in-law tried to persuade him to stay in the office but Daphne managed to talk her father out of that as she preferred to have Harry home now that they had children to raise. She had become enamoured with the Potter charm after a decade of married life. Now that he was voluntarily returning, she preferred to have Harry all for herself and her children.

With his retirement, he concentrated on completing his NEWTs which he had abandoned in his pursuit of rebuilding magical Britain. He didn't attend Hogwarts again but rather took the exam independently. With that part of his education over, he was planning to write a book on Defense against the Dark Arts but he was offered a position in the Department of Mysteries. Daphne was the one that insisted that he join the department as he could further his magical knowledge. Seeing the idea had its merit, he accepted the offer. These were the best years of his life as he researched obscure magic in the DoM and returned to the warm embrace of his family.

Sadly, these good days were not to last.

Just as his instincts implied something really bad happened in the muggle world.

The muggles with the aid of advanced technology managed to find the hidden magical enclaves all across the world. The muggle governments at first tried to keep the news from leaking out into the public. But, this was a wasted effort.

By the year 2017, almost all muggle governments acknowledged the presence of magical enclaves in the world. There was quite a bit of fear and equal amounts of curiosity among the muggle population of the world.

The muggle governments of many great democracies had successfully implemented the separation of church from state. So no more which burnings and honour killings were favoured by any world governments. Owing to the rather benign reaction despite the exposure the ICW passed a resolution to make overtures to the muggle public.

This decision led to the Free Terra pact that guaranteed fundamental rights to muggles and magicals in either world. Slowly, the magical world began to open itself up to the muggles.

The ICW and the UN framed the basic laws and norms that framed the basis for coexistence. The magical lands were far minuscule compared to the vast lands controlled by muggles. Some more laws and frameworks had to be implemented for safe coexistence but Harry was pleasantly surprised the Western Civilization easily accepted the existence of a new species.

It was not to say there were elements of concern but the dilution of Greek influence in Christianity certainly helped matters. The Christianity of the Dark Ages was not the Christianity of the millennium. If anything, the discovery of a new species seems to have dissolved the hold of religion in the world in egalitarian societies.

Unfortunately, this was not a common phenomenon. Large tracks of Western Europe remained largely not bothered by the discovery of magical kind. But, religion and bigotry held much larger sway in Eastern Europe, the Middle East and the Americas.

The ICW came to the decision that that individual magical enclaves have the right to determine whether they chose to engage with their muggle counterparts. The magical communities of the Americas, Middle East Asia and Eastern Europe closed down their borders with harsh wards. Western Europe on the other hand increased collaboration between their different communities.

It was from these political differences Harry found himself unable to age like others. At first, it was not much of an issue as wizards and witches age far slowly compared to muggles. But, it came to a point where his body remained in a permanent state as if he was in his twenties.

Even as his wife and children aged he remained young and strong. He had to depend on some wide use of glamour charms to alleviate suspicion. He even had to fake his death after Daphne passed away.

After making sure his children and grandchildren remained safe after his 'demise' he went along on a journey. He travelled the known world and already he could see muggles were destroying nature in their bid to dominate the planet. They bred like rats exhausting and polluting the resources of the planet. It came to a point where the world nations began to fight for basic resources like water.

It is not that water began to suddenly disappear from the planet altogether. It is just that, as the number of cities began to increase water began to disappear from the urban areas. It didn't help the coastal areas were no longer safe to live in as the sea level rose steadily over the years. Gigantic storms began decimating the cities and yet the muggles never learned.

The muggles refused to give up their polluting ways and began demanding the wizarding world fix the planet. It was a demand the wizarding world was quite adamant to ignore.

Then war broke out in Western Europe over resources and for the first time, the magical world decided to do away with the muggles. The war was first fought between Ukraine and Russia but it devolved into muggles vs wizards in the span of a few months. Harry personally partook in the war under a different identity.

It did not take too long for other nations to get involved. Within a year the world was at war spurred on by lack of resources, politics, racism and the need for a new world order.

With essential resources turning scarce the war only made the situation worse for the inhabitants of Terra. The world war destabilized the planet in ways that Harry never thought possible. The use of nuclear weapons triggered more disasters and consumed large parts of the planet in nuclear winter. Other natural disasters only accelerated the near-total annihilation of the planet.

Even magic began to disappear from the world altogether but Harry managed to sustain his magic. The years he had lived had only accelerated his power and healing abilities. The reason he had joined the war in the first place was so that he could die in the field of battle. He didn't have it in him to commit suicide but a warrior's death was preferable. Unfortunately, a bullet to his head or heart no longer ensured him the gift of death.

With the world on the brink of a cataclysmic disaster, he was no close to finding a solution to his death. It was at this point he decided to try the Veil of Death. All the research on the archway in the Department of Mysteries had let him learn the archway was a portal.

A portal to where remained a mystery. But, it was a portal unlike any other. The only thing he knew for sure is that anything that enters the archway never comes back.

With his world's destruction inevitable, he decided to take his chances on the Veil. On 1st September of the year 2075, Harry stepped into the Veil of Death disappearing from the world altogether.

*******

Eddard Stark was tired. Oh so tired. He was tired of war.

He never imagined all that would happen in the last two years. It all started with that godforsaken Tourney of Harrenhall.

In the beginning, it was a tourney like any other. He was not so fond of tourneys but Robert was so fond of tourneys. Besides, Lord Arryn was going to the tourney and his father along with his siblings were also expected to be present. This he went to Harrenhall and at that time he never knew it'd be the last time he would interact with his family jovially.

Rhaegar Targaryen, the Crown Prince of the Targaryen dynasty won the tourney and crowned his little sister as his Queen of Love and Beauty over the Prince's own wife. It was a pivotal moment and the Prince later absconded with Lyanna.

Eddard's elder brother Brandon Stark and many of his friends rode into the Red Keep demanding Rhaegar's head for kidnapping Lyanna. The Mad King responded by throwing his brother into the Black Cells. The Mad King executed many of those who accompanied Brandon.

Eddard's father, Rickard Stark, travelled to King's Landing and appealed to the mercy of King Aerys Targaryen. His father's pleas fell on deaf ears prompting Lord Rickard to ask for a trial for Brandon.

For this reason, the Mad King had his father burned to death while Brandon choked himself to death trying to save his father. The Mad King then sent ravens to the Eyrie ordering Lord Jon Arryn to deliver Robert's and Eddard's heads. An order the honourable lord of House Arryn refused to comply.

Instead, Lord Arryn raised his banners in rebellion to unseat the tyrant who styles himself the master of Westeros. This, the banners of falcons, direwolfs, stags and trouts were raised in rebellion. Together they crowned Robert Baratheon the King of Westeros and the war began.

A war that lasted two years, the War of Usurper the Targaryen loyalists would call it.

Eddard preferred Robert's Rebellion or maybe he sometimes preferred it'd not have taken place at all. A war that was fought for nothing in the end it'd seem.

A sigh escaped him as he rode inside the walls of Riverrun with his sister's body in tow. The war was won and Robert stood victorious over Rheagar at the Trident. Roberta was even crowned king at the Great Sept of Baelor but Eddard felt no happiness. He only felt loss, for his sister had passed away at the Tower of Joy. He had to sacrifice many of his friends to even gain access to his sister at the Tower because a bunch of men remained stubborn.

He was tired of war, tired of death. He seemed the warm halls of Winterfell where he would bury his sister beside the remains of his father and brother.

Lord Hoster and his lady wife Catelyn approached him to greet him.

"Eddard, I'm glad you finished your journey safe and sound. Please accept my condolences for your dearly departed sister. We held seven days of prayers for her soul after we learned of her fate." said Lord Hoster holding Eddard's shoulder squeezing to comfort him.

"Thank you, my lord."

Eddard didn't know what else to say as he was either numb to the empty platitudes he has been receiving from the many lords of the realm.

My daughter has been waiting for you Eddard. And you have ample cause to be merry." said Lord Hoster as he gave way for his daughter to approach Eddard.

Eddard watched two servants accompany his lady wife with two bundles in their hands.

Catelyn Tully was a beauty, there was no doubt. A beautiful bride but one he felt he did not deserve. It was Brandon who should have married Catelyn. It was Brandon who would have become the Lord of Winterfell. Edward felt as if he was stealing his brother's position.

"My lord husband." Catelyn curtsied and looked at him with her blue eyes alight with happiness and pride. Her red silken mane drifted to the silent tune of the wind.

"My lady." he acknowledged her with a nod and pressed a caste kiss to her rosy cheek.

"My lord. Meet your sons..." said Catelyn, taking one of the bundles from the servants and presented the baby to his eyes.

Eddard couldn't help but smile as he greeted his first child. A child that had quite vivid red hair and blue eyes, looking eerily similar to his Tully wife.

"He is the eldest. I thought to name him only if my lord gives me the honour." said Catelyn

Eddard nodded as it was such a simple request.

"Then how about Robb as his name. Named after your friend-the King. Robb Stark, the heir of Winterfell."

Eddard smiled and nodded. "A good name, my lady."

Catelyn handed young Robb to a servant while taking the second child into her arms.

This time when Eddard looked at the child it was all Stark. With hair as black as night and eyes as grey as many of Eddard's ancestors.

"Would not think to say they are twins at first glance. Born a few seconds younger than Robb. What shall we name him, my lord?" asked Catelyn

"Harrion. His name will be Harrion."
 
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CH2: Drums of war
All around her she saw snow. To the east, west, south and north she saw snow.

It has been six years since she became the Lady of Winterfell. Despite her long stay, she remained unaccustomed to the cold winds of the North.

Catelyn had known she would become the Lady of Winterfell one day. After all, her father had prepared her for this eventuality when Lord Rickard Stark agreed to the betrothal. She was supposed to marry Brandon Stark but her betrothed was cruelly murdered by the Mad King.

Catelyn was horrified when word reached Riverrun of the cruel end her betrothed met. She had prepared herself to be the wife of the rough Northman. Brandon was headstrong and far more temperamental than anyone she had met. She had prepared herself to be a dutiful wife to her lord husband.

Yet, it was the will of the Seven that she marry the younger Stark.

She married Eddard Stark after the rebels smashed the royalist army in the Battle of Bells. She had never seen the younger Stark brother before her wedding day. Eddard Stark had remained a ward of Lord Arryn the few times Brandon had visited Riverrun. Hence, she had never met the younger Stark brother.

Even so, she married the man her father found for her like a dutiful daughter. Their marriage brought the Riverlands and the North to an alliance. With her dear sister Lysa marrying Lord Arryn, House Tully became the lynchpin of their grand new alliance. It was an alliance strong enough to overthrow the yoke of Targaryen rule over Westeros.

She cared not for the games of High Lords. At least, she didn't care for that all too much ever since she came to Winterfell.

In Riverrun, she had to act properly and be courteous every heartbeat lest she offends someone. In the North, it was the opposite. The ladies of the North were not so welcoming towards her and graced her with distant politeness. She remembered the aloofness and disinterest shining in Lady Barbrey's eyes. The Lords of the North on the other hand treated her as if she was the Queen!

Her husband was held in great regard by the Lords of the North. The Stark name held power in the North far beyond the Tully name could garner in the Riverlands. Perhaps, this was how all the former royal houses of the old kingdoms were received. It was a change she struggled to accommodate.

Ever so slowly she was becoming far more of a child of the North than a child of the South. Before she departed from Riverrun, her uncle had warned her the people of the North were gruff in looks but hold their hearts on their sleeves. It was as her uncle said and it was refreshing in its own way.

In the North, there were no plots to usurp positions of power. The servants of the castle were not spies for rival lords. There were no rival lords, to begin with!

The Starks were loved and respected in the North. The only House of concern were the Boltons owing to the actions of their ancestors. For centuries, the Boltons have remained loyal to the Starks. Even the former Red Kings have become staunch allies as seen in the Rebellion. The Vale, Riverlands and Stormlands all had houses that rebelled against their liege lords.

In the North, this was not to be. When her husband called the banners the whole North marched under the direwolf banners. The entire North marched in one pace under one leader to cast down the tyranny of dragons. The people of the North were simple people. It is hard to earn their trust as an outsider but once the trust is established you become one of them.

This was something she loved about the North. She may have left her family home for that of her husband but she never felt Winterfell alien to her.

Well, except for the Godswood.

She could never feel welcome in the Godswood of Winterfell. She had tried to do so much to Septa Mordane's charging. Not that she held any notion of abandoning the Seven and convert to the worship of Old Gods. It's just that she tried to see the Seven in the Weirwood trees.

In Riverlands, this was the norm as many houses hosted Weirwood trees and considered them a part of their culture. They were planted close to small septs and considered to be a part of the Seven with the faces of the Seven etched on the woods. It was a long tradition dating back to the coming of Andals. Although, it was a tradition not universally followed. The Starry Sept never acknowledged such fallacies. Most Riverland houses don't consider the Starry Sept as an authority in spiritual matters especially after Aegon the Dragon liberated her people from the cruel rule of the Ironborn. This schism in the faith had led Riverlands to develop different traditions.

Catelyn touched her belly and sighed. She was carrying the fourth child of her dear husband. It was only two years ago she delivered her first daughter Sansa.

Her first daughter was named after a famed Lady of House Stark who was set to inherit Winterfell during the Conquest of Dorne. While her twin sons were born out of duty, Sansa was born from love. Her daughter was the apple of her lord husband's eye. Even at the young age of two, her daughter managed to subjugate her husband to her will. Not a night had passed without her husband caring for Sansa before she went to sleep.

Catelyn was immensely happy watching her daughter and husband sleep. Sometimes Ned would sleep with their daughter sleeping on his chest.

Catelyn never imagined she would fall in love with her husband. From an early age, she had learned love was scarce in the world when her mother passed away. As the eldest, it has been her duty to care for her siblings in the absence of her mother. She considered herself blessed for she had found love even if she married for duty.

That doesn't mean her marriage was without ups and downs. While she loved her husband dearly her only complaint would be of the bastard's presence in Winterfell.

She could understand men especially those who go out for war cannot be expected to remain faithful to their wives. They face death frequently on the battlefield. Her Septa had taught her that men fall to wicked ways because war was never meant to be of man's nature. Wars should be fought for the divine and that was the sole just war. When men fight for material gain they shall often fall prey to sin.

Catelyn could understand why her husband lay with another woman. She had learned of her husband's bastard even at Riverrun and she had forgiven him long before he even reached her home after the war. What she could not forgive was the fact that Jon Snow was set up in Winterfell long before she even set foot in the castle.

She fiercely fought for the bastard to be removed from Winterfell but her lord husband always dismissed her concerns.

'Did Ned love the woman who birthed Jon Snow that much to have the bastard grow with his trueborn children?'

This was the question that burned in her mind not to mention the threat the bastard posed against her children.

Surely, Ned should know bastards are dangerous. Surely her lord husband knows of the Blackfyre rebellions and understands the threat posed by Jon Snow to her Robb.

It'd seem despite her lord husband growing up under Lord Arryn's roof he had yet to gain the wise teachings of the Seven. Children born from sin will only thrive in sin.

If her husband refused to see the danger posed by the bastard she decided she would not let her sons remain ignorant. To that end, she decided to teach her two sons the wisdom of keeping adherence to the tenants of the Seven. It was at this point, she realized the colossal mistake she made when discarding that the North held different views about bastards.

It took her five-year-old son to teach her this lesson.

Catelyn had charged Septa Mordane to teach Robb and Harrion of morality. The first two days of their teachings remained about topics like justice, honour, chivalry, kindness etc. On the third day, Septa Mordane taught her sons about sins and the punishment the Seven dealt upon those who sin. It was there the Septa explained to her two sons about the sins of bastards.

Robb dutifully listened but Harrion, her fiercely intelligent Harrion, immediately asked a question that attacked the foundation of her faith.

"If someone sins then shouldn't the fruits or punishment of that sin be held over those who sin rather than those who could not take part in the sin?"

That question had stumped Septa Mordane who spluttered and quoted the Seven Point Star.

"The word of the Seven is unquestionable dear Harry. The Gods themselves have spoken their will."

The response that came from her son was something neither she nor Septa Mordane expected from a five-year-old.

"If your God tells you that someone has sinned just because of the circumstances of their birth, which they had no control over, then that God is evil. Those who believe such nonsense are ill in their minds and people like them are those who commit the worst of sins. The sin of willful ignorance and blind hatred!"

Septa Mordane had once again tried to correct her little Harry to no effect. The Septa had even asked her to discipline her children but she was reluctant to do so.

Despite Harrion challenging her religious beliefs, Catelyn was struck by her son's reasoning.

'Do I truly believe a child is inherently evil?'

Any mother who loved her children could not bear thinking of children as a source of evil. The mere fact that she thought of her husband's bastard as a source of sin was influenced by her own hatred of her husband's unfaithfulness. It was there she understood that her anxieties regarding Jon Snow are birthed from hatred within her mind.

She had tried not to hate her husband's bastard but it was oh so difficult. It was difficult to let go of her fear towards bastards and very difficult to not worry on her behalf.

'Would Ned set me aside for Jon Snow's mother if he could?'

This was a thought that burned in her mind. Could it be that the love that blossomed between her and her husband was an illusion? Does Ned love the mother of his bastard more than her?

All these worries inhibit her from seeing Jon Snow as just a child. She could not let these worries go from her mind that easily.

To make matters worse, her Harrion was too close to Jon Snow for her comfort. No matter how much she tried to she could not change Harrion's mind. She had subtlety tried to remove her children from playing with the bastard.

She had tried to have the bastard take his meals from the kitchen just like the servants but Harrion would take his meals from the kitchen as well with his bastard brother. Catelyn tried to persuade and even physically force Harrion away from doing so but her son would refuse to take any food.

This had caused her husband to be cross with her and she eventually allowed the bastard to take his meals with the rest of her family. Although, she would never allow the bastard a seat at the table. Again, this posed a problem as Harrion would not take his meals if Jon was not allowed the same privilege. Harrion would join Jon Snow and take his meals on the floor.

All these events created rifts between herself and her second son. She had even fought with Ned over the issue but her husband would not chastise Harrion. There was one time Ned had done so and that was on behalf of Septa Mordane who complained Harrion rejected the teachings of gods.

Catelyn still remembered the fiery argument her son made that disarmed even Ned at that time.

"If I'm to believe in the tenants of the Seven-Pointed Star then I'd have to believe the vast majority of the North is filled with heathens that ought to be put to death. I also have to consider anyone born in Essos will be going to Hell simply because they were born in the wrong culture. If this is the book I'm to get morality from then I respectfully decline those teachings. I don't need my morality to be based on ramblings of fanatics and genocidal barbarians of antiquity!"

What turned out to be a supposed chastisement resulted in Ned ordering Septa Mordane to not teach Robb or Harrion of the Seven. Since then, Ned took the boys to the Godswood to teach them of the Old Gods.

"My lady!"

Her musings were cut short as Maester Luwin called for her attention.

"Master Luwin?"

"My lady, a raven has arrived from King's Landing."

"From King's Landing?" she asked in surprise.

The capital has been silent for a long time.

"I'm afraid so, my lady. Where is Lord Stark?"

"In the Godswood with the children." she answered before a worry settled in her mind. "Has something untoward happened in the Capital?"

"Aye, my lady. War is coming to Westeros once more. Balon Greyjoy has declared himself King of the Iron Islands. The Lannister fleet anchored at Lannisport has been attacked by the Ironborn fleet. The King has called the banners."

*******

Eddard felt the gentle rustle of the leaves. The chirping of sparrows gave the Godswood normalcy that soothed his mind.

It was funny to think this is how he found peace in his life. If Brandon or Lyanna was to see him like this they would have teased him endlessly. Sadly his brother and sister passed away.

'Or maybe...' he thought, as he looked at the face carved on the heart tree.

'Maybe they are watching him from beyond.' he thought.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the trunk of the tree breathing in deep from the misty Northern air.

'If you are watching Lya I kept the promise. Your son is safe by my side and so long as I breathe he will live.'

Opening his eyes he glanced at the three children sitting on a large branch of the heart tree. The branch was not so high so he had no reason to fear for the children to fall down. He smiled at his sons chatting away excitedly over the new story he told them of the old Stark kings.

Sitting in the middle was Harrion who has an uncanny attention span and an inquisitive mind when it came to knowledge. Maester Luwin had repeatedly informed him of the sheer intelligence exhibited by Harrion. From a young age, Harrion remained inquisitive of his surroundings. Growing up, his son only seems to have expanded on this trait.

At first, Eddard had doubted Maester Luwin's observation about how alert young Harrion was. As Harrion grew to the age of three he also began to note how calm Harrion was compared to Robb or Jon. Harrion also learned to walk and talk far early than his other two sons who only managed to gurgle out sounds.

It was also noted by Maester Luwin how quick Harrion was to learn his letters and numbers. By the time Robb and Jon began learning the letters and numbers, Harrion was already reading books from Winterfell's library. If all of the above hadn't convinced him the incident with Septa Mordane convinced him of how much sharp Harrion was compared to normal children.

At first, Eddard had thought Harrion to have a specific problem against the Faith of the Seven. It turns out, he was wrong and instead his son decided that he was not going to believe in any gods.

'Belief without evidence brings less clarity to the truth. Those who do not seek truth will court ignorance. Those who do not recognize their ignorance will become a disaster to themselves and those around them.'

These were the words Harrion said to him when he had asked the reason for his son's scepticism in gods. His son apparently decided to coin the idea that there is no god.

Eddard felt that was the truth but an inconvenient truth regardless. If there was any god wouldn't they have stopped wars from happening in the world? Wouldn't gods would have stepped in and lent the righteous people aid?

These were queries Harrion raised on different occasions to which he had no answer. Even a well-learned man like Maester Luwin has struggled before Harrion's questions. Despite Harrion's scepticism of the divine his son found no discomfort in visiting the Godswood. Like him, Harrion preferred the peaceful air of the Godswood. He took notice Harrion had increased his visits to the Godswood recently. Eddard took that as a good sign.

"My love!"

Eddard looked up from his musings to see his lady wife approaching him with a parchment in her hand. His lady wife is a beautiful woman and the baby bump in her belly only increased her beauty tenfold.

Her beauty only grows as years go by, Eddard thought.

"Have you come to join us, my lady?" he asked with a smile.

He amusedly watched as Robb jumped down from the branch he was sitting on to jump into Catelyn's arms. Robb has always been far closer to his mother than Harrion.

"I'm afraid not my love."

The sombre tone in his wife's tone clued him to an unsavoury event.

"Robb, Harrion, Jon. Please take your leave."

After the children left the Godswood he turned to his wife with a raised eyebrow.

"King Robert has called his banners my love. The Ironborn have rebelled."

His wife's words were a knife to his heart. Gods he had prayed and hoped he would not have to fight another war in his lifetime. He could see why Harrion chose to believe there are no gods.

But, he could not refuse the call to arms put forth by his King.

"You could stay my love. The King will be sending the fleet to combat the Ironborn. Surely, the North lack a fleet and you will be needed to defend the shores of the North." Catelyn said, hoping to keep her husband with her family.

"I shall serve where the King commands me to serve. Knowing Robert, he will ask for me to stay by his side. It won't do to reject a King's command." said Eddard as he led his visibly disappointed wife towards the castle.

War was coming to Westeros once more and like last time he would fight as is his duty. He just hoped his children would not fight in wars. If peace could be achieved in the time of his children he would fight a thousand wars to do so.
 
Ch3: Marching off to war
Long has it been since Harry knew of love. Ever since he found out he was an immortal he had tried to live the life he had with Daphne and his daughters Stephanie and Gwyneth in full. He knew he would live to see his children and grandchildren grow old yet he lived by their side as happy as one could be. He made the best of the time he had with his family before quietly fading away into anonymity lest seekers of immortality and power target his family as a means to capture him.

The only one with whom he confided his woes was his wife. Daphne was the one who concocted the plan and made him swear to live out the rest of his life. It was her advice that gave him the strength to plough on and live the time he was gifted. She was the one who taught him how precious life was and as she said on her deathbed; All life has a purpose. But, purpose does not appear in an instant. We create a purpose in life. After I'm gone I want you to find another purpose.

When Daphne closed her eyes never to open them again, he followed her advice to the letter. He found a new purpose one that ensured he would be detached from emotional attachments. His new purpose was knowledge.

After making sure his daughters stood on their own legs he began his journey around the world. It was a changed world he stepped into as the existence of the wizarding world became public knowledge. Despite some rising tensions, he began his quest to acquire more knowledge.

Muggle or magical knowledge, didn't make a difference to Harry. He studied everything worth studying regardless of their origin. He travelled the world learning different languages, experiencing different cultures, adopting new cuisine. Those travels even helped him cope with his existence as he observed the troubles that bothered other people. His voes were trivial in comparison.

Then, the war happened.

It was inevitable in his opinion. Anyone who was intimately aware of human behaviour could have predicted war was inevitable.

Despite stringent progress within wizarding communities across the globe they failed to realize how destructive muggles and their ability to wage war can be. The muggles were not a single tribe just as the people of the wizarding world. They were more than ready to destroy themselves so long as their perceived 'enemies' were destroyed. Not to mention the political leaders of muggles were mad lunatics believing in an all-powerful God who demanded an apocalypse to 'cleanse' the unworthy from Earth.

Seriously! One would hope people have enough sense not to worship genocidal maniacs!

Nope! People were perfectly happy to trash the world so long as they were allowed in their heaven, a concept cooked up by bronze age barbarians.

Well, if one needs to get to heaven they've got to die first. Of course, this led to all religious nut jobs in the world to wage a 'holy crusade' in the name of their God.

What started as a war for resources later turned into a stupid genocidal war based on humanity's imaginary friend in the sky.

Growing up, Harry cared not a single whit about religion. It was only when he saw how religion became a mental sickness to vast proportions of people did he realize the dangers it held.

This is why he felt a deep aversion to any of the new religions of the world he found himself in. Despite coming to care for his new family he didn't like their beliefs, especially his mother's religion. The Faith of the Seven gave him too many vibes of another religion that employed some sick child molesting weirdos as priests. It felt like he was living in a cheap imitation of a medieval version of his Earth.

It was a strange world and in an even more strange way, he arrived here. Harry knew he was most likely walking to his death when he walked into the Veil but never had he imagined he would be reborn as a newborn. Sure, there were theories that the Veil was a doorway to another world but those were theories.

Either way, he was reborn into this new world as a Stark of Winterfell. Harrion they named him and he grew alongside his twin brother and half-brother in the castle of Winterfell.

It was mentally exhausting for him to bear the early years of his infancy. He retained little control over the motor functions of his body. And when he finally managed to regain a semblance of control he was constrained by the weakness of his young body. Even his magic had suffered quite a blow but surely he was growing more powerful each day.

At the age of three, he could barely make a stone lift a few inches from the ground. Now, he could cast the hovering charm easily all thanks to the Elder Wand which returned to his hand on his fifth birthday. So far, the Resurrection Stone and the Cloak of Invisibility was nowhere to be seen.

Despite his less than wobbly magical power, his access to Elder Wand gave him a certain advantage. An advantage he was going to use for the benefit of House Stark and the North.

War has been declared in the Seven Kingdoms. The land of his new family was going to war with the Ironborn who he was fascinated to note was a far worse version of ancient Vikings. While he had nothing against some bunch of barbarians on an island far away, he was not prepared to have his 'father' and the people of the North suffer needlessly in this war.

It was this decision that led him to the armoury of Winterfell. Harry felt the familiar weight of Elder Wand settle in his right-hand palm. Rows upon rows of swords, shields, armour and spears lined the armoury. More was being made by the smiths of Winterfell and Wintertown. Taking a deep breath he began his work in earnest.

It took him a while but he managed to cover enough tools of war with spells that ought to give Northerners an edge in the coming battles. Applying the unbreakable and repelling charms on chainmail, armours and other weapons he was sure there will be a far less death rate. He had already repeated this feat with his father's set of armour and shield last night.

With the deed done he quietly extracted himself from the armoury. The armoury of Winterfell was placed right at the centre of the inner walls near the courtyard. So, Harry had to walk through the courtyard to the library where he was supposed to attend the daily lessons with Maester Luwin.

On the way to the library, he slowed down his pace to watch the men train in the courtyard. With his father calling the banners of the North, Winterfell was gathering men to fight the Ironborn. More and more levies were being drawn up from the lands under Stark rule.

A lot of lords from the east and north side of Winterfell were also arriving one by one. Last he knew there were quite a few Clansmen of the Northern mountains being welcomed in the Great Hall by his father.

The library tower was one of the largest structures in the castle. Winterfell being one of the oldest castles in the Seven Kingdoms boasted a great repertory of books in the library. It was one of Harry's favourite places in the castle other than the underground hot springs, crypts and Godswood.

Standing at the base of the tower he felt like the tower was too high to climb. Well, his young legs could race all the way to the top of the tower without much strain. That was not the case for Maester Luwin who was old. Yet, the old Maester retained his stellar health while climbing the steps of this tower on a daily basis.

"The old Maester has been askin' for ye little lord." said Brown Wendell, one of the guards that usually was on guard duty at the tower.

"Is he cross with me, Wendell?" Harry asked

"Saw him lookin' all over the courtyard a moment ago. He didn't look happy to me." said Brown Wendell with a shrug.

"Are you going to fight the Ironborn?"

"Maybe, if Lord Stark would allow me, that is. The squids 'ave kept away from Northern shores from what I 'erd. Good sense if ye ask me cause we ain't like the southerners."

Harry laughed before entering the tower and began to climb the stone stairs. The tower somewhat reminded him of the towers of Hogwarts especially the owlery. While the ravens of Winterfell were kept in the Maester's tower a few of them usually hung back at the top of this tower. This made him remember his trips to Hogwarts owlery where Hedwig would be waiting for him.

As he climbed the stairs he could hear the sound of Maester Luwin teaching Robb and Jon.

"A black battle-axe on a field of silver. Which house's banner is that Robb?" asked Maester Luwin

"House Dustin?" Robb answered hesitantly.

"Wrong. Jon, what is the banner of House Dustin?" asked Maester Luwin.

"Umm… a black crown between two crossed longaxes on a field of yellow." answered Jon after taking some time to think it over.

It was at that time Harry stepped into the room with Maester Luwin eyeing him in a dissatisfied manner.

"Harrion might be able to remind us the banner of House Cerwyn." Said Maester Luwin with a pointed look.

Harry rolled his eyes as Robb looked at him with a cross look. He knew that look. His twin oftentimes was too clingy. Always wanting to join him in one of his escapades. Jon on the other hand waved at him enthusiastically and moved a bit to the side to give him a seat between Robb and the black-haired boy.

"A black double-headed battle-axe in a silver field." Harry answered, and looked at the offered seat on the small wooden bench pointedly.

"You may take the seat if you can answer this question. What are the words of House Cerwyn and the name of their castle?" asked Maester Luwin

"Honed and ready are their words. House Cerwyn's seat is called Castle Cerwyn." Harry answered and took the seat he was offered with Maester Luwin's permission.

"Where were you this time Harry?" asked Maester Luwin leaning over the large book he was holding.

"Just here and there." he answered evasively.

"How many times have I told you to be on time for your lessons?"

"Many times Maester Luwin. I shall endeavour to be on time from now on."

"This is what you said yesterday when I had to drag you out of the Crypts."

"But, I heard a sound that led me deep into the crypts. I swear it was the Builder." Harry said with an exaggerated whisper at the name of their famed ancestor.

Robb was now looking excited while Jon looked scared. It has been his bit of entertainment to tell ghost stories to Jon who was scared of ghosts. Robb on the other hand was excited and wanted to see the 'ghosts' his twin kept talking about.

"There are no such things as ghosts Harry." said Maester Luwin, who eyed him with a warning look as he patted Jon on his head. "Jon, your brother is only trying to scare you. There are no ghosts in the crypts of Winterfell."

"I know what I saw. Only those with Stark blood can see the Builder."

"Is he strong? Did he teach you his magic?" asked Robb, all but jumping in his seat with excitement.

"I'm learning but I'm just a novice compared to the Builder. When I'm grown I'll build a wall twice as big as the one we have right now." said Harry with a smirk.

"Yes! But one with steel this time! And it should be around Winterfell. Bad men won't be able to attack Winterfell that way." said Robb

Harry had to admit his twin had some weird ideas floating in his head. But, he got to admit, the kid sure has a vivid imagination.

"Harry! How many times have I told you…?" Maester Luwin trailed off as they all listened to a horn being blown in the distance.

"It's from the north gate!" said Jon

Robb and Jon raced towards the window side and began to pull a chair near the window. They began to climb over the chair and onto the window to see what was happening. Harry also joined in on the fun but he was given assistance by Maester Luwin who gave him a lift.

Harry saw his two brothers' eyes shine with excitement as they saw men marching in lines behind long lines of horses and on the far back, they could see carts being drawn by bulls.

"Who are they?" asked Robb excitedly.

Winterfell getting filled with banners had turned his two brothers into excitable little hell raisers.

"A white sun on a field of black are their banners. Surely they must be of House Karstark." said Harry

"Right you are young Harry. It'd seem we will have to cut our lessons short." said Maester Luwin

The excited yell let out by Jon and Robb was amusing to watch for Harry who was reminded of his two children. At the same time, his smile disappeared as he trained his eyes on the marching men. He held no notion that most of these men were going to return alive or even whole. War always took some toll be it life, injury or the mind itself.

He just hoped his enchantments would help save as many lives among the Northern army as possible.
 
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ATP

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End of world in 2075? i feel offended.We,humans manage do that before 2040.You insulted our entire species !
Jokes aside - Church in medieval times do not belived in magic.Witch hunt started with reneissance.

Now,what kind of magic he still have ? if you gave him all he had,then he could take on Others,Drowned god,Kadath and Asshai with one hand.And it would be boring.

So,which lady he would get? becouse harem route would be boring,too.
 

ATP

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He can use the Elder Wand. But, the limitations will be clear in the next chapter.

I've not thought about pairings.
Harem is not my cup of tea.

So,he could win against humans,but Others could be problem.No harem - good,it is harder to write good harem story then normal romance.Gave him some northern lady,no matter which one.Or maybe wildling.Children of the forest - probably no any available left.
 

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