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      Convergence of Fates

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      by Gladiusx A more determined Harry Potter faces down the Dark Lord in the Forbidden Forest that day. Instead of perishing to the cursed flames, Harry awakens eleven years old once more, yet the world has changed…
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      No Joy in Command

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      by Gladiusx After Jon Snow witnesses the end of the world only to wake up at a different time, a time with flying, fire-breathing lizards roaming the skies, he decides he’s too tired for this shit and decides to fish. Literally.
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      Shrouded Destiny

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      by Gladiusx The Song is sung, and the Dawn is won, but the victory is bittersweet, and the cost is too high. Yet there is little that could not be done with magic if you were willing to pay the price. Dues are paid, fates are changed, and even destiny itself is covered with a shroud. AU + Time travel. Or alternately:
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      Epilogue-The Stormlords’s Plight

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      by Gladiusx There are many theories about King Jon Stark III's mother. Some more outrageous claims propose that Jon Stark was the fruit of a sordid affair between Queen Rhaella Targaryen and Lord Eddard Stark, but offer no proof. The Breaker himself claims not to know who his mother was, as Lord Eddard Stark passed away before he could tell him. Another popular theory is that his mother was the late Lady Ashara of House Dayne. While this…
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      38.Unforeseen Consequences38.Unforeseen Consequences

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      by Gladiusx Disclaimer: I don't own HP, GOT, or ASOIAF. Would have finished the last two properly if I had.Edited by Bub3loka 12th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Sarella Sand, the North "We could still turn back," Nymeria whispered, her hands trembling beneath the folds of a heavy green cloak. She was wrapped in layers upon layers of cloth like a newborn babe, but she still shivered. The cold northern wind paid no heed to Dornish finery or womanly grace. Gone were the silks and gauzy cottons they had…
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