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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the ASOIAF universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of GRRM; I make no claim to ownership. Year 306 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon Snow The Bay of Ice Fools oft used to say the world would end in fire. But now, they feared it would end in ice. Jon was no different. Warmth, let alone fire, was merely a distant dream. But it was a dream that came to him every time he closed his eyes, the…-
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7th of November, Thursday "Enough theory for now," Flitwick squeaked out, much to Diana's relief. The endless stream of words about the difference between visualisation and will and how essential it was for casting had her feeling numb. Her wrist, too, after writing it down with a damned quill. At least she stopped blotching her ink all over the parchment. "Now, let us return to the levitation charm-" Diana tuned out the diminutive Charms master and stared at the white feather on the desk before her…-
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259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard Blood bloomed across the snow like a crimson flower as Jon cautiously inched closer, stretching his senses. But there was no danger, only silence amidst the trees and the snow. The singer was dead. It was alone, too. He felt nothing at the sight, as if he had killed just another hare, but his eyes studied the fallen creature regardless. Dark brown skin, dappled with pale spots like a deer. It possessed a child’s stature, but its nose was too flat to be…-
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12th Day of the 7th MoonMelisandre of Asshai Her dreams were short, yet cursed like always - respite and agony intertwined. Before, Melisandre felt rested after an hour of sleep, yet… now, it was steadily growing. Two moons ago, her evening rest had already increased to two hours, and now, to her horror, it was steadily approaching three. And Melisandre of Asshai loathed sleeping and the dreams that came with it even more. 'Melony,' It was a woman's cry, followed by a man's voice, 'Lot…-
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17th of January, Tuesday 1995 (2 days later) Harry Potter Perhaps Scrimgeour had sensed something was amiss, because his vigilance had only heightened. That left them with only one last card left to play—Arthur Weasley. The outcome of the elections now rested on his shoulders. “Thank you for agreeing to meet on such short notice, Mr Weasley,” Harry said as they sat in a private room in an old, unassuming pub on the outskirts of Blackburn, far away from any prying Muggle or magical…
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13th of June, Saturday, 1992 "I want the Quidditch Cup in my office next June!" Slughorn looked extremely disappointed that morning as the Slytherins prepared to depart. "What happened this year is absolutely unacceptable." With the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams gutted, the Cup would have been decided between the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuff had clenched the Quidditch Cup by a hair's breadth, their first victory in nearly two decades. "Yes, Professor," Marcus…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The weather remained mercurial, the dark clouds choked the skies each day, sometimes spiced with flashes of thunder and a torrent of rain. The year grew to its zenith, yet the expected heat wave had yet to arrive. The new Grand Maester claimed the days were starting to shorten and that fall would soon arrive. Her grandsire’s nameday was fast approaching, and with it, her departure for Sunspear as Rhaella fell into restless…
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11th Day of the 9th MoonThe Onion Knight The lord's room was as bare as before, save for the two chairs and the study desk strewn with parchment, where he conducted Shireen's lessons. "Davos," Stannis let out a feeble, raspy cough from his bed. "The lessons are taking too much from me. The poppy is wearing off again." "The air in Driftmark is easier on your lungs, according to Cressen, m'lord." "I will not die-" if the wet, sickly cough made the smuggler worry, the dark blood splattering on the…
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18th Day of the 4th Moon, 303 ACMeera Reed, Beyond the Wall Darkness had fallen, and the half-moon shone ominously from above, illuminating the twisted snow-covered forest. The dead were almost upon them, and there was no escape. After Bran had been marked, the wights and their icy masters always knew how to find them, no matter how far they went. The half-dead Benjen Stark had managed to help them escape… for a time. Yet, his horse was alive, and like all living things, it would eventually tire.…-
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1st of June 1992, Monday Harry His nightmares continued. Once or twice a week, Harry would awaken in a cold sweat. Compared to his previous life, the dreams were painless and foggy, and he couldn't remember anything. Except for a pair of malevolent red eyes. Alas, asking Hermione or Dumbledore for help and advice was no longer an option. After consulting with Madam Pomfrey and sifting through the library, he concluded that they were just regular nightmares. Even his attempts to clear his mind…
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