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259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden Rick is rather eager to go to war, now that Father has agreed to sit as castellan in Winterfell. They say that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell—as if I’m not one! Still, I can’t help but be a bit worried, even if the Starks of Winterfell boast a full suit of tailored plate, not inferior to the finest southron knights. The Old Gods know that war is never safe, and fighting at sea has never been House Stark’s strength. Even Father wished…-
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard Silver-gold hair that shone like molten silver in the torchlight, eyes of Valyrian purple, and a pale, delicate face that was ethereal, beautiful like no other. He had seen this eerie, almost inhuman charm only in the Others, and even their features slanted towards cold and sinister instead of beautiful. She did not announce her name, but she did not need to. The kingsguard addressed her with respect that even a lady of a great house would not…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The House of the Dragon was a wreck. Her cousin Maegor had been drowning himself in wine and Tyroshi brandy ever since that day, and she had only seen him once, as drunk as a man could ever be, swaying on the way to his quarters. For good or ill, her brother had remained in his room, still refusing to leave or see anyone. Would her grandfather truly wed another woman? Rhaella could not say if those words were spoken to pressure her in grief or were…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Weary King He was a man twice wed now, now to a younger, more beautiful wife than Betha, but it did not make him feel any better. Even though he knew the necessity of the act, guilt coiled in his belly like a cold, serpentine knot that left him feeling restless all over. Worse, he had found some joy in the young woman in his bed, and it felt like the greatest betrayal. When the door slid open, the red, slender figure marched into his solar, finding him pacing across…
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14th Day of the 3rd Moon, 303 ACJon Snow Eyes closed, he focused on slipping his mind into the black-feathered bird on the desk before him. "Fool, fool," Mormont's raven cawed at him, making Jon halt his attempts with a snort. With a sigh, he stood up and tossed a few kernels of corn to the crotchety bird, who greedily began pecking at them. Maybe he was a fool. With quite some effort, Jon could slip into the minds of other animals. He had the easiest time with horses and ravens, but it took…-
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259 AC, The Trident The Wandering Bastard “Greetings. I am Jon Snow of the North.” He motioned towards Tormund, who obediently remained silent. “And this is my squire.” It was not a lie, but it was far from the whole truth. But the truth would do him no good and beggar belief. Jon had contemplated offering up a lie, building up some ambiguous background of a noble scion from a decaying but prestigious house, but had quickly thought the better of it. After all, he had already introduced…
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Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon Snow The sky was dotted by a veil of torn-up clouds as if heralding the bloody savageness that would take hold of the Seven Kingdoms soon. It certainly heralded Jon Snow’s impending predicament. Some days, it felt as if the gods themselves were mocking him. His desire for peace and solitude in this time, which was not his own, felt so strangely impossible, as if to spite his ambition to become a fisherman. This was not his fight. This…-
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Harry Potter universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of Joanne K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership. Edited and beta-read by Himura, Bub3loka, Ash, and Kingfishlong. 14th of December 1994, Wednesday (7 days later) Narcissa Cornelius Fudge was by no means a pleasant man, but he was a clever one, at least in small matters. Useless fools could never climb to the top of the Ministry. He was an…-
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1st of November 1994, Tuesday Harry “I have no enemies, nor any feuds, I swear. Neither does my boy… help me, Headmaster, please.” Harry awkwardly shuffled his weight from one leg to the other, feeling completely out of place, even though Trelawney had yet to notice him. Nevertheless, he didn’t dare to ease his magic and reveal his presence. The poor woman did not know the man she had so dearly loved was merely a husk controlled by the dark lord, and even if she did, it would do her no…
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The end of October 1994 Ron Weasley The school year was in full swing. Even though Voldemort had returned, not much had changed for Ron. Wizarding Britain seemed as peaceful as ever, and whatever happened on the Continent seemed too distant. He trained harder, and the D.A. meeting had grown solemn, yes, but the rest of the school was much the same, if with the addition of a handful of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. The former were all proud and haughty, while the latter were…
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