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HP transmigrated into Domeric Bolton (GOT and HP crossover)

Harry Potter dies at the age of 28 in an accident by falling through the Veil. His soul travels through dimensions and end up in the body of 7 year old Domeric Bolton who recently died due to a horse accident. Plus, If you like my work and want to support me, then please do so at- patreon.com/ankit1 Upto 100 additional chapters in Patreon.

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Chapter 378

She spent the rest of the day in the courtyard, watching as the Bolton infantry and the personal guards fought tooth and nail against the Lannister men who raised numerous ladders up against the wall and tried to climb the wall at any cost while the archers and Crossbowmen stood on the towers and rained arrows upon arrows on the enemies.

Every minute or so someone will get injured and will have to retreat from the front lines

Three hours after the battle started, Lord Bolton gave some new orders and the men who had been fighting so far came down from the battlements to recover while the Infantry until that had been kept in reserve so far went up to take their place.

Meanwhile she did what little she could to act as a nurse and help the injured.

The battle continued till late at evening and while the men were rotated two more times, Lord Bolton and the other commanders didn't leave their position even once.

Every so often she would send one of her guard to ask about the status of the battle and he would return with a smile and tell her that they were winning. And not only were they winning but they were winning by a huge margin.

She couldn't believe it as from her position, the people she saw that were injured or died belonged to their side but the guard told her that they were slaughtering the Lannister army out there.

She was skeptical but chose to believe him.

It was late at evening when she heard a loud horn outside the Walls and then the sound of the fighting started to die down and she learned that the Lannister army was retreating.

She saw Lord Bolton finally climbing down from the battlements. But instead of resting like how she expected him to, he told Ser Barristan told hold the fort, took his cavalry as well as the Direwolves and the Wyverns and left the castle.

"Where is he going?" she asked Ser Barristan once the gates were closed behind him.

"To end the war against the Lannisters." Ser Barristan replied.

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DOMERIC BOLTON POV

His men were tired. He knew that. A whole day of fighting would leave anyone exhausted.

Tywin Lannister had not gone easy in this attack and had throw all his troops in that hope that his defenses would break and the Lannister army would be able to enter the Castle but no such thing happened.

His men repelled all attacks from the Lannister army and by the end of the day, there was a small mountain of corpse outside their gates.

By the time Tywin realized that his gamble has failed, he had only 6000 men remaining in his army.

At that point, even Tywin probably understood that if he sent any more men at the wall then his men would ignore his command and desert him then and there.

In the end, Tywin choose to take what was left of his once great army and started going down South. Not knowing that he had already lost the war.

He as took his cavalry and rode after the remnants of the Lannister army, he called his Wyvern riders with the magical mirror and told them to take the Wildfire bombs they had and drop them on top of the retreating army.

The Wyverns followed his orders and a few minutes later, he could see small explosions happen in the distance as the Lannister army finally broke and scattered in all directions.

But even as the army was routed, he could see that the main core of the Lannister army still held strong and was still in the process of retreating South.

Using the telescope, he found that Tywin and his other commanders were the one who were in this group and called off the air attack.

Then he gave a fierce grin and told Varko and Bark to both take 1/3rd of the cavalry and attack from left and right while he went full commando with his direwolves and tore right through the remaining men.

By the end of the hour, he had Tywin and some of the most influential lords in Westerlands tied in front of him.

"Lord Tywin." He said to the old man who continued to glare at him "Your reign of terror ends here."