329 My SI Stash #29 - Rise Of Jon Stark Targaryen by Y-T3cH (HarryPotterXGameofThrones)

-Author released this new fic as the sequel to his Richard Hendricks SI fic~ It's quite fun if you're into the whole OP-MC shtick, and also the magic not being nerfed to death is great to see!

Synopsis: One day, during the morning jog at Potter Mannor, I came across a weird tree with a face carved on it. Next thing I knew, I was sitting on a table, gasping for breath, with a small cloth hiding my junk and a lot of deadly scars on my chest. A sequel to Rise of Richard Hendricks. Self Insert. Jon X Dany

Rated: M

Words: 45K

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

I wake up with a gasp and find myself lying on a wooden table, almost naked with just a small cloth protecting my privates. I instantly get a migraine as clashing identities and knowledge settle into my mind.

I am Richard Hendricks. I am Chuck Bartowski. I am Shawn Spencer. I am Harry Potter. I am… I look around. And see, Ser Fucking DAVOS looking at me as if he has seen a ghost. I realize that I am Jon Snow/ Targaryen.

This should not have happened. I wasn't brought here by the ASB. I knew that. I always recognized his special band of power.

Last I remember I was Harry Potter. I had barely been in the world of Harry Potter for two decades. Last I remember, I was at Potter Manor with my wife and children. I had just woken up in the morning and had gone on a run around the grounds like I always did. During that run, I saw a weird tree. A tree I had never seen before on Potter Grounds. A tree with red leaves and whitebark, with a face carved into the trunk of the tree. A face, whose eyes were bleeding red sap.

When I went for a closer look to investigate... For the lack of a better term, I was zapped. I was zapped from my current body and from the Harry Potter world as I had come to call it. And now I find myself here. In the Rape, Murder, Kill world of Game of Thrones.

And if what I am guessing is correct then this is probably the worst time to enter the series. If Jon Snow aka ME, was just resurrected then I am probably at the start of season 6.

The war of five kings is over and much of the armies of North and Riverlands is exhausted. Winterfell is occupied by Boltons. Sansa is probably just escaped and is on her way here. And in Essos, Dany has been abducted by Dothraki.

I look around and see Ser Davos and my direwolf look at me in surprise and confusion. Then I look down at my naked body and see chest wounds. A lot of chest wounds. That should have killed me. That did kill Jon Snow.

Fuck me!

Gasping in panic, I try to get up and run but immediately stumble.

Fortunately, I am caught by Ser Davos before I hit the ground.

"Hey Easy, Easy, Easy.", He says grabbing me before I fall. Then the Red Woman, Milasandre enters the room, looking shocked at my living breathing form.

"What do you remember?", I hear Davos ask.

"Everything.", Is my only reply.

Davos tries to comfort me by squeezing my shoulder. I look into Jons last memories as I continue.

"They stabbed me.

Olly…. Put a knife in my heart.

They… They betrayed me.

I shouldn't be here." When I say the last part I mean literally. I shouldn't be here. I am supposed to be in HP universe right now.

"The Red Lady brought you back.", Davos helpfully replies.

It seems that is the only prompting Red Lady requires as she glides through the room and falls to her knees as she nears me.

She takes my face in her hands and asks in a serious, curious and urgent tone, "Your Eyes are Green and Glowing…!

Afterwards… What did you see? Where did you go?"

I think for a moment. This is a very important question. Obviously, I am shocked when she says the first part. I am pretty sure Jon Snow had brown eyes or according to the books, grey eyes. Green eyes belonged to Harry Potter aka ME, in my… I guess previous life. Wait! Does that mean, I can do magic here too?!

"Afterwards… What did you see? Where did you go?" She repeats the question. I need to play this carefully. And I need to experiment as soon as I am alone.

"I saw everything… I was everywhere and nowhere at once. I met the Gods. We talked. They sent me back. They said I have a destiny. I need to save the World.", I said. Though I did realize, I was bullshitting for the sake of strengthening my position, I couldn't help but have a very strong suspicion that I was right and the Old Gods had somehow managed to hijack my last life and bring me here.

And looking at Melisandre's face, I can see it was everything she was hoping for.

"The Lord let you come back for a reason. Stannis was not the prince who was promised but someone has to be."

"I am sorry to say My Lady, I was not your god that sent me back. I think it was mine. I think it was the Old Gods."

It seems she did not like that statement, by the look on her face.

"Could you give us a moment?", Davos asked her to leave not so politely. She complied but only because it seemed she needed to get her thoughts in order.

"You were dead. And now you are not. It is completely fucking mad, seems to me. I can only imagine what it seems to you.", Davos said shaking his head with one hand squeezing my shoulder in sympathy.

"I did what I thought was right and this is how they repay me. Why?" Yes, I recalled what Jon Snow did. And as I recalled it I felt equal parts dread and equal parts exhilaration. The reason, not all things were like it seemed in the show. Unlike in the show when Jon only managed to get a few thousand Free Folk South of the Wall, here he succeeded in getting over 35 thousand wildlings down south of the wall, along with 3000 giants and thousands of Mammoths. Right now all of them were in a temporary camp in the Gift. I guess some had come to take over Castle Black to get revenge in my name.

"I don't know. Maybe we will never know. What does it matter? You go on. You fight for as long as you can. You clean up as much of the shit as you can." Goddam man. That one hell of a motivational speech. And it is something I can get behind.

"I don't know how to do that. But I would appreciate any help and guidance you can give me.", I told him with a small smile.

"I am not going anywhere Jon." He replies with a smile and another reassuring shoulder squeeze.

He leaves the room to give me some time to change. As soon as he leaves the room, I sit down on the same table I woke up on in a lotus position and start mediating. Hoping and praying that my magical core is still there.

'YES!', I exclaim internally as I find my magical core almost immediately. Concentrating on it, caressing it, channelling it, I gently push it down my right shoulder, through my arm, into my hand and at the tip of my index finger and mentally imagine a small lighter like flame. A bright orange though small flames ignite's itself on my index finger and it brings a smile to my face.

Yes! This changes things. Oh, yes, it does.

XxxxX

Sometime later as I walk out my solar, I see wildlings and some of my loyal Black brothers look at me in shock. It is understandable. Just over an hour ago, I was dead.

As I walk into the courtyard, the men part like the water had parted for Moses, as I see Tormund Giantsbane and it seems he is just as in as much shock as others are.

"They think you are some kind of god. The man who returned from the dead."

"I am not a god. But if it helps I met one while I was on the other side."

It seems to shock him but he soon gets a hold of himself after giving me a look that says, 'We are going to talk about that.'

"I know that you are not a god. I saw your pecker. What kind of God would have a pecker that small?" he says in a fake whisper that is loud enough for everyone in the courtyard to hear.

Then he laughs and hugs me. I hug him back. From Jons memories, he is a good, loyal friend. I am going to need those in the future.

I move toward my other friend Edison Tollet. He instantly hugs me. "Your eyes are no longer brown. They are green. And they are glowing! Is that still you in there?" He asks only half-seriously.

"I think so. Hold off on burning my body for now." We both laugh at little at that.

"That's funny. You are sure that still you in there." Then both of us laugh a little louder this time. Though internally I was wincing as Edd was on the mark.

XxxxX

After that, I have all the Black brothers except the ones who have stabbed me released and granted mercy. They are of course released on the condition that they remain loyal this time, failing to do so would lose them their heads.

Then I head back to my Solar to plan. Since I have to execute the traitors anyways I decided that I might as well take a chance and try something that would, in turn, solve a lot of my future problems. I am of course talking about, proving to the Southern Lords that the Others are coming. And the best way to do that is to have wrights, to demonstrate.

So I order, arrangements to be made outside of the Wall near the forest for the men to be hanged. When doing so I make sure their hands and legs are triple bound, just in case my plan actually works and they do become wrights.

I execute them the next day. And leave them to hang in the open. Hoping against hope that they would turn into wrights.

The day after that, one Black Brother out of the two I had left to monitor them, comes running into Castle Black.

"The demons are alive. DEMONS! Their eyes have turned blue. They are alive again.", as soon as he says that, most of the Black Bother's including me ride out the place they were hanged and see the now reborn, yet still hanging zombies, were trying to get free so that they could slaughter all people that still count as living surrounding them.

As I looked around I could see the horrified faces of the Black Brothers that were not at Hardholm and had temporarily sided with Throne when I was killed. I, on the other hand, was sporting a blinding grin.

"Told you so.", Tomund Giants bane says in a huff. Feeling vindicated know that the truth is known by most of the black brotherhood.

"We need to kill them." One of the Black Brothers says. "Kill it with fire." One other brother replies.

"We are not going to kill them, you idiots. We need them as proof if we want to convince the Lords in the South that the Dead are real, That the Wrights are Real, That the White Walkers and Night King are real. And most importantly the real war is coming for us. And if they don't help, we are all fucked.

Ed, get them boxed up and locked down tight and move them to Castle Black.", I command and though everyone still seems horrified for a variety of reasons, no one objects.

Pretty soon they are boxed up and moved to the dungeons of Castle Black under constant guard of twenty to make sure they don't escape.

XxxxX

"I was with you at Hardhome. I saw what's out there. We know it's coming here. Fuck a few days ago all the Black Brothers saw what is coming for us! Yet You are choosing to leave us, NOW?", my Friend Edd says in frustration as he sees me packing up my shit in my room.

"I died Edd. I fulfilled my vows. Now my watch has ended. And don't forget we need to prepare the North and the rest of Westeros for the White Walkers. I can't do that from Castle Black. I need to go south. I need to retake Winterfell. I need to reunite the north and then convince the other realms to send help as well. Or we all die." I told him.

"There has to be another way, Jon! We need you here! You are now the most respected and feared commander of the Night's Watch, Ever! We need you here, leading us if we want to have a chance to beat them!", Edd said pleading.

I stopped packing for a second and faced one of my best friends from memories of Jon. I placed one hand on his cheek as I said.

"When the Walkers come. When the Real War is here. I will be here as well. Hopefully with an army of tens of thousands of soldiers and supplies that will be necessary to beat the Night King.

As you said Edd, you were with me at Hardholm. You saw Night King add over Seventy Thousand foot soldiers to his army. And I stress on the word ADDING, as Night King has had 8000 years to his army. An army's whose real size we have no idea about.

Edd you tell me, can Nights Watch, now numbering barely 600 with no more men or supplies coming from the South... Will it be able to stop the Night King?", I left the question hanging and Edd's face scrunched up in contemplation, showing a lot of fear a few seconds later, as he shook his head in the negative.

So Edd finally realized, he didn't like what I had to do, but he understood it.

Then the horn blew and a distant shout of 'Open the gates was heard.'

I gave a small smile unseen by Ed, as we moved to see what the commotion was. Sansa was here.

XxxxX

Just like in the show, A bathed and fed Sansa sat in front of me.

"Your eyes changed.", she said looking at me intriguingly as she sipped her bad ale.

"Aye." I just replied smiling.

"Why did they change?", she asked.

"I died and came back different. Came back more…", I told her shrugging. Initially, when I told her I had died, she didn't believe it. What sane person would? Then I had shown her my scars. There was a lot a shock followed by crying when I showed her my bare chest. Finally, she had calmed down after assurances that I was fine.

"More?", said asked in confusion. She looked really cute and beautiful when she did so. But I had already decided, that Dany was going to be the one for me. So as much as I wanted to start something with the beautiful redhead, who was my cousin and not my sister, in reality, I wouldn't.

"More.", I replied igniting a small flame at the tip of my finger. Her expression was akin to a deer caught in headlights.

"HOW?!", she all but exclaimed looking at me doing magic.

"Think of it as Old God's gift. We are going to need all the gifts and help if we want to fight the dead."

"You really are telling the truth, aren't you? About the dead I mean.", she said looking down.

"Yes."

"Then we need to take back Winterfell and unite the North.", she said with a hard face.

"Aye. We need to. Don't look so shocked. I am done with the Night's Watch. When I died, murdered by my sworn brothers, my watch ended. Even if you hadn't found me I would have found my way down South to rescue you."

She gave me a warm smile at that, which as it went on, bordered on crying.

"But we need to make plans. If we want to reunite north and take back Winterfell, then we will need an army." I said.

"How many wildlings did you save?", she tried to nudge me in the right direction.

"35000 or so and 3000 giants. But I can't ask them to fight for me. They vowed to fight in the Long Night, not squabbles between Lords."

"Do you think they will be safe under Boltons as the Wardens of the North. The moment they will be looking the other way, Boltons will come and kill every last one of them. The only choice we have to take the offensive."

"Sansa since when did you start talking battle strategy?"

"Since I lost most of my family and lived through multiple wars.", she said with a hardened face that promptly cracked and she started crying. I did not waste a moment going to hug her to try and console her.

XxxxX

"…. Return my wife to me or I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman and babe. Then I will sack Castle Black and have the men in my army take turns raping your sister.

Ramsay Bolton,

Lord of Winterfell,

Warden of the North", Sansa read the complete letter and even though I had only been in this body for two weeks I was still fiercely protective of any family I had. Unfortunately, I also knew, Rickon had to die or will die. I can't be crowned the king of the North and then eventually Westros otherwise.

Bolton was going to die and it would be just as painful as it was in cannon or even more so.

"Ramsay is now the Lord of Winterfell and not Roose. Ramsay killed him. Jon, we need to take back Winterfell."

I just nod my head and look to Tormund, Giants Bane.

He looks in acceptance and asks his own question to Sansa. "How many men does this Bolton have?"

"Five to Six thousand. I once heard him talking to his father about it.", Sansa replied.

"How many men would be willing to fight for me Tormund.", I asked my friend.

"Right now. Ready to march and fight. Three thousand. The rest either need to remain to protect the free folk or are children and old people."

"That is more than I expected." It really was more than it was in the show. If I remembered correctly it was 2000 men and 1 giant. The last surviving giant.

"I might also be able to convince a few dozen giants to help us.", That was a shock and an obvious advantage.

"I appreciate it Tormund, I mean it."

"Hah! Appreciate it he says. Little crow do you even know what my people think of you. They think you old god reborn the way you came back from the dead. And if that's not enough you did save them from dying and being brought back as wrights in Others army.

Don't worry your pretty little head little crow. We will fight for you and we will win for you.", he said thumping my back. And they were smiles all around the table. But Sansa had a look in her eye that I could not decipher.

XxxxX

Chapter 2

JON

"We can't defend the north from walkers and the south from Boltons. To survive we need to take Winterfell and to take Winterfell we need more men." I said throwing stones marked with Stark banner on the map of the north.

I and my impromptu council was sitting in one of the rooms of Caste Black discussing strategies to take back the North from Boltons.

Those attending this council included me, Sansa, Ser Davos, Lady Tarth and Tormund Giantsbane. But the last one was probably here just to creep Lady Brienne out, by continuously ogling her like she was a particularly appetizing piece of meat.

"Aside from Starks and Boltons, the most powerful houses in the North are Umbers, Karstarks and the Manderlys. The problem is the Umbers and the Karstarks have already declared for Boltons.", Ser Davos analysed.

"The Umbers gave Rickon to our enemies. They can hang.", Sansa said spitefully, and I had to agree with her internally.

"But the Karstarks declared for the Boltons without knowing that they had another choice.", Sansa continued.

"The problem, Sansa, is that Robb chopped off Lord Karstarks head when they were campaign in the South. After that, I don't think they will ever kneel to the Starks willingly. The only way to bring them back into the fold would be to defeat them on the field.", I said chiming in. And Ser Davos gave me a nod agreeing with my assessment.

"Jon how can you say that. You know Northerners are a different breed of men. More loyal. Suspicious of the outsiders.", Sansa protested.

"Look, Sansa, I am not disagreeing with you. But how many rose up against Boltons when they took Winterfell? When you were forcefully married to a Bolton Bastard.

Sansa, men are all the same in every part of the world. As loyal as they might be, no man wants to fight for a lost cause if the consequence of it is getting his wife and children skinned and killed.", I tried reasoning with her. That just made her angrier.

"So what? Do you want to give up? Leave the north under the thumb of Boltons?"

"I didn't say that Sansa. I am saying that so far they didn't have a cause to rally behind. Now we give them a cause.

Right now other houses except for Bolton vassals and Umbers and Karstarks might not have risen up in rebellion against the Boltons. But... But they have not committed their support to them either. There are over two dozen houses in the North. Most of them are waiting for a rallying cry. Waiting for someone to take up the cause and raise the banner so they could rally behind. We will give them that Sansa."

When I told her that, not just her but everyone in the room seemed pleased with the reasoning.

"And it's not like we are going in this without any army our own. 3000 men and 30 giants can do a lot of damage.", I continued.

"Yes but, Boltons, Karstarks and Umbers put together can pool around 11,000 men.", Lady Tarth said trying to play the realist.

"Yes well, that just means we need more men, doesn't it. Time to start approaching the Northern Lords to get their help.", I said with a shrug and a smile trying to cheer everyone up.

"I might have some news that might be helpful. Uncle Blackfish has reformed the Tully army and retaken Riverrun. If we ask they will back us to the bone.", that got everyone's attention.

"Sansa… Just how did you come to know this information.", I asked gently.

She obviously lied saying that Ramsay got a raven regarding that information before she escaped. Then it hit me. Sansa might be my cousin sister. And I might love her like a sister. But at the end of the day, even after all she has been through, she sees me as a tool to help her take back what is hers. She wants to be the queen of Winterfell and the North.

Well shit. I can't let that happen. I will have to control her impulses and actions. But I will also need to solidify my own position in the North and make it strong enough that Riverlands and Vale bend the knee to me before Dany arrives. When I go to negotiate with her, I will need to do it from a position of strength.

As the meeting was dismissed and everyone decided to pack as they needed to leave Castle Black to work on getting those alliances a

rudimentary yet very good plan started taking shape in my mind.

XxxxX

First stop to cement our alliance was to go to the wildlings camp and confirm with them that they would actually show up when we would need them.

It went pretty much as it did in the show. The only differences being that instead of 2000 we got 3000 men and 30 giants.

Then instead of going to Bear Island, I decided to first go to White Harbour. Along with Karstarks and Umbers, Manderlys were perhaps the most powerful house that could support us.

For the meeting with Manderlys, I had a three-point strategy. One was to take one of the Wights in the boxes with us to White Harbour, and do a live demo regarding how deep of a shit we are in. The second was to take 10 Giants with me as a pure intimidation tactic. The third was to fake a letter with Robb's writing, seal and ample compulsion charms that the letter was genuine and to do what the letter said.

Using additional compulsion charms, you would also convince the target aka Lord Manderly that he got the letter when Robb was alive and fighting in the South.

What is the letter you ask? Well, the letter was basically the last Will of Robb Stark, Legitimizing me as Jon Stark instead of Jon Snow and then making me the Heir to Winterfell and the King of the North. Also attached was a note for the Lord who possessed the letter to take it to Castle Black, where, as per the order in the Letter, I would be Honourably Discharged from the Night's Watch, and take my place as the King of The North and Lord Stark of Winterfell should Robb fall in battle.

So when I would ask for a private audience with Lord Manderly and hand him the letter, he would feel and remember as if he had a letter all along and it was his own cowardice for not wanting any more bloodshed that stopped him from acting on the letter. He would also feel an unbearable sense of shame that would compel him to beg for forgiveness, declare me the King of the North as per Robbs last Will and support my claim on Winterfell.

When I went to negotiate with Manderlys, I had purposefully sent Ser Davos and Sansa to talk and convince Lord Hornwood, who would likely say yes and pledge small force to our cause. The reason for not taking them was simple, I didn't want anyone to catch on to what I was up to, and since those two were the closest to me, it was very likely that without the use of spells they would soon come to suspect that something was off with the Manderlys.

XxxxX

When Wylis Manderley came to greet me and my Giant companions at the gates of White Harbour he was shocked. And as intended, very intimidated looking at the Giants.

When later in Manderly great hall in front of Lord Wyman Manderly, his family and the rest of his court, I told them the story of how I was killed and was resurrected by the Old Gods to save the world and defeat the White Walkers. They, of course, like any sane human would became suspicious and started scoffing at my claims.

That scoffing soon turned to horrified gasps and screams of shock when I showed them my scars and unveiled Wight Olly. When it almost bit off Lord Manderly's head before it was yanked back and put in the box, everyone was a believer.

Then I asked for a private audience with Lord Manderly. Once alone, I slipped him the letter and it took effect. Within seconds, he was doing his best to kneel with his over 200 kilograms of weight and asking for mercy and forgiveness. I finally felt satisfied.

Then I asked him to send a letter to all noble houses of the North telling them that - Robb, before he died, sent him a letter via a Rider that not only legitimized me aka Jon Stark. But also named me his Heir.

He had also wanted me released from the vows of the Night's Watch, in case he died, so that I could fulfil my duty to my house. It was only by the time letter reached him the red wedding had already happened and in the grief of losing his second son and believing the Stark cause a lost one, he decided to sit on the letter and not do anything. He would also proclaim in the letter to all northern lords that, House Manderly, Knew no other king but the king in the North and his Name was Jon Stark.

By the time I left White Harbour, I had accomplished several things. I had secured, 2000 Medium Sword Cavalry for the battle. I had ordered 30 sets of heavy armour, maces, shields, bows and arrows made for my Giants; which in medieval tactics would make them akin to walking tanks. I had also asked him to increase the size of his fishing and warship fleet as much as could.

By the time I met up with Sansa and Ser Davos, they had secured 200 Hornwood archers for us.

When I told them the "Story" of how shocked I was when I found out that Lord Manderly had a letter which was basically Robb's last will that legitimized me and made me his Heir, both of them were shocked.

Though I was sure I could see a bit of jealousy in her eyes when I told her Lord Manderly proclaimed me the King in the North.

I wouldn't say that after White Harbour getting men from other houses became easy but it was at least better than it was in cannon. Thought some things still remained the same.

House Mormont still just sent 62 men. And Lady Mormont was still as badass and as cute as she was in the TV show. Seriously the first time I met her I felt like I was fanboying.

One of the more noted changes was that this time around Glovers did send some marginal support.

Finally, when I felt we couldn't delay any longer, I sent out the ravens for the troops to assemble at the same point where Stanis had rallied his troops before he attacked Winterfell. Just like in the TV show. Because it was really a good strategic location.

Covered on all 2 sides by hills forming natural barriers, with only two ways to go in and out.

"We have to march on Winterfell now, while we still can. The storms in this area are unpredictable. If it snows, we will be stalled, if we are stalled we will be fucked.", I said as I, Sansa and Davos got off off our horses and started inspecting the camp where all the troops that were pledged to me, to take back Winterfell had gathered.

"3000 wildlings, 2000 Manderlys, 200 Hornwoods, 143 Mazins, 50 men from House Glover, 30 Giants…." Davos started counting our troops when Sansa sarcastically completed, "Let's not forget the 62 Mormonts".

"It's not what we hoped for…", Davos stated lamely. Maybe we could have gotten more troops if we waited a little bit longer, went to more houses for help, or showed off the Wright more than the only one time we did it at Manderlys. But I didn't want to change cannon too much at this point and if we had gotten more troops that would have equalled Ramsay's forces then he might have changed his battle strategy. That would mean Ramsay could throw the idea of open battle out the window and instead decided to sit inside Winterfell Castle with high walls and strong gates. It would lead to siege battle and that is not something I was willing to risk right now. Plus I know I had a trump card. To be fair, Sansa had a trump card which she was hiding from me for some stupid convoluted reason like a jealous squirrel.

"Even if they have twice as many troops as us, we still have a chance. If we are careful and smart. Oh for fuck sakes…", Ser Davos said as he went to break up a fight between a wildling and a Manderly, mid explanation.

"So he is your most trusted advisor now because he secured 62 men from a ten-year-old?"

With a chuckle, I tell her, "Ser Davos is the reason, I am standing here talking to you and he had served Stannis for years."

"Stannis, who lost the Backwater, who murdered his own brother and who does have a head anymore."

"Well someone is being sassy."

"What's sassy?", she asked confused and a little offended. I chuckled and replied, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"You seem in an awfully good mood, considering that you might just die tomorrow in the battle."

"What can I say, dying can bring into one's perspective of how pointless Brooding is. So I have made a vow to myself to enjoy the little things in life until I am still breathing."

"I suppose that's one way to look at things.", she said as we entered my command tent, which right now was empty. Then she finally snapped.

"Jon… It's NOT ENOUGH. WE NEED MORE MEN. They have twice the number of men we do. Even if we have Giants."

I smile at her as I caress her cheek with my right hand, that draws a faint blush from her.

"Sansa we have no time. I wasn't kidding about the storms. Now that the winter is here, there could be one at any moment. And if it snows right now, we will be fucked. Marching through the snow to reach Winterfell will be like marching through a white swamp. And all Ramsay will need to do to defeat us is sit in Winterfell and pick us off from the walls or if we have no option but to siege then see our army wither away in a week. Sansa, we have no supply lines. We cannot afford a siege. Our only hope of taking Winterfell is making Ramsay take the field against us in normal weather conditions.

And Sansa, I agree with you, we need more time and troops. But time is a luxury we do not have. But you are my sister. And I love you and trust you, so if you have a way to magic us some more troops before we march, I am willing to listen. If you have a better plan and reasoning to follow that plan, I am willing to listen.", I say handing her a cup of Ale.

After the blush recedes from her face, she starts contemplating sneaking glances at me trying to judge whether to disclose the information about the Vale troops or not. Finally, she relents and makes up her mind.

"Jon I have something to confess to you…"

XxxxX

Chapter 3

JON

Davos, Sansa, Tormund, Lyanna Mormont, Wylis Manderly, me and some Stark bannermen sit on horseback, waiting. The reason there were no Giants here was that, so far news about Giants was only considered a rumour. And I wanted to keep it that way till they see them on the battlefield.

RAMSAY, HARALD KARSTARK, SMALLJON UMBER, and a group of Bolton soldiers approach on horseback. They come to a halt in front of me and my companions.

As they are doing so I tell Sansa, "You don't have to be here."

"Yes, I do.", she replied primly.

"My beloved wife. I've missed you terribly." The cruel monster that is Ramsay says with a fake benevolent smile.

Ramsay then turns his attention to me.

"Thank you for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now, dismount and kneel before me, surrender your army and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I will pardon you for deserting the Night's Watch. I will pardon these treasonous lords for betraying my house. Come, bastard, you don't have the men, you don't have the horses and you don't have Winterfell. Why lead those pour souls into slaughter? There's no need for a battle. Get off your horse and kneel. I'm a man of mercy.

I scoffed and then started laughing. I laughed so loud and started thumping my thigh so hard as if I just heard the funniest joke in the world.

I laughed so hard that I managed to bring some tears into my eyes. My companions taking a cue from me also started laughing, though not as hard and Sansa didn't laugh at all.

All of this really pissed Ramsay and his companions off.

"What's so funny Bastard?", Ramsay said hiding his anger behind his smile.

"It's funny you talk about mercy. The bastard who stabbed his father in Winterfell great hall when the Maester told them that Roose Boltons new wife had just born a son to him.

Then as if that wasn't enough, you fed the mother and the newborn to your hounds, just so that you can secure your succession to Lordship.

And if rumors are true, you had even poisoned Roose Boltons true born son Domenic so that Roose would have no choice to make you his heir. You have to admit it is pretty funny when a kin slayer of the highest order like you, talks about mercy.

And you, My Lords Umber and Karstark decided to side this piece of human filth. I am disappointed." When I said that, Lord Karstark looked a little uncomfortable but Small Jon Umber was unfazed.

Likely because as in the show he had planned to kill his own father had he not died in the south. So he would have no problem with Kin Slaying. "I will give you one chance right now, abandon the Kin Slayer, and bend your knee to me, Jon Stark." My using Stark as a last name shocked them so I continued.

"Going by your expressions, I am sure Ramsay made it a point that both of you don't read the letter Lord Manderly dispatched to all houses of the North. But let me inform you anyway, Robb Stark had legitimized me before the Red Wedding and had sent the letter to Lord Manderly. Due to grief of his son's death, he decided to sit on the letter and do nothing as there was no one to rally behind. But now there is, so he sent the letter to everyone in the north. His son Wylis next to me can attest to that." Wylis in turn just gave a curt nod with an emotionless mask to our enemies.

"And I guess you have a point. There's no need for a battle. Thousands of men don't need to die. Only one of us. Let's end this the old way. You against me."

Though he was blistering so far, but as I say the last part he gains control of himself and chuckles. "I keep hearing stories about you, bastard. Some of them are absurd like you dying and coming back to life. But some I find might be true. The way people in the North talk about you, you're the greatest swordsman who ever walked. Maybe you are that good. Maybe not. I don't know if I'd beat you. But I know that my army will beat yours. I have 11,000 men. You have, what, half that? Not even?

"Aye, you have the numbers. Will your men want to fight for you when they hear you wouldn't fight for them?", I asked trying to provoke him.

Ramsay points at me. "He's good. Very good. Tell me, will you let your little brother die because you're too proud to surrender?" He asks with a smirk.

"How do we know you have him?" Sansa questions not at all pleased being in the presence of the vile man.

Ramsay nods to Smalljon. Smalljon pulls SHAGGYDOG's head out from a satchel and throws it on the ground.

"Now, if you want to save —", Ramsay begins his threat but is interrupted by my sister.

"You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well." Sansa turns her horse and rides away.

Ramsay turns to me and says, "She's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed. And you're all fine-looking men. My dogs are desperate to meet you. I haven't fed them for seven days. They're ravenous. I wonder which parts they'll try first. Your eyes? Your balls? We'll find out soon enough. In the morning, then, bastard."

As soon as Ramsay finished, Lyanna Mormont spoke up from behind. "Call him a bastard one more time and when the battle is over and your dogs are starving, I'll rip off your cock and feed it to them. Then I will let them have their way with you and your nice bloody little twat."

That silenced every single person in the clearing. After a second I was sporting a huge grin looking at her. Oh, boy if she were a decade older, forget Daenerys, I would have married her. That girl is a spitfire.

Ramsay's smile upon hearing what Lyanna said, cracked a bit but he restored it without hesitation. "I like you girl. When this is over, I think I might take a second wife." Ramsay's men turned and began riding back to Winterfell, but they didn't leave without a scathing retort from little spitfire, "Keep dreaming cunt."

I could see Ramsay's shoulders and back visibly tightened as he stopped for a second but didn't turn around. Then he moved his horse and kept going, no doubt trying to keep his composure from exploding in front of his enemies.

Looking him go, I shook my head at the hilarity of the scene as I turned around and we began marching back to camp as well.

I rode next to Lyanna and Tormound came on my other side as he said, "That little girl got more balls than both of our armies."

I loudly snorted, "Fuck that. Lyanna over there has more balls than the whole North. My Lady, if you were a decade older I would have loved to call you my wife, but from today, if you would allow me, I would call you my sister from this day till the end of days."

Jon smiled as he noticed Lyanna's expression go from pride to blushing to pride again as she said, "It would be an honour, your Grace."

I chuckled as I said, "I am not the king."

"Yet.", she replied with a grin that brought out my own grin. My god the Tv show undersold how awesome this girl was.

XxxxX

Davos, Tormund, Wylis, Sansa, Lyanna, Wun Wun and I are standing around a planning table.

"If he was smart, he'd stay inside the walls of Winterfell and wait us out.", I vocalized a thought looking at the map of the battleground and the pieces on it.

"That's not his way. He knows the North is watching. If the other houses sense weakness on his part, they'll stop fearing him. He can't have that. Fear is his power.", Wylis Manderly said. He had talked a lot less since he joined us with his troops. I knew it was not with an intention to betray us but because of a perceived sense of shame towards the act of his father's cowardice for not following through with the last wishes of Robb Stark, King of the North. That, in turn, had made him fiercely loyal to the point of overcompensation.

"It's his weakness, too. His men don't want to fight for him. They're forced to fight for him. If they feel the tide turning...", I continued. That was actually part of the plan. Hit them fast, hit them hard then route them. Ones that lay down their weapons would be spared.

"It's not his men that worry me. It's his horses. I know what mounted knights can do to us." Tormund said and then looked at Davos. "You and Stannis cut through us like piss through the snow."

"We're digging trenches all along our flanks. They won't be able to hit us the way that Stannis hit you, in a double envelopment." I said.

Tormund stares blankly at me.

"A pincer move." I tried to explain.

Tormund continued staring blankly at me. DAVOS and I look at each other briefly.

"They won't be able to hit us from the sides.", I finally simplified for the simpleton. Good thing I had all of Jon Snow's memories and skills. Amongst them, the knowledge of medieval battle tactics taught to him by the Maester when he was young.

"Good." Tormund replied finally dropping the stare

Davos then picked up the conversation and laid out our battle strategy. "It's crucial that we let them charge at us. They've got the numbers, we need the patience. If we let him buckle our centre, he'll pursue. Then we'll have him surrounded on three sides.

To reiterate, out of the 2000 horse, 1000 have been hidden away in the woods nearby waiting for a signal to perform a pincer move. These will be commanded by Lord Glorvers Bannerman.

The other 1000 will be posted in the wings of our infantry to counter the enemy's infantry. 500 on each side.

The bulk of the infantry is made up of 3000 free folk and 30 heavily plate armoured giants. Counting the free folk and contribution from other lords we have around 600 archers.

When the enemy charges at us, the Archers will pepper them with arrows. Once they are close enough the archers will retreat behind the giants and the infantry and take opportunistic potshots.

The Giants will face the remaining oncoming charge assisted by the infantry." At this a very heavy full-body plate armoured Wun Wun grinned and grunted, banging his fist on his armoured chest as he said, "STARK!".

Everyone in the room smiled becoming infected at the enthusiasm of the man.

"Remember we need to slowly withdraw so that we can surround them. And if all goes according to plan and if the Cavalry hidden in the forest is not needed before, then they can come in and block off the last route to escape for the enemy.", Davos completed and everyone acknowledged the plan was good and could work but needed perfect execution and there would be significant losses.

When all was said and done Tormund turned to me and asked, "Did you really think that cunt would fight you man to man?"

"No. But I wanted to make him angry. I want him coming at us full tilt.", I replied.

"We should all get some sleep.", Davos said trying to excuse himself for the night.

"Rest, Jon Snow. We need you sharp tomorrow.", Tormund said refusing to acknowledge as some kind of prank that my name was now Stark.

DAVOS, TORMUND, and any remaining attendants began to exit. But before they left I asked them to wait a minute. It was time to tell them about Vale and their forces. JON SNOW sits down at the head of the table.

"Look, it might not come into play tomorrow, but we might have another advantage. My sister was contacted by the Lords of The Vale. They have 40,000 troops in the North. I have asked them to send help but I don't know if they will reach us in time. And even if they could, I wouldn't dare expose them to Ramsay before the battle, lest he chicken out and decided to do the sensible thing and wait out in the castle behind strong walls.", Looking at everyone's faces there were a lot of different emotions going through them. Most of my Lords and Advisors were initially furious that I actually hit such a big advantage but by the end of my explanation understood my reasoning.

Sansa for some reason was not happy. Maybe because she thought it was her trump card or some stupid shit like that.

"For now, I don't want knowledge about Vale army going out of this tent. There might be enemy spies in our camp. We cannot take the chance of them alerting Ramsay. So I am ordering you to not talk about it. Is that clear?!", Everyone gave me nods of assent and respect and exited the command tent. With the exception of Sansa. It was clear she wanted to talk to me. I feel a cannon conversation coming on.

"So you've met the enemy, drawn up your battle plans.", Sansa said condescendingly.

"Aye, for what they're worth.", I said with a smile and a cup of ale at my lips.

"You've known him for the space of a single conversation, you and your trusted advisors, and you sit around and make your plans on how to defeat a man you don't know. I lived with him. I know the way his mind works. I know how he likes to hurt people. Did it ever once occur to you that I might have some insight?"

"You're right."

"You think he's going to fall into your trap. He won't He's the one who lays traps.", she said angrily.

"He's overconfident."

"And you aren't? He plays with people. He's far better at it than you. He's been doing it all his life."

"Aye, and what have I been doing all my life? Playing with broomsticks? I fought beyond the Wall against worse than Ramsay Bolton. I've defended the Wall from worse than Ramsay Bolton.", Though technically I did pay quidditch in my last life.

"You don't know him."

"All right, tell me. What should we do? How do we get Rickon back?", I ask her and she sadly looks down.

"We'll never get him back. Rickon is Ned Starks trueborn son, which makes him a greater threat to Ramsay than you, a bastard, or me, a girl. As long as he lives, Ramsay's claim to Winterfell will be contested, which means he won't live long.", she said beseechingly to me, trying to make me understand.

"I know Sansa, I know. Chances of getting him back are very low. But we can't give up on our brother. We have to at least try. I have to try, or I won't ever be able to forgive myself.", though as I said that, I knew I was going to fail, maybe even on purpose. I had a lot of plans that I was planning to execute during the battle. One of those was to show some of my powers. A good opportunity for that would be, in the grief-stricken state after Rickons death.

"Listen to me, please. He wants you to make a mistake.", Sansa again beseeched me taking my hands in hers.

"Of course he does. What should I do differently?"

"I don't know! I don't know anything about battles! Just don't do what he wants you to do."

"Aye, that's good advice.", I couldn't help the sarcasm in my voice.

"You think that's obvious?", Sansa sounded pissed.

"Well, it is a bit obvious."

"If you had asked for my advice earlier, I would have told you not to attack Winterfell until we have a larger force, or is that obvious, too?"

"When will we have a larger force then we already do?! We've pleaded with every house that'll have us! The Blackfish can't help us! We're lucky to have this many men!" I finally snapped.

"It's not enough! If we just wait for the Va…."

"I know, it's not enough! It's what we have! Battles have been won against greater odds. And I have already told you the reason we cannot expose the existence of Vale army before the battle begins."

"If Ramsay wins, I'm not going back there alive. Do you understand me?", She looked scared but none the less defiantly looked into my eyes when she said that.

"I won't ever let him touch you again. I'll protect you, I promise." I told her slowly taking her into my arms and hugging her.

She tried to push me away, but I didn't let go of the hug.

"No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone.", she said as she began crying on my shoulder.

"I can and I will. Watch me.", I said giving her a kiss on her forehead. She didn't say anything but she hid her face on my shoulder and began crying louder.

"I don't believe you.", she said still crying into my shoulder.

"Sansa, till the day I die, you will be safe. Till the day I die, you will be loved. Till the day I die, you will be protected. And as you know, I am a tough fucker to kill. Because I already died once and it doesn't seem to stick.", I said jesting. I got a punch in my stomach for my troubles.

"Ouff"

"Don't joke about it. Especially not now. Not before a battle.", She said still crying in my chest.

"Sansa, you are safe, you are loved, you are protected. I can't even begin to imagine, what you have been through in the years since you left Winterfell. But I promise I will be there to protect you. Till the day you need me.", I said to a now quietly sniffling Sansa on my chest.

Sansa made no move to break the hug. Probably letting herself feel vulnerable for the first time in years. We stayed that way for quite some time.

XxxxX

Now that I was back in my tent alone I searched through my things and took out a palm-sized red stone made out of dragon glass. If someone looked closely one would recognize it was anything but ordinary. If one had been from harry potter universe, select few would recognize that they were looking at an uncharged philosopher's stone. Yes. I made a sorcerer's stone.

After I woke and was back at castle black, I found a dragon glass dagger the size of my forearm and then refined and polished it to the size of my palm. Then I had enlarged the stone to half the size of my room. I did this because I had very early found out that dragon glass was an excellent conductor of magic, just like my Valerian steel sword.

So it made an ideal replacement for the materials I need to make the sorcerers stone. Once I had enlarged it, I began inscribing it with runes. It took me nearly 10 days to complete my work, till when I had to put muggle repelling ward on my door so that no one would walk in. Once all the runes were inscribed, I shrunk it back to its original size but the runes engraved on it remained.

Right now this stone was not activated. For it to activate it would need blood sacrifice. Which it will get tomorrow when I throw it in the middle of the battlefield. Once it the ground, it will suck up any blood spilt that touches the ground within 49 kilometres.

Yes, tomorrow was going to be eventful.

XxxxX

The day of the battle had arrived. Two armies stood across one another ready to fight for the future of the North.

I was inspecting the lines of my men from horseback. Alongside me was Ser Davos. The faces of my men and commanders were grim but determined. I had left Ghost with Sansa for her protection as much as for the fear of losing my Direwolf companion in open battle. Sansa and Lyanna Mormont had gone together to link up with the Vale forces and bring them here.

As we were inspecting our line, I could see on the other side, Karstark and Umber were doing the same. Then I saw Ramsay on horseback, with rope in his hand dragging someone on foot. It was Rickon.

Rickon looked thin, ragged and weak. Most of all afraid. He had a scared and helpless look in his eyes that was evident even from across the field. He knew he was going to die today. Looking at him, a child barely in his teens, I could feel all my plans come crashing down.

Living so many lives, had I become heartless enough to sacrifice my own brother? Was there no other way for me to achieve my goals then let one of my kin die when I have the power to save him?

Looking at Rickon's dejected face, my heart broke and I made a decision. Fuck Cannon. This was no longer just a TV show. This was real life. My current life. It didn't matter that he was my brother or my cousin, he was my kin. He was a child. And I am sure as fucking hell was going to do my best to save him. Dam the consequences.

As I palmed the red stone in my pocket I thought one thing, 'Game is about to begin.'

SER DAVOS SEAWORTH

As I trotted on horseback alongside my new liege, I think back on the turns my life had taken to bring me here. I went from a smuggler to serving Stannis, to now serving Jon Snow no… Jon Stark now.

Stannis was a good man. An inflexible but honourable man. A man that was lead down the wrong path by Red Witch during which he lost his own Honour and the respect I had for him.

Then came Jon Snow. I had never seen a man come back to life before. But the man did. And ever since he came back, there was something different about him. Not just his eyes, which changed from Brown to Emerald glowing green. They seem almost eternal. The way he sometimes saw me, I felt he was not looking at me but through me with those eyes. Seeing directly into my soul.

When he did that, I had to resist the urge to fall on my knees and bow my head and swear my fealty to the man repeatedly.

Today those bright shining eyes, shined even brighter. Those eyes always seemed that they were doing a poor job of masking the power inside the man. Not that I had seen any of these powers. Except for the change in his eyes and his less brooding and more cheerful behaviour, I could not find any evidence of this power.

But sometimes, sometimes I and the people around him could feel that there was power in him.

Once jokingly I had even asked him, 'What's with the eyes and are they hiding some secret power behind them.' He had laughingly but seriously replied, 'I think there is power in me, aye. I know I came back different. I came back more. A lot more. But for some reason, I can't access that all of that power, if there is power there, yet.' That had promptly shut me up and I could never muster the courage to broach the subject again.

Coming back to the present, I saw a chilling sight. Ramsay had Jon Starks brother in ropes and a knife raised over him. Oh, gods, he was going to kill the child.

Looking to my side I found Tormund and Jon. Tormund and I both looked at Jon who's eyes had gotten even brighter in his fury and were now glowing even brighter than a few moments ago.

Both Tormund and I knew Jon loved his brother and there was a big chance he was going to do something stupid.

The moment Ramsay cut Rickon Starks ropes and asked him to run, my fears came true as Jon ran up his horse to go get his brother. I tried to move to stop him from doing something foolish before he spoke loud enough for me, Tormund, Wylis Manderly and many of our troops to hear.

"Davos, follow the plan to the letter. Do not move. Do not charge. Hold the line till I say so. I am going to get my brother."

Before I could stop him, he was already gone, galloping fast on his horse to get his brother.

As he got closer to Rickon Stark, I could see Ramsay fire arrow after arrow at the Stark Boy that barely missing him by a hairbreadth. Dread filled my heart. He was playing Jon. The bastard Ramsay was purposely missing.

Just as both brothers were in touching distance, one of Ramsay's arrows would have found its way through Rickon Stark's heart. But at the last second, Rickon moved, lifted off the ground, as a fish is pulled from the water with a pole, and sped towards Jon. Despite that, he didn't get away unscathed. The arrow found his way into his shoulder. The boy fell coughing blood.

Jon god down from the horse and ran to the boy hugging him to the chest and removing the arrow. I could see Jon's hand light up in fire as he pressed his palms to the wound cauterizing it, from both sides. Jon hastily picked up his brother and put him on his horse side-saddle, tuned the horse, hit it on its ass and made it run towards our lines.

A couple of riders from our lines went to intercept Rickon before another barrage of arrows could be launched at him.

Thought Jon stood at the same spot where Rickon had fallen. His head down, seemingly frozen in place and facing Boltons army.

Across the field, I looked at Ramsay and his smiling face. I knew at that moment Ramsay's plan had succeeded. I didn't know how, since the boy might be in pain, but he was still alive. But still, that smile unnerved me.

That was confirmed even more when Jon refused to move, despite many calls from soldiers and commanders alike from our side. I screamed myself hoarse, yelling at him to get out of there within those 10 seconds, but he did not move.

He stayed right there, instead of retreating. I could already see, Ramsay's archers nocking the arrows and firing them towards Jon. I knew I was too late but I had to do something. I was about to order the cavalry to charge when something happened.

I could only see back of Jon's body, but even from the back, I could see something impossible happen. It started glowing green. And then red. And then a mixture of green and red. Then I could see a faint shadow of a tree of light forming around him. As the arrows reached him, I saw something even more impossible.

XxxxX

RAMSAY BOLTON

I smiled a wide smile as I saw my plan succeed even as Rickon Stark was only shot through the shoulder. It didn't matter if the arrow went through Rickon Stark's heart or shoulder, he was going to die either way. The arrow, after all, was poisoned. And I could not take a chance with the life of one of the biggest threats to my rule over the North.

Then my smile got even wider, as I saw Jon Snow commit the mistake I hoped he would when I provoked him by killing his brother. He sent the boy's body away towards his lines and now no doubt prepared to charge at me alone.

"Tsch. Foolish but helpful. Archers. Noc. " I said out loud. And the archers pulled the arrows all aiming towards a single target before he said, "Loose."

As he gave the order to fire the arrows, he saw something chilling. Jon Snow's eyes and body were glowing. First, they glowed green. As bright and green, as looking at it would hurt my eyes. Then his body and his eyes glowed Red. Then they became a mixture of Green and Red.

But even as this was happening the arrows were moving towards their target. But just as they were about to skewer Jon Snow and end this rebellion once and for all, something happened and I felt real fear… for the first time in a long long time.

Jon Snow had raised his glowing hand towards the oncoming barrage of arrows. And just as they were about to hit him, THEY STOPPED! The Arrows stopped mid-air.

I could then see, the glow around his body taking shape of a glowing shadow of a Weirwood tree. I could already hear fearful murmuring in my men.

No no no. I could not lose the North to another bastard after doing so much. I needed to kill him.

"Noc.", I said but not everyone responded immediately. Many still fearfully looking at the arrow barrage stopped mid-air. Then I decided to make an example, by chopping off the head of one of the archers who did not obey. That got rest of the archers and most of my men back in line and under my discipline.

"Noc. Loose. Noc. Loose. Noc. Loose. Noc. Loose. Noc. Lose.", I ordered sent 5 barrage of arrows towards Jon Snow, hoping to overwhelm him and his…power.

But it didn't take. All the arrows stopped mid-air before reaching him, just like the first barrage.

Then he spoke, in a voice so alien, I felt in my bones I was hearing the GODs. He spoke Loud enough for every man on both sides of the field to hear.

"You dare. YOU DARE. YOU DARE TRY KILL MY BROTHER. MY KIN! By the WRATH OF OLD GODS, You Shall BE PUNISHED!"

Then the arrows TURNED!

They flew back the same way they came and hit the very archer that fired them. Even the archers trying to run were not spared as the arrows turned their trajectory

"CAVALRY CHARGE! KILL THAT MONSTER!" I yelled. I could see many did not want to follow. But threats from their commanders and them being seasoned warriors and not small folk leavy made them comply.

So they charged. Then he spoke Again.

"ARCHERS Fire from your position. Infantry Charge!", Again both side heard that order. But only one side obeyed.

And even though Snow's archers could not possibly be in the range to hit their targets and were likely to hit Snow himself, they still complied. And they loosened arrow after arrow and I could already see his Infantry charging, lead by 30 fully armoured Giants leading the charge.

I winced internally. This was going to get bloody.

The arrows from the Snow's side were about to hit him, they once again stopped mid-air. I could see him accumulate four, five, six, seven barrages of arrows mid-air.

By the time my cavalry was close enough to him, he unleashed the barrage held mid-air on my cavalry. Many were slaughtered. But still quite a few made it through.

Just as they were a lance throw away from him, he knelt down on the ground touching both his hands to it and earthen spikes emerged from the ground pointing towards my charging cavalry.

Horses and riders alike were skewered and many horses buckled seeing the carnage ahead of them either throwing their riders off to get trampled by the rest of the cavalry or being skewered from being thrown off and forward from their horses, by their horses.

Still a few made it through. Just as one of my horsemen was about to put a spear through Jon Snow, a Giant Mace smashed into the horse and the rider throwing him ways away though the air.

By this point, the Giants had reached him followed by the rest of the bastards infantry and started the slaughter.

I had sent my whole cavalry after Snow so I none left to spare now to take his infantry. I had no option but to send half of my infantry as well.

So I did. Just as snows men had finished with my cavalry. Half my infantry almost reached his infantry. Both of which were probably the same size. And I had an additional three thousand infantry to spare.

This was still salvageable.

Though I realized my infantry did not reach the enemy unopposed as Snow's archers had changed position closer to the battle line and continuously peppered my incoming infantry.

Just as my infantry was close, he spoke again, loud enough for everyone in the field to hear.

"FORM UP. FORM UP. GET BACK IN LINES. GIANTS AT THE FRONT. GIANTS AT THE FRONT. ARCHERS FIRE."

And his infantry formed up as best it could, under the protective barrage of their archers. But his men being this close it was not very effective.

Then melee began in the earnest.

He could see he had the advantage against the wildlings. His men were better armoured and disciplined and wildings bloodthirstiness and ferocity couldn't make up for that.

But whatever advantage he had was negated by the heavily armoured giants and Jon Snow. That was nothing his footmen could do to take down the giants. Their strength too much and armour too thick.

Not to mention, the bloody green-eyed glowing monster that was Jon Snow was, was fighting as a God possessed. Moving fast enough that his body and sword were a blur. Cutting down tens of men within minutes.

Not to mention whatever witchcraft he was doing when he just waved his hand and his men flew away in the air hundreds of meters as if he had swatted them away like flies.

As I watching I could already see, we were losing. I needed to commit.

"Umber, you are up.", I told the Lord of Last Hearth.

"Are you sure. Wouldn't it be wise to withdraw behind the walls of Winterfell."

"Are you a coward Umber? Do you think if we hide now the rest of the North won't rise up against us, after this?", I said pointing to battle in front of us.

"We killed his brother, do you think we will be spared? It's we either fight and kill him or he will kill us. Slowly.", I told Umber. Even though it was the correct choice at the time, right now I was feeling fear and regret over not holding Rickon Stark hostage.

Looking at Umber I could see he had strengthened his resolve and made up his mind.

"Men of Last Hearth, in the name of your Lord, CHARGE!", Umber said and I could see, his men and what remained of mine were not happy with the order but they none the less obeyed. But I could almost feel the resolve of men wavering against fighting the Starks.

On the way, Umber men were once again peppered by Snow's archers but they still made it and began surrounding the fighting men. By this time Snow's foot and Giants had almost finished the first half of my foot off that I sent earlier. But I could also see that they had suffered significant losses.

At least half of his Wildlings were gone. Though none of his giants had been killed, a couple did look injured rather badly and unable to walk.

Once the Umber men were in position, Snow's army was surrounded on all sides. Three sides by his own army and 4th side by a wall of bodies twice the size of his giants.

Then he spoke again.

"WUN WUN, FORM A PERIMETER WITH YOUR BROTHERS. CIRCLE AND PROTECT THE REST OF FOOT. SHIELDS UPFRONT.

MEN OF LAST HEARTH. I WILL GIVE YOU ONE CHANCE TO LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS. YOU HAVE SERVED YOUR LORD LOYALLY AS WAS EXPECTED OF YOU. YOU ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS MISTAKE. LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS AND ON MY HONOUR I WILL SPARE YOUR LIVES. FAIL TO DO SO AND I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU TO THE LAST MAN STANDING."

By this time his Snows archers had withdrawn to original lines. After hearing his opportunity to lay down the arms, many of the umber men started looking at each other, trying to find courage in numbers. Then one man in the back let his spear fall and started running away. Seeing him many other also started laying down their arms till loyal umber men started killing those that were throwing down their arms to stop them and it worked.

Still, a good 500 men had run away by then. I was so going to find those traitorous cunts and flay them alive after this.

Snow used the time, spent my Small Jon to bring his men back under his thumb effectively, forming his own circular formation with Giants at the front and wildings with shields, beside them filling the gaps. The rest without shields on the inside of the circle. Snow in the centre of it.

When no more Umber men showed any will to lay down their arms and had somewhat reformed their lines. Snow again spoke.

"SO MOTE IT BE. CAVALRY CHARGE! INFANTRY BRACE! FOR WINTERFELL!"

Shit! His horse. I forgot about his horse!

Seeing the horse that was still at the back of the lines now charging the Umber men wanted to make me kick myself. I had completely forgotten about them and now the Umber men would be surrounded on both sides. And as if 1000 horse was not enough, I could now see another 1000 or so horse come out of the forest in the distance, trying to take the Umber men from two sides. Seeing the cavalry approaching was the last straw that broke the camels back and Umber men began routing.

"FUCK!" I screamed and ordered the 500 remaining men with me back to Winterfell. I guess siege it was going to be.

Even as I was running back to Winterfell on my horse, I could hear that fucking bastards orders.

MEN OF STARK. SPARE THOSE THAT SURRENDER THEIR ARMS. KILL THE REST. CHARGE!

This was it. The war was done. The North was lost. But I still had Winterfell. Just as I was entering Winterfell gates I saw banners of Vale. An endless horde of cavalry charging towards an already routed enemy.

I banged my fist hard on the wall of the castle once I entered it. "I never had a chance."

"Our army is gone.", One of my commanders that I left in charge of the castle said. I so wanted to gut the bastard. And I was about to when I heard a loud thump. It was coming from the gates.

"Enemies at the gate!", screamed one of my archers atop the wall as he fired arrows on the enemies on the other side. But immediately had an arrow lodged up his eye for his efforts.

"MAN THE WALLS!", I hollered. And many archers ran to line up the walls. But before they could fire, an invisible force lifted them in the air and pulled them to the other side. I could hear their dying screams.

I ordered more men atop the wall.

But it was too late. Another thump on the gate. Then another. Then another and finally the door gave away and a scorpion came in through the broken door making a blood smear out of one unfortunate bastard that was in its way as it embedded into the wall.

The gate was broken and two heavily armoured giants came in with their shields raised to protect themselves and the archers following them.

Then the archers on both sides started firing on each other. Behind the archers came Jon Fucking Snow with some of his wildling friends and men with Vale banners, as if he already owned the castle.

Every arrow fired on him was sent back to the archer that fired it with a twitch of a finger. Every man that came at him with a sword and a spear was sent flying into the castle wall as if hit by an invisible Giants mace. It was unnerving.

After a while my men avoided him and many started throwing down their weapons. But even the ones that threw down the weapons this time were killed. I guess he ordered them to kill every Bolton man they find.

Then his eyes landed on ME but by that point, I had already fired an arrow at him. But just like all others, it was stopped mid-air before it could reach him.

Looking at the stopped arrow so close to his head and then looking at two giants standing protectively behind snow and every enemy archers arrow now pointed at me, was more than a clear sign that I had lost. But I didn't lose my composure, just because it meant that I was going to die doesn't mean I can't try to take snow with me.

"You suggested one on one combat, didn't you? I have reconsidered. I think that sounds like a wonderful Idea!", I told him magnanimously.

By the snarl on Snow's face, he didn't seem very happy with my idea. He raised his hand and made a fist gesture that made the arrow I had fired at him break into over a dozen smaller pieces.

I fired another arrow which was intercepted by a floating shield. Then another and another, both of which were again intercepted by the floating shield as Snow got closer and closer to me. As soon as he was in the grasping distance I went to unsheath my sword, but his hand caught mine and the pressure broke all the bones in my hand within seconds, as I SCREAMED!

Before I knew it, I was on the ground, on my back, being beaten black and blue and I lost consciousness.

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TORMOUND GIANTSBANE

As I saw King Snow knocking the daylights out of Bolton cunt, more than one of my clan mates asked me, "What the fuck is he?" "Is he a witch?" "He can't be a wag. I have never seen a Wag do something like that."

The truth was he himself didn't know. The feats he had done today….. No ordinary human could do that.

I had asked him about his eyes once. He had told me, he didn't know why they changed. He said he met the Old Gods on the other side. They sent him back and he came back different.

The things he did today, he could be no ordinary human. But if he was not a human, then he could only be a, "He is a god. He is a god, sent by the old gods to save us from the Others." I said that to my fellow free folk clanmates. And I realized, without even knowing, that I was kneeling as I said that. Looking around I saw, other men were kneeling as well, be it free folk or southerners. Even those fancy ones with shining Armour.

How could they not? The fucker was still glowing with ripples of Red and Green. And his eyes were like a pair of shining green suns, you could not look into them without going blind.

RISE

He talked like that again. The first time he did that during the battle, it had made shivers go down my spine as if I was talking to some otherworldly being.

He told us to rise and we did as if a fire was lit under our asses. Then looking at him we could see the glow going down and in under a minute, he was back to normal. As normal as one could be with shining green eyes. I swear if they would have been blue I would have pegged him the night king himself.

"It's time to get to work.", he said. And aye it was. God or not, he was still my friend and there was still work to be done to prepare for the great war.

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