Chapter 3

286 A.C

At five-years-old, Robin Baratheon was unusually smart of a boy his age. He was bigger than most boys his age and swinging tourney swords like they were made out of parchment. His father had credited it to his apparent 'Baratheon Blood' flowing through his veins which was supposed to make him genetically predisposed to fighting.

Harry, or Robin as he was called now just thought it was his magic fucking around with his body. Which was weird since he was a scrawny little bastard in his previous life, and he had fuck-tons of magic back then, god knows how much 'magic' did to help that.

"All it did was have Voldemort on my fucking arse for two decades." Robin muttered, causing the old cook walking by to gasp in outrage at his improper language.

It wasn't the first time Robin's mouth got the better of him. Cersei had been horrified to hear the barrage of vulgarity from her baby's mouth as he stubbed his toe onto his chair. The Queen had place the blame firmly on the Prince's manservant, assured that it was influence that had gotten to her little perfect Prince.

Poor bastard was flogged and imprisoned for a whole year without Robin's knowledge. The boy was only told that his manservant had to leave to take care of his sick mother. Robin was quite upset when he was told that he wouldn't see Peter again.

Too bad Cersei never knew that Robin had acquired quite a... colourful perspective on the English language during his time as Harry Potter, which his current body had inherited.

Not to mention the enormously large mental capacity that came with it. As Harry Potter, he was absolutely pathetic at the Mind Arts, it was something he had to work tooth and nail to even gain a semblance of proficiency at. It took a hundreds of Death-Eaters blasting Killing Curses at him to convince him he needed to be more than proficient.

As Robert II Baratheon, Occlumency and Legillimency was as easy as breathing. The Prince could dive into a person's mind, re-arrange their memories, influence their thoughts and sing a full Aerosmith song before leaving without the person noticing at all.

Although Robin's sense of Morals had always interfered with his willingness to use this ability to it's fullest. To the boy, a person's mind was not a book to be open and closed at his leisure. Doing so would be a terrible breach of privacy and not to mention, a violation of the highest order.

But then the memories of him and Snape's lessons, not to mention the "late night" meetings with Voldemort had prompted to just say "fuck it" and threw his morals out of the window. What had they gotten him in the first place? Death at nineteen and as a fucking virgin to boot.

Walking towards his chambers, Robin raised an eyebrow at the closed doors before smiling devilishly as an idea took root in his head. Getting off to a running start, the little prince jumped into the air and brought tucked his legs in, screaming wildly as he delivered a dropkick into the great wooden doors.

The poor girl preparing lunch on his table screamed so loud Robin was dead sure the whole castle had to plug their ears. Robin landed perfectly on his feet, laughing all the while at his maid's embarrassment.

The Queen had seen fit to place a proper Lannister maid to take care of Robin's needs. It was a beautiful red-headed girl named Jenny , with the most peculiar shade of green and blue eyes. The girl was brought over as one of Cersei's chambermaid from Casterly Rock. The Poor handmaiden had just just celebrated her ten and sixth nameday before she was told that she was moving to King's Landing.

She reminded him of his old girlfriend Ginny very much. Robin had taken a liking to her immediately, and was always demanding her to have meals with him after their daily walks in the gardens.

"I told you to stop doing that!" the girl half-yelled, shaking a fork at him.

"Relax Jenny!" Robin said, taking the fork from the girl as he sat on the chair.

"You're supposed to have classes with Grandmaester Pycelle right now aren't you? Don't tell me you skipped again!" she scolded, wagging her finger at him.

"Please Jen, Pycelle's an idiot. I mean - 'What is two plus two my prince?'-" Robin imitated the old Maester, making Jenny giggle.

"What kind of question is that?" Robin ranted, hands gesturing wildly much to the maid's amusement.

"Now now, be patient, you may be a genius but you are still five-years-old! Pycelle is just taking things slow." she placated him.

"Yeah whatever." he replied, stabbing his fork into the meat.

Robin sighed, every day his memories of his past life was getting hazier and harder to call upon. He had to struggle hard to even remember the faces of his friends and Parent...well except for Ginny, Robin could always go to Jenny for that. They looked so much alike Robin at first thought it was Ginny herself. He had glomped the former chambermaid at first sight, scaring and embarrassing the poor girl.

It was the awkward start of a lovely friendship.

"Listen Jen, after this I want to...Jen?" Robin blinked as he spoke to thin air, his maid having already walked off.

"Whatever." he muttered as he continued his lunch.