HARRY POTTER IN WESTEROS AS DOMERIC BOLTON Part-XV

* Late at night, Catelyn Stark sat on her bed and thought about the various things that took place in the meeting with Lord Domeric Bolton before dinner.

She could still remember the shrieks of the wight when he presented the captured creature to them and had no doubts that it's presence would continue to haunt her dreams for the next few days.

Then Domeric Bolton showed them the message sent to him by Tywin Lannister of all people and she was afraid that the meeting might turn into another Red Wedding but Lord Bolton told them that he had no wish to create further discord in the North because they would need every single man they had to fight off the White Walkers about to invade their homes.

She remembered how she had been willing to give Sansa's hand in marriage so that they could create an alliance between the two houses but had been rebuffed when the young man said that he was already married to someone.

All in all, the meeting had been a huge waste of time for everyone. Lord Domeric Bolton was preparing for the upcoming Winter and wouldn't budge to help the hostages taken by the Freys on their behalf.

She looked at the sleeping form of Sansa Stark and wondered who the girl will marry now. She felt angry that Lord Bolton had rebuffed her marriage proposal. Especially because her girl was so taken with the idea of marry him after he saved her from the Lannister clutches. But now she'll have to think about the future of her house which has weakened significantly after this war.

So far, Harrian Karstark and Smalljon Umber seemed like the best choices. And she didn't want to replay her son's mistake by marrying Sansa off to someone who would bring their house to ruins.

* After all the lords and ladies of the North left his home, he turned to his page Rodrick and told him to bring him Commander Jon Snow of the 9th Legion. Rodrick gave a bow and left.

Half an hour later, a somber Jon Snow appeared in front of him.

"Tell you Jon. Do you wish to take vengeance for the death of your brother?" he asked the younger boy who gave him a stoic nod.

"Good. Then prepare the necessary supplies and take your Legion of 1000 men down South as quickly as possible." He said "I have a special assignment for you that might be interested in."

As Jon gave a salute and left, he thought about the actions he was going to take. He didn't accept Lady Stark's offer to take vengeance against the Freys because even he wanted to do that on his own terms and not because some old lady asked him to.

* Down in the South, Stannis Baratheon looked at the battle plans of his considerable army of 45,000 men against the combined might of the Crownlands, the Lannisters and the Reach.

The Northerns had done a good amount of damage to Tywin's forces of which only 25,000 of the original 80,000 remained.

The Reach on the other hand was still going strong with their 80,000 men and the Crownlands had managed to scrounge up 15,000 men as well.

He knew that he could not defeat such a large army in a straight on fight. But waiting any longer would not help him as the Tyrells had enough food to keep that army fed for a large amount of time without much problem.

He cursed the greed of the Tyrells in his mind once again. Without their presence, this war would have been much more simpler.

The Iron borns were the only situational ally he had because they were currently raiding the coastal areas of a the Reach and the Westerlands without any opposition with their naval supiriority. But he wanted better allies.

Unfortunately it looked like Dorne didn't plan on joining the action any time soon and the Vale had closed off it's gates for anyone and everyone.

His gaze went up further North to symbol which showed House Bolton. Melisandre had told him that the Boltons had amassed a considerable might in their name. Some 15,000 men at the very least and he had sent a message to the young lord ordering him to help his rightful king but he very much doubted that the Boltons would move for him. Especially when the Bolton forces had already attacked and occupied Dragonstone for some reason.

With no other options left to him, he once again turned to Melisandre who showed him a vision in her flames. And his eyes gleamed.

* Daenerys Targaryen finally arrived back home after 5 long months. And wasn't that a lovely thought in itself. A home that she could now call her own.

Behind her were 3 grown dragons and a hundred ships that were filled with 12,000 Unsallied and all the riches and gold that she took from the Slavers of Astapor.

She heard the cries of her children as the 5 dragons she had left back home when he went on her mission as the 5 of them flew from the sky and met with their 3 older brothers while circling above her ship and chirping with happiness.

Her heart felt warm at their welcome and she looked at the shore and a huge welcome party waiting for her. A welcoming party which was being led by her friend and fellow bedmate Ygritte but not her lover and husband Domeric.

Upon arriving at the shores, she hugged Ygritte tightly and worryingly asked where Domeric was and if he was in good health.

Ygritte informed her that Domeric was of good health but couldn't come to welcome her because he had recently gone down south to deal with the Freys and rescue the hostages that those weasals took after the Red Wedding.

* Harry looked at the Twin towers atop the bridge and the fog that was currently surrounding the castle and lowering the visibility of it's occupents.

The fog was of course created by him to hide the presence of his soldier so that he could surprise the Freys.

Commander Jon Snow and his men had already started the rescue plan with the help of the Howland Reed and his people.

Lord Howland Reed had seemed especially happy to help Jon Snow and he had to wonder if the lord held some sort of love or affection for Lyanna Stark.

He had already cast a few powerful spells to make sure that the guards of House Frey would fall asleep or at least not stay alert during the night which was probably the reason why the infiltration and hostage rescue has been going so well till now.

He held the dense fog in it's place for a few more minutes before he heard the sound of a bird whistle in the distance and smiled.

The mission was successful. The hostages were rescued and Jon Snow and his men had already retreated from the Castle.

He was glad that Jon Snow didn't went mad in his revenge and tried to attack Lord Frey after the infiltration.

Now he only needed to do one last thing before he left the place.

He took out his wand, pointed it at the gates of the castle and chanted "Fiendfyre".

True to his predictions, the strength and intensity of the spell burnt down his wand within a few seconds and he had to apparate away from the intense flames to make sure that he was not caught within the growing inferno.

Now that the Fiendfyre was out of his control, it won't stop until it had devoured the whole Castle and all it's inhabitants.

He would not have done this normally but the Freys had killed a lot of Northern men who would have been his allies in the war against the White Walkers.

This was his answer for the death of his allies.

He turned away from the raging inferno which devoured the whole castle and apparated back to Dreadfort at once.

* Margeary Tyrell was sleeping peacefully in her quarter at the Red Keep when she suddenly woke up to the sounds of the bells ringing. She frowned at the implications of the bells ringing so suddenly. Either Stannis has lauchned a sudden attack on them (which would be foolish) or someone important has just died.

She changed out of her night gown quickly and went out with her guards to check what was going on. She found her brother walking toward her in his armor and learned from him that Lord Tywin Lannister was found assassinated in the quarters at the Tower of the Hand of the King.

She frowned at that piece of information. With the death of Lord Tywin, the Queen Regent Cersei Lannister would once again be in charge of the Lannisters in the city. And she didn't like the Queen Regent. And she knew that the feeling was mutual on the Queen Regent's part at least.

She hastened her steps and was joined her more guards as they finally reached the top of the Hand of the King's tower where she saw the sight of Lord Tywin Lannister lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood with a stab wound in his heart which was eerily similar to the one that Renly Baratheon had when he died.

The Queen Regent and her brother Jamie Lannister were already present, looking somberly at the death of their father. But try as she might to hide it, she could see the glimmer of happiness and amusement in the eyes of the Queen Regent and wondered if the mad woman had orchestrated the death of her own father.

She heard some footsteps from behind her and turned around to see Lord Tyrion Lannister waddling up the stairs as he came up to look at his father's cooling corpse.

"Lord Tyrion." She greeted.

"Lady Margeary." He replied in a subdued voice as he looked at his father face. "Jamie. What happened here?" the little lord asked.

A moment of silence and then the Queen regent laughed a cruel laugh "Oh. Isn't it clear what happened." The queen regent looked at Tyrion with her cruel and hateful gaze "You finally succeeded in doing what you've wanted to do for such a long time. You finally killed our father you little monster."

"Wha…" Tyrion opened his mouth to protest but couldn't speak any more as the Queen Regent shouted at the Kingsguard to seize the little monster and 'Little Monster'.

Margeary and Loras looked at the drama playing out in front of them and wondered what kind of twisted monster the Queen Regent was that she would try to pin the blame on her own brother when they all knew that he wasn't the one who assassinated the Hand.

* Harry had already known that Dany was coming home so he was not surprised by her arrival.

He apparated in his room and heard the roar of the dragons that were circling the sky above Castle. So far he and Danys had hidden her presence and that of the dragons from other people so that she won't become a target. But it was finally time to announce of the presence of Dany's dragons to the world.

"Such a showoff." He scoffed as he turned around to look at Dany who was sitting on a chair with a goblet on wine on her hand and a seductive smile on her lips.

"At least I'm not late to the welcome party of my own spouse." She said and despite her smile he could tell that she was upset by his initial absence.

He walked toward her and bent down to her eye level before capturing her lips with his own. After a long and searing kiss he cupped her cheeks and stepped away to look in her eyes.

"I'm sorry about that." Then another tender kiss "I'll make it up to you." He promised before he tore her clothes off her back and picked her up before throwing her on the soft and fluffy bed.

"I'm waiting for you dear husband." She said and he gave her a predatory smile.

* He woke up the next day and found Dany wrapped around in his arms as she snuggled up to his chest. He had a few things he needed to check up on but he didn't want her to wake up to a cold bed so he pulled her closer to him and kissed her on her beautiful silver hair before he simply relaxed and tried to enjoy this peaceful moment.

The peaceful moment was broken when he heard a knock on his door and found that his Spy Master was waiting for him outside.

He placed one last kiss on Dany's forehead before leaving the room.

Once outside, he asked his spy master what was going on and his spy master simply gave him his communication mirror.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the mirror and saw that it was currently connected to Chataya. The leader of his spy network in Kings Landing.

"What news do you have for my Chataya?" he asked without any preamble as he just wanted to finish this talk and go back to his wife for some cuddling.

"The hand of the king is dead." Chataya informed him and he blinked in surprised.

"Hand of the King. You mean Tywin Lannister." He said and his spy nodded in confirmation.

"Hah!" he barked out a laugh "Thought that old coot would never die. How did it happen?"

"He was assassinated in his bed at the Tower of the Hand."

"Any suspects?" he asked.

"The Queen Regent has taken Tyrion Lannister in her custody. But there are some rumors that King Renly Baratheon died in a similar manner. So nothing is sure at this point."

"I see. Is there anything else you need to inform me about?" he asked and she shook her head.

"Well then, keep up the good work Chataya." He said and upon her nod, he cut off the line.

"You're dismissed." He told his spy master who quickly left the area.

After he went back to bed, he pulled Dany closer to him and started thinking about how the death of Tywin Lannister was going to fuck up the whole situation down in the South. Hopefully their problems won't affect the North too much. And if it did then he'll find a way to deal with it.