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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 302

DOMERIC BOLTON POV

He flew over the vast lands of the true North and searched for the restricted area which would indicate the presence of a White Walker.

With the increase in power thanks to the Dragon Lord Ritual, he was able to search in a larger radius but he was still not able to find anything.

It was as if killing two White Walkers and tricking another one made them more cautious and they went into hiding or something.

That made him wonder how many White Walkers there actually were.

During the last night, there were hundreds of them. If these White Walkers were immortals then there was no reason why that number would have decreased.

In fact, if the White Walkers had found a way to increase their number then…

He felt someone shake his body and returned his astral projection back to where it came from.

His eyes opened and he felt slightly disoriented for a moment. Then the disorientation went away and he turned to look at Ygritte who was giving him an apologetic look.

"A call from Lyra. She says it's important." Lyra said and handed the mirror to him.

He took it from her hand and looked at the mirror.

Lyra was once again sitting on top of the Wall.

She had learned her lesson from last time and had worn a thick leather jacket as well as a lot of clothes. She looked like a dumpling but at least she was not shivering.

"Lyra" he said, not really pleased at having been disturbed when he was using the Valyrian Candle to search for the White Walkers.

"My lord. Letter from Lord Stark." She said and showed him a letter through the mirror. "He's calling the banners. Lady Barbrey was asking how many men were going to send. She doesn't want to send to many because… you know the Lannister/Myr/Tyrosh alliance and the White Walkers."

He hummed and thought about it for a moment "Send the 1st legion and Mocqo's horse archer unit. Add 20 wargs. 40 direwolves and 30 Giants. General Bronn will be the commander of our forces."

"That's…���

"A third of our military and half of our wargs giants and direwolves. I know. Also add Vothora and Roghomyr to their group of wargs as well."

"You want to send the two with Wyverns as well?" she said and hesitated for a moment "…are you sure my lord? We won't have as much of an Ariel advantage once the Lannister/Myr/Tyrosh alliance attacks us."

"That is why I'm leaving Varamyr an half of our special forces back home. He has the largest Wyvern and truthfully, with all the preparations we've done and the Unsallied forces that Muron will buy, I'm not really worried about Bolton Port."

Lyra nodded and wrote down his instructions on a piece of paper.

"So… 7000 men from the 1st legion. 1200 men from Mocqo's horse archer unit. 20 Wargs. 40 Direwolves. 30 giants and. And Vothora and Rohomyr with their Wyverns." She said and frowned "That's… twice as many men as any other house in the North."

"That is a given. Our land has twice as many people living in it than any other house. And we're also far more prosperous." He shrugged "Tell my aunt to send a great deal of food and other supplies to Moat Cailin. We'll create a supply line from there on our campaign down South."

She nodded and he was about to cut the connection but then she said "Wait wait… there's something else."

"What else?"

"The princess is with child." She said.

"Myrcella?" he asked, confused.

"No no… the Targaryen princess."

He almost laughed at that news.

The next generation of Targaryens being Dothraki savages. There was something truly funny about that.

"Keep an eye on them." He said "I doubt that the Beggar Prince would succeed in persuading the Dothraki Horse Lord to attack Westeros but you never really know."

"Will do my lord. Anything else."

"No. That will be all." He said. She nodded and he cut the connection.

Ygritte sat down beside him and asked "So… we are going to war?"

"We are." He nodded. He had not expected the King to die so soon. But in hindsight, this was better than the King dying at the start of the Winter. That would have truly fucked up the situation for them.

She nuzzled to his chest "Are we going to the war as well?" she asked "With me, you, Varko and Baka, we can do a lot of damage."

"If we manage to capture a White Walker." He said "If we fail or take longer than anticipated, then General Bronn will have to hold out on his own for a while."

"You think we'll win this war."

Thought about about her words and shrugged "Most likely. The Wyvern, bottomless bag and Wildfire mudballs combination alone would be enough to destroy any army."

But as a precaution, he planned to go to Vale sometime in the future an put the madwoman Lysa Arryn under Imperius. He would probably also deal with Petyr while he was at it.

"Let's find this White Walker quickly then." She said "I want to join the war an minimize the causality from our side."

��I'll try." He said and kissed her forehead.

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