Chapter 5

AN: I'm alive!

I'm really, really sorry for going awol these last few months, but I have an explanation.

I mentioned it before, but, just to remind you guys, I live in north-eastern Brasil.

I was born and raised in Salvador. Now, don't get me wrong, the city has always been one of the most dangerous in the country, but it wasn't dangerous for people like me, who were born and raised in 'the hood'.

That is, until a few years ago, when factions from outside the city started moving in. I was robbed for the first time in my life, and my neighborhood became a war zone, with constant shootouts every single night.

So, I decided to move out of the city proper. I moved north, still in the metro area, but far away from all the gang fights. It is a bit more expensive to live here because the place is mostly weekend homes for rich people, but it was also a lot safer. That was until the start of this year when things started to go bad here as well.

So, I got together with my girl and we decided to move out of the state.

I have a cousin that moved out of the state a few years ago, and I thought he could help us out, and he did. With his help I bought a small plot of land in Porto Alegre, and I was preparing to build a house there. So, I traveled south for a few days, just to meet the contractors that would be building my house.

So, I was there when the flood started.

For those of you that didn't hear about it, the southernmost state of Brasil, Rio Grande do Sul, went through its worse flood in 100 years. It was a nightmare. Entire towns were washed away by the rivers.

I stayed there to help out in any way I could, first with search and rescue and then with pretty much anything I knew how to do, from construction to even just cleaning up streets from mud.

I traveled all over the state and personally saw some horrible sights, I saw a town of over 100k people under 6 meters (19.5 feet) of water. Hell, I was never deployed to the UN mission over there, but I met some of my old army buddies that where also in Rio Grande do Sul to help out, and they said that the place reminded them of Haiti, just with water instead of an earthquake.

I'm finally back home now, and deciding if I truly want to move there after the nightmare of the last few months, but you guys aren't here to hear about that.

This chapter had around 8k words before my rant, and another one of the normal size will be coming in the next few days.

Hope you guys enjoy this one.

Chapter 5

Harry looked at the village from the balcony of his temporary home.

It's been almost a year since the official founding of the village, which happened the second time Sirius visited. around three months after he arrived with the first settlers. They chose that date as the official one because it coincided with the first of January in Earth's calendar, as well as the first day of the year in the calendar used by the Iron throne.

It was an interesting situation, and it showed that maybe some type of connection could have existed between the two worlds before since the calendar had been in use even before Aegon's conquest, only the designation of BC and AC were added to the already existing calendar of Westeros.

The long history of this land, added to the fact that the veil was right in the middle of one of the most magically significant places in Britain, are a good indication of some connection. At least, this is the theory that Harry and Hermione came up with. Harry was especially convinced of it because of the constant mentions of magic in the early days of Westeros, magic that became rarer as the years moved forward.

The recorded history of this land goes back to around eight thousand years, far longer than Earth's. So, Harry's current theory is that the magicals on earth came from this world, probably fleeing from the Others. It would explain why the veil, and other similar portals all over the world, exists. It would also explain why magic started to become weaker in this world once they left.

Hermione, on the other hand, believed that the magicals on this world were descendants of the magicals on earth. Her reasoning was based on the fact that the veil had been used for executions since before recorded history, long before the formation of the council of wizards, the predecessor to the wizengamot, who made it famous. Another thing she pointed out is that, from what Harry explained to her, since as a portrait she couldn't really read any books, was the fact that the magic in the early days of this world was mostly used for buildings like The Wall and the Hightower, magic only started being used in spells and rituals with the Valyrians.

But, while the possible connection with Earth was interesting to think about, it wasn't Harry's main concern right now. The winter was.

The winter was quite brutal, colder than anything Harry had ever felt before, and it wasn't showing signs of ending any time soon. Harry could still feel the magic coming from the north pole, changing the weather of the entire world. It felt almost like whatever was up there felt Harry's arrival and was using a lot of its power as a way to show Harry that they knew he was around.

Harry wasn't worried.

Sure, the amount of magic he felt meant more power than he had, but he still thought that fire magic would make it easy to deal with this problem. The real problem with this long and extremely cold winter was his new village and its inhabitants.

Even with Harry using magic to make their lives more comfortable, the people were still afraid. Everyone Harry talked to, from the youngest at around 31, to the oldest at over 50, all said that this was the coldest winter of their lives.

Around two months into the winter, the hunters started to come back from the forest talking about the dead bodies they found. Just a month after that, Harry's plans paid off. A tribe of wildlings came to the village, looking to trade for food, and Harry was more than happy to accept. His people not so much.

But they accepted his decision, and the trade started. They traded with that tribe for around two months, using the excess food Sirius had bought in the south. Until one day they stopped coming.

A few days after that, the hunters came back with a story. They went and looked at the semi-permanent camp that the tribe had to the south of the village, and they found signs that the tribe had been attacked by another tribe, and the lack of human remains pointed to cannibals. They then continued to look for the cannibals, not to see if some of the people from the tribe they traded with were still alive, but to see if the cannibals were still around and a threat to the village.

They still didn't like the wildlings.

It took two days, but the group of ten hunters did find the cannibal camp, they were camped half a day south of the tribe, about three days from the village. But there was a problem with their self-appointed scouting mission, the cannibals saw them.

A fight broke out, and while the hunters had better bows, they were also heavily outnumbered. Three of the ten hunters died before they managed to retreat. The only good thing to come from it was the fact that six young women who were taken from the tribe they traded with managed to free themselves from the cannibals, and then joined the hunters, arriving at the village with them.

Once the hunters returned, Harry did his best impression of Andromeda when she scolded him. All hunters were provided with portkeys and told to use them if they were in danger. They not only didn't use them, but also actively sought a dangerous situation. They should have reported the destruction of the camp, and Harry would have done the scouting by himself using his magic.

Harry did it all in the townhall, and after it was done, Daphne said that Harry was finally starting to act like a king. He proceeded to ignore her.

After Harry was done with them, the seven remaining hunters looked like children that were scolded by their parents. Harry then proceeded to invite the six women from the tribe to join the village. Four of them refused, saying they would never be 'kneelers', they just wanted to trade some of the pelts they managed to take from the cannibals before leaving again, but two women decided to join.

Nella, a young blonde probably in her early twenties, was quick to find a man. Walder, the blacksmith, and she was already pregnant. And then there was Munda. A quite beautiful redhead in her late twenties, she was gathering the attention of a lot of the men around the village, and she seemed to like it. Although, these last few days showed that she has apparently chosen one, Brandon.

It was a bit of a surprise, Brandon isn't really a warrior, and everyone thought that a wildling woman would prefer a man that could fight, but Brandon somehow won her over. The man seemed happy enough, and Harry was happy for him. The two of them had been working closely for about a year now, so Harry knew that Brandon lost his wife in childbirth when he was young, and his daughter followed her mother just a few days after. So, seeing him find someone again was nice.

The only bad thing about it was his wives portraits pushing him towards finding a woman for himself.

Those two weren't the only young women to join the village. Apparently word got out in the south that the village was safe, warm and had a lot of food. And, as expected, people started to want to move in, Sirius actually had a group of people approach him when he stopped at White Harbor on his way back from King's Landing, and ask if they could move to the village.

Padfoot then decided to call his friends again, in order to add their ships to the Marauder. They stopped at every single costal village in the North, and they managed to gather people both old and young, all of them fleeing from the famine that the harsh winter was causing south of the wall.

They arrived a few weeks ago, with Sirius having to use magic to melt the ice around the bay of seals. The ships arrived full again, the population of the village almost doubling with this sudden arrival. Harry was happy that they kept building new houses during the winter, or else they would end up with people living on the streets in a place far colder than the one they left behind.

It would be certain death.

He shook his head and looked at the village again. It was a weird looking village, beautiful, but weird. The buildings Harry was transfiguring from the soil made for a nice sight. They were based on the English terraced houses, but the runes needed to keep the transfiguration going, as well as the few quality of life ones, made for a nice decoration. The people were even starting to use their own first men runes to decorate other things that didn't actually need runic arrays. It was becoming a cultural thing, something they would use on everything they made, some had even decided to learn the old tongue from the two wildling women that joined the village, and, according to Brandon, there was a growing movement to start speaking the old tongue instead of the Westerosi common.

Harry wasn't worried about having to learn a new language, he could just rip the knowledge out of the mind of some rapist or cannibal in the forest, just like he did with those bandits in the south.

But, while all of that was nice, and according to Daphne, the developing independent culture was something good for the future, Harry still hopped the people didn't decide to take his transfigured buildings as the architectural basis of the village. Sure, terraced houses were nice, but they were used in a time Britain was urbanising and industrializing quickly, they were considered medium density housing, maybe high density. They looked weird in a village of close to six hundred people.

At least they work in some situations. Harry thought, as his eyes moved towards a particular building with red lights coming from the windows.

Sirius didn't really find any merchants willing to make the trip north anywhere south of the neck, but, what he did find was 'entertainment'. Harry wanted to complain, but Sirius did make a good point for it, their population was heavily unbalanced, they had almost four men for every woman, and they needed something to keep those men busy, hunting and training only went so far.

Besides, it wasn't called the oldest profession for nothing.

Even Brandon and Daphne got in on it, trying and succeeding in convincing both him and Hermione, who also didn't really like that one of the first economical activities in the village was prostitution.

Brandon pointed out the same fact that Sirius did, that the men had needs and If Harry didn't want them 'taking liberties' with the wildling women, then they would need a pleasure house in the village. Thankfully there still hadn't been a need for Harry to seriously punish anyone, no serious crimes were committed by his people yet, a few fights and a minor theft of a couple of chickens. Harry was sure one day he would need to deal with rapists and murderers, but he was hopeful this day wouldn't come anytime soon.

While Brandon attacked on the public order angle, Daphne attacked on the economic one. Pointing out how men spent a lot of money on women, and those same women would soon become some of the wealthiest members of his little village because of it. Then the women would start to spend money on some more luxury items, silk, jewellery, spices. In a medieval society, a whore that wasn't being exploited by the brothel owners was a rare thing, but where they existed, they were usually amongst the wealthiest people in their immediate area. And Sirius would be the owner, so apart from not paying for their time, Harry knew he would be fair to the girls.

So, listening to the logical arguments, Harry and Hermione stopped complaining about it, and Harry worked on a building for Sirius to house the girls.

The work was slower than on the other buildings, mainly because Sirius had a specific style in mind. Somewhat close to the terraced style houses being built all over the village, but with a few differences. Apparently, he was basing the entire thing on the red-light district of Amsterdam, where he was a frequent visitor after his Hogwarts years, even paying an exorbitant amount of galleons to have a permanent international portkey, According to him, it was a good way to relax during the war.

Harry certainly didn't mention that He, Daphne and Hermione liked to relax the same way during their own war.

So, Sirius was heavily involved in the transfiguration process of the building. The only thing he wanted for the outside of the building was for it to be placed in a street of its own, because he wanted to make a proper red-light district in the future. He saved his changes for the inside, and Harry had to admit that despite his fears, the place was tastefully decorated. With magical red lights all around, a bar that was stocked with drinks from all over the world, and while it did have an open area where the girls could meet their customers, as well as for the more exhibitionists pervs to enjoy themselves in, it still had a lot of little private rooms all around.

The ten girls Sirius brought from King's Landing seemed really happy with it.

Harry used the situation to his advantage and implemented a lot of things that would jumpstart their economy. It made no sense having a brothel if the men didn't have the money to spend there. So, using the knowledge he gathered from the books he had brought with him, he managed to stablish a few, hopefully profitable industries.

At the start, the only thing they were producing in the village was salt. The runic array for the separation of salt from seawater was quite easy to do, and Harry managed to have it completed just a few days after his first talk with Brandon, Daphne and Linfred.

The merchant that visited from White Harbor before the winter truly got cold was certainly happy with the cheap salt they sold.

But, it had been some time since then, and with Sirius starting his brothel, Harry was able to really start a lot business. Pottery and brick working was something that was taking off quickly, both men and women enjoyed working on it. Harry really wanted to know what he needed to make porcelain, but none of the books he brought talked about it.

Another business that seemed like it would be a success was jewellery. The only blacksmith they had available wasn't really cut out for the work, he specialized in tools and other day to day necessities. But, he was still trained by a master blacksmith, so he had some rudimentary knowledge about weapon and jewellery crafting, and he decided to take a couple of men that showed some promise as apprentices.

One of those, Theon, who was one of the youngest men in the village at 21, was showing to have the delicate touch needed for jewellery making, and with Harry providing gold almost dirt cheap because gold was useless for someone that had a philosopher stone, Theon had already managed to make a few pieces with a couple of gems he found in the forest. Now they only needed to find a proper mine to gather gems from and they would have a high value industry ready to take off in a massive way.

All of it would probably be enough to make foreigners actually use their coins, because the trader from White Harbor refuse to do so.

The coins they ended up deciding on were already being made, Harry, with the help of Iolanthe, had found the books in the library that contained the spells used to make the coins before the goblins became the bankers for magical society in Britain. It was also an interesting lesson in history. Back then, there wasn't really a common currency, the ministry only set up the weight and purity that every coin needed to have, and so, every family would make their own coins.

The benefit to Harry was that the Black library still had the books with the spells used for the coins, so, Harry was able to make coins that were far superior to anything available in this world, with magical protections that would prevent clipping, something that was a major problem in most of the world.

The coins design was pretty simple, and Harry, after a mini war with Daphne and Brandon, managed to get his way and not have his face on the coins. The final design, at least for the moment, had a stylized crown on one side, and an animal on the other.

The copper coins would have unicorns, which Harry was hopping to take a few from the expanded trunks and introduce to the forest once it was a little safer to do. The silver ones would have a phoenix, an image of Fawkes. And the gold ones would have an Owl, Hedwig.

Everyone said that the phoenix should be on the gold coin, but Fawkes was a lot less vain than Hedwig. He wouldn't mind being on a silver coin, while Harry's oldest friend would peck his eyes out if she was in anything but the gold coin.

A few coins were already in circula-

"Master Harry." Harry was taken out of his thoughts when he heard Winky call. He was so distracted that he didn't even hear her appearing by his side.

"What is it, Winky?" Harry asked, giving the little elf a smile.

"Scouty muggles arrived, and they say that danger is coming." Winky said, making Harry pause a little.

Ever since the cannibals, he had started to ask the hunters to also act as scouts, and send scouts when there weren't any hunters out in the woods. He didn't want to be blindsided by an attack since the village still didn't have a proper wall.

"Thank you, Winky. I'll see them soon." Harry responded, receiving a bright smile from Winky, who, even after all this time, was still as starved for praise as she was when Harry took her in.

That was just one of the many reasons Harry hated Crouch. The man might not have been physically abusive like the Malfoys were to Dobby, but he was certainly emotionally abusive to Winky.

"How are you doing, Winky?" Harry asked. He hadn't seen much of Winky since they arrived in their new home.

"Winky is fine, Master Harry. Winky only mad at Dobby because he doesn't want babies." Winky said and Harry held in a groan.

Those two had been fighting about it for years now.

"Winky wants babies now, but Dobby said he only wants babies when master Harry has babies. Master Harry doesn't even have a woman since Mistress Daphne and Mistress Hermione, master Harry won't be having babies for a long time." Winky continued, and this time Harry couldn't hold the groan in.

"Alright, Winky, I'm out to see the scouts because I don't need you pestering me about my lack of women. I get enough of it from my wives." Harry said, and he wasn't whining, no matter what some annoying portraits said he did whenever this kind of conversation came up.

"Mistresses only want master Harry to be happy, they love master Harry." Harry heard Winky muttering as he walked away.

Harry walked through the corridors of his temporary home, which looked a lot like Grimmauld Place except without the expansion charms, and then walked out into the wet street. It was quite different to the snow-covered ground he could see in the distance, but it was one thing that they all agreed that it was important. If it wasn't for the heating runes carved on the stone-paved streets they would be covered in snow, making moving around the village impossible in the harsh winter they were experiencing, and would still experience in the future.

Harry quickly reached the town hall, where he knew the scouts would be waiting for him. And as he expected, they were waiting for him inside the building.

"Osric, what did you find?" Harry asked the older of the four men waiting for him. He made a point of learning the names of as many of his people as possible, his occlumency helped a lot with that.

"We found a host, your grace." Osric said, the other three men nodding at his words. "I believe it was Orell 'sealskinner', I saw a big shadowcat at the head of the host, and the wildlings say that his woman is a skinchanger who has a big shadowcat." Osric added, and Harry nodded his head.

He had already expected something like that. Ever since the cannibal attack on the tribe they trade with, other tribes had started to probe on their territory, even attacking some of the hunters.

Orell 'sealskinner' led one of the more aggressive groups around. The man earned his name due to the time he spent around the beaches of the bay, skinning seals to trade with the other tribes. But that was years before Harry arrived. These days he liked to skin another kind of animal, a more sentient one.

Harry wasn't the meek boy of his youth anymore, and he was looking forward to kill a flayer.

"How big was the host?" Harry asked. He wanted to know how much he should prepare for, and if he should transfigure a temporary wall or not. He could kill tens of thousands with his magic, but only if he was in a defensible position, one in which he couldn't be surrounded by said tens of thousands and then rushed from all sides.

"Jory here is good with numbers, your grace." Osric said, pointing towards the youngest of the four men.

"I counted a little over two thousand, your grace." Jory said quickly, not looking Harry in the eyes.

"Look at me, Jory." Harry said, and the man looked at him a little fearfully. His expression quickly changing when Harry added. "You did a good job, you all did."

"How much time do we have?" He asked.

"They should arrive in a couple of days, your grace." Osric responded.

Looking each of the men in the eyes, Harry took all the coins he had in his pocket, eight silver coins in total and gave two to each. It wasn't much for him, but for these men it was two months of work. And to people that literally had no disposable income, everything they made was spent with necessities, two months of income in one go was a massive amount of money.

"Buy yourselves something to drink, to celebrate a job well done." Harry said, giving the four men a smile.

His advice would be to save the money, but he wasn't delusional enough to think they would do it. They would probably have already spent it by the end of the night on drinks and women.

"I think I'll visit the Red House, your grace. Lord Black's girls are expensive, but they know how to make a man feel good." Osric said, while the other scouts gave him horrified looks, probably thinking about what would happen with them if Osric said something like that to a lord in the south. But Osric was one of the first settlers, and one Harry had somewhat constant contact with, he knew that Harry didn't really care about those kinds of things.

"And who am I to tell a man how to spend his money." Harry said laughing, making the other men relax a little. "Well, I'm sure you'll have fun, but for now I have work to do. I have to prepare our defences." Harry added, nodding towards all four men and then walking away, shaking his head a little. He was wrong, they would probably spend more than the two coins Harry gave them by the end of the night.

Harry walked into one of the meeting rooms in the townhall, sat at the head of the table and then called.

"Dobby!"

"Master Harry called?" Dobby said, appearing by Harry's side.

"Can you please find Sirius, and tell him to take 'little Sirius' out of whatever woman it is in right now and come to the town hall. We are about to be attacked." Harry said, holding in a snicker. Dobby probably would actually interrupt Sirius in the middle of it if he was actually doing the horizontal dance. He really wanted to see Sirius' face if that happened.

"It will be done, Master Harry. Dobby will tell dogfather to come… and then come." Dobby said with a sly smile, popping away quickly after that.

"Cheeky little prat!" Harry said, shaking his head a little. It was one of the many things that Harry had learned about Dobby over the years. As he got more comfortable being away from the Malfoys, more of his personality started to show.

And he found out that Dobby liked his dirty jokes.

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Harry stood at the top of the wall, looking at the sea of people that wanted to raid his village.

The number was probably as Jory said, around two thousand, and they were looking at the wall around the village in visible confusion. They probably knew that the village didn't have walls, but what they didn't count on was Harry's ability to transfigure a simple earthen wall in only a day.

It took a full day of work, but Harry was able to transfigure a four-meter earth wall around the village. It would be nothing for an army of one of the lords of the south. A properly led and equipped medieval army, even with its peasant levy nature instead of being a professional one, would still laugh at Harry's 'defences'. But a wildling army was more of a mob than a proper army.

Harry also dug a moat around the wall, filled it with transfigured stakes and then covered it with an illusion that showed soft ground instead of the hole that was there.

While Harry was working on the physical defences, Sirius was transfiguring bows, arrows, swords, spearheads and armours. So, the two hundred men from the village that joined them in the defence effort were well equipped, even if they weren't well trained. In fact, Harry wouldn't be surprised if they were the best equipped army in the world, he doubted that any army in the south had every single man wearing at least chainmail. Sure, the equipment wasn't permanent, Sirius transfigurations would probably break down by the end of the day. But the quality was still just as good as any metal forged by a master smith.

Harry wasn't even a little bit worried about the mob outside the walls.

That being said, he was still surprised. He could see a mountain of stones the wildlings were hauling around, and a couple of eagles that seemed large enough to hold those stones on their talons. He could already imagine what they would do, and the creativity impressed him a lot. There was a lot of intelligence in these people wasting away due to a lack of education.

It wouldn't be a problem to Harry, but that kind of primitive air force would be a nightmare for a normal army, one that didn't have a wizard in it. Those stones might be small, but at the speed that those eagles could fly and drop them, they could still easily kill someone, or at least incapacitate them. Those eagles would also be difficult to kill for an archer. A skilled archer could probably kill a normal bird, but those ones would have a human mind controlling them, they would know to be on the look for arrows and how to avoid them.

It was the only way Harry could see it working, or else something like that would have been done on Earth. But on Earth they didn't have Skinwalkers.

Harry raised his eyebrow in surprise when he saw a tall man waving around a weirwood branch, which was seen as a sign of peace in these lands. They probably wanted to do the traditional pre-battle talk.

"So, Padfoot, ready for the pre-battle banter?" Harry asked, looking at Sirius with a smile.

"Should be fun, pup." Sirius answered with a smile that would probably cause nightmares on McGonagall.

They waited until the group of four moving away from the main host reached the halfway point between their front line and the wall, and then both apparated right in front of them. The looks of surprise Harry saw in the dirty faces of the three men and the one woman in front of him were quite fun, and the gasps he heard coming from the rest of their army said that everyone had saw Harry and Sirius apparating.

"Witch!" The man that Harry thought was Orell said.

He had the blonde hair and large beard that Orell was supposed to have, as well as the scar on his arm that people said came from a woman that he tried and failed to 'steal'.

The woman by his side was probably his wife, for a lack of better word since marriage wasn't really a thing amongst the wildlings. Despite the dirt on her face, tangled hair and messed up teeth, her beauty still shined through in her bright red hair and deep blue eyes.

The man on Orell's right looked a lot like him, only younger, so he was probably his son or a younger relative.

While the last man was quite old, with actual grey-white hair instead of the 'old' of this land, which would be middle age on Earth. The man looked quite weak, like he shouldn't have survived the harsh winter they were having, but somehow he still did.

"Wizard, please, or maybe Sorcerer. A witch is a woman and as you can clearly see I'm not a woman." Harry said. He wasn't the first wildling to call Harry a witch, and it was getting pretty tiring to keep correcting them. Maybe he should just forget about even trying and accept they would keep calling him a witch.

If they kept calling Harry a witch, he would name the land Angmar, at least this way he would be able to call himself the Witch-king of Angmar.

"Maybe you should show them your cock, Harry. It would clear their doubts, and maybe his woman will leave him for a better man." Sirius said in a mocking tone, making the wildlings scowl at him.

Damn it, Sirius! When I said banter I didn't mean this kind. Harry thought giving Sirius a hard look, which Padfoot completely ignored.

"Take your cock out and I'll cut it off, pretty boy." The woman said while waving her bronze tipped spear around menacingly.

"Can we move on?" Harry asked, trying to stop the fight that he was sure would start if he didn't do something. Sirius liked annoying people, and these ones seemed like they would be easy targets for him.

"It doesn't matter if you used your sorcery to build this wall, we will scale it, kill the men, take your women and your food." The old man said, and Harry realized that he had a bit of magic in him when he heard his voice, but Harry couldn't identify what the magic was.

"The Greenseer has spoken, sorcerer, but you could save your people and join us. Together we can bring down the wall and kill the crows." Orell said, and Harry had to stop himself from laughing.

"Has this ever worked on someone, and is it the best you can do?" Harry asked, traying really hard to keep the mocking tone out of his voice. "But, if you want food I would be more than happy to trade for it." Harry added, extending an olive branch.

"Why would we trade for it when we can take it?" The other man asked, the one that Harry thought was Orell's son.

"And you are basing this on the word of a Greenseer?" Harry asked, and the young man nodded his head a little confused. "I've met seers before, I always found their word to be… unreliable at best." Harry added, this time not able to keep the mocking out of his tone.

He really hated prophecies.

"Then there is nothing for us to talk about." Orell said. "I will see you in the battlefield, Witch." He added.

"No, you won't." Harry said, making the four people in front of him look at him a little confused. "But I will see your corpse by the end of the day." Harry added, and then he apparated back to the wall, Sirius following him shortly after.

"That was fun!" Sirius said, once they both arrived on top of the wall.

"Padfoot, when I said banter, I didn't mean whatever you did back there." Harry said, a little of his annoyance showing in his tone.

"Relax, pup, I'm just doing what the natives do." Sirius said. "Remember, I've been around here a lot longer than you, this is not the first battle I've been a part of." He added, a little more seriously.

"I would like to hear about that." Harry said with honesty interest. Sirius hadn't talked much about his time in this world, only the places he travelled to.

"But we should pay attention. They are coming." Harry added, he then turned around, and cast a sonorous on himself. "Here they come men, keep your bows ready, but don't worry. I'll be starting the fight, and I don't expect them to survive long enough for you all to need your weapons." Harry said, and received loud cheering, which honestly puzzled him.

He wasn't intending that to be an inspiring speech, and he didn't think it was. It was just an statement.

People will cheer for anything, I guess. He thought.

Harry cast a finite on himself, and then turned around to look at the charging mob. Once they were at spell distance Harry acted.

"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!"

He cast the exploding curse directly at the ground in front of the charging army, making snow, dirt and rocks fly around all over. The curse struck with so much power that it acted like a grenade, throwing rocks around at massive speed, those same rocks ended breaking bones at a minimum, if not outright killing.

"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!"

He cast again, and this time Sirius cast with him, making the spell even more effective. He smiled as he saw Orell, who was leading the charge from the front, go down to a large rock to the head.

Harry then had an idea, and decided to try it, casting a sonorous again.

"I will allow those who surrender to leave peacefully." He spoke to his enemies. He didn't mind killing, but there was no reason for unnecessary death.

"It doesn't look like they will take your offer, pup." Sirius said, after casting another bombarda.

"Maybe we'll need to use a few more powerful spells to show them that they can't win." Harry said, and in doing so he had another idea.

Sirius cast a large scale transfiguration, turning a large portion of the ground in front of the charging army into quicksand. Harry whistled at the pretty impressive spell, making Sirius bow dramatically.

"Thank you, Thank you!" Sirius said in a pompous tone, making Harry snort a little. Harry turned to look at the charging mob and saw that a few had stopped in their charge, looking in fear at the quicksand still swallowing people. Seeing that, Harry became even more convinced to use his earlier idea. Large scale magic seemed to scare them, so Harry would use the most impressive bit of offensive magic he could think of.

"You know, Padfoot, as much as I hated your crazy cousin, she did have one good point." Harry said, making Sirius look at him as if he was crazy.

"I know she was crazy hot, but why are we talking about this now?" Sirius asked, making Harry snort a little.

"That's not what I'm talking about, you mutt. I'm just saying I agree with her on the fact that fiendfyre is a pretty useful curse."

"Harry, No!"

"Harry, Yes!" Harry responded, and then he turned around again. Looking at the charging army, he pointed his wand to the air and smirked.

"FIENDFYRE!"

The massive basilisk appeared high above the wall, everyone but Sirius looking at it in awe and fear. Harry then brought his wand down and pointed to the enemy army, the basilisk following his movement and diving towards the mob.

The wildlings screamed and started to flee in droves, diving out of the way of the massive basilisk made out of fire as it got closer to them. After only a minute, Harry stopped his spell, and then wondered if they had some magic, because, apart from the dead bodies on the ground, the field outside of the walls was devoid of people. They all fled in only a minute. Harry didn't think that a magical army of that size would be able to apparate quite that fast.

"Well… That was anticlimactic!" Harry said, ignoring the awed looks of his people, and the weird, slightly proud and slightly annoyed one in Sirius' face. He already knew he would have to hear Hermione complain about his use of fiendfyre later, while Daphne would congratulate him.

But, his people were safe, not a single one died in the fight. He would gladly take Hermione's complains about fiendfyre, when considering the benefit it brought.

AN 2: That was an anticlimactic battle, but Harry is too strong for something like a barely held together wildling army to be a danger for him.

Next chapter we see a bit more of kingdom building, and maybe a meeting with a few Black Brothers. They definitely would like to meet some powerful sorcerer living north of the wall.

I will see you guys in the next one.