The Game of the Deathly Hallows
Summary: Harry potter thought that now he'd destroyed voldemort, he'd live happily ever after in an isolation from everyone. However, a new prophecy and then a mysterious incident leads him to the world of WESTEROS after earth's destruction. How will he cope in this world which is itself rife with corruption, treachery, betrayal and manipulation? MoD harry, occasionally-selfish, exceptionaaly-rich harry. This will be a Harry/Daenerys pairing.
Author's note: This is my first fic ever. Until now, I've only been a reader. Please support me in this endeavor. I've great plans for this story if good response is generated.
Disclaimer: I may be a jobless guy, but I am only doing it for the love of fiction that all us readers share. Not made any money out of it, coz Harry Potter and ASOIAF characters belong to JK Rowling and GRR Martin. So, chill
Background: For Harry Potter, the story picks up the moment the curse kills Voldemort and harry catches the elder wand. He'll be transported to Westeros during the time of Greyjoy's rebellion which occurred 9 years before the main events. Harry will be 17. While Daenerys, who should be nearly 6 at that time will be 9. That means that the time gap between robert's rebellion and the greyjoy one is 9 years as well instead of 6. I have to do this to icrease ages of certain characters including the lead. Atleast my explanation is better than the show, where they just showed everyone near adulthood.
"It was over. It was finally over. The horror that has gripped his life since after the death of his parents on that dark Halloween night, has finally came to an end after nearly 18 years today. It has ended in the form of the man who was responsible for the destruction of his life, the man who had taken everyone from him: his parents, his...godfather, and countless other good friends. Not just his life, Voldemort has also destroyed countless other lives, broken many families, orphaned many children, making many mothers childless, women widows and taking the love of many.
It was with an odd sort of satisfaction that he watched the so called dark lord lie there. Dead. Finally dead. "The man and his followers deserved every bit of painful death, the same that they gave others" he continued to think, as from the corner of his eyes, he spotted the bodies of the dead which have been moved to the corners of the great hall in haste when the battle moved inside again. Remus, Tonks (no... poor teddy), Colin, Dennis, Fred (Gods, there won't be trouble in identifying George now, he thought), and many others. All dead!
He looked towards voldemort's body again and thought, "And now, you're dead. And what a death! 'The curse that killed thousands, that's what they called that spell. AVADA KEDAVRA. A curse you were particularly fond of. And now that same curse has killed you, even came from your own mouth, but tragically the wand you used was never yours. Poetic justice, I suppose."
It was when he was looking down at the fabled wand in his hand that the tears finally fell. At the same time a loud celebratory cheer went up in the hall and Ron and Hermione came running to him and hugged him. When he looked upon at their smiles and heard the cheers that he allowed himself to speak to them both.
"Well, I suppose Ron was right Hermione. You can't be always right, you know", he said. When she looked at him in the bossy yet confused gaze which still held concern and happiness for him, he continued, "You were wrong to say that Trelawney was a fraudulent fool. Well, she is, but only most of the time". All three of them laughed at the small bit of humour, yet knowing the underlying truth.
For it was true, the prophecy has indeed come true.
After some time, he was sitting on the head table and speaking to Hermione. He had sat at the Gryffindor table first but then the people had started coming. At first they just wanted to congratulate him and thank him for doing a great service to their world. But then, that increased to, "can I just touch you once?; will you marry me? ;tell me everything from the start. ;how did you do this?". It was then that McGonagall, Kingsley and a few others dismissed the crowd, claiming Harry's weakness and his need to have some time, food and rest.
Now, he was sitting next to Hermione having just discussed about Ginny whom he had just had a very simple, yet final conversation with. "I just don't feel the same way about her, guys. I have changed. We all have. The war did it. She has to understand that my priorities and preferences are not the same anymore."
"I suppose you're right mate, it's your life and you have the right to make important choices about yourself. Ginny, being my sister. I know her, and I know she'll understand and move on", said Ron shocking me and Hermione (judging by her open mouth), with his mature talk.
"Well, hearing Ron say so, I suppose you're right harry. The war has changed us all", said Hermione after recovering from the shock of hearing ron speak mature and correct words.
"Let's go to Dumbledore", I said taking out my invisibility cloak and we all shared a look of understanding and stood up together as conspicuously as possible.
Before we could don the cloak, someone coughed behind us and we turned around to see neville crouching behind us. "I was coming to return the sword to you harry, but since you're going up to the office you can take it there and place both this and the sorting hat up there", he said pointing to the two magical artefacts in his hand.
I was about to congratulate Neville on his success on killing Nagini and hug him and praising his bravery but he raised his hand just as i opened my mouth. "There'll be time for words later harry, now go before anyone sees you using your cloak. Go, I'll tell everyone where you've gone later."
I took the two items and we thanked Neville and then used the cloak and started moving.
Little did I know, there will be no words with Neville or anyone else in the hall later or ever.
She was helping the other teachers in tending to the injured and moving the bodies, when she suddenly felt the urge to have some sherry. Gods, it was an addiction, yet she can't help it now. She made the excuses to Aurora and Horace about her need to have the particular potion she uses for enhancing and maintaining her inner eye. They both looked at her strangely and then sensing her tiredness, asked her to go have some rest and that they will take care of others.
That's how Sybill P. Trelawney left her colleagues behind and moved away from the great hall and towards the north tower, unaware that her last significant conversation would be with a boy. A terrible conversation indeed. With a boy with a lightning-shaped scar.
The Reparo spell, when used by the elder wand worked wonders. And he was still admiring his repaired holly wand. Ron still gave him a sceptical look as harry kept the wand back on Dumbledore's office. But harry was sure. He didn't want anyone to have THAT wand. It was too dangerous. Cost too much. As the three of them turned to leave nodding at Dumbledore a final time, the portrait called harry back and asked to have a private conversation, just like they used to have every year.
Harry smiled at the man's portrait and looked at his smiling friends and told them to go have food and he'll join them soon. Just as the door closed behind them, an ominous feeling rose within harry. He neglected it thinking he was just tired.
Little did he know, that the feeling was an indication that he'll never meet them again.
However he spoke to Dumbledore, who told him that, he was very happy on his success and proud of him. And he wanted to gift harry something. "Open the Armando Dippet's portrait with the latch below it, my boy". When harry did so, he found a box inside which had a familiar blood red stone. He looked at Dumbledore in shock.
"The philosopher's stone. But you said you destroyed it sir? ", harry asked.
"I didn't. But that's what I wanted you, anyone else who may think to misuse it, and Voldemort (who may use Legilimency on you), to think. It can't be destroyed harry. The Flamels, being your very distant relatives due to their Ravenclaw ancestors by the way, understood the danger and so died willingly. After all, to the well organised mind, death is but the next great adventure. "
" And now harry, I want you to keep it. It belongs to you. Use it, if you wish. But safeguard it at all costs. I can only trust you with this. I still can, can't I? Otherwise take it, without complains, as an apology for all those years with the dursleys" asked a teary voiced dumbledore.
Harry was choked at words and could only nod and then turned to the sword remembering something.
"Yes, harry it belongs to you too." said Dumbledore who noticed Harry's gaze.
Harry admired the sword and picked it up and said, "No sir, I need to return it to goblins".
He told the portrait everything about his promise to griphook who praised his honour.
"But harry, I didn't say it in front of your friends, remembering Mr. Weasley's occasional bouts of jealousy, but you should not leave the elder wand with my body. As Voldemort demonstrated, it can be used for evil, with nearly it's full power; it just can't be used to attack it's master. Presently that is you. The legend would spread wide. And someone may simply disarm you and then simply return to my tomb and take the wand. I suggest you wield it. It can't be disarmed from it's master. One would have to kill you to take it. And I know, it's a rather difficult thing to do. ", Dumbledore said urgently yet smiling.
Harry considered it seriously and then picked up the wand, nodding at Dumbledore, thinking that he'd have to keep his possession of the wand, a secret from everyone. With that, he turned from the office and then started down the spiral staircase.
Her trip to the north tower was simple and undisturbed. After having a glass or two of sherry, she was still in her senses. Yet, just as she reached near the corridor of headmaster's office, she started feeling a sudden light-headedness. However, the gargoyle to the office opened up, and out came... Potter?
The boy noticed her and became nervous. Why shouldn't he? After all, her words, more or less destroyed his life. And her "occasional" predictions on his life didn't endear her to him. She must apologize to him, she thought.
However, the light-headedness in her head increased to a point, where she felt peace of a complete nature. Unaware to her, the small gift of smaller inner eye, gifted by the almighty kicked in as her brain and soul connected to the cosmic forces, and her mouth starred uttering words.
Terrible words, that she wouldn't even remember.
THE END OF THE WORLD IS ABOUT TO OCCUR
THE DARK LORD'S SERVANT LOST HIS FAITH
BUT ANGER AT LOSS WILL REKINDLE HIS DARKNESS
HE WILL TRY TO VANQUISH THE SAVIOR
ONLY THE DEATH RECOMBINED CAN SAVE THE SAVIOR
THE END OF THIS WORLD IS...
Here she stopped. Harry was bewildered. The fool has spouted another prophecy. She was still in trance. But harry thought; she'll just have repeated her first line. And so he had already turned to the gargoyle, up the spiral staircase.
In his haste to inform and counsel with Dumbledore and due to his assumption that the prophecy was over, he didn't hear the other half of the prophecy at all, which was wheezed out by Trelawney, just as harry reached the stairs halfway.
THE END OF THIS WORLD IS... INEVITABLE
YET THE SAVIOR SHALL LIVE IN ANOTHER REALM
THE REALM WILL BREAK WHEN THE WARS RETURN
WOLVES WILL FIGHT LIONS AND THE STAGS WILL BURN
YET ALL CAN FAIL SHALL THE WINTERS BRING LONG NIGHT
BUT THE SAVIOR CAN SAVE ALL WITH A LONE DRAGON'S LIGHT