Harry Potter the Wolf King

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Chapter 4

Winterfell

A fire crackled in a bedroom's fireplace heating the room up to ward off the North's cold temperature, the bedroom was large, but not something extravagant. The large bed looked to be hardly slept in, the room had a cosy feel to it with the fire bathing the whole room in its warmth. The noon sun was coming through the window overlooking a desk that was covered with papers and maps showing that it had been put to use lately, two wardrobes and a bookshelf were spread around the room, a light grey banner with the snarling head of a wolf was between a wardrobe and bookshelf on the wall opposite the door and a longsword hung above the bed. The fireplace, set in the wall opposite the bed and next to the desk had candle wax dripping down from the candles on the shelf above, and in front of the fireplace were two chairs.

In one of those chairs, a man sat slumped with his right arm on the arm of the chair and his hand resting against his forehead holding up his head while he stared into the fire. The man looked to be is in his mid-thirties and was neither large nor outrageously handsome. He has a long face, dark hair and grey eyes. His closely trimmed beard was beginning to grey and his eyes had dark underlines from lack of sleep making him look older than his years.

His name was Eddard "Ned" Stark and he was the Warden of the North.

He was also the husband of Catelyn Stark and the father of Harry, Sansa and Arya Stark.

He had been sitting there for most of the nights during the past week, in his mind, there was a mountain of thoughts and emotions running madly as he gazed at the fire. The reason for his turmoil was clutched in his left hand, a simple letter. A letter that was written by his eldest daughter sending information to him about what had happened to his wife and children. 6 days ago they had left to go to the village close to Wolfswood, it had been a small trip that they had made before and normally he didn't have any reason's to worry.

They were accompanied by their normal contingent of eight guards.

So it had come as a shock to him that 6 nights ago when a storm had blown in quickly, he spotted Hedwig his son's owl flying into the Hall with a letter from his daughter. The letter had been simple, telling him that they had been caught in a storm and had taken shelter in a hidden place Harry knew about.

Hearing this he hadn't been too worried about them not being able to return immediately knowing his son knew a few of the old hidden hunting shelters that the Stark family had set up. But, as the days passed and the storm continued as well as no new notes arriving he began to worry, as much as he wanted to send men out in search of his family he didn't want to risk the lives of his men, so as soon as the storm had let up on the 5th day he sent a small search party to the village near Wolfswood to find them.

Even with the group sent out, he was still worried when they didn't return that night, but it was during the night that he received a raven informing him that the guards escorting his family had been ambushed and killed by bandits, that's when he became fearful for his family.

Immediately, he despatched more search parties. Three groups were sent out following the three roads going in that direction to search for his family. The biggest problem was he didn't know the shelter that they were waiting for the storm out in, that's if they were hiding in one and hadn't been captured in the first place and the letter was written under duress.

As he sat there now on the 6th day staring at the flames he couldn't help but think about his missing family members, his wife and three children. He didn't know what he would do without them around Winterfell. The last couple of nights he had been plagued by nightmares that have invaded his dreams, without any word from his wife and children. Visions filled with finding their frozen bodies and upon receiving the letter turned into despicable deeds of torture and rape done to his wife and daughters, their bodies used and their minds are broken before being sold into slavery. His son sharing the same fate, unless he was outright killed while he was defending his sisters and mother. Something he knew his son would do to his last breath.

Looking into the fire, he thought about his wife, the women that had birthed most of his children. Catelyn was a strong woman, one who had come to the North and made a place for herself. He knew that she still at times felt like an outsider, he could see it in her eyes, but it was something he didn't help with as much as he should have. Catelyn was always meant to be the Lady Winterfell with her betrothed to his brother Brandon Stark before his death, but after Brandon's death, it looked like she wouldn't be, until he agreed to marry her in exchange for her father's support in the war. It was something that made him feel like he had been stabbed in the heart since he was already in love with another woman and had planned to elope with her. But for Robert's war, he gave up his love to get his sister back. He knew that Catelyn wasn't to blame for them marrying and he should have made the most of it but he could never fully embrace their marriage when he would never love her like he loved Jon's mother.

That didn't mean he didn't try or that he was bedding other women like his friend Robert Baratheon was. He had tried to be a faithful and good husband and he was. But there was one exception where he met the woman he loved again and lay with her. Something that to this day, he was not onlyashamed of but also happy about. When he saw the woman next, she placed his child in his arms before he returned North. He still remembered the look Catelyn gave him when she saw the infant in his arms, she knew what he had done and he could see the hurt that he caused her. Even now years later the hurt was still present, she never fully forgave him, he knew that. But she still did try to love him but it had become a marriage of duty in the end.

Now that she was missing the part of him that tried to love her was worried and would continue to be until she was home.

Thinking of Cat made his thoughts turn to his missing children with her, his daughters, Arya his youngest and Sansa his eldest daughter. He somehow knew Arya would be happy if they were taking shelter in a Stark hideaway. She always did have a wild spirit, so much like the wolf, they are known for, and that side of her longed to be free, a spirit that reminded him so much of his sister. Watching her grow was like watching his sister in his memories playing in front of him with how she acted, he had caught her more than once trying to fight and play with her brothers. At first, she tried to get Robb to teach her how to fight and use a bow but he declined by telling her that if he did he would have to answer to their mother, before going off with Theon.

He had seen it happen a few times and after which Arya seemed to lose any interest in getting help from Robb, it didn't mean that she ignored him, she still acted like he was her brother but she would never go to him if she had a problem. She seemed to go to Harry and Jon, the three of them had a good relationship. Something he thought Catelyn would disapprove of, but she didn't. He had watched as Harry would sneak her out of lessons with Septa Mordane and Old Nan to teach her how to wield a dagger, and how to use a bow and smaller style blade. He allowed it as he remembered Lyanna doing the same.

His thoughts moved towards Harry and his twin sister, his eldest daughter Sansa. He didn't know what to make of their relationship, they were close, maybe closer than twins should be, it was something to think about but they were also so different at times. Harry seemed to take after the Stark side while Sansa took more after the Tully side, like their mother. But he also noticed that Harry had a way of drawing the Stark side of out her. From a young age, Sansa had been tutored by the Septa Mordane who taught her about her station as a noblewoman, she was partially raised on stories from Old Nan of heroic knights and dashing Princes coming to sweep young maidens off their feet. Something that annoyed him. Because of those stories his daughter seemed to believe in them as if that was how the world works, he was afraid that when she realised that the world was not like those stories she would be in for a big wake-up. And he dreaded how she got that wake-up.

He also worried about the person that gave her that wake-up and what his son would do to them as penance.

'Harry', he mentally sighed. He knew that his son would cause some problems when Sansa was involved, he could tell Harry loved his sister. Both sisters and they love him back. But he also knew that Harry was overprotective of Sansa more than Arya because of the way she saw the world. The number of times he heard Harry drag Sansa into one of the unused rooms and forced her to learn how to hold a dagger was too numerous to count, he had once watched along with Cat when Harry told her he wanted her to know how to protect herself until he got there. But, to his surprise, Sansa didn't fight her brother as much as she would have if it was anyone else, in one lesson he watched Harry correct her stance and her grip then made her practice swinging and stabbing. He had thought she would have complained or spoke about not needed to learn how to use a dagger but she didn't once, she spent the whole time they were there listening to her twin and whenever he congratulated her she would beam with pride. He remembers watching Sansa slowly start to seek Harry out more whether it was to train, to take her on an outing in the woods or even just sleeping beside him while he reads, he was glad his daughter and son could find some more common ground. Looking back his daughter had begun to change and it was a change that he was hoping continued.

Thinking of the change in his daughter made him admit that his son is growing into a fine man, even at the age he is now. More than once he watched as Harry looked after his younger siblings, keeping them out of trouble or getting them into trouble, but he would always make sure that they were happy and safe. Harry seemed to take on the role of the eldest brother easily something the Robb seemed to only do on occasion. But, he knew that it was his fault. Looking back now he knew he made a mistake with the way he raised Harry compared to the way he raised Robb, even Jon spent more time being raised by him than Harry did.

That was his mistake, it made Harry far too independent, because of this, he saw Harry mentally matured faster than the others. Harry seemed to raise himself along with Cat, he knew Cat was raising his younger children almost by herself as he raised Robb and Jon, something that should have upset her more than it did. Sitting here now, he was sure he did the right thing by concentrating on teaching Robb so he would be ready when it was his time to become Lord of Winterfell, unlike when he took the title, but in some part of his mind, he knew it was a lie.

Even now if he really looked at what Harry had done for the North, he could see that even without any of his help or teachings Harry was doing more for the North then Robb was. When Harry had come to him with a chest full of gold bars marked with the crest of House Stark he had found in a hidden hunting den. Wanting to test his sons had asked them what should be done with the gold.

Robb had answered to add it to the house coffers and be done with it as it could be used later when needed, Jon's idea was to send it to the Black Watch to buy needed supplies, but when he asked Harry he showed him plans that he had been working on. At first, seeing the plans he was sceptical, but when it was explained to him and since he knew about Harry's magic, the plans did seem workable. So with that, he agreed to do all three, a third to the coffers, a third to the Watch and a third to carry out Harry's plans. That was a couple of years ago, now with the money, Harry was given it had been returned with interest, and making the North not so dependent on the South for their food needs.

Who would have thought, the empty Holdfast not far from Winterfell now had several large greenhouses producing enough fruit and vegetables to feed just over a third of the North, and was also making high-quality alcohol.

Because of the how successful Harry's idea had become, it caused some conflict between Robb, Theon and Harry mainlydue to envy they felt. Robb wasn't as upset with Harry but feltoutdone, but Theon Greyjoy was a different story. From what he saw, Theon didn't like that Harry was more successful than him which had caused them to come to blows.

A day had passed after the first six-month report from Holdfast came in and he had just finished teaching Robb and Jon about the oaths taken by the Stark bannerman when he went outside to find Theon arguing with Harry. Harry had been working in the Blacksmith's forge, something that shocked Ned when he had seen him do it the first time. Not because he thought his son shouldn't dirty his hands like a lowborn but because he remembered his father telling him that his Grandfather used to do the same.

When he asked Harry what the arguing was about he found out that Theon had interrupted Harry while he was working, he never found out what was said only that Harry had taken offence to it and slugged Theon in the face. It wasn't the first time Harry had punched Theon and most likely wouldn't be the last.

To settle the fight, he had to send Theon off with Robb, after they had left, he asked Harry what he was currently working on and the answer surprised him as he thought Harry had taken to the forge as a hobby, "I am going to make my own sword and armour." Harry had said to him.

Hearing the answer he would have laughed, but he could see that Harry was serious. Harry went on to tell him that he had been speaking to the traders that come from across the narrow sea to trade crops and alcohol with Winterfell once every 2 months. They had spoken about finding him some different types of metal. It surprised him when Harry brought him a set of three steel daggers he made for Catelyn, Sansa, and Arya they were very high quality, but when he showed him the twin daggers he was making for himself it shocked him even more as he hadn't seen anything like them before that day.

Each of the knives measures 13 7/16th inches concaved edged blades, they were made from what he was told Dothraki black steel, they had a thick spine with 5 pierced cut-outs made out of polished steel, the handle was going to be made from a broken branch from a weirwood that was in the Godswood and polished steel pommel, overall the blades were 20 ½ inches long.

As he inspected them he knew more than a few Lords would desire those daggers when finished.

What Ned didn't know was that the design was taken from a character's blades in one of the last movies that Harry had seen with his daughters Rose Weasley and Dominique Weasley, from what he remembered seeing of the blades, when not watching his daughters share his cock between them during the whole movie, was the highly attractive women wielding the blades that these were designed after. From what he remembered her name was Tauriel or something.

But the blades weren't the only weapons he had made, Harry had made some more for others as gifts.

As Ned rubbed his eyes he couldn't help but feel drowsy from the lack of sleep worrying about his families fate has caused, deciding that he had sat here enough he stood and decided to go to the kitchens and see if there is any food left over from when the boys had lunch earlier. He picked up his coat that lay on the chair by the door, wrapping it around him he moved to the door to leave. But as he reached for the door it was thrown open.

Looking at the person who barged into his room unannounced he saw the grey eyes of his bastard son, Jon Snow. Looking at his son now he could see more of himself in the boy then his mother, he had the long face that Harry and Arya seemed to inherit from the Starks, dark brown hair, and the grey eyes so dark they almost seem black. But he could see parts of his mother, her nose and chin. But Jon was the only child other than Harry and Arya that took most of their looks from the Stark family.

Ned saw Jon's mouth move but he didn't hear what was said as he was still caught up comparing his son to his missing children. Shaking his head he asked, "Sorry, what did you say?"

Jon looked at his father with a confused face, he knew his father hadn't slept much since his brother and sisters, along with step-mother went missing and it was clearly visible. He was surprised that his father didn't hear what he just said considering what it was about. Deciding it was just lack of sleep, he spoke again, "I said that there are ridings approaching, Father. Three horses but four riders."

Hearing this Ned stood up straighter before he quickly made his way out of the room, "From whereand can you make out the riders?" he asked hoping it was them.

"From the South-West Father and no, not completely. But from the way they came and the fact that there are four riders I would say it is them, Robb is there, and he sent me to fetch you and should know by the time we get there." Jon said, quickly following after his father's hurried footsteps.

Ned and Jon didn't speak again until they reached the gate, they hurriedly passed some of the common folk who worked in Winterfell and could see the hopeful look on some of their faces as news had already spread about the riders. As they reached the gate they spotted Robb coming down the stairs from the guard tower.

"Is it them?" Ned asked, tension clearing visible to all around them.

Robb, walked up to him with a smile on his face for anyone to see, "It's them, Father," he said, relief showing on his face before it turned into a frown, "But I saw Mother doubling up with Harry, I'm unsure why."

Hearing that it was his missing family members made Ned heave a sigh in relief, he looked at his eldest son. Ned could see that Robb's appearance clearly favours his Tully side more than his Stark side, with a stocky build, bright blue eyes that clearly held relief and thick red-brown hair. He was a strong young man and had clearing also clearly been worried about his Mother and siblings if the bags under his eyes were anything to go by.

Clapping his hand on his son's shoulder with a smile on his face, "It doesn't matter, what really matters are that they are home and as long as they are fine, a missing horse is nothing to worry about." Ned told his son, before turning to the gate guards, "Open the gate." He ordered.

"Yes, Lord Stark."

Soon creaking, groaning, and cracking sounds could be heard from the large gates as they opened, the ice broke away and fell from the top of the gates from being frozen from the last storm. When the gates were open they started to make their way out the gates to greet their missing family. As they walked out a young man fell in step with Robb, he was a lean, dark, handsome youth who seems to find the whole affair amusing if his cocky smile was anything to go by. Anyone could see the arrogance rolling off him as pushed Robb with his shoulder.

His name was Theon Greyjoy.

"See, I told you they would be fine." He said, the cocky grin never leaving his face.

Robb gave him a sideways glance, "Yes, you did. But when you heard that their guards were killed you didn't look so sure." He said with a smile.

Hearing that his smile fell a bit, before returning, "True, but I also said that the little shit would know where to hide since he's so good at it." He said, a frown again making its way onto his face as he spoke about Harry.

Robb didn't say anything but still gave Theon a look that told him not to start, but it was Jon that shot him a glare from behind the two, something only Ned saw as he looked back at the three.

As they walked out the gate they came to a stop as they saw the riders heading their way, soon they were joined by his youngest sons Bran and Old Nan carrying Rickon. Relief swept through the Stark family as they were able to make out Sansa on the first horse followed by Arya with Harry and Catelyn bringing up the rear on his horse. For a second some wondered where her horse was and the way she was riding so close to Harry but let the thought pass as they were just happy that they were home safe.

Soon Harry made his way to his father and stopped. Ned, seeing this walked around and held out his hand for his wife to take.

"Welcome home." He said, as his eyes looked over Harry and his wife before turning and taking in his daughters looking to see that they were alright, "I'm glad you're all safe."

"We are well, father," Harry said looking at his Father surprised how old he seemed at this point in time. Before any more could be said Ned helped Catelyn off his horse, once she was down he looked at her again trying to see if she had been hurt and was hiding it. But what he saw surprised and confused him she seemed younger somehow, like a weight had been lifted off her and seemed to gain ten years of her life back. He was unsure what he was actually seeing. Deciding not to mention it in front of so many people he let it go he was too happy to really care right now, as he was about to ask his wife what happened she spotted Bran and Rickon being held back by Old Nan quickly she made her way over to them.

Turning he looked at his son again to see him watching him, giving Harry a smile Ned reached up and took the reins of Strider letting Harry dismount. When he had dismounted Harry walked forward and took the reins of Strider and walked up and took the reins of Sansa's horse from Robb who had been happy to see his family back together safe.

"Little brother," he said cheerfully as he swept Harry into a hug before pulling back and resting his hand of Harry's shoulders, "I'm glad your safe, Sansa just told me that you fell into the river, you're lucky you didn't die from the cold." He said.

"I'm fine, Robb, I had Mother and our sisters looking after me. You and I both know they would never let me go," he said, meaning two different things with that one sentence which no one but his female family members caught. Gaining small blushes from Sansa and Arya.

"That's right, Harry is ours and we would fight the Old Gods for him if we have to," Arya said proudly.

"Hahaha, and what will you fight him with dear sister," Robb said, a chuckle still on his lips.

"I'd fight him with my dagger and I wouldn't let him go," Arya stated.

A voice from the person holding her horse made her turn to him, "Really and I take it that your dagger skills have gotten better since you left?" Jon asked, laughing as all he got back was a pout.

"That's enough you lot, let's get inside quickly and you can tell us what happened," Ned said as he walked over to Harry retaking Strider's reins from him, while Robb retook Sansa's as well.

Seeing this Harry moved beside his sister who hadn't said much since they arrived, as he went to speak Sansa shook her head and just held out her hand for him to take. Seeing this Harry took her hand, then slowly he helped Sansa off her horse. When she reached the ground, she moved forward and embraced him before her head fell into Harry's shoulder and she didn't move. Worried that she was going to do something in front of everyone Harry made to talk until he heard sniffles coming from his twin.

"Sansa?" he asked confused, looking at the other members of his family getting confused looks back before his eyes fell on his mother. He could see she had an idea what was wrong with his twin.

Quietly he heard Sansa speak, "I'm sorry when I told Robb what happened, I remembered that you nearly died and it would have been my fault." She said softly.

Hearing this he understood what was going through her mind, Sansa hadn't realised what nearly happened to him before now because of the constant coupling the four did while they were in the cave. Now that they were at home and safe she realised that he almost died, due to her inability to control her horse.

Harry spoke softly to his twin, "Sansa, I'm fine and was always going to be ok. I had my magic to keep me healthy, I also had what I needed most with me. I had you, Arya, and mother with me so I knew that I would be safe no matter what. So, you don't have to worry," then he added even softer tone so only she could hear him whisper, "Besides, now that you are my lover you are mine in mind, body, and soul and no one will be able to take me away from you." He finished possessively.

Hearing this he could feel the hiccup she let out before pulling back and quickly wiping her eyes, before a smile graced her face and soft, "Thank you," was heard by all.

Turning he looked at his mother with a small smile on her face and a quick glance at the elder Starks showed they all had the same smile, all except Arya who seemed to be holding back a scowl, before quickly hiding it.

"Now, let's head inside and get warm, there should be some food left over from lunch for you to eat and while you are doing that you can inform me of what happened," Ned said as he handed the reins off to a stable boy, Robb and Jon following his lead. As Ned walked away Harry could catch his Mother's eye knowing his father would want to know what they had been doing for the last couple of days and telling him that his son was fucking his wife and daughters was not something that Harry was going to tell him.

Walking into the small dining room with a rectangle table that set aside for when they Stark family wanted to have a quick dinner alone. As they walked in Sansa never tried to remove herself from her twin's arms, something that everyone noticed but other than Harry's lovers the rest of the family presumed that she was still upset from earlier. But Arya and Catelyn knew otherwise and narrowed their eyes in annoyance.

As they reached the table Harry turned to Theon who had followed behind them, "Theon, could you take Bran and help him with his archery until we are done?" he asked politely, but everyone could tell it was an order.

He gave Harry a look of loathing at being given an order he spoke, hostility clear for the family to hear, "I take orders from Lord Stark, not some pup."

Harry's anger flared at his response and it was clear to everyone present that Harry was holding his temper back just by the look in his eyes. To anyone there, they could see a wild savageness in his eyes, but it was only Ned that knew what that truly meant. It wasn't the first time he saw a Stark's eyes look like that, his sister and deceased brother's eyes would become that same just as quickly when angered, Harry's eyes reminded him of his father's when he was angered. It was the eyes of a wolf that was about to kill its prey.

Before Ned could say or do anything to stop Harry from attacking Theon whether it was with words or his sword he was beaten to it by Robb, "Harry, Theon has every right to hear what you have to say as he has been as worried about yours', Mother's and our sisters' return." Robb finished defending his friend.

Seeing this Harry hackles raised at the fact that Robb once again took Theon's side in an argument, something that happened more often than him taking Harry's side. Theon hearing Robb take his side again sent Harry a smirk, seeing this Harry's eyes started to glow showing he was just suppressing his rage, something that Ned and Catelyn spotted clearly.

Again Ned moved to speak as he saw Harry's left-hand clench and his right move to his sword, but before he could say anything he was cut off again by an unexpected person speaking, "That might be true, Robb, but right now as the Lady of Winterfell I am instructing you, Theon Greyjoy, to take my son to the practice fields and help him with his archery like my other son has asked you to do. This is a conversation that is between family and Bran is not ready for this type of topic." Catelyn said, her own eyes frosting over as she looked at Robb and then Theon. Both young men shrunk back from her gaze.

Seeing the tension in the room Jon knew something had happened and didn't want to be caught in the crossfire, "I can take him if you wish Lady Stark?"

Catelyn quickly turned her frozen gaze to her husband's bastard, seeing this Ned went to step in between them but again wasn't quick enough, as his wife spoke he cursed his lack of sleep making him react slowly, "Jon Snow, I will put this straight right now. I did not like you as you were a reminder of your father's infidelity. But as your younger brother pointed out to me that a child cannot choose who their parents are, but Ned is your father and while I will never be or claim to be your mother you are part of this family, so you will sit here and listen to what it said. Is that understood?" she said staring right into Jon's confused eyes.

Jon Snow didn't know what to do, he had spent so much of his young life avoiding this woman, and he knew that she disliked him but he thought she outright hated him. It was then he remembered her saying about his younger brother talking to her. Quickly he looked at Harry and can see the smirk on his face, he now knew that he had something to do with this. Looking back a Lady Stark he could see her waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Lady Stark." He said.

Jon wasn't the only one surprised and confused, the whole family knew of Catelyn's dislike for Jon, she didn't hide it but now thinking about it, they realised she hadn't spoken in any way negative to or about him in years. They couldn't really be sure when or how but looking back now they could see Catelyn acting different towards the boy, but they didn't know why and like Jon they realised that it was Harry's doing.

Turning to the young man they could all see the suppressed rage was mostly gone and now a smirk was on his face, but his eyes still glowed ominously, and most people in the room couldn't help but smile at what he had done.

The only one not smiling was Theon, he had always put down Jon for being an unwanted Bastard. Now though he had felt he had just been slapped by Catelyn Stark's words. He, Theon Greyjoy, The Heir of House Greyjoy and the Iron Islands was being tossed out of the room for a Bastard of all things because of that little shit. Turning he could only glare at the boy for doing this to him.

But before he could say anything he was again addressed by Lady Stark, "Theon, will you take Bran out to the practice yard like you have been instructed?" she asked, but everyone there knew she was ordering him to do it.

Turning to Lord Stark he hoped to get some support for him to stay but was only met with a nod of Ned's head towards Bran then the door, seeing this he turned to the second youngest male Stark, "Let's go, Bran," he said angry clear in his voice, as he walked towards the door but not before throwing a glare at Harry again, only to be met with a disinterested look.

Bran looked at his mother and could tell she was upset and quickly followed Theon instead of trying to stay.

Seeing Theon gone Catelyn looked at her family, she could see Robb upset that she had agreed with Harry but after what happened they had spoken of the ride home and both agreed that this was to be kept between their family members. It had nothing to do with the fact she was fucking him.

Turning she looked down at the child next to her holding her hand, before she looked back to Old Nan, "Nan, would you mind looking after Rickon until we are finished?" she asked.

"Yes, Milady," Old Nan said.

"Thank you, I will be there as soon as I finish here," Cat said, before leaning down and kissing her son on the forehead,

"Very well, Milady." Old Nan said, before slowly taking the young child from the room. As Rickon left he looked back to his mother with pleading eyes.

"Old Nan, could you also tell the guards that we are not to be disturbed?" Harry asked.

Looking at Harry she nodded her head and answered, "Very will young master." Before leaving.

Ned watched all of this, it had surprised him when Catelyn forced Theon to leave but let Jon stay. He knew his wife wouldn't pick sides unless she considered it important so moving to the head of the large rectangle table he sat.

As soon as Ned sat the rest of the family made their way to their chairs, Catelyn sat to Ned's left in the Lady Winterfell seat, Robb sat on his right in the place of the heir, and Jon then sat on Robb's right getting a small frown from Catelyn since it should have been where Harry sat. Instead, he sat beside her with Sansa next to him still holding onto his arm and Arya beside her. This had always been what Catelyn was worried about with accepting Jon he would take her children's place in the family.

Seeing the small frown Harry discreetly placed his hand on her leg and slowly started rubbing his thumb in circles, sending a comforting feeling through his mother. Catelyn feeling her son's hand on her leg and the movement of histhumb tried not to let it show that she had started to think about the more pleasurable memories of the last few days.

"Now, you were going to explain what happened?" Ned asked looking at his wife.

Catelyn looked at her husband as she was pulled from her memories, clearing her throat she started talking, "We were traveling back from Crofter's village when we were confronted by what looked like a group of bandits, the guards confronted them and gave us a chance to leave so we could make it back to Winterfell since returning to Crofter's was out of the question as another group came up behind us."

"You didn't stay and fight?" Robb asked looking at Harry, "You left your guards to fight them off." He finished.

Everyone could hear the accusation clearly even if Robb didn't say it, they knew it meant, "You fled like a coward while they fought." knowing what Robb was hinting at made the wolf inside Harry howled with fury. The fact that this little prick dared to imply that he was a coward made Harry want to rip his throat out, even if he was his brother.

As Harry made to stand Catelyn's hand moved to his shoulder holding him in place while Sansa's hidden hand reached down and settled on her brother's cock and started stroking it, while she hugged him tighter to keep him calm.

"Robb!" Ned rebuked his eldest son as he watched his younger son start to stand. Ned was tired, not stupid he knew that if his wife and daughter didn't stop Harry he would have escalated into a fight, one that he knew Robb would lose. Even with their age difference, he knew Harry was the stronger of the two even without a weapon.

Robb turned to look at his father to see him giving him a look to watch what he said, nodding he sat back in his seat and waited to hear what had happened.

Jon and Arya watched what had happened they knew the two didn't see eye to eye all the time but didn't think Robb would make a comment like that, Jon unlike Arya knew it was because Theon was made to leave by Lady Catelyn.

"Continue," Ned said, trying to get back to the matter at hand.

Giving Robb a look to stay silent Catelyn continued, "Harry was going to stay until the guards urged him to leave, so we along with two guards made for Winterfell. As we were riding some bandits were able to get past the guards, the last of our guards turned to intercept them as they did we were able to hear what we presume was the leader speak." Catelyn paused and looked at Harry before nodding.

Harry looked at his father before he began, "We didn't hear it all but we did hear enough. He said, 'our orders are to kill the boy, but keep the women alive so they can be used for ransom after we have our fun with them first.' Those were his exact words. Someone hadpaid those bandits to come after us." He finished, a hard, cold tone to his voice at the idea of someone defiling his mother and sisters.

"WHAT?" the roars of the Stark men could be heard from the training yard, it was only the fact that they were asked not to be disturbed that stopped anyone from coming to see what was wrong.

Speaking about what he heard, Harry wasn't the only one who looked murderous, Ned, Robb, and Jon all had looks that could kill at the thought of what Harry just said.

"Are you sure you heard right brother?" Robb asked, no annoyance in his voice directed at Harry anymore.

Looking at Robb for a few seconds, Harry gave him a nod and a firm "Yes," even if they fought they were still brothers and loved their family, not in the same way of course, but they still would wage war to protect them. Like any brothers, they argued and sometimes even came to blows but at the end of the day, they would fight to protect their family.

Before anyone else could voice their feelings they were cut off from the head of the family, "Are you certain of this Harry? Cat?" Ned asked.

"I am father," Harry answered his face set in stone.

Quite, but firm he continued, "That is a very serious claim to make, son,"

"Ned?" Catelyn asked thinking her husband didn't believe her son turned lover.

"I know father," he answered at the same time.

"What we said was the truth Ned," before Catelyn could continue Ned held up his hand. Robb and Jon watched they were bursting to say something but they knew to hold their tongues right now being such a sensitive topic.

More than once the Robb and Jon looked at their Catelyn and their sisters, quietly waiting to hear what their father had to say. If anyone would have looked at Arya closely they would have noticed her eyes slightly narrowed watching Sansa's hand still rubbing her twin brother's cock.

"I did not say that you were mistaken or being untruthful, I only wanted to make sure that was defiantly what you both heard?" he finished looking at Mother and Son.

Catelyn looked at Harry as he did the same, they had both heard the orders from the lead bandit as they were the closest. Sansa and Arya had both been in front as both Harry and Catelyn wanted them to make a break for it if they either one was caught. When they had a spare moment in the cave the two spoke about what they heard and why they might be after them, they had come up with some ideas but no leads.

"Yes, father."

"It was Ned."

"Then we will have to look more into it." Ned started to say but was cut off.

Robb hearing his mother and brother confirm what they heard stood, looking murderous, "It sounds to me that someone hired these mercenaries to kill my brother and rape and ransom my mother and sisters. We shouldn't just consider it we should be calling the bannermen and having them look into it as well, this might be an act of war against our family." Robb said, looking at his father waiting for him to agree with what he said.

"You're, going about this the wrong way Robb, if we do that, it will make the ones responsible for this know we are looking for them and they will hide any evidence or kill any loose ends. We need to be smart about this, not run around roaring like a Lannister lion." Harry said, trying to make Robb see that they needed to be quiet about this.

"What?!, They threaten to kill you, rape our mother and sisters and you want to be quiet about this? No, we need to hunt down whoever ordered this and bring them to justice." Robb stated as if it was the end of it.

Arya looked at Robb, she had been quiet since they started talking as she wasn't able to really do anything and didn't want to be told to leave since she was only 11 namedays old. She knew what had happened as herself and Sansa heard their mother and brother talking about it one night when they asked they were told everything Harry and their mother knew and after he explained what they should do their mother agreed.

Now hearing Robb protest about doing it quietly made her look at him like he was an idiot, he didn't even try to think about it like Harry explained it to them.

He explained it to them like they should look at it as if they were hunting, more than once he had taken her out to hunt foxes and rabbits. He had shown her how to track their footprints, how to follow their targets quietly so they weren't heard or seen otherwise they would get spooked and when they followed the tracks to the target they fired the arrow through the heart.

He made her look at it the same, they needed to follow the tracks to whoever it was, they needed to do it quietly so they weren't seen or heard otherwise they would get spooked and once they followed the tracks to the target they fire an arrow through the heart.

Or a sword.

"Yes, Robb I know exactly what they were planning to do to Mother, Sansa and Arya, when I looked back at the last of our guards held them off I could see the sick grins on their faces as they looked at them. But, I also know when hunting you don't make any noise to alert the animal you are hunting of the fact that they are being stalked otherwise they will flee, or in this case, they will destroy any evidence of their crime if they haven't already." Harry said calmly, but to his mother and sisters who know him intimately could see the fury his was restraining.

Ned had been quite the whole time, like Robb he wanted to hunt for the men responsible and make them face justice for what they did and planned to do but knew that drawing too much attention to this would cause problems. He looked at Harry and could see he and Cat had obviously spoken about this while they had been waiting out the storm, he wanted to know what they came up with.

"Cat, Harry, you have obviously spoken about this, so I want to hear your thoughts," Ned said, getting the look of disbelief from Robb.

Harry looked at his mother who had taken her hand from his shoulder, he could see that she wanted him to inform his father what he thought they should do. Turning to his father he spoke, "As much as I want these would be rapists' dead we have to realise that they were just the dogs that had been let off their leashes, it's their masters that we want. We know that they were given orders by someone, that is the person we want and because it was an attack against us it has to be someone with money. Looking at the reason why they would want me dead is where we start, it could be due to many reasons for a simple one too complicated ones. They want me dead so that if anything happens to you and Robb it will leave the house at the mercy of others until Bran can take the mantle of Lord Stark, that's is unless they go after him and Rickon as well." Saying this Harry felt his mother stiffen beside him as Sansa's hand squeezed his cock a little too hard.

Arya and Jon drew in a large breath at the thought of what Harry said, they knew that Jon would be killed and Sansa and Arya would be married off to tie two houses together and make the claim to the North legitimate. Ned and Robb both growled at Harry's words hearing the truth.

"Without a Lord Stark, Sansa and Arya could be pressured into marriage to keep the house safe, but as I said that is one reason. But I don't think it is the reason since it would cause the King and his court to look this way since he is your friend, father. I am not even going to mention Mother's Father's House demanding vengeance if it happened. No, I think and mother agrees it is something more simple, greed." Harry said paused to see if anyone else could see what he did.

"The Holdfast!" was whispered softly by Jon.

"The Holdfast." Harry answered looking at Jon and giving him a nod, "It's the only reason that makes sense why they would do this since some of the houses in the south are losing money since they exported food to the North. Now that we are starting to supply our own as well as supply the Bear Islands, Hornwood, The Wall and some of the other smaller villages as well and the alcohol we are selling, they would be losing a fair amount of money. This would explain why they want me dead and why they want mother, Sansa, and Arya, I have caused their businesses to lose money while Mother, Sansa, and Arya could be used to ransom for the profits from The Holdfast or even close it." Harry finished meeting his Father's face.

Robb and Job sat there with their heads down thinking about what their brother just said, as much as Robb didn't want to believe it Harry was right. The Holdfast was making a large profit and it seems to only be growing, some of the Southern Houses hadn't been happy about the loss of profits, even a couple of Houses in the North also took a loss since they ran businesses that imported fruit and vegetables to the North. But he never thought that anyone would target his family for it.

The Holdfast was Harry's idea and he knew that it brought in a large amount of coin after the first turnover, he will admit he had been jealous that Harry came up with the idea. But he also knew Harry didn't do it just to rub it in his face, he did it because he cared about the North and its people. He had watched the Holdfast grow from a small outpost to a village. They had men from Houses such Cerwyn, Mormont, Umber, Reed, and Forrester adding to the Stark men sent to guard the Holdfast against bandits, raiders, and wildlings. As well as some lowborn people to work the greenhouses.

He had known that not all the Houses in the North were happy with losing income from exporting goods, and less said about the South the better, but he didn't think they would attack his family for it.

Looking up at Harry he asked, "Are you sure about this? As much as they have lost I don't believe anyone in the North would attack our family."

Harry looked at Robb then Jon, he could see Jon agreed with Robb, but there was a small sliver of doubt there, he knew Jon thought that every Lord was like their father and had honour the same as he did. That was why he went to great lengths to follow his example. Turning to look at his father before answering he could see his father had mixed thoughts.

"Robb, greed does things to people. You know this, Father has taught you and Jon this, and he has shown you in fact when he has held court. You can't deny this as you have heard what some people have done to each other and before you say that they are common people and don't have as much as us or don't know better. You're being naïve, the more people have the more that they will do to keep it." Harry said.

Both he and Catelyn had been watching Ned as they spoke and saw the wince that Ned tried to hide when he spoke about lessons, but also they also saw him agree with what Harry said.

"If Harry is right what do we do?" Arya spoke up since they had lapsed into silence.

No one spoke at first just looked at each other, "How did they know we were going to Crofter's Village? I know we go there every month or so but we don't always go there at the same time." Sansa asked unknowing giving them somewhere to start.

Quietly Jon spoke, "They would have to be told that you had left and they would have had to be close to Winterfell or Crofter's Village. But not too close as they would have attacked before you reached Crofter's when you were tired." Making them all go quiet again.

It wasn't long before someone broke the silence, "Then that means a spy?" Arya asked/stated something they all knew but didn't want to say.

"Yes, that means that there is a spy, that someone is watching us and reporting our movements to someone," Ned said, wishing that wasn't true. It was a blow to the Lord of Winterfell that someone who could live here would report his wife and children leaving the castle and endanger their lives.

A shiver ran up most of the Stark families spines, they felt violated at knowing that, only Harry and Ned didn't react to this since Ned had been in two wars as well as being Lord Stark knew that someone was always watching, while in Harry's past life had grown used to it since he turned 11-years-old people had been watching everything he did.

But that didn't mean they were happy about it.

"How do we find the spy?" Catelyn asked.

"We can't, we can try but the chances of finding him or her will be difficult, so we can only be careful about what we let others know, but we can't hide away because of it. It might not even be a person at Winterfell. It could be a hunter on the road for all we know." Harry said trying to relieve the fearful looks his sisters had.

"So, if we can't find the spy how do we find who sent the men after you?" Jon asked, not sure where to begin.

Robb looked at his father, "We wait until they leave for Crofter's Village next time and we send people after them." He stated, looking for his father's approval.

Before Ned could agree or disagree Harry spoke, his tone all but calling Robb an idiot, "You're joking, right? You want to take the chance of sending Mother, Sansa, and Arya out as bait in the hope that we catch them. I don't mind going out as bait but you want to try with them putting their lives on the line?"

Hearing that Robb's face turned slightly red as Harry pointing out his mistake, looking at Harry he asked, "Then what would you do?"

Catelyn went to put a stop to her son's argument but before she could someone touched her hand, looking at the owner of the hand she meets the eyes of her husband, she could see that he didn't want her interfering.

"First we go through the names of all the Houses in the North only, make sure that none of them would do this, we eliminate the ones who we know wouldn't attack us, such as the ones that would suffer if we lost the Holdfast. Like The Men of the Night's Watch, Houses Cerwyn, Mormont, Umber, and House Forrester they lose too much if something happens to stop them getting food at a cheaper rate. Then we look at the families that we don't deal with even when offered because they have no need such as Houses Manderly, Karstark, and House Locke. Then we have the houses that we only partially deal with Houses Tallhart, Flint, and House Reed. These houses do more business with the South than us even though House Reed has sent men to guard the Holdfast. Now we have the Houses that either won't do business with us or that we are taking business from them or have some type of grudge against us Houses Ryswell, Whitehill, Dustin, and House Bolton. Houses Ryswell and Dustin are on the fence with us, they are led by people who dislike father, but not enough to harm or help our House, basically, they don't care enough about us." Harry said trailing off slightly.

Hearing this Ned put his head down at what one wrong decision could make.

Seeing this Robb's lips thinned at Harry bringing it up.

Ignoring this Harry continued, "While House Dustin resents Father, they just don't need help from the Holdfast and I don't see Lady Barbrey Dustin going after Mother, Sansa, and Arya as well as killing me before I can return the favour I own her for letting my receive Strider."

"What was the favour you owe her?" Catelyn asked her son, she had known that getting Strider from Lady Dustin should have been nearly impossible. It wasn't that she hated all the Starks, disliked yes, but she only resented and hated Ned, and since Strider was born from the red stallion that Lady Dustin gave her husband, Lord Willam Dustin, when he travelled south with Ned during Robert's Rebellion so it was shocking that she parted with any horse born from that lineage.

"It's not important, just know that doesn't cause harm to our name and House," Harry said waving off his Mother's question.

"Harold, what was the favour?" Ned asked, showing how serious he was by calling Harry's by his proper name. He remembered the last time he spoke to Lady Barbrey and it wasn't a pleasant conversation.

Looking at his father then his mother to see them looking at him waiting for his answer, taking a quick look he could see his brothers and sister also waiting to hear what he has to say. Harry sighed knowing that this might upset them somewhat, after pausing for a second he spoke, "She gave me Strider on the condition that when I reach age I journey south to Dorne and retrieve Lord Dustin's bones so he can be buried at his ancestral home."

"What!" both Ned and Catelyn said in shock, Robb, Jon, Sansa, and Arya were also shocked hearing this.

"Why would you agree to that?" Catelyn asked she didn't like the idea of him going south and looking for grave sites just for a horse.

Ned looked at Harry and shook his head, "Son that is a dangerous task. Also, you will be digging up a grave of a man I buried."

"I know father, but it is something that must be done. Not just so I could have Strider, but because I saw that the Houses Dustin and Ryswell resent our House with Lady Dustin at the head of that resentment towards us. If I do this it will not only show them that we will keep our word but alsomight fix any damage between the two houses. I'm not saying that they are going to rebel against us or target our family but they will only join us in name because they see us as untrustworthy. I'm not laying blame on you for this as I can only guess what state of mind you were in after the Tower of Joy but this is something that I can do that needs to be done. It is the only way for House Stark to regain our honour in the eyes of Houses Dustin and Ryswell." Harry finished, stressing that he needs to do this so Houses Dustin and Ryswell no longer resents their House.

Seeing the looks being passed between their Father and Harry no one spoke, they waited until their Father or Husband made his decision.

It felt that the stare continued for an age but soon Ned hung his head, "Very well when the time comes you can go south to Dorne and retrieve Lord Dustin's bones and return them to Lady Barbrey." He said.

"Father are you sure that is wise?" Robb asked, not sure what to make of his brother self-appointed task.

Ned looked at his eldest, he could see that Robb felt intimidated by Harry but pushed it aside to answer his question, "No, to be honest" he didn't think his son going to Dorne so retrieve Lord Dustin's bones was a good idea. "But as Harry said this is something that needs to be done since he promised he would."

Turning back to Harry, as he did he could see Cat wanted to ask something but spoke instead, "Is that the only thing she asked?"

"Yes, father," Harry said hiding something, getting a nod from his Father.

Watching Harry answer, Catelyn could see he wasn't saying everything, "What else Harry?" she asked, her voice firm.

Looking at his Mother, he could see she knew he was leaving something out, her face was set the way it was when she was talking to him and his sisters in the spring after deciding that they would continue their affair. Knowing what it meant if he lied he took a breath and spoke, "She also allowed me to take Strider because she said I reminded her of Uncle Brandon."

Hearing this Catelyn and Ned went stiff as statues, both for the same yet different reason.

Ned looked at his son and could see what Lady Barbrey meant, Harry did remind him of his brother. Free in spirit, he had a way with words, the fury when angered, and the boldness he often showed was similar. Yes, he could see how Lady Barbrey could see his brother in his son.

Now looking at him, Catelyn could also see Brandon in her son, the protectiveness he held when defending what was his like Brandon did when he duelled over her, the fierce loyalty to his family and his honour, and another thing she could say reminded her of Brandon was the size of his cock.

Something she hoped Lady Barbrey didn't know.

Yes, she had been a maiden on her wedding night and had never touched a cock before Ned's but she had walked in on Brandon changing and saw his size, but she was proud to say that even at his age her Harry was still bigger than both Stark men. So, yes, she did agree with Lady Barbrey to a certain extent but her son didn't just remind her of Brandon, he seemed bigger, and not just the size of his cock it was something else that made him stand out from any Stark men she had met or birthed.

"V-Very well, I can agree with your task. But we will talk more about this at a later date." Ned said to his son.

Hearing this Harry sighed glad they let the subject drop, he didn't want to tell them that there was another part of her request, one that would wait until he returned the bones of her husband.

"So if you do not think it is Houses Dustin and Ryswell that only leaves Houses Whitehill and House Bolton?" Ned said trying to restart their conversation.

"Yes father, Whitehill is completely loyal to House Bolton. They would go to war against us if House Bolton asked them, but they wouldn't attack us for any other reason. While we have had no problems with them they just are more loyal to House Bolton. Saying that, that only leaves the House Bolton who might have sent those bandits." When he finished he saw Robb's face start to look angry, deciding to say something to quickly defuse this, "But again, it might not be them. We have no proof and remember we are only talking about Houses in the North, I didn't include the Houses in the South that are losing money or the other merchants that import products as well." He finished.

"Then why bring them up at all?" Robb asked his face told Harry that he was looking for someone to blame.

"Because it needed to be said, now we don't know who sent them and not wanting to be unprepared for a House of the North being the ones that sent these men I stated the most obvious and ones that have more to gain. Everyone knows that Roose Bolton is a cold, calculating, cunning man and is capable of being very cruel. What's not well known, he wanted his son to marry Sansa or Arya which would most likely give him a chance to become Warden of the North if anything happened to us male Starks." Harry said showing Robb and his father that he had put a lot of thought into who might have attacked their women.

"But, they are loyal to the North I can't believe that they would attack our family," Robb said, not believing what his brother had said.

Harry looked at his brother, he didn't really understand him sometimes. Robb, like their father, was honourable and again like his father he expected everyone to be the same, but unlike his father who understood that not everyone has the same honour as him, Robb had yet to learn that. Shaking his head Harry went to try to make Robb see this but he was beaten to it.

"Robb, not all men have the same honour as your father, you, and your brothers. There are men that will help you one day and stab you in the back the next, you will have to realise this as some men won't hesitate to kill another to get more gold, women, land, or titles." Catelyn said, looking at her eldest.

"I know this mother, I just don't see loyal men of the North trying to kill our family," Robb said naively.

Ned had stayed silent during most of the talk spoke, "Robb, whether they have or haven't tried, isn't up for discussion since we have no proof at the moment and your brother is only explaining his ideas and until we find some proof nothing is going to happen so let it go for now. When we have some leads we will talk about it again." He finished looking at his heir, turning to Harry he continued, "I know you have thought about this and until we can prove that someone ordered the attack I don't want you chasing after ghosts. I have the men that found the bodies tracing the survivors but with the storm, that just passed it will be difficult, in the meantime we have some guards that died to protect you to bury when they return." He said getting nods from his wife, sons, and daughters.

Seeing this he smiled glad that they held the lives given for them in high regard, "Now let's have some lunch. Jory" Ned called out.

Seconds later the door opened and a man in his late twenties walked in, he was about 5 and ¾ tall with dark brown hair, brown eyes, a very light beard, a couple of scars on his face with a stocky build. Over he was a man that you could pass on the street and forget about, "Yes, my Lord?" the now named Jory asked.

"I want you to go and retrieve Bran from the practice fields, and let Old Nan know that we have finished so she can return Rickon." He said.

"Yes, my Lord." He said before turning and making his way out of the room.

"Now, you must be hungry, there should be so leftover food from lunch." He said as he stood and made his way to the kitchen with Jon standing and following as well, soon they returned with bread, cheese, and cooked meat, "This should do until supper, I have asked the staff to make a small welcome home dinner." He finished.

It wasn't long until the sound of feet could be heard running their way before the door was thrown open and Bran, Ned and Catelyn's second youngest son ranin and towards his mother. Reaching her, he wrapped his arms around and a muttered a quiet, "I missed you," before pulling away and sitting next to Jon.

Sansa moved slightly but didn't let go of her twin nor did she remove her hand from his cock, something her mother and sister noticed. Arya tried to hide the anger she was feeling at her sister for being all over her brother when she herself couldn't.

Soon Old Nan returned with Rickon who sat on Catelyn's lap talking quickly, asking where they had been and if they got him anything.

After everyone but the Starks left the four missing Starks started to serve themselves some food.

As Catelyn was taking a drink of wine Ned asked, "So, what did you do the last 6 days while stuck in that cave?" causing her to choke on the wine and start coughing.

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Catelyn moved around her room without a stitch of clothing on her in a semi-daze fashion as she got ready for bed, she was a bit surprised how easy she had gotten used to having Harry, Sansa, and Arya around her while they were all in a state of undress and letting their hands roam over each other bodies. Now that she was back she had to remember to wear clothing again and watching what she does around the others. The welcome home supper that servants had prepared for them had shown her how truly used to it she became and how much she had to watch her words and movements. Once or twice she moved her hand towards her son's body wanting to rid him of his shirt or his pants and taste what was underneath, she had also done the same with her daughters.

She didn't know that only 6 days away could change someone so fast when Ned had asked what they did for those days she had almost choked as what they really did flash before her eyes. After getting her breath back she went on to tell him that they spent most of the time reading or Harry teaching herself, Sansa and Arya some defence with the daggers he made them.

This surprised Robb and Jon as the last time they saw Harry try to teach Sansa in the training yard she didn't put much effort in. Ned knew that Sansa would always learn what Harry taught her when they were alone, and they all knew Arya wanted to learn, but Septa Mordane would always try to put a stop to it. It was easy to explain after their run-in with the bandits that she realised it would do her daughters well if they could defend themselves.

And in a surprising turn, she also informed them that she had Harry reteach her the lessons her uncle Brynden Tully tried to teach her as a young lady. She never really paid attention to his lessons as she like Sansa was raised to be a noblewoman and noblewomen did not learn such things. It surprised the three men that she was learning, Ned had even offered to continue teaching her himself but she declined and stated Harry had agreed to teach her and his sisters. He wasn't the best with a dagger since he preferred a sword or bow but he would make sure they learned.

She hadn't been lying when she told them about his teaching them in the cave when they needed a break or got a bit sore or worn out they would read, talk, or train so she hadn't lied just not told them that they only trained in between fucking each other. But, now, with the excuse of Harry teaching them to defend themselves it would give them more time together and she would reward him for giving up his time.

Thinking about how to reward her son she spotted herself bending over in the mirror out of the corner of her eye, stopping she stood up straight and looked at herself in the mirror. As her eyes wandered over her body she couldn't help the small blush that appeared across her chest and cheeks as she thought about what her son did too and with her body, as she looked closer she was sure she could see some differences in her body that weren't there before she left.

She had always been half proud, half unsure about her large bust, unlike her sister she inherited their mother's bust size. It had always been a sore spot for her sister who was very small breasts wise, while she had large voluptuous ones. But, now she could see that they seemed to sit higher on her chest and were as perky as they had been when she began her flowering. Seeing this she turned to her side and saw her buttocks looked firmer and her waist and stomach looked slimmer.

Thinking about it, she remembered Harry saying that he read about the benefits magic had on the body, how women would look healthier and have more energy. If this is what she looked like after only a couple of days of being bedded by her son she wondered what she would look like after a life spent with him.

At that thought, she couldn't help the shiver that ran up her spine and the moistening of her lush flower.

She was brought out of her thoughts as a body stepped into view, turning she expected to see her naked son ready to make her cry his name as he took her over and over again. But the sight that met her wasn't the young throbbing hard body of her second born son, but his father, as she looked at him she couldn't help the unpleasant feeling the made her shiver.

While his body was not that unpleasant to the eyes it just didn't hold a candle to his son's, what were once strong and toned muscles from swinging a sword was now soft with no definition. Comparing her husband to her loving son's body she could see that while missing the mass because of his age Harry was still more sculptured, solid and as strong, he could already lift and hold her in the air as he fucked her body.

As Ned moved towards her she couldn't help but take a step back making him stop, seeing this she quickly spoke, "Sorry my Husband, I still want to check in on the children before I come to bed."

Ned looked at his wife, he knew that she hadn't seen her children while stuck in that cave, he knew she loved her children and must have missed them dearly, "Cat, you spent time with them at supper and just put the younger ones to bed?" he said his question unasked.

"I know, but…" she said trailing off.

Even with a couple of hours, she had with them before the large supper wasn't much time it seemed, "Very well Cat, I will be waiting for your return." He said with a sigh. He knew she wouldn't allow him to touch her until she was satisfied with seeing her children.

Seeing this Catelyn was unexpectedly happy he didn't push her to go to bed with him like many other Lords would do whether their wife wanted to or not, she knew most young highborn girls are taught that they must attend to their husbands needs no matter what, even she had been. Whereas before taking her son as a lover she would have just gone to bed and lay there as he rutted with her but now some part of her now found that idea unpleasant.

She knew that even though he didn't love her and from the far-off look in his eyes during their copulations he would picture someone else in her place, he was still a good man and wouldn't force himself on her. While some part of her felt awful for taking his son as her lover she knew if he had the chance and his lover wasn't dead she would most likely be his mistress, it wouldn't be the first time a Stark had a mistress.

Walking over she placed a soft kiss on lips, "Thank you, Ned. I will return as soon as possible." She said as she walked over and picked up her warm chamber robe and wrapped it around her and moved to the door.

"Cat!" he said in surprise.

Hearing her name she turned around, "Ned?" she asked.

"You should put something on under your robe." He stated shocked she would go out like that.

Looking down she could see she was fully covered with an only small hint of calves and feet showing, but knew that if she moved wrong she would be exposed for anyone to see. Looking back at her husband's face she just laughed slightly, "Ned, no one is out this time of night besides the guards on the walls so no one will see me. Besides, the more I put on the longer I will take to return." She said.

Hearing this, some part of Ned wanting to make her dress before she left but his cock wanted her to return fasters as he hadn't any relief in close to five years as he hadn't really been able to couple with his wife from guilt. It had started just before their youngest daughter was born, sometimes when he would lay with his wife he would begin picturing his past lover's face. At first, he ignored it but after Rickon, as born he couldn't lay with his wife without her face becoming his dead lover's.

To him, he felt he was being unfair to Cat to sleep with her while his thoughts were about someone else so he had stopped and begun taking care of his own needs. But even then, the face was always that of Jon's mother's and not his wife. But on the nights while his wife, son, and daughters were missing he sat and thought about the way he treated his wife, it wasn't her fault that he could never couple with her without seeing his lover's face.

But looking back, he had also taken away her own relief. So, he decided to restart sleeping with his wife to show her she wasn't just there to birth his children.

Now, looking at his wife about to walk out and check on her children in nothing but a fur-lined chamber robe brought up sexual urges that he had thought he had buried, "Very well I will await your return." He said before he moved to his bed to wait.

Catelyn watched as her husband returned to their bed to wait for her return, she didn't know what brought on his desire to lay with her again. A small part of her, the part raised to be a noblewoman, though she should stay and do her duty as a Lord's wife. But that thought passed quietly as the rest of her, the part that was awakened in the cave, wanted her to go and find her son, the man that awakened her sexuality again and be claimed by him in her home.

"I won't be long," and with that, she turned, picked up a candle and walked out the door.

As she closed the door and left, Ned couldn't help but think what it would have been like to marry his lover and if she had become the mother of his children, as he lay down on the bed his lost himself in 'what if?' scenarios about long dark hair and haunting violet eyes.

As he got lost in those eyes like most other nights he always wondered whether or not he was responsible for her death with him taking Catelyn as his wife and killing her brother.

Moving through the deserted corridors of Winterfell Catelyn tried to keep her excitement under control, but as she did she remembered that she had to be discreet. When she left, she knew if she didn't return to her husband's bed he might come looking for her and the last thing she wanted was to be caught have relations with her son and daughters.

With that in mind she walked to her children's rooms intent to do what she said, she would check on her children then return to her husband's bed and do her duty again. Even if she had no desire to lay with him again.

It didn't take long for her to check her children Robb was passed out on his bed, he had "visited" the village with Theon which she knew meant they went to the whore house and drunk and fucked whores. Something that she found very distasteful.

She had made her way to Jon's room, while she would never see him as her son she wanted to see if he would prove her right or wrong and if he would be like Robb. She didn't know whether to be upset or not that she found him in his bed asleep proving that he wouldn't bed whores like her own son.

She then moved on to her youngest sons, they were both sound asleep in their beds.

After that, she moved to check on the ones she wanted to the most Harry, Sansa, and Arya.

Checking Arya first she walked up to her door and slowly opened it as quietly as she could, it didn't surprise her to see her laying on her bed. At this time of night, most people should have been asleep, what almost surprised her was the fact that Arya was naked and moaning. Looking closer she could see that her daughter had her left hand between her legs stocking and fingering her slick folds while her other hand was squeezing and teasing her right budding breast and nipple.

Arya's soft moans filled the room and slowly flitted out the door, hearing her daughter's moans almost coached Catelyn from her hiding spot at the door into the room and between her daughter's young thighs.

Licking her lips at the phantom taste of her daughter she slowly closed the door and made way to her eldest daughter's room. On the way there she couldn't help but wonder what Sansa would be doing, would she be asleep or pleasing herself like her sister. Arriving at the door she slowly opened it so she could check, when the door open she looked at the bed and found that no one was in it.

Walking into the room she looked around, her daughters weren't here.

And it didn't take Maester to tell her where she was.

Turning Catelyn left the room, closing the door silently she quickly moved towards her son's room, making sure not to hurry too much in case anybody was watching. As she reached his door she became still to see if any noise could be heard from behind the closed door, hearing nothing she slowly opened the door, the sight that met her was one she had come to expect.

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Looking at her twin children she did nothing but stare, Catelyn's eyes scanned her son sitting on the bed naked looking down. Moving her eyes down his body unconsciously comparing it to Ned's and finding Ned lacking, when her eyes reached his cock they were met by the sight of the bobbing head of her daughter. She could see the care and also the dedication Sansa paid to her brother's cock, seeing this her eyes started moving along her daughter's body.

She saw Sansa kneeling on a cushion between her son's legs, her body propped up on his thighs squashing her breasts against them, one hand she could see slowly cupping and squeezing his son's cum filled balls and from the looks of it, the other was around his back hugging his waist. It did surprise her that Sansa seemed to be dressed like she was only in a fur-lined chamber robe and that was pooled on her knees, Harry's hands were between his legs squeezing one of her breasts while the other was on the back of her head, from here she could almost see Sansa's sacred depths dripping with anticipation for what was to come.

Catelyn knew that once Sansa finished milking his cock for a load of cum she was going to either slowly ride her brother or have him make love to her. It was something that she noticed in that cave, while they all loved different things one thing they all loved was when Harry dominated them. It was never painful, unless they wanted that, but the control he seemed to have over them was something that they fully gave themselves to.

One time, she had watched him take Arya with hard powerful strokes which she said would cause her just a hint of pain which she seemed to bask in.

Sansa seemed to love taking his cock in her mouth while looking him in the eyes and fully submitting to him before having him slowly make love to her, she seemed to prefer love making but she didn't shy away when Harry would just pick her up and fuck her.

While she, herself, loved him just to take her, whether she rode him while he sucked and bit her nipples or he just straight outright fucked her until she passed out, which happened more than once, she didn't care as long as it was him that was doing it.

Catelyn started to get lost in her own thoughts but before she could fully slip into them she was pulled out by someone speaking, looking up she watched Sansa as she spoke, "Mmmm, I missed having this in my mouth Harry." She said as she nuzzled his cock like a foal.

Looking down Harry stroked her face, "I missed having your mouth wrapped around my cock Sansa." He said before guiding her head back down.

"Mmmm," she moaned while taking him back in her mouth.

Catelyn stood there watching as her daughter continued to slowly make love to her son's cock with her mouth.

"Gods Sansa, you have gotten good at this!" he exclaimed as his head drifted back in pleasure.

Continuing to bob her head on his cock she looked at him with devoted eyes, soon she came back up releasing his cock with a loud pop, "That's because I was made for you, no one else will ever be able to feel as good to you as I do." She said before nuzzling his cock again, "And no one will worship your cock like I do." She finished lust and love driving her.

Seeing enough and knowing that she had to stop them before they lost themselves in each other she quickly and quietly walked in and closed the door behind her softly, walking over to her twins she quietly hisses, "Have you two taken leave of your senses?"

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Bolting up Sansa keep one hand on his cock while looking at her mother in surprise, while Harry's head snapped to her shocked he completely missed her coming in the room since he was so focused on Sansa.

"I thought I told you both that we had to be discreet," she said irritation clearly showing in her voice, "Sansa you should be in bed not in here like this, if your father had been with me he would have seen you out of bed and started a search for you. And you, Harry, you should know that we need to hide what we are doing for a while otherwise your father might suspect, and don't get me started on the fact there is a spy in Winterfell." Catelyn finished.

As she stood there over her children Sansa couldn't help but look down, Harry, on the other hand, had noticed something about the way his mother was dressed. The fur-lined chamber robe was slightly open giving him a good look at her naked thighs and a hint of her womanly centre. Seeing his mother dressed like this and knowing she had to walk around Winterfell like this made his cock throb, something that caught Sansa notice.

Sansa felt her brother's cock throb in her hand and looked at him when she saw his eyes looking at their mother she looked herself, she too noticed her mother's state of dress and couldn't help but lick her lips.

"Mother, if we are being discreet why are you dressed like that?" Sansa asked.

Knowing what Sansa was talking about she pulled the robe closer, but all that did was show the outline of her bust that even the furs couldn't hide. Something that drew the eyes of both her children. She didn't really know why she didn't get dressed to check on her children, something that she would have done no matter what, but there was a part of her that knew why.

It was the same part of her that made her have to check all the other children's rooms for before Harry's.

It was the part that lusted after her own son.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that you return to your room before someone finds out you are here like this." Catelyn said, walking over to her daughter, "Now stand."

Sansa looked at her mother before turning to look at her brother, catching his eye she saw that they would have to put a stop before they could really start. Slowly Sansa started to stand as she did her robe completely fell to the floor showing her mother her thighs were glistening with her excitement.

Seeing her daughter stand there naked before her, made her eyes wander over the body she had come to know intimately in the last couple of days, glancing to her left she spotted her son looking at his sister and herself with pure lust showing in his eyes. Quickly moving forward before she or her son could move to take her daughter to bed. Catelyn bent down and picked up her daughter's robe, giving her son a good long look at her naked thigh. As she lifted her head she could see Sansa's fluids running down her leg more clearly, taking a deep breath through her nose Catelyn could smell the sweet scent of her daughter's womanhood.

It took her a second to pull the robe up since she almost lent forward and licked her daughter's legs clean, quickly moving she helped Sansa dress in her chamber robe to the disappointment of her son.

"There, now I will return you to your room and you are not to return here," she said before turning to her son, "Harry go to sleep, don't let me catch you like this again," Catelyn said before putting her hand on Sansa's waist and moving towards the door. As she opened the door she gazed back at her son, her desire clearly visible to Harry as she looked at him then focused on his throbbing cock.

Harry stared at his mother as she gazed hungrily at his cock before seeming to get a hold of herself and continue out the door.

Minutes passed as he sat there thinking about what happened, trying to calm parts of himself that were a war with each other.

Part of him knew his mother was right, the part that was once Harry Potter. It knew that they had to be careful, it was the same way with Fleur and Hermione all they wanted each other all the time and had to often fight themselves not to fuck each other where they could be caught or seen by others.

The other part the part that had spent so much time as a wolf begged to differ, it didn't care if people found out. It might have been duller since he came here but his wolf's instincts wanted to have what was his, and that was his Mother and sisters. They were now his and he should be able to breed them whenever he wanted.

As he regained some control over his lust he realised that he was now sitting there his cock harder than before, covered in his sister's saliva. Knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep he took his cock in his hand, before starting to stroke it trying to cum since he was still worked up from his sister's talented mouth. As his hand passed over the almost invisible runes band that would kill his sperm he wrapped two fingers around it and pushed some magic into it. Soon the runes started to change from an almost invisible tattoo look to that of a leather band like a ring, soon he slid the band off his cock then threw it on the bed.

The band was a simple design, it was only a leather strap with runes carved into it and coated in a mix of blood and ink, the band was something that Hermione came up with. After his split with Ginny became public knowledge women were throwing themselves at him, it hadn't been long before he was drugged with a lust potion one of the last times he went out in public. He had been lucky enough to have left the pub and be at home when it finally took control, Fleur, on the other hand, hadn't as she got the full wrath of a lust filled Harry when she arrived at his house and had almost been unable to walk afterwards.

Hearing about this and knowing that if he got women pregnant they could force him to marry them Hermione made the band to protect him if it happened again. Before she could give it to him she "needed" to take some measurements, after she had made it and gave it to him with one condition he never wears it when he was fucking her and Fleur.

When he started puberty the second time he remade the band and started using it, his mother found out about the band when she walked in on him bathing and taking it off. One of the side effects was the band needed to be removed every so often and he needed to cum without it on, otherwise, he would become sterile. It also had another couple of side effects that both Hermione and Fleur found out about.

The first was the next few climaxes he had his seed was extremely potent and had an almost 100% chance of impregnating his lover.

The second was that it made the same climaxes had an interesting effect on the women's body, it made them ultra-sensitive to any stimulations by increasing the sensitivity of their body while bringing them to the brink of orgasm with the lightest touch.

The third and final side-effect was that it was somewhat addicting, not like a drug but like a taste that would always be remembered and every time that thought about it would send pleasant chills through their body.

Now, as Harry sat there with his cock in hand trying to make himself cum his mind drifted to thoughts of Hermione, Fleur, Rose, Dominique, his mothers' Lily and Catelyn, Sansa, and Arya each one bringing erotic vision and sexual images to his mind but as much as he tried his thoughts weren't enough to make him climax. After almost ten minutes had passed he was still nowhere close to cumming, letting go of his cock he growled in frustration if his mother was little later he could have easily finished in Sansa's mouth by now and started fucking her. He knew it wasn't his mother's fault and she was right to stop them but it still left him frustrated.

Snarling he stood, a full ten minutes had passed since Catelyn and Sansa had left his room, knowing he needed to calm down he put on his breeches and boots picked up his wolf pelt coat and wrapped it around him and left the room.

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After leaving Harry's room Catelyn and Sansa walked in silence, they didn't speak as it would draw attention to themselves and both didn't want to found walking around Winterfell in nothing but a chamber robe and footwear. As the neared Sansa's room Catelyn's mind wandered to what she just saw, her eldest daughter taking their shared lover's cock down her throat. She shivered in desire.

It wasn't the first time she had watched them like that and it won't be the last but it always surprised her how much Sansa's seemed to crave and excel at it.

When she started instructing her daughters to please her son with their mouths Sansa almost fell in love with the deed, she seemed to want him in her mouth all the time. After Harry finished fucking one of them Sansa would always clean Harry's cock of cum and either her's or Arya's juices.

Arya, on the other hand, didn't enjoy it as much, it wasn't because she didn't enjoy it, more than once she let him fuck her mouth. It was more that she seemed to be unable to fully take him in her mouth without choking on it. Where else Sansa didn't have that problem and could take his cock from tip to base whenever she wanted and as fast as she wanted, unlike Arya who could only just take less than half in her mouth when she asked him to fuck her mouth. She was sure Arya was partly jealous of the way Sansa would get Harry to fuck her throat.

Catelyn was almost too lost in her memories of watching her daughters taking their brother's cock that she nearly missed when they finally made it to Sansa's room until Sansa was opening the door.

Following Sansa into her room, she turned as soon as Sansa closed the door, Catelyn stood letting time pass as she looked at her daughter as if she hadn't just had thoughts about what she saw before she spoke, "What is wrong with you, Sansa? You and your brother were told that we needed to be careful and after we spoke to your father and realised that there is a spy in Winterfell I catch you on your knees sucking his cock like we hadn't left the Hideaway." Catelyn finished, trying to stress how dangerous it was for them at the moment.

Sansa looked at her mother, she knew they were in the wrong but she couldn't help it now that her mother allowed her to be with the one she loved she wasn't going to stop, "Mother we were careful," she said, trying to make her see she was right, "I used the hidden passages that Harry found to get to his room so no one saw me." She explained.

Catelyn knew about those hidden passages, Harry had found them 9 moons ago. He first showed his sisters to help them get out of their lessons, but she had caught Arya sneaking into one. When she asked Arya about them she told her that Harry found them. She, herself went to Harry and had him show her, they both had explored them together to see where they led and found them to be ways out of the castle in case of invasion. After finding where they went she was going to inform her husband but Harry had convinced her not to as he knew Ned would inform Robb and with how friendly Robb was with Theon he was sure to tell him as well.

They had argued about keeping it between them so they could have a way to get the people out of Winterfell if it was ever attacked. Harry was to convince her that if Robb was informed he would indeed tell Theon and Theon would use the passages to sneak whores in and before long everyone from the Wall to Dorne would know how to enter Winterfell through them. At first, she didn't believe Robb would do so since it could allow invaders into Winterfell but Harry had suggested that she watch them after telling Robb something unimportant like a gap in the patrol schedule they would make as a test.

It surprised and upset Catelyn to see that Robb had indeed told Theon about the gap and Theon made use of it by bringing a whore into his chambers and then later sneaking her back out. She had never like Theon Greyjoy and only treated him well because of guest rights since Ned it that was the one who was trying to "reform" the boy to no longer follow the Ironborn and the Greyjoy way of piracy and raiding.

After that, she had done what Harry asked and not told a soul.

"And if someone came to his door, or if your father walked in without knocking," Catelyn asked.

"Harry said he made it so no one would come in unless it was you or Arya and you were alone," Sansa answered, as she moved over to the bed and dropped her robe to the floor allowing her mother to gaze at her daughter's naked body. Since staying in the hideaway Sansa had become bold with her body around her mother, sister, and brother.

Turning Sansa saw her mother's look and could help the shiver of excitement that ran through her body, she continued looking at her mother to see that her robe had opened and the juncture of her thighs was in full view. She didn't know when she had started looking at her mother or even Arya like this, but she knew it was during their stay in the Hideaway, it was new to her as she had never looked at women like this before then.

Looking to her mother's face she had to ask a question that had been plaguing her mind since their return, she sat on her bed and folded her legs under her while giving her mother a look at her legs and hips, "Mother," she paused wondering how to ask, seeing no other way to find out she screwed up her nerves and continued, "why am I attracted to you and Arya when before I wasn't?" she finished softly.

Catelyn's eyes trailed up her daughter's body passing over her young breasts until they reached her face, she could see some confusion and worry in her daughter's eyes. Not liking that look on any of her children's faces she moved followed and sat beside her daughter putting her arms around her and pulled her close to her body making her robe open for her daughter to see.

"I'm not sure Sansa, some women are attracted to other women and slowly discover it. I myself wasn't but the longer I stayed with your brother after we started having sex I knew that would change." She said, as Sansa's arms wrapped around her mother's waist.

"How?" Sansa asked, resting her head on her mother's bosom.

Signing she looked at her daughter, "When we found out about his magic I was worried, I looked through the library here in Winterfell to find out as much as I could about it as everything I learned about magic was taught to me by the Septas in Riverrun and to them magic is evil. But when I looked at my son, I knew he wasn't evil. So I searched and read what I could find, soon Harry ended up buying some books for the travelling merchants, one of those books was written by a woman. Her name was Hermione of House Granger-Weasley and assisted by Fleur of House Weasley-." She said only to be interrupted by Sansa.

"But I have never heard of Houses Granger-Weasley or Weasley." She said confused.

Looking down at her daughter silencing her, she continued, "Neither have I Sansa, but the books were old and looked to be written before the time of Aegon the Conqueror. In the books it talked about a man known as Harry of House Potter, and yes I know they have the same name, these women Hermione and Fleur had done a study on him and his magic. They found that his magic seemed to unknowingly allow women to let go of some of their restraints and allow them to act on their feelings that they suppressed or pushed away or buried."

"But, isn't that bad?" Sansa asked.

"Yes, and no. He didn't do anything to them but it seemed that his magic allows them to indulge in things they normally wouldn't. I know you are thinking that this might make women commit crimes but it wasn't like that, they still had their morals and won't break them but things like sex and passion were affected. The two women weren't ones to sleep with other women or sleep with another man bar their husbands but around Harry they did and they often watched as he slept with others including their daughters. I can now see where this would relate to our Harry and that the restraint that was stopping us sleeping with women or Harry or watching him with each other is gone." Catelyn finished.

After Catelyn was finished they both sat there in their own thoughts, Catelyn about some of the other things the two women found and Sansa in the thoughts of Harry's magic allowing her own feelings to come to the surface.

"Does-does this mean I was attracted to women before and only now noticed? At dinner, I was watching Jeyne and I couldn't help but notice that my friend was very pretty and my thoughts turned more towards what she would look like naked and in bed with myself and Harry." Sansa said, almost ashamed to admit what she had been thinking.

Catelyn looked down at her daughter who now had her head buried deeper into her breasts, she couldn't help as her mind pictured what her daughter just said. A young Jeyne Poole withering on the bed as her son held her legs apart and fucked her while her daughter sat on her face making her eat Sansa's young cunt. Catelyn shivered at the thought.

Shaking herself out that thought she stroked Sansa's head, "Shhh, it's alright Sansa. You have nothing to feel upset about, Jeyne is a very pretty girl and like you, she will grow to be beautiful. I myself never slept with a woman before the hideaway but I can remember looking at other girls and undressing them in my mind as I grew up. I reasoned it with comparing their looks to my own but now after the hideaway I know I was thinking about them sexually. So you have nothing to worry about, it just means that you will look at other women you don't have to sleep with them or even allow them to know. But don't be ashamed because of it." Catelyn said, comforting her daughter.

Hearing that her mother went through the same thing as she was now was a relief to the girl on the crest of becoming a woman. She didn't know what she would have done if her mother had been disgusted with her, she knew deep down her mother would never be but the fear was there, as Septa Mordane had taught her that those type of thoughts were a sin in the eyes of the Seven and something that no women should even think about.

Minutes passed and Catelyn asked, "Are you alright now Sansa?"

Looking up Sansa saw her mother's smiling face looking back down at her, seconds passed before she moved up and placed a light kiss on her mother's lips and held it there.

Catelyn feeling her daughter kiss her lips was a little shocked at her daring, but not against the act itself, leaning into the kiss Catelyn returned it. Soon the kiss turn heated and Catelyn's hands started moving around Sansa's body.

Sansa didn't protest and kissed her mother back with as much passion, her hands moved from her mother's waist, one cupping her naked right breast while the other moved down and under Catelyn's buttock cupping and squeezing it, getting a moan from the mother of 6.

Catelyn, not one to sit still anymore reached down and cupped her daughter's flushed breasts squeezing the pink nipple between her fingers, her other hand pulling Sansa's face into her own making the kiss stronger.

As their hands become more frantic the kissing did as well, they both could feel the heat building inside them.

Catelyn broke the kiss getting a moan of disappointment from her daughter, opening her eyes she looked down at her daughter again who was looking up at her. Without a word, Sansa ducked her head and took one of her mother's rigid rosy red nipples in her mouth sucking on it hard getting a yelp and then moan from her mother.

Catelyn couldn't help the yelp and moan she let out as her head went back basking in the feeling of the young silk-like lips wrapped around her nipple or the feel of Sansa's teeth lightly biting and tugging with every suck she made. Starting to get lost in the pleasure she was feeling Catelyn couldn't help but remember how much her children sucked on her nipples over the last few of days, how it was like they were trying to milk her like when they were babies and a part of her loved the idea. In her mind's eye she could see Sansa's left hand move off her breast and slowly makes it's way down her body until it came to her flower's petals, slowly she started running her fingers along the lips making the moisten in anticipation, soon she started to play and please her body better than her husband.

As that thought came to mind her eyes snapped open, her husband. If she didn't return soon he would come looking for her. Reluctantly she started pushing Sansa's head away from her body, "Sansa, you have to stop. Your father is expecting me back in our room soon and if I don't return he will come looking for me and if he doesn't find us because of Harry's wards he will have the whole castle looking." Catelyn as she bucked her hips against Sansa's hand before reaching down a grasping her wrist and reluctantly moving it away from her moist depths.

Disappointment and frustration were the feelings shared between mother and daughter, Sansa because she wanted her mother and brother again like in the hideaway and Catelyn because she had to stop getting what she wanted from one of her lovers and go and do her duty to her husband, by being his humping post.

"Do we really have to stop?" Sansa asked as she brought her hand up and saw the liquid on her fingers. Looking at her mother to make sure she could see it Sansa slowly moved her fingers to her mouth and sucked on the erotically.

Seeing Sansa suck her juices off her fingers made Catelyn rub her thighs together as her core started heating up again, she was close to just damming it all and taking Sansa back to her son's room to spend the night there with them. But she knew she couldn't, she had to set an example to her children by doing everything to hide their affair from everyone. Even if it meant lying with her husband and returning to her duty.

"Yes, Sansa, we do. If we do not then people will find out, so our appearance must return to what it was before we left." Catelyn said, standing and pulling her robe around her. Looking down at her daughter she lent in and kissed her softly on the mouth before pulling back, "Goodnight Sansa." She said before turning and walking to the door.

"Goodnight mother," Sansa replied, frustration easily heard in her tone.

Hearing this Catelyn opened the door and with one last look walked out into the cold of the North and back to her and her husband's room. As she did her mind went back to what had just happened, it had become common in the hideaway for Catelyn to sleep with one of her daughters as they watched Harry with the other. More than once she had slept with Sansa whether it was her tasting her daughter or her daughter tasting her, something they all had come to enjoy.

The picture of Harry and Sansa in his room combined with what just happened made Catelyn more than aroused. She now had to go to her room and pretend to enjoy having Ned Stark's cock inside her as deep as it would go when all she really wanted was to go back to either her son's or daughter's room and make love to them instead.

Nevertheless she knew she couldn't, she was raised to do her duty and now she had a light in her life in the form of her three lovers she now had trouble doing that duty if not for knowing that they would be there for her when she was done, if she didn't have them to help her through this she might have tried to return to the hideaway.

Before long she had reached her bedroom door, placing her hand on the handle she took a breath and steel her resolve, she would do this. She would lay with her husband, a man she wasn't in love with and a man who wasn't in love with her. But she would not shy away from doing what was necessary to hide her lovers.

As she opened the door she prepared for what was about to happen, as she walked in she was meet with a sight that she wasn't sure what to feel.

Ned Stark was asleep.

Before when this had happened she would have been upset and even now some small part of her was, but not for the same reasons. Before she would have been upset that he would fall asleep and even if she didn't love him it still hurt her, made her feel unwanted. But now she was annoyed because she had just left two people that would have stayed awake and made her feel alive and beautiful instead of a woman in an unwanted marriage.

'That would be right, I finally prepare myself for this and he is asleep,' she thought.

Knowing that she couldn't leave her room now otherwise it might draw attention she walked around the room blowing out candles leaving only one or two lit and the fire going bathing the room in a very soft glow. Before she disrobed and lay on the bed beside her husband who had gotten dressed after she had left. As she lay there she couldn't help but let her hands drift down her body, her right hand cupped her creamy right breast squeezing it as she pinched her nipple, she could still feel Sansa's saliva on her nipple, the other over her stomach and onto her clitoris pinching it as well making her whimper out softly in pleasure. Before heading down into her already wet fold slowly sliding her fingers between them like her daughter did minutes ago.

As she did this her mind pictured they were her daughter's fingers parting her folds while it was her son's hand and fingers pinching her nipple whispering in her ear how he was going to take her, going to slide his thick cock into her wet pussy and fuck her as her daughters watched like her did some many times before. How she was his and that she would always be his.

Losing herself to her fantasies about her son and daughters she started bringing herself closer and closer to release for the first time since leaving the hideaway. She had tempted her son on the way home but that wasn't to be, now on her bed, she was getting closer. Her children's face and words floating seductively around her mind, pushing her thumb hard against her clitoris and her fingers deeper into her channel she was close, oh so close.

She could feel it just there right in front of her, like a storm about to erupt, she could almost taste it. But just as she reached the crest of her climax she heard something that made her shoot up in bed making her climax slip away from her.

'Knock, Knock.'

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After walking out the door Harry couldn't help but stalk the halls of Winterfell, more than once he turned to go to one of his sister's room but stopped himself. Snarling as nearly another ten minutes passed, he just kept walking hoping that the cold air would cool his raging lust. In the last 6 days, this was the first time he wasn't able to state it, he had become so used to having one of the partners sucking or fucking him if any of them were even a bit horny.

As he walked down the corridor that leads to his mother and father's room he smelt his mother's scent on the air telling him that she had returned to her room. Something that made his hackles rise. He wasn't stupid, he knew what his mother and father would be doing. His father seemed to have his libido reawakened when they went missing and now seemed to want to fuck his wife again. It surprisingly cut him knowing his mother would be lying with another man, it was the same feeling he had when Hermione and Fleur would return to their husband's beds after they spent a night together.

After a while, both women ended up leaving their husbands but the idea of them letting their husbands touch them burned him, it was the same situation as Catelyn. Their husbands that were too caught up in their work or getting drunk, in Ron's case, or in love with another to fulfil their wives needs. He knew he was hypocrite sleeping with married women when he made such a big deal about Ginny cheating on him.

At first, he was hesitant but both Hermione and Fleur explained, that if their husbands couldn't keep their wives satisfied then he would. He never once left a lover without his attention, even Ginny.

With Ginny, he always was there every night when she wanted him or when she wanted sex, but it turned out that she never stopped her school habit, something that he didn't know about until after the divorce. To put it simply she would have loved working in a brothel, fucking men and women for money. It got that bad after getting caught by him, that she was kicked out of the Quidditch League after photos of her were taken in a locker room fucking two full teams, including the broom boys.

But he didn't care what she did once she was gone.

His thoughts quickly returned to the woman who was now his mother and lover, she was in her room with her husband. As he got closer to their room he was about to leave but a smell on the air made him stop, he could smell lust and sex, but there was something missing. He couldn't smell the scent of male musk only female. Taking a deeper whiff he could only smell his mother's sexual fluids before he could think anything of it, he heard the soft feminine whimpers that he had come to know very well.

Lemon

He was sure that it was only his mother making those sounds since there was no sound of skin slapping against skin, but he had to be sure, taking a chance he walked up to the door and lightly knocked.

As he stood there his hearing picked up the soft voice of his mother, he could hear the frustration clearly and a smirk made its way onto his face. Seconds passed and the door was pulled open just enough for his mother's head to be seen, as the door opened he was hit by the scent of his mother's excitement. Grinning sinfully he met her eyes to see them widen in surprise before clouding by lust, without saying a word she opened the door wider.

Seeing this he entered slowly.

Walking into the room he looked at the bed to see his father asleep and if he was right with a nightshirt on, turning as he heard the door close he was meet with the sight of his mother standing there with nothing on. Her body softly glows in the low light but it was enough for him to take her in.

His eyes raked over her body as he noticed that she seemed a little younger, he knew it was from his magic healing her body. He could easily see the changes in her body, her legs seemed a little more toned, her hips and stomach seemed just that bit tighter losing a small but noticeable, for him, amount of fat, her breasts looked to be a bit larger and perkier, and even though he could see if he was sure that her backside was firmer. Something he was going to check out later.

Catelyn stood there looking at her son his coat open enough to see he wasn't wearing a shirt under it, she couldn't help but lick her lips in desire. Without wasting time she moved forward and captured his lips in a kiss her hand going to his bare stomach. Pressing her body against him hoping that he will take the hint and help her with her frustration.

Harry was half surprised that his mother initiated the kiss since she was the one who wanted to hide their relationship and for good reason. But she had kissed him while her husband, his father was asleep not 5 feet from them. Not really caring as he felt her body press against him his arms came up and wrapped around her back pulling her closer and letting him feel her tantalising mounds against his chest.

Running his hands up and down one of the bodies he had come to know so intimately, to feel of her soft curves in his hands drove his lust. Breaking the kiss, he started kissing her neck.

"Yess, Harry just like that." She moaned as he kissed and sucked on her neck making him continue.

As she felt her son kissing her neck and collarbone her hands moved down from his back towards his chest and moved her hands over his shoulders pushing his coat off his shoulders to the floor. Continuing to move her hands around his body to his waist and her target, reaching his breeches she moved her hands to the front and started undoing them. Once undone she pushed them to the floor, as they passed is hips she felt his throbbing cock spring out of the clothing and hit her thigh.

A shudder ran through her body knowing he was going to state her lust, slowly her hand moved around her son back and gripped his buttocks and squeezed getting a grunt from him. She loved how firm his backside was even for his age. But she wasn't finished she wanted something harder, moving her hand around his waist she comes to what she really wanted. His hard engorged cock.

As she squeezed it he let out another grunt of need.

Feeling Catelyn squeezed his cock Harry couldn't help releasing a grunt, he had enough teasing from Sansa while she was sucking his cock earlier now with his mother holding his cock he now needed a release.

"Mmm, tell me, mother, are you going to suck my cock?" he whispered into her ear taking his mouth from his mother's pulse point, getting an unhappy moan.

Hearing her son's question brought images of her time in the hideaway sucking his cock, but the image shifted to watching Sansa and him not that long ago the pause gave her mind time finally feel how hot her body had become. Pushing his head away from her neck, but making sure their bodies stayed in contact she spoke, "No, please I need you inside me. I've needed you since we left the cave." she finished quietly so she didn't wake Ned her breathing heavy making her breasts moving against Harry's skin, her voice still low so not to wake her husband.

This excited Harry, even more, the very fact that she had been denied release all day and that his father couldn't even stay awake and please her made him want to fuck her as hard as he could proving to her that he would be the only man that she would need. Within seconds he had spun his mother around and pulled her against his chest his cock slipping between her arse cheeks and the small of her back, his hands coming around and cupping her flushed mounds in each hand while his thumbs slowly started rubbing her nipples getting a moan from her quickly.

Moving his head to the side he started slowly kissing, biting, and sucking on her ear while whispering into it, "Is that what you want mother? You want your son to fuck you? You want me to satisfy you because my father can't?" he asked in a husky voice that sent a shudder through her body.

Catelyn stood there panting, grinding her buttocks against her son's groin letting her feel his thick member, she could barely think straight right now as her desire speed away with her rational thoughts. Moaning as she tilted her head back exposing her throat to her son, who began sucking on it again.

"Yesss, fuck me, please... I need it." Catelyn said her voice soft trying to entice him to take her.

Harry only chuckled as his hands started to move around his mother's body.

Catelyn moaned as she felt her son's hands run over her body, caressing her form as if he was learning every inch of it even though he had come to know it so intimately over the last week. She knew even now as he did this he wasn't doing it out duty to her or because she was his mother or even just to get his cock wet.

Even though she knew he wanted to fuck her from the feel of his cock between her lower cheeks.

No, he was doing this because he desired her and she could see that he loved her he did his sisters. And it was because of that love she would continue this affair with him no matter what happened.

But there was something deep inside her warring with her. She knew from reading the journal of Hermione that if he was anything like Harry of House Potter, which it was looking like he is then she and her daughter wouldn't stay his only lovers. His magic would not only drive him to take other lovers and impregnate them, but it would also call other women to him like moths to a flame.

Before she could continue her thoughts she gasped as Harry's fingers pinched and twisted her nipple while he placed feathered kisses on her neck.

"Hmm," he released a deep throaty rumble, "I have wanted to do this all day." He exclaimed.

She couldn't help but whisper as she felt the rumble deep inside her, "Yess, I have as well," keeping her voice quite her eyes fluttering towards her sleeping husband as her son's hand made its way down her flat stomach.

"I know, I can smell how wet you are. It's like winter strawberries waiting to be eaten," he finished as his fingers finally reached her golden flower.

"No," she hisses softly, "I don't want to be eaten. I want to be fucked. I have had to wait all day." Finished demanding as her son teased her.

Pushing his cock deep between her cheeks, "But you're going to suck my cock first I want to watch as you get on your knees a take my cock and wrap your lips around it and worship it." He said firmly.

Catelyn moaned at the very idea of doing that. But she clenched her backside trapping his cock between her cheeks again a started grinding against him.

Looking over her shoulder at her son, "No, you're going to fuck me, I've had to watch Arya please herself, Sansa sucking your cock and then have her try to seduce me, only to have to leave and return here since I didn't want your father to catch us. I returned here disliking the idea of having to lay with your father only to find him asleep, because of all that I had to please myself only for you to show before I could finish, now you are going to take your cock and fuck me with it finishing what we started on the way home." Catelyn finished hissing furiously, only to finish with a small soft, "Please."

Hearing her voice soft and pleading broke whatever thoughts Harry had of teasing his mother, now all that was left was an animal's lust. Moving faster than Catelyn could imagine Harry let go of her breast, removing his fingers from her between her legs and grabbed her hips, spinning her around to face the bed he pushed her towards it. Her legs hit the end of the bed, but her motion kept her upper body moving forward making her bend over on the bed.

Turning her head she looked behind her to find Harry stalking towards her like an animal that had cornered its prey, Catelyn didn't know why but the sight of her son slowly walking towards her with his large hard cock bobbing as he walked, his young muscles rippling as he moved, his mouth pulled back in a snarl, and his eyes flashing with animalistic lust made her body quiver with desire and her nether lips drip with anticipation.

Without realising it she spread her legs giving him room to slip in easier and raised her hips off the bed offering herself to the predator that her son had become.

As Harry reached his mother his senses were heightened, he could hear his mother panting with impatience and he could see and smell eagerness as he reached her he could also hear the whispers close by. Absentmindedly he flicked his right hand, unseen by his mother the ceiling, floor, and three of the walls glowed that could have been mistaken for flickering candles his silencing spell covered them.

Flicking his hand a second time this time aimed at his father and he cast a silent Morpheus charm as he continued forward. The Morpheus charm was a simple one, it puts the recipient in a deep dream of whatever the caster wanted them to see and feel. In this case, Harry was making sure his father thought he had slept with his wife instead of just falling asleep waiting for her.

Stopping just before the tip of his cock touched her skin, he could feel the heat coming off her body, moving his hands forward he ran them over her firmer backside slowly teasing her as he did.

"Mmmm please, my body is yours," she groaned as softly as she could, not knowing about the spell on her husband, as she pushed her ass higher in the air as she pressed her chest down into the bed.

Seeing this, Harry's face took on a feral grin, with the hand that was still moving he ran it up and over her buttocks then over her back, the other taking his cock in hand and running it along her dripping lips making Catelyn release a sound mixed with a moan of pleasure and growl of frustration.

(Warning lemon ahead. I have removed most of the explicit content before posting on this site.)

Arya looked at her sister almost shocked, Sansa had never really instigated coupling between them as she did on her mother and brother but never Arya. With a shutter, Arya soon followed her sister' lead and slipped her own hand into Sansa's robe and down to Sansa's silk petals.

The two would continue like that, bringing each other to climax after climax as they watched their mother and brother.

Lemon End

It was only now after Harry announced that he knew they were there that they left, even though they wanted to watch or even join they couldn't stay any longer as it had become cool even with the runes Harry installed along the passageway making it warmer in case they needed to leave at night.

They made their way back to Harry's room and instead of returning to one of their own they made the way into his kissing and caressing each other. They disrobed before falling onto his bed, reaching over Sansa placed a black oval stone in a crystal-like she had been shown to lock the doors. Before turning back to Arya. It was an unspoken decision that they would wait for Harry to return to his bed together and the first thing he would see when he walked in was the two of them in a lovers embrace.

It wouldn't be until early the next morning that he returned from their mother's room to find his sisters naked in his bed, the signs of their lovemaking easy for him to see. Without waking them he returned them to their own beds with a silent promise to make their next times together mind-blowing.

The sisters wouldn't know until later that morning that Harry hadn't slept in his bed but had fucked their mother all night, to ensure that she would be pregnant with his child.

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It has been nearly two weeks since the four Starks returned to Winterfell and Catelyn to Harry into her marital bed, things seemed to have quietened down somewhat. The family and its closest bannermen now knew that they had a possible spy watching the family see when they were about to leave in the hopes of setting up and ambush.

Because of this the family had been rather tense for the first couple of days, but have slowly moving passed it while still being cautious.

The encounters between Harry and the female Starks have been somewhat fast and erratic, the only stable ones are when Catelyn couldinvite him to her bed after Ned falls asleep. The few times he has been with Sansa and Arya have only been possible because of the secret passages ways. But for the four family members, it wasn't enough and they each wanted more.

However, because of the tension with the knowledge of a spy they didn't want to take to great of a risk, instead, they had to find other things to do with their time. Harry found himself in the practise yard or the forge more often, he completed his daggers and has started practising with them. Being similar to his old daggers he didn't have much to practice with only getting used to the weight and the bigger curve.

Catelyn had taken up her own dagger practice again, she was often joined by Sansa and Arya when Harry would teach them, but because of her other children or even Ned watching they had to keep it strictly to dagger work. That didn't mean she wasn't able to slip away to find time to be with Harry or one of her daughters.

Sansa had asked Harry for further lessons and even help to find a blade to wield in case she ever needed to know how to use one, at first he thought about making her a rapier but realised that if she was even attacked the smaller blade wouldn't handle a long or bastard sword. So, after talking to Mikken, the blacksmith of Winterfell, he came up with a design that was still a rapier but would be able to handle slashing as well. But most of her time was spent spending time with Harry, her mother or even Arya which was a shock to the male Stark since the two often fought.

For Arya she spent time with her Mother and Sister practising as well, she did attend tutoring with Septa Mordane but not as much time as Catelyn now allowed her to train with her brothers. Wherever Harry was, Arya wasn't far behind, whether it was on the training field practising with his swords, daggers or archery she was beside him doing the same.

At first, Robb was upset by this as he thought that they wouldn't need to train since they would be safe in Winterfell, he even went to his father with his thoughts but instead of Ned talking to him it was Catelyn. She ended the argument by asking him would he rather them know how to defend themselves if the time came or if he would rather chance something terrible happening to them. After having it explained that way he had no choice be to agree, he even helps them where he could.

It was during the last practice that Arya noticed something, the falcon from the cave was hanging around Winterfell. Seeing this Harry spoke quietly with their father and was now heading out to hunt for a couple of nights.

"Come on Harry can't I come with you?" Arya pleaded as Harry walked Strider out of his stable.

Looking away from checking his saddlebags he looked at his sister, she was standing there in a Northern style dress but Harry could easily see the breaches underneath. She was obviously dressed underneath ready to go if he agreed, but this was something he had to do alone.

"Sorry, Arya but I will be going alone this time," he said, truly sorry but he couldn't let her go with him.

"But-but father said that we couldn't leave without a guard, why is he allowing you to go now?" Arya said a bit confused, worried, and upset about him leaving.

Hearing the question he wondered if his excuse of magic would be accepted by his sister, only before he could answer a noise near the gate drew their attention. Looking up they saw some riders coming in, the riders didn't bare the sigil of the Stark direwolf but one of a black bear over a green wood.

It was the coat of arms for House Mormont of the Bear Islands.

At the head of the escort was the heir of House Mormont, Dacey Mormont the daughter of Maege Mormont the Lady of Bear Island. As she rode in with 7 other riders it surprised Harry that she was here. Tying Strider's reins to a post he started heading towards the riders and Dacey, Arya not far behind him.

Harry and Arya waited as Dacey's horse was stopped by a stableboy, once the horse was settled she quickly dismounted and looked around, it was then that Harry got a good look at the young women. She was about Robb's age maybe a year older, she stood just under six feet tall but looked to grow some more, he couldn't fully make out her full body in her leather armour but from what he could see her body was well proportioned. But he could see and knew from meeting her in the past she had an hourglass figure with the sizeable bust, one that seemed to be hidden by her armour quite well.

Her face while soft had a hardened look to it, she could easily sit in court or on the battlefield, she had long brown-black hair, blue eyes, a rounded face, a small nose and mouth, and a few tiny scars.

Harry noticed all this before she was able to lock her eyes on him, as she did Harry could see the small smile that made its way onto her face.

"Harry." She said in a happy voice as she made her way over.

When she reached Harry she pulled him into a hug, being as tall he was his face was pulled into her leather covered bust. While this was happening no one noticed the small glare Arya was giving Dacey, pulling back Harry looked at the woman smiling down at him.

"How have you been Milady?" he asked with a hint of a laugh in his voice.

Hearing the question Dacey smacked Harry across the back of the head before giving him a small glare, one which he returned, "What did I say about calling me that?" she asked somewhat frosty.

Glaring back Harry answered, "Not too, and what did I say about hitting me?" he asked a small growl in his voice.

"Not too." She answered, staring at him before she laughed, "Ha-ha, it is good to see you are well Harry. I heard about what happened with your mother and sisters." She finished with a frown, before looking at Arya, "Arya, it's good to see you, I'm glad you are well."

Looking at the woman who seemed to be quite friendly with her brother Arya gave her a quick look over, seeing this woman left Arya a bit jealous but also a bit happy. Standing before her was proof that she could be a warrior and not some helpless lady, but it was the closeness to her brother made her frown.

"Hello, Dacey, it's good to see you too," Arya said politely, still not sure if she should be mad at her or glad to see her.

Harry looked at Arya and could see the confusion on her face, he knew why she was feeling that. Arya didn't know how to take his friendship with Dacey since they had become lovers, but also that she was walking proof that she didn't have to be a lady like she was always told. Before when Dacey came to Winterfell Arya would always watch her train and then speak to her after. Now with the relationship change between them, he guessed Arya might now see her a competition.

Dacey, on the other hand, was somewhat confused, see knew Arya Stark wanted to be a warrior and had always watched and spoken to her when she came to Winterfell, but now it seemed that she was a little hostile towards her. The only thing she could think of was that after the near death of her brother she thought Dacey was trying to steal him. Dacey had to admit if that was the reason, it was cute.

Deciding to change the subject in case Arya said something she shouldn't Harry asked, "How is my mace treating you, Dacey?"

Hearing the question she looked down at the weapon at her side, reaching down she picked it up and brought to chest height so Harry could see it. The weapon was a flanged mace, it was her weapon of choice. It was overall 22 inches long made completely from steel, it was lightweight, it had six triangular flanges with concave edges that had wicked point, a leather handle. But the thing that stood out was the "decorative" runes running up the shaft.

They were designed by Harry, only known to him to give Dacey more control over the mace, unlike normal maces once they started swinging they couldn't stop halfway through like a sword but with these runes it gave her that ability. She would never notice since the magic would stop that from happening she would only think she was mastering the mace, in a way she was it just made it the mace move like an extension of her body rather than just a weapon.

Runes, along with some spells were the type of magic he used on the Holdfast when he first had the idea of making it, he knew that most of the product wouldn't last to their destinations so to make it, so the food didn't spoil he used some spells and runes designed by the people who would later become the Unspeakable.

The spells cast were simple to cast, but an extremely difficult spell to create and was hard to modify, it was once used for the same reason during the Dark Ages with the muggles. When it was cast on the gates of the Holdfast the spell would place a preserving charm on all the food in the crates and make it that no one wouldn't question how the food was lasting so long. While the crates themselves had runes carved into them to add another layer on top of the spells.

The problem with this type of magic is people who don't pass through the gates would start to ask questions instead, but this is the part that of the spell that was difficult to create since the original transcripts on how to make it was lost. The spell would pass from a person who went through the gates to people who didn't, slowly over time passing from person to person making it that no one asked questions.

No one really knew who created the spell but the people trying to recreate it ended up making other spells like the notice-me-not and the Fidelius Charm.

"Ha-ha, I love it, Harry. It's served me well so far." Dacey said with a grin knowing that he made it for her when he hasn't even made his own sword yet.

Seeing the mace Arya looked at it, she knew her brother made weapons like her dagger but she didn't know he made this. Knowingly she reached up to take it. Dacey seeing this held it out for her.

Arya seeing this looked up at the woman in front of her getting a nod to continue, looking sideways at Harry getting another nod.

Picking it up, "its light." She noticed out loud as she lifted it, swinging it down she was caught by surprise again when instead of stopping when she wanted the swing continued. When it came to a stop she looked at the two in question.

Knowing the unasked question Dacey answered, "It's not like a sword, a sword will stop halfway through a swing since the weight is equal and balanced. A mace, on the other hand, weighs more at the top, and because of this, it makes stopping harder. That's why not many people use a mace since it could leave them exposed to a better fighter." She explained.

"But you do?" she asked.

Hearing that both Harry and Dacey laughed softly, "Yes I do, but I have been practising since I was young, maybe younger than your younger brother to use one. But until your brother made this for me I always followed through too far and would often leave myself open. Now with his gift, I seemed to have gotten better." Dacey said looking at her friend.

Seeing Arya hand back the mace to watch Dacey swing it and stop halfway through like a sword Harry asked a question he was wondering about, "So, not that you aren't welcome at Winterfell anytime, but why the visit. I know you were due at the Holdfast to pick up your shipment but I didn't think you were coming here?" he finished.

Hearing his question both Arya and Dacey looked at Harry, Dacey hearing the question quickly answered, "Your father sent a raven to my mother asking her something, I don't know what but I soon received a raven with orders to come here. So here I am. I'm unsure why I'm here, but I have an idea though." She finished with a thoughtful look.

"Maybe because of what happened with the bandits?" Arya said, gaining looks from both Harry and Dacey.

Nodding his head in agreement, "I wouldn't be surprised, father seems reluctant to let any of us leave Winterfell at the moment." He answered.

"If that's true, then why are you going hunting?" Arya asked.

Looking at Arya he could see she wasn't going to let this go and after a quick look at Dacey he could she wanted to know as well, sighing he answered, "Father wants me to check on something that only I can do, so he is sending me to look at it."

"If the men that attacked us were after you before why is he sending you out there now?" Arya asked worried now that Harry was going to get hurt, "Why not send some else or someone with you like Robb, or Jon or even Theon?"

Hearing Robb and Theon's name Dacey stiffened something Arya saw, but before she could ask Dacey about Harry answered, "Because I know where I'm going and I can move faster by myself, besides Robb will just slow me down." He finished, not telling Arya that he would be in wolf form with Strider following, "Besides I wouldn't trust Theon to take a shit in the woods without fucking it up to spite me."

While not liking the answer Arya knew Harry was the better hunter, he just seemed to be part of the wilderness when he went into the woods, while Robb and Theon seemed to just out of place.

"I guess," Arya said still not liking it, but remembering Dacey stiffen at hearing Robb's name she turned to her, "Why did you go stiff when I said Robb's name?" she asked.

When Harry heard the question, he couldn't stop the loud bark of laughter that escaped him, quickly he caught himself but not before Dacey threw an annoyed look his way, "Because your brother and his friend believe because I have a cunt I should down my breeches and spread my legs for them." She hissed.

Hearing the reply Harry had to turn away before he burst out laughing, but that didn't stop the smack he got from the pissed off woman.

Arya was confused about what they were talking about and why Harry seemed to be holding back a laughing fit, wanting to know what they meant she pulled a red-faced Harry to look at her, "What did they do?" she asked confused and annoyed at being kept in the dark.

Seeing the confused and annoyed face of his sister did it for Harry, he burst out laughing.

Seeing this Arya became more confused as well as annoyed, turning to Dacey she was surprised to see the woman fingering the mace in her hand before she could ask again she caught sight of Robb, Jon, and Theon coming their way.

Opening her mouth she called out, "Robb, Dacey Mormont is here-" before she could finish she saw her eldest brother and his friend stop where they stood before going extremely pale and quickly turn the other way and start walking away very fast leaving Jon standing there trying not to laugh before turning around and following them. As he seemed to disappear she heard him break out in laughter as well.

Turning to Dacey she was meet with a death glare aimed at where Robb previously stood, turning to Harry she saw him leaning again Strider to stay standing as he was laughing so hard.

"Ok, what are you and Jon laughing about?" she asked loudly getting the attention of passers-by.

Seeing this Dacey walks over to Harry and slaps the back of his head again.

"Ouch." He said with a glare.

"Would you stop that?" Dacey said returning his glare.

Seeing that Harry had stopped Arya quickly asks, "Why were you and Jon laughing and why did Robb and Theon run away?' she asked wanting to know.

Hearing the question Harry almost starts laughing again but was stopped by the glare sent at him from Dacey, turning to Arya, Dacey opens her mouth but before she spoke she stopped and turned back to Harry, "Is she old enough to know?"

Knowing what Dacey was really asking Harry nodded, after all when it comes to sex he had given Arya a complete education.

Seeing the nod Dacey starts talking, "When your brother started the Holdfast my family was invited here for talks about having men stationed there and about having produce sent to Bear Island. After we arrived here some of my companions decided to go to the tavern for a drink, while we were there two drunks stumbled in. They ordered drinks and they looked for a place to sit seeing as my escort at the time was mostly women they decided that we needed their company. They were told we weren't interested but didn't listen and still sat down. I knew who your brother was and could guess by his looks the other was a piece of shit Greyjoy, they keep telling stories about their conquests and their hunts which were shit. After being told to fuck off again that little shit Greyjoy had the balls to throw down some dragons and order me to leave the bar with him so in his words he could "fuck the pretty whore" hearing that I stood up and beat the shit out of the salt sniffer before I broke his nose. Robb seeing his friend drop like the piece of shit he is, stood so I dropped him to before he even opened his mouth. After that my escort and I made our way to Winterfell and I went to bathe, while I was bathing Robb and Greyjoy walked in and seen me there and made another whore comment, I punched them both in the face again and it only took one punch for them to pass out. They both woke up to the sight of your mother and father standing over them."

Hearing the story Arya's mouth dropped, she knew Robb did dumb stuff when with Theon but that was just stupid. Turning to Harry she could see him holding back his laughter again.

"What did mother and father do?" she asked, stunned.

"Well as you can guess they weren't happy. They were made to clean out the stables for 2 moons, they had to make a formal apology to Dacey and House Mormont, they were made to spar with Dacey and I know there was more but I wasn't told." Harry said, smiling at the memory of casting an animal version of the diarrhoea spell that magical vets use on the horses to quickly check their droppings without causing harm to the animal before Robb and Theon started sparring.

Who would have thought Hagrid's care of magical creatures' class would come in handy now.

"Wait, that's it? He only had to do that? I'm sure there had to be more, Father would never allow them to get away with that and I'm not even going to say what Mother would do." Arya said shocked at how light a punishment that got.

Hearing this Dacey smiled, she was glad that Arya knew that there was more, "Yes, there was more. But it was between my mother and Lord and Lady Stark, I will just say that it made Robb and Greyjoy never be able to look at Mormont women without paling." She finished with a feral smirk that Harry matched.

"Other than that, I offered to make Dacey that mace as compensation for what was said to her," Harry said smiling at remembering making that mace. Meeting Dacey was fun she never saw him as a child, something he hates more than anything with how old he is mentally. But still watching the "sparring" that Robb and Greyjoy had to do the next morning was so worth it.

It was also a how he became such good friends with Dacey, they spent more than a few days working on its plans and forging the mace, when it was finished he sparred with her so she could get a feel of the mace.

"Yes, and it is something that made it worth it, well that and punching a Greyjoy in the face," Dacey said with a smile.

Hearing that Harry and Arya smiled as well, while Arya didn't dislike Theon she didn't like him either since he was the one who started calling her Arya Horseface. The teasing didn't last long since anyone who said it near Harry was given a broken nose, after that, he laid Theon out for calling her that to begin with.

Looking at the sun, Harry could see it was getting on in the day. He knew that if he didn't leave soon he would be riding into the night, sure where he was going wasn't far but he had to make sure he wasn't followed or seen.

"I better be on my way, and I think you should as well Dacey if you are to meet my father," Harry said, looking at his friend.

"Your right, I was supposed to greet your father straight away but I couldn't help but stop and talk to you when I saw your horse saddled up," Dacey said as she looked at him. Seeing him checking his horse over, getting ready to ride out she had to at least speak to him since she hadn't seen him in many moons and after hearing about what happened she wanted to talk to him herself.

"I'm glad you spoke to me first as I wouldn't be here when you returned if you didn't, anyway I better get going." He finished, turning to Arya he wrapped his arm around the younger girl causing her to do the same.

"Are you sure you have to go?" she asked, not wanting him to.

Hearing the question he couldn't help but shake his head, "Yes, Arya, I have too. Do not worry I will return after a few days at most. I know where I'm going and it's a hard place to find if you don't know about it." He finished, looking at Dacey to see her eyebrow raised he quickly spoke before Arya could say anything, "Would you mind taking Dacey to father and explain why she didn't greet him first?"

Hearing the question Arya nodding knowing she couldn't say anything in front of people, right now she wanted to kiss him for luck but knew that she wasn't allowed. Instead, she pulled back and gave him a large smile before turning around and walking next to Dacey.

Dacey seeing Arya stand beside her spoke quickly, "Be careful out there I don't want to hear that you have been killed," she said her voice serious, "If you do that means I will have to put up with only your brothers and the salt sniffer." She finished with a grin.

Hearing that Harry couldn't help but laugh, taking Strider's reins and placing his foot in the stirrup he mounted Strider, looking down at his sister and his friend he smiled, "Well I will have to come back, won't I? after all I can't leave you alone with just them. Besides, you still own me from our bet." He said before snapping the reins and making his way towards the gate.

A small pause was heard before, "Bet? Wait that bet didn't count. You cheated somehow, I'm not paying up to that." Dacey yelled at his retreating form.

As she let out a string of curses, she wished she had a rock to throw at him as he rode off. There was no way she was paying up to that bet, she wouldn't. As she turned she caught Arya looking at her strangely.

"What is the bet you had with my brother?" Arya asked curiously.

"Grr, that bet didn't count." Was all she said before walking towards the hall of Winterfell, Arya close behind her.

"Really seems like there was, what did you bet?" she asked again wanting to know.

As she did Dacey grit her teeth, if anyone looked close they would have seen a light pink colour cross her cheeks.

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It had been an hour or so of hard riding before Harry pulled Strider to a stop, he had tried to make sure no one was following him by backtracking and riding on hard ground, he didn't think anyone was since he had wrapped himself and Strider in his shadow element the first chance he got after leaving Winterfell so that he wouldn't leave any tracks, but that didn't always work. Looking around he quickly cast another spell to double check that he wasn't followed, when he was satisfied he looked at Strider who gazed back at him.

"You ready?" he asked the war horse, getting a sound from him that was taken as a confirmation, "Good," Harry said and with that, he turned and started to run, behind Strider followed. If anyone was watching they would see a boy running from a horse but as the boy passed a thick tree his body changed faster than the eye could see. By the time Harry fully past the tree a large fierce wolf ran out the other side.

Harry's wolf form looked the same only younger, where he once stood over 6 foot he was now just over four foot.

As he ran the cold North ground crunched underneath him, the pounding of his feet and the hoof beats of Strider was the only thing that could be heard was a cry of a bird came from overhead. Hearing the cry Harry jump onto a large rock he was about to pass and stopped, Strider doing the same next to the rock, raising his head Harry looked up to find the falcon from the hideaway winging its way to the pair.

As it, past his head, it gave another cry, one that only certain people would know as joy. Hearing this, Harry raised his head and howled to the sky in greeting, before jumping off the rock and follow the flacon with Strider.

Soon the unlikely trio stopped as the came to a small rocky mountain about the size of Winterfell's walls, looking at the small mountain Harry slowly made his way to the side. Following the side of the mountain, he could see a small stream coming out of the side of the mountain from under a small tunnel. Before he reached the stream he passed behind to thick trees close to the wall as he did he was able to see a cave entrance in the side of the mountain large enough for Strider but not large enough for him to enter if he was on horseback shimmer into view. The entrance was made like platform 9 and ¾ the only difference is if you knew about it, you could see it like a normal cave entrance.

On the side of the entrance was a small dire wolf sigil like the one at the Hideaway.

As he walked in Strider and the Falcon easily followed, the path was slightly raised but soon opened to a small cavern about the size of a small hall. Looking around Harry saw the floor was covered in straw like back at the hideaway, there was also the sound of running water and surprisingly a fenced off area with a horse enclosed and a second stable run waiting open.

Seeing this Harry still in his wolf form padded over to the open door and blurred back into his human form, when he was fully human he ran his hand across the penned in horse's face as a greeting, the horse pushed against his hand in greeting. Turning around Harry soon herded Strider into the free pin before relieving him of his saddle and his own belongings. Once Strider's saddle was stored in its proper place he gave one last pat to each horse he turned back into the wolf and left back out the way he comes.

Once outside he moved towards where the small stream came out from the rocks when he got there he shifted again before moving into the cave. The water was only ankle deep and the roof of the cave would make an adult man bend down to get in, as he got inside it opened up to the stream going to the left and a small island on the right that had door size indent in it. Walking on the rock he came to the indent he pushed a rock with the Stark sigil on it about waist height off to the side. Then in front of him, a stone rose up slowly showing a small entranceway with touchers along the wall, and stone steps leading a wooden door. Turning he pulled a lever that made the stone door slide back into place.

Walking up to the door Harry didn't knock he just slowly opens it and walks into a room.

The room Harry stepped in lead to a hallway and some other rooms the hallway was natural stone flooring ran the length up to another closed door with torches and candles light the way. Looking to the left Harry could see barrels and storage boxes along the wall full of firewood, on his right he could see a workstation and tanning area. Without a word, he moved through the doorway entering another room without stopping. This one was a little bigger, on the left was another closed door that had no indication of where it leads to the right was a kitchen.

Continuing on without stopping he moved into the next room which was larger than the last, it was a small library on his left and a sitting area to his right with a crackling fire, by this time he had reached the closed door.

Taking a deep breath like he was steeling himself Harry open the door and moved into the room looking around for anyone, the room was the largest so far.

Not seeing who he was looking for, Harry called out, "Hello, I'm here."

Seconds later a soft feminine voice was floated through the room from his left, "I glad, I will be with you shortly. Why don't you make yourself comfortable Harry?"

Looking to where the voice was heard Harry could see a doorway that seemed to lead into a bathing area, "Very well." He said nodding.

He didn't head towards where the voice was instead he walked further into the room, the room itself was circular and the floor was covered in furs and right in front of the door was a large bed easily able to fix 3 or 4 people and above it, ivy grew along with winter roses. To his right was cupboards and wardrobes near the door and a desk with a small bookshelf above it near the centre of the circular wall, near the corner near the bed, was a mannequin, small wardrobe, weapons rack and was a small table with some wine and glasses.

To his left there was another desk but it had maps and building plans, if one looked close enough they would find building plans for the Holdfast and Winterfell, in the centre of the wall opposite the desk was the doorway to the bathing area, beside that near the bed was another mannequin, weapons rack, and a hand basin, and right in the centre of the room in front of the bed was a fire pit.

Walking around the fire pit towards the small wardrobe and mannequin near the desk, taking off his thick fur cloak and coat leaving him only in a tunic he placed them on the mannequin and his belt and sword on top of the small wardrobe. Moving to the bed he sat down and took off his boots and placed them near the bed, he looked around the room again it was lit up more than it should be for a home in a cave. Looking up at the arch like ceilings his eyes rested on the large glass windows looking outside. Normally they wouldn't really do anything since they were in a cave but Harry got the idea from the old wizarding tents a spelt them the same, he placed them throughout the cave ceiling.

Taking his eye off the windows he looked at the fire pit to see runes around it glowing, it was something he had done for the person in the next room when he made her this home. When he first found this place, it was similar to the small hideaway that he spent the week in with his mother and sisters only, desolate. The doors were rotted from the stream running through the cave off to the side, there was only cold, wet dirt and rocks on a floor and it was dark and damp. But with some magic, he was able to make it into a comfortable and livable home.

He also used runes for almost everything, runes to get rid of smoke, fire suppressant runes for any outside of the fire pit, touches, and candles, climate runes on the walls and floor to make the place warm, runes to make the floor clean after turning it into granite, evaporate the condensation that builds up and make the place completely dry, pest and vermin control runes and runes for almost anything that the cave needed to make it habitable.

Harry was broken out of his musing when he heard the soft patter of footsteps on stone over the fire, turning his head he watched the door for the person making their way into the room. He didn't have to wait long as the woman stepped into the bedroom.

As she did, his body reacted to what he saw, like it did when he saw his mother and sisters unclothed. Looking the woman in front of him, he could easily see why she had been so desired.

She had long dark brown almost black hair, tied in a braid that was damp from bathing. He looked at her face, a face that had caused a war, full pink lips that had a hint of a smile, high cheeks, slightly upturned hooded grey eyes that gazed at him with nothing but love, a small rounded nose and smooth pale ivory skin. His eyes trailed down her body over her large voluptuous perky breasts with a hard pink nipples that were barely covered, a firm toned stomach that clearly showed how fit she was, wide birthing hips that that swayed seductively as she walked into the room, her long legs were as toned as her stomach, and her whole body had small scars showing that she was used to living in the wilds.

She stood there letting him looked her over, he saw she hadn't moved to get dressed except for a fur chamber robe that she hadn't bothered to close as it was almost falling off shoulders. The only thing keeping it on her shoulders was her hardened pink nipples. Looking down her body again he could see the small dark nest of hair between her thighs that invited him to come feast on her.

His eyes travelled up her body, coming to rest on her face to see her watching his eyes roam over her and she seemed to have been doing the same with the hint of a smile on her face. Walking slowly towards him, her hips swaying, enticing him with every step she made. Coming to a stop in between his open legs, she stood looking down at him her eyes holding a loving look.

"Hello, Nephew." She spoke softly.

Looking up at her with the same look of love Harry, answered, "Hello Aunt Lyanna."

Smiling, Lyanna Stark reached forward one hand cupping his face the other resting on his shoulder, using her thumb she stroked his face the without another word she moved and sat on her nephew's lap, her robe coming off and falling to the ground revealing her nakedness to her nephew's eyes, her hands quickly wrapped around his neck as she pulled him towards her resting their foreheads together.

Looking him in the eyes she whispered, "I missed you, love."

Before she pulled him into a scorching lustful kiss, his hands came up to her hips and pulling her into him so her body pressing against his hard.

Feeling her nephew's hard chest against her naked one as he returned her kiss, moaning in pleasure Lyanna showing started rocking her hips grinding against his crotch.

Their moans filled the underground home as the Wolf Maiden of Winterfell kissed her beloved nephew.