As always I don't own anything, unfortunately. After a year of pause and some great advice from the people at DLP (who must have cringed at the story) I decided to rewrite the thing from the begging. After tinkering with writing I've learnt a good lesson, over powered characters are boring and there's not much you can do with them (in this context at least). I hope you enjoy reading this new and (I hope) improved version of Beyond the Wall. I'm going to bring back the new version up very soon.

Here's a little preview of a new first chapter.

CHAPTER ONE

BEYOND THE UNKNOWN

Harry Potter stared at the lifeless body of one Dudley Dursley.

"Oh Merlin oh God."

The pig like boy was still and unmoving. His eyes already glazed and unseeing, fixed onto something he couldn't see anymore. White hands gripped the expensive blue hoodie his cousin decided to wear in the middle of summer. His mouth was wide open. Harry wondered how the edges of his lips remained undamaged. It was a gruesome sight.

Feeling under the neck, trying to pinch under the layer of fat under his cousin's chin, Harry sobbed and finally closed his cousin's eyes.

"Vernon's going to kill me," Harry said to himself with tears streaming down his face.

To think I hated you only an hour ago. His thoughts and tears were lost in the howling of the wind. Too shocked to notice Harry rubbed his hands in a vain hope to warm himself. His bare hands felt heavy and sluggish.

Where am I, he thought. If he didn't know better he would say on the North Pole. It was freezing. He looked around, seeing only a frozen wasteland, here and there peppered with some equally frozen trees.

It was accidental magic, apparition for sure. A realization dawned on Harry and he frantically looked around. His wand.

Under a freshly fallen layer of snow the handle of a familiar holly wand could be seen. Frantically grasping for it and then cleaning the snow the best he could with his stiff hands Harry felt warmth seep into him. At least some things stayed the same.

He'd done underage magic and got Dudley killed. Dudley is dead. He served himself on a platter to Voldemort, he realized, just what the bastard would want, an easy way to get him out of Hogwarts.

I need to call someone, anyone. He raised the wand and with an unsteady flicker tried.

"I-in-incendio," he said. Again.

"Incendio," this time a wisp of flame flickered briefly.

With baited breath he waited for something. Perhaps for Mathilda Bagshot's personal visit or even the Knight Bus or Sirius but there was nothing. As always he was left to deal with things himself.

"Take my body to my father," he remembered the spectral words. To think Dudley would be in the same situation was gut wrenching.

He tried again. And again.

"Why don't you answer?" Harry shouted.

"Where are you?"

Harry broke down then feeling miserable over all his life, one adventure after another and here it will end. He stayed crouched over his cousin until the snow covered them both.

He had to find someone, find help. Dudley was slowly being devoured by the snow.

"I'm sorry Dudley."

Soon the winds died down and the snowing stopped. The only sound that could be heard was made by the unsteady footsteps of one young wizard wearing a blue hoodie.

FIN

This is going to be a little darker story with a fairly young Harry (15) trying to cope with the brutality of Westeros. Here to a new start with hopefully better writing. I would appreciate tips and critiques as well. Best regards.