CHAPTER 7

I Know this chapter is long overdue , and i appologize for such a long delay , but it;s the last year of law school and it's hectic as hell.
Anyway , Here you go enjoy.

Jon stood atop a cliff, alone. His sword in his hand, his tent perched atop the cliff, while tens of thousands of tents were sprawled along the ground below him. He was confused. For the first time - despite his tricks and magic - things had not gone his way. The reason behind his participation in the war was twofold; to get Neville's attention and to earn a lordship. That was the reason why he had refused to be knighted, all that about Arthur Dyane and other infamous knights was utter hogwash. He had refused knighthood because he knew The King would want to reward to him in some way and if he couldn't knight him, then his hands were forced to grant him some lands. His next course of action was to manipulate Robert by sending him the vision and weaving a fabricated story behind his sword. But his plan did not yield the outcome he had desired.

He never wanted to be the Lord of Iron Islands. Their entire culture was around reaving, pirating and raping. Things he would never tolerate. He wanted to be the Lord of Moat Cailin. It would have been the perfect base for him. He would have seas on both sides of his land, besides strategically it would have been a great position as it is the gateway to north. Even trade would have made him more than prosperous. And if needs be, it would have been a perfect place to conquer other kingdoms.

That was the reason he had sent Robert Baratheon the vision of Lyanna stark. He still refused to refer to her as his mother. His mother was Lilly Potter, the women who sacrificed her life to save him, not a love stricken girl who fell for Rhaegar's schemes.

But it would seem that the vision had more drastic effect than he had anticipated. He had misjudged the love Robert still had for Lyanna. No one in the history of Westeros has ever been ascended from a bastard to the Lord Paramount of a kingdom.

That was the only plus of this situation. If he were to become The Lord of Moat, then he would have been just that - a Lord. A lesser Lord that was answerable to The Starks. Now while he had no qualms about answering to his father, he knew Lady Stark could have been a problem, especially if due to some reason Robb were to ascend as The Lord of the Winterfell even while his father was alive. But instead, he was The Lord of his own kingdom now, a Lord Paramount, even if The Iron Islands were poor and sparsely populated and barren islands. So technically he was equal to Ned Stark in station.

'Oh what I wouldn't do to see Lady Catelyn's expression upon hearing the news,' he though and laughed out loud. But then he thought of the problems that came with being The Lord Paramount of The Iron Islands. The Island had very little population, and people here knew only how to sail the seas and piracy. They had no other vocational skills; even farming was a skill foreign to the ironmen.

This was why he needed Neville. Neville not only had the knowledge to change and alter the topography with his magic, he was extremely skilled in it too. He recalled, once Neville had converted an entire dry rocky island near Australia into a lush green one within a week. Moreover Neville was the only one who could build castles and other structures that he himself could not.

However those were not the only reasons he needed Neville. He needed Neville because he was his friend - his only connection beside Hedwig and Dobby to his previous life. But unlike Dobby and Hedwig, Neville was someone who could advise him, help him and he really missed him.

Plus, the land of the islands was hardly fit for farming. The only thing the islands have in abundance was iron, huge quantities of magnetite ore was present, however the Ironmen didn't know how to mine them properly or even use the magnetite ore. Neville however could possibly replicate the wootz steel of his previous world with these specific ores. After all the shield Godric carried was looked very much like the famed Damascus steel of his previous world. Maybe Neville taught Godric too.

He will have to somehow impart vocational skills to the ironmen, atleast basic skills such as farming, smith, glass blowing, carpenters, horse and cattle breeders, stone masons, and that too fast and at large magnitude. But he didn't know how to achieve that.

To think that Neville not only adopted the name of their house founder, but also named his son after the legendary founder and the only source of hope of finding Neville, was the young man who had challenged him in front of the king, the young man who was currently making his way up the cliff towards him. He recalled the fight with the hybrid and how for the first time in this world someone had been able to land a blow on him.

Flashback

"Enough" Jon snow said, halting others who were about to rush at the stranger but then Ser Barristan stepped forward then but Jon snow suddenly put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"As I said this foe is beyond anyone here, you cannot beat him Ser Barristan, there is no knight that can beat this man, he can rip you in two with his bare hands" Jon snow said sombrely and the stranger smirked at that. He knew he should not have used legilimency on him , but he had to know more , had to be certain about the stranger , a hybrid. It completely slipped from his mind that hybrids are naturally immune to cursory mind magics such as legilimency and illusions

"Then allow me, my lord ." the giant then went by the name Glex said

"No, even a Titan like you might not be able to defeat him" Jon snow said again, and he meant it. He was certain that Glex was more powerful than a hybrid but he knew a hybrid was very fast and would be able to kill Glex.

" I must say" the stranger said" I expected more from the Westerosi knights, I was told they were very good. It would seem I was misled." he said giving a smirk.

"Aye" Jon snow said." But you do have an unfair advantage over them. I wonder how you would fare against one of your own kind."

This wiped the hybrid's smirk right off his face

"Who are you? What is your name and where is your sire?" Jon asked, adding a compulsion charm to his words. And the hybrid felt it too.

"Name is Gryffindor, Godric Gryfindor" he replied and Jon stopped in shock at that, but he didn't have the chance to inquire further as just then the stranger gave a feral grin and lunged at him.

He and Godric started fighting when Jon had approached him and Godric had went for a punch at his head only for Jon to block it and deliver a straight punch at his face which sent him stumbling a few feet. A punch like that would have rendered any other man unconscious, but the hybrid was not even bruised. Godric had then looked at Jon with a bit of uncertainty for a few seconds before pounding on him. And while they were fighting, Jon's mind had wandered to the past. His spars with Neville and he compared this hybrid to the hybrids Neville had made from his own world. He was undoubtedly strong, but he was not as fast as the hybrids Neville had made in their previous world. He thought about all the practice duels with Neville.

He and Neville had sparred a lot of times before their confrontation with Voldemort. Neville always had an upper hand in physical combat, his speed was astonishing - almost a blur sometimes. His strength too was beyond comparison. Only due to his animagus form - a direwolf - which augmented his physical strength, and other so many rituals he had performed, he was able to defeat Neville. Unfortunately for him, the powers he had gained from all those ritually, were diminished to a large degree after his rebirth, specially the one when he had gained the powers of a phoenix, thunderbird and a Dementor.

In his previous life, after the ritual, he could exclude an aura of fear and coldness, but now he needed to focus his magic, using a wand or a magic sword to channel that fear. He had been capable of flying at breath-taking speed, without the aid of any magical construct or spell. But now he could only float a short distance and even for that he needed a wand.

His death aura which could render even wizards scared so much that they couldn't even twitch a muscle and summoning lightning and storm had been as easy for him as breathing. But now he needed The Elder Wand for that, although now he could also use his magical sword but result was nowhere near that powerful.

However, it was from Fawkes he had gotten most of his powers from. Immense control over fire and the immunity to it - and wand-less too. But he needed a wand for that too now, and could only do lighter feats of such magic wand-lessly. But his greatest asset, the ability of compulsion in his voice - which Neville had remarked was more potent than any Imperius curse - was so diminished now that he had to rely on his wits and words along with compulsion charms to accomplish the task and still it was nowhere as efficient. He just hoped Neville's compulsion abilities were still with him.

The hybrids created by Neville were stronger and faster than either vampire or werewolf. The only reason Jon was superior to them was because of his animagus form. In this world, he never had any problem facing any adversary, especially after his animagus transformation.

His Animagus form has imparted a lot of powers to him, even in his human form. His strength was majestic. His muscles seemed to be hardened as if made of mithril fibres. His bone structure had hardened tenfold. But there was till one aspect where Neville was leagues ahead of him; speed. And unlike other ritually gained powers, his physical prowess was the same, even better since as Jon snow, his body had gotten ample nourishment in his formative years, unlike as Harry Potter.

Jamie Lannister and Ser Barristan were good - even more skilled than himself, but his herculean strength and speed has ensured that he looked way better than the duo and was able to defeat them with ease. He was uncertain if he'd be able to defeat them both easily otherwise. Both Ser Barristan and The Kingslayer were exceptionally good. He had been certain that his superior strength and stamina would be enough to defeat any foe in this world.

It was with great relief, he had noted that neither Hedwig, nor Dobby had suffered through similar aftereffect and their powers were intact. But then again, unlike them he was reborn. This is what had him wondering if Neville's powers had diminished too in this world, or if the hybrids created by him were not as strong as the ones in their previous world. However he got the answer when the very next moment Godric punched him in the throat and he spluttered for a few moments .

Jon coughed a little as he clutched his throat and groaned a bit. That strike hurt, this was the first time anyone in this world had landed a blow on him. And everyone around him knew that, which is why he could see all the gathered lords, knights regarding Godric with even more wariness than before. He could see Kevan Lannister adorning a look of satisfaction at that.

Jon took a moment to gather his wits and then it started again. His enchanted armoured gloves provided him with little edge. They both delivered punches after punches. Jon jabbed at him, Godric blocked it and with his other hand threw an uppercut at Jon only for him to sidestep and punch Godric in the armpit but Godric caught his hand between his arm and rib and Jon held his other hand in a tight grip. They had finally reached a standstill only for Godric to head-butt Jon. The force of which caused Jon to stumble a few feet back, but because of his enchanted helm Godric too was fazed for a few moments.

They both took a few moments to collect themselves before Jon took out both his Valyrian steel sword and said

"Let's up the ante, shall we?"

Godric looked at him curiously for a few seconds and he took off his cloak, revealing a scabbard tied to his waist and a disc shaped shield on his back. Godric took out his sword; a scorpion scimitar, made up of some blackish metal and took off his shield, made of the same colour and metal as the sword and held it in his left arm

"Interesting" Jon said.

And then they lounged at each other. Their weapons struck each others's rapidly, but not once could either bypass the other's guard. It was getting frustrating for Godric and Jon noticed it too so he kept going. But in an ironic twist, Jon was the one to make the first mistake as his strike with his left hand was not timed properly and Godric took advantage of it and hit Jon's wrist with his shield's edge with a monumental force and Jon's sword clattered to the floor.

But the two didn't pause and kept fighting, Jon knew he was at a slight disadvantage which is why he pushed magic through it and the Valyrian steel sword turned hot red. Godric was already on one knee going for an underarm strike and didn't have the time to react as he could only watch with wide eyes as the two swords met. The Valyrian steel blade cut the scimitar, like a hot knife through butter, just a few inches above the guard.

Jon turned on his heel and with all his might aimed a punch at his head and Godric, still on his knees brought up his shield in time and Jon's punch connected with his shield, dead centre, his gauntlet and shield produced a loud resonant sound, but none gained an inch. It was like an unstoppable force meeting its match in an immovable object.

Jon quickly pushed the shield away with one hand and kicked Godric in the chest sending him reeling a good ten feet away. But the force of the kickback put him off-balance and he lost his footing too. By the time he got up, Godric threw what remained of his sword at him like a dagger only for Jon to deflect it with his sword and he glanced back and saw the sword imbedded in Balon Greyjoy's throat. He looked back only to see Godric attacking him again, not concerned about balon greyjoy's fate even a bit, using his shield to best advantage. They parried each other a few more times when Godric, again with blinding speed parried his sword with his shield and punched him in the face and at the same time , without missing a beat, grabbed Jon's sword hand and twisted it with all his might, causing Jon to drop his sword and with a swipe Godric kicked the sword way out of Jon's reach.

Jon paid no heed to the loss of his sword and kicked Godric in the knee which caused him to let go of Jon's arm and launched a hook at Godric's face and just as his fist was about to connect with his jaw he cast a silent banishing charm, The glow of the spell hidden beneath his gloves. The result; Godric was sent flying a good fifteen feet in the air.

Godric shook his head, trying to dispel the ringing in his head and looked at Jon in shock. Jon knew the punch coupled with a banishing charm would have hit like speeding Hippogriff. He saw as Godric struggled to stand up. Taking the opportunity Jon went to pick up his swords but a feral growl made him pause. He looked at Godric, on his knee, growling like a feral animal and his eyes shining like amber.

'Uh oh" Jon muttered as he realized that the wolf within Godric was angry. And then suddenly Godric did the unthinkable and threw his shield at Jon like a discuss . Only quick thinking caused Jon to cast an impedimenta jinx on the shield and only then he was able to catch it in one hand. If not for the impedimenta charm, the shield was thrown with such force that, at best it would have broken his hand.

He decided then to show Godric who was the boss here and threw the disk back at Godric with all his might and Godric had to catch his shield with two hands, and even then the force pushed him back a few feet and he slammed into Glex causing the giant to move back a few steps.

Looking around for a few moments and finding no weapon in reach, Godric growled causing the knights around to take a few steps back, except Glex. Godric moved towards Glex and before Glex could object to it, he tried to lift Glex's Bell-mace, only to find that he could only lift it a couple of inches; which he promptly dropped with a yelp and looked at Glex in surprise.

"This is a Titan's weapon, runt" the half giant said.

Seeing no other option Godric rushed at Jon with just his shield. Jon, disarmed of both his sword, took out his kukri knife and the two advance at each other again. Jon held his hand in forward grip and tried to stab Godric, but the latter made good use of his shied and always blocked the attack. They were going at it with such incredible spped that he knew that others would be having hard time following their movements. Jon flipped the knife in the air and caught it in a reverse grip and tried to slash at the hybrid but all in vain, and to add salt to the injury as the fight kept going , somehow Godric seemed to get even faster . then , in frustration Jon grasped his collar and threw him away, twisting his arm in the process and wrestling his shield from Godric.

But during this byplay Godric had kicked Jon in the head causing him to lose his helm. Jon roared at the loss of his helm and he again threw the shield at Godric but this time, he cast a wand-less Filipendo jinx at it, increasing it's momentum tenfold and Godric made a wise call and ducked out of the way instead of catching it like the last time. The shield imbedded into the trunk of an Oak tree a few feet behind Godric. Godric, for the first time, looked at Jon in fear. Finally realizing that he was outmatched.

"I normally prefer a scalpel, but the situation calls for me to use a hammer", Jon said out loud and walked towards Glex. He knew that though he would be able to lift the Bell-mace for few moments. But not unlike Godric, he won't be able to effectively use it; it was extremely heavy. But Jon wasn't a wizard for nothing. He cast a featherlight charm on the mace and lifted it.

Even Godric looked at Jon with his mouth open like a fish, for a few moments. This surely made him realize that Jon was physically stronger than him. This was what Jon wanted to establish. He wanted to intimidate him. Jon looked at King Robert.

"You asked me how good I am with a hammer? I hope this counts."

Saying this he lunged at Godric as the King's laughter boomed behind him. He knew that if a feather-light mace were to hit Godric it won't do any damage, which is why just as the mace was going to connect with him he cancelled the featherlight charm and before quickly casting it again. But the damage was done, though Godric ducked from the strike the wooden pole of the tent was hit and it broke. This continued for the next few moments and Jon demolished Godric and soon the hybrid was on the ground. His shield out of his grasp as Jon brought the mace from above, but Godric rolled away just in time and the heavy Bell-mace hit the stone floor beneath - smashing it into pieces.

Godric was about to stand up when Jon hit him with mace in the stomach causing him to howl in pain for the first time in the fight and he could see the agony in his eyes. He let go of the mace and punched Godric in the face coupled with a silent Depulso. Godric was thrown a good fifteen feet away, just before the pavilion where The King sat.

Jon approached the injured hybrid and lifted him by his neck with ease. Godric, injured and in pain was not able to offer much resistance. He squirmed due to lack of air. Jon knew it won't kill him permanently, the hybrid will be healed and up and again in a few hours. Godric looked Jon in the eye, Jon could see pain and anguish in them, but he also detected confusion in them. Probably wondering how anyone was able to defeat a hybrid. But suddenly his gaze moved up, towards Jon's forehead and his eyes widened; a reaction which confused Jon before realisation dawned upon him.

'He recognize my scar' Jon thought and he was right for Godric looked at him again and spoke - in a whisper so low even Jon barely heard it - just two words.

"Harry Potter!"

This caused him to loosen his grip and Jon gave him a hard look and then nodded

"Took you long enough to figure it out." Jon said and let go of him which caused him to stumble as he took long breaths and after a few moments, then raised his head and looked at Jon in admiration and awe and spoke

"forgive me my lord, for I didn't realize who you were." he said and after giving a small pause he went on both knees and said two words that caused everyone, noble and smallfolk alike to start muttering.

"Our creator"

Flashback ends

"Master" the high pitched sound of Dobby brought him out of his musing and he spun around to find him standing with Marwyn.

"Dobby, how are you?" Jon replied as he met the house-elf.

"Dobby is having too much fun, Jon Snow Sir! So much work to do, Dobby loves helping the great Jon Snow, Sir!" the enthusiastic elf replied.

"He is working miracles indeed. Already a lot of people are taking to the Wierwood trees. When they find out that they prayed for something in front of the trees and if it is something simple, Dobby grants their wishes and they think the old gods listened." Marwyn added

"Splendid Dobby, and I must say you were brilliant with the kraken. A little too brilliant. For a moment even I forgot that the kraken was nothing but an enchanted magical construct, enlarged and controlled by you" Jon said

"Thank you Jon snow Sir!"

"However there is a certain new development , my lord" Marwyn said

"Go on" Jon said

"There are whispers , specially among the older folks , about you being a God , or at-least divine in some way . they say anyone with your strength and powers could only be a god. And when Godric Gryffindor , the only one who has ever been a able to last longer than a few moments against you , the only one who could resist your strength for some time , when he called you 'OUR CREATOR' , it added fuel to the fire" Marwyn finished.

This sent jon into a conundrum , he never wanted to be considered a god , he had only fanned the rumors which claimed him to be a demigod to eclipse his illegitimacy . he was uncertain on how to deal with this .

"We will think about it later Marwyn , anything else on your mind?" he asked

"And I must say my lord, your plan with the Kraken was splendid but I was wondering if it was necessary. Even before slaying the Kraken, you were regarded as one of the greatest warriors of the realms, then what was the need of the Kraken." The archmaester asked

"Oh Marwyn, my reputation after defeating the Ironborn in numerous battles and beating the Kingslayer and Ser Barristan might have put me on par with the greatest warriors in the history, but I want my reputation to be a notch above others." Jon replied. It was true too. Not that Jon would have cared much about what people thought of him but he wanted to build a reputation to his name - a dangerous one at that. Not because he was vain or egoistic, but he knew that there would be others. Lords and Ladies who would have thought themselves his superior, as evidenced by Kevin Lannister trying to physically assault him but slaying the kraken would dissuade these nobles from crossing him. And now since he was The Lord of a Kingdom, his reputation was all the more necessary.

" My lord." came a voice behind him. The speaker was the source of surprise for Jon. But Jon knew his tale to be true. He turned around to and saw Godric standing there, along with Lady Chenlaw .

"My lord, I have gathered everyone as you commanded."

"Good, Lady Chenlaw, Marwyn, you may join them too. I and Godric will be there in a few moments" Jon said as the duo left, leaving Jon with Godric.

"I still can't believe he named his son, even an adopted one after a founder" Jon muttered to himself.

"Come Godric", Jon said as Godric approached him.

"My father used to tell us stories to us when we were young, legends of the greatest wizard the world has ever seen. The one who gave him his powers and immortality and he would always end the stories on a sad note and regret that we will never be able to meet you."

"Yet here we stand." Jon replied with a sad smile and continued,

"Neville was my dear friend. I have known him since his eleven names day. We fought side by side on numerous occasions. We bled for each other and when he was thrown in this world, I followed him here, even if it meant my death." Jon said absentmindedly staring across the horizon

"How did you end up with Neville?" he asked Godric.

"I and my brothers are adopted. As I am sure you might have figured it out, we were born in Lys. Father said he got us away from there when we were a few names-days old only."

"Well you look nothing like him. I would have never recognized you if not for your eyes. Golden eyes were the mark of the hybrids that were converted by Neville had. Also of course your name, do you know who was Godric Gryfindor?" Jon inquired.

"Yes, I always admired my father's world. It's people , legends like you and Dumbledore. It's weapons - being a smith at my core - I was fascinated by the wonders of that world. As for my name, my father named me after the founder of his house. He named one of my brother after his own father Frank and my other brother in your honour, Hadrian." He replied with a soft smile on his lips. Jon looked at him in surprise at the last part. He was surprised and a bit touched by Neville's action.

"That is not normal steel, is it?" Jon asked, deciding to change the topic.

"Its Qohoric steel. Though its enchantments are different, our father uses enchantments and runes from his world rather that the ones Qohoric use." Godric replied.

"It's a fine sword, although I doubt it is as strong as Valyrian steel."

"No, you cut my sword in two." Godric said.

"I also repaired it." Jon replied. A simple repairo using The Elder Wand had done the job.

"Tell me more Godric, more about yourself, your brothers, about Neville." Jon asked

"Well I don't know much about father before he took us in. All I know is that he stayed in Qohor for some time learning their skills in forging. Although he claims he didn't really learn anything. Then he served in the lost legion as a warrior and smith. He rose through their ranks and became their commander. During this time my father had already converted everyone into a hybrid so that all of them would be loyal to him .however there were only twenty seven men, including me and my brother who are hybrids. The others are normal men, enhanced by father's bite. Except for my younest brother, he didn't want to become a hybrid. The lost legion does not have enough members compared to other companies, just a thousand men, but we have never lost. The legion was in Lys for a contract when my father found me and my brothers. We were born into slavery. We grew up in the legion. Of the three of us only me and my brother Frank have chosen to turn into a hybrid, which is why we have golden eyes. Hadrian however has chosen not to, which is why we are still young while he has grown."

"And your brothers?"

"Well my brother, Frank, is the second in command of the legion and commands the legion in our father's absence. I am the chief ranger and our youngest brother, Hadrian, is the captain of the smith division. However Hadrian is more skilled than both of us. He is very learned in the ways of potions, healing, languages and has learned the most from our father. He stays with us but he says his dream is to develop a school like the one in your own world."

"A school for wizards?"

"No. A school for everyone. I think father called it a university. I believe it is something like the citadel."

"That's a noble dream." Jon said as Marwyn came running towards them.

"Why would he not want to be a hybrid? Great powers, immortality, why would anyone refuse that?"

"You will that from have to ask him my lord, he has a long list of reasons." Godric replied , ending the conversation as Marwyn reached them.

"my lord" Marwyn said, panting.

"Yes Marwyn" Jon said.

"A message just came from our man in Lys, our plan did not go as we planned."

"What happened"

"Draught." he replied.

"What?"

"Yes my lord, within a month there will be scarcity of food in Lys, thousands will die within the next." Marwyn said

"That's troubling."

"Fret not my lord, this is not the first time Lys has been hit by a draught. They have always recovered. They have enough gold to buy food for years." Godric replied.

"That's the problem, my lord." Marwyn said and after a pause continued,

"In Lys, the slaves outnumber the free people three to one. It is the slaves who get the axe first because the nobility will not spend gold on them. Moreover the trading nobility themselves are in danger."

"What do you mean?"

"Bravos has refused to sell them anything unless they give up slavery and they have urged – in the most ardent and energetic words - Pentos to do the same. Myr and Tyrosh have joined hands with Volantis to conquer Lys. They have already contracted The Brave Companions and The Warrior Sons, and I have heard that Tyrosh is looking to employ the golden company. Volantis has extended the offer to the lost legion but they haven't accepted the contract yet. Marwyn finished as he gave a pointed look towards Godric.

"Come." Jon said as he led them towards his tent. Glex stood guard with another two of the Green-men. Jon motioned for Glex to follow him inside. He noticed Godric's expression upon noticing the inside of an enchanted tent.

They gathered around a table which had a large map of Westros and Essos on it. Jon conjured chairs for them all and they took their seats. Only Godric looked at the display of magic with awe, others had seen him perform more powerful feats of magic than that.

"Marwyn has some news to share with us all." Jon said to them as they all took

"Lys is in danger, it has been hit by a draught and Tyrosh and Myr have joined hands with Volantis to finish Lys off once and for all."

"What about other cities"

"Bravos and Pentos are out. Qarth, Mereen, Yunkai and Astapur are too far away, they won't be able to send food in bulk. From what our spy said, Lys intends to send envoys to Westros to seek aid. Although I don't think Westros is in the position to help them in any way, except for maybe The Reach. But right now no one has enough ships to send aid, especially since Reach and Riverlands are sending their surplus to us. Also I don't think anyone would want to get in between another war."

"This is troubling news." Killian said

"So Lys is alone right now?"

"Yes, however I might have a plan that will make sure we benefit from this situation." Jon said "but before that we have other matters to handle. Get denys Drumm."

Lady Chenlaw went out and returned a few moments later with The Drumm heir.

"So have you given my proposal any thought?" Jon inquired. Jon has discovered that the Drumm spawn was a wizard too, which was why he had spared him at Seagard. Later he had shown him his powers and told him about his own potential. To say the Drumm heir had been surprised was an understatement. He had sworn a magical wow of servitude and jon had marked him earlier. This charade was just to introduce him to others.

"My lord," he said as he knelt down "I will serve you till my last breath."

"Give me your hand." Jon said, to which he gave him his right hand.

"The other one." Jon said, to which the boy looked a bit ashamed and shyly offered him his handless arm. Jon raised The Elder Wand and waved it in complex pattern and silvery metal materialized out of thin air and morphed in the shape of a hand. He looked at the arm in surprise and flexed it a couple of times. And then looked at Jon in gratitude.

"You will be able to serve me better with both hands." Jon said. Just then a Titan came in, bowed and said,

"My lord a man claiming to be a Prince of Summer Island wishes to meet you."

"Marwyn." Jon said looking towards the maester regarding to know his input on this development.

"Jalabhar Xho, my lord, he is a Prince of the Red Flower Vale. He is an exiled prince from the Summer Isles residing in the Red Keep. He has petitioned the Iron Throne for aid in retaking his seat, the Red Flower Vale but so far had been rebuffed by The Queen and Lord Hand." He answered

"Why do you think he is here?" Uthor asked

"He is probably here to petition you the same." Marwyn replied

"Very well, send him in." Jon nodded and a few moments later, a dark, tall man entered. He wore an extravagant cape made of green and scarlet feathers. He bowed and said in an amber accent.

"The mighty Jon Snow, The Kraken-Slayer, Lord Paramount of The Iron Islands, it is an honour to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Your Illustrious Highness."

The exiled prince stilled, seemingly lost for words, looking Jon in askance. Seeing it Jon elaborated,

"I know who you are, Jalabhar Xho, the exiled prince of The Red Flower Vale. I also know why you are here; to ask me to help you take back your kingdom. Correct me if I am wrong."

"You are absolutely correct, my lord." he replied after a brief moment of silence.

"What I would like to know, Your Illustrious Highness, is why?" Jon asked "Why should I help you? According to my information, you were defeated in a fair battle?"

"It is my birth right?" the foreigner replied, with a certain smidge of ego and pride.

"Your Illustrious Highness" jon said , his tone dripping with sarcasm " rights of even a monarch are ignored and at the same time strength of even a bastard is taken seriously. Every person in this room is a living breathing proof of it. So…"

"Because I was wronged." he said abruptly and then sighed.

"How so?" Malcom asked

"My uncle, my father's brother had my father assassinated when I was a boy of fifteen and when I ascended to the throne he challenged me. In summer isles warfare is highly ritualized, taking place on days and times chosen by their priests. Battles more closely resemble tourney melees in your Westeros. Two opposing teams of warriors meet at a battlefield chosen and consecrated in advance by our priests.

"I was a boy of fifteen, how was I supposed to defeat a man fully grown? I was defeated, my mother forced to my uncle's bed. Luckily my sister was a priestess and he could not do anything to her but he did kill my brother." Jalabhar finished, with rage – raw and primal of a predator wronged - burning in his eyes.

"You ask me why, I ask you why not?" he asked Jon.

"A reason as good as any that could be, Your Highness, but I am afraid your strategy is flawed." Jon said.

"How so, my lord?" the exiled prince asked.

"You want foreign military aid to overthrow you uncle but I ask you this, will you people accept you after that? No. You must defeat your uncle in a challenge."

"I won't be able to do it. He is too strong and I am not as skilled as him in close range combat. Give me a bow and I am one of the best but unfortunately bows are not allowed in challenges." He said , his arms flailing in annoyance

"I have a plan for that. I will train you. I will make stronger, so strong that you will not only get back Red Flower Vale but, you will also conquer all of the summer isles." Jon said

"Conquer all of the isles?" he asked in disbelief, "no one has even attempted to do that in centuries, let alone succeed."

"Oh but you will." Jon said , seriously this time " There is a power within you that you don't know of. I will help you harness that power, trust me."

"I don't know how to express my gratitude. Tell me my lord, what would you want in return for this aid." he said. Jon got up from his seat and approached the man and put his hands on his shoulders

"Your friendship will suffice my friend. I require nothing more in return. However I would ask one thing of you."

"Name it!"

"You will train with everything you have. Within six moons you will go to war." Jon replied and held his arms open and two hugged.

"Denys , escort His Illustrious Highness, to a tent. His and your training starts tomorrow, Glex will have a titan master and Uthor oversee your training., after which you will also ask maester Kilian for guidance " Jon said and the two left the tent and Jon took his seat back.

"May I ask you a question, my lord?" Marwyn asked.

"I think you just did Marwyn, but you may ask another?" Jon said with a fond smile. Channelling his former headmaster

"Is it wise, helping him out?"

"You ask this because you don't know something that I do. He is a wizard and it makes me wonder if Summer Islanders have more wizards than rest of the world, since they live relatively isolated from the rest of the world. Even if that's not the case, with Jalabhar as The King of The Summer Isles, we will not only have an ally outside of Westros, we will also have their untapped resources at our disposal. Moreover they have very talented shipwrights not to mention their Goldenheart bows. Which are vital for my plans regarding Lys." Jon said to which Marwyn bowed his head in response.

"Lady Chenlaw, how are the people? I hope the ration has been distributed amongst them."

"Yes my lord, the shipment from The Reach is supposed to arrive within a week. More and more people flock towards Great Wyk, not just from Iron Islands but from the mainland too. They are all getting paid as there is so much work to do here. Also my lord, many have turned towards The Old Gods for prayers, not all, but many."

"Good, I have to embark on a journey that might keep me away for a month." Jon said, "Lady Chenlaw, in my absence you will oversee the distribution of ration."

"Malcom, you will go to Harlaw and bring whatever remains of the people of Harlaw to Great Wyk" Jon commanded and Malcom left them to obey his command.

"Glex, I am leaving you in charge of the safety of the kingdom. Bring the Titans to their new home." Jon said

"My lord, I must ask, why did you spare Victarion Greyjoy?" Killian asked out of the blue

"Victarion Greyjoy is a capable naval commander, while I will not put him in charge of my fleet or any ship for that matter, he will train the other sailors. He will be best at it." Jon replied

"Now on to the next order of business, Godric, Volantis is looking to hire the lost legion to attack Lys. You will go back to Volantis and accept their offer and the gold. They will provide you with ships; try to get as many ships from them as possible. Then you will sail for Lys." Jon said.

"Yes my lord." Godric replied.

"Marwyn, how long do you think Tyrosh, Myr and Volantis will wait before launching an attack?"

"By my estimate, Tyrosh, impatient as they are, will send The Brave Companions within two fortnights and they will reach Lys within another fortnight. Lys would be able to hold them off with their sellswords but if Myr were to send The Second Sons too in the fray, I doubt they would be able to do much. The likely scenario is that they will occupy the two small islands that are around Lys, and will launch an attack from there."

"Well, let's hope I will be back by then. We will decide the next course of action then." Jon commented and he then turned towards Godric,

"Now, Godric, do you have any idea where Neville went?" Jon asked.

"No, my lord. One day, around thirteen years ago, he just told us that he had felt a magical connection somewhere in the west. We were in the slavers bay at that time. He was very excited, said something about an old companion. He left my brother in charge and took his fastest horse and rode west. We haven't heard from him since. We have tried to find him, but we never found even a trace. We know don't even know if he is alive for sure."

"Neville is completely capable of travelling alone in this world without any difficulty. He is the original hybrid wizard. His strength and skill are enough to defeat an entire army. Also he can't die. Trust me." Jon replied with a confident smirk.

"But I have to find my friend. Even if I have to venture to the end of the known world, I will. Will you help me Godric?" jon finished

"Yes my lord, anything. My father told us he swore an oath of servitude to you, I will honour his oath." Godric replied.

"Earlier, my connection with your father was very diluted. The connection was there but it was weak. It was the reason I couldn't perform the spell. Your connection with your father is also weak since you were adopted by him but he did perform a blood adoption ritual and also you were converted into a hybrid by him. Neville is linked to me, through his oath, to my magic. And he is linked to you through blood. Alone these connections won't be sufficient, but if we combine our connections to him I should be able to locate him." Jon informed him

"I am at your disposal."

"Good, give me your hand." Jon said as Godric gave him his hand and brought out a bronze dagger and a compass and cut Godric's wrist as Jon started chanting as blood poured in a goblet.

He pointed his wand a few drops rose from the goblet and settled on the compass and just as the drop came in contact with the compass he incanted

"Anta Cotis Syrum."

He muttered the spell again and again when on the seventh try the compass glowed blue and the needle started moving and settled in one direction; south west.

"The next spell is bit tricky so do not disturb me." Jon said as he flicked his wand and a drop of blood settled on his forehead and pointing his wand towards his closed eyes he muttered.

"Vitto Brosche Tarem Car Manifesto Fen."

This time the effect was immediate. He found himself in a dark location, it took him a few seconds to adjust to the dark and it was then he saw it; piles of gold as high as mountains, inside some sort of underground bunker and below them it was the life like golden statue of a huge dragon. He looked around and what he saw next left him breathless.

There, lying in its own ashes was a baby phoenix. It looked dead. More to the point, it looked petrified. It was at this point the spell started ended and in an instant he was back in his tent as he gasped for air.

But now Neville's abrupt departure from the legion made sense, he must have sensed the arrival of Fawkes into this world and must have left to look for him immediately.

"My lord" Marwyn said as Jon realized he was musing for too long. Godric was looking at him expectantly.

"I saw him" Jon said in a shaky breath. "He is alive but he will need help."

Everyone was looking at him with excitement, for they were witnessing the kind of powers only spoken in legends

"Let's pinpoint his location now" Jon said as he pulled out a map of the known world and poured the blood from goblet on the map and muttered,

"Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras."

The blood started roaming around and soon was reduced to a drop as it roamed around the map.

"Ole Heldhat Eina Odvozniti." He muttered the chant and blue flame like thread emerged from The Elder Wand and was slowly absorbed by the blood. The blood drop then turned golden in colour. Jon held his wand towards the map and incanted,

"Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous."

For a moment it seemed as if the spell had failed then slowly the golden drop started moving and this time it was not in random motion. It moved towards Volantis and then through the sea and then it stopped moving

"Oh fuck!" Godric softly swore.

"Holy shit!" Marwyn exclaimed.

"Impossible!" Lady Chenlaw said at the same time and Jon couldn't blame them, for only a fool would consider venturing to this place. No one has every returned back from there.

"Guess I will be accompanying you to Volantis, Godric" he said.

SO any guesses where Neville is?

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