"Harry… There's a wolf coming up the aisle," Hermione whispered, gesturing to the aisle between the house tables. It was a week or two after he had killed Voldemort and the castle still wasn't done being rebuilt. Kingsley had sent a team to help the new Headmistress, McGonagall, and they had arrived this late this afternoon. The ceiling of the hall was starry, a cloudless evening filled with floating candles.

Harry blinked, looked at his friend who was sitting next to Ron, then turned to look towards the door to the Great Hall. "Grey Wind?"

The direwolf trotted over the stone floor, his claws scratching the floor. Grey Wind's ears perked up at Harry's words and Harry watched as the wolf loped over to him. He held out a hand and Grey Wind came right up to him, nudging into his palm with his cold nose. The direwolf was big, bigger than he had last been when Harry had last seen him. The animal reached up to the table, able to look at the food.

Nearly everyone else in the hall had gone silent with the direwolf's appearance. Dinner plates went untouched and forks were dropped though nearly everyone who was in the castle right now was used to Harry and his animal friends.

"What's wrong? How are you here?" Harry questioned, stretching out with all of his senses throughout the castle. The remnants of dark power that Voldemort had always carried with him was nearly gone, instead filled with light and wildness. His power had increased after he had defeated Voldemort and it was still radiating throughout Hogwarts, probably would never entirely go away.

"Mate… I know you're a demi-god and all that but… It's a wolf," Ron said, wrapping an arm around Hermione to pull her close.

"He's a direwolf," Harry explained quietly, stroking Grey Wind's ears. The wolf whined and grabbed a hold of Harry's robes with a clasp of fangs. "Okay, Grey Wind. Lead on."

"Harry?"

"He says that Robb needs me," Harry offered, without looking back at his friends. "Direwolves are of Westeros and if Grey Wind's here... Robb's here too."

"Robb?" Hermione echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"My boyfriend," Harry said, grinning warily. "He's King in the North, in Westeros, and I intend on going back with him this time. Permanently."

Hermione blinked then sighed. "I had wondered if you were going to leave us after this battle. I'll get you a trunk ready."

Harry shook his head, pausing to look at her. "You don't have to-"

"You're my best friend, Harry," Hermione retorted, grinning. Her voice was watery, tears pooling in her eyes.

Harry nodded before taking off after Grey Wind, hearing Ron say something about Harry's boyfriend being a king.

Robb sat down on the bed, his fingers curling into the bed clothes. Everything was different here, from the bed to the lighting. There were no furs or swords or mail armor or anything else he recognized from Westeros. He remembered reading the raven from Maester Luwin and receiving news that the ironborn were attacking the North. There had been no word from Theon since he had sent the letter warning Robb.

Robb had sent a portion of his men back north, to counter the ironborn. The Mormonts and Karstarks had gone back north, leaving him with only about half of the army he had come south with. He had taken most of the riverland forces and most of the northern forces to deal with the Lannister armies and sellswords that were pillaging. They still hadn't caught Gregor Clegane or his men and there were reports of a group of outlaws working in the riverlands.

It had been eight months since he had last seen Harry and now… Now he was in Hogwarts? He had taken a wound at the Crag and then appeared here… Jeyne Westerling had nursed him back to health and he had taken a liking to her, her brown curls and green eyes that reminded him of Harry. Mayhaps his thoughts had taken him here?

"Robb?"

He started a little, reaching down for a sword that wasn't there, and sat up, groaning at the pain in his body. The door had opened while he had been lost in thought and Grey Wind trotted in, tugging Harry into the room.

"Grey Wind…" Robb trailed off, reaching down to hide his wound and the bandages that covered it. "Harry?"

His wizard friend raised an eyebrow but hastened over towards the bed, pulling off his cloak and dropping it on the floor. Harry came over to sit on the bed's edge, looking Robb over with intent eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I…" Robb stared at Harry before reaching out to pull Harry in for a kiss. Harry grinned into it, one of his arms coming up to curl around Robb's neck. It felt like coming home to him, being able to touch Harry and knowing he was okay. His friend smelled like home, like the godswood and a little bit of wildness. He groaned as Harry licked his way into his mouth.

Robb pulled away briefly, breathless and wanting. His hands curled into fists before he sighed, watching as Harry's eyes narrowed.

"You're injured."

"It's been taken care of," Robb whispered, looking around at the room that they were in. Grey Wind had settled in at the foot of the bed, sniffing the air. "I took an arrow in the Crag while taking the castle."

Harry stared at him then nodded, his eyes glowing briefly. "What's going on in Westeros? I've defeated Voldemort so I can go back with you permanently."

Robb's heart skipped a beat at the words, idly able to feel a slight familiar energy flow over his stomach wound. "Harry, you have friends here though. I would think-"

"Don't you dare. I'm going back with you," Harry interrupted, crossing his arms. "We're a pair of Gryffindors at heart. Besides, the North will need a court wizard or sorcerer and you'll need a friend."

"How about a consort?" Robb questioned, dropping down to lean his forehead against Harry's.

Harry blinked, wrapped an arm around Robb's waist. "What about… your bannermen? They won't-"

"You're the son of an old god. I think they will appreciate that their king has you as an ally."

Harry snorted and Robb grinned.

"You'll need children though," Harry spoke, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Being the King of the North and all that."

"My brother can be my heir," Robb said, thinking about Bran. "You can heal him?"

"Yes, I think so. I have taken healing lessons from Pomfrey. But children… I think I know a way so that we can both have children," Harry offered, startling a little as Grey Wind crawled over to sit next to them. He reached over to stroke the direwolf's fur and grinned as the wolf leaned into his hand.

Robb's eyes widened as he pet Grey Wind. "You do?"

"You want children, right? Of your own?"

"I would love to. Being the Lord of Winterfell and King in the North… A son to teach and a daughter to run wild…"

Harry grinned. "I've always wanted a family and I've heard of wizards and witches here who blood adopt children, orphans."

"Blood adopt? That sounds like dark magic or like something the shadowbinders of Asshai do."

"No. It's not dark magic. When there are men who love each other and marry here, if they're wizards, they can blood adopt the children, thus making the children their own blood. In Westeros, if people question you, I can say they're yours. People probably won't question it."

Robb nodded, imagining having children of his own, and smiled. "I would love that."

Harry dipped his head in a nod. "Okay. I'll do some research in the morning. Are you hungry at all?"

Robb shook his head and put his legs on the floor, starting to get up. "We should move to your bed. I do not want to sleep-"

"This is my bed, Robb," Harry murmured, grinning a little and pushing him back onto the bed. "Let's get some sleep."

Robb lay back down on the bed and Harry joined him, slipping off his shirt and shoes. Harry lay next to him and Robb looked his future consort over, his heart beating at the thought, and inched closer to him. Harry blinked up at him before pulling him down and over, leaving his arm around him.

The excited whining of Grey Wind woke them both up, Harry getting up first. Robb blinked awake, watching as Harry slipped on an entirely new shirt and leggings.

"I'll go get breakfast," Harry said, peering down at Grey Wind then looking at Robb. "It's okay to let the wolf go about the castle. No one will bother him, except maybe Buckbeak."

"Is that the hippogriff you told me about?" Robb questioned, pulling back on his cloak and tunic. He had taken it off in the middle of the night and had draped it on the table next to the bed, noticing that it was clean now.

"Yes. Buckbeak might even want to join us," Harry replied, shrugging.

It was a few days after Robb had arrived that Harry finally apparated back into Hogwarts with news. Robb had since stayed in the castle, exploring and taking a break from being King in the North. He had appreciated the quiet and not having men to lead to their deaths. The house elves, Harry had called them, had taken his presence and Grey Wind's in stride, placing an extra plate for him at meals and placing aside some meat for his wolf.

Robb had met Harry's friends, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and a new ally, Draco Malfoy, who he rather thought looked like a Targaryen but with Stark grey eyes.

"Robb!"

Harry came running into the Great Hall, to where Robb was sitting at one of the tables, playing wizarding chess with Ron. They were evenly matched at the game, after Ron had taught him how to play.

Robb stood up after choosing his next move, seeing Ron peer down at the board, and watched as Harry stopped in front of him.

"There were twins dropped off at an orphanage, just in London right now," Harry said, his eyes lit up at the thought. "Girl and a boy. Do you want to go meet them?"

"How did you find out?" Ron questioned, looking up at them.

"It's near where I grew up," Harry remarked, closing his eyes briefly. "The matron knows me."

Robb reached out to entwine their fingers, knowing of Harry's childhood years. Harry squeezed back, opening his eyes and looking at him in question.

"Of course."

"Where's Grey Wind?" Harry asked, looking under the table and around the hall.

"He is with Buckbeak," Robb answered, his lips twitching up into a grin. "They appear to have taking a liking to each other."

Harry snorted and held out his hand, palm up. Robb did not hesitate in giving Harry his hand and then they vanished only to reappear in the middle of a street.

There were the cars that Harry had talked of, littered on the street. Houses spilled out as far as Robb could see.

"The orphanage is right here," Harry said, pointing to the building in front of them.

Robb nodded and followed Harry in, hearing the screaming and yelling of children even from the hall. The room that they had arrived in looked like a hall to greet people in, with a chair and a desk in front of it. There was a couch in the corner and a few other chairs while the door in front of them probably led to where the children were.

The door opened a minute after they had come in and an older woman entered, her bright brown eyes taking in Harry and Robb.

"Ah, Harry. It's good to see you again. You contacted me about the two infants?"

"Yes, I did. My… boyfriend and I would like to adopt the twins," Harry said, gesturing to Robb when he spoke.

"Boyfriend?"

"It's what this world calls it," Harry whispered, glancing at Robb.

"They were dropped off anonymously without any letter or identification," the woman said. "You still want to take them?"

"Yes. We would like to look at them."

"Very well. Follow me."

"Westeros doesn't have something like this for orphans," Robb murmured, as they followed the lady through the door and to the left.

"It should. At least for the smallfolk," Harry said, wrinkling his nose. "One for unclaimed bastards or something."

The lady led them through another hallway and then down to a door on the right, opening it and gesturing for them to walk through. "The infants are perfectly healthy and were left overnight and left with nothing."

Robb could see two wooden cradles and walked over to one, looking down at the babe that it held. The babe looked back up at him, her blue eyes blinking. She had tufts of black hair and Robb fell in love right there, his heart skipping a beat. She reached out a tiny hand up to him and he reached back, letting her grab a hold of his finger. He grinned a little at the babe's tight grasp and looked up at Harry, who was grinning and holding the other child.

"He reached out right for me," Harry remarked, smiling. The boy had the same black hair but he had green eyes, like Harry.

"Yes, we'll take them," Robb said to Harry's answered question.

The paperwork was signed and the ritual held and the King in the North had an heir, one James Stark. His sister was called Lillian Stark and Harry and Robb loved them both. Lillian's hair had turned turned light auburn, like Robb's, and she still had her blue eyes. James had Harry's green eyes and smooth, tufts of black hair.

Robb held Lillian while Harry held James, Grey Wind and Buckbeak at their sides. Hermione and Ron stood before them on the courtyard of Hogwarts, with Hermione sniffling. Ron's arm was around her and he was grinning at Harry, having wished them well.

"Don't worry, Hermione," Harry said, grinning. The trunk that Hermione had given him was in his pocket, shrunk and with a featherlight charm on it. "I'll probably be back."

"I know. Be careful."

"We will," Robb said, smiling. "Thank you for your hospitality."

Ron nodded and Hermione dipped her head in a nod. "Your Grace."

Robb's cheeks warmed and Harry reached out with one arm, entwined their fingers.

"Ready?"

"Yes. Are you?" Robb questioned, peering at his new consort.

Harry nodded and whispered a word under his breath, disapparating the whole group.

They appeared in back where Robb had left, in the Crag's castle. Dacey and Domeric's eyes widened at their appearance and then Dacey went to go tell everyone their king was back, with a few extras.

Harry smiled, ruffling little Lillian's hair while Grey Wind nipped at Buckbeak's legs teasingly. The hippogriff snorted out a warning noise then kicked out with a frong leg, the claws of an eagle lightly scratching Grey Wind. The direwolf growled and Robb rolled his eyes.

AN: That's it for this story! I hope you guys enjoyed it!