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Travelling by horse is far slower and more uncomfortable than broom riding, far more pungent too. Everything was pungent in Westeros other than the food. No the food was bland and dry, forcing you to drink more of the ale, especially that found at the various inns and pubs Ron passed on his way to the wall.

Travelling was one of the worst things about this world for Ron. He was a boy who his whole life the simple act of traveling a hundred miles could be done with a bit of powder and a puff of smoke.

The people as well weren't great, always starving and poor, and spent all their days doing back breaking work they had no time to talk to each other and be happy. Spend too much time on being happy and they were hungry again.

Money made life easier, Ron decided. Hermione was a well-off girl, for example, and she had a great relationship with her family, plenty of friends and good chance in life.

Without the problem of worrying about how to feed oneself, life's possibilities opened up and one could focus their attention on more interesting matters.

Ron finally understood why the lords and ladies called them 'small folk'.

At Least because they were always working, the small folk weren't bored. Ron was bored all day every day for weeks.

Journeys were longer up north because the cold, thick snow slowed horses and they had to take more breaks. Everything seemed to slow down and die in the cold. Ron missed the warmth of summer. At least in Britain there was vitality to people in the cold, a Christmas to look forward to and an excuse to sit by the fire with Hermione close to him.

He missed her as well. More than he used to be able to admit; he thought about her all the time.

Her hair, her know it all comments. Everytime he heard a sexist comment or hear about slavery or even meet a servant, he would think of her. She would tear this country apart with her strong opinions and clever mind and she would look amazing doing it.

He wondered if she was still alive, he could never be certain.

Thinking about it was getting easier.

Smiling at a group of children on his horse, Ron thought about the life he might have had. It may or may not have happened but Ron would have liked to marry Hermione, Harry his best man and Ginny a bridesmaid.

After a few years of a good marriage and great sex, he would want children, not as many as his parents but Ron was good with kids, he would have been a good dad.

He would never see the millennium. The next century was in 2 years but the millennium was different, It signalled a change from the 1000 years of old ideas. Ron would never escape old ideas no matter how hard he tried.

He used to play quidditch, used to learn new magic everyday, used to imagine living his whole life without killing a person. He could still see the Tickler's eyes when he shut his own. The flash of green emptiness haunted him.

He would never-

"Your mind is clouded, my lord. Clear it and let the Lord of Light guide you. Don't doubt him."

"'My Knight' you mean Mel." Cheeked Gendry from the horse next to him. The young blacksmith followed Ron out of Winterfell and Ron was very glad. Gendry made the cold and suffering seem fun, having a loyal friend to follow him to the end of the Earth was wonderful and familiar.

Having a loyal sycophant was strange and annoying.

Melisandre wouldn't tell him what happened at The Wall that so desperately needs his help. Why Ron wasn't allowed to live a nice boring life in Winterfell and why he just had to save everyone. But to be honest, the concept of a 700 ft wall of pure ice built in the medieval times was enough to get him there without incentive so he didnt complain.

No he left the complaining to Gendry.

"I left a lovely warm castle with good pay and a friendly forge for weeks of a horse under my frozen balls. I used to see pretty Sansa Stark everyday, now all I see is your freckled mug. Once a week at Winterfell my master would give me a chicken pie for a meal. Bread is all I've eaten for weeks. Im a growing boy! I need my meat gods be damned!"

Ron knew Gendry wasn't truly upset, otherwise he wouldn't be smiling all the time, swinging his hammer like Ron twisted his wand. Gendry was seeing more than he'd ever seen, travelled further than he's ever gone. Ron was frustrated by the slow travel, but for Gendry this was like flying away.

Winterfell, apart from the people there; was beginning to become a dull place to be. Arya, Sansa and Robb were fun people to spend your days around but without a war to fight; Ron didn't know what was holding him there.

The old, evil, is incest King was dead. The wicked Queen Cersei was dead and, according to the warriors who disposed of her, not before she carved his name into chunks of wood and hacked them apart. Just hearing that story told Ron how unhinged the woman was, beyond the fact that she was in love with her brother.

It seemed without Tywin Lannister they didn't stand a chance. Without the fear he could create, the Baratheon army was overwhelming and took Kings Landing with little effort. Killing every member of the Lannister family went with the win, but hearing of the innocent children made Ron sick to his stomach.

"Point me Last Hearth," Ron said clearly, his precious wand flat on his hand.

It twisted slightly and the Wizard changed his course. They came to a small peak and in the distance Ron saw all he'd wanted to see for a long time.

The trail and woods led down to a sturdy looking castle, if small, and behind it another mile stood one of the more impressive sights Ron had witnessed in his life, Westeros or other.

Its light blue, greyish colour was calming to witness, and Ron sighed, staring now lazily at the great mass of ice, stretching as far wide as his eyes could see. Even with magic, building this wall was a lifetime of work. Aquamenti, Frigio, Aquamenti, Frigio over and over for a lifetime would work. Nothing else Ron could speak of could do it better, save an ancient or dark magic that dumbledore could pull out when necessary. A spell Ron could now never learn his whole life.

The cold seemed to seep into Ron's bones.

A slap on his shoulder rocked the redhead out of his thoughts.

"Well fuck, you don't see that everyday do you." Was all Gendry needed to say before he rode down the peak onto their destination.

"We are nearing, Azor Ahai, the Lord of Light has guided us well." Was all Melisandre needed to say.

"I guided us well. Lord of Light did fuck all." Ron mutterered.

Last Hearth was a pleasant stay after weeks of frozen travel, but it seemed all the interesting people who belonged there were marching with the Starks, as they were all that Ron heard about from the members of the castle in his time there. GreatJon this, SmallJon that. Did you hear the story about Whoresbane and Crowfood? Ron had met plenty of interesting people in his life, and absolutely none of them were here.

He left quickly.

Before he knew it, the young wisard was at the gate of Castle Black. The boy knew he had to be stern and serious with these people, the hardest, toughest men in Westeros, but he just couldn't get that Weird Sisters song out of his head.

Absent-mindedly bobbing his head to the silent music, Ron looked at the massive gate and wondered if there was a doorbell anywhere.

Tired, hungry quite cranky from the ear worm in his head. Ron impatiently brandished his wand, and did his signature sonorus - apparently people wrote songs about him, and his voice was a key part of many.

Hair as red as the fire he sets,

Eyes as blue as the sky.

Forget about the Lannisters and their debts,

Weasley can make you cry.

His voice like thunder and hand so bright,

Light follows him where he goes.

Saviour of the Starks, he led their flight,

Beware of the yell he throws.

Ron really tried to not let it go to his head, the thought of all the taverns that sing to tune as they drink. Not the first song ever written about him but the most flattering for sure.

The tune couldn't hold a candle to the songs he was used to though. Nothing to rock his head or dance to. Maybe he could spend his life as a bard, plagarising modern song, there was no desth in that career right? In Westeros you couldn't be sure.

Putting on his best 'knight' voice, Ron bellowed at unnatural volume, "I, Ser Ronald, seek entry to castle black."

All he could hear in response was a faint, "What the bloody fuck was that? A giant?" A man in all black stuck his head out, looked at them with suspicion, then disappeared from view.

The rumbling of cranking wooden gears filled Ron's ears and a mighty gate lowered to the ground. A singular watch man strode out, a gruff expression on his wrinkled face.

"Why do you want to enter Castle Black," he began with more suspicion, "Want to take the black?"

The thought horrified Ron to be honest. He respected these guys for their effort but giving up girls to spend life in a wasteland? No thank you.

"No, no, no. We are just here to help out for a bit. Temp work. I'm a very skilled guy, I can probably do a lot of good." There was derision in the man's eyes now.

"You want to join for a bit? This is a lifelong station, mate, and we don't work with women either." He spat staring at Melisandre with lust and hatred.

"Oi, aren't you here to protect the realm? We are cold and could do with some protection, let us in please." The plea was deadpan and the man's eyes narrowed, annoyed, but he lifted his arm in direction of the gate and strode purposefully inward.

Ron knew he wanted to lead them in, but horses were faster than the old sod so Ron quickly overtook him.

One more tunnel and one more gate and Ron was in the courtyard of Castle Black. And Merlin, did the young wizard see room for improvement.

A/N:

Sorry sorry sorry for my silence with this story. I want to get it right and my studies are really using up all my time. It not abandoned obviously but to be honest dont expect another chapter till summer.

I have not forgotten about this, I love the support I've received and you guys. I know there wasn't much action in the chapter, but don't worry, there's much more coming.

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