AN: This story like the books will shift perspectives every chapter, although the majority of the chapters will be told from Jon or Daenerys's perspective. For the most part this follows the show cannon for events leading up to Jon's death but there are a few exceptions that will be revealed as the story progresses. This story despite being built around the show and the events of it, follows much of the lore established in the book series (mostly around wargs) and will borrow elements of the books that never appeared in the show. I have already rewritten the first ~30K Words or so and chapter-length will progress as the story does. The plan is to update this weekly but we'll see how things go and where we're at once the Stay at Home Order is lifted.

Warning: This story will contain incest, graphic violence and probably some sexual content. It is Game of Thrones I don't know what else you expected.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, A Song of Ice and Fire or any of their associated properties. This is a work of fiction purely for my own enjoyment.

Jon sighed. He had no idea how they were going to defeat the Others and their army of the dead. They had one hundred thousand wildlings at Hardhome and while maybe most of them weren't fighters, they had been helpless to do anything against them, only one Other had died. The only things that could destroy them were Dragon Glass which no one knew where to find and Valyrian Steel, the rarest metal on the planet. Fire at least stopped the wights but that wasn't a practical solution, it was too difficult to control and killed as many of their men as the wights as it needed to be used in large quantities not just a flaming arrow to actually stop them. *1

The watch, even with the help of the wildlings was still not at all equipped to handle the numbers of the dead army, even if they all had Valyrian Steel weapons. Stannis had come last time he had asked the five kings for help, but Stannis was dead now, at the hands of the Bolton's.

Jon sighed again. He knew he would have to ask the Bolton's for help as much as it pained him to do so. Maybe King Tommen would be more likely to heed his request then Joffrey. He hated them both for what they had done to his family but the Night's Watch took no part in the wars of men and they needed the help too much to be picky. Even if both of them sent men it still probably wouldn't be enough. The army that had attacked Hardhome had been probably close to 100,000 and they had almost doubled their forces there. *2

Jon picked up his quill and grabbed a piece of parchment, beginning to pen a letter.

Lord Roose Bolton,

The Night's Watch have come to ask the Warden of the Nort

The quill tip broke off, an inky splotch blotting out the most of the message. Jon knew he had to ask Roose Bolton for help but that didn't mean it was easy to call him by his Lord Father's title, still, formalities had to be observed. He rubbed his brow and reached for another quill to begin again.

Lord Roose Bolton,

The Night's Watch have come to ask the Warden of the North for aid. The Others are very much real and marching on the wall with an army of the dead, we know they have at least 100,000 wights in their army for sure; including undead Giants, Mammoths, and Ice Spiders. They likely have more than that, that is only what we have seen from them. In this time of crisis, we need all the help we can get. We need all able-bodied men and women-

Another quill snapped and Jon groaned. They needed the help even if it hurt him to ask his brother's murderer and sister's rapist for it. He crumpled up the piece of parchment and tossed it across the room.

The door to his office was thrown open, slamming into the wall with enough force that the door would have closed itself if Olly wasn't standing there.

"It's one of the wildlings you brought back. Says he knows your Uncle Benjen. Says he's still alive." Olly explained excitedly.

Jon shot to his feet, he had long since given up hope that Benjen was alive. "You're sure he's talking about Benjen?"

Olly nodded rapidly, his hands twitching with excitement. "Said he was First Ranger."

Jon nodded briefly and rushed out the door with Olly sprinting ahead of him. He descended the stairs into the courtyard faster than ever before. His Uncle Benjen had always treated him as well as any of the trueborn Stark children. He had been why Jon joined the Night's Watch.

Ser Alliser Thorne was waiting at the footstep of the stairs for them. "Man says he saw your uncle at Hardhome last full moon." He said in place of a greeting.

Jon tried to temper his excitement as they walked together to the corner of the yard where a bunch of men in Night's Watch black were clustered around who Jon assumed was the person who spotted his Uncle Benjen. He estimated there was around 30 people there, a combination of men of all orders. "Could by lying," Jon muttered.

"Could be," Alliser agreed. "Or maybe he is mistaken. There are ways to find out."

"Where is he?"

Alliser jerked his head to the crowd confirming his suspicions. "Over there."

Jon pushed through the crowd to where he expected the wildling to be. There was no one there. He looked around wondering where he might have gone. Written on the wall was one word in the Night's Watch's signature black ink, TRAITOR. Jon turned around in confusion to see Ser Alliser standing a step ahead of the rest of the crowd.

"For the Watch."

Realization dawned on Jon at about the same time the first knife, this one from Ser Alliser found his stomach. This was why Olly had been so excited.

"For the Watch."

Another knife hit his abdomen, Bowen Marsh he dimly recognized. The lie hadn't even been believable, Olly wouldn't have talked to the wildlings voluntarily and why would they know he was the First Ranger?

"For the Watch."

The third knife punctured one of his lungs, Othyll Yarwyn, it was hard to tell at this point, his vision blurred as it was from the blood loss. His fingers grabbed at longclaw in its scabbard on his hip but he didn't have the strength to draw it.

"For the Watch."

Jon fell to his knees as the knife just barely missed his heart, low and to the right by a few inches. This was how he was going to die? Betrayed by his own men, his sworn brothers for saving innocent lives and recruiting wildlings to his ranks? He should have listened to Stannis and sent Ser Alliser to a different castle on the wall.

Olly stood in front of him with tears in his eyes and fierce determination to do what he thought was right.

"For the Watch." Olly said plunging his dagger into John's heart. He twisted the blade and Jon knew no more. *3

Packmate slumped to the ground and Jon could only watch as the light left his eyes.

Jon leaped out of the shadows and snarled going for the fat greasy-haired older man who had stabbed packmate. His teeth locked around his throat before he could even turn around. The man was dead before he hit the ground. Whittlestick packmate had called him.

They had killed packmate, they would die.

All the men in the crowd drew their metal sticks as Jon leaped into action. He ignored most of them only focusing on the ones who had killed packmate. He lunged at the smallest boy who packmate had trusted, the one who had betrayed him.

A metal stick plunged into his hind leg and he whimpered. Another metal stick caught his back. His jaws locked around the leg of the small one who screamed in pain as he tore off the foot. He dove back in again on the boy now lying on the ground, his face was wet with water. He tore the throat out and stopped his noise as a metal stick stabbed into one of his front paws.

Jon dashed as quickly as he could towards the one packmate had called thorn. He leaped off his hind legs ignoring the pain it caused with his claws outstretched and his teeth bared.

The man took a step back and thrust upwards with his sword into Jon's stomach. Jon fought with his paws as he hung on that sword and bashed the man in the head. Another metal stick hit his back as he fought to get the one called thorn. Blood ran down thorn's face as he pulled out the same knife he had used on his packmate and thrust it into Jon's eye.

Jon fell to the ground, feeling the cold embrace of the snow that was now washed red with blood and could do nothing but whimper next to his packmate as he watched his murderers walk off.

Jon was in the dark. It was quiet besides the sound of the dripping water from overhead. Was this death? Eternal darkness with nothing but his own thoughts to occupy him. Surely it was, his brothers had killed him. It was hot too, hotter than Jon had ever been in his life, but it didn't hurt or even feel at all unpleasant.

No not brothers- he only had two siblings. Wait, that was wrong Jon had three brothers and two sisters and all his brothers were dead. For the Watch, Jon wasn't sure what that meant anymore but they had said that when they killed him.

Or was it the men with metal sticks who had killed him? He had killed two of them to avenge packmate but then the thorny one got him.

Jon roared in anger. There was a bright light almost instantly, a fire coming from his mouth but it did not burn. In the light he had breathed, he saw where he was. He was in a cave, with a large stone rolled in front of the entrance. Besides him, there was a magnificent giant lizard.

The creature was bone white, a sharp contrast to the darkness that surrounded them. The creature had long thick horns that were golden in color and curled slightly on the end and it had a long tail with a black spike on the end. It was gaunt, clearly being starved and he could see all its golden bones, including the ones on its wings.

Wait, wings? Dragon! His mind screamed and Jon scampered away from it.

Or he tried too but a sharp pulling on the chain around his neck stopped him from running away. Jon was going to die again, he was trapped with a dragon.

He sat in the quiet awaiting the end but the dragon did not attack him. Brother, his mind said of the dragon. Viserion it was called Jon knew somehow.

Jon snorted, he was imagining things he didn't know any dragons. At his snort yellow flames spewed in front of his face illuminating his snout to him.

Was he a dragon? The thought sounded ludicrous, those were only rumors and there were only three in the whole world, and all of them were in Essos with Daenerys Targaryen.

At the thought of her name, his body whispered mother to him. She had betrayed Jon and locked him up in the dark, put a chain around his neck. She hadn't visited for at least a week, instead sending her servants to bring him and his brother food.

Oh fuck. Jon was actually a dragon.

*1 The idea that a flaming arrow was enough to kill a wight never sat with me so in this it's not. To kill one with fire it can't just be nicked but actually killed by it like it would take of a normal person to die from fire. A burn on the hand won't kill them nor will brief contact with their head or heart or whatever, it's not Kryptonite. Also, I'm calling the White Walker by the only name they are referred to by in the books, the Others and the Night King is supposedly The Great Other (Or is it the Three-Eyed Raven?). White Walker sounds too much like the walking dead and The Others sounds more ominous to me at least.

*2 The fact that the army of the Others was listed as 100,000 at Hardhome and then they only managed to save 10,000 of the reported 100,000 at Hardhome would suggest that the 100,000 figure listed in season seven is not actually their full force since they should have at bare minimum 200,000. If the Wildlings were really as numerous as they are listed at Hardhome and if the Great Other brought back all of the dead north of The Wall then his army should be in at least the millions if not billions.

*3 In the show Jon has seven scars that don't look like they ever healed presumably from this attack despite him only being stabbed five times and hanging five people for his murder, in this, it's only five like they showed not the seven he has scars from.

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