Hadrian Morningstar

Chapter 1: Pale Hair and Violet of Eyes.

Pale Hair and Violet of eyes, those were some of the words used describe him, Hadrian Sand, bastard son of Ser Arthur Dayne and some high price whore from Lys. Some said he was a carbon copy of his late father, with his tall stature, broad shoulders and mischievous violet eyes. Hadrian was one of the best, if not the best warrior that House Dayne had to offer. His aunt Ashara would always tell him that if not for his parentage he would have been named Sword of the Morning years ago.

But no matter how much it irked Hadrian not being given the title and the Greatsword Dawn, he knew he was damn lucky. Not all bastards were treated as he was, aside from his name he was treated as just another member of the family. Sure there were some of the most old fashion members that tried to bully him, but that pretty much stopped by his thirteen name day as he hit his first growth spurt.

Aside from those long forgotten days of bullying Hadrian pretty much lived like a normal highborn. He had a huge room at Starfall, the ancestral Castle of House Dayne, which was right next to his aunt Ashara's room. A beautiful Warhorse named Wulfric which was colored a grey so pale it was almost white, as white as his own hair. Multiple sets of Armor, golden enamel, dark grey and even a suit of black armor that was his favorite, that a bastard like him should never have touch let alone owned. Hadrian even had his own squire, one of the many cousins that ran around Starfall named Arthur after his father.

At nineteen namedays old Hadrian was a sight to see, with a broadsword in hand and a dagger in the other he was like the warrior himself. He stood in the middle of the training courtyard surrounded by Dayne Bannermen; at least five surrounded him while another four were thrown around the yard unconscious and bleeding. His long pale white hair was tied back in a tight short ponytail, he was dressed in leather armor and he was drenched from head to toe in sweat.

"Come on boys, my aunt is watching." Urged Hadrian as he parried the sword from one of the men and slugged him in the stomach with enough force to make him drop to his knees and empty the content of his stomach all over the stone courtyard. The knowledge that his aunt was watching was enough for Hadrian to fight harder and for the men fighting him to lose their badly needed concentration.

From the balcony overlooking the Courtyard, Ashara Dayne was watching her nephew with a smile on her face. He had grown so much from the young boy that used to follow her around asking her all kinds of questions and bugging her to know when he would get to visit his father. She still remembers the day her older brother Arthur came home with a small wailing bundle in his arms and a distressed look on his face.

He had come back from a trip to Lys, one last trip to enjoy the pleasures of life before he joined the Kingsguard, during which he had bedded and impregnated one of Lys's most sought after whore. Lillian was her name is she remembers correctly. Lillian of Lys, a whore she owed everything to just for the fact that she had birth the light of her life. Her little Harry.

Anyway, a year into Arthur's trip of the Free Cities her brother had returned handed her the small crying baby and begged for help, as the man was a genius with a sword but a dunce when it came to caring for a small babe. She remembered opening the bundle cloth to see a small baby with tuffs of pale white hair and a pair of blue eyes which later turned violet much like her own.

Her brother had remained in Starfall and helped raised the baby, named Hadrian for their late great grandfather, for the first year of its life. When the year was up he had gone through with his promise to his best friend Rhaegar and joined the Kingsguard. He had spent his last day at Starfall just laying in bed with Harry on his chest while he told the one year old tales of his past adventures.

Not to say he was a bad father, he was just busy; because of that much of the child's rearing was left up to her. Little Hadrian's first ten years of life were spend traveling between Dorne and Kings Landing, so he could spend time with his father. Because of the trips Hadrian was great friends with the Prince's oldest daughter Rhaenys, often times playing together whenever Harry was over at Kings Landing or when the Prince visited Starfall with his family.

The trips to Kings Landing stopped nine years ago when the Usurper Robert Baratheon took the Iron Throne and the betrayer Eddard Stark murdered her brother. She had almost done the unthinkable in her grief but the sound of little Harry weeping over his father's corpse ripped any thought of suicide from her mind. She was still needed. Her little Hadrian needed her.

For days after Ned had delivered Arthur's body Harry had been inconsolable, the small boy had adored his father as most little boys do and the knowledge that he would never see the man again had almost broken him. it was almost a year before he was back to his old self, but still it wasn't the same, after his father's death a steel like determination had grown in the boy forcing him to become as he was today, he would become the best warrior in the world. He would avenge his father.

"Harry, hurry up and win, your uncle is calling for you." Called Ashara when she saw that Hadrian was not taking the men seriously, her call had the effect of grabbing the attention from all the men fighting her nephew. She smiled to herself when she noticed it , her beauty was almost as legendary as the Queen, Cercei Lannister, herself.

"In a second Aunty." Called Hadrian as he took advantage of the men's distraction and in but few seconds disarmed and knocked them unconscious. He scoffed to himself at the men's ridiculousness; he knew his aunt was beautiful but to lose focus in the middle of a fight…unforgivable.

Without a backward glance he sheathed his blade, a broadsword made from Castle-forged steel, and walked off to change out of his sweaty clothes before trenching to look for his Lord Uncle Charlus. It took a few minutes but he found him in the Maester's room with a grim look on his face while he read a small piece of paper.

"Uncle what s the matter, what has you looking so damn grim." Asked Hadrian as he walked into the Maester's room and sat to wait for his uncle to finished reading. It took him a couple of more minutes but when he did the look on his face didn't reassure Hadrian at all.

"The King marches to war…Balon fucking Greyjoy has declared himself King of the Iron Islands and started attacking and pillaging coast towns, the king can no longer afford to ignore the delusional man and has call for a force from each of the Great Houses to join him on his march to Pyke." Said his uncle as he handed him the note, while Hadrian read his uncle tried to ignore the look on his nephews face. Charlus knew of his nephews loathing of anything to do with either the King or the Starks. Hadrian hated anything that had to do with his father's death with a passion.

"I am to assume that from your summons that your intent is for me to lead this force." growled Hadrian as he tore the piece of paper and threw it to the side. His uncle almost winced from the snarl on the young man's face. Had he been a lesser man he would have been intimidated.

"It is." Said Charlus as he sat back and watched the tumultuous expressions and no doubt thoughts on his favorite, and only nephew. Hadrian for his part just paced around the room his hand firmly attached to his swords hilt as if wishing he could draw the blade and hit something. No doutd the image of either the King or the Lord of House Stark.

"Why me, why not send that cunt Gerold, did you know the little shit has started calling himself Darkstar." Snarled Hadrian as he grimaced when talking about his cousin, their rivalry was almost legendary in Dorne, last year the lord of the Cadet Branch of House Dayne had started calling himself Darkstar just to annoy Hadrian who was becoming know around Dorne and the rest of the seven Kingdoms by the moniker of Morningstar.

Charlus also knew his rant about Gerold was just a ploy Hadrian was using to change the subject long enough so he could escape the room and try and escape from his duty.

"Hadrian, no, Harry, you are the best warrior House Dayne has had since my brother, your father, was alive. I know the contempt you have for the King and the Starks but this is a direct order from the King, an order that we will follow." Said his Uncle as he stood from his seat and walked to stand in front of his nephew. Hadrian for his part was so furious that if it was anyone else but his uncle he would have drawn his sword.

It took a few minutes but Hadrian manage to calm himself but in the end he did, while he hated the order he knew that he would have no choice, it was a order from his Lord and he would do it, after all family was everything , like his aunt would often say.

"Won't the king be offended that you sent a lowly bastard to his war effort?" asked Hadrian as he tried one last ploy to get his uncle to send anyone else in his place, the responding wide grin he got from his uncle told him it wouldn't work.

"About that…I had another reason to summon you here today, I am going to do something that should have been done years ago, I can only hope that you'll forgive me for that." Said his uncle as he gave Maester Abe a nod, said Maester who had been sitting in the corner of the room since Hadrian's entrance acknowledged the nod by walking off to a side room before he came back with a long wrapped bundle in his hands.

"Kneel Before your Lord, Hadrian Sand." Ordered his uncle, using what Harry in his younger years had called his Lordy Voice. Harry almost instantly followed the order and fell to his knee in front of his uncle. He felt the air leave his lungs when his uncle took the wrapped bundle from the Maester's hands and from its silver and indigo cloths pulled out a sheathed Dawn, the legendary Greatsword of House Dayne.

The pommel was white since it was made from the same metal that the blade was forged from, the grip was made from yew wood wrapped in white leather, the cross-guard was silver and a white star as the rain guard.

The sheath was made from yew wood and decorated with small diamonds and even smaller amethysts. The legendary blade was rumored to be made from the heart of a fallen star. The blade while not as strong as Valyrian Steel was just a famous as all the great Valyrian steel swords in history.

"In the Name of Robert of House Baratheon, the First of His Name and Lord of the Seven, Protector of the Realm, I, Charlus of House Dayne, Lord of Starfall and Keeper of Dawn name you Hadrian Sand, Sword of the Morning, the Morningstar and legitimized you as a member of this House. Now shrug away your old name and rise as Ser Hadrian Dayne, the Morningstar and The Sword of the Morning." Intone his uncle as he tapped him once on each shoulder before presenting Hadrian with Dawn handle first.

Hadrian rose in a stunned stupor as he took the legendary blade by its pommel and just eyed the shine coming from the pure white blade. If it wasn't for the shock he would've jumped for joy, he was finally a true Dayne, a real member of the family, not just because of the insistence of his aunt but because it was his name and right.

He idly realized that his uncle had used the nickname the Dayne bannermen had given him when he turned seventeen and had led a small contingency of his Uncle's forces to take down a group of bandits that were attacking the Ocean Road. The Morningstar. A nickname given to him when it became apparent that he wouldn't be given the title of 'Sword of the Morning' because of his status as a bastard, a nickname that was becoming just as known throughout Dorne as that of The Red Viper.

"You are now not only the Champion of this House but its representative in this upcoming war, and I know that if you have even half of the skill the previous owner of that sword had, you'll be great." Said Charlus as he padded his nephew's shoulder and gave him a short hug. He knew how much it meant to the young man in front of him to hold the title and blade his father used to have.

"Uncle, I… I don't know what to say." Said Hadrian as his eyes never left the magnificent sword in his hands. His uncle just gave him another pat on the shoulder as he walked towards the door.

"Well since you need to hit the Kings Road before nightfall tomorrow I would say keep your words for your aunt and get going….also I left a small gift in your room. I think it will look good with your new sword." Said his uncle as he walked off, it took Hadrian a few seconds to register what he had just said…HIS AUNT.

His uncle had barely taken a step outside the Maester's room when a long white blur ran pass him almost knocking him over. That boy.

"AUNTY!" Screamed Hadrian as he barreled into his aunt's room to show her the sword and tell her about his change in name, he couldn't believe he was finally a true DAYNE. He found her sitting in her balcony reading an old leather bound book pertaining to House Dayne and its history.

His aunt took one look at the sword in his hands and the wide grin on his face before, with a squeal of joy, she jumped up and hugged him to her bosom. She had been arguing with Charlus for him to legitimized Hadrian since the boy's sixteen nameday. The only reason he hadn't was that Charlus was afraid of Hadrian challenging his own son, Eldric, for Lordship of their House. Something apparently he had gotten over.

For a few seconds the image of Hadrian was replaced by the image of her late brother, if it wasn't for the color of his hair Hadrian would look like a younger version of Arthur, from their stature, both standing at 6'2 and the shape of their body, with their broad shoulders and taut stomachs, to their almost similar facial features, both had the same nose and eyes but the cheek and lips she guessed came from his whore mother.

"Hadrian, come to me." Said Ashara as she patted the seat next to her with her hand, Hadrian obeyed her and sat down knowing what she wanted already, in seconds she was playing with his long hair and pulling it into a short tight ponytail she knew he like to wear for either going to battle or long horse rides. Both things she knew he would be doing soon.

"Your uncle told me about what the King's message said and he also told me that he intended to send you to represent House Dayne." Started his aunt as she brushed his hair gently, noticing the seriousness of the conversation his aunt wanted to have Hadrian stopped playing with Dawn and gently laid it against the wall.

"I know that even if I raged and screamed I wouldn't be able to change my brother's mind and I know you're too much like your father to refuse an order given to you by your Lord. So I want you to promise me that no matter what, you'll return to me." Said his aunt as she took hold of his face and forced him to look her in the eyes, Hadrian felt choked up with emotion when he saw the tears in her eyes. He knew how much his aunt loved him but to see it so plainly as it was now, it made his love for her even bigger. She was his mother.

"I need you to tell me that no matter what you'll come back to me, I couldn't take it if something were to happen to you, my little Harry." Said his aunt as a few tears slipped out of her eyes, Hadrian or Harry as his aunt loved to call him wiped them off with the pad of his thumb before he kissed her forehead.

"I promise you right here and now, in the eyes of The Seven, in front of the Old Gods, that there is nothing on this world that will keep me from coming back and showing off and talk your ear off about how many Ironborn fell to my blade." Said Harry as he wiped away more tears from his aunt's face, She was his mother, no matter that he wasn't born from her loins, she had raised him since he was but a babe and she was his mother in every way that counted. And if a small promise would make her feel better he would make it without a second of hesitation.

He stayed in his aunts room long into the night, talking, laughing and making her additional promises about returning safely. By the time he got to his room he had completely forgotten about the gift his uncle had mention, so imagine his surprise when he walked into his room and in the middle of it was a wooden mannequin with a full suit of armor, silver in color with stars decoration all over it. The helm was in the shape of an owl's head, his favorite animal, and it had a small silver dagger sheathed at its side. Hadrian stood stunned by the craftsmanship of the Armor; if he wasn't so tired he would have donned the armor to see how it fit.

As it was, it was really late and he had to get up real early to prepare for the long trek he had in the morning. It would take him and his men a full week of hard riding to reach King's Landing before Roberts army started their march to Pyke.

NEXT DAY

Late the next morning, Hadrian, was on top of his warhorse Wulfric as he surveyed his men as they filed into the forge to get new swords and shields. His Uncle was sending a force of five thousand men to represent House Dayne, most had their own horses so the ride wouldn't be too difficult. Hadrian had forgone to wear his new armor since it was too hot, so he was mostly dressed in cloth and boiled leather. His hair was tied back in a tight short ponytail, he used a silk strap his aunt had gifted him to hold it back.

He had his old broadsword strapped to his side while the Greatsword Dawn was strapped to Wulfric's saddle.

"You're in charge of them Hadrian, remember to honor your House and your king and you'll be just fine. Be safe my nephew." Said Charlus as he shook Hadrian's hand and walked over to stand next to his sister. Both of them watched him intently, he could see the pride almost bursting from their eyes.

"MEN!…WE RIDE!." Bellowed Hadrian as he turned his horse around and rode out, he didn't have to turn around to hear the thousand of hoof and grunts from the horses following him.

It took a week of hard riding to reach the outskirts of King's Landing, since most of the Goldcloaks had been recalled back to take part in the Army, the King's Road was mostly deserted and because of that many bandits thought it was open season on the many travelers that passed through it. They were sorely mistaken.

Hadrian lost count of how many men he had killed in the week it took to reach Kings Landing. The bandits were relentless. But he and his men were a force to be reckoned with.

By the time his force had reach the capital, King Robert and his army had made camp a few miles outside of Kings Landing, it seemed the great King was waiting for the many Lords of Westeros to answer his call before he marched out to Pyke.

As he made his way to the main tent, Hadrian had donned his new armor and strapped Dawn to his back; he left his men to make camp next to the rest of the soldiers. With his helm held at his side Hadrian walked towards the tent that held the other lords and King.

When he entered the tent the first thing he saw was the hulking figure that was King Robert, the man towered over everyone, even him, by a couple of inches and was almost twice as wide with muscle. He was dressed in a dark silver armor with a bright yellow tunic with a black stag sawn into it. At his waist was a sword that he knew, from his uncle, was mostly from decoration since the King mainly used his Warhammer, which was resting in the back of the tent.

The man was growling as hunched over a huge map of Westeros. Around him were many lords, some he recognized like, Lord Stannis Baratheon the Kings younger brother, Lord Whent, Lord Redwyne and even the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Ser Barristan Selmy, others he didn't.

He knew that some of the Lords were busy defending their homes and Keeps from the Ironborn raiders that were attacking the coast of Westeros. On the weeklong trip here he had received a raven from his aunt telling him of the raid on Lannisport were the Lannister Fleet was burned at anchor. As he arrived he been told by a member of the Kingsguard that the army was marching out in the morning to assist Lord Mallister at Seaguard to repel the invading Ironborn.

"My King, Ser Hadrian Dayne reporting for duty." Intoned Hadrian as walked up to the table and bowed before the King. Robert just grunted at him and went back to talking to the Lord Commander. Annoyed Hadrian stood back to stand against the wall and listened to the plans for the upcoming battle.

He was about to stand next to the entrance when the flap to the tent was opened and in walked a man also in a suit of armor, he was tall with broad shoulders, brown hair and grey eyes. The armor was a grey so dark it almost looked black and had fur leather in places. It was the armor of a northerner and that's just who the man was, the Warden of the North, the Lord of Winterfell and House Stark. A murderer.

Eddard Stark, Lord of House Stark, best friend to King Robert of House Baratheon, former lover of his aunt Ashara and the murderer of his father. The second their eyes met Lord Stark face paled and his eyes widened as he took a step back. The action grabbed the attention of most of the Lords and people in the tent, even the King had stopped grunting long enough to watch the interaction.

"H h h Harry." Stuttered the man as, in his mind, the face of the young man in front of him was replaced by the face of the friend he had killed nine years prior. Hadrian for his part almost snarled at the Warden of the North. The man that even ten years back he would have called Uncle Ned, the man that broke his aunt's heart by first marrying the Tully bitch and secondly by killing her brother and Hadrian's father.

"Lord Stark." Droned Hadrian as he glared at the Lord in front of him, the only reason he had yet to punch the man was the knowledge that the King considered him a like brother and would most likely take offence.

"I haven't seen you since…" Eddard seem to remember the last time he had seen Hadrian, it hadn't been a good memory, the last time Eddard had see the boy was when he had delivered the body of Arthur and given Ashara the news. Hadrian had been hiding in his aunt's room and had heard the man admit to killing his father.

"Since you delivered my father's corpse after you killed him." said Hadrian as his grip on his owl helm got so tight he was sure he would leave a dent in it. Lord Stark took another step back as if struck before taking a deep breath and nodding at Hadrian.

"I suppose that is the last time we saw each other, I just want you to know that…" before he could finished an apology that would more than likely force Hadrian to finally punch him, a man dressed in Kingsguard armor and cloak entered the tent followed by a bloodied messenger. The clearly wounded man clutched tightly a dirty piece of parchment in his left hand, from the way he was panting and dripping blood Hadrian didn't think his chances of survival were good but the man still knelt before the king and handed his report while passing along his bloodied message.

The man was coming from Seagard, apparently the Ironborn had decided to starve the Mallister Lord and his men inside of their Castle. The reason the news were troubling was because the realm was just coming off a harsh long winter and food was scarce. The news seen to distress the people in the tent since if Seagard fell it would be twice as hard to beat back the Ironborn not to mention the difficulties in reaching Pyke.

"Damnit Ned…these fucking Ironborn shits are making a nuisance of themselves." Roared King Robert as he threw his cup of wine to the side and slammed his hands on the wooden table making the entire thing buckle under the king's power. Ned, as the king called the traitorous Stark, merely nodded along, he had long since learned to let the King work out his frustrations before trying to talk to the man.

"I say we can't wait till tomorrow, I saw we head out immediately, it will take us at the least two weeks of hard riding to reach them, I don't think time is something we have to spare." Said Ned Stark as he drew on the giant map of Westeros that was on the table, it took the lord of Winterfell a few minutes but in the end the man had a drawn up a route the army could take to reach Seagard in the least amount of time.

"Fine…I can't wait to reach the damn place so my hammer can taste the blood of fucking Ironborn, I bet its salty. Barristan tell the commanders to get their men ready, we leave on the hour." Barked out the king as he took another cup of wine, bigger this time, and sat on the back of the tent.

Knowing that the men in the tent had been dismissed, Hadrian stepped back outside and walked towards his waiting horse, he had to go deliver the orders from their king back to his force.

As Hadrian rode off he could make the voice of Ned Stark as he exited the tent and called for him. Despite the urge to turn back around and drive his sword through the bastards stomach he kept going, ignoring the call.

Two Weeks.

It took two fucking weeks of no rest, barely any food, and long hard riding to reach the damn Castle of Seagard. By the time they reach the damn keep, his men were exhausted the two weeks of traveling plus the week before hand to reach Kings Landing had drain them of most of their energies.

Thankfully they had the whole afternoon and night to rest, the army was hidden behind a set of hills that overlooked the Castle and the occupied town. In the morning the bulk of the Army would decent on the Ironborn marauders and slaughter them.

Hadrian had volunteered to lead the first volley of attacks against the Ironborn, the anger and hate that he had been holding back during the whole trip would finally have an outlet. A spy had already delivered a message to Lord Jason Mallister, so the man knew that at first light he was to open his doors and attack, they would hit the Ironborn from both sides. Their goal would be to kill the Greayjoy in charge, kill the Kraken and the little squids that followed would flounder. His target was that Greyjoy, Rodrick, oldest son and heir of Balon Greyjoy, killing him would deal a mayor wound to the Ironborn.

Standing at the head of the first wave of soldiers Hadrian downed once again his silver armor, Dawn, firmly in hand almost song to him when he pulled it from the sheath at his back, the beautiful white blade ready to be painted with the blood of its enemies. He placed his owl helm on and unclipped the cape from his shoulders, a small squire ran up to him and took it away. Capes might look cool but they were death traps, just another place for an opponent to grab hold and use against you.

"MEN…TODAY WE HUNT! WE HUNT FOR KRAKENS." Roared Hadrian as he kicked Wulfric into motion and rode from behind the hill, five hundred men rode behind him into battle. This day would be remembered as the day the Morningstar slew the great Kraken. The day Hadrian Dayne showed the world why the Sword of the Morning was a title to be respected and feared.

A/N HARRY WILL REMEMBER HIS PAST LIFE AS HARRY POTTER AS HIS POWERS RETURN TO HIM BUT IT WILL BE A WHILE BEFORE THEY START, AROUND THE TIME DAENARYS DRAGONS ARE BORN.

FOR NOW MY OTHER STORIES ARE ON HOLD, I JUST RECENTLY GOT THIS LAPTOP, ITS MY BROTHERS BUT I CAN BORROW IT, SO YOU'LL START SEEN AN INFLUX IN NEW STORIES AND UPDATES IN OLD STORIES.