I am keeping my promise of update at least one chapter for each story! All that's left is Red String of Fate and Love can be Found. Love can be found will be next probably so I hope you all are waiting for it. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this chapter and as usual leave me a review or send me a PM!

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"Not this time. I have been feeling a breeze for a long time, my friend. Be sure to stay short. You wouldn't want to have a large target on you." I said as I walked out the door.

Harry POV

The corridor towards the outdoors was deserted. 'I guess everyone is outside waiting for the fight.' I thought. My footsteps echoed through the corridor causing me to get more irritated with every step taken. 'Goddamn how did I never realize how long this hallway is.' Finally, I reached the corner where the door is located and gave a sigh of relief. Pushing the door open, I was bombarded with a stream of sunlight straight to my eyes.

Peeking through my fingers, I could see a large crowd gathered in the middle of the city. It appeared that most, if not all of the city had come to watch me fight against Stark's two sons and the Greyjoy boy. I couldn't help but growl when I thought of Theon. I knew it wasn't his fault, but I can't help disliking the boy for his father's deeds.

Past

It was his rebellion that destroyed my home, taking my mother and father away from me. All I could remember as a small boy was watching a disgusting man kill my father in front of me as my mother begged for my life. After that I couldn't remember anything until waking up with one of the Stark banner men lifting me up and carrying me back to their camp. From that moment on I was raised in an orphanage in a small village in the North.

The only mother like figure I knew for years were the whores that were the only ones that would really act like they cared about my wellbeing. Their children acted like my brothers and sisters. My 'brothers' were the ones that actually pushed me towards this career. For three years the memory of my parents pushed me to be the best in everything. I slowly got better at all forms of fighting, from archery to hand-to-hand combat.

The boys thought it was all a game while I acted way beyond my years. I would always watch the soldiers that were posted on the outskirts. I could watch them train and nearly repeat the exact same moves with a sword, as if I had created the style. Living on the streets made it easy for me to gain the physical prowess of a walking snake. Instead of bulky muscles that would slow a fighter down, I gained hard wiry muscles throughout my body.

Being lithe was the way of the streets. I was stronger than many of the boys that were apprentices of even blacksmiths. When I turned twelve I was fit enough to hold my own with some of the soldiers that would take pity on me and allow me to train with them. About a month after my date of birth, I was able to take on any of the soldiers one on one. It was at that time I saw it fit for me to be able to live on my own.

My adoptive family didn't even bat an eye when I told them that I was leaving, except for the younger ones that didn't know the cruelness of the world. With all of the money that I had found off the streets, it wasn't even enough to buy me a sword or any other actual weapon to live on the bandit filled roads. I was able to steal a small hunting dagger before my long trip through the frozen lands.

Days on end were finally taking a toll on my small body until the point where I couldn't even move a muscle. On day when I was about to give up, I found a bandit camp. There were only a few men, but I could smell the sweet and savory smell of meat. Without even thinking, I sneaked behind one of the watchers and slit his throat. Looking around I could only see three other men but they were all sitting around the fire together. I picked up the fallen bandits sword next to him and wielded it in my right hand.

I could feel the weight difference in the practice sword that I had practiced with. It also wasn't as sharp from all of the rust covering the blade. Instead of a shiny silver coat it was a dirt brown cover that didn't even look as if it use to be a new blade. I tried to lift the blade, but it was too heavy for my frozen arms, so I just let it drag through the ground creating a sharp noise on the ground. As I walked I could see dirt and blood cover my hands.

When I finally looked up I could see that the men had spotted me and were starting to get up. Their laughter rang throughout my ears in mockery. I could feel a tingling in my eye and started to see blue. The next thing I knew, I wasn't in complete control of my body. My mind switched to something that words could not explain.

I felt ice tingle through my bones and spread amongst my sword and dagger. My body had a mind of its own and my arm swung around. Before the men could even react my dagger was implanted into the skull of one of them. While they looked at their fallen comrade, I was able to kill another with a quick slice to his chest.

The last one was where the real resistance had begun. He was ready, meaning he was in position with his sword. I was still a few heads shorter than him, so I tried to slice him in the stomach, but before I could, he easily blocked. When he brought his sword around for the counter all I could do was duck underneath and bring my sword straight through his chin.

Falling to my knees in exhaustion, I took a wide breath and screamed into the air. Those were my first souls taken from the hundreds if not thousand that walked the fields where the dead lived. I could feel the cold succeeded back into my bones and there was no evidence that the ice was ever there.

Stumbling amongst the supplies, I found salvation from the gold and food that was stocked in the bags. I found a sword of the most exquisite elegance that appeared to have been freshly forged and didn't seem to have ever been used. As if luck was on my side, a matching scabbard was lying next to it. Hooking it to my waste, I couldn't help but feel as if the sword was made just for me.

The food and supplies that I had found were carried with me as I trekked through the wasteland looking for any type of civilization. Three weeks into looking I found a caravan of merchants being overrun by bandits. Using a bow and a few arrows I found, I picked off each of the invaders one by one until the merchant guards were finally able to push them back and declare victory.

They were shocked that a mere 'boy' was able to kill so many, so they decided to hire me as a guard. No attacks happened after the one so the meager amount of men left didn't have much trouble along the road. I traveled with them another week before we finally reached a small city. My deeds were spread among the merchants until all wanted to hire me.

For around four years I was passed from merchant to merchant for hire. My name became a whisper in the minds of all my enemies before they were cut down. I became rumored to have a prowess with the sword as strong as Jamie Lannister or even the famed Rhaegar Targaryen. From sell sword for hire, I became a bodyguard of sorts for nobles.

The first of many was Doran Martell hiring me for the protection of his daughter, Arianne Martell. As if by coincidence that was also the first job where I… sold myself out. It was amazing how it all first started. I grew to love her but when I finally realized that, it was time for me to go. Her father decided my job was done and it was best to say my services were no longer needed.

Let's just say that I left a huge impression on her and she still sends me letters every once in a while to check on how I am doing. I still stop in Dorne all the time to check up on her and 'reconcile' our friendship. Although I pretty much do that with all my old clients, it's special because she was the first. I always promised her that one day we would be able to stand side by side wherever she wanted to go when I had enough connections.

As usual in any teenage female, she wanted to be the Queen of Westeros. Without hesitation I promise that I would one day hand her that title on a silver platter. That was a mistake seeing as that it stuck into her mind that I would be king one day and it fills her every fantasy, but I can't really do anything about that at the moment. That is one promise that will have to wait a while before being completed.

As much as I care for Arianne, she just never could keep her mouth shut. I heard whispers when I returned to Dorne amongst the maids but I just figured it was just sort of gossip between Arianne and her hand maidens. I always found it suspicious that my clients acted as if I would give them a quick fuck and just bow before them. I proved them completely wrong and made them fall to my feet, completely in love.

Not that I took advantage of them in any way. I just always seemed to fall for their charms. Each of them had different personalities that drew me in. Another thing about having so many famous names hire me is that I was able to fight all over the world. I know the styles of many, if not all the different fighting techniques that soldiers use. I have grown up to be a walking killing machine.

Bandits were ants in my wake when I was attacked. Scars spread across my torso and arms from all of the fights that happened. Although I have never been in a war, my dreams were scarred with images that only war hardened warriors should have. That is the only thing I have come to regret in my career. The lives that I have taken.

Present

I was shaken out of my thoughts when I heard Robert's laughter. I had made it to the middle of the crowd and was able to see the King, Lord Stark, Robb, Theon, Jon, and Joffrey standing together. Robert was laughing at Ned was cracking a grin, Robb, Theon, and Jon were talking among themselves like they were trying discuss strategy, and Joffrey was brooding by himself. "Maybe Harry is too scared." Ned said jokingly to Robert.

Laughing Robert said, "Maybe you forgot who we are talking about. If he can take out the Lannister boy, then why would he be scared of a few children?"

Pushing through the crowd, I said, "You should know me better than that, Ned."

"I figured you wouldn't show up, Harry." Ned said back.

"I was just a little hungover from last night. Feasts always make me a little more festive than usual." I said as I laughed a little.

"Ha, I didn't even see you last night. We have got to have a drinking contest." Robert said still laughing.

Chuckling I said, "I wouldn't want to beat you, my King."

"Those are fighting words, my friend. Bring out the wine!" Robert yelled at the end.

"Actually my King, weren't we going to have a spar?" Ned said.

"Of course, I forgot. Right after this we will have the drinking game, then. Ned I bet you one-hundred gold pieces on Harry's victory." Robert said to Ned.

Chuckling Ned said, "Well its three on one so how about we raise this bet to two-hundred?"

Walking next to Ned, Robert said as they walked to the end, "What the hell! Let's do it. Your boys have no chance, anyways."

Joffrey, with his obnoxious voice, said, "Why don't we make this a little more interesting?"

Turning to his son, Robert said. "What do you mean, boy?"

What he said next almost made me face palm. "If Harry is so strong, why don't we make him fight them with no weapons?" Goddamn, I hate that little bastard.

Laughing at everything like usual, Robert said, "That's a great idea. We are doubling the bet Ned, four-hundred gold."

"If you say so." Ned said as he gave me a questioning look. Nodding my head, I signified that it was no trouble.

Grabbing my sword, I separated it from my hip and grabbed my side dagger and held it out. "Could you hold these for me, Brandon?" Brandon, as if coming out of nowhere, burst out of the crowd and hurriedly grabbed the weapons.

"Good luck!" He said before running out.

Turning back to my opponents, I started to size them up. I could tell after all these years, there was a large difference from last time I saw them. They had lost all of their baby fat and had gained strong muscles. Looking at them, I could see that they had a similar build to me, except for Theon, who was a little smaller than I am. Looking over at Robert I said, "Since I didn't bring my armor, is it fine for me to use one of your guards' bracers?"

"I think that's reasonable." Robert said before looking at Jamie, "You give him your bracers!"

Through clenched teeth, Jaime said, "Yes, my King." When he came towards me with his bracers, he mumbled under his breath to me, "I hope you die, you little bastard."

I replied teasingly, "Don't be jealous now, Jamie boy." After that I didn't really even care what he had to say, so I just tied the bracers to my wrists. Looking up at Robb I said, "Do not go easy on me, guys. You might think you have gotten better over time, but you are still outclassed."

"You don't even have a sword or dagger. How are you going to be able to win?" Theon said, as if he was better than me.

"You will be the first one to go down. Just to prove to you the difference between fighting and games." I said before reaching down and grabbing a handful of loose dirt. Wiping it on my hands I stood up and flung off any excess mud. "What are you waiting for? Come on!"

With my say so, all three of them charged forward at once. Robb was the first to reach me with a swing of his sword but ducking underneath it, I gave him a quick jab to the ribs, causing him to double over. Pulling my left hand up, I bounced the swing from Jon with my brace. I brought my leg up and kicked the side of his shin, causing him to fall to one knee.

Turning back to Theon, I saw him charge forward as if I didn't just bring the other two down with one fell swoop. Dodging to the left to avoid his swing, I gave him a left hook, not pulling my punch. I could hear his jaw and cheek bone crack under the pressure before I brought my right foot up and kicked him in the abdomen, forcing him to fall down. Suddenly, I heard a crunch of a boot on the frozen mud. Turning my head to left, I had just enough time to dodge as I saw the edge of Robb's blade whiz past my head.

Sweeping my legs underneath him, I made his legs fall beneath him. 'Pitiful. They are taking this as if I wouldn't kill them. Let's just show them that this isn't a game.' Bringing my right foot down I heard a few of Robb's ribs crack under the force. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jon coming up from my right, his sword held above his head. I turned around as he brought the sword down, pushing the downward swing from Jon to the left before grabbing his sword arm and holding it in place as I punched his forearm, until I heard a crack.

When his sword fell to the ground, I brought my arm around his neck and pulled him to the ground. His head hit the ground hard enough to knock him out. Standing up, I could see the last one standing. Robb held his sword in one arm with his other slung around his chest.

Smiling, I said over the crowd yelling, "I am glad you haven't given up."

His reply was, "It will take more than that!" He swung his sword down but it was sloppy, meaning I was able to catch it between my two hands.

"You need to work harder!" Was the last thing he heard before I let go of the blade and went behind his back. Then I picked him up and brought him over my shoulder with enough power to knock him out on impact. The crowd went silent as I stood up and looked at the fallen bodies. Robb and Jon were laying there with no sign of moving anytime soon, but Theon was lying to the side with tears falling out of his eyes.

Robert's laughter burst through the silence, "Ha! Looks like I won our bet, old friend! Your charge doesn't seem to have that old Greyjoy charm that we love."

Waving his hand, Ned sent his servants to help the fallen. "Looks like you won this once. Although I expected it to happen, I didn't expect it to be so easy."

Taking the bracers off and throwing them to Jamie I said, "They need to be taught teamwork. They went at me thinking they could do it one on one. They are years too young to be able to beat me. What they really need to learn is the difference between fighting and games. When they saw I wasn't using a weapon, they tried to overpower me quickly."

Sighing Ned said, "Why must I be the one to always have to teach them? They barely listen as it is."

Robert said, "Well, all of this fighting's got me into the mood for HUNTING! Harry, that game will have to wait until I get back."

"Of course my King, anytime you wish." I said bowing my head a little, walking toward Joffrey and whispering, "You will need to try harder than that, my Prince." I started to laugh as I walked away. 'Guess it's time to go find Caitlyn.'

AN:This chapter is more to explain Harry's… strong suits I guess. I know some of you will hate how he just beat the shit out of the three but you must realize they don't have true battle experience and Theon is more of an archer, I think. Anyways since they are strong but only teenage boys, it really couldn't be helped with Harry's many years of fighting. Like if Jamie or an older Jon were to fight him he would have a little more of a difficult time.

This should kinda be the last backstory that this story will have except for how he got the Ice eye. Next chapter is another lemon and I think I will get to the tower scene.

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(Did everyone see my Gladiator reference? xD)