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Chapter I

Red Keep, King's Landing

Ned I

Eddard 'Ned' Stark ran through the floors of the Red Keep as fast as his armor would allow him. Rage flowing through his veins as his revenge was taken from him. The Mad King was no more. But not like he imagined it by his hand no, Jaime fucking Lannister, a Man sworn to protect his King, an Oathbreaker stole his Revenge away.

Worse even still, Tywin Lannister's mad dogs were ravaging King's Landing and the Red Keep and he was powerless to protect the Innocent in all of this. He just knew that Robert would not punish the Lannister's for their behavior. Wasn't he the person who suffered the most in this war for his Sister. Hadn't he been the Person who not only lost his Father, but his Sister and Older Brother. The only reason he even fought was to get Lyanna back, he would have been safe in Winterfell far away from the Mad King's reach and many Northerners would not have lost their lives. And now instead of searching for his Sister as he wanted or even getting Revenge on the murderer of his Family, he had to prevent the ruin of a city, saving it from their supposed allies.

He hoped when all of this is over that it would be worth it, that he could take Lyanna home and never go South again.

While thinking all of this Ned had arrived at his destination, the chambers of Princess Elia Martell and her Children. Fearing the worst, he stepped through the doorframe, the door lying in pieces all around the entrance chamber.

Slowly and steadily walking forward he came upon an entirely unexpected sight.

Elia Martell was standing upright, very much alive, gently shushing a silently whimpering Babe she held in her arms. On the ground were two bodies, one of average height with a piggy face and small empty pig eyes wide open, many cut and stab wounds littering all over his body. Ned recognized the sigil as the Manticore of House Lorch. The other body resembled more a hulking heap of flesh and to be fully recognizable as a human being one would have to collect the various body parts lying all around the room. From the size of the body and seeing the cut-up Sigil with only One Dog left on it, it wasn't hard guesswork for Ned to figure that the body belonged to the infamous Gregor Clegane, the Mad Dog of Tywin Lannister.

The most unnerving thing in the room for Ned however were not the Bodies, no in this war he had seen too many corpses, Enemies and Allies alike, to be caught off guard by two admittedly gruesomely disfigured bodies. What truly unnerved Ned was the Person responsible for it. He had met the man before, at that damned Tourney in Harrenhal.

He was widely known as 'The Messenger Of The Stranger' or 'The Immortal'.

No one knew where those titles came from but to those who asked he introduced himself as Hadrian Peverell. Many assumed he was a wandering Lord or a foreign Nobel because of the vast amount of Gold he possessed and the way he walked, talked and clothed.

What Ned knew that he seldom accepted challenges to Fights and never participated in Tourneys even though he visited a great many of them. (When asked why he once answered "When I draw my sword it is either to Survive or to Kill, not for sports and games.")

That much was Legend but seeing him now Ned finally understood why he was called Dangerous. Taking on a man like Gregor Clegane while outnumbered even was a nigh unbelievable feat, yet he had done it and as far as Ned could see he was completely unharmed.

Medium length black Hair sticking out in near every direction, resembling an orderly mess, clashing with pale skin and glowing green eyes with specks of black and purple in them he struck a very intimidating figure.

"Will I have to cut you up too?", The Peverell asked him, casually holding his Valyrian Steel Sword in his right hand in a non-threatening. Still Ned did not ease up his guard even a little.

"No,", Ned told him carefully, panting lightly due to his earlier run, "I am actually quite glad that the Princess and her children are unharmed."

"Child, milord." The Third living occupant of the room spoke up.

Ned looked at her confused and asked "Child? Whatever happened to the Prince, did they get to him? " Ned pointed solemnly at the two bodies.

Elia looked at him and softly spoke "The Prince never existed, my lord. There only ever was a decoy to assuage the King's growing Paranoia. The only trueborn Child of Rhaegar and myself is the Princess Rhaenys, Aegon was a."

"We can discuss the finer details of this matter at a later day, we should worry more about getting the two princesses to safety." Hadrian interrupted them.

"I will just speak with Robert and he will make him see reason." Ned told them.

"Robert Baratheon will never see reason, he is an irrational drunken brute who started a war over a woman whom he didn't know at all, all the while claiming to love her." Elia vehemently spat.

Ned stayed silent, knowing Elia to be right.

"Know that you are here, Lord Stark, they won't be able to kill them without risking a war with Dorne." Hadrian paused and looked at Eddard before continuing "A war they would lose if the North supported Dorne."

Eddard let his gaze wander from Hadrian's determined face to Elia, who had a fierce expression of defiance on her beautiful face.

"I will grant the three of you my protection." Ned gave in. "But be aware that this will not guarantee your survival."

"But with your protection, the odds will be more favorable for us, and for that Dorne will be eternally grateful Lord Stark." Elia thanked him with a small exhausted smile.

"I need to speak to some of my bannermen so that they can assure your protection." Ned told them and without saying another word he walked out of the room motioning them to follow him.

"Go with him Princess, he will take good care of you. I have something else that I need to do, I will find you later." Hadrian told Elia.

Elia nodded and followed the young Lord Stark out of the room, carefully so she wouldn't wake Rhaenys.

Hadrian I

As Hadrian walked into the throne room he got many nervous glances from both Lannister and Stark Soldiers (probably due to the massive bodies he carried easily, Harry thought to himself) who prepared for the arrival of Robert Baratheon. He ignored them, rather focusing all of his attention onto a single person.

Casually walking up to the man, he dropped the Bodies of Gregor Clegane and Armory Lorch on the ground, making a dull thud echo through the now silent throne-room.

He waited a moment and then spoke with a bone chilling coldness "Lord Lannister I just wanted to return your men back to you. They seemed to have gotten themselves lost in their quest to rape and pillage this city. I found them wandering around in the private chambers of the Princesses, sadly they didn't seem to want my help in getting out and when they tried to get past me I sadly had to stop them. But don't you worry I found a rather permanent solution, don't you think so?"

Tywin barely showed any reaction, so Harry continued "I knew you were a disgusting, heartless man, but to go as far as to set these Mad Dogs on Innocents. Just to curry favor with who you presume to be the new King."

A crowd had gathered around them, wanting to hear what was said between two of the most feared and respected men in Westeros. Understanding what the so called 'Messenger Of The Stranger' implied, most Northern Soldiers (and even some of his own people) looked disgusted at the Lannister Lord.

"You are a honor less monster with no conscience and no loyalty whatsoever, who would gladly butcher an innocent Mother and her children. You would gladly plunge an entire city into chaos and destruction just to further your own standing and secure your legacy. Heed my words, one day the day will come when your legacy crumbles in front of your very eyes and you won't be able to do anything against it. You will remember my words and you will know the debt that you owed to the gods will finally be payed."

All of this was underlined by glowing green eyes and the torches rising high in to the room.

With that the Peverell Lord turned and left, leaving behind a shaken up Lannister Lord and many Soldiers bursting to spread word of the encounter to anyone who would listen. Safe to say by the next day all of King's Landing had heard about the display by the enigmatic Lord Peverell.

The Red Keep, King's Landing, The next day

Ned II

It was midday when Robert Baratheon finally arrived at the capital. It should have been a glorious procession, but with half of the city destroyed and corpses littering the streets it was anything but.

Robert entered the throne-room, walked past the Lords and Soldiers in attendance and sat himself upon the Iron Throne.

Nearly everyone kneeled. Only Hadrian, Eddard, Tywin and Jon Arryn stayed upright.

Looking around with an unreadable expression on his face Robert suddenly spoke, shattering the solemn silence around the Keep with his booming voice "I assume all the Dragon Spawn are dead then?"

No one dared to move. Everyone waited with baited breath for someone to answer the King.

Just as Ned was about to speak up himself a cold voice cut through the room.

"Then you would assume wrong, Your Grace."

Nearly as one everyone turned to the Peverell Lord who had spoken.

Unbothered by the attention he got, he continued "Of course not for lack of trying on the Lions part. Luckily I was just in the right place to prevent such a tragedy."

Ned could see Roberts face redden, a mad rage palpable in his Blue Eyes. But before he could explode, Hadrian continued "After all you wouldn't want a Dornish uprising wouldn't you."

That stopped Robert's outburst cold, but Hadrian still was not finished "And what would the people say, to know that their King not only tolerated, but encouraged, the killing of Innocents."

After a long moment (Ned could swear it lasted forever) Robert sunk lower on his throne and grunted with a sigh "Yes, yes I guess you really did me a favor there. Would have been a terrible shame if something happened to the Dragons. But by the Seven have them out of the City as fast as possible before I change my mind. Now you are all dismissed, but later we will feast, after all you don't win a war every day." Robert boomed with a huge smile on his face.

As everyone prepared to leave, The King called "Ned come with me I have need of you."

And with a weary sigh Ned followed his foster brother.

Elia I

Elia paced around the room the Lord Stark had assigned her and Rhaenys the night before, fearing the outcome of Robert Baratheon's arrival in the capital.

Hearing steps Elia prepared herself for the worst, so it came to a huge relief for her when her enigmatic friend opened the door, a small satisfied smile on his face.

"You are safe," he exclaimed and added as an afterthought "for now at least."

Before he even finished speaking Elia had thrown herself into Hadrian's arms, silent tears of relief flowing freely down her beautiful face.

Hadrian held her gently, waiting for her to calm. All the excitement in the room had woken the little girl who was now watching the two adults with big violet Eyes, while gently chewing on the tail of Balerion, her black cat.

The peaceful moment was destroyed as Eddard Stark came charging into the room, rage rolling of him and a dead serious look in his stormy grey eyes.

"We will leave the capital in the morrow." He told them. "We will travel to Dorne to get back my Sister and bring you to safety, Princess." His expression lifted a little at the mention of his sister. "But first I will have… ", "…To end the war and lift the siege of Storms End." Hadrian finished for Ned.

"Don't worry Lord Stark, your sister will be fine." Elia told the Lord of Winterfell.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Hadrian asked enthusiastically. "We got a Siege to lift."

The other occupants of the room looked at him like he had grown a second head, causing Hadrian to break into full blown laughter.

Author Note: Well I once posted a Teaser for a GoT and HP fanfiction that I never published and I found the unfinished Story on my Computer. Decided it was shit, deleted nearly all of it and now I will try to write a vastly different, hopefully entertaining, Story that has close to nothing to do with my initial Idea. I will try to update as often as possible. Please tell me if I made any grave Grammar and Spelling mistakes and I will try to take care of them, English is not my native language and I beta read the Story myself. So yeah, have a nice day.