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I do not own Game of Thrones, A Song of Fire and Ice or Harry Potter, I get no money out of this.

And also if you do enjoy the original story thats great! If you don't enjoy this new one thats ok too.

Title: A Song of the Old One

Pairing: Eddard Stark/Huldaria Rivers (Everyone will assume she is a bastard since she doesn't know her name, this pairing also won't happen due to Brandon's death and Ned betrothing to Cat later on. There will be a romantic interest between Ned and Huldaria before hand.)

Summary:

Remade from the fanfic A Song of Magic and Death! She was no longer Harry James Potter, she wasn't The boy who lived, she wasn't even a boy.

Being dropped into a dark cruel world as nobody, she rose up to make a new name for herself.

She was Huldaria Rane, the progenitor of her own family that will stand strong with her descendants each reciting the words she whispered 'We greet Death as an old friend.' Tales of her name. A song of her own. Let us listen to the Song of the Old One.
*****Huldaria*****

It was cold.
The sound of sloshing, as if someone was trekking through puddles of water. Rough noises, some sounding in different pitches and vibrations, even the breathing.
Green eyes slowly opened, only to close again when a small drop of cold greeted it. Making a pair of hands raise up to rub away the odd feeling.
Sitting up the person was revealed to be a little girl, wearing thin old rags drenched and matted with mud. The same case could be said for her long black hair. Her skin was fair, features not too soft nor sharp.
A kind mix one might say, she stood up, feet sinking into the soft earth. The girl's bleary eyes cracked back open to take in her surroundings.
The little one stood in an alley, so narrow she probably could press her feet fully against the stone wall opposite of the other. That is if she laid down horizontal. She looked around, one end of the alley lead to a busy street. Where wagons, and various people walked past. Feet trudging through the pouring rain and mud, they were shouting in booming voices in attempts to capture potential customers to look at their goods or wares.
The other end lead in deeper into a thick maze, and with her mind made up, she began to walk down the alley, away from the busy street.
Once farther in the sound started fading off. Leaving only pitter patter of rain, and her own feet making squishy noises when they took a step into puddles and deeper mud.
The girl's ankles were covered with it. And the rags that would have resembled shorts on a regular older child, looked more like pants. The ends were heavy with mud and water.
The little one stopped and bent down to roll the fabric up, so they didn't get any more heavy. Elsewise they may start slipping from her waist. Once she felt secure. The girl shivered and continued on her simple journey with a goal to find somewhere dry.
She stopped once the narrow alley ended. Revealing a small wooden shelter, very much crude and nearly about to fall away. The only entrance was covered by an old ugly material that used to be a curtain. Pushing it aside with a thin arm, she walked in.
There was an old dirty and frayed rug over the earth. The girl crawled under it and laid down feeling relief to be out of the cold rain. Like the creepy of vines, the little one felt a wave of tiredness crawl over her. Even though she had woken up not that long ago.

*****Gavin*****

Gavin had been out today, hiding in the shadows of stalls. He watched the weary sellers, as they try to gain anybody's attention.
Nowadays with the never ending rain, many of the farmers were worried about their crop drowning, This lead them with no choice but to harvest early.
Everyday less food was shown, most of it not ripe yet. Citizens were miserable with each passing day.
Gavin shifted from one foot to the other, his eyes settled on Old Rick's food stand. Old Rick was one of the men who was weary of Gavin. Every time the boy tried to steal something, Old Rick would be there in a minute. His calloused and worn hand clutching an old stick that always bruised and stung any skin it came in contact with.
But Gavin saw something different in Old Rick today, the elderly man was stressed and desperate. Those weary eyes were focused more on the passersby. The Old gaffer was trying his best to get anyone to look interested in his food.
Without breathing, Gavin moved forward. As Old Rick shifted to where his back was seen, Gavin slowly reached out as silent as he could, and snatched two apples from the stand.
Heart thundering with adrenaline, the child thief slipped away. He could have taken more, but anybody would be a fool if they tried.
Something could have tumbled and made a noise. If you were caught carrying an armful, you'd most likely lose all of it trying to flee. And if you took too many from one side, the owner would notice and keep a tighter eye on the blind spot.

The homeless boy was two and ten. He was a tall gangly thing, but with the talent to press down and make himself not noticeable and silent if he needed. As the boy slipped through the alleys' similar to a snake slithering into tight spaces, he came back to his home. The shack wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.
It held against the elements, and it gave him a sense of peace at least. The area the shack was in mostly abandoned. Happening to have once been the spot for brothels, the owners had left to another place once the customers became scarce. Lifting the flap, Gavin noticed something sleeping in the back of his home. His weary black eyes staring at the muddy and shivering child that seemed to be asleep and unaware.
He walked over and watched as the girl shifted and curled more into herself. Gavin rarely took in strays, he learnt that grave lesson. When too many children are in one place, it caused unwanted attention.
From the rapers, slavers, and the Men of the Night's watch. Gavin sighed as he moved forward and nudged the sleeping child with his foot.
"Get out, your in my home." he spoke firmly. Only after the other child opened their eyes and blinked the sleep out of them.
He reached up to wipe away some water from his brow, and moved towards one corner of the little shack. Settling where it was more dry, and placing the two fruits down beside him. He had built a little fire pit here. The boy took rationed sticks and timber, gathering them on spot. You never know when you'd need a fire, especially in the winter.
The boy noticed the other kid move over, curious and probably simple minded.
"No matter, even the simple minded get the idea whenever I hurt them."
His hands shook with the cold, as he moved to start the fire. They felt fat and numb, which made things a bit more dangerous and harder. After a few minutes, he was able to get a couple sparks on the tinder. Leaning down he began to softly blow, and soon enough a small fire started.
After warming his hands to get the feeling back into them, he turned to where the apples were. His black eyes caught, the other child staring at them, and he sighed and stood.
"Get out, are you simple minded?"he asked. His voice was filled with irritation now, as emerald green met his own eyes.
Not a word was spoken from their parted lips.
'Probably a mute.' a thought spoke in Gavin's mind, as he watched the girl move closer. Her eyes fixated on the apple.

With a loud sigh, he picked up a stick and suddenly jabbed the kid in the arm with the end. It was a hard nub, but not sharp enough to cause a cut just to cause pain and bruising. Gavin's eyes narrowed as the kid jumped and rubbed the spot vigorously, causing crusted dried earth to crumble and small still wet clumps to smear more on the skin.
He jabbed them again, this time it caused them to back away. And with this new pace, using the stick, he had the child standing out in the rain soon enough. Feeling the message was clear, he walked back inside. Allowing the ragged door flap to fall back into place.
He moved back towards where the fire was, and began to take off his clothes. He laid the still wet cloth on the ground as close as he could allow to the fire. Gavin sat down naked as his name day, as he watched the flames.
He heard a faint cough, with that he stood and walked back to the door. Lifting the flap, the naked boy stared at the wide green eyes of the child.
The girl had walked back to the entrance as if she was a lost puppy. Raising an eyebrow Gavin huffed out, "Get going, I don't take in strays. You either find your own place, or sit in the rain and get sick." The dark haired boy was watching as green eyes blinked sluggishly.
A fleeting feeling of familiarity filled his chest briefly and left an echoed pain behind. He shifted with unease and glared at the kid.

'It's one kid, she looks around five.' His thoughts betrayed. So, with a groan Gavin shifted and lifted the flap higher.
"Get in, before I change my mind." he spat out, and the little one hurried inside. Sitting as close to the fire as she could.
"What are you doing? Take your clothes off so they can dry, or you'll get sick." he said while moving over the boy helped the seemingly mute girl, placing her clothes out beside his own.
"I want you gone by tomorrow, nothing good happens when there are kids huddled in one place." he spoke.
The boy picked up an apple and took a big bite out of it. And then he winced when some pain blossomed in his mouth. Still, Gavin took another bite and noticed the girl's eyes watching the other apple. He twitched and picked it up. Tossing it over to her, he chewed on the bite in his mouth as he watched the fire.
In a few minutes the core was left, and the gangly boy tossed it to the side.
The shack may have not been big, a majority of the space was for the fire pit. Which was in the right hand corner in the back far away from the rug. It sat on the opposite side to where there were a couple old blankets and sheets, that was meant to be a bed. He snuffed out the fire with dirt and crawled over to it. Through the cracks of the shelter he noticed the sun was gone and the rain was still continuing. Gavin laid on the sheets and used the blanket to cover himself, as the warmth slowly faded.
He felt something climb beside him and growled. He lifted the blanket and allowed the tiny girl to press against his side to keep warm.
The next morning, the wind woke Gavin with a start. He sat up and scrubbed the sleep from his eyes.
He felt more warm than ever as he stared at the door blearily. The shift at his side made him remember what happened yesterday.
He looked down at the sleeping child and shook their shoulder, and as they sat up he stood and climbed over her to get his now dried clothes. Putting them on, he helped the kid with her own afterwards and stared at her.
Many thoughts raced through his head, and questions towards why he had taken her in.
Why had he helped her? Why is he taking care of her?
Maybe it was because of the loneliness rising in his chest. The memories of his mother before she was gone. With a deep sigh, Gavin stood as the pain of hunger filled him. He guessed the kid was probably hungry too. The boy took her wrist and lead her out of the shack and into the light drizzle of rain. Maybe he could leave her on the road, grab a few things to eat, and abandon her there. "I'll show you how to get food." he spoke. A plan was formulating in his head as he walked down the alley. He felt those green eyes on him, as they paused at the entrance into the trading road. People we already there, moving to complete one with another day in their lives in the little town of Wendish.

I have finished the first chapter! I know its different compared to the original story, my plan is for Huldaria to be a servant for the Tullys'. She'll meet Ned in a more idealistic way, from then on I shall continue to base more on the history and books.

Also a lovely shout out to BunnyByte for helping me with any errors and my other friend Faith!

I already have a pairing for Huldaria later on in the chapters.