Chapter 8

Jon sighed softly as he woke from his sleep. It had been almost three weeks since he had left Winterfell and brought Arya to Fair Grove to run wild and wild she had run. Now nearly a moon turn after arriving he was hard-pressed to think of a time when she was happier. Well yes, she didn't take sewing lessons like most girls her age but she was learning to take care of herself, and in the future, that would translate to taking care of her family.

He hadn't been sure if merely letting her do her own thing was the right thing to do seeing as even now almost a moon later there were no real men or woman older then one and seven in all of the Glass Palace. But that was the beauty of the Glass Palace he supposed. There were no men grown and mothers telling you to be something your not. Combined with the nymphs that took care of everything that no one else wanted to or could it made a very freeing place to be simple. Thou Jon was shocked that his little husband hadn't seen the potential in using nymphs the as more than extra farm hand and fuck toys. But he could also see where Harry was coming from with his thoughts on them. Unlike Tree Shepherds who were utterly self-reliant, the nymphs needed magic to use them.

It was only luck that the Doka tree gave Harry a water tree seedpod. The water trees were near the city gates and in the royal garden. Now, usually water trees were only really useful in an area that had little open water, but that wasn't the case at all in the Glass Palace where there was plenty of water. No, what the water trees were doing was putting magic into the water and helping clean the magic of this world.

Harry had explained it to Jon once, that the magic in the world had stopped flowing making it act like a film of dead water that had settled over the world. Harry explained that the only way for that to happen was for someone to have systematically killed all things magical until there were too few to keep the magic flowing in a natural cyclical where the magic would then begin to clog up anything that tried to use it. It was why the last dragons had died as they were literally choking on all the dead magic without the magic sink that was the valyrian freehold to make it alive again.

The North, according to Harry was a bit better due to their weirwood trees but not much. They were only less clogged but not free of the clog due to the lack of practitioners and just really having one magic plant. When Harry built the Glass Palace it was like someone threw a stone into the water film of dead magic and now as the magic tries to settle down it is being pulled by a weak whirlpool into the Glass Palace and all the magic being used there. Be they the eternal fire that is in the bottom of every stove or the plants that feed off the died magic in the air.

Unfortunate the nymphs need alive magic, so they need magic that had been restored and fit for use again. Honestly, Jon was on Harry's side in that gently fixing the magic problem as opposed to merely using enough dragon fire to burn all of Westeros that was the other option. Thinking of dragons and dragon fire, Jon noted that Harry wasn't in bed at the moment meaning he was probably working on his latest project.

When Jon saw the hall of swords, he was shocked, but that had nothing on when he discovered Harry's room full of dragon eggs. What was even more amazing was that they were all alive in a type of natural stasis. It seemed that dragon eggs gathered dead magic around them to keep themselves alive until the right conditions were met. Those being alive magic, blood and fire.

Harry's project thou is to turn the dragons inside the eggs into shapeshifters like Hedwig and her three chicks: Selena, Jack and Ditto. As far as Harry can tell they all have five forms: an owl, a wolf, a snow leopard, an Orca whale and a dragon. He was able to give the same abilities to Ghost much to the pups pleasure, but it seemed that Harry couldn't get the same results with the dragon eggs. Oh sure he can give them extra forms, but it appears that they were limited to only four and they had to be reptilian. So the eggs that would hatch would have the ability to turn into birds, snakes, lizards, sea serpents, crocodiles, turtles and the like.

Harry had taken to hatching the eggs and then binding them to his line to prevent them from rampaging across the land once they got older. Jon thought it was hilarious to see Harry wake down the hall with over twenty dragon baby dragons following him.

Food was the other reason why the dragons needed to be able to change form. As much as Jon liked the dragons the system Harry had only worked if you didn't haft to worry about the dragons getting hungry and much as Jon loved the Glass Palace it was not very meat filled. Or at least it wasn't until Jon pointed that out. What was Harry's solution to hungry dragons: Ducks. Apparently, between the fish and the ducks, there was more than enough food for the dragons to eat as they don't eat in their dragon form inside the Glass Palace.

Jon heaved another massive sigh as he pulled himself out of bed. As much as he is coming to love his husband, he also hates that he is to one who has to deal with all the new people arriving to settle in Fair Grove. Oh, he understands it after all Harry is almost always making something or other to create not only their lives easier but their peoples as well. Why just yesterday he made the Norths first vineyard and the day before that he turned a small mountain into mithril, so the smiths had something to work with.

Taking a look around the room he was leaving Jon smiled one last time at the flower that held their child now six weeks old, before turning and making his way down to waterways. He needed to get to the west entrance and start showing people the way in.

It was another typical day when Harry was greeted by Jack with a letter from Ned telling him that Bran had fallen from the old tower and fallen into a coma. Harry didn't believe that Barn had dropped if carelessly but was more then happy to help his excellent family by sending a healing pill back with Jack.

The pill was made of three drops of Fire Flower nectar then infused with Harry's raw magic to amplify the healing powers of the Fire Flower. Honestly, Harry thought it was a little overkill but seeing as he couldn't go to Winterfell himself as long as the royal family was there Harry would instead not take any chances.

So with the pill made he put it into a small bottle with a note tied around it and sent it with Jack to Winterfell.

Lady Catelyn of Winterfell was a mess. Her son, her little Bran was laying in his bed fighting for his life, and there was nothing she could do. Ned upon hearing the news had sent a letter to Harry in the hopes there was something he could do without revealing himself to the king. As much as she didn't really care about what would happen if the king knew about Harry's magic she did realize that the Lannisters would go to war if it meant they could control the boy.

Thankfully she was pulled from her thoughts by a tapping at the window. After opening, she was supersized to find one of Harry's white owls with what looked like a bottle tied to its leg.

"Thank-you," she said as she untied the bottle form the owl where it then hoped over to perch on one of the chairs.

Unrolling the note, it read, 'to whoever is with Bran when Jack arrives. Inside the bottle is a small hard object called a pill. It is a type of medicine that you swallow. Simply put the pill in Bran's mouth and make him swallow with a bit of water. He should be right as rain after a few hours. Harry Potter'

Catelyn felt her mouth pull into a smile as not for the first time she was glad Ned had married Jon to the other boy.

Following the instructions in the note, Catelyn watched as Bran's legs snapped back into place and his spine striation. It was a long few hours as she watched all the damage done by the fall heal before her very eyes until she heard a quite grown.

"Bran, it's alright dear one," Catelyn said soothingly.

Bran groaned once more before jerking wide awake and exclaiming, "the queen!"

"What about the queen, sweet boy," Catelyn asked slightly worried as she had seen the woman earlier that morning.

Calming down somewhat he said, "She ordered the Kingslayer to kill me because they were fucking in the old tower."

"What!?" Catelyn scream in fear and outrage as she made her way out of the room to find her husband but not be for turning to the owl still on the chair giving it the orders to keep Bran safe.