Hello, and welcome back to The Rise of The Potter. Hope you all are excited and ready for this. First off let me thank everyone who has followed, favorited, and reviewed this story. Secondly, sorry for the wait. I'm finally moved completely into my new place and school has started. So hopefully now I can update regularly. Now some of the reviews have asked me about the story of the family and why I am using Potter as the surname and not the others like Pervell, Fleamont, or Black. Well it both will be explained in this chapter. Now then let's get this show on the road.

Ps. Dzerx, I agree Potter does sound like a peasant name in this world.

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King's Landing, Two months later.

The city was in mourning. Every hour the bells of The Great Sept of Baelor rang out in honor of the passing of The Hand of the King, John Arryn. For 15 years he served the city and the realm trying his best to keep the peace. In the Red Keep his body was laid out for the people to say farewell before he was moved back to the Vale. While the people went to pay their respects Hadrian was overseeing the preparations for the royal family to head North towards Winterfell, the home of the Wardens of the North, The Starks. In the two months that he has been here Hadrian hasn't changed much, he has packed on a little more muscle and has grown his facial hair out a bit. Still he couldn't complain, being the squire for Jamie Lannister had it perks. He was trained by a great swordsman and he got to sample the best brothels in the city (for a reduced price). But being a squire also had its downsides, such as cleaning his armor till it looked like golden mirror and generally doing shit tasks for him. As he was doing his last walk around to make sure everything was ready he ran into his favorite dwarf.

"My lord Tyrion what has you out so early? I figured you still be in bed with a whore's mouth around your cock and a glass in your hand." Hadrian smiled down at him and patted his shoulder. Tyrion for the most did look like he had just woken up from a night of debauchery and had immediately continued it as soon as he woke up. His clothes were rumbled and stained with wine and who knows what else. Tyrion just smiled up at him and bowed.

"Why of course my dear friend, I did just wake up, but sadly there are matters that I must attend to then I shall be leaving the city." He said walking towards the keep with Hadrian following beside him. As they made their way to the keep, they both joked and talked about anything and everything finally arriving at the keep they made their way to the throne room to give their respect to the Hand before they moved on.

"So Tyrion, what are these matters you have to attend to and what did you mean by leaving the city? I know you aren't going to make your way back home." Hadrian asked as they moved down the hall to an open room and sending a servant for some food and wine.

"Correct, I am not going home but I going North." He said after sitting down and pouring himself a cup of Dornish Red. "My father told me to leave Casterly Rock with you, he never said I had to stay here. Also, I've always wanted to travel and see the Seven Kingdoms."

"Ok, but that doesn't explain why your leaving before the the royal procession." Hadrian said while leaning back and studying his friend.

"Well one reason is so my dear sister doesn't try to kill me on the journey there and two because I know that it's going to take you and the rest of the procession to get there then me and a couple of guards." Tyrion stated simply reaching for some toast that was just laid out in front of them both.

"Make sense." Hadrian replied pulling some small fish to him and taking a bite out of them. After a little longer talking they both went their separate ways after promising to see each other in Winterfell. Hadrain after parting from Tyrion moved towards the King's chambers knowing that's where his teacher would be. After stopping several times to talk to some serving girls he finally reached his destination and saw Jamie. Walking towards him he could hear the grunts coming from the room and knew King Robert was fucking on of his whores again. "Ser Jamie, everything is ready in the procession and waiting for the orders to move." He said standing in front of Jamie.

"Well well my little squire to finally show up." Jamie smiled and nodded his head towards the door. "Well as you can see His Grace is currently busy at the moment so unless you want to tell him now I would suggest going and getting ready for the trip."He said with a grimace on his face when he mentioned the King. It was no secret that Jamie and King did not get along. Hell, Robert made sure he was with a whore whenever Jamie was on duty to guard his door. "We'll probably not leave till tomorrow at this rate. Anyway, I need you to go down to Tobho Mott's shop and pick up my new sword it should be ready." Last tourney Jamie's sword was damaged in the melle against some Riverland knight who soon regretted breaking the sword receiving a punch to the face for it.

"Very well my lord I shall go receive it." Hadrian said bowing jokingly at the waist. He turned and made his way out of the keep and was soon down into the city walking towards the street of steel. Moving through the city he could see whores wearing almost nothing trying to get men into the brothels, merchants yelling to anyone passing by, and children running through the street and allies. Soon he made it to the street and while walking to the shop could hear the blows of the hammers on metal and gush of air from the bellows. Upon reaching the shop he could see Mott standing behind a tall black haired youth, watching him as he shaped what looked like a helm into a likeness of a bulls head. Clearing his throat to gain their attention he spoke to Mott and what assumed was an apprentice. "Master Mott, I'm Hadrian Potter. I'm here to pick u Ser Jamie's new sword." Before Mott could respond his apprentice spoke first.

"Why is your last name Potter? Doesn't sound very highborn." He said while looking Hadrian up and down.

"Gendry!" Mott yelled out. "I'm sorry lord Hadrian the boy needs to learn to think before he speaks." Mott said glaring at the youth and looking like he was about to smack him.

"Quite alright Master Mott." Hadrian turned to the boy. "Would you like to hear how my house was created?" The now named Gendry nodded his head. "During the Dance of the Dragons Dalton Greyjoy took over Fair Isle, So lady Johanna Lannister gathered ships beneath House Pester's castle, Feastfires to attack and win back the Isle. During the attack Lord pester died and left Feastfire without a lord and leaving his sister to rule. Soon after the attack while lady Johanna was visting Lannisport the Ironborn attacked wanting revenge for Fair Isle and Dalton Greyjoy. She was saved by my ansecetor Fleamont who was a potter. For saving his live she made him up as a lord and gave him lady Pester as his wife. He took the name Potter so we remember where we were and how much we've risen." Hadrian told the story of his family to Gendry who listen, never losing focus.

"That's quite the story lord Hadrian." Mott said. "I believe you said you were here for Ser James sword?" He asked hopefully to get him out of the shop and put Gendry back to work. Hadrain simply nodded his head while looking at some of the works on the wall. Mott quickly sent Gendry to retrieve the weapon from the back. Soon Gendry was back with a beautiful sword shining metal showing it was freshly polished. The hilt was a dark wood with a red leather wrap with two roaring lions on both sides of the crossguard.

"My thanks Master Mott, I'm certain Ser Jamie will love it. " Hadrian said while taking the sword and placing in a box. He nodded to Mott and his apprentice and was soon making his way back to the Red Keep, hoping to get some rest before the trip North. Upon reaching the keep the sun was starting to set and he could smell cooked meat and fresh bread being prepared for dinner. Asking a passing servant were Ser Jamie was he was soon on his way to the White Sword tower. Finally reaching the chambers of the Kingsguard Hadrian walked to Jamies cell where he was getting ready for dinner with his sister and his nephews and niece. Walking in and setting the box on the bed he opened it and pulled out the sword. He turned and handed it to Jamie. "Here's your new sword try not to break it please." He said while watching Jamie testing the balance and swinging it a couple of times.

"Thank you my dear squire, now go rest we leave at first light towards the North." Jamie said putting the sword on the rack next to his armor. Hadrian nodded and made his way to his chamber in Maegor's Holdfast. Once reaching his room he ordered some food and got into some loose clothes. While waiting for his food he thought about his family and what the trip to the North will be like.

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And we are done with this chapter. I apologize for long its taken to get this out. I had trouble thinking of a way to tie in the story of the Potters. And my school work has been killing me but luckily after this week I'm down to three classes for the rest of the semester. Also I've been thinking about doing so anime stories such as SAO or Rosario+Vampire. Both have great stories on there that are unfinished and have not been updated in years and I want to try and work with those different universes. Let me know what you guys think. Till next time.