A/N This is my longest chapter by far! And I'm glad so many have taken a liking to my story! Of course its not going to be for everyone but I'm trying to make this a story that I would like to read myself and of course not all of us have the same tastes. Anyway regarding the fact that I do not know how to make this world financially as pointed out by many readers, if anyone has a better formula for the exchange and would like to explain the general prices of things so I can make this more realistic I look forward to your message! And again you will be credited in the story for doing so just send me a pm!

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Harry stood outside awaiting his friend Lord Tyrion, dusk had fallen over the town of Winterfell bringing with it another meaning to the world cold. But with a discreetly placed warming charm Harry had barely noticed. Wearing a black leather tunic that Harry was assured by the merchant was quite the latest fashion; he could only assume was correct judging by the eyes of approval he had gotten from several passerby's.

The feast had already started, there was no way that it had not, and while Harry was not expected nor invited by the Starks, Tyrion had invited him to join him and Harry was assured that it would bring no trouble. It was quite an acceptable occurrence apparently in the land of Westeros for a guest to bring a guest themselves.

Harry moved aside as another patron exited the brothel door, the door swinging shut quickly behind him, and let out another sigh again, of course Tyrion was in no rush. The young man had short curly brown hair, he was dressed smartly in expensive furs and as Harry was wondering who this apparently wealthy young man was he turned to Harry with a grin.

"First time in the north? I don't believe I have ever seen you here before." Said the boy.

"Yes" Said harry cautiously.

"Arrived with the king then I imagine?" said the figure curiously.

"I did not. I arrived a day before his highness, I am a traveler from….far away." Harry said to the young man.

The boy seemed to want to ask another question, surely about where he was from, but just as he was about to open his mouth the door opened again, expelling a much smaller man than the last.

"Aren't you the greyjoy boy of the starks? The hostage?" Asked Tyrion tactlessly pulling his red tunic down from the hem smoothing it out and letting the inlaid gold shine more splendidly in the moonlight.

The boys face reddened quickly. "I am the starks ward, practically family not a hostage, and the name is Theon."

Harry could only groan in his head, Tyrion wasn't likely to let this end with such a small passing barb, He had seen enough of the man's mind to know this.

"Ward? Is that what they have assured you? History remembers it quite differently. Then again I suppose it is easier to keep a prisoner of war when they do not think that they are one to begin with." Tyrion laughed at the boys growing anger from such simple words.

Tyrion started to walk/waddle down the road towards the castle of Winterfell. "Are you coming Harry? If were lucky we shall arrive just in time for the last of the meal and for the drinking to really begin!"

Harry followed after taking a last glance at Theon's red face, and clenched fists. He caught up with Tyrion easily enough and continued walking with him at a slower pace. "Why must you rile up everyone that you meet?" Said Harry already feeling that he knew the answer but finding it polite to ask.

"When you're a dwarf in this land Harry it makes you an easy target for just about anyone even the low-born. And yet I find if you neutralize certain problems before they have a chance neutralize you, than they are likely to pretend that you do not even exist." Said Tyrion honestly.

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Entering the main hall of Castle Stark, Harry realize Tyrion had indeed been correct. While food was still lying around the many tables it seemed that ale was the now the main course. Along the lower tables many were already drunkenly laughing with their neighbors, boasting tales that they probably never truly experienced and grabbing at whatever woman happened to come within their reach.

Harry watched Tyrion approach the high table, speaking with the knight that had intruded upon Tyrions time in the local brothel. Harry now knew this man to be Jamie Lannister, Tyrions brother, also commonly referred to as the king slayer.

Amongst the high table the alcohol also was also taking affect, to a lesser degree of course, image had to be maintained of course in front of guests and host. All were holding back from imbibing in too much of the drink served in the room. All that is, except one. A large man wearing a crown, there was no avoiding it in Harry's opinion, the man was a glutton and it showed. Big as uncle Vernon had once been, the man with curly brown hair suddenly leaned back and bellowed a rather loud laugh while pulling one of the server women into his lap and speaking into her ear.

A blonde haired woman glared at this, and Harry realized this must be Queen Cersei, Tyrion's sister. While Harry felt for the woman, having to watch her husband pull another woman into his lap and surely be whispering sweet nothings into her ear, he had be advised by Tyrion not to feel too bad for the woman. "She was a conniving, ruthless, bitch." Those were the words that Harry remembered from that conversation.

Looking further along the table Harry took notice of the Starks as he took his own seat next to young man at the end of one of the lower tables. There was Lord Stark, grey eyes, black hair, and the hard face of the winter of his people staring out at the occupants of his castle. Next to him with long red hair shockingly blue eyes, watching her children carefully must be Catelyn Stark. The children of the Starks sat amongst the table directly below their own, and Harry carefully picked them out amongst the crowd.

There was Robb and Brandon sitting next to each other speaking to one of the many men surrounding them a perfect blend amongst their parents in appearance, hanging on to every word of a man dressed in nothing but black. And there was Sansa and Arya Stark, Sansa looking more like her mother than her father, batting her eyelashes and staring with adoration towards a young blonde boy whom Harry suspected was the Crown Prince Joffrey, Tyrion's detestable nephew. Arya Stark on the other hand took more after her father, and it showed in more than appearance. Rather than being the picture perfect little lady as her sister seemed to be trying to play the part, she seemed to be trying to fire food at her sister from her spoon.

As Harry continued his inspection of the high table and its occupants the young man next to him had interrupted his inner thoughts by chuckling lightly at the antics of Arya Stark. Harry turned to the young man and couldn't help but do a double take. This must be Jon Snow, the only bastard child of Lord Stark, for he was nearly identical to his father, with no trace of Lady Stark's appearance in his own.

"She seems to be quite lively" Harry said politely to his neighbor nodding his head towards Arya.

The young man turned to him, he definitely had the face of the Starks, hard like the winter of his home and quite unreadable. "Yes she is quite a handful most of the time." He said friendly with a slight chuckle.

"Excuse me for asking, and if I come across rude. But you are Jon Snow are you not? Why are you not sitting at the high table with the rest of your family?" Harry inquired.

Jon's grey eyes seemed to darken, "It is as you said, my name is Snow. I am not a Stark, Eddard Stark may be my father" At this his eyes shifted to the Lady Stark "But Lady Stark is not my mother and the high tables are not any place for a bastard." Replied Jon sadly.

Harry chuckled lightly and at the slightly angry face of the young Snow beside him Harry clarified, "I am not laughing at you Jon, but at the customs of this land. I am a traveler, and it is not quite done the same way at my own home. You may be a bastard of your father, but those children up there are still your siblings, and still your family whether Lady Stark agrees or not is a moot point. The blood that runs in their veins runs just as deeply in yours." Harry took a drink of the wine in front of him "Just my opinion on the matter."

Jon seemed to think on this for a minute and his face eventually softened at the words. "Thank you for your words, but obviously we are from very different worlds." And with that said Jon rose from his seat and left through the side door of the hall. Harry could not help but internally laugh at this, different worlds was spot on.

Tyrion seemed to have watched the exchange between himself and the young Snow, and made to follow out the side door. Harry wondered what he had to say to the young man, but was not curious enough to follow.

Harry ate and drank, speaking with the town folk at his own table, learning more and more about the land of Winterfell. As the night slowly came to a close Harry watched the King drunkenly wander through a side door with one of the serving woman close behind him, followed closely by the Queens glare.

Harry had not seen Tyrion return to the hall, and had decided tonight had still been a good night. He had had fun, and learned quite a bit from the locals. With that thought he excused himself from his many neighbors around the table, claiming to have drunk quite enough and would see the many acquaintances he had made another time.

With one last look back at the hall Harry smiled, this world may have its ups and downs but at least so far it was interesting. With this thought in mind harry turned through the door walking back to the local brothel to retire for the night.

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Harry woke slowly in his room, wrapped in the fur blankets on his bed almost a week later from the night of the feast. He woke alone, he had not spent a night with another woman since his meeting with Jon Snow. It wasn't that he was against having sex, in fact it was quite the opposite, like most young men Harry loved sex. And yet after seeing what was the result of bastards in this world, Harry had a tighter lid in place on his hormones. Not that Harry was worried about siring a bastard child, with the sterility spell that Harry used before every encounter there was a chance it would happen anyway. But seeing what the profession resulted in for many, he just could not enjoy the event anymore without feeling some form of guilt for propagating the injustice.

Tyrion had seemed shock when Harry had told him of why he had stopped sleeping with the local talent. And though Tyrion himself would likely never stop sampling the local talent of any land he visited, he had assured Harry he understood the reasoning behind his decision.

The past week Harry had gotten his horse, which wasn't much harder than riding a broom surprisingly. He and Tyrion had spent time together near every day, with Jamie even joining them a few times. Jamie did not like Harry, not to say he disliked him, he only tolerated him. To Jaime Lannister Harry was a no body, but as he was a friend of his brothers, he would tolerate him. Although Harry felt as if that was slowly changing, as they spent time together and laughed together Harry felt that Jaime was coming to respect his intelligence and good humor, maybe even starting to look at him as a friend of his own.

Yesterday though was day of significance, Harry had accompanied Tyrion to the castle once again. The first time since the feast, to meet his sister Cersei. Cersei did not like him in any shape or form, and Tyrion had jokingly told him that had he not been a friend of Tyrions it was highly likely that his sister might actually dislike him less due to her own hatred towards himself. But Harry did not mind, he could do without the "Queen Bitch" as friend.

As Harry and Tyrion prepared to leave the castle grounds though Harry had felt a peculiar sensation. One of magic, a reasonably strong source of it coming from a thick wooded area in the forest of the right outside the walls. Harry having told Tyrion what it was that he felt moved towards the wooded area when Tyrion stopped him explaining that what he was feeling was the godswood, or more particularly the weirwood that was in the center. He also informed him that the people of the north were quite protective of it, given the history of the weirwood and the subsequent attack and burning of most of them, and that the people of the north would not take kindly to a strange traveler approaching it and would most likely inform Lord Stark.

Subdued Harry had continued on their way to the local bakery for some pastries that Tyrion had sworn were some of the sweetest he had ever eaten. Of course this exaggeration could be largely because the baker was a rather beautiful woman, with quite large breasts that Tyrion was trying to proposition into his bed, but as Harry followed his friend he could not quite get the urge out of his mind to go and visit this "weirwood" he just needed to find a reason to without rousing suspicion.

BANG

Harry's eyes snapped to the door of his room that had smacked open with a loud smack, and there stood a flustered looking Tyrion. "Get dressed Harry, quickly now there is need of your services."

Harry stared at Tyrion bewildered. "Services? You say that as if I am a merchant in the local square, what has you in such a rush?" Harry laughed at the flushed Tyrions face.

"I am doing you a favor, or maybe you would rather not the Lord and Lady stark be indebted to you? Truly a boon if used in the correct manner considering Lord Stark has recently accepted the post as hand of the king or have you forgotten?" Spoke Tyrion regaining his breath, and his sophisticated demeanor.

"As much fun as that sounds Tyrion there is not much that I could offer them. Besides what would cause the Lord and Lady Stark to be indebted to me, a stranger from another land?" Spoke harry as he lazily rose from his bed, pulling on his now common black tunic.

"Oh I believe saving the life of their son Bran ought to do the trick, I believe most parents are quite attached to their offspring and would do just about anything to guarantee their wellbeing. " said Tyrion in his usual, matter of fact way.

Harry turned to stare at Tyrion questioningly.

"Just hurry and get ready we must approach this opportunity delicately and at just the right moment. I will explain on the way to the castle." Said Tyrion as he walked quickly from the room.

Harry Followed behind shortly after wondering what had happened that had caused such an extreme reaction from his friend, and from apparently the Starks themselves.

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Bran had fallen. He had fallen from a great height apparently, as both his legs were apparently broken and he had not awakened since. Tyrion had told Harry he was found not too long ago, and had been brought into the castle, but there had been nothing that the maester of the castle Luwin had been able to do for the broken young boy besides try to ease his pain once he awoken. Tyrion explained to him, that should he be able to heal the young boys body, he would be able to ask just about anything of the Lord and Lady Stark and they would most gladly pay it, if not the king himself.

They hurried through the main door of the castle Tyrion leading the way and Harry following dutifully alone behind him. Approaching one of the main chambers leading to the stairs of the tower that Harry could only assume Bran had been brought, he steeled himself as he entered behind Tyrion.

"How could this have happened Ned?" Lady Stark cried to her husband. "Why would the gods do this to one of our boys? I told him I had had enough of his climbing and that it was dangerous! Why wouldn't he just listen to me?"

She seemed inconsolable, but Lord Stark was making an effort. Behind his tense mask of the Lord of the land Harry could see a father, worried for his son, but trying valiantly to be brave for his wife, and to be the rock that the family surely needed at this time. He turned to Harry and Tyrion as they entered with a questioning look in his eyes, along with the frustration of having to deal with even more people today.

"Lord Stark," said Tyrion respectfully "Lady Stark," he continued with a half bow "I wanted to express my deepest sympathies for the accident that has befallen young Bran."

Ned looked at Tyrion with suspicion in his eyes passing over Harry as well. "Thank you for sympathy Lord Tyrion, but seeing as you have brought a stranger with you I do not imagine that is all that you have come here for."

Tyrion rose again looking into the eyes of Lord Stark. "Indeed it is not, I come with a friend of superb skill in the art of healing in his own homeland, even if the practices are quite unorthodox compared to our own. And he would like to try to help the young lord as a favor to the House of Stark, He has assured me that he has seen injuries of the like healed before by his own people and would like to try the same here with Bran."

Harry internally scoffed, laying it on a bit thick there Tyrion? Ned and Catelyn looked towards Harry suspicious and with a pleading hope respectively. "Is this true, you believe that you can heal my son?" Asked Lord Stark.

Harry followed Tyrions Lead with a half bow in their direction, "I do Lord Stark, it is not something I can guarantee without first seeing the injuries, but from what I have heard it is not impossible."

Ned eyed him with suspicion as Catelyn bunched his cloak in her clenched hands. "Then please, I beg you see him and try to fix what has happened to our son." She said desperately ushering Harry up the stairs.

Harry rose from his bow and looked to Ned for permission, receiving a nod Harry started towards the stairs with the Starks following after and Harry paused. "I understand that you are both worried for your son my Lord and Lady Stark but I must see him alone to try to heal him."

"Outrageous. You are a stranger in these halls, and I will not have someone who's character I do not know in a room alone with my injured son!" Burst out Ned while Catelyn looked like she would have a heart attack at the all of the events of the day thus far.

"I shall vouch for him." Said Tyrion "should anything happen to the Bran I shall assume responsibility for the actions of my friend. Whom I guarantee shall not harm your son Lord Stark."

Harry looked to Tyrion in thanks and then to the Lord Stark. He seemed to think this over for quite a long time before finally subdued nodded his head at him. "I do not know you, and I am sorry for the distrust, but he is my son, and you are a stranger offering what maester Luwin assures me is impossible. But I am willing to place my faith in a small miracle. Help Bran, and the House of Stark, shall always open its doors to you." He almost whispered.

Harry smiled reassuringly at them and continued up the stairs opening the door at the top of the tower to find Bran lying under the blanket. He would appear sleeping to anyone that did not know of his terrible accident and as harry pulled the blanket gently off his still form the illusion was shattered, as shattered as the legs that lay underneath them. They were bent at odd angles here at there, and the left legs bone seemed to be trying to penetrate the skin reaching out hungrily.

Harry pulled out his wand, knowing that this would be difficult enough and not something that he could afford to start without every tool at his disposal. He waved the wand casting a diagnostic charm and what came back astounded him. Seven breaks in the legs, 2 broken ribs, and a section of his spine was shattered. Along with the heavy bruising all over Harry found it hard to believe that the boy had lasted this long. Taking a deep breath Harry got to work, piecing the bone together back into the shape it was supposed to be in. He was grateful the boy was unconscious or this would have been quite painful for the boy.

After aligning the bone back into its previous positions he pushed more of his power into the boy, willing the bones to mend together. Once completed he stitched the muscles around the bones back together slowly, bit by bit working up a bit of a sweat and spending so much power.

Next he concentrated on the worst of it, the spine. Carefully mending the bone together he then realigned the pieces, willing them to mend and take their previous shape throwing massive amounts of power into the boy's body. He let out a deep breath as it finally healed, wiping the sweat from his brow he continued on stitching the spines muscles back together and reworking the child's nervous system back into working order.

All in all by the time Harry had finished three and a half hours had passed, and he was sitting in a chair by the bed exhaustion overtaking him when he heard a light knock on the door followed by Tyrions voice. "Is everything alright Harry?"

Harry grunted in the affirmative his mind feeling like moosh after the intense concentration and power that he had expended. The door opened slowly to reveal Tyrion, behind him Harry could see the Lord and Lady Stark rush into the room towards bran.

Tyrion approached him with a small smile. "You look like hell." He quipped.

"Thanks for that wonderful observation Tyrion, healing is not something I am particularly gifted in so I have to force it with a massive amount of energy, it can take a lot out of a man." Replied Harry still trying to recuperate and regain some of his power.

Tyrion patted his shoulder and handed him a wineskin, the wineskin of pumpkin juice Harry realized as he took a long drag from the bladder realizing how thirsty he truly was.

"How?" interrupted Lord Stark staring from bran's repaired body to Harry sitting on the other side of the bed. "I saw it myself, his legs- they were mangled how is this possible?"

Harry looked up at him wryly unable to resist the urge as he said. "Magic."

You could have heard a pin drop in the resounding silence. A tension rose in the room so thick that you could cut it with a sword.

"Magic!- but – Magic died out with the dragons." Completed Catelyn

"Obviously not completely" Said Tyrion "Of course this needs to stay within this room between the four of us. Not even Bran shall be told of his recovery. To protect his wondrous healer of course. Not to say he does not deserve credit but we can skip over the magic bit can we not?" He questioned the occupants of the room.

Both the Lord and Lady Stark nodded dumbly still staring in amazement at the young man that had saved the son.

"I believe Harry here had an amazingly powerful elixir that he had been saving, passed down through his family for many years rumored to be a gift from witches of old that could heal anything. But after hearing what happened to your young lord decided now was the time to use it and selflessly gave a priceless heirloom to save young Brans life. Did anyone else see that?" Tyrion continued

Again the Starks only nodded, probably in thanks and a healthy dose of fear. If the young man before them could heal there son then who's to say he couldn't undo whatever it is that he had done?

Harry looked at them "Thank you, I would rather not have people burning me at a stake anytime soon. I kind of like living." He chuckled "And I would rather not erase your memories without your permission, fighting against someone's mind takes more power, which is not something I have a lot of to spare at the moment."

"Erase our memories?" Catelyn inquired with a slightly fearful face mimicked by Ned.

"Yes" Continued Harry "you will remember only the version of Tyrions of what happened here."

As Catelyn looked ready to protest, Ned raised his hand halting her and after a slight pause spoke. "It is a small price to pay for the health of Bran. The house of Stark will comply to your request for the favor you have done us." He glanced at Catelyn with a slight glare.

Her head bowed she nodded her head subdued. "Thank you." Harry replied.

"It is the least we can do for what you have done for us." Continued Lord Stark, both he and Catelyn looking towards him.

Harry concentrated and waved his hand, and the eyes of both the Lord and Lady Stark became glazed and unfocused. And with a slight push of his magic at Bran the boy started to turn in his bed slowly awakening.

"I think we should take that as our cue my friend" Said Tyrion holding open the door, Harry nodded and rose from his seat stepping through the door with him into the hall.

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Harry was woken the next day by a knocking on his door, he grudgingly rose from his bed and clothed himself decently enough expecting Tyrion or one of the many women of the brothel on the other side of the wooden door. Upon opening it he was shocked to find Robb Stark standing at his door.

"You are Harry?" the boy questioned.

"I am" responded Harry curiously.

"My mother and Father have sent me to fetch you, The King and The Lord Stark call upon your presence, please dress accordingly and meet me outside, we will ride to break the fast with them." He said simply already turning back down the hall.

Harry could only shrug and close the door behind him, picking out some of his nicer clothes, wondering what was bound to happen next. He understood why Lord and Lady Stark would want to see him, but what did this have to do with King Robert?

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