Summary-After finishing off Voldemort once and for all, Harry found things oddly enough going from bad to worse as he suffers a huge betray just when he thinks things are going good for him. A betrayal that literally ends in a rather gruesome way for Harry…so why when he knew he was finally dead did he find himself being reborn in a place that seemed to be called Westeros? And for that matter why did he have to be born the way he was? Related to someone most considered a monster? In a family that was closely related to what had finally ended his life as Harry Potter? GOT/HP Crossover

Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter or Game of thrones nor do I make any money off of either one of them.

A.N- this is a story that was originally by Smileadaykeepmeaway and they has told me what family they want Harry to end up in as well as a general outline of how they would have liked it to turn out. They have also told me they originally planned for this to be Slash but they do not care a whole lot about the pairing anymore. So, as of right now, I am unsure about the pairing or how that will be; as I do not see that happening for a while anyway

Chapter two

Harry wasn't quite sure what was happening to him. One moment he was being agonizingly torn apart by the Hellhounds he had attacked. A downright suicidal plan he had done to make sure that he didn't end up a slave to the three traitors that had been holding him captive.

Traitors that had been keeping him captive for several months in their attempts to break him into what they wanted, and traitors that had made Harry feel that even death would have been better than being in their hands.

Seeing as in all honestly, he would rather be dead then be in their clutches with no choice but to obey their every command. Not to mention him being dead would be better for those who actual gave a damn about him than it would have been if he those three had actually managed to get him under their control.

As Harry wasn't the only one those three did hold a grudge against, and as long as he had the choice Harry would make sure that no matter what he wouldn't be used against those that truly thought of him as family. Or that the things he had worked so hard into making live better for his family wouldn't be torn down by those bitter about the fact things hadn't gone the way they had wished it to.

Even if that no matter what choice, ended up with him being savagely being torn apart by the very creatures his collages had summoned to better help the wizarding world. Even if, as he closed his eyes for what he thought would have been the last time, he heard the words of Luna repeating in his head. And even if he was left wondering just what the fire red and icy blue aura had been before as the lead Hellhound final descended towards his throat for the final killing blow.

Only to find himself opening his eyes once more, not even second later no longer in pain and completely covered by the very aura he had been wondering about when he had taken his last gurgled breath, through the throat a hellhound had just torn out.

And then with another blink, in utter bewilderment, he found the aura that was covering him enclose around him, pressing down with a pressure that Harry knew should have had him screaming in agony, and most likely dying again. But it didn't, as Harry felt himself actual seemed to mold with said aura and as he found himself suddenly just knowing what was going on.

Just knowing that he wasn't actual going where his family was waiting for him, where he had hoped he would go when he had finally closed his eyes for the last time as Harry Potter. But was now instead being reborn and that that aura around him was both taking him to where he was going to be reborn as well as changing him to fit best wherever he was heading.

Knowing this, Harry began to curse and try to fight against the aura holding him in place. However, he quickly found out that there little he could, against whatever power was holding him in place.

No matter what Harry felt about this, or no matter how much he didn't want to be reborn in another world. Then before he could do much more Harry found, against his will, himself once more being forced to close his eyes.

Only to blink them back open in what felt like mere seconds later, ready to fight, only to find, despite how much he had tried otherwise, he had been reborn. Not only that but it seemed that his body had been more on automatic and he had been reborn for a couple of years now.

Knowing this, Harry found himself blinking rapidly as his mind began to immediately sort out his memories of everything that had happened since he had been reborn. Something that once this happened Harry felt like doing two different things.

One, and the very first thing he did, was rapidly cursing fate as he realized everything that had happened. And the second thing he did was Harry became determined to relearn how to shield and organize his mind, as Harry realized just how hard it was for him to come to terms with what had happened to him; that had he felt he had missed something big in his most recent memories.

Which led to Harry once more curse fate again, as he knew before he wouldn't have had such problems. So, all Harry could do was curse and swear to get his mental strength back up to where it had been at before.

As all the while he couldn't help but wonder if one his ancestors had done something to piss off fate in some way. Making it so that no matter what the Potter curse of, may you live in interesting times, seemed to always follow him; even after his death. As really there was no other way Harry could explain just how his life both before, and even the life he had now was turning out besides the fact the curse must have followed him.

The reason Harry was feeling this way was because, as he found out when it came to where he had been reborn in , wasn't the earth he had been from as Harry Potter; both in the timeline as well as the actual world.

Seeing as Harry knew there had been a place call the Westeros in the world he had lived in before. As see as that is where he had been born in, more specifically, a place a little to the south of Casterly Rock.

Worst yet, in Harry and the minds of most others, Harry found out that he had been reborn in the Clegane family. With Greogor Clegane, the so-called mountain who rides, being his actual father.

Which if someone didn't know the history of that name, might not be seen as a bad thing. But Harry found out that he did know the history of that name and so much more when it came to his 'father'. So, he found it rather horrified for having such a monster as a relative let alone a father.

What considering the fact the man in question, being known for multiple horrifying things. With the murder and rape of the princess Elia Matell, as well as her children, Rhaenys and baby Aegon, being the top on the list; if only because it was the most well-known sign of his brutality.

Not to mention the fact that the man, that Harry was now forced to call his father, was also one of the, if not the most, feared men in all of Westeros. For not only his monstrous size but his sheer brutality and cruelty to everyone; not even his family was spared from this monstrous man.

In fact, the only one that seemed to be spared from the Mountain's sadistic nature was the one that seemed to control him. The one that not only let him get away with the things he did but seemed openly encourage them as well; or at least he did as long as the man in question did them where he directed them.

Which was something that had led Harry to believe, that the only reason that Harry was born, and not as a bastard as most would have assumed. Was the fact, that the man holding his father's leash, Tywin Lannister wanted the man in question to have a heir to keep his serves to his family.

He had even offered a newly legitimized Lannister bastard from a branch member of his family to help further ensure this. Someone, to her utter horror, was now Greogor's wife, even if he never honored or treated her anything like a wife, and at the same time Harry's new mother.

Not that Harry was actual called Harry in this world, seeing as he was currently named, Harison Clegane. A name which Harry figured was close enough that he could get away with being called Harry if he wanted to. Even if some of the members of his family didn't seem to like it and looked down on Harry for wanting to be called Harry instead of Harison.

All and all once Harry had settled done and was able to understand the basics of these memories, as well as once he was able to start to organize said information. He was left with the feeling that he should have been surprised about how horrible his new life had quickly turned out to be. Not to mention the fact that he had been reincarnated to begin with, with all his memories intact at that. Or at least he felt like that he should have been shocked or horrified but he wasn't.

Harry would also like to say he was surprised about the world and family he did end up being born into. Surprised that out of all the other families he could have been born into he was born in the one he had been, but again he wasn't.

After all, he was Fate's whipping boy, so why the hell would he expect to be born into an actual happy family? Besides as he rationalist it, the best he could at least, it could have been worse. He could have been born in the royal family, either royal family at that. The Targaryen, or the newest royal family the Baratheon; which to Harry's eyes really seemed more like the Lannister royal family. Something Harry knew he wasn't the only one to notice.

Still Harry felt that being born into either of those families really wouldn't have ended up well for him. Though considering the fact that he had been born of both the Clegane, and a lesser Lannister line that wasn't all that much better. At least not considering what it could mean for his future...or those that would trust him for that matter.

At the same time, as more memories came back Harry was even more horrified at just how horrible his so-called father really was. He was worse than Voldemort had ever been, and that dark lord had the help of magic to make him as bad as he had been. Making Harry rather wary about how bad this new world was, if they let a man like his 'father' walk around so freely. And without any punishment for the things he had done at that.

At the same time, the fact his 'father's' name among the people was the mountain who rides, and the fact he was so terrified by anyone who heard of him, could be why he was able to walk around like he was.

Along with the fact the man who was apparently holding his leash, seemed to be just as bad, in not worse, than the man in question. If only because the sheer intelligence Harry heard the man called Twin Lannister had; after all, nearly everyone had heard the song made about that man.

Which really wasn't a comfort to Harry at all when he realized just what kind of man controlled his father. Who now that Harry thought about it reminded Harry uncomfortable of a mixture of Antonin Dolohov, Fenrir Greyback, and Bellatrix Lestrange with all their worst characteristics, as well as cruelties, all mixed into one monstrous toxic vessel that dared called itself a man.

A beast of a man that his mother had been forced to marry. Who, like any woman in her shoes would have been, had been both horrified, as well as rightfully terrified, to find herself in the situation she had been forced into; as well as made to unable to actually escape from. As the one time she had tried to run the Mountain had hunted her down and brought her back. Harry himself had been born of that situation to his utter horror and shame.

Unfortunately, over the years of having to deal with this, and with no chance of actually being able to escape the monster that was both her husband, and Harry's father. His mother, whom Harry had found was called Kelio, which Harry found ironic or perhaps not so ironic considering the family she was from meant Lion in Valyrian. Still after several years of not only living with the Mountain, his mother Kelio lost the little gentleness and kindness she had; something Harry didn't blame her for.

As Harry could clearly remember hearing his mother screaming from her room; more often when he had been younger, before his memories had come back, and really couldn't do anything to even try to help her.

Not only that, but he could also clearly remember the times his mother didn't come out of her room for days at a time after that had happen. With those Harry mentally compared to healers, coming in and out of said room carrying bloody rags. Leaving his very active and vivid imagination to just picture what had gone on; something that usually gave Harry all sorts of nightmares even when he tried not to.

Harry felt horrible for what he knew what she had to go through and wouldn't blame her if one day she fled from it all. This time doing it is such a way she wouldn't be able to be dragged back into the hell that was her life. That had been her life since she had been legalized in the first place. Something Harry could now tell his mother looked back on in sheer hatred instead of the joyful occasion most those named Bastards would think it would be.

At the same time, what he did blame her for, no matter how understanding he tried to be about it. Was the fact that, unfortunately she took all the anger and hatred she felt towards his father out on Harry; along with all the other things related to his so-called father. Just as long as it wasn't the actual Mountain her rage was directed at she would do it.

Just as his father did on both him and his 'dear' mother; with more often than not lately Harry seemed to bare more of the blunt of his father's temper than his mother did. Even if it seemed his 'mother' was the one he was around the most often and the one who lashed out at him the most often as well. Something that was only true because his so-called father wasn't around , much when he was growing up and had only recently stated showing up more around him.

Because of this, Harry had gained yet another major scar on his head, one to replace the lightening bolt scar he had lost before as Harry Potter. Not to mention numerous different scars on different place on his body to replace the one the Dursley's family had 'gifted' him with when he had been forced to live with them.

The most noticeable scar to most people, and the one that was on his head, was one looking almost like a claw mark over his left eye. Which he had gotten when his mother had first started lashing out at him.

It had happened when he had turned three, and she had thrown him to the 'family's' dogs. Something which Harry had been lucky enough to escape from it all, with only that scar to remind him of it.

Personally, Harry felt the mark was more of a reminder of how he had died as Harry Potter than anything else. As where that scar was now, was were the hell hound had first attacked him at before he had died. Similar to how the lightening bold scar he had on his head had been where Voldemort had first attacked him as a baby; starting his life as the Boy-who-lived in the first place.

Though besides that new scar, Harry found it startling just how similar he looked compared to how he had looked as Harry Potter. Especially considering just who, not to mention how different, both his Parents were from his previous parents of James and Lily Potter.

Though Harry figured, now it was different. As now, he looked more like his mother with some of his father coloring. Then as of compared to before, when he had looked more like his father with his mother's eyes. Now he had his father dark wild black hair, and more golden skin color but besides that he most looked like his mother; including the same green eyes that he had as Harry Potter. Which Harry found out seemed to be a family trait that his mother's family held.

Not to mention, Harry was also showing all the signs that he would have a build similar that he had when he had been Harry Potter. A lean build built for a mixture of strength and speed; compared to the sheer tall muscular brutal strength build his nearly eight-foot-tall father had.

A height and build Harry knew deep inside himself that there was no way he was going to get; not with the fact even now he was small for his age. At the same time despite being smaller than most his age Harry noticed that physically he was a lot stronger than he looked. Something that made Harry wonder if the above average strength was something of a family trait for his father's side of the family. Like the eyes and above average sense of beauty seemed to come from his mother's side of his family.

Still even if that was true Harry knew brute strength, at least in regrades to himself, did do much without at least some skills to back it up. Besides even this was true and because of who is father was Harry did get a boost of strength he knew he would never be someone who could rely on pure strength anyway; he just wouldn't feel comfortable using it all the time.

Something that was true, even with the training he had started to do. Both before he had gotten his memory back, which had been sloppy as he was trying to do it on his own with very limited knowledge of how it was done in the first place. Something that had been really slow going and had been more in an effort to learn how to protect himself to some degree before he had received his past memories.

And still remained true after he had gotten his memory back and started to begin of all the unspeakable training he had done in the life as Harry Potter. Knowing to start of small and work his way back up to what he had been doing before he died. Mostly so that he wasn't damaging his body while he was attempted to get back, and hopefully beyond, what he had been like in his previous live.

In fact, it was because of him starting back on what had been his unspeakable training from before his death, that Harry had been able to figure out quite a few different things. With he main one being that he still had his magic from when he had been Harry Potter. Or for the most part he still had as his magic, as he had found that it had changed from when he had been reincarnated. As Harry found, through lots of different test done in secret that when it came to his magic that it wasn't a diverse has it had been before; not in the least bit.

What Harry had found was that instead of being able to do all the magic that he had been able to do when he had originally as Harry Potter had been rather severely limited in this knew world. As he now could only use the element magic he had before as well as the healing magic he had learn.

Both of which Harry found came in handy more than once during his new life as Harison Clegane. What with being able to heal himself, and secretly others that his father had hurt around him, and the face he could both control plants and water made it so no matter what he had a source of both food and water when he needed it.

Not to mention he found that with his magic he could still make the potions he had learned to really love in his past life. Which in itself proved to be even more helpful as those where easy to slip to others when it came to healing them than any thing else. Something Harry did his best to do whenever he had a chance to, as he was able to help fix some of the horrible things his so-called father had done.

Not to mention Harry found, much his gratefulness, that despite his magic had seemed to have changed so much, he could still call upon the weapons he had as Harry Potter. As much to his joy he found that when the goblins had tied it to his magic, they had really tied it with his magic and soul.

So, while his old body may have died, his magic ,for the most part, lived on in his new body. Letting Harry to be able to summon his old weapons to him; not to mention have the knowledge that would be needed to relearn said weapons as well. Letting Harry start his retraining in both his bladed fans as well as the bow and arrow he had before.

Both of which he did his best to hide from everyone else, and was planning on telling anyone who asked, if they did find out about them, that he had gotten both of them made when his 'father' had been out on one of his liege lord's orders. Though until than Harry was going to do his best to hide them; mostly by letting them rest in his magic like they had been the entire time before he had regained his memories.

Currently Harry was now ten years old, having gotten his memories back when he had been around six, and now he had finally had enough of not only his father's cruel hands but his mothers as well. He had put up with it before, as he had felt he didn't know enough about the new world he was in to be able to safely survive it on his own.

Nor did he feel he had enough control over his magic, or any of the necessary physical skills he would need to protect himself from the harshness of the world he knew was out there. So, he had decided to stay where he was, even if it was only the slightest bit safer than being on his own.

But now Harry not only had enough of the hell that had once more seemed to take over his childhood, but felt that he had to get out of there no matter what; or else he wouldn't live long enough to even reach the age he had been as Harry Potter.

He felt that the skill he had been able to get over the years had to be enough for him to best survive on his own. It had to be as he wasn't staying in this household any long, and this was because his so-called mother was now trying to do what she had been doing to Harry, for years now, to his newly turned one-year old sister.

Up until now his mother had been able to ignore his sister, while Harry and the nurse maids had taken care of her. But now Harry had noticed the way his 'mother' was starting to eye little Lilian.

Not to mention how she was starting to be a lot rougher with her when she did decide to spend some time with her. Often leading to his sister crying from his mother's handling of her. Something Harry wasn't going to have, and something that seemed to get worse when he found out that, after being gone for the last two months his 'father' was now coming back.

And considering the fact that before he had left he had almost killed his sister, because she was crying, Harry knew that he had to get not only himself but also Lillain as far away from this place as he could.

Otherwise he knew that they neither one of them would survive to adult hood, and most likely than not his sister wouldn't even last through the next month; not with how his father was.

In fact, Harry found out the only reason Harry had survived as long as he had, and through the years long enough for him to even get his memories back, was because his father had been ordered to not harm him too much. An order that didn't seem to include his sister in the least bit, or for that matters have a limit just what hurting him to bad was; seeing as it seemed just being alive was good enough for the Lannister leader.

Which left Harry wondering just how he was going to escape, when his father was not only so well-known but utterly feared at the same time. Meaning most people would turn him right back into his 'father's' hands to avoid him coming for them.

Which left Harry trying to figure out not only how to escape in such a way no one would link him to his father but do it in such a way that his sister was going to be safe as well. Not to mention have a way he could take care of his sister as well as himself once he did manage to get them free. But how to do so left Harry wondering just what he was going to do to make it possible; especially with a one-year old child to boot.

-AN- the title is something I used a translator for, it is supposed to mean the hound of change in Valyria-