This is going get a little AU, Enjoy!

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The Lost Wolf

The day she was born, a year after her brother Robb and half brother Jon, and after a year of peace since the Rebellion, The North rejoiced and celebrated the newest little she-wolf's arrival. The moon shined bright in a clear night sky above Winterfell and the skies stayed clear for days after.

The day she was stolen from her bed the night before her eleventh nameday, the halls of the Northern holdfasts were dark, the Northerners walked with heavy hearts, and the Starks mourned and raged their lost daughter and sister. Even the Old Gods cried for the lost little wolf, the skies weeping for weeks in the North.

For the lost little wolf was beyond the sight of the Gods, and none in Westeros would be able to bring her home.

Years later though, when a father was imprisoned, a daughter captive, and another missing, when a son marched South to free his family determined to not lose any more of his pack, when a mother raged silently against the injustice to her family,

When all seemed to be threatened and lost, a lost little wolf would return home, and the wolves would howl in joy once more.

Magic will return.

The little hammock she had claimed in the Room of Requirement sat in the tallest corner of the room. The Room had been kind enough to provide holes within the walls for her to climb up to it and it gave the watchful girl the ability to watch the younger students carefully. Watch for those who hid their injuries trying to be brave and those who might try to harm themselves out of desperation. Not that the situation wasn't desperate. Many of them had been hiding in the Room of Requirement since before October, almost all had lost somebody, many were orphans now, and some didn't know if they had family hiding or if they were orphans too.

Lya knew what it was like to be alone in the world as an orphan, but her situation could've been worse if Professor McGonagall hadn't taken her in and told the world that Lya was her niece.

Though Lya still wasn't sure if she was an orphan, she couldn't remember anything before her eleventh birthday. Except that the day she arrived was her birthday and that her name was Lya – something – she wasn't sure about the rest, not even six years later.

Sitting in the top of the room she could see all the doors as well. This included the portrait door Neville had headed through to the Hogshead down in Hogsmeade moments before, Lya wasn't sure on the reasons but it wasn't for food.

It was thirty minutes after Neville had left that he returned with the Golden Trio in tow. An hour later, Lya was helping Seamus and a few others load the wooden bridge up with explosives while everyone else strengthened the wards around the school.

"Lya, you still got that magic bag o' yours?" Seamus asked as the converged at the front of the bridge, watching Neville walk to the other side.

"What about it, Seamus?" Lya asked looking at the wards light the sky above them. Wand at the ready.

"You don't happen to have any firewhiskey in it do ya?", the irish wizard asked looking at his classmate.

"Not anymore, you lot finished it weeks ago", Lya cracked a small grin in his direction.

"Shame that, could do with some liquid courage right about now" Seamus said, right as the bottom fell out of the sky.

And the Battle began.

Chaos was the only way she could describe the battle of Hogwarts. Spells were ricocheting off shields and stones were falling from the castle walls. The bridge plan had worked so well, Neville had survived, but that was hours ago. Or maybe days. Lya wasn't sure anymore. Her arm hurt, she knew that injury had come from the fight with the werewolf, Greyback, bastard was dead now, but so was Lavender Brown.

At least he hadn't been shifted, she wasn't keen on being a werewolf.

Time seemed to slow and speed up all at once in the fight. None of it made sense, didn't really matter when spells are being thrown at you left and right.

So when Lya turned a corner and was hit by multiple different spells at once, the world around her didn't make sense either.

For one, this was most definitely not Hogwarts. Two, she was wearing the wrong outfit. Dark purple sweater with black trousers, a silver wolf necklace, and combat boots, so not in fashion in medieval times for women.

She was at least in an empty alleyway area, except when she turned around there was a dirty dark-haired girl staring at her wide eyed behind her with a sword pointed at Lya.

"Lyarra?", the little girl asked looking very confused.

"Lya, uh mind not point that at me?", Lya asked keeping her hands in sight of the girl who was no older than a first year.

The girl slid the sword into her belt before, looking at Lya confused.

"How'd you do that?"

"Do what?", Lya tried playing dumb.

"Appear out of thin air", the girl said as if it should be obvious.

"Magic", Lya said, "Though I don't know where I am"

"You're in King's Landing", the girl said slowly.

"Okay, uhm", Lya watched the girl watch her for a minute before a ruckus off to the side grabbed her attention. And the girl's.

Lya followed after the girl. Why, she wouldn't have been able to tell someone had they asked, but she felt it was the right thing to do. She shoved through the crowd behind the girl and climbed up the statue the girl did. She looked ahead and noticed a man being led out of a church, religious looking building. The crowd jeered, calling him all types of names. Honestly the man looked defeated, maybe injured given the slight limp he had. Didn't look like a traitor to Lya, but what did she know?

The boy with the crown spoke to the crowd but Lya ignored him in favor of looking at the man off to the side with a giant sword. His head was covered like a medieval executioner's. Lya knew something bad was going to happen. She stepped down from the statue not entirely sure what she, a lost witch in a strange land could do, when the little girl said, "Father" only loud enough for Lya to hear and climbed off the statue.

Lya didn't know where she was. She didn't know this little girl either, but something told her that the girl was important. That the man on the steps was important.

Lya took a deep breath.

Grabbing the girl's shoulder, she asked, "The red-haired girl is his daughter as well, right?"

Lya wasn't sure how she knew that information.

The dark-haired girl looked startled, frightened but nodded anyway.

Lya closed her eyes and offered her hand to the girl. The girl took it, trusting Lya though they hadn't met more than ten minutes ago.

Lya silently pointed her wand at the corner of the religious building, far enough away to minimize casualties, but close enough to cause a decent amount of panic and chaos.

Squeezing the girl's hand tight, she whispered, "Confringo" pushing as magic as she could into the blasting curse.

She tugged the girl close to her side, as the building exploded. A loud bang sounding over the crowd, shrieks for blood turned to cries of terror.

She apparated the girl to the empty place near where she had landed before quickly apparating back without her and sending a blasting spell to the other side of the church.

Moving quickly through the screams and the debris she apparated to the top, grabbed the red-haired girl who had been left unprotected as the guards worried about the King and maybe Queen, apparated to the empty alley again leaving the sisters and appearing back on the steps. Shooting a blasting curse towards the building at the back of the crowd, she diverted their attention long enough to grab the dropped sword, which was much lighter than she had expected for its size and moved to the man still kneeling.

Casting a bubble shield charm and a muffliato around herself and the man, she kneeled in front of him.

She looked him in the eye, her bright blue locking on his grey. "The girls are safe. Please trust me, I want to help."

She held her hand to him and looked at him in desperation. They didn't have much time she figured, with the feeling of swords banging on the shield around them.

His eyes flickered to her wolf locket which was hanging outside of her shirt. He looked at her, eyes hard, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Lya" she answered desperately wincing as she felt the swords hitting the shield harder, pain ricocheting through her body.

"Lya what?"

"I don't know, haven't known since I was eleven. Dammit, please! I'm trying to save you", She cried as the shield was slammed harder. Lya still wasn't sure on the whys and hoped he didn't ask.

That was apparently the right thing to say, though, as the man grabbed her hand. The shield dropped right as they apparated away, Lya's shoulder getting nicked as they landed with the other two girls on the other side of the city. Out of sight from everyone.

Lya hissed, clasping a hand on her shoulder as she stepped away from the reunion between the daughters and their father. Looking around she found a decent length of rope and looked at the man before picking up the rope.

"um" She caught the man's attention, his eyes narrowed on her before she refocused his attention to the rope in her hands. "I can make an instant transportation to anywhere, if I know what the place looks like, but um"

"What do you need?" The man asked earnestly. Why were these people trusting her so easily?

"I can look into a person's mind, but I won't without permission and if you were okay with it, then if you could think of a location that you think would be empty of people, that's also safe, I could see it in your mind and take all of us there", Lya rambled out.

"What distance?", The man asked looking at her hand carefully.

"Any, ah – oh This is yours, I think, maybe not I don't – "

"Lya", the man said and Lya froze narrowing her eyes. She'd heard that tone of voice before.

Didn't matter right now.

"Right, mind reading first"

Lya quickly, after gaining permission to put the sword in her extendable bag (And she would've relished the wide-eyed looks if they hadn't been in a hurry), and carefully glanced in his mind at a set of ruins of a castle thing, before enchanting the rope for a portkey.

"Grab onto the rope and for the love of all that is good in the world, DON'T let go of it", Lya said holding out the end of the scraggly rope.

"This will work?", the man asked carefully.

"It has before", Lya said before saying the activation word and yanking them out of King's Landing.

Lya was not expecting to land in the middle of a bunch of tents with swords aimed at her.

Shouts of "Ned!" and "Lord Stark!" had the swords lowering except for the ones pointed at her.

Lya was smart enough to not move. None of the swords were touching her, but if the pain in her shoulder was anything to go by she didn't want them to.

A red haired woman threw her arms around the man – Ned – as a curly dark brownish red-haired boy came over shouting, "Father! Sansa! Arya!"

When Ned looked over just enough, after the little reunion, he told the men around Lya, "lower your blades"

"Lord Stark, she's a witch", A voice somewhere behind her said.

"She saved the lives of me and mine, if not for her, my youngest daughters would be lost and I'd be beheaded, GreatJon. sheathed your weapons", Lord Stark, Ned, almost growled out.

Everyone, Lya included was watching him carefully as the blades around her fell. She shifted her hand to touch her slowly bleeding shoulder, when she noticed the red-haired woman approaching her. The woman started to say something then froze, looking at Lya's wolf locket (and what was up with everyone looking at that?), before examining Lya intensely.

The woman with eyes that almost matched Lya's asked quietly, "What's your name?"

"Lya", she said shifting a little, everyone's eyes had fallen back on her, she never liked eyes on her.

"Lya what?"

"I don't know"

"How old are you?", the lady asked stepping closer. Lya started playing with the strap of her bag, not liking how cornered she was feeling.

"Seventeen"

"Seven and ten?", The lady asked for clarification, her eyes beginning to water looking over Lya hopefully.

"Um I- I guess"

"Cat", Ned walked up and turned the woman gently towards him.

"Ned-"

"I know", He whispered, probably not realizing Lya could hear him. How could Lya hear him? "But she doesn't know us, not really"

"But Ned, she's our daughter", Cat hissed just as not quietly.

A voice drew all their attention, "Lyarra?"

Lya turned and looked at the curly haired boy who quickly approached and wrapped his arms around her. Lya froze keeping her arms down. He pulled back confused placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Lyarra?"

"Robb", Ned said sternly looking at the boy in front of her.

Robb watched her confused before pulling his hands back.

"Who are you?" Lya asked watching the older boy warily.

"You don't remember me?", he asked slowly keeping his eyes on her.

Lya just shook her head no. She kept fidgeting watching the weird looks they kept giving her.

She had realized that they believed her to be their daughter, which would mean he was her older brother and the two girls were her sisters. Honestly it explained how Lya knew a few things without knowing how, but it was confusing nonetheless.

"Robb, what's on your hand" the woman asked, concerned. Glancing at his hand herself, Lya realized it was bloody. Lya glanced back at her shoulder covered by her dark sweater, and realized she was still bleeding. Not his blood then.

She was starting to feel light headed.

"Oh, shit" Lya said.

"Go get a maester", The woman said firmly, stepping to gently grab her uninjured shoulder. Lya stepped back unsteadily, trying to ignore the hurt look that crossed the woman's face.

"No, no, I can fix this, I just gotta – gotta – "

Last thing she heard was a scream and felt arms catching her as she slipped into darkness.