The Hangover

Prolouge

A 23 year old raven haired male dressed in a black leather jacket over a red and gold flannel shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black converse groaned as he woke up. "Oh God where am I?" He said in a thick London accent as he sat up his emerald green eyes scanned the area. "Best look around."

The male stood his body groaning as he got his footing he cracked his back with a healthy series of pops. That he moaned afterwards. He searched through the room he was in finding it was a prison cell. "Fuck me."

Elsewhere

A bushy brown haired woman around the age of 24 dressed in a large emerald jumper, a pair of black leggings and a pair of trainers awakened in a rather expensive looking bedroom furnished in Grey's and Blues. "Ow. Where am i?" She asked her voice had a thick though refined British Accent

"You are in Winterfell milady. We found you not an hour ago when my son Robb came upon you during a hunt." A man with a deep and soothing baritone voice said.

"Was there anyone with me a male with Raven hair perhaps?" She asked.

"Nay he found you alone dressed as you are with an odd stick and a dagger both of which was in sheathes they are on the Nighttable." The man said. "Who is the man you are looking for?"

"My friend Harry Potter." She said as she stood up. "My name is Hermione Granger."

"My name is Eddard of the house Stark" the now named Eddard Stark said.

"I hope Harry isn't Hurt." Hermione said as she sighed.

With Harry timeskip

Harry was now dressed in a suit of armor that was oddly comfortable to wear that was made from a dark cloudy metal that seemed light enough to run he had found several swords that had lit aflame when he unsheathed them. He had found a mask made from the same material that stuck to his face changed his voice and hid his identity from all. He found the deathly hallows in a bag with the sword of Gryffindor and a rather large amounts of gold and gems. He had put the sword of Gryffindor on his right hip and one of five swords he found on his back. He had Decided to add to his ensemble by wearing the cloak of invisibility that had turned into a tatered furlined cloak after Harry's 21st birthday its hood when drawn up made him invisible and unseen by all including magical means. Harry had found a crown that glowed in his touch he just put it in the bag. He found several feminine sets of armor that matched his when he finally left the citadel he felt naked without a wand he decided to start using the elder wand that he sheathed in his right Vambrace. He had left Valyria as he found out the name when he raided the library. He had left the Citadel a month ago and during his month of travel he had earned the name Athdrivar which translates to 'Walks with Death' among the Dothraki peoples on the account of his Ferocity in a fight and he hasn't lost a single encounter. Having hobbled into a Dothraki caravan after a week asking for food He decided to help the caravan by healing their Khal after a rather hard skirmish. "Athdrivar do you have thoughts on this?" The Khal he healed asked him as he walked in shocking the two visitors. A pair of siblings a male and female both with silver hair and violet eyes the male was dressed finely in silks and such. The female was dressed in a beautiful cotton gown.

Harry's now ionic mask covered his entire face an odd substance that Harry couldn't figure out made a T across the face of the mask he wore allowing him to see. "I think we should only welcome the girl." Harry said.

"How dare you wear that armor!?" The boy said.

"Silence Boy." The Khal said in anger. "He has earned it unlike you!"

"Viserys calm down." The girl said.

"I would listen to the girl." Harry said as he the boy growled.

"I am King of--" The boy was cut off by Harry who casted a Silent Silencio. The boy began to silently yell at everyone.