Chapter 5

As the afternoon sun cast long shadows across Winterfell, Harry received a summons to Lord Stark's solar. With a sense of anticipation mingled with apprehension, he made his way to the heart of the ancient castle, the weight of impending conversation heavy upon his shoulders.

Entering Lord Stark's solar, Harry found himself face to face with the solemn figure of the Northern lord, his expression grave yet measured as he regarded Harry with a steady gaze.

"Harry," Lord Stark began, his voice echoing in the quiet chamber. "I've called you here to discuss matters of great importance."

Harry nodded, his senses keenly attuned to the gravity of the situation. He knew that whatever Lord Stark had summoned him for, it would have far-reaching implications for both himself and the future of Winterfell.

At Lord Stark's unspoken request, Harry wasted no time in casting several protective charms upon the door of the solar. With practiced precision, he wove the intricate incantations of Muffliato to ensure their conversation remained private, the sound of their voices muffled from prying ears.

In addition, Harry employed detection charms to alert them of any approaching individuals, a silent ward against unwanted interruptions. With each charm cast, he felt a surge of magic pulse through the air, the subtle energies intertwining to form an invisible barrier of secrecy and security.

Satisfied that their privacy was ensured, Harry turned to Lord Stark, his expression determined yet focused. "We can speak freely now, my lord."

As Lord Stark relayed the news of Jon Arryn's untimely demise and the impending arrival of King Robert Baratheon to Winterfell, Harry's mind whirred with thoughts.

With a furrowed brow and a thoughtful expression, Harry pieced together the fragments of information, connecting the dots with meticulous precision. He considered the implications of Jon Arryn's death, the potential motives of those involved, and the delicate balance of power within the Seven Kingdoms.

"What do you make of Jon Arryn's death?" Lord Stark enquired.

Harry paused, his mind swiftly assessing the situation. "It's certainly a significant development," he replied, choosing his words carefully. "Jon Arryn was a key figure in the realm, and his sudden death raises many questions."

Lord Stark nodded, his expression grave. "Indeed," he agreed, his tone reflecting the weight of the matter. "There are whispers of foul play surrounding his demise, though nothing concrete as of yet."

Harry inclined his head in acknowledgment. "It's possible that his death may have political implications," he suggested, his mind already considering the various factions and players involved. "His absence could unsettle the delicate balance of power in the realm."

Lord Stark's gaze sharpened, a glint of determination in his eyes. "We must tread carefully and gather as much information as we can," he said, his voice firm with resolve. "The truth behind Jon Arryn's death may hold the key to greater dangers lurking in the shadows."

Harry nodded in agreement, his thoughts racing with possibilities. "Agreed, my lord," he replied, his tone echoing Lord Stark's resolve. "We must remain vigilant and uncover the truth, no matter where it may lead us."

With a shared understanding of the gravity of the situation, Harry and Lord Stark continued their discussion, each determined to unravel the mysteries surrounding Jon Arryn's death and safeguard the future of the realm.

"And what of the other news?" Lord Stark asked

Harry's brows furrowed slightly as he considered Lord Stark's question. "The imminent arrival of King Robert Baratheon is both an opportunity and a challenge," he replied thoughtfully. "On one hand, it presents a chance to strengthen alliances and secure support for House Stark. On the other hand, it brings with it the potential for political maneuvering and intrigue."

Lord Stark nodded, his expression serious. "Indeed," he agreed. "We must be prepared to navigate the complexities of court politics and ensure that Winterfell's interests are safeguarded."

"Given the circumstances surrounding Jon Arryn's death and King Robert's impending visit," Harry began, his voice measured, "it seems likely that the king will seek a new Hand to replace him."

Lord Stark's brow furrowed slightly, his expression thoughtful. "You believe he will ask me to serve as Hand?" he asked, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Harry nodded, his gaze steady. "It's a strong possibility," he replied, his voice confident. "You have the respect and loyalty of the North, and your reputation for honor and integrity precedes you. You are also a close friend to the King. King Robert would be wise to seek your counsel in these troubled times."

Lord Stark considered Harry's words for a moment, a flicker of apprehension crossing his features. "If the king does indeed offer me the position," he said slowly, "it will be a weighty responsibility to bear."

"In light of these events, are you going to tell Jon the truth of his parentage?" Harry asks suddenly.

Harry's question hung in the air, the weight of the truth pressing down on the room. Lord Stark's expression remained stoic, though a flicker of unease passed through his eyes at Harry's revelation.

"You've seen it, then," Lord Stark said quietly, more a statement than a question.

Harry nodded solemnly. "Yes, my lord. I saw the truth of Jon's parentage when I first used Legilimency on you."

Lord Stark sighed heavily, the weight of the secret bearing down on him. "It's a truth I've carried for many years," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "A burden I've borne in silence, for the sake of Jon's safety and the stability of the realm."

Harry regarded Lord Stark with empathy, understanding the difficult position he was in. "But secrets have a way of coming to light, especially in times of turmoil," he pointed out gently. "Perhaps it's time to consider revealing the truth to Jon, before it's discovered through other means."

Lord Stark nodded slowly, a sense of resignation settling over him. "You may be right, Harry," he conceded, his voice tinged with sadness. "The truth may be difficult for Jon to hear, but he deserves to know his heritage."

"If Jon decides that he wants the Throne, will you back his claim?" Harry asks, failing to keep his curiosity in check.

Harry's question pierced the solemn air of Lord Stark's solar, prompting a moment of contemplative silence. Lord Stark regarded Harry with a measured gaze, his expression betraying a hint of apprehension at the implications of Jon's potential claim to the throne.

"It's a question that weighs heavily on my mind," Lord Stark admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "The Iron Throne is a dangerous prize, fraught with peril and treachery. And Jon... Jon is my blood, my son in all but name. I would do anything to protect him, to ensure his safety and happiness."

Harry nodded in understanding, sensing the depth of Lord Stark's devotion to Jon. "But if Jon were to pursue the throne, would you support his claim?" he pressed, his curiosity driving him forward.

Lord Stark's gaze grew distant, his thoughts turning inward as he grappled with the complexities of the situation. "It's not a decision to be made lightly," he replied finally, his voice grave. "The realm is in turmoil, and the path to the throne is fraught with peril. Jon's safety is more important to me than the Iron Throne."

Harry nodded, a sense of respect swelling within him for Lord Stark's unwavering loyalty to his family. "Thank you, my lord," he said sincerely, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Your steadfastness and honor are an inspiration. But do you think that Robert Baratheon, a drunk and a whoremonger, is a good king?"

Harry's question hung in the air, the weight of his words settling over the solemn atmosphere of Lord Stark's solar. Ned's expression remained composed, though a flicker of discomfort crossed his features at the blunt inquiry.

"It's no secret that King Robert has his flaws," Ned conceded, his voice measured yet tinged with concern. "He is a man of great strength and charisma, but... he is not without his vices."

Harry nodded, acknowledging the truth in Ned's words. "But do his virtues outweigh his vices?" he pressed, his curiosity driving him forward.

Ned paused, his gaze distant as he considered the question. "Robert was a hero of the rebellion, a man who fought bravely for his kingdom and his people," he said finally, his voice tinged with respect. "But ruling a kingdom is a different challenge altogether, one that requires wisdom, patience, and foresight."

Harry listened intently, sensing the weight of Ned's words. "And does Robert possess those qualities?" he asked, his curiosity unabated.

Ned's expression grew somber, a hint of sadness clouding his features. "He has his moments," he replied quietly. "But the pressures of the crown have taken their toll on him, and his reign has been marked by turmoil and unrest."

Harry absorbed Ned's words, understanding the complexities of ruling a kingdom. "So, do you think he is a good king?" he asked, seeking clarity amidst the ambiguity.

Ned met Harry's gaze with a solemn nod. "Robert has his faults, but he is still my friend and my king," he said firmly. "And as long as he sits on the Iron Throne, I will serve him to the best of my ability, for the good of the realm."

"Robert is a man of great strength and courage, but as a king, he has failed his people," Harry began, his voice tinged with sorrow. "His penchant for drink and revelry has clouded his judgment, leading to countless mistakes and missteps. His neglect of the realm's affairs has left the kingdom vulnerable to threats from within and without."

Harry's words cut through the air with a stark honesty, each syllable laden with the weight of truth. Lord Stark's expression remained stoic, though a flicker of pain crossed his features as Harry laid bare the harsh realities of King Robert's reign.

He listened in silence, his gaze fixed on Harry with a mixture of resignation and sorrow. Each word struck a chord within him, stirring memories of battles fought and sacrifices made in service to a king who had lost his way.

"His disregard for the plight of his subjects, his refusal to heed the counsel of his advisors, has sown discord and discontent among the nobility and the small folk alike," Harry continued, his voice steady yet laced with emotion. "And his obsession with the past, with reliving the glory days of his youth, has blinded him to the realities of the present."

As Harry spoke, the weight of his words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once proud lord of Winterfell. Lord Stark's shoulders sagged, his resolve tested by the harsh truths laid bare before him.

"But despite his failings, Robert is still my friend, my king," Lord Stark said quietly, his voice tinged with resignation. "And I will continue to serve him, to do my duty to the realm, even as I mourn the loss of the man he once was."

Harry decided to change tactics.

"You say Robert loved Lyanna, but did he truly?" Harry's voice was calm, yet beneath the surface simmered a righteous indignation. "Or was he merely obsessed with the idea of possessing her, of making her his queen, his trophy to be paraded before the realm?"

Harry's words cut through the air with a sharpness that left Lord Stark reeling, each syllable a dagger plunging into his heart. He had long buried the painful memories of Lyanna, his beloved sister, and the tragic events that had torn their family apart. Yet here, in the quiet confines of his solar, those wounds were reopened by the brutal honesty of Harry's assessment.

Lord Stark's breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening at the harshness of Harry's words. He had loved Lyanna with all his heart, had sworn to protect her from harm, yet in the end, he had failed her. And now, to hear her memory tarnished by accusations of a loveless union, it was almost too much to bear.

"Robert's love for Lyanna was genuine, Harry," Lord Stark said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I saw it in his eyes. He may have been brash and reckless, but his love for her was beyond question."

"Then answer me this, Lord Stark," Harry presses on, "How many whores did Robert sleep with while he was fighting the Rebellion?"

Harry's question hung in the air like a heavy fog, enveloping the room in an uncomfortable silence. Lord Stark's jaw clenched involuntarily, his mind recoiling from the implications of Harry's words. The memory of Robert's reckless behavior during the rebellion flashed before his eyes, each image a painful reminder of the man he had once called friend.

"Robert's... indiscretions during the rebellion were... regrettable," Lord Stark began, his voice strained with emotion. "But he was a young man, caught up in the chaos of war and the allure of power. His actions may have been... questionable, but they do not diminish his... his worth as a leader."

But even as he spoke, doubt gnawed at the edges of Ned's resolve, his mind awash with memories of Robert's drunken revelries and shameless liaisons. How could he defend a man whose lust for pleasure had clouded his judgment and jeopardized the very cause for which they had fought?

As the weight of Harry's question bore down upon him, Ned found himself grappling with the conflicting loyalties that tore at his soul, torn between his duty to his king and his commitment to honor and integrity.

Harry's gaze bore into Ned's, unwavering and penetrating, as he pressed forward with his line of questioning. "But how many lives were lost, how many families torn apart, while Robert indulged in his pleasures?" Harry's voice was measured, yet edged with a righteous anger that brooked no dissent. "How can we justify his actions when they cost so many lives?"

Ned felt the weight of Harry's words like a physical blow, each syllable a hammer striking at the foundations of his loyalty and allegiance. He had sworn oaths to Robert, had stood by his side through triumph and tragedy, but now, in the face of Harry's unrelenting scrutiny, those oaths felt like chains binding him to a cause he could no longer fully embrace.

"Robert's... shortcomings are... undeniable," Ned conceded, his voice heavy with resignation. "But he is still... my king, and I... I am duty-bound to serve him."

Yet even as he spoke the words, a seed of doubt took root in Ned's heart, a nagging uncertainty that whispered of the compromises he had made and the sacrifices he had endured in service to a man whose flaws threatened to undo them all.

Harry's voice once again cut through the tense air, his words like shards of ice as he broached a topic that had long been buried beneath layers of political intrigue and personal loyalties.

"And what of Elia Martell and her children?" Harry's voice was low, but each syllable carried the weight of a lifetime of injustice. "Were their lives not worth more than Robert's lust for power?"

Ned felt a chill run down his spine at the mention of Elia Martell and the tragic fate that had befallen her and her innocent children. The memory of their brutal murders cast a dark shadow over his conscience, a reminder of the atrocities committed in the name of ambition and vengeance.

"Elia and her children..." Ned's voice trailed off, his thoughts consumed by the specter of their senseless deaths. "Their blood stains the hands of those who sought to claim the Iron Throne, a stain that can never be washed away."

In that moment, Ned found himself confronting the harsh realities of the world in which he lived, a world where justice was often overshadowed by power and privilege. And as he met Harry's unwavering gaze, he knew that the young wizard saw through the veneer of nobility and honor, to the dark heart that beat beneath.

Harry's voice carried a weight of conviction as he confronted Ned with a truth that had long been buried beneath layers of loyalty and duty. "Lord Eddard Stark," he began, his tone measured but firm, "you are renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms as a man of unimpeachable honor, a man who has never wavered in his commitment to truth. But in truth, you are deceiving yourself."

Ned's brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze fixed intently on Harry as he awaited the young wizard's next words. He had always prided himself on his steadfast adherence to honor and integrity, but now, faced with Harry's unwavering scrutiny, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt gnawing at the edges of his conscience.

"You speak of Robert Baratheon as a good man and a noble king, a man who loved your sister Lyanna with all his heart," Harry continued, his voice steady but tinged with a note of challenge. "But the truth, Lord Stark, is that Robert is a flawed and broken man, consumed by his own desires and insecurities."

Ned's jaw clenched as Harry's words struck a nerve, forcing him to confront the painful reality of his own illusions. For years, he had clung to the idealized image of his friend and king, refusing to acknowledge the cracks that lay beneath the surface. But now, faced with Harry's unflinching honesty, he could no longer ignore the truth that had been staring him in the face all along.

Harry's words hung heavy in the air, their weight sinking deep into the chambers of Ned's troubled mind. The young wizard's unwavering conviction sent a shiver down Ned's spine, stirring a tumult of conflicting emotions within him.

"Jon on a bad day would be a better king than Robert on a good day," Harry asserted, his voice cutting through the silence with a clarity that left no room for doubt. It was a bold declaration, one that laid bare the stark contrast between the flawed ruler who currently sat upon the Iron Throne and the untested bastard who stood poised on the brink of destiny.

Ned felt a surge of apprehension mingled with a strange sense of possibility, as if Harry's words had illuminated a path that he had never dared to tread before. For years, he had borne the weight of secrets and half-truths, clinging to the fragile illusion of stability in a world teetering on the edge of chaos. But now, confronted with the stark reality of Harry's insight, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was another way—a path that led not to the familiar comforts of tradition and duty, but to the uncertain promise of change and renewal.

As Harry turned to leave, his gaze locked with Ned's for a fleeting moment, a silent understanding passing between them. In that moment, Ned glimpsed the glimmer of a future yet unwritten, a future shaped not by the dictates of the past, but by the boldness of those willing to seize the reins of destiny and forge their own path through the tangled webs of fate.

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