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Game of Magic	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 6643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-When the Cold Breath of Darkness Descends
- 2-When the Fire Burns Brigther
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- 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from both the Harry Potter Universe or from Game of Thrones. They all belong to J.K Rowling and George R.R. Martin respectively.
Author's Note: Hello everyone! Sorry if I have updated too long for you! I have a hard time finishing up this chapter. I had a lot of things I plan to put in this chapter, but I decided that it would be better to reveal everything bit by bit. So I cut down this chapter into around 9k+ instead the 11k+.
Anyway, before you read this chapter. If you like, you can listen to an epic soundtrack in youtube while you imagine the fight scene. (I mayhap went overboard with this chapter, but hopefully some of you would like the action scene.) You just research "The Power of Epic Music" in youtube and just pick the one with the highest views. Or you can listen to this soundtrack, which is called 'Never Surrender' by Phantom Power Music. I love the "Never Surrender" track because this is what I hear playing in the background, when I imagine Hermione giving her speech right before facing the undead army. You try to listen to that one and perhaps you can reimagine what this chapter is going to be.
WARNING: Over rated fight scene, Over exaggeration of Hermione's power, Almost God-Like Hermione, Over dramatic reaction from the people and over dramatic speeches. Anyway, you have been warned. So if you don't like those kind of things, kindly please do not flame me for it. Thank you!
Summary: Reborn as a wildling, Hermione is used to the harsh life beyond the wall. She is used to the bitter cold, to the countless deaths and to the suffering of her people. However, as the second-in-command to Karsi, Hermione will stop at nothing to protect her people from the threat that loom closer to their home. And when the dead finally encroach their lands, Hermione is ready for them. After all, she is the Mistress of Death, and not even the necromancers from the Land of Always Winter can stop her.
"In the Game of Magic, it doesn't matter who sits on the Iron throne. What matters most is surviving The Long Night, and who ever wields the most power in the Kingdom-Beyond-the-Wall."
MUST KNOW
*words written in:
Italic - internal monologue
Bold - magical spells/ charms / curses

PREVIOUSLY...
Hermione scrutinized the enemy soldiers as they began moving again. She observed as their movements were more measured and careful - an indication that the Night's King was not taking any risk to lose his remaining army to an enemy with strange powers - an enemy which sent nearly half the bulk of his undead soldiers out of commission...
To the Night's King, Hermione was a mysterious contender in the Kingdom-Beyond-the-Wall…
A new player in a game..
In a Game of Magic for those who had the power.
And the odds were now even, when she had Death by her side.
Because she was, after all...
The Mistress of Death.

AT HARDHOME
As the legion of undead started moving, the free folks moved as well. They were still a lot of people who haven't pass through the wards yet, but fortunately Hermione's last attack had given them a good head start before the wights fully recovered.
Of course, those who were not magical could not see or feel a thing, when they pass through the blood ward. Despite that some of the free folks were skinchanger (warg) or greenseer, the magic that Hermione exhibited were beyond their grasp. Thus, Hermione wasn't surprise when they pass through her blood ward without a second glance over it.
Although, it doesn't change the fact that they seemed to be aware of her now - more so than ever - after the impressive feat which Hermione had pulled against the army. For certain, they had seen her drew that blazing arrow, where she had sent it exploding towards the cliff with a simple 'Bombarda Maxima', which then toppled and destroyed nearly half of the enemy ranks.
As a consequence, there were more than a hundred pairs of eyes staring at her from every direction. People who were closely watching her with a variety of emotions in their eyes, but most were definitely shock, or surprise.
Nonetheless, Hermione averted her eyes and ignored them all. She still had other things to do of vital importance. Then without further ado, she carefully straightened up and rapidly apparated to the docks. Albeit she allowed the heat around her to simmer down and her runes to dim out before she vanished from her spot with a crack.
The docks were already in uproar, when Hermione arrived there shortly. A multitude of her people were trying to swim away due to the lack of boats and some were scrambling around in sheer panic. Others, however, were drawn to the sight of the still struggling corpse army under the bulk of a giant ice sheet.
The dock was a cacophony of noises. There were screams of pain from the wounded, the confused shouts of persons in search for their love ones, the hopeless crying of the desperate and the angry yelling of men who were fighting for weapons, and other essentials for survival.
It was utter chaos.
And because of these, Hermione was able to apparate in the area undetected. The distinctive crack of apparition – which signalled her appearance - was barely audible through the high-volume of noises.
She appeared behind a collapsed tent, where she could hear a crowd talking loudly ahead of her, and were observing the surge of fleeing refugees.
"What happened?!" A woman yelled to a man, who just came among the fleeing crowd.
"We do not know yet, but many saw an explosion up the cliffside." Another wildling, perhaps from the frozen shore clan, answered as he pointed out towards a certain area. "Then, half of it fell down on top of the oncoming army."
"We saw nothin'!" A Thenn man interjected. "We only heard a loud BOOM - like the sound of thunder, and-"
"Do you know what it was that caused it?!"
"Some saw a white light before the cliff fell, but no one knows where it came from."
"Do you think-"
Hermione didn't wait to hear what the woman said next since she was already moving.
The docks was a sea of pressed bodies as she manoeuvred through in search for the place, where she had tied her boat last. Due to the number of heads towering over her, Hermione was able to walk unnoticed. Likewise she could not see the deathless soldiers from where she stood, but she was certain that they were a good distance from her people. It was good thing that the docks were located at the edge of the free folk city. And after Hermione had impeded their frontal assault twice, this alone would have given her people sufficient time to gather in the wharf and evacuate without being attacked by their enemies.
Once she arrived at her destination, Hermione discovered that someone was already rowing her boat away from the docks. She saw the familiar faces currently using it. Jon Snow, Tormund and the others had apparently taken the only boat tied at the docks, and were now slowly drifting over the frigid waters.
They were all distracted that they failed to even see her standing at the wooden planks of the quay. Their eyes were fixed at a certain point in the distance - mayhap where the scattered undead legion was - while there were different levels of shock written all over their faces, even the others were openly gaping at the scene in front of them, mainly the men from the Night's Watch – not including Jon Snow of course. The Lord Commander merely look wide-eyed and disconcerted about the turn of events.
Yet Hermione didn't as much as acknowledge them - or the people who were scrambling and talking around her - as she began enacting her next step to save everyone as possible.
Since there were no longer boats left, and for the free folks to successfully evacuate Hardhome, they needed a small vessel to take them to the waiting ships anchored in the deep waters. Therefore, Hermione had to create boats which could fit more than fifteen persons. In this way, this would efficiently clear the city fast - granting that they would do so in an orderly fashion.
Soon after, Hermione began transfiguring the stones, and other inanimate objects she could find into boats. And with the potent power still running in her veins, Hermione slowly created more than a hundred boats in two minutes. Be that as it may, that much power used, has great consequences.
Hermione needed to act fast or else she would lose control of that power. She knew that she had a less than twenty minutes left before the potent magic would start destroying her from the inside.
Hermione had been transfiguring the last batches of wooden boats that she failed to notice the noises around her seemed to have fallen into a hush silence. A silence which was punctuated by low murmurs and soft whispers – and the occasional muffled exclamation of pain and woeful crying - from the congregation of people, who had stood transfixed at the sight of pebbles, rocks and other things that changed into boats.
Their eyes had grown wider, and wider as the boats had gradually appeared and increased in numbers, from twelve to fifty, then to ninety until it reached a hundred more while Hermione worked her magic.
The throng of people were staring at her in absolute awe that they had almost forgotten the encroaching deathless infantry not too far away. Some even tried to peer over the heads of others just to catch a glimpse of her while some tried to press closer to where she stood by elbowing another person.
Later, they began to wonder out loud who she was.
"Who is she?" Hermione vaguely heard someone asked while she was just transfiguring the last boat, and all the while, trying her best to ignore the nearly thousand stares that were now glued on her.
"That's Jean. Karsis' second-in-command." Someone murmured from the growing crowd of onlookers, who had now clearly forgotten to flee with the sight of her astonishing power - or perhaps the sight of someone who gave them hope.
"I know of her! She's called Jean the Untouched by most of her clansmen. But I have never heard that she wields that kind of power." said a man with a face painted in green, one of the cave dwellers.
"Aye! I have heard of her as well! But as Jean the Undefeated! I heard that not one of her challenger had ever defeated her in combat." informed another from the Thenn clan.
"Except she had been defeated by someone!" One man interjected, and Hermione tensed at his statement, her hand stilling mid-flick.
"One man had defeated her, and it was that snake, Natha-"
"Do not speak of his name, you fool!" This time, a woman cut in sharply. "His name is cursed!"
Before long, Hermione turned her attention to them at last, and immediately they seemed to freeze at her piercing stare. Inwardly, she was in turmoil at the mention of THAT man.
Yet Hermione could not afford to be distracted. The man they spoke of was long dead, and it was she, who plunge the blade into his chest as a payment for the atrocity he had committed amongst their people.
That man was no more, and the people had better make peace with it.
Hermione's glowing eyes swept over the people that crowded the docks, and carefully assessed them as they eventually hushed down.
Silence reigned...
A charge silence just right before an impending battle.
Waiting…
They were waiting for her to guide them…
Hermione could read what was on their minds, and she didn't agree with any of them.
"With that kind of power she can save our city! She can help us stop the army of wights!" One man thought as Hermione caught his eyes while the others thought the same.
"She is a Goddess come down to help usl!"
"We can fight back the wights with her on our side!"
"She can help us take the lands from those fuckin' kneelers of the south!"
Hermione had hid her powers from her people simply to prevent such thoughts from ever entering their minds. Their thoughts proved what she had feared all along.
All the same, no matter how powerful she could be, Hermione was no Goddess - even when she was the Mistress of Death - her power had limits. After all, wielding such kind of power is akin to wielding a sword without a hilt. It didn't matter if the blade was the sharpest in the history of men, when in the end your hand would bleed all the same.
Unfortunately, Hermione could not defeat the army, The Night's King and his Thirteen all at once...Perhaps Hermione could do it, but she had to ultimately sacrificed herself in able to do it, which Hermione did not intend to do at all... However, if it came to that point, she would definitely do it.
In the meantime, she had to focused more on her people, where most of them wanted to engage their enemy into battle.
Yes, they were the free folks. They were strong and steadfast and had gone through a hundred battles to survive in that frozen wasteland. Nonetheless, fighting against something that could not be killed easily would not be wise at this point.
Unless...
Unless they had allies and weapons. Allies who had the fire power, and thousands of armies at their disposal, and weapons like Valyrian steel or dragon glass, which Jon had promised the latter, but in exchange for the free folks allegiance to fight alongside the southerners, when it was time to call to arms.
Although, the dragon glass that Jon had brought was still not enough for all of them. Hermione knew that there were more in Dragonstone and Asshai from what she had gathered, and this was the only chance that all of them could survive in the Long Night. Apart from that, there were said to be living dragons on the other side of the wall. For certain, the White Walkers could not stand against THAT.
Then it is inevitable that all the free folk must head to the South...
South towards The Wall...
To the Seven Kingdoms...
NOW!
Hermione could feel the blood ward slowly diminishing. She could distinctly sense some undead soldiers getting incinerated while others had started using weapons to attack the barrier.
And without hesitation, Hermione used a sonorous charm to amplify her voice to reach everyone; from across the shorelines and even over the frigid waters, where Jon Snow and his company were staying afloat on their boat. Their eyes finally on her - had been for a while - but she didn't know this of course as Hermione finally shouted.
"I KNOW YOU WANT TO FIGHT! I KNOW YOU WANT TO DEFEAT THE UNDEAD ARMY!" Hermione began, her booming voice resonated across the valley and even carry towards the ships that bobbed up and down over the ebbing tides. Hermione noted that there were people peering from the main deck as well, their eyes were set on her and the silent congregation that stood around the docks and even in the waist-deep waters.
The crowd around her were stunned speechless at the volume of her voice. But they were listening, and that's what Hermione wanted.
"BUT THIS CAN NOT BE DONE WITHOUT THE RIGHT WEAPONS IN YOUR HANDS!" She continued, staring them all down and trying to drive some sense into those men, who were anticipating for a full-blown battle. They were mostly Thenns, hard-headed as mules with their unquenchable lust for battle and blood.
"WEAPONS THAT CAN ONLY BE FOUND IN THE SOUTH OF THE WALL! WHERE YOU MUST GO!" Hermione declared as she straightened up into her full height, which wasn't much since she's still seventeen summer's old.
Time was running out.
All her people had crossed the wards, but they stood there uncertain whether to fight for their city or leave, and they seemed to wait for Hermione to guide them.
"I KNOW HARDHOME WAS ONCE OUR CITY! BUT WE ARE NO SOUTHERNERS! THERE IS NO LAND AND NO KING THAT BOUND US HERE! WE ARE THE FREE FOLKS! AND OUR HOME IS WHERE OUR PEOPLE IS!" Hermione shouted as the mass of pressed bodies listened on in rapt attention. Oblivious to the fact that the horde of wights on the other side of the wards had stopped attacking, and was now quietly reforming their ranks. Their movements coordinated and methodical while they were now taking weapons and shields from the fallen – whether from the dead Thenns, or one of their limbless own, where they armed themselves to the teeth.
"AND NO CURSE LAND IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR PEOPLE! WE MUST LEAVE THIS PLACE AND FIND A NEW HOME! A PLACE WHERE WE CAN PREPARE OURSELVES FOR THE BATTLE FOR THE DAWN!" Hermione shouted while the crowd nodded and murmured in agreement, yet they still hadn't moved from their spot.
"Perhaps they needed more to convince them?" Hermione surmised, and so she proceeded on.
"BECAUSE A WAR WITHOUT WEAPONS IS NO WAR AT ALL! BUT A MASSACRE! REMEMBER OUR FALLEN BROTHERS AND SISTERS! DO NOT LET THEIR DEATH BE IN VAIN! FOR THEY WOULD HAVE WANTED US TO LIVE LONG, AND FAR AWAY FROM THOSE WHO SEEK TO DESTROY US! IF YOU STAY BEHIND, THEN YOU WILL SUFFER THE SAME FATE AS THEM!" Hermione finished at last and instantly started sending the boats into the water, where it began to drift and slowly move forward.
A part of the crowd noticed this. At first, they seemed to glance at each other in hesitation before they shortly began running towards the boats.
Then, chaos ensued.
Some threw themselves over the icy waters and began swimming for the drifting boats while some were shoving each other to get to the ones that were nearer to the docks. There were shouts and cries as they began to fight for the vessels that would take them to the ships.
Hermione wanted to sigh at the sight of those minor skirmishes. But couldn't as she instantly use her magic to guide those who were struggling.
"PLEASE! THERE ARE ENOUGH BOATS FOR EVERYONE! FIGHTING EACH OTHER WOULD DO MORE HARM THAN GOOD! IT WOULD ONLY DELAY YOUR ESCAPE! INSTEAD, YOU SHOULD HELP EACH OTHER!" Hermione yelled as she raced her hand and flicked her wrist, and those who were swimming were now immediately placed safely into their boats, and with another twist of her other wrist, Hermione sent them on their way.
However, despite the fact that most of the free folks had start evacuating, there were still others who stood dumbfounded around her. Hermione wanted to shake all of them, but opted to shout at them instead.
"What are you waiting for?! GO!"
The men and women who had been staring open-mouthed at her, finally regained their senses and acted. Thereafter, more and more people began wading through the waters, shouting and splashing, trying to climb over the boats that were enchanted to set sail towards the awaiting ships.
Hermione knew that forcing people to swim into that freezing water was a bit cruel of her, but she didn't have much time left, and the power inside her churned in warning. She could feel it burning her magical core. The combine use of magic on her bloods wards and the other spells had finally taken a toll on Hermione's body.
There was blood dripping from her nose and Hermione hastily wiped it away. Her healing rune flickered a second later and stayed activated.
"Fifteen minutes." Hermione thought as she watched the free folks began to orderly vacate the docks. She occasionally helped those who needed the most assistance, but she decided to direct her attention on keeping the blood wards activated for another minute or two.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Without warning, the ground vibrated slightly as the enemy started to make their presence known once again.
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
A thousand pairs of feet stomped across the frozen tundra in a manner that sent everyone into panic once more. Thankfully, not enough to cause a great disruption as they continued to climb hurriedly on their boats as orderly as they could.
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
A moment later, they started to bang their weapons simultaneously against their shields made of different types of wood or metal while they wielded weapons that ranged from a long sword, halberd, spear, war hammer, mace and so on. Weapons which they had probably obtained over the years, or even centuries after they were made a thrall.
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
No matter what weapons they held, they used these to create as much noise as they could that reverberated throughout the area. The undead must be doing this as well to frighten most of the men and women into a terrified frenzy. Fortunately, the people didn't.
While on the docks, one by one, the boats departed.
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
The last boat left the docks, and Hermione watched her people speed away. Their eyes remained fix on her as she stood there alone on the wooden planks of the small quay.
Their eyes silently inquired, "What do you intend to do next?", which Hermione didn't grace with an answer.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
She had eight minutes left before the wards would vanish and the army would swarm the rest of Hardhome.
Hermione could see Jon, Tormund and the rest, who still hadn't moved their boat from the same spot after her talk. They look uncertain as they regarded her.
Wun wun was already on the ship, and Hermione could see the dozen or so giant figures standing there and looking in her direction while alongside them were the small figures of men, women and children looking on from the main deck of the ship, and silently watching her.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
The wind blew softly against her hair, whipping her chestnut curls behind her while her glowing white eyes surveyed all of them…
Her people.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
"Jean! What are you still doing there?!" Jon Snow finally called out, his voice sounded slightly hesitant. "Are you not going to leave?!"
Hermione shook her head at him. "Go now, Jon Snow! Lead the people to the south! My job here is not yet done!" She shouted back, half-turning to look where the flock of undead soldiers lay waiting beyond the wards, still making that awful noise that might send ordinary men running for the hills.
However, Hermione was far from ordinary...
She was a Gryffindor for a reason in her past life.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
"Jean! You better come back alive, you brat!" Tormund yelled as they began to row rapidly again while Jon stood there looking torn between returning for her and heading back to the ships. His grey eyes never leaving hers, but Hermione shook her head again.
"No," her adamant gaze said to him. "My people needs you there, Lord Commander. Take them to the south of the wall safely."
Jon seemed to have understood Hermione's stubborn expression since he nodded in the end, albeit reluctantly.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
"Come back." was his simple words that carried towards her as they moved further and further away.
"Your people will need your strength, when the battle for the dawn begins!"
"It has already began, Jon Snow." She thought while she nodded in ascent. "It has already began even before they came to our city..."
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
"Don't forget Karsis' children, Jean!" Tormund yelled at her, cupping his hands on either side of his face to magnify his voice. "Johnna and Brenda will surely be waiting for your return!"
At the reminder, Hermione's heart gave a slight twinge, but she promptly pushed the emotions at the back of her mind while she slowly strode to face her enemy.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
"Do not worry, Tormund! I always come back!" Hermione shouted in return and laughed afterwards.
But her laughter died down the second her gaze landed on the rotting corpses and bone-white skeletons that were currently making that annoying thumping sounds.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
The army was ready for her…
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
But, Hermione was ready for them a long time ago…
The wind picked up once again as Hermione released her magic outwards. The gust of heated wind became a cyclone around her while her radiant white eyes stayed fixed on the army.
A second after, steam rose up from the melted ice underneath her feet while she fed her runes with magic.
"Two minutes left until the wards collapses." Hermione thought.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump – Thump. THUMP!
Hermione's fate was uncertain at this point. She had used too much concentrated magic that it was affecting her body entirely.
As a consequence, this could even make her lose her magic forever…
And when worst came to worst, Hermione would have to use that rune for power that would allow her to control that raw magic for a short while.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
She scrutinized the army a long way from her. She noted that the undead soldiers, which had initiated the frontal assault were only from the Night's King light infantry.
She hadn't seen a rotting hide or hair from the cavalry, where she knew that they had brought their corpse horses and ice spiders. Nor had Hermione seen their leagues of undead archers or heavy infantry, which Hermione could deduce that they were stationed somewhere else.
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
Thump - Thump. THUMP!
..
THUMP!
Hermione tensed as the undead legion abruptly stopped. Her hands twitched against the bow in her right hand as she regarded the silent and stationary infantry.
"This doesn't bode well at all..." She began in thought.
When suddenly...
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, came the sharp noises when a thousand arrows pierced through the air as it arched up and blotted out the sky – arrows that came from the other part of the cliff, where Hermione finally discovered the enemy archers had hidden themselves in.
The noise that the infantry had created might have been to disguise the movements of their supporting fire while they positioned themselves at that part of the cliff. It was an advantageous point to launch an attack against the vulnerable people in the boats that were still crossing the water, as well as the crowd that gathered in the anchored ships.
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, SWISH
The volley of arrows descended unto the people amidst frightened screams and panicked shouts, and even the giants let out a resounding roar in fury.
"DOYS TUR MOG DUR!"
"NO!"
"HELP US!"
"THE OLD GOD'S ABOVE, SAVE US!"
"JEAN!"
They all screamed, and Hermione's eyes flashed a brilliant gold as her hand shot out, and another barrier materialize to protect the people from the oncoming attack; a strong shield charm that would stay with them throughout their journey to the south, which had ultimately weakened Hermione after she had used her life force to strengthen it.
"As long as I draw breath, nothing shall harm you throughout your journey to the south, my people." Hermione thought as a golden shield appeared in the air. Afterwards, she sent the boats speeding further, and further away from the archers' range of fire while the arrows fell uselessly against the shield charm. A shower of sparks lighting up the air, where the broad arrows heads made a relentless PING-PING-PING sounds as it continued to slam into the barrier, instead of flesh which would have inflict serious injuries, and even perhaps kill more of her people in one wave.
And underneath the golden shimmer in the air, was the sight of the last six dozen boats sweeping swiftly over the sea, which broke swells that left a line of seafoam and a spray of ice cold water in its wake. Meanwhile, on the deep waters, the clanging of iron chains could be heard as the anchor lifted off from the seafloor of their own volition, where thereafter the prow of the ships gradually turned in a different direction, towards the south.
The free folks had finally quietened down as their grateful eyes were drawn to the short form left standing on the small wharf. A figure who was currently gasping for breath while her runes flickered on and off when her magic destabilized.
The line of boats speeding away would have made a wonderful sight to behold, if not for the fact that there was blood trickling from the corners of Hermione's eyes, and from her nose as well.
The instant Hermione had lost her focus, the blood ward had slowly disintegrated. At present, she strained and gritted her teeth as she tried to fully activate her runes, even when it nearly made her heart stutter as she did so.
Thereupon, Hermione drew on that magical residue around her, and promptly felt her body protesting at the constant abuse of consuming and containing that large amount of raw magic inside her. Nonetheless, if Hermione wanted to destroy the Night's King legion, she would have to use the rune for power…
When the blood had stopped pouring, and her face cleaned off from the crimson stains, Hermione turned her attention to the enemy at last, who had finally discovered that her blood ward was no longer there.
After a couple of experimental throws, the deathless troops didn't take a second to come surging forward, when their weapons – and some sacrificial wights - didn't hit anything in the air.
The ground trembled as the horde of deathless soldiers came for her with their weapons raised and their shields up, and at the same time, Hermione was swiftly bombarded by a thousand arrows from the other direction.
Hastily, she cast a strong shield charm to defend herself from the airborne attacks. Her action, however, caused a hairline crack to appear on her magical core while the flow of her magic became erratic.
"I will lose control any second now if I do not use that rune soon…" Hermione thought as she finally activated the rune for power for the first time in her life.
With the rune for power, Hermione could now take control of that raw magical residue without breaking her completely, but she knew that it would only be a temporary solace.
Nevertheless, she had no other choice, her situation was becoming dire. Hermione needed the rune to help her keep the potent power inside her stable. This would also allow her to use different spells at the same time without much trouble. That, or she would end up killing everyone within a hundred mile radius, and her for that matter, when she lost control…
Everything around her burn bright red at the intense heat she emanated.
"Now or never." Hermione thought as she quickly banished her bow and her quiver of arrows to somewhere safe, where she could summon later.
And in a spur of a moment, Hermione used a sonorous charm to carry her voice towards the people over the waters, who were now watching her with worry in their eyes. They had finally reached the ships, where they were being hauled slowly up into the main deck as the ship skimmed away.
"HEAR ME! MY PEOPLE!" Hermione called out, still looking at the closing army while a hail of arrows still tried to penetrate through her shield.
PING-PING-PING it went as the bodkin arrowheads hit her barrier that caused sparks to fly, which in turn illuminated her inside.
"LOOK THERE! IT IS NOT THE END OF ALL HUMANITY WHEN THEY COME!" She yelled as the army led on a thunderous charged towards her.
"DO NOT BE AFRAID! FOR WHEN THERE IS FIRE, THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE!" Hermione shouted as she simultaneously drove her palms forward, like pushing a wall through air where she snapped, "Ignis Moerus!"
Instantly, a high wall of fire erupted from the ground, where Hermione then clenched both of her hands and hurriedly thought "Terra Fossa!" to create a ditch that she hid behind the wall of fire.
Part of the permafrost ground crumbled downwards just as the infantry - where soldiers carrying spears at the front – fell into the ditch with their spears heads instantly impaling into the softened ground, and where the wood wobbled and then stilled, and all the while, burning bodies consequently hurtled into the trap that Hermione had set, which would in turn delay the deathless legion somewhat.
However, others probably knew what was going on because they were suddenly leaping through the fire and over the ditch, where they successfully landed on the other side and resumed their charge as they burned.
"SO KEEP THE FIRE BURNING THROUGHOUT THE LONG NIGHT!" Hermione resumed as her rune of power flared hot on her back after expending that amount of magic - from shoulder to waist it burned while her face was set in determine expression.
"REMEMBER!" Hermione shouted, her radiant eyes blazing fiercely as she stared head on unto the burning wights that kept on bounding towards her.
"FOR WHEN THE FIRE BURNS! THE UNDEAD ARMY SHALL BURN ALONG WITH IT! THIS, I PROMISE!" She declared one final time before she shortly whipped her right hand forward with her palm faced down, just as an ear-splitting roar rent the air when thousands upon thousands of voices started clamouring for her.
"JEAN! JEAN! JEAN! JEAN!"
Their combine shouts, screams and cries caused a slight tremor to run throughout the valley.
"When the time comes… when the world descends into darkness." A voice told her after she had killed a certain man. "You shall know the words, when you call upon this sword. Wield it well, and all the darkness shall flee before you."
"It is time…" Hermione thought as she clenched her left hand beside her.
Then, Hermione began to chant.
"Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.
Bring forth the fire that burn and crush."
The people hadn't stopped their deafening roar of defiance even when a red summoning circle appeared beneath Hermione's feet.
Soon after, her runes on her body pulsated from white to gold as the magic inside her shifted.
She continued to chant as she recalled the other words the voice had told her.
"I call upon the heaven's fire into my hands,"
"However…only call upon it, if it is of great need."
"To erase the blight from these accursed lands."
"For once it disappears from your hand…"
"A flame to free these souls for death to claim,"
"…it can never appear again."
"Until there are no deathless shall remain."
The horde of undead was just two minutes away from her as she finished her summoning chant while a flaming red sword materialize in her right hand in front of her - a red sword that blazed with a scorching fire; a fire so intense that her clothes were incinerated the instant it shimmered into existence.
Ashes and fiery embers drifted and swirled into the air after the fire consumed most of her clothing. A moment later, Hermione stood naked in the middle of the permafrost land while the fire and heat became a fiery scarlet vortex around her. Burning and raging.
The enemy archers had stopped firing their rain of arrows at last. Their leader probably thought it unwise to waste their arrows against an enemy with an impenetrable barrier.
"Fifteen seconds before enemy engagement." She mentally counted as her rune of power grew hotter and hotter on her back, until she could feel it etched through skin, muscle and bone as the potent power dug deeper into her system. Her rune was sucking so much power, and at the same time, it was trying to force the power to bend it to her will.
Despite its prior usefulness, it was not enough as Hermione felt the hairline crack on her magical core widened.
"Ten," She began counting backwards as she slowly moved the red sword to her side, shifting into a battle stance while her brilliant white eyes stared at the enemy.
"Armis Indu!" Hermione commanded and there was a small red summoning circle that flashed at the centre of her chest, where one tiny rune glowed red among the other unlighted runes there before the circle vanished in a blink.
"Nine,"
All of a sudden, flames burst out from the air, where a gleaming red and gold armour bedecked by red firestones appeared. As the red breastplate emerged, it quickly attached into Hermione's upper torso, along with a gold fauld and tasset which wrapped around her hips and thighs.
"Eight,"
It was soon followed by a red pair of sabatons and greaves to cover her knees and feet, and a gold pair of glinting gauntlets, vambrace and couter for her hands and arms.
Less than a second later, the golden griffin carved on her red breast plate, burst into flames which then roared to life before it started to spout out fire that spread to her surroundings.
"Seven,"
Hermione's head remained unprotected as her brown curls whipped from the scorching wind, whereas there was now a large column of fire which rose up around her.
"Six,"
Red, hot fire engulfed her red and gold armour. But despite the unnatural heat, the extraordinary metal never grew hot as it burned brilliantly, like a bleeding star that could even be seen from a mile away.
"Five,"
Hermione's eyes changed from white to gold and then back again as her rune of power continued to siphon that magical residue from the air.
Most of the wights were able to cross her trap, and now they drew nearer and nearer to her, unafraid of the threat she posed…
"One,"
Hermione didn't wait for the enemy to arrive, because she unexpectedly crouched low and took off at break-neck speed. All her runes flaring to life until she was nothing, but a red and white light streaking towards the horde of deathless soldiers.
"Never let it go, or the darkness shall swallow you whole." The disembodied voice had warned her right before it had faded from her mind.
And Hermione took the warning to heart as she charged forward while she gripped the flaming red sword tightly in her right hand. Her eyes shown like a pair of white starlights in her bright figure.
She would not let go of the sword until she had sent all the deathless soldiers to the afterlife...
...
Not too far away, over the frigid waters, where a hundred boats sailed, and a thousand pair of eyes watched the scene unfold.
One man muttered, "Lightbringer," as he saw the fiery sword that blazed from the distance.
"The Red Sword of Heroes."
And another man - a crow this time - who murmured. "By the God's… She is Azor Ahai… Azor Ahai come again!"
Then, there was a strong BOOOOM! from a far, right before the horizon was suddenly bathed in a flash of blinding-white light.
...
At the battlefield.
Before the fiery figure could clash against the enemy ranks, she abruptly skidded to a halt, which left scorch marks on the ground. At the same time, she pivoted to the side.
"Burn to ashes," Hermione whispered as she slashed her red sword out into a wide arch.
In an instant, a white fire erupted from her red sword and crashed against the front lines of the enemy, where the white flames swallowed them straight away. Then, it immediately turned into a tidal wave of light that swept through the undead infantry, and burned everything on its path.
VVOOOOOMMM-SSSSHHHH!
In a flash, the enemy ranks were no more. They were completely obliterated as the light enveloped them. Not even the archers at the top of the cliff survived when the white inferno swept outward.
They all just simply burned into nothingness…
The white light was all-consuming and powerful that it even rushed over the frigid waters that turned the water into a boil, before it reached towards the boats and ships, where it abruptly slammed against a strong barrier that protected those who were inside it. Thereafter, it shortly moved forward and outward, which caused the ice caps to melt slightly and transformed surface water into steam.
People saw nothing, but white oblivion as the light pass around their barrier, where they were immensely relieved that it did not wiped them out.
…..
It was much later as the light dimmed, and their vision gradually returned to normal that everyone - who were watching from their ships and boats - could see Hardhome at last, or what became of it.
"Did she…?" Jon asked, his voice trailed off as his wide, grey eyes scanned the site where the army had been previously.
"Did she just - burned the entire army into... nothing?..." Jon's voice shook slightly as he wondered out loud. "Just - just like that?"
"That she did... Jon Snow." Tormund responded as they stood at the prow of their sailing ship, along with many others, who were watching in silent wonderment where the one-sided battle had occurred.
"That she did..."
Then, all around them, the people began to cheer uproariously as they rejoiced at the sight of the defeated army.
"YES!"
"SHE DID IT!"
"THEY ARE GONE! THE UNDEAD ARMY IS GONE!"
"WE ARE SAVED!"
There were tears of joy streaming from the women's, children's, and even the men's faces, which were mingled with their shouts and yells of relief, gratefulness, and just overwhelming elation. Some people even jumped up and down, or hug one another as they were overcome by emotions.
Their hope for all of humanity restored.
"JEAN! JEAN! JEAN! JEAN!" A thousand voices began chanting so loud that for certain that they would have woken sleeping giants, except the giants in their midst were also roaring quite deafeningly in their harsh language.
"JAN MAR TUN DOH WEG!" Wun wun and the other giants were bellowing in the Old Tongue. "JAN MAR TUN DOH WEG!"
While the others yelled, "AZOR AHAI! AZOR AHAI! AZOR AHAI!" until the words that were shouted and screamed became indistinguishable in the commotion.
The people never did stopped cheering even when their ships started to move fast of their own volition. Their gazes finally went back to the solitary figure, who stood as still as statue in waist-deep water that seemed to have flooded their lost city.
They could see ice sheets cracking and falling down into the immersed area. The crashing icy debris caused a large ripple of water to rush outwards while a thousand white embers dispersed from the shift in the air, where it continued to drift around the site like a thousand fireflies dancing.
The undead army was reduced into nothing but the thousand dancing white embers that floated in the air. And in the midst of the dancing white embers, was the woman clad in red and gold armour writhe in flames, while there clutched on her right hand, was her burning red sword.
Jean the Undefeated she was called, but they did not know that she was crying bloody tears as she held her head high towards the sky as if in silent prayer. Perhaps she was…
"I finally understand why many of your people call her, Jean the Undefeated." Jon stated as his eyes locked on the figure in the distance.
"She truly can not be defeated with that kind of power." He commented in admiration.
"That's called cheating." Tormund answered in jest as they watched the subject of their conversation began to move; her red and gold armour glinting while the bright marks on her body were distinguishable even from afar.
"She had soundly beaten every men and women who challenged her. She should have told us that she's some kind of God – the Azor Ahai, as everyone seemed to like calling her now. Otherwise, no one would have willingly fought her. Many of the free folk men lost their properties and..errr…a couple of their balls after Jean beat them senseless… I, for one, lost an excellent dagger to her." The red head informed the Night's Watch commander, chuckling all the while. "Certainly, no one will ever challenge her after this."
"I thought Direheart fought her once and won?" Jon inquired.
"Won her more like, or so I heard." He thought, frowning minutely when he recalled the man in question, who had hated Jon on sight. "Where is he? I haven't seen him during the meeting amongst the elders."
"Do not speak of him!" Tormund suddenly hissed and Jon recoiled in surprise at the fury etched on the man's features. "We do not speak of that snake. He is a traitor - a Betrayer beyond any living man can imagine, and Jean had killed him for it. Do not speak of his name in the presence of others like me, Lord Crow - or else you'll end up beaten bloody!"
They were so immersed in their conversation that they failed to notice, when some of the crowd began to mutter with worry.
"What do you think is wrong with her?"
"Perhaps she had been struck by an arrow?"
"Why does she look like she's vomiting?"
"I think she's been badly wounded."
Meanwhile, Jon looked shock at Tormund's revelation. Both were still unaware of what the others among their group were muttering about. Jon was about to ask Tormund more, but thought better of it.
"He is dead, and that's all you need to know," was Tormund's tight reply before they both turned their heads sharply, when they heard the loud gasped of surprise and horror from everyone around them.
"Is that-?!"
"By the Old God's! It's him!"
"Has he become one of them?!"
"Good God! He is still alive!"
"Look! He has gotten to her! She's been hurt!"
The crowd of onlookers yelled and shouted, and at the same time both Jon and Tormund bellowed "JEAN!", when they saw that she had been stabbed through the chest by a familiar man, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Later, they watched in silent horror when the man swiftly tossed Jean with an inhuman speed and strength that sent her crashing into a wall of ice in less than a second.
BOOOM! was the powerful sound as Jean drilled a hole through the icy wall, where icy boulders caved in on her a second after she landed; heaps of ice spraying outwards and into the rising waters in Hardhome.
"JEAN!"
"HE HAS KILLED HER!"
"MY GOD!"
"THAT FUCKING SNAKE!"
Some yelled when they saw it occurred while others began panicking for an entirely different reason.
"What's that over there?!"
"IT'S A BLIZZARD!"
"OH NO!"
"WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!"
"MAY THE OLD GOD'S HELP US!"
They all screamed in terror as an icy blizzard swept fast over towards them…
..
"JEAN!"

NEXT ON THE GAME OF MAGIC...
PREVIEW...
"LOOK! LOOK TOWARDS THE HEAVENS!"
...
A Khalasar of Dothraki horsemen paused their thunderous charge upon the silver-haired figure standing on the grassy plains, when they saw the red object streaking across the clear, blue skies. The sound from it as it is fell was so loud that it spooked their horses into a wild prance, where it began to neigh noisily. The silver-haired woman stared at the object as well with a curious expression on her face.
Then, there was an ear-splitting roar and the loud flapping of wings as some enormous beast took off, which came from the hill top behind the woman. The creature was all black, with huge wings, sharp claws and a breath of fire, and it looked to be badly wounded. Yet it flew urgently away despite its injuries, where it looked invigorated for whatever reason.
While down below, the purple-eyed woman followed the creature's flight with a gaze of dismay as the Khalasar finally turned their attention back towards her.
...
A dirty and naked woman walked in the middle of the crowded street that jeered and threw rotten things at her while a woman in grey followed behind her, and who repeatedly shouted "Shame!" every time she rang the bell sharply. This continued on for a while until someone from the throng of stinking bodies pointed at something above them.
The shameful figure clad in nothing halted and looked up in curiosity, when she heard the ominous noise coming from the heavens, along with the people around her who had suddenly fallen into a tensed silence as they watched the red fiery object flying over the citadel, which looked to be…
...
He was a God among men, and she a mere firefly on the wall.
...
"This is not a game, you bastard! We are talking about all of humanity here!"
"But this is a game, my dear. 'Tis a game..." "When the Kings and Queens, and the Lords and Ladies of the South have their Game of Thrones to play. But what of us in the Kingdoms-Beyond-the-Wall? I think, we also have our own game - a far more interesting game than theirs to play, I believe…which would soon involve not only the Seven Kingdoms, but the entire world as well. So…are you ready to play the Game of Magic, shreshkrerich? Oh, wait! You can't! 'Cos you are about to die!"
"And you, and your army are going to die along with me!"

TO BE CONTINUED…

TRANSLATIONS:
"DOYS TUR MOG DUR!" – "Fuck those wights!" (Supposed-Old Tongue. Although I just created the other words, except 'DOYS', which actually mean 'Fuck' in the Old Tongue.)
"JAN MAR TUN DOH WEG!" – "Jean the Mighty!" (Old Tongue, I used "JAN'' for the giant's pronunciation of 'Jean')
Incantations/ Spells that I created:
"Ignis Moerus!" – "Fire Wall!" (Latin)
"Armis Indu!" – "Armour On!" (Latin)
"Terra Fossa!" – "Earth Pit!" (Latin)
(AN: I used google translate for the latin words. I'm uncertain if it's accurate.)

Author's Note: Hello once again!This chapter was supposed to be longer than 20k, but then I only wrote something around 11k+ because I was busy researching while I write. That's why writing this chapter was such a slow process. I had planned to make the second chapter to be the end story from the present events, and then start writing Hermione's past on the third chapter, which would explained Hermione's presence there in GOT. But that didn't turned out because I suddenly found myself writing more of about the present events. Perhaps I will stop writing about it on the third or fourth chapter and delve into Hermione's past on the fifth chapter. Anyway, it really depends in how the next chapter turns out. Or perhaps you can tell me which is better? Should I continue writing about the present events, and just provide mere flashbacks? Or write the end of the present events and then start with the past? I hope you can tell me about your thoughts on this matter…

"For you to live,
You must first die.
For you to wield the sword of light,
You must sacrifice.
For you are...
Death and Life,
Fire and Ice,
You are...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
And all shall know of your return."
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