Don't Panic: A Wizard's Guide to Westeros (HP × ASOIAF)

Chapter Synopsis: Harry takes Lord Stark down into the crypts to show him the secrets hidden within. Secrets of both their families. Meanwhile, Dobby goes on his own treasure hunt, leaving behind some rather flummoxed locals. 

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Last Time: ... "Dobby was happy to have helped Harry uncover more hidden magics, it always filled Harry with such joy. Particularly when Harry found books to steal. 

Though really, there wasn't much of interest in those damp underground rooms to interest Dobby.

Not that it mattered all that much. Dobby had already found a rich treasure room for himself on the first day of his searching. A room filled to the brim with socks of all different shapes and sizes. Now that he'd finished helping Harry, he might as well make a quick visit."

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Chapter 13: Family Secrets

Nella had always seen more than others, she was a dedicated follower of the old gods, and she felt they had gifted her with deeper sight. Some would call it magic, others would call her insane, but she wasn't bothered either way. It never affected her duties as a Lady's maid for Lady Stark.

Nella was however, quite sure she was going dotty, she was certain of it. Naught but five days ago she saw a Child of the Forrest toddle through the main hall following Lord Edwyle and two strangers into his Solar like it was any other Sevenday. A child of the Forrest wearing far too many hats, and what looked like socks covering his coat.

Then just last night she'd watched the creature and the two strangers sneak through the main gate and into the crypts. Though sneaking was a generous definition of their activities, they'd walked through the gate in full sight of the guards, yet no one noticed the intruders, who seemed to shimmer in the torchlight spilling out from the guardhouse. The only concession to being clandestine seemed to be their slightly hunched figures and the middle one jumping clumsily from shadow to shadow like a child playing a poorly constructed game of hopscotch.

She watched the exit to the crypts all night, rocking on her chair and slowly darning her Lady's old socks. She was darning these socks because an unusual volume of odd pairs seemed to be coming out of the washer-woman's load each day. She did suspect the creature that toddled around with socks darned to his jackets, but she wasn't sure how to raise the subject, still unsure if she was the only one seeing these hallucinations.

She finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning still rocking in her chair and wondering if maybe she should ask for a temporary leave-of-service to visit her sister in White Harbour. Nothing strange ever happened in White Harbour.

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Dobby walked through the corridors of Winterfell carrying a small sack over his shoulder and whistling happily. He'd just made another visit to the basement sock repository he'd found the other day, and filled his bag with a sample selection, one of each type. Leaving a gold galleon as payment just as each time previously.

It was a guilty pleasure but what was the harm in expanding his collection. It was a little strange that no-one was there to take payment, but he was a good upstanding house elf and would never skimp on payment.

On his way out, he spotted an older Lady's Maid dozing off in a rocking chair. He first noticed that the woman seemed to have an active squib magical core. The level of activity that could allow a squib to easily spot wizarding wards, and illusions of all kinds, even enough magic to brew advanced potions with the right ingredients. He'd have to take note of the more powerful squibs he found; he was sure Harry would want to know.