Chapter one (MMSS)

**Mors Martell, the Sword of the Stranger.**

**248 years after Aegon's Conquest...**

Our story begins with screams of agony, but not from battle, though most women would strongly disagree... the current Princess of Dorne was giving birth to her second child.

Though it took hours, her second son was born...

"What will you name him?" the Maester asked.

"Mors... Mors Martell," Princess Meria replied.

"A fine name," her consort agreed.

None of them knew that Mors was once known by another name... Harry Potter. Harry Potter who lived for centuries and was the greatest wizard of all time. Harry Potter who saved the world multiple times. Harry Potter, the Master of Death, the Boy-Who-Lived, and the Man-Who-Won.

As Mors grew up and began learning combat, he would prove himself to be prodigiously talented with most weapons and would rapidly prove himself as intelligent as a Maester.

Secretly, however, Mors would use skill imprints and magic to help himself progress faster. In this world only the strongest survived and Mors had to become that to survive, but he thankfully had his magic to help him along to his goal. Gaining an imprint of the skills of Ser Daemon Blackfyre, Cregan Stark, Ser Aemon the Dragonknight, Ser Lewyn Martell, Ser Ulrick Dayne, Ser Gwayne Corbray, and Vorian Dayne and then learning from several of them in secret had made Mors a very dangerous person.

Mors' intelligence was great enough at age eleven that he had learned all that the Maesters could teach him, but Mors found them primitive and not all that intelligent.

In fact, Mors' skills at age twelve were so great that he went with Dorne's forces to the Stepstones to fight in the War of the Ninepenny Kings...

Oh he was mocked to be sure, but he defeated two knights and five squires in response. None dared to mock him after that.

Mors went on to defeat Ser Derrick 'the Bad Apple' Fossoway, several of his knights, Liomond Lashare, and Spotted Tom the Butcher. After killing Ser Derrick and several knights Mors was knighted by none other than Ser Gerold Hightower, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Mors had also been taking a kings ransom in spoils from the Blackfyre supporters; including ships that were sent to his vault through a portal.

Though the fighting was hellishly intense and many men died Mors only grew and thrived, taking massive amounts of spoils and killing many enemies... but in the end it came down to just two.

When Mors saw that Ser Barristan was going for Maelys Blackfyre and was underprotected, it was Mors that fought his way through the Golden Company beside Ser Barristan Selmy and fought them off so that Ser Barristan could focus on killing Maelys and end the pointless war. Mors was truly blessed to be able to instantly regenerate and move far faster than almost all people... it kept him in the fight and enabled him to out fight and kill dozens of grown men as a mere boy of twelve. It all paid off when Ser Barristan finally slew Maelys in single combat and ended House Blackfyre's male line.

"Thank you for guarding my flank, Ser Mors," Ser Barristan replied.

"No problem. I'm just glad that you killed that big ugly cunt." Mors replied to Barristan's amusement.

Mors and Barristan watched as the enemy fled like the cowards that they were.

"Damn cowards," Mors said in disgust before looting his kills.

"You're looting the corpses?" Barristan asked.

"I'm a second son and I like my independence whenever possible... plus leaving it all would just be plain wasteful. Besides, you looting a lords ransom from them would only increase your houses coffers, and that's always a good thing for long winters." Barristan thought about it and nodded before going to loot his own kills. Winters could indeed be quite harsh and they could spell the end of minor noble houses.

With the war now over, its heroes were celebrated and Ser Mors and Ser Barristan were almost equally famous with Mors being only slightly behind. Mors liked his monikor though... he was called the Black Knight of Dorne for his constantly wearing black. Mors had earned the respect and fear of many people though and had made several friends in Steffon Baratheon, Aerys Targaryen, Brynden Tully, Kevan Lannister, and even Tywin Lannister, but Mors instantly knew that Tywin Lannister was untrustworthy and a potential threat... and Kevan would just follow his brother to get a little glory for himself.

With Mors having established his reputation, he wanted to travel and grow in wealth, skill, and power. In short, he needed his own powerbase and security for his future as a second son. Possibly conquering the Stepstones in the future was one idea that he had and he researched the islands during the war. Mors also needed to expand his spy network further and he had to travel and place the appropriate spells to do that... Mors would also raid Valyria for more wealth. It was the last one that Mors was most looking forward too though.

Mors had magically expanded and warded trunks and a magically shrunk ship just for that purpose.

Mors' personal ship was magically shrinkable and only required a crew of one. Controlled by will and bound to him with blood and soul magic. It had ship-breakers, flamethrowers, and it was enchanted to nigh-invulnerability; immunity to fire, wind, and bypasses wind and water resistance for incredible speed, multiple storage rooms; all magically expanded to the point that it can transport incalculable weights with enchanted trunks and each room is enchanted to ignore the weight of its contents. It was warded to prevent people from boarding unless invited, can erect a powerful Notice-me-not charm for ten hours. Contained a master bedroom fit for a king and was 450 feet long, with its weight reduced with magic and the ship reinforced with magic. It took years of intense work, but Mors had his desired ship.

The first stop was to take the infamous Caggo's Valyrian steel arahk and then it was onto Lys to search for the blade of Moredo Rogare... he found Truth and the curved Valyrian steel blade that belonged to Sandoq the Shadow.

Mors was soon off to Volantis where he bought large amounts of silk and spice and then placed them under stasis in his ship, and adding spying and eavesdropping spells everywhere he could. Mors would be back though. That was a lot of wealth that he was carrying and he had an opportunity to change his fortunes greatly.

Mors went up the Rhoyne next, fighting and killing pirates in large numbers and adding their spoils to his own. Mors won himself a Valyrian steel bastard sword, and several chests of valuables like gold, silver, and gems and other miscellaneous objects...

Mors spent a month on the Rhoyne and Dagger Lake, and when he left Mors was very very wealthy.

It was time for Mors to venture into Chroyane and hopefully loot any treasure left behind.

Mors disapparated to near the ruined city of Chroyane, with his ship magically shrunk and stored, and his magically expanded trunks at the ready.

When Mors arrived, he wasted no time in entering the city and began cleansing it of the stone men, he soon grew bored of casually obliterating hundreds at a time and opted to just loot instead. If there was anything Mors had to leave behind then he would have plenty of free security for it.

Mors had already summoned Valyrian steel blades, armor, and dragon horns from beneath the water, likely belonging to the now deceased Dragonlords. Valyrian steel being infused with magic made it very easy to sense for Mors, but he wasn't complaining that Valyrian steel was basically the easy pickings. It just meant even more wealth for him.

Mors, surprising even himself, decided to loot all of the houses of what he assumed to be the Rhoyner peasants. Unfortunately, it wasn't all that profitable and was basically a waste of four hours of his time.

After that failure, Mors started on the palaces, mansions, and the nicer places. Basically anything with ostentatious shows of wealth. That worked much better. Collecting several times his weight in gold and silver tended to do that, he took cutlery, plates, goblets, jewelry, and weapons enhanced with runes to be usable. And there was still a vault left in the first mansion that he was in.

When Mors opened that, he was awed. It wasn't so much the contents, those were only worth maybe five million gold dragons, but it was the unspoken promise of the other homes having far more wealth in them. Still, he had already gained a lot of wealth.

Mors continued on looting the less grand mansions, gaining far more wealth than all the Great Houses combined and finally filling up his first trunk. Mors repeated this once more and matched his previous accomplishment and gained a couple more Valyrian steel objects in the process. Mors even saw the cage of Garin the Great and sensed the dark magic coming from it. He would break whatever curse when he had taken all that he wanted from Chroyane.

It was the palaces made of gold that were a logistics issue to break down or relocate, but the contents were incredible. Excessive amounts of gold inside and out, the vault had several Valyrian steel weapons, huge amounts of gold, silver, copper, gems, scrolls and books about magic and alchemy, and, most importantly, four Philosopher's Stones. Mors magically melted the decorative gold, which was attached to the inside of the building and turned it into bars and ingots.

Mors eventually decided to place one palace made of gold under the Fidelius Charm and then strip it down into gold bars and ingots. The first palace took him a day to strip down, but there was thankfully only two of them.

The second palace was noticeably bigger and its owners were far wealthier than those of the other gold palace. They had ten Philosopher's Stones, Valyrian steel weapons and armor, incalculable physical wealth in the form of piles of gold, silver, copper coins and stacks of bars in them. Stripping down the palace took Mors two days, but he now had enough gold to fund a global fiat currency when he was done. Mors had no intention of doing something so utterly stupid, of course; paper wasn't real money or a valid form of wealth and Mors had learned that from experience. Mors was now worth billions in a medieval society and he had it all in tangible wealth.

When Mors finally finished looting Chroyane, it had been a month since he had arrived and Mors was pleased that it was a highly productive week for him. Mors apparated to near Volantis where he would buy more spice and silk before heading to Valyria.

When Mors arrived in the Valyrian peninsula, he first saw the so-called demons, but they were merely the ghosts of the victims of the Doom and the Smoking Sea. It was the toxic environment that was effecting him the most, but Mors endured, knowing that the Hallows would keep him alive and allow him to adapt. It would be an under-utilized ability to breath in similar environments but it was worthwhile nonetheless. The krakens weren't at all threat to him. They, like sharks, were drawn in by blood and Mors was also giving them some distance so that they didn't feel threatened by his rather large ship that was 450 feet long and magically expanded on the inside. It would be a shame to kill such amazing creatures after all.

Unfortunately, some of the victims of the doom tried attacking him and were instantly sent to their afterlife. Being the Master of Death had a few perks after all and being untouchable by the undead was one of them.

Mors extended his magical senses to detect any Valyrian steel and then promptly summoned all that he had sensed, gaining quite a bit of Valyrian steel and more dragon horns too. Mors had even summoned House Lannister's ancestral sword Brightroar from beneath the oceans surface.

After finally reaching the shore, Mors set up his tent and he began his salvaging trip by summoning the shade of Tommen Lannister. Mors ended up with two chests of gold that he magically expanded and enchanted before emptying one into the other.

It took Mors ten days to pick the underwater areas clean and fill up his two new chests and five others full of loot, but it was worth it and Mors was going to continue and take as much wealth as possible. He still hadn't found any dragon eggs though and Mors really wanted some of them for his plans.

It was when Mors arrived in Valyria the city that things got interesting... Even after the Doom there was still ambient magic in the air and Mors could sense several magical sources in the surviving buildings, which were surprisingly numerous. Some of which seemed like the magic within Valyrian steel and dragon eggs.

Mors summoned up that Gryffindor courage and entered the first tower, his skin beginning to blister from the heat and only getting worse as he was exposed to greater levels of heat, but Mors gritted his teeth as he quickly regenerated from the rapidly worsening damage.

Mors calmly pushed open the doors, the heat burning his hands, and entered the tower.

Mors was shocked by the contents; gold and silver decorations, with the more delicate objects such as paintings, fabrics, and furniture having decayed from the intense heat and time. Mors quickly stored the few objects of value and began searching the tower.

In the dining hall, he found utensils, plates, and goblets of gold. The decorations were of similar expense, and Mors was thrilled to have found three large tables made of Goldenheart wood with plenty of seats made of it. They were thankfully preserved with Valyrian runes and still in perfect shape.

In the various bedrooms, Mors found jewelry; quite a bit made of Valyrian steel, some useful furniture and other chests for storage. It was in what Mors assumed to be the solar of a Dragonlord that Mors found a vault made of Dragonstone and layered with enchantments, which had been weakening for over four centuries. As such, unlocking it was extremely easy and when it was opened... Mors was in awe.

Two sets of Valyrian steel armor, six Valyrian steel blades; two greatswords, two longswords, two bastard swords, and about a dozen daggers of the same metal that Mors hadn't noticed at first. Apart from that, there was a massive amount of gold, silver, gems, dozens of dragon eggs, crates of dragonbone, dragonbone bows, books on Valyrian magic, arts, history, culture, dragon breeding and raising, and the magic of several ancient societies.

Once everything was stored, Mors magically extracted the vault, shrunk it, made it feather light, and stored it on his ship.

It was a real pity that so few people in this world preserved their property with magic. If they all had, then Mors looting could have been far more profitable.

Mors continued looting the other towers, sometimes alternating from wealth greater to the first tower or wealth lesser than the first tower, but it was all worth taking and was all extremely valuable. The best way to describe Mors' new class of wealth? Essentially limitless. It was logically impossible for Mors or his family to spend all of it. Mors would still take precautions, of course, one idiot heir could ruin everything. One idiot could destroy a families legacy.

It was in the grandest tower that had the most ambient magic and was virtually spared from the damage of the Doom that caught Mors attention. It was a meeting place, like the Wizengamot chamber of Britain, but seated over forty. Now that was the normal part, but the three Deathly Hallows, that was the strange and confusing part. Mors also believed that the Hallows were unique to his universe.

They aren't, but each magic dominant universe has a set. The Dragonlords sought to pervert the power of the Hallows and enhance their powers to a godlike level, much like you possess after working hard for it. The Dragonlords felt themselves above such difficulty and sought to defy me, drain some of my power, and dared to consider themselves beyond death and to have become gods. I ended them as punishment. The Hallows absorbed the magic of the deceased Dragonlords and have been absorbing ambient magic for centuries..." Death spoke into Mors' mind.

"Take them, they are yours. Merge with them and prevent others from gaining and abusing them." Death said. "The White Walkers are also real, but you can pimp slap the Night King into the afterlife. Undead are so overdone and the Children of the Forest made an amateur mistake that you need to correct... You were actually born here primarily for that reason. That and combating stupidity, incompetence, and advancing this primitive world. The Maesters hold it back and suppress and then deny the existence of magic... this includes murder, dissecting and vivisecting people to understand them. Feel free to purge them too, and once you beat the Night King the undead will all be undone."

"That's surprisingly easy," Mors said.

"So your past girlfriends have things in common with undead, wonderful. Both are surprisingly easy..."

Mors rolled his eyes and absorbed the other Deathly Hallows into himself and unleashed a scream of agony at the sudden influx of power, obliterating the meeting chamber as he unleashed some of his excess power.

"Now, you have truly godlike power, Mors," Death said, with clear amusement. "Most Dragonlords had power rivaling or surpassing Merlin. If you improved your physical abilities than you could actually fight at the god level."

"It isn't safe to perform any more power rituals and training isn't practical," Mors replied in confusion.

"Mors... you can perform the physical rituals seven times each lifetime. That is the true upper limit of the rituals that only the owners of the Hallows can exploit. You should take advantage and multiple your power further, not all worlds will have the necessary ingredients in them. I must go Mors, good luck." Death said, before its presence withdrew from Mors' mind.

After looting the remaining cities and taking anything of value, Mors departed Valyria for Dorne, but stopped by Volantis to buy more spice and silk.

**262 AC, Dorne.**

When Mors returned to Dorne he was greeted affectionately by his parents and siblings and his mother was overjoyed to see her son alive.

"How was your trip?" Meria asked.

"It went great. I made some great business decisions and I bought up all of the spice and silk that I could in Volantis. I used magic to place both in stasis in some magically expanded trunks... I also raided Valyria and recovered Brightroar, but I'm wary of Tywin Lannister and intend to keep it and the gold that I found as some leverage."

"Why are you wary of a weakened Great House?" Oberyn asked.

"Because I got the impression that Tywin will do absolutely anything to strengthen it and secure his houses future... literally anything no matter how vile or cruel. He seems the type to rule through fear and behave horribly if he deemed it necessary. He's a potential threat to the family if we get in his way or offend him."

"You're the one who recovered it, Mors. It's your choice." Meria said, trusting in her sons judgement. "How did you survive in Valyria though? Will there be long term side-effects?"

"I survived by using my magic, but there will be long term effects yes. Nothing actually bad, but more of a minor inconvenience that I'll suffer for my entire life. I'm immune to Greyscale by the way, and I've acquired knowledge of Rhoynar and Valyrian magic for us."

"What is this minor effect?" Doran questioned, sensing some secrecy from his brother.

Mors responded by drawing his new Valyrian steel dagger and cutting his palm... everyone watched in shock as it almost instantly healed.

"I channeled magic into healing myself so much that my body now heals far faster. I predict that I may even begin aging far more slowly in a few years." A lie, but it served his purposes and conditioned them for his eventual agelessness.

"Most wouldn't consider that an inconvenience, Mors," Doran pointed out.

"I might outlive my own eventual children..." Mors deadpanned.

"Never mind," Doran said, suitably chastised.

"Anyway, I'll be selling the spice and silk, which should gain me a lot of wealth which I hope to invest into making glass... By taking advantage of Westerosi disdain for foreigners I should be able to take control of the Westerosi glass market within ten years by selling at lower prices. To do that, I will be freeing some of the slaves from Myr that look Rhoynar enough to fit in and use my own magic to mass-produce basic glass work. It will cut costs while offering lesser nobility the chance to own high-quality glass."

"It's an ambitious plan Mors... are you certain that it will be worth the time and effort?"

"Oh yes. Sand is an abundant resource within Dorne and this is a sound investment, plus I can possibly expand and supplant Myr and supply glass in Essos too. Dorne's capability to produce glass is greater than the Westerlands currently known ability to produce gold; granted gold is more valuable."

After selling the spice and silk that he purchased in Volantis and 'stealing' and freeing the slaves, Mors freed them and established several glass making factories; glasses, plates, chandeliers, mirrors, and art work were created and although it took a year, many orders started to come in and glass work of all types was required. Mors created basic glass; simple, unadorned, and reasonably priced for poorer noble houses and landed knights. The better trained artisans handled the more elaborate orders.

This brought a lot more tax revenue into Dorne.

And then Mors 'created' concrete... the good Roman kind. He created a great road system for Dorne that made trade easier and further increased revenue.

Aerys Targaryen and Tywin Lannister had even heard of his excellent work, and had requested that he take over the road project... for the entirety of Westeros. After making certain that his new squire Arthur Dayne's family were okay with Arthur traveling with him, which they were, and making certain that his businesses would be well tended, Mors and Arthur, as well as several guards left to start the project.

It took seven years of intense training before Mors knighted Arthur, but both agreed that it was worth it. Ser Arthur Dayne was Mors first and greatest student. He could dual-wield, was ambidextrous, was trained in survival, interrogation and torture, herbs, potions, healing, medicine, weather studying, poisons, history, and he had the strength and stamina to fight for hours... most of all, Ser Arthur Dayne had the makings of a true knight. Mors was a harsh and demanding teacher, but Arthur was prepared for life and given the skills to survive almost anything... short of being slain in battle, of course. Arthur slew many brigands and criminals and he won great acclaim for his actions in both combat and in tourneys, with Arthur performing well in the Anniversary Tourney held in King Aerys Targaryens tenth year of rule. Arthur was knighted shortly after that and was given a Valyrian steel dagger with his houses crest upon it as a gift.

The road project went wonderfully; although him being dornish caused a lot distrust due to narrow-minded bigotry, but Mors didn't care. He did his job and he did it to the best of his ability, but getting paid extremely well was also a great form of thanks... as was placing spying and eavesdropping spells wherever he could.

"I would like to offer you the position of Master of Coin," Aerys said, to Tywin Lannister's annoyance.

"I'm flattered, but I would be lost in the position, Your Grace," Mors replied. "I would also have no time to ever train, manage my businesses, or even fuck; let alone do all of them. The same reasons I cited for previously declining the position in the Kingsguard." Mors sent an invisible wave of compulsion to prevent Aerys from behaving madly... it was conveniently timed when Aerys was about to demand it, but only Tywin and Mors knew that. It had the added effect of making him look more intimidating and making Tywin jealous of that...

"Pity, I desire the absolute best in my Small Council and in my Kingsguard."

"Well, I'm not the best man for the Master of Coin position," Mors replied drily. A lie, Aerys would find no one better, but Mors was wary of the volatile House Targaryen and he wanted to keep his distance.

"Oh, but you are one of the best knights in the realm and none can deny that. How many men have you killed?"

"Hundreds on the Stepstones alone..." Mors replied to the shock and skepticism of Aerys, Tywin, the Small Council, and the Kingsguard. "I didn't hold back there; it was life or death. I slew dozens with Ser Barristan as a witness." Ser Barristan readily confirmed that when he was asked by Aerys.

"Could you defeat my Kingsguard?" Aerys asked.

"Yes, but I wouldn't live to boast of the feat," Mors replied calmly and confidently, his matter-of-fact manner of saying it surprised everyone. Mors had a magical advantage and could easily kill them all though, but he wanted to keep that to himself. Mors was fortunate that that killed the conversation and that he was soon dismissed.

Mors would be saddened to learn upon arriving back in Sunspear that his brother Oberyn had slept with Lord Edgar Yronwood's paramour and was advised to visit Oldtown until they could resolve the issue. Mors felt that it could have been avoided if Lord Yronwood could satisfy his lover. Yronwood would later die due to his wounds festering.

Now that he was back home, Mors opened a portal to another dimension and hatched dragons there... he unfortunately needed to hide his dragons until they grew to fighting size and until he actually needed them. The dimension was extremely large though and they would grow to great sizes; more so with familiar bonds increasing their own immense natural power.

Mors had the satisfaction of rejecting Tywin Lannisters request for him to take his son Jaime as his squire... that prick had previously insulted House Martell by offering them a dwarf and had rudely refused a betrothal between the two houses. Refusing them was fine. Mors actually preferred that, but such an insult wasn't acceptable to Mors or too House Martell. They all had a good laugh at Tywin's expense though. It may have been a polite refusal, but Mors knew that he could make Jaime Lannister a force of nature in combat and he felt that it was wise to deny him that opportunity.

To celebrate his string of successes and after decided he was ready to be a father, Mors fathered his first few bastards... two sons named Hadrian and James who would be born 273 years after the conquest. Yes, Mors named his sons after himself and his father. He also intended to name children after other family and friends and notable figures on Earth.