Davos in Hogwarts

So, there is a new challenge, the #BeThronesCertified post). But I wanted more then a simple; Character A is in world of Character B. So I came up with a story that gives some character growth/development. So anyway, enjoy.

Davos didn’t sleep well. But he was still happy he at least was sleeping. He had nightmares. Like the past few days, he was reliving it, even though he had never been there. He could see poor, innocent Shireen burning at the stake. It wasn’t just Shireen. He saw Alester Florent, Lord Sunglass, Nissa Nissa from the legends. All those people who had to die for magic. Davos was sure now. Magic was an evil, vile thing. If he would get the chance again, he would kill Melisandre. And maybe even these new supposed Targaryen dragons. He had heard dragons caused magic. Deep down, he knew he was a fool for thinking he could kill dragons, but somehow magic had to go.

Then Davos was awoken from his sleep out of the blue. ‘Professor Seaworth, you fell asleep.’ Professor? What was that word? Davos didn’t know it. He opened his eyes, and then he was sure he was still dreaming. He was in a castle room, but it didn’t look like a castle room, because it was filled with small tables, with robed children sitting behind them. All where looking at him. He looked down and saw a desk in front of him. He also saw he himself was robed. What was this? The person that woke him, a girl of about three-and-ten, maybe a year older, with brown hair spoke again. ‘Professor Seaworth, you fell asleep. The lesson isn’t over yet. Do we have homework?’ Lesson? Homework? What was all this. Davos was severly confused.

Suddenly the children all stood up. ‘To bad Granger, the lesson is over. Looks like Professor Seaworth here can’t give homework anymore.’ One boy said. The girl looked sad. ‘I hope you’re okay Professor.’ She said. She was the last to leave the room. At the last moment, Davos noted she had a wooden stick with her. Then he realised he had a wooden stick of his own. Was he going mad? He walked out of the room, into a corridor. An older woman, with a black pointy hat ed him. ‘Professor Seaworth, what are you doing here? Don’t you need to stay in your classroom for your next class?’ Before Davos could say anything she waved him back to the room. In there, out of curiousty, he pulled the stick out of his pocket and waved it. A blast of energy came out. Davos only had one thought. Magic.

This was no dream, this was a nightmare. Davos was doing magic, the most horrid thing there was. And soon Davos learned it wasn’t a dream or a nightmare. His day went over in a haze. Four more times children entered the room, and requested him to teach about something called a muggle, whatever that was. They made him read some book, detailing these muggles. They seemed like ordinary humans to Davos, but some people treated them like animals. Davos was sure all these people were magic s. If they thought normal people were monsters, this was the real confirmation that all magic was evil, even that of children. In the night, Davos found a bed in a small room in the back of the bigger room. He went to sleep, and when he woke, he was still in the castle. He had a bad feeling he was trapped here forever.

When he left his bedroom that morning, the woman with the pointy hat was in the room, together with a very old looking man, with a big grey beard. ‘Here he is Professor Dumbledore. The students have been saying how weird he is acting.’ The man seemingly named Dumbledore eyed Davos for a while. ‘Seems fine to me.’ He then said. ‘Children can overreact, and the best of men can have stress. Professor Seaworth is fine. Are you coming to the quidditch match in a few hours Professor?’ Davos didn’t know what that meant, but to be safe, he said yes. The man smiled. ‘Very good. I will let the house elves bring some food here, so you can eat in rest.’ After some weird small deformed man brought Davos food and after he had eaten it, he finally was able to enter the corridors without issue.

He didn’t know where to go, so he just strolled through corridors. Eventually he stumbled across a little girl, of about one-and-ten, crying on the floor. She had a badger on a yellow background on her chest. Family sigil maybe? ‘My little Heaster Pounce (yes that’s a refrence) is gone? Were is he?’ Davos didn’t now what do to. This could very well be some wizard tricks to echant him. He heard something behind him. He saw two boys, looking identical, with Tully red hair approaching. They went straight for the girl. ‘Your cat is missing? Don’t worry we’ll find it.’ One boy said. The other raised his stick and said. ‘Accio Heaster Pounce.’ A cat came flying out of a corridor. The girl cheered up. ‘Heaster Pounce!’ Davos frowned. Had magic s... been kind? How was that possible? The boys, probaly twins, looked at Davos. They whispered. ‘So everyone is right. Professor Seaworth has gone mad.’ ‘Maybe we can prank him hard now.’ And they walked away. The girl had already left. This world kept on surprising Davos.

When Davos walked further, he came across a big stream of children. He followed them outside, where they were approaching a stadium. Suddenly someone fell against Davos, causing him to fall. When he looked up, he saw a brown haires boy lying on him. He heard someone laugh. ‘Longbottom and mad Seaworth, lying on the floor like idiots.’ The voice said. The source of the voice was a blond boy, with a snake sigil on his chest. Another boy, that looked similar to the twins from before, but then younger, stepped in. ‘Stop if Malfoy. Leave them alone.’ The blond snorted. ‘If you say so Weasley. But don’t think I won’t continue this one day.’ When the snake boy was gone the Weasley kid helped Davos and ‘Longbottom’ up. ‘He’s a real jerk ain’t he Neville.’ The Neville kid nodded. ‘You ok Professor Seaworth.’ ‘Weasley’ asked. Davos nodded. Magical persons surprised him again. Malfoy seemed to confirm his ideas, but Weasley here disproved them. Davos shrugged it all of. He walked on.

A few minutes later he entered the stadium. Inside there were areas to sit, but most of it was a grass and sand field, with at opposite ends three poles ending in big circles. Davos just sat somewhere, but a woman with beige clothing called him out. ‘Davos, come sit here.’ Davos froze. The woman knew his name. He still obeyed. He didn’t want to die like poor Shireen. He sat down again, now next to the woman. ‘We fellow hufflepuffs should sit together, don’t you agree? Our Cedric will obviously beat the Potter boy.’ Davos nodded, no clue what a hufflepuff was. Not much later various people entered the stadium, and walked onto the grass. Half of them were dresses black and yellow, the others red and yellow. All had brooms. Then they mounted the brooms, and flew on them. This was the end. Davos knew it. If they could fly brooms, he and all normal, decent people would die. Nothing of the sort happened. Instead they started throwing with a ball, while some other balls floated around by themselves. It looked like they were having... fun? How could evil wizards experience fun, Davos wondered.

Then it all happened. It started raining. And they appeared. The floating, black cloaked creatures came. The Others had learned how to fly, Davos thought disturbingly. This was the end, not the brooms. Davos saw a kid in red and yellow, black hair and weird glass circles on his head fly from his broom. Deep down he hoped the boy, probaly an innocent, would live, but despite that his main thought was ‘die filthy wizard.’ Then the Dumbledore man from before stood up. He raised his wand, and the boy fell softly. Then he and some other drove away the flying Others with ghostly animals. Davos didn’t know if he should be happy one evil went away or sad because he saw how powerful another evil was. The boy got carried inside, to a sick room. This baffled Davos. He couldn’t see Melisandre help another Red Priest, especially with Others so near. Why did these wizard help each other then?

Because he had nothing to do, Davos wandered around, and ended in the sick room with the broom kid. Potter they named him. There he reflected. Today, he only had seen kind magic persons, helping each other with problems. Sure, snake boy was there, but not much people seemed to like him. Davos realised that maybe, maybe, magic wasn’t so bad. It could be used for good to, like he had seen. And his only previous insight was Melisandre. That was only one insight. Davos made a promise to himself, that if he ever got home, and he survived the war there, that he would find kind magicians, and see if they were as helpful as here. Maybe he could help make some learning place were people could learn to use magic for good. That would be nice. Davos closed his eyes and fell asleep. He would awake in Westeros again, but as a better man.

Well, that was it, I hope you enjoyed. This was my first kingslayers non inktober blog. If you’re wondering what that is supposed to mean, look forward to an announcement by Yara soon. Anyway, until next time.

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