You look down at the wretched creature and catch a fleeting reflection of your own face in his shimmering eyes.\n\n"No, I refuse" your voice starts out shakily but you gain composure as you go on \n\n"I am no slave to your desires, it is not the place of a Slytherin to sheepishly follow orders that they have no desire to, and perhaps it may prove that none of us are pure at all."\n\nYou prick your own figure and press the bead of blood that forms onto the stone, which obligingly turns into a door. \n\nThe other students in the corridor look at you mute, one of them starts a slow clap but it doesn't quite reach critical mass and sheepishly fades into silence.\n\nThe prefect looks at you thoughtfully for a moment before speaking.\n\n"Stupefy"\n\n[[What happen?|out]]
You corpse begins to fester. You begin by bloating as hydrogen sulphide, carbon dioxide, and methane build up in your carcass, the product of your own intestinal flora hungrily consuming you from within. Maggot activity causes your skin to slip and your hair to detach from your skin. You feel a sense of relief as your idiotic haircut falls from your mouldering scalp. Eventually the build up of pressure and scavenger action leads to a post mortem skin rupture, you congratulate yourself on the truly prodigious stink. No doubt due to your profane odour someone drags you out and hastily buries you in the snow.\n\n\n[[Mummify|white walker]]\n
After eating you're own carcass, you decide that perhaps human civilization isn't right for you. Once you've pooped out the last of your human body you wholly leave your old life behind (marking your territory). As Summer you spend your time running free, the interwoven branches of great trees and the stars the only roof above your head. After a time you meet an enigmatic and quirky young she-wolf with a shock of dark fur over her eyes, the two of you have a lot in common and start a tender if furtive and confusing relationship. Even though the relationship only lasts three thousand five hundred wolf days, you learn a lot from it and grow as a wolf, and often think about those days out of chronological order.\n\nto be continued...
You step into the common room, a circular chamber, replete with overstuffed armchairs, tables and a roaring fireplace. There's a group of chanting, athletic looking students standing around one of their number doing a handstand and chugging butterbeer lite. Before you go over to say hello you find yourself confronted by boy with air of desperate chubby sincerity about him"\n\n"Hello, you must be Bran Stark, my name is Samwell Longbottom Gamgee. As the overweight kind of hopeless kid with a heart of gold I was looking for a vaguely grim looking taciturn heroic type to tag along with... Don't worry though I'm definitively due a moment of awesome heroism some time in this series... of events. Anyway apparently Harry Potter and some of the other students are going to go down to the god's wood and swear allegiance to The Order of the Phoenix and I was wondering if you wanted to join me..."\n\nYou look at the shiny panting face of Samwell, he had clearly rehearsed his speech a few times and seemed to be relieved to have got it out of the way.\n\n[[Agree to go down to the godswood|willow]]\n\n[[Blow Samwell off and see what those cool dudes are up to|dudes]]
He fucks you with his sword.\n\n[[Nice One!|Dead]]\n
"Hagrid!" confirms Hagrid. Before you can attend the sorting ceremony, you must be able to walk. (There are no disabled students at Hogwarts.) You instruct Hagrid to take you to visit Maester Pomfrey, and on the way you pass through the library. \n\nYour big sister Sansa is playing on a tablet. She is carving an etching of herself holding up a lemon cake. She's surrounded by a series of Hufflepuff admirers, who adore her for her beauty, and also because they have nothing else going on for them. Underneath the etching she writes "#lemoncakes, #NoMagicSelfies" before attaching it to a blue bird which flies around the castle waving it in everyone's faces. Professor Littlefinger takes a rubbing of the etching, he thinks Sansa's etchings are the best for rubbing.\n\n[[You move on|pomfrey]]
You look up at Hogwarts, the spires of the tower seem far taller than those of your home, Winterfell, and the walls are adorned with unfamiliar exotic heraldry from houses you have never heard of. \n\nYou reflect that You knew from the moment you received your invitation to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, Wizardry and Warg-ery that you were in for a magical adventure. The letter had bizarrely arrived via an owl, instead of a raven like normal mail would do. \n\nProfessor McGonagalll enters through the door, "Ah Bran Stark, Welcome to Hogwarts! Oh, and this must be your cat, Summer?" she gestures uncertainly toward the dire wolf curled up at your feet. \n\n[["Why yes it is"|yes]]\n[["That's not a cat, that is a dire wolf"|no]]
You brace yourself to do what has to be done. and approach the elf, who quivers softly as you grasp the back of his neck with your off hand. You close your eyes as you make the the strike, but it only increases the intensity of feeling the spray of hot blood on your face and the shrill scream that abruptly cuts off into a wheezing gurgle. In your hesitancy you have missed his throat and have instead slashed the creatures chest. He looks down tearfully at the wet hole in his chest that sucks at his clothes. In a panic you cut wildly and are rewarded with the sickly smell of spilled viscera. You and your victim can only watch in horror as the faithful servant tries weakly and futilely to halt the spread of his intestines across the cold stone floor. When you finally do manage to put the blade to the elf's throat you are so worked up that you almost cut his head clean off, and you are fortunately spared the sight of looking into his eyes as his head dangles from a narrow thread of connective tissue. You place a shaky hand on the wall to support yourself, but it immediately rearranges itself into a door. Only now do you notice the looks of horror and shock on your fellow students faces. The prefect breaks the silence.\n\n"Well, most students just cut his finger or something, but I'm definitely certain that this is the house for you..."\n\nYou notice a flash of fear in the prefects eyes, and find that you like it, as you wipe the blood off your hands onto Blaise Zabini's robes and walk haughtily through the door without waiting to be invited you reflect that maybe the prefect is right, maybe this is the house for you...\n\nTHE END
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ANETHSITISE ME!", the board game hilariously screams. In the wizarding world almost everything is sentient. Your laughs and the board games screams fill the ward until Maester Pomfrey has to come in a to hush you. In the morning you and Harry compare prophetic dreams over cereal that screams as you eat it.\n\n[[Use your brand new spine to walk to the Great Hall|great hall]]
"Ah of course it is" she looks uncertain\n\nBiology was never a subject taught at Hogwarts. \n\n"Now..." she presses on "I've been led to believe you have had a little bit of a tumble," the professor gestures towards your crippled legs," Never mind about that I've sent for someone to take you up to see someone who can fix you right up Maester Pomfrey... Ah here's your escort now."\n\nA gigantic bearded man decked in furs approaches. He looks down on you with eyes that that glisten like cherries on top of a hairy sundae.\n\n"Hagrid?" says Hagrid, \n\n"Hagrid, Hagrid." he continues\n\nHagrid had come from beyond the wall, and was half giant, a fact that explained his prodigious size, he was also half Pokemon, a fact that explained why he communicated using only his own name. \n\nThe half giant looms over you, readying to carry you to your destination.\n\n[[Let the Giant pick you up|Hall]]\n\n[[You prefer to drive yourself, so you try to warg Hagrid|stomp]]
You awake to find yourself chained to an unremarkable stone wall in the dungeon with a student looking over you nervously, blade in hand.\n\n"I'm sorry Bran, but I left my textbook in the common room and if I don't get it before charms Flitwick will kill me..."\n\n[[wait! you don't need to slit my... ack aaaargurggle!|Dead]]
Once in the hospital wing Hagrid places you down gently in a comfortable bed. Maestar Pomfrey gives you a spoon full of bitter tasting liquid from a bottle labelled "Paralyse Heal". \n\n“This is a particularly serious case of paraplegia so I’m going to have to ask you to stay here all night” she walks over to your bedside and taps your duvet with wand, causing it to tuck in expertly around your broken body.\n\n“Good night, and do try to get some sleep” she says as she walks from the room.\n\nYou settle down under the covers, ready for the arduous night ahead. You notice another patient in a bed across the ward. A bespectacled boy with with a lightning bolt scar. The boy introduces himself as Harry Potter. \n\n"Hi, my name is Brandon Stark. What are you in for?" you ask Harry. \n\n"I'm regrowing the bones in my arm." he explained, as though that were a reasonable sentence.\n\n"And what are those things on your face for?" you inquire, pointing his spectacles.\n\n"They're my glasses, they help me to see." \n\nYou are confused. "Are you telling me that we live in a world where we can regrow bones and cure paralysis but if you have trouble seeing the only solution is to wire glass to your own face?"\n\n"Yes," said Harry, "but they also do so much more, they make me seem intelligent, and mark me out as the plucky underdog protagonist."\n\n"Protagonist?" you say, testing the unfamiliar word, "I don't think we have those back home in Westeros." \n\nYou and Harry Potter become fast friends, and decide pass the time by playing a board games.\n\n\n[[Play Wizard's Chess|chess]]\n[[Play Wizard's Operation|operation]]
McGonagall looks down uneasily at the direwolf,\n\n"Well, I'm afraid he'll have to stay in the Forbidden Forest, five minutes away from the school with literally nothing to separate him from students aside from their natural aversion to anything forbidden. That's the way we handle magical predators capable of taking human life at Hogwarts."\n\nSummer loped off uncertainly toward the group consisting of a giant, a hippogriff, a blue car and 10,000 spiders nervously shuffling their feet and tires at the corner of the forest\n\n"Now..." she presses on "I've been led to believe you have had a little bit of a tumble," the professor gestures towards your crippled legs," Never mind about that I've sent for someone to take you up to see someone who can fix you right up Maester Pomfrey... Ah here's your escort now."\n\nA gigantic bearded man decked in furs approaches. He looks down on you with eyes that that glisten like cherries on top of a hairy sundae.\n\n"Hagrid?" says Hagrid, \n\n"Hagrid, Hagrid." he continues\n\nHagrid had come from beyond the wall, and was half giant, a fact that explained his prodigious size, he was also half Pokemon, a fact that explained why he communicated using only his own name. \n\nThe half giant looms over you, readying to carry you to your destination.\n\n[[Let the giant pick you up|Hall]]\n\n[[You prefer to drive yourself, so you try to warg Hagrid|stomp]]
You steal off into the night, with Samwell, faithfully at your heel.\n\nWhen you arrive to the godswood you see a small group of mostly Gryffindor students preparing to take their oaths in front of the ghostly pale white tree, it's baleful red eyes and gaping maw giving it a monstrous aspect. The fact that the tree was thrashing around trying to crush the students at it's base further reinforced this impression. You pause momentarily to reflect on the foolishness of those who worship gods that don't try to break your bodies given the opportunity.\n\nYou swear your oath on the balls of your feet, fighting for breath as you speak the sacred words of your order.\n\n"Voldemort gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children until after I graduate from Hogwarts. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory unless necessary. I shall live and die at my post. I am the wand in the darkness. I am the watcher on the Hogwarts. I am the patronus that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to The Order of the Phoenix, for this Voldemort and all the Voldemorts to come."\n\nYour sweat and blood consecrate the vow, and you are filled with a new found sense of destiny as you trek back to the common room, knowing that though your first day is coming to a close your adventures at Hogwarts are only beginning...\n\nTHE END
To pass the time you play a game of wizard's chess, but the game ends as a stalemate because the all the knights keep changing sides and fucking one another.\n\n[[Head down to the Great Hall with your new spine|great hall]]
Bran's First Day
"You choose Hufflepuff!?!"\nthe invasive voice stills momentarily, as though in contemplation\n"That’s a very brave decision... GRYFFINDOR"\n\nbewildered, you are received by the smiling faces and jocular back slaps of the Gryffindor table, all the while looking wistfully at the platter of digestive biscuits,egg sandwiches and tepid milk sitting untouched over at the hufflepuff table.\n\n[[onto the commonroom|commonroom g]]
As Hagrid carries you into the Great Hall, you look up to admire the magical ceiling that depicts a clear, starry night. You spy the banners depicting a series of houses that you have never seen before. As you ride through the hall you read aloud the great houses and their words, \n\nGryffindor, a golden lion rampant on a gules field there words are "Here me Roar".\n\nRavenclaw, an eagle on a azure field there words are "Knowledge is Power"\n\nSlytherin a serpent on a quartered field of vert their words are "Power is Power"\n\nHufflepuff a badger on or, with words reading "Always Pack an inhaler"\n\n- "Hagrid Hagrid, Hagrid?" asked Hagrid.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[[Hagrid|library]]\n[[Hagrid|3rd floor]]
"Well you can both read and write so I suppose it's RAAAAAAVENCLAW!"\n\nAs you rush down to the join your new Ravenclaws friend you bump into Hermione sending her time turner flying, right over your head, highlighting the dangers of entrusting such a powerful device into the hands of a child.\n\n[[woobwoobwoob|Start]]
"Yes... bravery, honour and a propensity for magical swords you'll do very well in...GRYFFINDOR!"\n\nThe other students receive you in a flurry of congratulations and ribald jokes, the rest of the ceremony passes in a moment for you, and you barely hear the judgements passed on your prepubescent peers as they are segregated for the rest of their school lives by a hat.\n\nBefore you know it, it's time to go up to the common room.\n\n\n\n[[Onwards brave Gryffindor!|commonroom g]]
The giant figure flails wildly as you try to invade his half formed mind, in his madness he steps on you with a fur covered shoe. The last thing that goes through your mind is his foot.\n\n[[Ouch|Dead]]\n\n
You almost walk into the student in front of you as the prefect stops abruptly at a section of dungeon wall, unremarkable aside from the fact that it has a house elf chained to it with a heavy manacle. The prefect pauses before he address the first years, savouring the looks of confusion on you and your peers faces.\n\n"Other houses rely on passwords, riddles or the honour system to secure their common rooms, we Slytherins naturally have a superior method of making sure that only those of the correct... disposition may enter"\n\nHe draws a slender dagger and holds it up for you all to see. In the flickering light the blade seems almost alive, snaking side to side.\n\nHe hands the blade to you, the handle feels smooth and surprisingly soft to your grasp and a warm tingle runs up your arm.\n\n"The Slytherin common room will only open when plied with the blood of the impure, I think we all know what that means"\n\nYou see no hint of softening in the prefects eyes as he turns toward the bound servant. Your own gaze turns to the pathetic figure that looks up at you in turn with watery globular eyes.\n\n"This one is proud to serve as tribute" There is only the barest hint of fear in the house elves incredibly annoying voice.\n\n\n[[Refuse to kill the helpless creature|no murda]]\n\n[[Open the elf's throat|mo murda]]
You push Samwell aside, and join the group of dude-bros who by now are working of using magic to push the bounds of truly obnoxious handshakes. One of the boys with a dragon tattoo that was lifting weights turns toward you.\n\n"hey Bran, you seen like a pretty alpha dude, controlling that wolf and all but if you want to pledge with us then you're going to need to preform a challenge to prove your bravery"\n\nYou won't have anyone challenge your bravery, and you loudly proclaim the fact.\n\n"Good, you need undertake the ultimate test, run a gauntlet protected by the ancient arcane devices set up by some of the most powerful ancient magics in the whole of Hogwarts...\n\n"You mean?" you cut in nervously, thinking of the third floor corridor\n\n"That's right, you need to go into the girls commentaries on a panties raid"\n\nYou stare at the unassuming stares, and bolt heedlessly into danger exactly like a lion wouldn't do.\n\nYou can see the outline of the door when you hear a sharp whirring noise and feel a breeze under your neck. As you roll down the steps looking at your body comically try to find you, you reflect on the limitations of bravado...\n\n[[THE END?|Dead]]
Hogwarts has always had an abundance of bizarre happenings and the student body is quick to adapt to your presence, the house elves gleefully surrendering their lives when you need live prey. You quickly become one of the years stand out students, and come top of your class in defence against the dark arts after eating all the animals that your teacher brought in, the only person who resents your new found powers is Harry Potter, who has one of his tantrums after finding Cho Chang and Ginny grooming your majestic mane in the prefects bathroom. As you curl up to sleep in front of a roaring fire in the common room, picking your teeth with a broken pair of glasses you know that though your day is ending, your adventures are only just beginning.\n\nTHE END\n
Percy Weasley leads you through the castle, over moving staircases and through corridors lined with portraits depicting moving images. Curiously in one of the pictures only the eyes moved, "hello professor little finger" the prefect didn't even break his stride.\n\nYou eventually find yourself facing a floor to ceiling portrait depicting a corpulent figure draped in pure white cloth\n\nPercy stopped in front of the painting, clearly savouring being able to lord his knowledge over a group of eleven year old children.\n\n"This is the fat lady, and she conceals the entrance to the common room, she'll only open to those who say the password which at the moment is "Valar Morghulis"\n\nAs the painting swings open it sullenly mutters.\n\n"I keep telling you I'm not a woman... I'm an eunuch" \n\n[[Wow the common room!|g force]]
"Hagrid!" agrees Hagrid, carrying you through the castle, exposing you to wonders you had never thought possible: moving staircases, living pictures and indoor plumbing. \n\nYou walk past Walder Frey who is mopping up some student blood pooling outside the third floor corridor, singing quietly to himself, "...it's a nice day for a Red Wedding..."\nAfter a time, Walder Frey notices you. He points a gnarled finger in your direction, "Let this be a warning to you, this corridor is forbidden and protected by Fluffy, a fearsome hound." \n\n"Call me Fluffy again and I'll fuck you with my sword," quips Sandor Clegane. \n\n[[You call him Fluffy|fuck]]\n[[You think it's best not to upset him|pomfrey]]
"Being evil is a sound survival strategy, I'm sure you'll do well in Slyyytherin!"\n\nAs you walk over to the cheers of the green table you catch a hurt look in Harry's eye, but you don't care, you're a Slytherin now and hurting people is kind of your thing.\n\nYou are barely aware of the rest of the ceremony, caught up in dreams of future plots and working on your scowl.\n\nWhen you awake from your reverie you find yourself surrounded by the rest of the first years following a rangy Slytherin prefect down into the depths of Hogwarts.\n\n[[Down we go|commonroom s]]
You reel at the rush of sensory information as you take hold of Summers body, your incredibly acute nose is caressed by the smell of fresh meat slowly cooling to room temperature. After you finish eating your own carcass (Bran is an important part of a high fibre diet) you decide it's time to resolve what to do with your second life.\n\n[[You decide to continue your second life as a direwolf.|500 days]]\n\n[[You decide to instead try and continue your education.|Animagus]]
The first years were already there at the Sorting Ceremony. You sit down with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Jojen Reed. \n\n"Before the ceremony begins," announces Dumbledore, "I'd like to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Melisandra, who would like to say a few words." \n\nThe savage beauty of the Red Woman filled the room, "The night is dark, and full of terrors. Thank you."\n \nHermione had wondered why "Pre Emptive Blood Sacrifice" was on the reading list, Ron just wonders when his blood would return to the rest of his body. \n\nAs the sorting hat begins it's song a reverent hush falls over the room, Harry leans over to tell you that the hat spends all year thinking up next years songs, however seeing as this years song is sung to the tune of putting on the ritz you suspect that he just waits for all the students who heard his last one to die before repeating songs and spends all year thinking about lady hats.\n\nYou feel a growing sense of unease as students are called up one by one to face the psychic interrogation of the head wear.\n\nThe Sorting Hat rested on Ron's head for a while before had before declaring "so that's what you're into... how did you find out that was a thing, I mean wizards don't even have the internet... regardless... GRYFFENDOR"\n\nYgrette was sorted into Gryffindor because she had red hair.\n\nThe hat barely touched Joffrey Malfoy's golden head before it yelled “Slytherin”, even though his mother and auntie had already stitched little lions into all of his clothes.\n\nFinally it is your turn, and you approach the hat on unsteady legs. The world turns black as the musty thoughts of the hat pass into your mind unbidden.\n\n"You have so much potential Bran, I think I can see a path for you, but where do you think you belong?\n\n\n[[Gryffindor!|gryffindor]]\n\n[[I'd do anything to be in Ravenclaw|ravenclaw]]\n\n[[Slytherin, I want to win!|sytherin]]\n\n[[ummm... Hufflepuff?|hufflepuff]]
You lay prone on the ground and slowly begin to cool to room temperature. Being dead leaves you few other options, and this seems to be the most expedient.\n\n\n[[You decide to leave your body and join Summer|Summer]]\n[[You opt to stay and decompose instead|stink]]
Jamie Adam
As the lack of oxygen and low temperatures arrest bacterial action you decide to branch out into a little light mummification, with the hope of potentially making it into a museum or a Brendon Frasier film. Just as you start to really get into it you notice something clawing at the snow, and you find yourself looking up at an oddly beautiful face, with eyes that shine with the unearthly blue not found in nature with the possible exception of all the best flavoured sweets. As an elegant thin hand brushes your cheek you find yourself filled with a strange sensation. If being dead is the absence of life then this feels like the opposite. You arise and view the suddenly alien world, and feel a sense of apprehension. Being undead is pretty spooky. You're new friend however senses this and offers to invite you to a pool party some of his friends are having in an abandoned cave by the sea, apparently it's pretty exclusive and features an island in the middle and self refilling punch bowl. You decide to join him on the basis that nothing could possibly go wrong (that already hasn't)...\n\nTHE END