The Dragon King

Description: During the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Harry Potter falls through the Veil. His soul is ripped from his body but instead of dying, he meets Death where he is offered an alternative life. Harry eagerly accepts and is given a new fate inside the world of Westeros. He is born as Haeron Targaryen, the true born son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. He grows up surrounded by legendary tutors and friends and enters the Game of Thrones…

Pairings: Harry Potter(Haeron Targaryen)/Daenerys Targaryen/Rhaenys Targaryen.

Tags: Targaryen!Harry, OP!Harry, Super!Harry, King!Harry.

Rating: Rated M.

Texts: Bold(Telepathic Speech), Bold/Italic(Dragon Speech or location and time period), Italic(Personal Thoughts or magical spells), Normal(Dialogue and Exposition).

Disclaimer: I do not own GoT or Harry Potter.

Chapter One(An Offer From Death)

Location: Department of Mysteries, Time: June 20th, 1996.

—Harry Potter POV—

Harry Potter watches in stunned horror as the only family he has left is hit by a Killing Curse from Bellatrix Lestrange. He watches as Sirius Black falls through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries that is used for executing people. Around him, spells fly as other Death Eaters and Order of the Phoenix members fight.

Harry hears a voice behind him, "I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black! You going to get me?"

Harry spins around, wand raised in rage and sadness as he says, "Avada Kedavra!"

Bellatrix's body falls to the ground, unmoving. "I am impressed, Harry." A familiar voice hisses in his head. "Casting the Killing Curse at the age of fifteen is quite the accomplishment. Although your beloved Lord of Light Dumbledore won't see it that way. Join me, Harry. Together we can return the magical world to the way it used to be. You can get revenge on the Muggles who raised you. I can see in your head. I know you want to."

Harry sneers as he hears the voice. "You don't seriously think I would join you after one of your followers killed Sirius, do you Tom?" Harry asks, "I would rather die than join you."

Harry hears a sound behind him and spins around to see Voldemort appear. The fighting around them stops as all of the Death Eaters and Order members see who just arrived. The Death Eaters kneel while the Order members try to cast spells at the Dark Lord. Voldemort quickly stuns the Order members before turning back to Harry. "How utterly noble of you. Well, if that is what you want, I won't stop you. The Boy-Who-Lived…dying at my hand. How fitting."

Voldemort raises his wand and goes to cast a spell at Harry. Before he can, Dumbledore appears out of one of the fireplaces, green fire surrounding him. Dumbledore sees Bellatrix's body on the ground and his eyes widen. He looks at Harry in shock as he realizes what happened.

Dumbledore's gaze is drawn away from Bellatrix's body by all of the stunned Order members littering the room. He turns to face Voldemort, saying, "It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way."

Voldemort sneers at his former teacher, "By which time, I shall be gone. And you…shall be dead…"

At the same time, Voldemort and Dumbledore cast spells at one another and Dumbledore quickly erects a shield in front of Harry.

Harry watches the duel progress, in awe of the power the two polar-opposite wizards possess. Suddenly, Voldemort disappears and Harry feels his scar burn on his forehead. He feels the meager Occlumency shields he has crumble as Voldemort enters his mind.

Memories begin to flash through his head as Voldemort shows them to him. "You could have been great, Harry Potter. You could have ruled from my side but you have chosen death. Your death is a waste of a very powerful magical family as you are the last member of the Potter and Peverell and Gryffindor lines. I truly feel as if your death is a terrible necessity but neither of us can live while the other survives. Goodbye, Harry Potter. Join your godfather in death."

Harry has tears rolling down his face as he feels Voldemort possess his body and move him slowly and methodically towards the Veil. Behind him, Dumbledore cries out as he realizes what has happened. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna watch in horror as their friend moves towards the Veil, moving through any wards that Dumbledore casts in an attempt to stop him. Dumbledore casts a stunner at Harry's back but with Voldemort controlling him, Harry ignores the effect of the spell.

Gasps of horror sound out as Dumbledore says, "Immobulus!"

The curse hits Harry's chest, causing Harry to freeze in place for a moment before Voldemort overpowers the effects of the spell and forces him to keep moving. Through all of this, Voldemort continues to force Harry nearer and nearer to the Veil. When Harry finally kneels in front of the Veil, Voldemort exits his body, casting wards around them and says, "Goodbye, Harry Potter. May death judge you well."

With that, the Dark Lord puts his hands on Harry's back and shoves him through the Veil and into the void of death.

Location: Unknown. Time: Unknown.

—Harry Potter POV—

Harry blinks his eyes open and notices that he is standing in what appears to be the Great Hall of Hogwarts. He slowly turns in a circle, trying to figure out where he is and how he got there.

A cold feeling causes him to shiver as the room darkens. Behind him, Harry hears a raspy voice say, "Welcome, Harry Potter."

Harry spins around and sees a massive figure dressed in dark robes with a skeletal face and hands. "Yo-you are Death?" Harry asks shakily.

The figure nods. "Indeed I am. Do you know why I am here, Harry?" Death asks.

Harry slowly shakes his head, "No, milord."

The figure shakes and it takes Harry a moment to realize Death is laughing, "There is no need to call me a lord, Harry. Death will do. Now back to what I asked. You are here because my sister Fate and I have decided to give you an opportunity that has never before been given to anyone."

Harry's eyes widen, "Thank you mil—" He stops himself from saying milord and then says, "Thank you, Death."

The figure nods its head. "You do not need to thank me. This opportunity, while unique, will have its fair share of hardships. Though I dare say they won't be nearly as bad what you faced in your previous life."

Harry nods sadly at that, "May I ask why you are giving me this unique opportunity?"

The hooded figure nods its head once more. "You may. The reason we are allowing you this opportunity is due to the tremendous strength and fortitude that you displayed during the hardships you faced. We saw everything that happened to you, even what your relatives did to you and throughout it all, you remained set in your goals of saving the world."

Harry looks at the figure in shock. "I-I haven't done that much—"

Death appears to smile at this as he cuts him off, "And there it is. You have humility like none I have ever seen. You never allow yourself to fully accept a compliment. That is the reason my sister is allowing you a gift of her own."

Behind Death, a beautiful young woman appears, long, flowing black hair framing her pale skin. "Ah, Harry Potter. It is nice to meet you. I have grown fond of you from watching you live these past fifteen years."

Harry nods his head as he blushes, "Thank you, Lady Fate." He says and the woman shakes her head.

"It is just Fate, my dear. You deserve that much." She turns to face her brother, "Alright brother, what have you already told him?"

"I just told him that you are giving him a gift and then I planned for you to tell him what it is." Death says.

The woman nods. "Good." She places a hand on Harry's shoulder and says, "Follow me."

Harry follows the woman to the Gryffindor table where she was him sit down. She looks him in the eyes and then begins talking, "First off, I am so sorry for the fate you have endured thus far. That was not the fate I wrote for you. Tom Riddle changed your fate when he killed your parents on that faithful October night."

Harry's eye widen as he learns why his life was so miserable. "Um, excuse me. Aren't you Fate? Why couldn't you change his and…I don't know…kill him?"

Fate sighs, "I am afraid Fate doesn't work like that. By creating Soul Shards, Tom Riddle has both escaped me and he has escaped my brother. He is immortal while his Soul Shards still live and he is outside the grasp of fate."

Harry nods but he looks confused. Seeing this, Fate begins to explain what a Soul Shard is. "A Soul Shard is part of a person's soul. In this case, Tom Riddle created seven Soul Shards, though one of them was unintentional. To create a Soul Shard you must commit an act that defies Fate. You must murder an innocent, depriving that person of their own life for no reason other than your own gain, thus splitting your soul. By the time of your death, Tom Riddle had less than one percent of his original soul left in his body as each time he creates one, his soul is split in half once more."

Harry looks at Fate in shock, "Ho-how did Dumbledore not know that?" Harry asks.

Fate smiles sadly, "He did. He also knew something else. He never truly cared for you Harry, or at least not as much as he cared for his own power and the 'greater good' of his. He was raising you like a pig for slaughter, Harry."

Harry feels a wave of emotions wash over him: Pain, betrayal, sadness, and most of all, anger. "What do you mean he was raising me like a pig for slaughter? You lie!"

Fate shakes her head sadly, "I am afraid not, Harry. You see, that faithful October night when Voldemort killed your mother in front of you, a part of his soul latched onto the only living thing it could find. You."

Harry feels his limbs grow numb as he learns a horrible truth. "You are saying…that part of Tom's soul…is inside of me? And Dumbledore knew this and was raising me so Tom could kill me?" He asks numbly, tears streaming down his face.

Fate nods. "Indeed. Although I need to correct you on something; the Soul Shard was destroyed when you went through the Veil. Unknowingly, Voldemort just weakened himself. And Dumbledore was raising you to die because there is a prophecy about you and Tom. It hints that only you could defeat him and only he could defeat you. The prophecy was also what lead Tom to attack your house. He wasn't after your parents. He was there to kill you."

Harry sobs even harder at that. He was the reason his parents were dead. Everything was his fault. He is interrupted from his misery when Fate says, "Are you ready to hear the offer my brother and I are giving you?"

Harry wipes away his tears and nods. "Yes, I am ready."

Fate smiles at him. "Good. Let us return to my brother so we can both explain it to you."

Fate leads Harry back across the Great Hall to where Death stands waiting.

Fate nods at her brother. "I think it is best if you are the one to explain the basics, brother."

Death nods. "Of course, sister." Death looks Harry in the eyes and says, "To start things off, we have two choices for you." Harry's eyes widen. "Option one is you can be reborn on your world at the same time as when you died and continue to fight Voldemort until one of you dies." Harry is already shaking his head no to that option. "Or…we will allow you an opportunity that we will never again offer anyone. We are offering to transport you through dimensions to another world. There, you may start a new life from the very beginning. This world is drastically different from the one you are from. For one, there is no advanced technology whatsoever. For another, the culture is very different from what you are used to. You will need to remember that somethings that would usually be frowned upon or that are illegal here, are most likely not frowned upon there. The world is a situation similar to the Medieval Age. The most common weapons are swords. The most important thing is that there is hardly any magic and what there is is not nearly as powerful as what you are capable of."

Death gestures at his sister. Fate steps forward, "That is where I come on. My gift to you is to allow you to both retain your memories and magic in this new world. You will, of course, have to retrain yourself to reacquaint yourself with the magic but once you do, you should be able to do whatever you want. Also, we are having you become the newest member of a dying family. Or as families are called on this world, houses. You are going to be a member of House Targaryen. The former most powerful House in the world. They are known for many things with the most prominent being the ability to control dragons, their unique appearances with long silver hair and purple eyes, and last but not least…" Fate hesitates here.

Harry frowns, "What is the last thing?" He asks curiously.

Fate sighs, "Their habits of inbreeding."

Harry's eyes widen, "Inbreeding? You mean…incest?" He asks.

Fate nods. "Harry, you need to understand that things are different in this world. The Targaryens have dragon's blood in their veins which draws the Targaryens to one another. It is not always their choice that they fall for one another. The dragon's blood is very picky as to who it allows to control it and House Targaryen is the only remaining house of the Old Valyrian Empire. They are the last house with true dragon's blood. While dragons have been extinct for a while, it is your destiny to bring them back to Westeros, for the good of the whole world."

Next, Death says, "Remember Harry, what you choose is entirely up to you. We will not hold either decision against you."

Harry's brain whirs as he tries to process all he just heard. He takes a deep breath, allowing memories of his friends to appear so he will always remember them. Then he says, "I want option two." A bright flash of light occurs and Harry's vision goes black.

Location: Tower of Joy, Dorne. Time: Unknown.

—No Set POV—

"Come on, your grace. You've got this." A woman says as to the woman on a bed in front of her screaming in agony. Blood coats the bed she lies on and the wet nurse knows the woman has lost too much blood to survive giving birth.

Outside the tower, three men stand guard in golden King's Guard armor. The sound of horse hooves draws their attention to the main road as six horses ride towards them. The three members of the King's Guard draw their swords, with one of them drawing two blades.

As the horse riders near, Lord Commander Gerold Hightower lowers his sword and sheathes it once more. The other members of the King's Guard Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Arthur Dayne follow his example.

"Lord Stark." The Lord Commander greets the lead rider.

The man nods as he dismounts, the sigil of a Direwolf embroidered on the front of his armor. "Lord Commander." Eddard Stark replies. "I am surprised to see you here. I thought you would be at the Battle of the Trident protecting your king."

The Lord Commander smiles, "Lord Stark, send your men away unless you trust them wholeheartedly to not repeat what you discover to anyone, ever." Lord Stark looks surprised but does as he is told, sending away Lord William Dustin, Ser Mark Ryswell, Ethan Glover, Martyn Cassel, and Theo Wull, leaving only Howland Reed with him. The Lord Commander nods before saying, "We are protecting what our king wants us to, Lord Stark. Our king's second child and secondary heir after Aegon."

Lord Stark shakes his head, "That isn't possible. Lyanna wouldn't allow Rhaegar to get her with child. Also, I am sorry to inform you that Rhaegar was killed at the Battle of the Trident by Robert Baratheon."

The three King's Guard bow their heads but none of them balk at the news. "That news saddens me but it doesn't change the fact that we are guarding our king's child."

A loud cry of agony interrupts the conversation, causing Lord Stark's eyes to widen in shock. "Lya." He mumbles to himself.

Ser Arthur Dayne hears him and nods his head, "Yes, Lord Stark. Your sister is giving birth at this very moment to Rhaegar's son."

At that moment, everything makes sense to Eddard Stark. Lord Stark knew that it wasn't like Rhaegar to kidnap anyone and he knew that his sister never would have allowed anyone to attempt it. The rumors of Rhaegar raping Lyanna must also be fake.

The King's Guard watch as understanding dawns in Lord Stark's eyes. Lord Stark looks frantic as he says, "I need to see her. I must."

Ser Arthur and Ser Oswell look at Ser Gerold to see what he would say. "Of course, Lord Stark. Seeing you will do the queen some good."

Lord Stark's eyes widen once more as he connects the final dots. "Lyanna and Rhaegar married?" He asks but he already knows the answer.

The King's Guard all nod. "Yes, Lord Stark. The Lady Lyanna and his grace married in secret after Rhaegar had his marriage with Elia Martell annulled. Elia was no longer capable of giving birth and Rhaegar still needed another heir. Lady Elia agreed to the plan and even encouraged it. There are documents in the tower on a wooden table about all of this, including two birth certificates. One for a female and one for a male. I suggest you collect all of these documents."

Lord Stark nods before briskly walking towards the tower. He walks up the stone steps and through a wooden door. His eyes widen and shock and fear wells up inside him at the sight he sees. His sister lies on a bed with blood soaking the blankets and mattress. A wet nurse is attempting to help her get the baby out but some major complications had obviously occurred.

Lord Stark rushes to the bedside, grabbing Lyanna's hand to give her support. The wet nurse bears no resistance and just continues to massage Lyanna's swollen belly.

Lyanna opens her eyes, hazy with pain and loss. "Ned? Ned, is that you?" She asks hopefully.

Ned nods. "Yes, it's me, Lya."

The woman smiles, "You came for me." She says, voice weak.

Ned nods, "Of course I did. I will always come for you, Lya."

The woman nods, "I know you will, Ned. You always have." Lyanna screams in pain once more as another contraction hits her. "Where is Rhaegar?" She asks.

Ned smiles at her sadly, "He is dead, Lya. Robert killed him at the Battle of the Trident."

Lyanna's eyes widen in horror as she realizes what her brother said. Her beloved husband killed by the whoremonger who claimed to love her. She feels another contraction rock her body and screams in pain, both emotional and physical this time. The wet nurse says, "I see the head, Lady Lyanna. Keep pushing."

Lyanna screams in pain, gripping Ned's hand so tight that it begins to turn white. Soon the wet nurse reaches down and eases the rest of the baby out of Lyanna Stark. She wraps him in a blanket and hands the baby to Lord Stark before turning and walking out of the room, leaving Ned and Lyanna alone. Ned notices that the baby has the trademark Targaryen eyes and the beginning strands of Targaryen hair.

Ned holds the baby so Lyanna can see him. "What will you name him, Lya?" He asks.

The woman smiles, "Rhaegar and I discussed it before he left. If it was a girl, we would have named it Rhaella, but if it was a boy, we were to name it Haeron."

Lord Stark smiles, "Haeron Targaryen. Welcome to the world, my prince." Ned says.

Lyanna smiles, but her eyes begin to shut. It is then that Ned realizes the implications of the amount of blood surrounding Ned. Lyanna begins to cry, "I don't want to die, Ned. I don't want to leave my son. I can't die. I won't abandon him to grow up without a mother."

The usually calm Lord Stark begins to quietly sob as his sister's breaths get shorter and shorter. Ned holds his sister's hand as her breathing steadily slows and her eyes close. Her skin begins to turn a pale white color. Then a miracle happens. The newborn prince crawls out of Ned's arms and onto Lyanna's chest. He presses his tiny hands against Lyanna's chest and Ned gasps as the prince's hands begin to glow.

The blood all over the bed begins to return to her body. The flush of her skin begins to return to its usual color and she begins to breathe normally once more.

A few moments later, Lyanna opens her eyes, confusion written all across her face. She asks, "Ned? How am I alive? I was dying! I know I was."

Ned stands in shock for another moment before saying, "Your son used some sort of sorcery to save your life. I have never seen anything like it. He placed his hands on your chest and concentrated. His hands glowed and the blood flowed back into you."

Lyanna looks at her son in shock as he lays fast asleep on her chest. "He…used sorcery to save me? How is that possible? I thought that you had to train to be a sorcerer."

Ned shakes his head, just as shocked and amazed as Lyanna. "I am sorry to say this sister, but we really need to leave. We need to get you and Haeron as far away from Robert and the Lannisters as we can. Robert will kill you and the boy if he learns of its existence."

Lyanna nods her head in understanding, "I agree brother. How will we get there though?"

Ned closes his eyes in thought before saying, "I cannot travel with you. Robert wishes for me to be at his coronation. He may become suspicious if I am absent. The King's Guard can take you to a harbor where you can charter a ship to Pentos. There are some Targaryen loyalists that should be able to shelter you there. If I can, I will send Queen Rhaella, Queen Elia, and their children to you. I will do my best to save them but if Robert gets to King's Landing first, they are as good as dead." Ned leans down and kisses his sister on the forehead, "Goodbye, Lya. I hope when we meet again, it will be to aid Haeron and Aegon in conquering Westeros from Robert."

Ned kneels before the baby and says, "I, Eddard of House Stark, to hereby swear my undying loyalty and fealty to House Targaryen."

Ned stands up and sheaths his sword. He pulls Lyanna to her feet, steadying her. Lyanna smiles at her son. "He is a miracle worker. There is no way I should even be alive right now, let alone walking."

Ned nods his head in agreement. "He sure is." He says.

Ned walks over to a wooden table and grabs a stack of documents. He walks out of the tower with Lyanna close behind him with Haegon in hand.

They approach the King's Guard and they all kneel before the baby in Lyanna's arms. "Lady Lyanna. It is good to see you. I am glad the birth went smoothly." The Lord Commander says.

Ned and Lyanna share a look. Mentally, they both decide not to reveal the King's powers just yet. Ned nods his head and says, "I am afraid I must leave you all here. Robert expects me for his coronation. I suggested to Lyanna that you all book passage to Pentos so you are far from the Lannisters and Robert. I am going to rush to King's Landing to try and save Queen Rhaella and her children, along with Queen Elia and her children. If I can, I will try and send them to you."

The Lord Commander nods, "Of course." He sees Ned hesitating to leave and says, "Do not worry, Lord Stark. We will protect both of them with our lives."

Lord Stark nods. He hands the documents to Ser Arthur Dayne and walks towards his horse. He climbs on the horse and turns to face them one last time. "When the time comes, I will support House Targaryen's claim, as will the North."

The three King's Guard all nod their head in acknowledgment. Hearing Lord Stark say it means that he intends to do it.

Location: King's Landing. Time: One week later.

After a week of hard riding, Eddard Stark and Howland Reed reach the capital of Westeros. They ride through the gate and into the city. When they reach the Red Keep, Eddard dismounts and walks into the keep.

Upon his entry, the smell of blood overwhelms Eddard's senses. He walks through the castle in search of the source and enters the room where the Iron Throne sits. The body of Aerys II Targaryen lies on the ground, a stab-wound through his neck. Eddard doesn't flinch at the sight of the Mad King's body and continues walking.

He reaches the living quarters of the Targaryens and the smell of blood returns. Eddard keeps walking and the smell of blood gets stronger. He enters a room that appears to be a nursery and gasps in horror.

The body of Elia Martell lies on the ground, naked and clearly violated before she was killed. The bodies of a baby and a young girl lie next to her, also mutilated. The head of who he assumes to be young Rhaenys Targaryen has been smashed beyond recognition as if her head was smashed against the floor. Young Prince Aegon has a stop wound through the chest, right where his heart was. The heart was cut out and sits on the chest of Elia Martell. "Haeron truly is king now with Aegon dead." Ned thinks.

A sound behind Eddard causes him to spin around, sword at the ready. The broken and clearly exhausted face of Jamie Lannister appears, King's Guard armor covered in blood.

Eddard launches himself at the young man and slams his neck against the wall, "Did you do this, Ser Jamie?" He asks, undisguised fury and disgust in his voice.

Jamie shakes his head, "No Lord Stark, I did not. My father's slave Gregor Clegane did this. I could do nothing to stop him." The young man begins to cry once more, "I failed him, Lord Stark. I failed Rhaegar. He tasked me with protecting his children and wife but I failed him."

Eddard releases the young man, instantly recognizing the young man is sincere. "Do you know where Queen Rhaella is? I hear she is pregnant."

Jamie nods, "She is on Dragonstone. Aerys though she would be safer there and clearly he was right."

Ned notices the way Jamie says Aerys' name with both disgust and shame and he says, "You killed Aerys, didn't you Ser Jamie?"

The young boy nods. "Yes. I killed him." No hint of pride present in his voice, only broken resolve.

Ned nods, "May I ask what finally drove you to commit the deed?"

Jamie nods, "Of course, Lord Stark. He ordered the pyromancers to ignite Wildfire throughout the city. He wanted to destroy King's Landing and all those who live in it."

Ned's eyes widen, "I understand why you did it, Ser Jamie. You did the right thing. Many will not agree with me on that point but you did."

The Knight nods. "Thank you, Lord Stark. Now I have a favor to ask of you."

Ned nods his head, "If it is in my power and is reasonable, I will do my best to grant your request."

The young man lowers his eyes to the ground before whispering, "Kill me. I can't live anymore. I failed Rhaegar and I am a Kingslayer."

Ned shakes his head. "I am sorry, Ser. I will not grant that request. I have something to tell you. I am telling you in the idea that you won't reveal it to anyone you do not trust wholeheartedly."

The young man nods, "I understand, Lord Stark. And I swear not to repeat whatever it is that you tell me."

Ned nods. "Good. Then I will tell you this, my sister gave birth. She gave birth to Rhaegar's son. Haeron Targaryen, the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms. At this very moment, she is being escorted by Lord Commander Gerold Hightower, Ser Oswell Whent, and Ser Arthur Dayne to Pentos. They are going to raise the King so he may one day reclaim his rightful place as king."

Jamie Lannister's mouth falls open in shock, "Rhaegar's son…" He looks Eddard in the eyes. "I must go to him, Lord Stark. I swore to always protect Rhaegar. I failed in that, I refuse to let anything happen to Haeron. My father is a monster. He is the one who ordered the Mountain to kill Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon. I do not wish to be his heir."

Eddard smiles. "You are a good man, Ser Jamie. You may not realize it yet, but you are. I have no idea how you have turned out as good as you have without a mother, solely raised by Tywin Lannister."

Jamie smiles at that begins to walk out of the room, "I will not fail the King, Lord Stark. I will aid in his conquest when he returns for his throne."

Eddard smiles. "I know you will. Good luck, Ser Jamie. Tell my sister I love her."

The young, golden-haired man smiles, "I will, Lord Stark." He says and walks out of sight.

Location: Dragonstone. Time: A month later.

—Rhaella Targaryen POV—

Rhaella Targaryen breaths heavily as her body contracts. She knows that she will have a tough time surviving giving birth. She struggled giving birth to Viserys and that was years ago. As her age increased, she continued to get weaker. Another factor against her survival is the fact that the wet nurse that was supposed to aid her birthing process didn't show up due to the raging storm.

The only person aiding her birthing is Lord Varys. The man, while very intelligent, knows nothing about childbirth. Another smaller figure is in the room. The young girl sits worriedly chewing her lip as her grandmother gives birth. Rhaella clearly remembers getting the news that nearly her whole family was dead like it was yesterday.

—Flashback—

Queen Rhaella sits on a chair in the Council chamber of Dragonstone, wondering when Lord Varys would return with news about the happenings in Westeros. Suddenly, the door to the Council Chamber bursts open and Lord Varys walks in, carrying a little girl in her arms. Rhaella instantly recognized Rhaenys but her body began to shake at the implications of Rhaenys being here instead of King's Landing.

She opens her arms and Rhaenys runs into her waiting arms. Rhaella pulls her granddaughter close before turning to Lord Varys. "What has happened?"

"A great deal has happened, I am afraid. Your eldest son perished while at the Battle of the Trident, struck down by Robert Baratheon. Soon after, Queen Elia was murdered along with Prince Aegon. The Lannisters were behind the attack. They believe Princess Rhaenys to be dead as well as I switched her with another girl her age with similar Valyrian features. King Aerys was killed as well, though I feel that his death probably isn't as meaningful to you as the rest. Also, Lady Lyanna, Rhaegar's second wife is assumed dead though a body was never confirmed. Lord Stark said she was killed and that he buried her in the Crypts at Winterfell."

All of the deaths crash onto the shoulders of the now Dowager Queen. The pain, grief, and anger that consumes her sends her down a road that no-one ever wants to travel. "Thank you, Lord Varys, for saving my granddaughter. You are dismissed. I need time to grieve."

The Eunuch walks out of the room and Rhaella bursts into tears, holding Rhaenys closer to her chest. The two females grieve for their losses together in a tangled mess of grief.

—Flashback End—

Rhaella feels her body contract once more, drawing her from her memories. She screams in pain as the baby inside her begins to work its way into the world. Rhaenys walks to stand at her side and begins to comfortingly brush her small hands down Rhaella's stomach.

When the baby finally emerges, a crack of thunder is heard. Rhaella is near death from exhaustion and pain but she has a new daughter. Rhaenys carefully hands the baby to the exhausted Queen and Rhaella can already see that Rhaenys feels a connection to the baby.

Rhaella admires her daughter before saying, "Daenerys. I name you Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen."

A/N.

Whew, what a first chapter. I will say that I am very excited to write this story though I will warn my readers that the only Game of Thrones I possess is that from the show as I have not read the books.

If you got this far, thank you for reading! Please review and let me know if you like the beginning of this story.

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