Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - Reincarnated

Reincarnation

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones and Harry Potter is not mine.

A/N: 25/02/2018, Re-written.

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Cersei Baratheon held her recently birthed child, Robert II Baratheon in her tired arms close to her breast. She was utterly exhausted, after hours upon hours of labor she had finally given birth to her first child. Her only grievance was that he had black hair and blue eyes instead of her own green eyes and blonde hair. Nevertheless, Cersei fell in love with her beautiful baby the moment she laid eyes on him. Robert had been ecstatic, his bright blue orbs practically shining with joy. He actually looked sober for he first time since they were married.

"We may have never seen eye to eye but for this, for him... I will try. The boy deserves a family and so much more; we will give it to him." Robert whispered to her as he beheld his first born son and heir, frozen in awe.

"Y-you can name him if you'd like." she stuttered out weakly, the fatigue threatening to send her into a deep rest.

"Robert..." the King said slowly, Cersei smiled wryly at the terrible naming sense but alas, she had given her permission. "After you?" she said, raising an eyebrow prompting Robert to answer.

"Yes after me." the King chuckled, his deep voice rumbling throughout the chamber.

"This boy will be the man I never was, the man I've always wanted to be. He will be a better King, a better father, warrior" here Robert turned to the grimacing Cersei and continued "-and most of all, a better Baratheon than I ever was." He kissed the top of the baby's head and returned the boy to his mother.

"That's nice and all, but you both cannot be called Robert now can you?" Cersei said as she held her child close to her breast.

"No we can't, I'll let you handle that one." the King laughed and bid the mother and child good night before making his way out, leaving them to rest.

"Not even a day's old and you're already changing Westeros from the top, My little black Lion...my dear Robin. Even if you're not Jaime's, you're still mine." she said.

The Queen took a deep breath and placed her sleeping baby beside her, trusting her handmaidens to place him in his proper crib by the time she was awake.

News of the Crown Prince's birth had reach every corner and crevice of Westeros, even beyond the wall and some parts of Essos. Everyone of note send their congratulations and gifts. Most were trying to curry favor with the ruler of the land, they were promptly ignored by the King, who only bothered to open a few letters, mostly from friends and family, except one.

The last letter was from The Lord Tywin Lannister of the Westerlands. Robert just knew that vile old man would be up to something. Those 'Yellow Haired Shits' as he called them was always plotting something in their scheming little heads. Robert did not want anything to do with those people, they were poison of the highest degree.

Putting the Old Lion aside, Robert made his way to his chambers and smiled as he was greeted by a laughing Cersei who was tickling the baby, making it squeal in happiness. "Come Robin! You will be king one day, and a great warrior!" the Queen cooed at her child.

"Robin eh? That's a good name, strong one too." Robert said as he walked into the room, surprising Cersei. "I suppose so. He loves that name, giggles everytime I call it. Here, he's never really seen you has he?" Cersei asked as she held the baby at arms length, wanting Robert to take him. Silently, Robert took the Prince from her arms and brought the child close to his face.

"You look just like Renly when he was a babe!" Robert exclaimed as the baby stared into his eyes. The king was awestruck at how... bright his child was. He was so beautiful, his shining blue eyes were an exact mirror image of Robert's own.

"Aye boy, I'm your father!" the king chuckled as he lightly pinched the baby's puffy cheeks. Little Robin laughed at the action and brought his hands to Robert's face and started tugging on his beard, making the king wince lightly.

"He's a Baratheon alright." the king muttered, shooting a half-glare at the smirking Cersei. Looking back at his son, Robert smiled. This was his son. Already Robert's paternal instincts were rising up inside of him like a tidal wave.

'My son.. and wife eh?' he thought to himself as he looked at the still smirking Cersei.

Suddenly, the world wasn't so damned grey anymore. He had an actual son! A boy that would call him father and look up to him for guidance. Someone to leave his legacy to. Even now Robert could feel some of his old hatred fading away as he stared at his beautiful baby boy. The toothless smile was like a balm for his tired soul.

'I love you Lyanna.' he thought sadly in his head, and for the first time in what seemed like eternity, thepicture of the smiling Lyanna Stark in his head slowly reformed into that of beautiful son and wife.

'Yes, I think I have something to live for'.

Jamie Lannister of the Kingsguard was feeling conflicted. His lovely sister had just given birth to a black haired boy, it was a nephew instead of the son he was expecting. Jamie was confused, he wanted nothing more than to kill the child of Robert Baratheon, the child that wasn't his. The child that should have been his. Instead, the King had taken that chance away from him. Jaime grip the pommel of his sword hard, not wanting anything more than to send the father-son pair to the afterlife personally.

The Kingsguard snorted derisively. Not even a day's old and the boy had already garnered a lifelong hatred from his own Uncle.

But Jaime also knew that his sister would hate him for it, for his eyes could see that Cersei loved the boy more than anything in this world, even more than him, that Jaime could see. No, he couldn't touch the boy. If the deed was traced back to him, the king's wrath would be upon his family. The same wrath the destroyed the Targaryens, leaving only two children across the narrow sea.

He had no doubt that the Lannisters would be scattered if not completely crushed underheel if he went through with his initial plan.

Smirking to himself, Jamie went to find his sister. After all, if he couldn't get rid of the brat, then why not impregnate Cersei with his? There was no rule saying that the Queen couldn't get pregnant now did it?

If the first one wasn't his then he would make sure the second would be a Lannister, through and through.

Harry James Potter was one confused wizard. The last thing he knew was sitting in the Headmaster's office in Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was about to take a nap in his chair, and now he was a bloody baby with those small chubby hands and the urge to eat, shit and cry all at once.

'Alright now, no need to panic, lets take baby steps now' he thought before grimacing to himself at the unintentional pun, which looked ridiculous and out of place on his current face.

'Alright first things first! The blonde bombshell called me her son and the giant called himself me dad, don't remember their names but I'll get to that soon enough' he thought. 'Now judging by the fact that this woman really gave birth to me suggests that I was reincarnated, cursed or that someone messed around with my soul'

'Given the fact that I was born in a happy family and as a bloody prince of an entire freaking Kingdom means that an enemy didn't do this.'

'So that leaves Reincarnation which means that...' suddenly he gasp in horror ' I died!?' He thought furiously. That was impossible! He was in the most protected place in Hogwarts! How the hell did he even die?

All he remembered was putting on the resurrection ring, talking to his deceased parents and putting on the invisibility cloak before going to sleep. 'You have got to be joking. After all that crap I went through I actually died in my sleep!?' he started fussing around in his crib, tears leaking from his eyes.

'Oh fuck you! Fuck all of you, you cock-sucking, shite-eating motherfucking son of goats!' he screamed, or at least tried to, it came out as a cry that alerted his wet nurse. 'I'm going to grow older, use magic, and take over everything! See how you like that asshole!' he screamed to no one.

Harry was extremely frustrated, not to mention absolutely pissed off. He felt as if someone had messed with his head, even now he could feel himself being suppressed... more accurately, the core of Harry Potter's personality being erased, to make way for this new body to create its own. Bah! who gives a shite about that! He was feeling famished!

"Is the little Prince hungry? Let me take care of that" the wet nurse giggled and took her top off, leaving Harry gasping in horror.

'N-no you p-pedophile! Get those tits away from me! I demand Rib-Eye! It's the least you could do for me after all that shi-ommph!' and the Prince of the Iron Throne was promptly smothered in his Wet Nurse's loving embrace.

286 A.C

At five-years-old, Robin Baratheon was unusually smart of a boy his age. He was bigger than most boys his age and swinging tourney swords like they were made out of parchment. His father had credited it to his apparent 'Baratheon Blood' flowing through his veins which was supposed to make him genetically predisposed to fighting.

Harry, or Robin as he was called now just thought it was his magic fucking around with his body. Which was weird since he was a scrawny little bastard in his previous life, and he had fuck-tons of magic back then, god knows how much 'magic' did to help that.

"All it did was have Voldemort on my fucking arse for two decades." Robin muttered, causing the old cook walking by to gasp in outrage at his improper language.

It wasn't the first time Robin's mouth got the better of him. Cersei had been horrified to hear the barrage of vulgarity from her baby's mouth as he stubbed his toe onto his chair. The Queen had place the blame firmly on the Prince's manservant, assured that it was influence that had gotten to her little perfect Prince.

Poor bastard was flogged and imprisoned for a whole year without Robin's knowledge. The boy was only told that his manservant had to leave to take care of his sick mother. Robin was quite upset when he was told that he wouldn't see Peter again.

Too bad Cersei never knew that Robin had acquired quite a... colourful perspective on the English language during his time as Harry Potter, which his current body had inherited.

Not to mention the enormously large mental capacity that came with it. As Harry Potter, he was absolutely pathetic at the Mind Arts, it was something he had to work tooth and nail to even gain a semblance of proficiency at. It took a hundreds of Death-Eaters blasting Killing Curses at him to convince him he needed to be more than proficient.

As Robert II Baratheon, Occlumency and Legillimency was as easy as breathing. The Prince could dive into a person's mind, re-arrange their memories, influence their thoughts and sing a full Aerosmith song before leaving without the person noticing at all.

Although Robin's sense of Morals had always interfered with his willingness to use this ability to it's fullest. To the boy, a person's mind was not a book to be open and closed at his leisure. Doing so would be a terrible breach of privacy and not to mention, a violation of the highest order.

But then the memories of him and Snape's lessons, not to mention the "late night" meetings with Voldemort had prompted to just say "fuck it" and threw his morals out of the window. What had they gotten him in the first place? Death at nineteen and as a fucking virgin to boot.

Walking towards his chambers, Robin raised an eyebrow at the closed doors before smiling devilishly as an idea took root in his head. Getting off to a running start, the little prince jumped into the air and brought tucked his legs in, screaming wildly as he delivered a dropkick into the great wooden doors.

The poor girl preparing lunch on his table screamed so loud Robin was dead sure the whole castle had to plug their ears. Robin landed perfectly on his feet, laughing all the while at his maid's embarrassment.

The Queen had seen fit to place a proper Lannister maid to take care of Robin's needs. It was a beautiful red-headed girl named Jenny , with the most peculiar shade of green and blue eyes. The girl was brought over as one of Cersei's chambermaid from Casterly Rock. The Poor handmaiden had just just celebrated her ten and sixth nameday before she was told that she was moving to King's Landing.

She reminded him of his old girlfriend Ginny very much. Robin had taken a liking to her immediately, and was always demanding her to have meals with him after their daily walks in the gardens.

"I told you to stop doing that!" the girl half-yelled, shaking a fork at him.

"Relax Jenny!" Robin said, taking the fork from the girl as he sat on the chair.

"You're supposed to have classes with Grandmaester Pycelle right now aren't you? Don't tell me you skipped again!" she scolded, wagging her finger at him.

"Please Jen, Pycelle's an idiot. I mean - 'What is two plus two my prince?'-" Robin imitated the old Maester, making Jenny giggle.

"What kind of question is that?" Robin ranted, hands gesturing wildly much to the maid's amusement.

"Now now, be patient, you may be a genius but you are still five-years-old! Pycelle is just taking things slow." she placated him.

"Yeah whatever." he replied, stabbing his fork into the meat.

Robin sighed, every day his memories of his past life was getting hazier and harder to call upon. He had to struggle hard to even remember the faces of his friends and Parent...well except for Ginny, Robin could always go to Jenny for that. They looked so much alike Robin at first thought it was Ginny herself. He had glomped the former chambermaid at first sight, scaring and embarrassing the poor girl.

It was the awkward start of a lovely friendship.

"Listen Jen, after this I want to...Jen?" Robin blinked as he spoke to thin air, his maid having already walked off.

"Whatever." he muttered as he continued his lunch.

Afternoons were a bore for the young Prince, he never had so much freedom and was struggling to find something to occupy his time. Maybe he should start learning how to fight again? 'That could be fun.' he thought to himself as his wandered about the Red Keep.

Clenching his fist, Robin spun on his feet and slammed his fist against the cold hard stone wall. Hissing at the sharp pain, the Prince raised an eyebrow at the small indent on the wall, in a faded shape of his fist; which was as red as a sunburn. That would certainly be of great help for his training. His body was practically a cheat code in this medieval world.

The Prince didn't understand why his magic had manifested itself in this fashion. After thousands of times of trying to perform even the simplest of charms, Robin was at his wits end. He could feel his magic, pulsing and coursing through his veins. It was most definitely there but he just. couldn't. use. it!

Every attempt to use his magic in any way other than the Mind Arts did nothing but give him a slight headache. It was completely ridiculous! He was THE Harry Potter for god's sake! Even if it was a past life! It was he that slew the basilisk in the secret chamber! It was he that fended of a hundred Dementors to save Sirius Black! It was he that faced off against Voldemort and his Death Eater in an all out war!

Well, maybe he did receive a little help from other people.

'Now I can't even cast simple a light charm!' he cursed in his head. ' Well, at least this happened to me.' Robin's upper lip twitched a little as he rubbed the same indent on the wall.

It appeared that the magic stuck in his body was somehow enhancing his physique. Robin had no doubts that he could take on the regular schmo twice or maybe even thrice his age in a fight.

He felt like he could run miles and not even break a sweat. Not to mention his ridiculous reflexes, this morning at breakfast when a servant accidentally knocked down a pitcher of wine Robin had caught it without even looking.

He wasn't about look a gift horse in the mouth, even if he preferred to be a Super-Powerful Wizard, being a good ol- Superhuman wasn't that bad either.

Making his way to the courtyard, Robin's eyes narrowed a bit as he spotted various knights and squires training themselves.

"I should start as soon as possible. God knows that a Stick and a Killing Curse wouldn't make an enemy drop dead. Not anymore at least." he spoke to himself.

Cersei Baratheon, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was worried. She were flabbergasted when one day, at dinner, Robin declared that he would be starting his training with the sword the next day.

Robert had a good laugh about it and immediately agreed, praising their son's enthusiasm and agreeing to lend Ser Barristan Selmy to Robin for the duration of his training. Cersei wanted to give her husband a good kick, although the man was much more open and helpful than before, he could still be daft sometimes.

Cersei immediately objected, making the men frown. She almost cooed at how alike Robin was to his father when his face was all scrunched up like that, but pushed the urge down as much as she could.

She was rejecting the idea of her precious baby dirtying himself in the field when he could be safe in the towers, studying with the Grandmaester, preparing himself to be a great King one day.

The Prince, with zest told her that a King who hid behind his walls was no King but a coward, and he was not a coward. The boy proceeded to step on his chair and jumped onto the table, thumping his chest and declaring that he would be the best fighter in the world.

Robert howled with laughter, clapping his hands and slapping the table, cheering his son on, nothing would move him now. The fuming Cersei was forced to agreed to it; in protest of course.

"Very Good my Prince! Block, Block! Yes! Sidestep, now attack!" Barristan instructed as young Robin sparred against a squire twice his age. It was a jaw-dropping sight, seeing a five namedays boy knocking a ten and twelve namedays squire around like it was nothing. Granted, Robin looked like he was nine with that body size.

Everyone had chalked it up to the blood, after all, wasn't his father the King the Demon of the Trident? It must have been natural born talent.

Barristan's eyes narrowed as he studied the boy closely. The Knight was known to be the most dangerous fighter in the world, uncontested in the art of the sword. He knew, he knew that that was not natural.

The way the Prince kept poking at the defenses, prodding and looking for an opening. The way his eyes seemed to harden before a practice fight. The way he lured in enemies before finishing them off ruthlessly. That could not be learnt in just a month.

"Good! Now shake hands!" Barristan yelled as Robin used quite the unorthodox tactic to beat his opponent. The boy completely ignored the proper way to duel by throwing his tourney sword like a spear, hitting his opponet in the face. Making use of the distraction, Robin leapt like a tiger and rained down a barrage of fists, knocking him down and forcing him to yield.

If that really was Natural talent, then Barristan was sure that this boy was blessed by the gods themselves.

To be Continued

A/N: Re-Written twice, lol.