Yara Greyjoy stood on the docks of Meereen, her hand on the small axe at her waist. The city of Meereen was just starting to rebuild after the siege, with many groups of Unsullied running around flushing out remaining survivors of the sell swords. Dothraki on horseback galloped around the beaches, their curved swords glinting in the sunlight.

Banners flew over the city bearing the three headed dragon of House Targaryen.

A scream filled the air and she looked up as three dragons flew towards the bay, her eyes widening at the sight. She had seen the black dragon and white dragon already but not the third green one. They were all the same size, about the size of a big elephant in the air with a wingspan of 40 feet.

The black dragon was in the lead, carrying Queen Daenerys Targaryen, and the other two dragons flanked her. The white one carried the man Yara had seen already and the green dragon was the only one riderless.

Theon shivered next to her, his shoulders curling into himself. He had proper Greyjoy armor on but he was thin and still pale but he was by her side. His hair was still greyer than it had been, a thin strand of white hair striking through his head. He had proclaimed for Yara at the kingsmoot even though everyone had been able to see that he had been shaking like a leaf in the wind at the time.

Yara watched as the black dragon hovered above them, peering down at them as it slowly turned around and ventured back into the city. The other two dragons followed its lead as they turned around and flew over the dock and back to the biggest pyramid in the city.

A group of Unsullied walked over to meet Yara and her men, the one in the lead looking her over with a frown. And…

"Ser Barristan Selmy. Everyone thought you were going to support Stannis," Yara remarked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

Barristan shook his head, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "No. I wanted to serve a good king. And I found one here. If you would follow me, the Queen will meet you in the great hall."

"Is she a good queen?"

"I think so," Barristan remarked, as Yara started forward.

The Unsullied flanked them as they walked off the wooden docks and into the city. There were boulders that had gotten catapulted from the ships of the Good Masters spread everywhere, that were still on fire. Injured men and women were sitting in the middle of the streets, weeping or just clutching onto their children and family members.

"Lady Greyjoy, why are you here?" Queen Daenerys Targaryen questioned, peering at her from her small throne.

Yara took in the great hall around them, seeing ser Barristan Selmy standing behind his queen and one man who looked to be the queen's age next to her. There was also a group of Dornish women standing on one side of the hall, whom Yara suspected was Princess Arianne Martell and three of the Sand Snakes. She had heard of Prince Oberyn being killed by Gregor Clegane several moons ago, had heard of the fallout from his death.

Tyrion Lannister also stood on the queen's other side, the dwarf's eyes narrowed. Yara grimaced at the sight of him and he crossed his arms, looking her over just as much as she did him.

Both the queen and the man next to her wore leathers on their legs, riding leathers that she supposed protected their thighs from the thick hide of the dragons.

Queen Daenerys wore a thin slip of a dress over her riding leathers, a light red in color and wore a pin with the three headed dragon etched into it. She looked beautiful, her silver hair in a braid behind her back.

"I am here to request your assistance in taking back what is rightfully mine," Yara started, studying Queen Daenerys Targaryen. "You have Ser Barristan Selmy's support and Dorne's support. My uncle stole the Salt Throne from me."

"Euron would have us killed," Theon remarked, frowning as Daenerys turned to look at him. "He killed our father and stole our home from us."

"You were not king of the Iron Islands?" Daenerys questioned, her eyes narrowing.

"I am not fit to rule," Theon muttered. "But she is. I support my sister's rule."

Yara watched as Daenerys' lips twitched up, grinning.

"Their ships will be enough," the man by her side said, his voice quiet and yet he spoke with an accent that Yara had not heard during her rule. "With the Good Master's fleet and the Iron Fleet… We'll have enough to take us to Westeros."

Daenerys dipped her head in a slight nod.

"Who are you?" Yara asked, studying the man. "You rode one of the dragons and yet you are not of Valyrian descent."

Daenerys gestured to the man beside her, her violet eyes lighting up. "Lady Yara, I would like you to meet my soon to be consort. Harry Potter. He claimed Viserion for his own."

"You are not wed yet?" Yara said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but we are engaged to be married," Harry replied, shrugging a little and smiling widely.

"And if I agreed to assist you? What would you need?" Daenerys asked, standing up and looking down at them.

"Help us kill an uncle or two. If you had met Euron… He would have insisted on wedding you and giving you his big cock," Yara said, wrinkling her nose. "His words."

Daenerys grimaced. "I'm sure you would be different."

"I don't demand but I'm up for anything really," Yara replied, smirking up at the Dragon Queen.

Daenerys blinked and stared at her, her cheeks pinking up slightly. Harry grinned slight next to her, crossing his arms.

Harry looked down at the hundreds of ships below him, all with the House Targaryen banner flowing from their masts. Horses whinnied as they were led up ramps and stabled in the lower decks of ships. Three single ships had nothing on their decks apart from what was necessary to sail, their decks big enough to carry one dragon each.

From what he understood from what Varys had said, the voyage to Westeros would take a few days, a week at most, and the dragons would need somewhere to land safely.

It had been a week since Lady Yara Greyjoy had joined them, bringing with her two hundred ships. The Good Master's fleet numbered a hundred and fifty ships. All together, they would enough to carry all of the Unsullied, all of the Dothraki and their horses and all of the freed men and women that Daenerys had freed from slavery.

Viserion roared out as Rhaegal flew towards them from the north. Harry grinned as he watched the green dragon hover in front of them, his green eyes narrowed and reptilian.

They were really doing this.

"Kinvara, stay, may we have a word with you?"

She turned to look at Harry, the man who had asked for her to come to the Pyramid. "Yes. What do you want to know?"

Princess Arianne and her cousins, Lady Yara Greyjoy, Tyrion Lannister and Daario Naharis all walked out of the hall. Barristan, Grey Worm and Missandei stayed put, patient and quiet. The shadows of the late afternoon moved about the room as the sun fell in the sky.

"What do you know of men made of ice?" Daenerys asked, her eyes narrowed and a little… haunted.

Kinvara blinked and looked at both Daenerys and Harry, her heart jolting in her chest. "Do you mean the Others, your Grace?"

Daenerys inhaled sharply and her skin paled. "The Others?"

"They are a Westerosi folk tale," Kinvara remarked, frowning in thought. "What brought this up?"

"I've been having dreams," Daenerys explained. "Disturbing dreams."

Kinvara's eyes widened. "What kind of dreams?"

"I dreamt of burning men made of ice while I was flying on Drogon's back," Daenerys answered faintly. "Then… I dreamt of… one of them assaulting me."

Kinvara's eyes widened even more. "Targaryens have had dragon dreams before, dreams that foretold of the future. They were sometimes more metaphorical than others."

"I dreamt of Drogon hatching. I dreamed of my son Rhaego riding his horse, alive and well," Daenerys whispered, sighing at the memory. "Nothing as vivid as this though."

Missandei flinched put her hand on Daenerys' shoulder. "Your Grace, was that… I woke up to your screaming a few nights ago."

"Yes, that was…" Daenerys trailed off. "That was the night."

"In your world, were there such things?" Kinvara questioned, raising an eyebrow at Harry.

Harry blinked but shook his head. "No. There were… undead things but… Nothing made of ice though."

"Undead?"

"The dead made to serve a purpose," Harry offered, paling a little. "They were called inferi and then there were vampires. Vampires are a whole other box of problems though and they keep their mind. Inferi do not as they are cursed."

"The Others were known to be capable of raising the dead," Kinvara explained.

Daenerys' eyes widened and she reached up to entwine her fingers with Missandei's. "You said they are tales. Why am I dreaming of them now?"

"I hear winter is coming to Westeros if it hasn't already arrived," Kinvara said, her lips curling into a frown. "I cannot come with you but Melisandre of Asshai might be able to aid you when you arrive in Westeros. I know not of the northerners there."

"What are your thoughts on Tyrion?" Daenerys asked, as they stood on the balcony of the Great Pyramid. "Should I make him my hand?"

"Well… He does certainly want revenge on Cersei. Though…" Harry trailed off, turning to look at her and reaching out to entwine their fingers. "We'll see. I don't think I can make that decision for you finally. You will be Queen. I will be your husband and the father of our child. I can lead our armies and protect you but that kind of decision is up to you. I'll certainly advise you when I can but…"

Daenerys leaned into him and Harry wrapped his arms around her, feeling her sigh against him. He laid his hand on her stomach and felt the baby kick. He grinned at the thought that they would be parents, granted they would be Queen and consort at the same time too.

"I would like to have you as Hand but I suppose being both consort and Hand would be favoritism."

"No one knows me in Westeros though."

"No one will know Grey Worm or Missandei. I want new blood on my council," Daenerys remarked quietly. "I don't want… anyone who was apart of the councils of my predecessors, Barristan excluded."

"Then that's your call. I can certainly help you interview your small council, make sure they're a good fit."

Daenerys nodded, looking into his eyes. "I'm going to be Queen."

Harry smiled and nodded. "You are."

"We're going to Westeros."

"Yep."

Dany snorted quietly at his answer and leaned into him even more.

"I wouldn't object if Yara joined us in bed once or twice," Harry whispered, amusement in his voice. "You seemed…"

Dany's eyes widened and she looked at him before smiling a little. "Perhaps. Us queens should stick together. She was definitely bold."

"You should. I think it'll be a long while before Westeros changes permanently. But as to who should be your Hand… There are plenty of more fish in that sea."

Daenerys let out a surprised laugh even as Harry pressed a kiss to her mouth, his hands trailing downward slowly.

Daenerys stood at the front of the deck, looking out over her combined fleet of ships. There were three hundred and fifty ships in her fleet and all bearing the banner of House Targaryen. The figureheads varied between the ships, some were krakens for House Greyjoy, some were horses for House Martell and then dragon heads for House Targaryen.

Harry stood just to her left while Missandei to her right and Grey Worm behind her. Varys stood in the corner behind them while Tyrion stood next to Ser Barristan Selmy, who stood directly next to Grey Worm.

They could see Yara and Theon Greyjoy readying their men and ships, calling out orders to hoist the anchors. The Dothraki were staring out at the newly named Bay of Dragons, their eyes a little wide with apprehension.

And finally… their ship moved, sails being let down and the wind buffeting them and propelling the ships forward. Forward to Westeros.

Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal all screamed out and flew in and amongst the clouds before diving down, their huge shadows seeming even greater than the creatures themselves. Excitement echoed from Drogon's mind to her's and Daenerys straightened herself, looking forward. The babe in her belly kicked vehemently and she smiled, rubbing her rounder belly once.

Dragonstone.

Daenerys peered at it from a rowboat a week later, staring down at the keep that she had been born in twenty years ago. It looked like a relatively big island but then again, she had not known many islands. There was the volcano in the center, one in which she had read of dragons nesting in and around volcanic caves.

There was the small fishing village that centered on the other side of the castle and keep. She looked at Harry, whose eyes were wide with awe, and reached out to grasp his hand. Harry peered at her and smiled, nodding at something he could see.

"You're home."

Her heart thumped in her chest as the men continued to row the small boat towards the island.

Missandei and Grey Worm were silent as they took in the island, their eyes going a little wider.

A few minutes later the boat carrying them hit the sandy beach and Harry helped Grey Worm to pull it ashore, tucking it safely away. He watched as Daenerys took her first steps on the island of her birth, in her home country of Westeros. He stayed where he was though and let her take her first steps alone, knowing it would mean the world to her to be back here.

Daenerys knelt down into the sand, her boots leaving prints on the island, and grasped some of the sand. Her mother had died birthing her here. Queen Rhaella Targaryen had been alone with her younger son and an unborn daughter. She had been alone, exhausted and had just lost her home when Daenerys had been born. Lost her family, her oldest son, her grandchildren and her gooddaughter.

Tears pricked her eyes but she stood up and carried on, hearing her friends follow her from a small distance. She shivered slightly as the sea wind wove around her and pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. She had changed into warmer clothes as they had approached the island and now she was grateful for it. Meereen had been warm, even hot, but Dragonstone was very much not Meereen. Westeros was not Meereen.

Daenerys looked up at the keep from the beach, her heart racing into her throat, and walked up to the stone wall that barricaded the keep. It was bookended by stone dragon heads. She took in a deep breath, all those years of history. Dragonstone was the ancestral home of House Targaryen, ever since Lord Aenar Targaryen brought his whole household over from Valyria.

Two men of the Unsullied walked past her and pulled the gate open, letting her see what lay beyond the gate. A long walk lay between the gate and the keep and she could just faintly see the three headed dragon in the stone walls of the keep. Though… She could also see the banner of House Baratheon hanging from the foremost wall.

Her nose wrinkled at the sight before she stepped past the open gate, leading the way. Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion flew above them, circling the keep and screaming out a challenge.

Daenerys stopped before the door of the keep, stared up at the banner of House Baratheon and turned to Harry, whose eyes flashed with understanding before he flicked a finger. With a snap, the banner fell to the ground, its ropes cut. Grey Worm picked it up and threw it off to the side and opened the door to the keep.

She stepped inside and walked into the keep of Dragonstone, hearing her own boots and the boots of her friends echo in the small hallway. The stone around them was strange to her, black but tinged with light blue and it was beautiful. The small hallway turned out into the entry hall, with the door to the great hall and the seat of the Lord and Lady of the keep ahead. Or she supposed… Before Robert's Rebellion, it had been the seat of the heir to the throne. Prince or Princess of Dragonstone. She had been her brother's heir, had been Princess of Dragonstone, but they had not been able to lay claim to the keep then.

They could now and Daenerys walked over to the great door and tore down the second banner of House Baratheon. Both banners though were different than the stag she remembered and she turned to look at Tyrion, raising an eyebrow.

"That was Stannis' sigil," Tyrion explained quietly. "He took it when he was crowned king. It combines the sigil of the Red Priestesses god and the stag."

Daenerys dipped her head in a nod and walked on, as the Unsullied opened the door for her. She inhaled sharply at the sight in front of her, the great hall and the throne of Dragonstone. She took a few hesitant steps in to stop before the throne, staring at it for a few minutes in more than a little awe before walking onward.

She heard scraping behind her and looked back, to see Harry righting the candle stand that had fallen next to the throne. He smiled at her, his eyes soft, before he gestured on.

Daenerys turned back and headed past the throne, walking into the open air room beyond and the great Painted Table. She stopped before it, her eyes wide and her heart skipping a beat as she took it in. It was nearly fifty feet long, stretching from the tip of Dorne to the great Wall in the north.

"Whoa…" Harry whispered, trailing off.

Daenerys reached out and traced her fingers over the table, her eyes on the little figures that stood proudly on it. There were little figures like game pieces on the table, little lion figureheads, little ships, little wolf figures and on, for each great house.

There was a great stone dragon etched into the wall to their right and the stone chairs around the table had wingtips on top of them.

She could hear the waves pounding the island below them and tried to imagine what it was like the day she was born. She had gained her first name then, Daenerys Stormborn. She was home.

Daenerys met Harry's eyes, her heart racing within her chest. "Shall we begin?"