His name and a ruby medallion with the word "dracarys" engraved on it, was all that he had. He had no past, and he knew that finding everything about it was the only way he can build his future. On his 18th nameday, Jon Snow was sent away from the Night's Watch (the home which takes in orphaned boys until they come of age) and thus prompted the start of his journey to the past (and inevitably to the future). Along the way he meets a certain Lord Petyr Baelish, who promised to help him, and his niece Alayne, who induces out of him several unexplainable emotions, both familiar and new. Will Jon be able to accept the truth of his past, and its inextricable effect to his future? Inspired by Anastasia. (JonxSansa)

Author's Notes: Hi guys, I am really thankful that you will take time to read my story. Quite obviously, this is sort of AU and is actually inspired by Anastasia. Changes had to be made as well for literary purposes. But anyway, I do hope you will find the story enjoyable just the same. This chapter is on Dany's POV, she will be older than Jon in the story. Please read and review so I will find inspiration. Enjoy!

Prologue:

It was a time of prosperity and good fortune for Westeros. The people were content and happy under the leadership of the Targaryen Royal Family. King Rhaegar, kind and just, was loved by all. By his side, he had the Queen Lyanna who was undoubtedly fierce but nevertheless equally charismatic. The initial issues and talks about her being the second wife of Rhaegar (after Queen Elia Martell died giving birth to Prince Aegon) were long forgotten and she was accepted by the people as their rightful queen. The Queen Lyanna was not only a good and loving wife to the king; she was also every bit of a mother to the Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon as she was to her trueborn son Prince Jaehaerys III. She did not show partiality to her son, instead she loved and cared for all the children as if they were all her own; and that endeared her more to Rhaegar and to the people.

On the 300th year of the Targaryen rule. King Rhaegar hosted a ball at the Red Keep to celebrate the Targaryen tricentennial. It was a night of feast and happiness attended by the most important figures of the time. People from all over Westeros, highborn or not, were welcomed to join in the rejoicing. Hence, the tragedy that commenced on that very night caught everyone off-guard. It was a tragedy that changed the life of everyone in Westeros forever.

And thus the story begins.

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Princess Daenerys Stormborn looked around and smiled to herself as she saw the happy faces of everyone in attendance that night. Looking at the people, she knew that her older brother was doing an excellent job at being king and she was utterly proud. The Red Keep was in high spirits and everything was just perfect. Accompanied by her small party led by Ser Jorah Mormont, she walked over to the Iron Throne to pay her respect to the king and queen.

"Your Grace, my king and queen." she said followed by a graceful curtsy. She was not surprised when her brother rose from his seat and gave her a hug and kisses on her cheeks. After all, Rhaegar was every bit of a doting big brother as much as he was king.

"My lovely little sister, we've missed you. I am very pleased that you are able to come celebrate with us tonight."

She laughed and replied, "Well I am certainly lovely but while I hate to point it out to you, I am no longer little, big brother."

"That may be true, but you will always be a little girl to me." Rhaegar's eyes were smiling and she knew he was taunting her.

She saw Lyanna's amused expression. "The children have been looking forward to seeing you." she said while giving her a hug.

"As have I." Daenerys certainly loved her niece and nephews and she always looked forward to the times she gets to spend with them. "I should make the most of free time I have, for once they see me, particularly little Jaehaerys, I will be too pre-occupied."

As if on cue, Daenerys heard little voices from behind her. "Aunt Dany! Aunt Dany!" they said. She spun around and smiled when she saw her niece Rhaenys, who is a darling little lady of ten and two; her nephew Aegon, who was ten; and of course her favourite (she denies it but everyone knows it to be true) Jaehaerys, who was eight. She kissed them all tenderly. It seemed only yesterday that they were all babes who she carried in her arms, now they were looking more and more like proper royalties who will one day rule the kingdom.

"May I be excused, Your Grace? I would very much like to take these little sweet things into my arms and torture them with my hugs and kisses." she pleaded to the king and queen.

"Of course. Go ahead. It is but very timely as we have to attend to the Queen's family who has just arrived." Rhaegar motioned to the entrance where she saw Lord Eddard Stark with his family in tow.

"Thank you my king, my queen. Please relay my regards to Lord Eddard and his family."

Lyanna smiled "We will. Have fun with the chidren."

The children led her to a table in the more quiet part of the room. They sat down and she looked at them one by one. Princess Rhaenys was every bit of a Targaryen with her silver hair and lilac eyes. She wore a simple Grecian gown in a shade that matched her eyes. A few more years and Rhaegar and Lyanna would surely have immense trouble with this one. Next she looked at Prince Aegon, who shared the same silver hair and indigo eyes as they had. He was growing up to be a fine gentleman who will one day rule the kingdom. Lastly she looked at Jaehaerys. The boy did not inherit the physical attributes of the Targaryens but she senses in him the strong spirit and fire of a true dragon.

"Did you bring us presents again, Aunt Dany?" the excitement in Rhaenys' voice is very obvious. Aegon and Jaehaerys shared the same expectant looks.

"Did you really think I would forget? I have your presents but you must wait until the festivities are over. It would be rude for us to leave in the middle of it when we are the very reason we are having this celebration." Daenerys saw their momentary disappointed expressions which immediately changed to that of understanding.

"Yes Aunt Dany!" the three said in unison. She was very content seeing these children. Sometimes, she wondered if she will ever have children as lovely as these three. She even delved as far as to wonder if she will ever have a blissful marriage as her brother and his wife had. Her thoughts were disrupted by the low whispering among the royal children. Whatever their concern was, it appears Jaehaerys was the one designated to voice it out.

"Uhhhhm, Aunt Dany, Rhaenys and Aegon were wondering if we may be excused. We saw that the Stark children have arrived and we wanted to come and greet them." Dany understood very well. It is but natural for children to be unable to keep their attention on one thing for a long time.

She did not answer for a moment to tease them, but finally she allowed them to go. They hurriedly ran to god knows where but she called on Jaehaerys just before he left. The boy looked at him with curiosity filled gray eyes. This was the perfect opportunity since Rhaenys and Aegon already ran off and were out of sight.

"One moment Jaehaerys. I have something to give you." She knew she said that their presents would have to wait, but she just wanted to indulge herself (and her favouritism). The boy walked back to her and waited in anticipation. She called on to Missandei to bring to her the present for the boy. She took it out of the box and dangled it before Jaehaerys. She saw the amazement in his eyes.

"It's a medallion." she said as she handed it over to him. The boys examined it and she saw his confused look.

"Dre..dra..ca..rys?" she smiled at his struggle.

"Dracarys. It means dragon fire, dear nephew." She ruffled his hair. She had this especially made for Jaehaerys. It was a ruby medallion set on fine silver with the word "dracarys" engraved on it. She wanted to give Jaehaerys a gift that will represent his lineage, so no one would dare question him being a Targaryen. She put in the word "dracarys" because the boy embodies the fierce dragon fire of the Targaryens despite his appearance bearing strongly that of the Starks.

"Dracarys." he repeated more easily now. Jaehaerys wore the medallion around his neck. "Thank you Aunt Dany." he hugged her, and she saw the gratefulness in his eyes.

"Never forget, Jaehaerys. Keep it close to your heart and always remember, fire and blood." Dany reminded the boy. She wanted to make sure that he will always remember that he is a proud son of the House Targaryen. "Now run along and play with your siblings and the Stark children. I'll see you again later." she added. Jaehaerys happily ran off to where the other children were. She smiled happily.

Dany spent the next couple of hours mingling with the people. She had a wonderful time catching up with many of her friends, including Ser Barristan Selmy who always had the most entertaining stories. She even had time to catch up with her own brother Viserys, who despite still being quite obnoxious, made time to be with family on this important night. They were in the middle of enjoying wine when a commotion set in. Daenerys suddenly got this weird and unexplainable feeling at the pit of her stomach.

They heard the booming voice of their king brother. "How dare you return to this castle, you traitor?!"

From among the crowd Pyat Pree emerged who feigned surprise and stated "Me a traitor? I am your advisor, Your Grace." Daenerys knew the man. He was formerly a member of Rhaegar's small council and was among the king's most trusted. However, they soon found out that he was an unholy man dealing with dark magic that threatened the kingdom and the Targaryen Family. He was plotting to overthrow the royal family and rumor has it that he had access to dark magic that will allow him to raise an undead army. Whether that was true, not one soul has yet to confirm. Here he is now, looking maniacally grim and vengeful.

"Advisor? Hah! You are a traitor!Get out!" King Rhaegar did not flinch and anger was very evident in him. The people around all had nothing but fear in their eyes. Dany had that fear too, but she dare not show it.

"You think you can embarrass me, the great Pyat Pree? By the holy powers vested in me, I will banish YOU with a curse." gasps of mixed fear and shock was heard. She looked over to her family, Lyanna instinctively went in front of the children in a protective stance. Daenerys held onto Viserys, she needed to know she had her family there, and that she had nothing to fear.

"Mark my words, you and your family will die within the fortnight! I will not rest until I see the end of the Targaryen line, forever!" the lunacy of this man has got to stop. He was scaring the soul out of the people, especially the poor children. Before he could be seized, Pyat Pree disappeared without a trace. It was said that he was so consumed by his hatred for King Rhaegar and his family and it drove him to sell his soul for the power to destroy them.

From that moment on, the spark of unhappiness in the kingdom was fanned into a flame that soon destroyed the royal family forever. A rebellion led by Robert Baratheon paved the downfall of the Targaryen dynasty. King's Landing was sacked. The castle infiltrated. It was nothing but chaos and ruins.

That night they had to escape. Daenerys was being hauled away by her guards, with her was Jaehaerys. She no longer had inkling where the other members of their family were. She was still very hopeful but she also knew that she should brace herself for the worst. They were running and running but they were met with a group of Baratheon soldiers. Some of the guards, true to their sworn duty, stayed behind so they can flee. They came to the dark cellars beneath the Red Keep where dragon skulls were mounted. It was a dead end. Dany feared for her life, but she was ever more scared for the life of her little nephew. She looked at Ser Jorah and Missandei with terror-filled eyes. They can already hear the enemy soldiers approaching. Dany hugged her nephew, hoping it would somehow provide him with protection. She was already awaiting doom when suddenly she heard voices. It was Lord Eddard Stark and his companion Lord Howland Reed who emerged from the dark.

"Princess Daenerys, Prince Jaehaerys, please hurry down here." Lord Stark whispered. They were led down an inconspicuous door in the floor that Dany never knew existed.

"Aunt Dany, I am scared. Why did the floor open? I don't want to go down in there please. It's too dark." Dany pitied her nephew. He was too young and innocent to be subjected to this kind of torment. Yet they had no choice. This may be their only way to survival. She took a moment to stare into his eyes to pacify him.

"It will only take a second little one. I'll be down there and we'll be out of here safe before you know it. Trust me." she saw his hesitation but he nodded nonetheless.

When they were brought down Dany saw that they were in the sewers. They struggled through the darkness but she held on Jaehaerys through it all. She dare not let go in fear that she will lose him. Finally, they made it out to a part of the town they have never been to before. Lord Stark provided them with clothes to change into so they will not be identified as they leave. Everything was a blur; people were in a state of panic. Shouts and cries rang everywhere and it was painful to hear. There were bodies everywhere, some of injured men and women, while most were that of the dead which included children. Dany adjusted the hood over her head.

"Please take my chidren, I beg you." she heard a mother plead to a man atop a caravan filled with people.

"Princess, hurry. You must get on to that caravan. That will be the last one to smuggle people out of here." Lord Reed urged her.

They wasted no time. Missandei got on; followed by Ser Jorah who had to be first to make sure that it will be safe to get on. She has barely stepped on the caravan when it started to move. She shrieked as she saw Jaehaerys go farther and farther from sight. Her nephew made an attempt to run after the caravan. Lord Stark and Lord Reed were likewise caught by surprise but made a move to chase the caravan as well. She held her hand out.

"Take my hand." Jaehaerys was able to grasp her hand. He was crying now, imploring her not to let go. She held on to his little hand as if it was their only life line. However, fate was not so kind. In the crowd, Lord Stark and Lord Reed were lost. The multitude of people hoping to leave King's Landing caused her to lose her grip on her nephew. She lost him. She never knew a much worse pain than the one she had at that moment.

"JAEHAERYS!" Dany screamed his name as the caravan sped away, farther and farther from home. Dread filled her and she can only pray that the little Targaryen prince survives. That night, in the name of the proud and mighty House Targaryen, she swore that they will take back what was rightfully theirs. They will return and she swore, all those who wronged them will know nothing but fire and blood.

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So many lives were destroyed that night. What has always been was gone forever. And the Prince Jaehaerys III, who was rumoured to have survived, was never seen again.

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Teaser:

He had no memories about his past. All he had was this ruby medallion and his occasional dreams and visions of certain faces and events. He grew up knowing only that he was an orphan and that's why he was brought to be raised in the Night's Watch. Ser Alliser, who ran the home, was cruel but even more so particularly to him. He imputed that he was most likely a bastard who was left off to die by a mother who did not want him.

"Why else would you be abandoned without even a name?" Ser Alliser would always sneer at Jon.

Jon Snow refused to believe that. He grew up having all these dreams of people and places. Surely, years of dreams just can't be wrong. Home, love, family; that was all he dreamed of and all that he aspires to have. There was once a time he must had had them too, right?