AN: I do not own either GoT or HP. GRR Martin and JK Rowling do.

I plan on this being Harry/Khal Drogo.

In 274 AC, Queen Rhaella Targaryen birthed a baby boy. The pregnancy was not particularly hard and she hoped that this birth wouldn't turn out to be stillborn. She hoped that her brother-husband would not have cause to hurt her more after this. This child wasn't a girl and even if it had been a girl, it would have been too late to make a bride for her first son, but it alleviated the paranoia and anger of her husband. Aerys almost seemed back to normal as the boy grew without any illness or sudden injury and the paranoid light in the king's eyes went away with the birth of Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen.

As he came out of Rhaella's womb, he gave a cry the loudest Rhaella had ever heard from a babe then was silent. Aerys came in then and together they gave the boy the name of Jaehaerys Targaryen, named for the past king and dragonrider of Verimithor.

Rhaegar doted on his baby brother and for the years following, everyone knew that little "Harry", as he was called, had Rhaegar wrapped around his little finger. And eventually Rhaegar doted on little Viserys Targaryen, shielding his siblings from their father's wrath and doing his best to shield their mother. Meanwhile, Rhaegar had to find a bride…

The last time Harry saw Rhaegar, his older brother, was when he was nine. He was riding off to battle on the Trident and Harry was standing on his tiptoes to grab onto the bottom of Rhaegar's tunic. Though, by now Jaehaerys was known to be tall for his age, almost reaching Rhaegar's waist. Harry's silver hair reached to his chin, often in wild curls and untamable, to the anguish of Queen Rhaella.

"Don't go," Jaehaerys ordered, peering up into his two indigo eyes. "Please."

Rhaegar knelt down to be at her level, placing his hand on his sword to steady it then placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Little dragon, I won't be long. Hopefully, I'll be back before your tenth nameday."

"But Rhaegar! What about…" Harry trailed off and looked down at his booted feet, fidgeting. He had only ever told Rhaegar about his dreams of having… magic though he hadn't told anyone of having regained memories. No one knew that he had woken up one morning and had seen all of the furniture in his room floating. His older brother hadn't really understood but he hadn't laughed at him like some of the squires or men of the court had when Harry had let slip a word or two. That had taught him to shut up, even more so when Rhaegar had told him to be cautious.

"Your abilities?" Rhaegar finished, tilting his chin up so that he would look at Rhaegar.

"Yes. I don't… I'm scared of father."

Rhaegar sighed then glanced at Jaime Lannister, who was standing behind them at the keep's entrance. "Ser Jaime has promised me he will protect you. Keep them hidden, sweet brother. Go to my Elia if you have nightmares."

Harry took a deep breath then nodded, pushing a strand of blond hair back behind his ear, thinking of black hair when he did it. "When, not if."

Rhaegar snorted and laid a kiss on his forehead and ruffled his hair like he always did. "You were always older than your years, Harry. Never change."

Harry grinned up at him and threw his small arms around his older brother's shoulders. "I will miss you."

"I will miss you too, little dragon," Rhaegar whispered.

"Come back safe."

A week later, they received word of Rhaegar's death at the Trident. Aerys II grew red in the face then roared for many hours. Afterwords, the king ordered the pregnant queen and the two princes out of the city and to Dragonstone. Ser Willem Darry went with them and off they went on a small ship, bound to the island fortress of the Targaryens. Harry had been excited about seeing the island at first but then realized what it had meant.

He had also realized that his father hadn't sent Princess Elia and her two children with them or to Dorne.

"Harry, my son," Rhaella spoke from her bed. The cabin was small but it had space for the three of them. Viserys was asleep on the bunk across from them, with Harry having slept in the bunk right by the door. There were no windows in this part of the ship, no way to look out at the oncoming fortress. Harry got up out of his bunk and crept over to his mother, remembering his first mother. And his first father, who was, even though he had died when Harry had been one and a half, very much better than Aerys. Rhaella had tried to shield him from Aerys but as Harry was known to the family as having light feet, he had seen and… felt Aerys burning people to death.

"Yes, mother?" Harry whispered, looking over to where she had placed her crown. He jumped up onto her bunk and slipped into her arms, remembering his father.

"You are now heir," Rhaella murmured, running a hand through his hair. "Jaehaerys III Targaren. Witchborn, some might say."

Harry's eyes widened as he glanced up at his mother, feeling the elder wand place itself into his left hand. It was almost if it had never left his hand, returning to its master. Its' reincarnated master, who was still getting used to having silver gold hair. And being called a dragon when in fact dragons hadn't been seen in this world for hundreds of years.

Rhaella grinned wearily. "Oh, yes, dear. I've seen things floating around you."

"You won't say anything?"

"No, I won't. It might save your life, sweetheart. These are dark times and I will be thankful for whatever talent the gods gave you. The Targaryens were always known to be magical," Rhaella whispered, stroking his back. "You know why we're going to Dragonstone."

"Yes, mother. Rhaegar's dead."

Rhaella closed her eyes at her now eldest son's tone. Rhaegar had always called Jaehaerys old for his age and she wished Rhaegar was here with them now. He was always able to calm Harry's fears but since they had received word of his death, Aerys had been raging more than ever. It was like the calm that came with Jaehaerys had vanished and the rage and paranoia had come back with a fierce passion. Aerys had stopped washing his hair and clipping his nails in the past few months and Rhaella had tried to stay away from him, mostly unsuccessfully.

"You are heir to the throne now," Rhaella finally spoke, opening her eyes to see Harry looking up at her with sad light purple eyes. "Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne."

Prince Jaehaerys looked up at her and she saw his light violet eyes widen. Her son's skin went pale then he hid his face in her chest. She sighed, guessing that he was thinking of Aerys and how bad of a king he was at the end.

"Mother, do you think we'll be able to go back home again?" Harry murmured, burrowing into her arms and shivering when a great wave buffered the ship.

She sighed and thought of Aerys' expression when they left and of the night when he had burned Rickard Stark alive, with Brandon Stark strangling himself to death trying to rescue his father. Aerys had come to visit her again that night, leaving marks and scratches on her body when she tried to scramble out from under him. "I don't think so, little Harry."

She felt Harry burrow in tighter then suddenly look up at her, his eyes wide. "Mother, you're with child again."

Rhaella's eyes widened. "You can..."

"I sense her." Harry looked up at her then she watched as his eyes slowly drooped closed and then his breathing evened out in sleep.

Rhaella took a deep breath then wrapped a hand around her stomach, staying awake for the next few hours.

"Come, children," Ser Willem whispered, looking down at Jaehaerys, Viserys and the little girl babe, who had been born the night before. Daenerys Stormborn. She was being held in her youngest brother's arms very carefully; Viserys was shivering in the sturdy winds that were a product of the storms of the night before. Jaehaerys was standing close to Viserys and Daenerys, looking at his two younger siblings with a kind of protective gaze. The heir to the throne was all of nine years old, too young to have witnessed his father burn people to death and cause a young man to strangle himself to death in his attempt to rescue his father. But witness it, he did.

And now, they had received word of the capture of King's Landing by the rebels, Stark and Lannisters and Baratheons. Willem was just waiting on his men as they readied the one last ship of the royal fleet, to go to Bravvos. Hopefully, before the fortress came to a decision on whether or not to sell the children to Robert Baratheon and before Stannis came with the fleet.

"Why are they talking about selling us?" Jaehaerys finally asked, speaking in a low tone and addressing only him. "We're not slaves."

Ser Willem sighed, his hand on the hilt of his blade. He didn't want to scare the young prince so he tried to be careful in choosing what he said. "Stannis and Robert want to make sure you are no threat to them."

Jaehaerys narrowed his eyes then looked at his brother and sister. "We are children. Not threats. They killed our father and brother and our brother's family. I will not allow them to kill us."

Ser Willem's eyes widened at the solemn way the prince spoke. One of the men that had agreed to smuggle the children out came around the corner and gestured to the door in front of them. Everything was ready.

The first time that Harry caught Viserys touching Daenerys in an inappropriate way, Daenerys was ten and two. Viserys was ten and nine. Harry was 20 years old, one year older than his brother. Though, he had often noticed Viserys' moods and kept an eye on them. Ever since they had been thrown out by Ser Willem's servants, Viserys had become more and more… angry, fearful and paranoid. Harry did move the three of them from city to city, avoiding staying in cities for too long since he had caught the thoughts of a sellsword in Volantis. The thoughts of killing him, Viserys and Daenerys were in the forefront of the sellsword's mind and it had made Harry a lot more cautious.

"You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?"

Harry walked through the hallway of the current home they were in, in Lys, and turned into the doorway of Daenery's room. Viserys was looming over their little sister in what looked like a sinister way, in a way that reminded him of how sometimes Vernon had looked at him when no one was looking. Harry hissed out a curse under his breath, not realizing that it had been in parseltongue, and hurried over, steps light. He waited, catching Dany's fearful purple eyes, before speaking.

"Viserys, what do you think you are doing?" Harry questioned, crossing his arms. His magic flared around him, flowing over to curl around Dany protectively. She shivered and he glared at Viserys as his brother turned around, his light purple eyes a contrast to Dany's dark purple eyes. "She is our sister and you have no right."

"House Targaryen-"

"You were scaring her! Besides, House Targaryen is just the three of us! No one else cares about what we do or which people we take as our partners. There are people who hate us! Do you remember our father and mother? Or the attempt on our lives back in Qohor?"

Viserys narrowed his eyes as Harry continued to stare at him. Dany fled, running from the room to the kitchen. Harry sighed and crossed his arms, brushing a stray silver curl from his face.

"She wants to go home!" Viserys exclaimed, his eyes widening even more in disgust. "She's just a child, who just flowered. We should marry her off to one of the lords of-"

Harry frowned, looking Viserys over. "Are you mad? Keeping track of our sister's monthlies? She is just a child! We have no home to go to! The Usurper took it!"

"Everyone should be afraid of us! We're dragons! Fire and Blood! That's our house motto!"

"Viserys, in case it has escaped your notice, we have no dragons. We have no army and we have no ships. And we are not dragons made flesh. None of us have wings or scales or tails. Or don't you remember when Aerion Brightflame thought he was a dragon and drank a glass of wildfire? Our house isn't exactly something to be proud of!"

Viserys glared, an ugly, twisted leer on his face. "I am the dragon and I should be able to get what I want. And I want the throne and a wife."

Harry reached a hand up to rub his temples. "Do not lay a hand on our sister or there will be unpleasant consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

Viserys drew one of his hands forward and Harry quickly flashed outward, grabbing Viserys' hand. "Do not lay a hand on me either. Do I need to restrict you to your room until we leave again?"

Viserys glared at him again, his arm flexing in Harry's grip. "No."

Harry withdrew and walked away, following Dany's trail outside to the small garden in the back of the home that they had commandeered. He heard her crying from in the house and his heart clenched in his chest. He wished things were different. He wished that Rhaegar could have lived, that Daenerys could have had a good life in the Red Keep with the skulls of dragons. She would have loved those.

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