AN: I do not own either HP or Game of Thrones. This story will have mpreg in it. Jaime/Harry

Harlan Tyrell, secondborn son of Olenna and Luthor Tyrell, was a quiet babe. He was Olenna's third child and second son, after Mace. He was strange though, his golden eyes were old and yet young at the same time as he grew older. Olenna came to prefer him over her first son, even wishing that he had been her first born. But there was nothing to do except love him.

He had untamable black hair, rare for a Tyrell, but their bannerman came to call him the Black Rose. Horses, dogs and cats took to him easily enough as he learned how to ride and how to hawk with his father. He even brought home a baby hawk when he was ten and three, a pure white hawk that Harlan named Hedwig.

When he started to have strange growing pains after his fourteenth name day, Olenna called for the maester. For some men had been known to be able to carry children. It was rare in the North, some maesters thought it had to do with the rough landscape of the North, and it was a gift that was growing even scarce here in the South.

The maesters of Westeros had never been able to figure out what brought about the gift but some people thought it had to do with the children of the forest. Some thought it was due to having Valyrian blood spread about in Westeros. Others just plain thought it strange and weird, thought that men who had the ability to carry babes were devilborn and were men to stay away from.

Others thought it was a blessed gift from the Mother and Father.

Olenna watched as Maester Lomys looked Harlan over, her son looking right at the maester with thoughtful eyes. Lomys felt around Harlan's stomach, asking her son if he felt any pain or anything that might indicate unusual body parts. Harlan's white hawk was on its perch by the window, chirping in its' own language.

"Mother?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Would it be so bad if I was devilborn? You'll still love me?"

Olenna frowned, her eyes narrowing. Devilborn was the derogatory term for men who could carry children. "I will still love you, sweetling. And don't use that term again. It is witchborn."

Harlan nodded, his golden eyes lit up with joy.

"You are correct, Lady Olenna. Your second son is witchborn," Maester Lomys said. "Would you like me to look for some suitable suitors?"

Olenna studied Harlan, as his son got up off the chair that he was sitting on and went over to stroke his hawk. There was something about him, something that made her think that he was here for a greater purpose than to marry a lowborn man or infertile woman. "No. I will let him look when the time comes."

Harry looked between Storm's End, the castle that Mace was putting to the siege, and to where King's Landing was. Stannis was Robert's brother and so was fighting on the rebel's side. Hedwig flew above him, killing any and all ravens that flew out of the castle. The Redwyne fleet, his lady mother's fleet, had cut off the bay from trade, thus making it so that the castle would not receive any food.

He peered to the north, to King's Landing and then back to his brother. Lord Mace Tyrell wasn't the greatest military commander in Westeros but he had the greatest army behind him. If it hadn't been for his witchborn blood, he might have commanded at least one of the armies that Mace had assembled.

Granted, being able to bear children wasn't that unusual for him to begin with since he knew that wizards in his past life could, assuming they were powerful enough. The thing that made him even more unusual in this life was his magic. His magic that was just now telling him to go to King's Landing.

Jaime gazed down at the body of the king he had pledged to defend and guard. King Aerys was dead, his corpse lying on the floor and blood was steadily pouring out. Aerys had not been reborn a dragon, as he had so hoped. And Jaime was very much relieved, for he would not have known what to do if Aerys had done the very thing he had hoped to do.

Burn them all. Burn them all.

He knew that his father was leading men right now into the city. He knew that Prince Rhaegar was dead, had died on the Trident.

The bodies of the two pyromancers were in front of the throne as well. Jaime's white cloak was splattered, stained, with blood, red droplets coating it. He was so deep in his thoughts that he did not hear the door to the Red Keep open nor did he hear booted footsteps walk across the throne room.

"Ser Jaime?"

King Aerys had made it clear that he was to stay by his side throughout the war, throughout hearing that Prince Rhaegar had died on the Trident. The king had wanted to use Jaime as a hostage, to force his father to fight for him. And now… Lannisters were fighting through the remaining Targaryen bannermen.

Ser Jonothor and Ser Lewyn had died too, his brothers who hadn't paid him much mind when he had asked to take their place. Better to fight with Prince Rhaegar than to be facing his father now.

"Ser Jaime!"

He looked up to see Ser Harlan Tyrell, the Black Rose, for his black hair. The man wore a green cloak over his shoulders and armor that moved with his body. The man's golden eyes were wary, looking at him and beyond him at the body of the king.

"You're the witchborn Tyrell, aren't you?"

Harlan nodded. "What happened to the king?"

"I killed him." Jaime waited to see if there was any judgement from Harlan.

Harlan's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the bodies of the pyromancers. "I am not going to judge you, if that's what you're waiting for. The king was going to die anyway, whether by your father's hand or someone else's. I am only here to get the Princesses and Prince out and back to Dorne."

"I-"

A scream interrupted Jaime and his heart started to beat quickly, recognizing Princess Elia's voice.

"Help me get them out?" Harlan asked, already taking a step towards the door that took them further into the keep. The blade at Harlan's waist twinkled in the sunlight as a sunbeam from a window hovered over it, the rubies on the hilt shining.

"You're a liability, Ser Harlan. You witchborn people always are."

"Being witchborn is not a liability, Ser Jaime. It just means that I can bear children, have a family. That's not a bad thing, is it?"

Another scream tore through the air and Jaime flinched, seeing Ser Harlan move through the door already. He followed the man, his hand on his blade.

"Princess Rhaenys' room is that way," Jaime whispered urgently as they took the stairs at a run. "Elia's is to the left. She had Prince Aegon with her when I last checked. I will meet you there."

Harlan nodded and took off to the right, towards where Rhaenys was. Jaime took a left, heading to the Dornish Princess' quarters were. Several Targaryen bannermen were lying on the stone hallway between him and Elia, their sightless eyes looking up at him. They had all been bludgeoned to death, reminding Jaime of… His eyes widened as he thought of when he had last seen Gregor Clegane.

He raced up ahead when he heard another scream.

Harry ran through the door to the left, heading up another set of stairs to where Jaime had directed him to Rhaenys' room. He drew Gryffindor's sword, which had come to him a few years ago, and cut and fought his way through the Lannister bannermen ahead of him. They were clad in red, a gold lion on their shields, and their spears and swords were dipped in red. Blood dripped off their weapons and Harry flinched, stepping into a corner to avoid them.

Memories of his last battle at Hogwarts flashed through his mind but he shrugged them off. He cast a blasting charm towards the last group of men and ran right into Rhaenys' room, seeing Ser Amory Lorch yanking the young girl up and out of bed.

"Put the girl down," Harry ordered, his heart clenching at the fear on Rhaenys' face.

"Ah, the Black Rose. What are you going to do? You're the first witchborn man I've met. Shall we see what kind of parts you have under that tunic?"

Harry let out a hiss of breath then glanced to the open window behind Rhaenys' bed. Hedwig was hovering just outside, her claws up, ready to slice through anything. He grinned. "How about we don't and you give me the Princess?"

Ser Amory smirked, baring his teeth and then screamed. Hedwig flew in, speeding right towards his uncovered head and scraped her talons right over his head. Blood immediately poured from the wounds and Ser Amory yelled out, grabbing his sword from its sheath. Harry dove in and caught Rhaenys as she fell, pulling her in as she took shallow, frightened breaths. As Rhaenys was not looking, he cast the killing curse, the sickly green light of the spell speeding right at Ser Amory.

The man keeled over dead, as soon as the curse hit him.

"Hush, sweetling. It's okay," Harry whispered, watching as Rhaenys burrowed into him. She was trembling so much so that he feared she would die of fright. "I've got you. Shhh."

"Is Mother…"

"Ser Jaime's getting her and your brother. Are you okay? Not injured?"

Rhaenys shook her head. "Can we go see Mother now?"

"Yes, of course."

Harry whistled and took off back through the door, hearing Hedwig's wings flap through the air as she took off ahead of him. He sidestepped the dead Targaryen and Lannister bannermen, heading right to where Jaime said he would meet him. He heard Jaime before they even turned the corner and arrived at Princess Elia's room, hearing Jaime's voice yell out and the clash of metal upon metal sounded in the hallway.

Harry stopped in the doorway, his eyes widening and his heart racing at the sight before them. Jaime was fighting Gregor Clegane and the lone knight of the kingsguard was already injured, blood pouring down from his left shoulder.

Princess Elia was on the stone floor, weeping over… the body of Prince Aegon. The infant boy was still, lying on the cold stone but Harry squinted, reaching out with his magic and… Yes, Aegon was still alive, mayhaps he was stunned. Harry's stomach roiled at the thought of something worse happening to Aegon and Rhaenys cried out in his arms. Elia startled up, peering over at Harry and Rhaenys, her eyes red with tears.

Harry stared at Jaime and Clegane, seeing Jaime sway a little as he blocked a blow from the Mountain, then stepped up, stopping a little bit behind Jaime. "Do we need to keep him alive?"

"No!" Elia shouted. "He killed my child. He…"

"Mama!" Rhaenys yelled out.

"Hold on, Rhaenys," Harry spoke, stumbling back a little bit when Jaime threw an arm across Rhaenys, stopping them from going to Elia. "Alright."

He whispered the curse again, again watched as the sickly green light race towards Clegane. Harry directed the spell right through one of the openings of Clegane's armor and a second after the curse hit, the Mountain keeled over, right towards them. Harry quickly moved Rhaenys into one arm and tugged Jaime back, over to the other side, as they watched Gregor Clegane fall onto the stone floor with a thunk.

They all stared dazedly at the body of the Mountain then Jaime fell into him. Harry startled but wrapped an arm around the man, lowering Rhaenys to the floor so that she could go to her mother. "Jaime?"

"Go! You need to get Princess Elia out of here," Jaime spoke, his voice shaky as he slumped further into Harry. "Leave me."

"Not going to leave you," Harry grumbled, looking over to where Elia was. "Princess Elia… Can you walk?"

Elia glanced up at them, her arms tight around Rhaenys. Her dark eyes were sorrowful, full of grief but there was a determination in them too, as she carefully stood up. "I can. Let's go. Ser Jaime, are you..."

"It's not fatal," Harry offered, peering down at Jaime's left shoulder. Jaime's armor on his shoulder was dented, showing where a dagger was impaled in his flesh. Odd, since Harry didn't think a dagger was a weapon that the Mountain used. "I do need to look at it quickly though and Elia..."

"Ser Harlan?" Elia questioned, raising an eyebrow at his thoughtful tone.

"Aegon is still alive," Harry said, peering at Jaime in his arms and cautiously backing up so that the other knight could lean against the wall. Harry quickly walked over to where Aegon lay, placing a hand on the infant's pulse point on his small wrist. Aegon's pulse was slow but there. Harry quickly cast a few charms, mostly healing, to mend the wound on the boy's head. Harry nodded to himself, hearing Hedwig trill out an alarm.

Elia cried out and immediately ran over to him, scooping up Aegon in her arms. "Thank the gods. Aegon!"

"Brother!" Rhaenys whispered, ruffling her brother's tufts of silver hair.

"Let's get out of here," Elia murmured, holding Aegon in one arm and her other dropping down to hold Rhaenys' hand. "Ser Jaime?"

"Leave me here. I will slow you down, Ser Harlan, Princess Elia," Jaime retorted, coughing.

"You are to stay alive," Elia spoke, steel in her voice, as she walked over to them. "Live and protect me."

Jaime blinked, from where Harry was holding him up, then nodded. "Your Grace."

Harry, Princess Elia, Princess Rhaenys, Prince Aegon and Jaime left through one of the capital's smaller gates on horseback. Jaime had said, before passing out, that a wheelhouse would be too suspicious so they stole three horses, with the third being in a pack string.

Rhaenys and Aegon were riding with Elia and Jaime had passed out, slumped against Harry's back.