The year was 1995.

As the near fifteen-year-old boy, Jon Snow, finally had opened his sleepy eyes, he observed the sunlight streaming in from their bedroom window, catching the gorgeous silver blonde hair of the girl, who was his betroth, in the bed they had shared for over a year. They began sleeping together on Jon's fourteenth birthday, they both agreed they wanted it, they wanted to cuddle, they wanted to make out, and they wanted to feel each other, naked, all the time, when the chance presented itself. They wanted to make love whenever they could, they both were madly in love.

Jon Snow smiled at Daenerys Blackfyre; this hot girl he loved with all his heart.

Jon wrapped his muscular arms around Dany's nude skinny waist, right over her gorgeous milky flat tummy, pulling her protectively closer to his body, their bodies tangled under the white sheets of their bed. Jon heard Dany let out a small giggle or a happy moan. Jon wasn't sure. What was sure was that it sent blood to his cock, her happy moans caused it to instantly get hard, and his erected cock pressed against her naked perfect round ass. It caused Dany to giggle happily in sensation.

"Please tell me that's uh- your spare wand, that's pressing against my ass, baby,"

Jon blushed but recovered and pressed a delicate kiss on the back of her head. "Does it matter, love? We both know you love it, when it presses against you," Daenerys switched her spooning position, wiggling her ass in his arousal, before she turned around and faced him. A mischievous grin was on her beautiful face. "You know I do, my love, I get so happy when I get to feel your little cute wolf press against my butt," she said with a twinkle, causing Jon and her to chuckle at her joke about his penis. Her lips were waged a kiss, and she pressed her body against his. "I love you, Daenerys Blackfyre," said Jon, looking deeply into her purple eyes. When Jon Snow viewed her in their bed, it always made his heart flutter in the mornings.

Dany felt his love, the calm before their love making, "I love you too, Jon Snow,"

Her scenic purple eyes stared romantically into his stunning greyish wolf eyes, her betroth was so beautiful. When she was naked with him, in bed, under their covers, just cuddling, with each other. Dany could look at him for hours. She could look at his entire body, his perfect feet, his perfect legs, his perfect thighs, his perfect hips, and she loved his cock— even though it wasn't the biggest cock in the world.

Dany loved looking his beautiful ripped abs and his perfectly firm squared chest. She thought, his one inch faded red boomerang scar was so hot, she loved to kiss it all the time. Even though, the two of them, Arya Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Brandon Stark, and Rickon Stark, had no idea how Jon had gotten it. The adults refused to tell them, and her intended, until his fifteenth birthday. Daenerys had suspicions about his scar, since there would be some nights where they slept together, when Jon would wake up cold as ice, covering the faded mark over his heart. Dany didn't know what was happening, so she started to become worried about him.

Jon would sooth her, however, telling her, "the pain isn't bad, love." Daenerys had asked him, "Do you remember anything from your dreams, that could have triggered this nightmare?" Jon had brooded, as they cuddled under their covers. Next he finally had replied, "The only thing I can remember about these dreams, Daenerys, is a green light, as well as a Halloween-like ghost laugh. Then I wake up clutching the scar over my heart." Jon had told her sincerely; the pain just lasted for a couple seconds.

Dany had looked at him. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked worriedly as her hand stroked his cheek. "I'm fine, my love, I promise," Jon had told her, kissing her lips, "come here," pulling her down, laying her head on his chest, and pulling their covers mostly over their bare private parts. Dany had sighed contentedly, snuggling into him, moaning in pleasure, and moaning in sleepiness. She kissed his scar delicately, before she rested her head over his heart. They went back to sleep that night.

She had a mischievous smile on her lips. She wanted to be on top this time. Daenerys wanted to ride her love wolf, like there was no tomorrow, she wanted to ride him slowly this morning. She wanted to giggle, as she rocked her hips slowly back and forth, his cock buried deep inside her, she wanted play with her love wolf this morning, with her slow pace, she wanted to feel his semen; his love swim deep inside her body, she wanted him. Jon knew what she was about to do, he made a puppy face, begging they made love without teasing his release. It caused Dany to giggle.

"No, my hot love wolf, we're making love my way, not your way, this morning." Dany kissed him passionately, demanding entrance inside his mouth, she wanted to make love to his tongue. Jon and Dany loved it when they started to make out, it was so wonderful, sometimes it was cause them to orgasm together, just from a simple make out session.

They started making out when they were 12 years old. When they were 13 years old, they took the next step; wearing only boxers, hot bras and panties, trunks, and hot bikinis. Dany started to make out with Jon, like a hungry animal as they became teenagers, whenever no one was looking. Eventually, they were caught by Remus Lupin, as they were making out nude in the Winterfell Springs. Remus told Lyanna and Ned. Ned and Lyanna with Remus's help, told them they could start sleeping together, but it came with one condition. Jon, Dany, Robb, and Theon had to learn from Remus about sex education; they four did it together, much to Robb and Theon's disdain.

Remus Lupin had taught them everything from Dueling to Potions. They liked him very much. They enjoyed all his classes. Except for one: Sex Education. Remus was merciless and gave them tests. One test was on how to make birth control potions. It was an expected downer, but they four learned, and Dany knew how to make the birth control potion. They would do it again, if it meant they didn't have to sneak around anymore. They loved to map each other's body. Dany loved it, while Jon mapped her whole body. She loved to make love with him, she loved everything about Jon Snow. Dany hoped that she along with him were going to be placed in the House of Gryffindor.

Again, Jon felt his cock get hard on her pale skinny tummy. In response, Dany jiggled her nude body tightly against his nude body. She let out many happy moans, as they continued to kiss feverishly, they started to kiss and roll around in their bed. She felt his sticky seed starting to seep down, dripping into her belly button. Dany felt the damp heat between her thighs rising, she was ready, she was wet and ready.

Dany then straddled him; she looked down with complete happiness at her Jon. I love him so fucking much. We better be in House Gryffindor, I better not be in Slytherin. I want nothing to do with sadistic families, I want to be with my real family, she thought. Dany knew her parents were bad, but didn't know why. The Starks were her family. Jon was her world. Winterfell was her home. I may not be Stark, but I'm loyal to them. I will always be loyal to them, they are the family I choose.

Jon looked up at his naked Dany. She was so beautiful. She was flawlessly naked. I love her so fucking much,he thought as she looked down on him, she made his heart thaw. We better be in Gryffindor, I want to come inside her body every night.

Daenerys gave him her smirk, perching her hands on his chest, as she climbed him, sitting her ass right over his groin. Her ass was pressing against his erection. They kissed again, she showed off her flexibility to him, bending so much like a cat, refusing to move her ass an inch on his cock, her frame did the work, she brought her lips inches away from his, a smile was on her face, by just looking at Jon's reaction.

The fun love games they were playing to pleasure herself, they made her so wet. It came to the point, where her warm wetness would soak their sheets with her fluids. These games made him so hard. They kissed again and her hands rubbed his chest slowly; she was torturing him now. She knew he wanted to come inside her. Dany sighed happily; this was enough games for today. She wanted him inside her too.

Dany sank on his cock without warning and he groaned in response. His hands gripped her hips tightly, Dany gave him her look, and he gently loosened his hold. When she started to move, she used her slow technique which herded him mad. Jon groaned. He much preferred it, when she rode him with an abandon speed, as this slow rocking didn't allow them a quick climax, but kept them on the edge for what felt like hours. He knew she loved to do it. She always loved when they went slow. He looked up at her. She smirked naughtily at him, as she teased him even more, by groping her firm pale breasts. He groaned again. Dany loved to tease him with her pleasure games.

His hand moved between their bodies, the sides of her waist, rubbing her in an attempt to speed her along. She moaned at the contact but didn't change her pace. Frustrated, Jon tried to flip her, but she resisted with more strength than seemed possible, for her lean naked small frame. His eyes closed as he could feel her smirking triumphantly at him. He was at her mercy. Jon made a pouty whine. "Dany," he wailed with a sense of desperation, "please, baby," Dany didn't give in. "No, my love. What's fun about speeding up our loving making, when we can make love for hours, by just going slow and gentle, baby?" asked Dany; a giggle escaping her lips.

Dany kept on her slow and steady pace, but eventually bent down to place kisses to his chest, lingering on the faded red scar over his heart. Finally, she sped up. This caused Jon's head to fall back in relief, into his pillow, causing Dany to laugh. "Patients, baby, we'll get there, I promise." She whispered, she didn't want to wake up anyone this morning in the castle. Particularly, not Robb, who turned 15 today, July 28th, 1995. The last thing she wanted was Remus, one of Jon's uncles, or his mother, walking in on them. Them telling the teenage lovers that it was time for breakfast, as they were having their slowest love making ever, would be awkward for them. Daenerys moved her lips up his body, kissing his neck, kissing his face, kissing his lips. Before pleasing his ear lobe, between her perfect teeth, biting it softly. He groaned. She pulled back, just to tease him, before diving back in and brushing her lips against his ear, licking his ear like a puppy would lick a person. "My naked love wolf," she purred softly to him. Jon smiled; he was her naked love wolf.

And Daenerys was his naked love dragon. "My naked love dragon," he whirred softly to her, they chuckled at the exchange of the cute names for each other. Then he gently thrusted deeper inside her. It caused her to moan as their lips clashed. His mouth was pasted on hers, as they neared their peaks, their tongues having a duel in the other's mouth. Their climax, though, couldn't have been planned worse. They reached their orgasms— just as the door was being opened. They turned to see Lyanna walk in the room.

Lyanna didn't even look surprised at the sight in front of her. Dany had her hands propelled on his shoulders, while his hands were over her butt, both stopped what they were doing. They turned their heads and looked at her. If she hadn't walked into the room, she was sure they would've finished making love, she knew they loved doing it. Instead, they were frozen, like they were two dears getting caught in headlights. Ensuing, just a second later, they spurred away from being connected, interlacing themselves under the covers, concealing their naked bodies from being exposed. She laughed at this sight. This was how happy her son and his girlfriend were. However— that wasn't the reason why she was there this morning. Lyanna needed their help.

"Good morning, my two adoring love birds," Lyanna playfully told the teenagers.

Jon and Dany blushed embarrassed, they looked up at his mother, their bodies covered by their sheets. They needed to work on being quiet more. "Good morning, Mum," Jon creaked, embarrassment evident. Lyanna seeing this was awkward for them, walked away from her spot. She then closed the door behind her, sparing them any more humiliation. She walked back to her spot, revealing why she was here this morning. "I need your help making breakfast this morning. You know it's Robb's birthday. We have a lot to do, Arya and I struck a deal. She offered to help, if I managed to get you to cook too." Lyanna revealed; they sighed and nodded. "So, take a quick shower, get some clothes on, and come downstairs in fifteen into the kitchen."

"Okay. We'll get ready." Dany reddened.

"Good." Lyanna said, strolling her way towards the door. Before leaving, she looked back to the teenager lovers, just one more time. Lya couldn't help herself. "Jon, if you want me to give you tips to drive Dany crazy, and how to pleasure her, just let me know. Your father loved to use his tongue on me, he made me go crazy when he-"

"MUM! PLEASE NO!"

Lyanna limited her grin at her son's crimson face. "I'll see you two downstairs."

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It had been nearly fifteen years since that nightmarish evening, where they were attacked by a mad man. Though her husband, James Snow, had died in the attack, Lyanna Stark and her only two children, Jon Snow and Arya Snow, had survived. She and her children were living in the home she grew up in with her family, Winterfell. It was a castle found in Northern Scotland; owned by the Starks, with her two brothers, her big brother, Lord Edward Stark and her little brother, Benjen Stark.

They lived there along with her niece and nephews' godfather, Remus Lupin, and with Daenerys Blackfyre and Theon Greyjoy. Her father, Rickard Stark, though was a pureblood wizard, loved wizards and muggles alike. He always had a habit of giving his healing potions to unsuspecting midwives and Scottish muggle villagers in the area. He'd also grown a lot of unusual plants, at least, unusual to Muggles. Though the garden changed plants as many generations of the Starks cultivated the flowers they each liked best, the spells inside the castle had not changed.

Inside, Winterfell was filled old magic tucked away in the walls. There were many portraits hanging from the walls, all of old wizards with the kindest smiles. And, on the fireplace mantle sat new pictures of a young couple and their young infant son and young infant daughter. As their young infant son and young infant daughter got older, the pictures remained the same, but only included three of the four members of the family. These pictures didn't speak the way the portraits did. They did not admonish to comb hair or advise to watch out for the loud buzzer that sounded when stepped on a dead center of the fourth stair. The way the large hanging paintings did. These photographs only moved, like a single moment being replayed over and over again. On some of them, laughter could be heard from the magical paintings.

Most of the pictures (as there weren't many pictures of the four of them together since her husband, James Snow, had died when his son and daughter were infants) were of Lyanna and her two children. There were pictures of Jon and Arya growing up from being her adorable babies and turning into two resilient and attractive teenagers, of 15 years old and of 14 years old. They looked so much different, as the growed. They weren't her chubby babies anymore. They had grown up so fast for Lyanna.

Her son was a 5'10 hansom fifteen-year-old teenager, whose hair was black as a raven, he had her Stark features, but his curls and his broody face were of the textures of his father. His most prominent feature, however, was the one-inch faded crimson distinct boomerang scar right over his heart, that he had received when he was 18 months old. Her daughter was nearly a copy of Lya inside and out. She couldn't have been prouder at how much they had grown up in the last fifteen years.

Always, when the children went out with Lyanna Stark and their two uncles, there were witches and wizards everywhere, who knew who Jon Snow and Arya Snow were. They all knew about the marked boomerang scar over her son's heart. It was very important, whatever it was that he had done, he had figured that out when he was ten years old. However, even when her firstborn became a teenager, she and her brothers still refused to tell him, slipping little detail about his scar. "The scar over your heart is a mark of something great, and of something terrible. We'll tell you two, and the rest of the kids about it, on your fifteenth birthday, Jon, not before." Lyanna told Jon and Robb when they were 13-years-old. That was in 1993.

The weeks leading up to this had been wild for everyone who lived at Winterfell. Cleaning the castle from top to bottom, pruning the gardens in the back, preparing everything for today, attested to be an endurance for all who lived at Winterfell, specifically for the teenagers. They were forced to help too around the large estate. When Lyanna was finished pruning their garden in their large park of Winterfell, the garden looked wild as the Amazon, this didn't go unnoticed to Ned, Benjen, or Remus.

"Lyanna," Ned had explained desperately to his little sister. He had confronted her in the kitchen about her plans, just a week ago, for making their garden looking completely wild and unrestrained in their massive backyard, "we can't have our garden looking wild like a jungle, we don't live in the jungle, we live in the North of Scotland-"

"Enough, Ned!" Lyanna had snapped at her big brother, "You and Benjen are my brothers, and I love you both very much. But you two, and even Remus, are bad at planning things in advance. The garden looking wild gives Winterfell a good look, it got boring for me growing up. By just looking at the grassy hills and the woods in our backyard," the She-Wolf had taken a deep breath before she then continued, "the garden looks better, if it looks like an ancient majestic jungle, you have to trust me on this, brother," Lyanna had conveyed her brother, for whom was not clearly convinced with his little sister.

"Oh yes, little sister," Ned had agreed sarcastically. "The garden is going to look like an ancient majestic jungle to our guests, until it starts trying to eat all of our guests alive-" Ned didn't have the chance to finish because Robb and Arya had been revealed to be eavesdropping on their argument about how the garden should look. "I agree with mum, Uncle Ned," Arya intervened, happily sharing her opinion, "and Robb does as well."

"Dad, I also agree with Aunt Lyanna, the garden being wild is a good look for Winterfell," Robb Stark started to explain; a grin of amusement spreading across his face. "Besides the party, for me and Jon's fifteenth birthday, would be far more amusing for us, if the plants tried eating the adults alive. Don't you agree with us, Aunt Lyanna?" Lya had smiled at her daughter and her nephew. She didn't say anything, except for correcting his grammar. "Jon and I, Robb," she corrected, "not Jon and me." Robb reddened, her daughter let out a small giggle, looking at her cousin's face. "Arya, do not laugh," She had scolded Arya playfully. "You and Jon make grammar mistakes like Robb makes. So does Theon, Dany, Sansa, Bran, and Rickon."

Eventually she was able to convince Ned to let her have her way with the garden. Everything that preceded came with little dispute at how everything should look. She had complete control over how the part would be set up and how the party would look. Lyanna was pulled out from her thoughts when she heard her daughter swear. Lyanna turned to see that Arya successfully managed to overcook the bacon.

"Shit!" Arya hissed at her mistake.

"I heard that." Lyanna had replied.

Arya looked up from the pan she was managing, she looked up at her mother, who was finishing battering the pancake mix. She was unsurprised and a little frustrated, that her mother was using magic while cooking. While Arya had to cook like a muggle would. "Why do you use magic, when I have to cook the muggle way, this isn't fair!" Lyanna rolled her eyes at her daughter's teenager stubbornness. "You have to cook the muggle way, Arya. You know you can't use magic till you are fifteen years old. So until you get your wand at Ollivander's, you have to cook like a muggle would."

She knew her daughter hated cooking since she was bad at it; she sympathized. "Sweetheart, it's okay, don't be ashamed. When I was your age, I was bad at cooking too. You can go set the table for everyone. Jon and Daenerys can cook the bacon, they'll help me out with the rest of the stuff here. You go get the table ready. Do we have a deal?" Arya looked at her mother for a couple seconds, before she nodded her head, agreeing with her mother's deal. She got out from cooking. This was a win for her.

"Okay, we have a deal, mum," Lyanna smiled as Arya went to complete her task.

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When Jon and Dany were done taking their shower, finished getting dressed, they went downstairs and started to make way for the kitchen. That was where his mother was making breakfast for ten people. As they went past the living room, they saw the grey carpet was littered with all of Robb's and his birthday presents. It looked as though his cousin had gotten the new wizard warfare military strategy game that he wanted. Robb loved military strategy while Jon loved and excelled at dueling.

Jon, Robb, Daenerys, and Theon got so good at dueling, by sneaking into the Winterfell dueling room at night, when their parents and their uncles were fast asleep. Unknowingly to their parents and uncles' knowledge, they borrowed their wands and used them. They weren't old enough to buy their wands, as the legal age in England to buy a wand was minimum of fifteen years old. The four became such great duelers— that some could say they had the equivalent talent of Seventh Year students at Hogwarts School. That was how good the four were. They eventually were caught by Lyanna and Remus, but after initially getting grounded, the four of them were able to strike a deal with the adults. They would be allowed to duel in the future. If they were being supervised by either Lyanna, Remus, Ned, or Benjen, and if they agreed to be homeschooled, by Remus, at the advance level about the common core subjects taught at Hogwarts. When he couldn't teach at the time of the Full Moon, Lyanna would teach the four teenagers. Though they hated being homeschooled, they knew it paid off, because it would give them a significant advantage over their class. The retention ended— when they had arrived at the kitchen.

The kitchen was a war zone. Before they knew what was happening, Jon and Dany were put straight to work by Lyanna, who was mixing the pancake mix, and was preparing to seep it onto a nearby pan over her stove unit where she and her son were at work. Jon was frying scrambled eggs, he'd taken up his little sister's failed task at cooking the bacon. Dany was standing over the counter, chopping the fruit up for the fruit salad, which his mother had planned to have them make for everyone. Theon was finally brought downstairs to the kitchen and neither he was spared from cooking. Arya came back into the kitchen with Sansa. The two girls were finishing up setting up the cutlery on the table. Ned and Benjen oversaw Bran and Rickon deliver cold beverages to the table—Remus was making coffee and tea. Eventually after what felt like forever, everything was ready, much to everyone's relief.

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Once breakfast was over—the two fifteen-year-olds started opening up their presents that were littered on living room carpet. Robb and Jon had received the admission letters to enroll into Hogwarts School. Aslant with Theon and Daenerys. The adults told the four they would go get the school supplies on August 1st. When they were done opening the gifts—the children then went out as a pack into the Wolf's Wood. They found Robb kneeling by a riverbank past the white bridge they just crossed within the park. The summer rain storms had been heavy this July for Scotland. Jon saw that Robb was kneeling near something furry and massive. The creature was vaulted in blood.

"Robb— what is it?" Jon probed.

"A dead wolf." Robb had replied.

"Well let's get away from it. Don't be stupid. Whatever just killed it. Could kill—"

"Shut up Theon!" Arya whispered harshly at the annoying teenaged squid boy. "It made a noise." Robb looked up at Arya. "How is it supposed to make a noise? It's dead." Arya instantly replied to her cousin. "How am I supposed to know that?" Dany then rolled her purple eyes, but grinned at this new She-Wolf's stubbornness. "Well, you heard it, Arya," she said. She had a point, but she really did hear a noise. What if the wolf was still alive? She doubted it, but something had made that noise. "Well, maybe it's still alive, Daenerys," commented the fourteen-year-old She-Wolf bolshily.

"Have you seen it? It is definitely—"

"Dammit, for Merlin's fucking sake, please will you just fucking shut up, Theon!" Robb snapped, walking towards the giant beast. Studying it, as he crouched down. "It's dead, Arya," he told his cousin solemnly. Theon turned toward Arya, he was getting ready to gloat in her face, but he never got the chance to do so, when whimpering noise was made again. "See, Squiddy, I told you so," Arya huffed, and everyone, but Theon, who had a look of embarrassment and anger, started to laugh at her jest.

"It's not coming from the wolf, Arya," Robb announced to her, "it's coming from underneath it," as he and her brother reached under the massive dead wolf, and pulled out a puppy. Her face lit up before it turned to sour when Theon pissed her off again. "We should kill them. They'll not be able to survive long without their mother pro—"

"No!" Arya snapped. "We will take care of them!"

"Four pups, one for each of the Stark children, the Direwolf is a sigil of your House. You were meant to have them, Robb," Jon chipped in, pulling them out from underneath their dead mother. Robb began to stand up and began to walk back where the others were standing, looking distracted for a bit, focusing on something within the background, before walking back to whatever his cousin was cautiously staring at.

"Well make it six pups," he then noted, "one for you, Jon, and one for you, Arya,"

She looked at her brother for reassurance, he gave his little sister a small smile. "Go on, pick one." Arya couldn't help to hide the excitement that creeped up on her as she walked towards Robb. She examined the pups, a brown one with brown eyes, a grey one with golden eyes, and an albino one with red eyes. The grey one caught her attention first, so she took the one from Robb's arms and looked up at puppy. "I want this one." Arya said with a smile.

"It's yours then." Robb smiled at Arya.

"We'll assign the others when we get back, the party starts at noon," Jon stated.

Jon was right. Their mother wouldn't be happy if they showed up late for the party. When they arrived back to Winterfell, they still had some time to spare, but they were caught by their uncle, Ned Stark, in their Quidditch broomstick shed. "What's the meaning of this?" Ned said, taking the sight of the children before him, all clutching pups in their arms. "Their mother was dead, so we decided to adopt them," Robb replied simply. Ned shook his head; his niece could feel the frustration coming off of him. "You'll train them yourselves, you'll feed them yourselves, and if they die, you'll bury them yourselves," he exclaimed. She let out a sigh of relief. Arya stared at the girl puppy she was holding and smiled at the small pup wolf. "Nymeria. I'm going to name you Nymeria."