"Did you find anything in Astapor?" Dany questioned, raising an eyebrow Harry's direction.

Harry turned around in the saddle to look at the Queen who had saved his life, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. They had just left Astapor and Harry could still see the smoke rising above the ruined walls. When he had followed Dany to meet with the man who owned the Unsullied, he had had low expectations for the men in charge of the fighting force. He had still been disappointed, his stomach roiling in his gut as Kraznys mo Nakloz mutilated one of the Unsullied right in front of them.

The soldier had not reacted at all to the pain of having a piece of his skin sliced off and that had made Harry reaffirm his decision to stick with Dany. She was freeing slaves and he wasn't about to argue with that. When the Westerosi knight, Ser Jorah Mormont, had told them both of the tale of the Three Thousand of Qohor, about how three thousand Unsullied had withstood 25,000 Dothraki screamers or cavalry, Dany had been intrigued though hesitant about buying slave soldiers.

Now… they were both of the mind that the soldiers would be better treated with them than with anyone else. And since Dany had freed them the instant that the transaction had been made, they were no longer slaves. Daenerys had also freed Missandei, a young woman who had been an assistant to the man in charge. The young woman rode behind Dany, her dark eyes watching the two of them.

Harry hadn't understood any of the Valyrian that Daenerys had spoken but it had a certain sound to it that reminded him of when he spoke parseltongue, except without the hisses.

"Not so much. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get back home," Harry finally answered, shifting in the saddle. Riding a horse was still new to him too but it was better than sailing on that ship from Qarth to Astapor. That had made him sick for the first day or two and he had caught Dany teasing him on more than one occasion. "I'm all for helping you take the throne in Westeros though. Ser Jorah."

"Yes?" Jorah said, urging his horse towards theirs.

Ser Barristan stayed behind them, more flanking Dany than Harry as her first queensguard knight and Lord Commander. The minute that he had realized this was a world of knights and queens and kings, his heart had flipped in his chest. He knew Ron would have totally loved it and Hermione would break down at all the new knowledge to be found in this new world.

"Does Westeros have any… big libraries?" Harry questioned, turning to look at Jorah Mormont, the exiled knight from Westeros. "Or… anything like that?"

"There is Oldtown," Jorah replied, narrowing his eyes in thought. "That is where all the maesters go to learn in the Citadel."

"Oldtown is where King Aegon was crowned," Barristan added thoughtfully. "It is the seat of House Hightower."

Harry nodded before turning to look at the landscape that surrounded them. The Unsullied walked behind them and then the baggage train was yet behind the Unsullied, along with the livestock and few remaining Dothraki from Dany's khalasar. In all, their 'train' lasted a mile or two long with 10,000 Unsullied and three dragons.

"What is your world like?" Dany questioned, as Harry stepped into her tent a week later. Yunkai lay in front of them, two miles away, the stars glittering down on them as they made ready to take the city. The moon was particularly bright this evening, perhaps a remnant of the bright sun during the day. Dany was sitting on the long couch that they had taken with them from Astapor, at the opposite end of the tent, with Missandei standing by her side. "I am curious."

"Well…" Harry trailed off, as he sat down opposite her, sparing a glance to where Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal were curled up in the corner of the tent. He could see Jorah and Barristan standing guard outside the tent, along with a few men of the Unsullied. "It's big, for starters. Where I'm from… the country is called England and the world's population is split into half mundane people, people with no magic, and people like me, with magic. The wizards and witches of the past hid themselves away from the mundanes as we were… different, scarier. So my world is hidden away and there are laws that say you cannot tell mundane people about magic."

"Your people… were hunted?" Dany asked softly, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes. A hundred years before I was born, there were witch trials and hunts," Harry offered quietly, hearing booted footsteps pass by their tent. The crackling of flames on torches or fireplaces filled the air as soldiers lit them, whinnying of horses and howling of dogs filled the air as well. "From what I understand, the victims of the trials and hunts were not actually witches or wizards. They were just innocent people caught up at the wrong time in the wrong place."

Dany grimaced. "I was hunted too, before Ilyrio Mopatis took me and my brother into his manse. Before Viserys sold me to Drogo."

"Drogon is named after your ex and Viserion after your brother, aren't they?"

"Yes. Rhaegal is named for my eldest brother, Rhaegar, who died on the Trident."

"I never had any siblings but I did have a cousin," Harry remarked, frowning at the thought. He had just defeated Voldemort when something had thrown him here so he hadn't known what happened to the Dursleys other than they had moved. "He was an asshole though so I don't…"

Dany's lips twitched up into an amused grin. Harry could see Missandei twitch with suppressed amusement and smiled. "'Asshole'?"

Harry snorted. "It's a… bad word in my world. Means the person is shitty or bad. I lived most of my life with my aunt and uncle and their son because my parents were murdered when I was 15 months old."

"Murdered?" Dany echoed, her purple eyes narrowing.

Viserion and Drogon sleepily opened their eyes, the cream colored dragon and the black, and peered up at them both. Harry raised an eyebrow at the sight, his heart skipping a beat. "You know… the dragons in my world were… not like these ones. They were never ridden because… they liked to eat people."

"House Targaryen has a history of dragonriders," Dany remarked, grinning as Drogon went back to sleep, curling his head over Viserion's body. "Viserys told me of King Aegon and his sisters, Rhaenys and Visenya, and their dragons, Balerion, Meraxes and Vhagar. I didn't pay much attention to Viserys near the end of… his life but when I was younger I did."

"The wizarding world gave me the name The Boy-Who-Lived after that night," Harry started, closing his eyes briefly and then reopening them. "There had been a prophecy about one who might stand a chance against defeating the Dark Lord and it had been me."

"Dark lord?" Missandei repeated, looking between Dany and Harry.

"Voldemort. He was a wizard who had gone… more or less insane," Harry explained, sitting deeper into the seat underneath him. "By the time I killed him, he didn't have a nose, or at least, he didn't have a human nose."

Dany blinked and wrinkled her nose at the thought. "How did that happen?"

"In my fourth year of schooling," Harry started. "Wizards and witches went to school to learn how to cast spells and such. When I was 15 months old, Voldemort had come to my home and killed my parents. My dad died trying to stop him and my mom died to protect me. Now I know that it was her love that saved my life but everyone in the wizarding world thought I had done it because I was special. Voldemort tried to kill me too and I survived the one curse that no one before had ever survived. The killing curse."

Dany's eyes narrowed at his words. "There is a killing curse?"

"Yes, though in my world, if you cast it, you'd immediately go to prison. There were only three curses that would get you sent to prison and it's one of them. Anyway, I survived the killing curse and lost my parents. Nearly everyone I ran into when I rejoined the wizarding world remembered that I had survived the killing curse. No one really thought about the fact that I'd lost my parents too."

"What happened to Voldemort?" Missandei asked, her eyes narrowed. "Did… he get caught?"

"He… The killing curse rebounded," Harry said, yawning and glancing in the direction of Yunkai. "It… reduced him to a bodiless spirit and for ten years, he was thought to be dead."

Dany's skin went pale at the explanation. "Bodiless spirit?"

Harry nodded, wrinkling his nose. "I met him for the first time when I was 11 years old in my first year of school. He was just a spirit that living in another person's head. It wasn't… pretty or pleasant."

"That sounds horrible," Dany said, her voice faint. "I cannot even imagine what that is like. You said you lived with your… cousin?"

"That was also not pretty or pleasant. They treated me like a servant, maybe even less of a servant and more of a… I suppose there are whipping boys in this world," Harry offered, shrugging. "They treated me like a whipping boy and not as family."

Dany's eyes narrowed. "Did someone not notice their treatment of you?"

Harry sighed and crossed his legs, pondering that question. "My friends knew. Until I started school at Hogwarts, the wizarding school, I just thought it was normal. Now I know it's not."

"It is not normal," Dany agreed, looking over at Missandei, who lifted her shoulders in a small shrug.

"It's all tied up in how long Dumbledore, my… mentor figure, knew about the piece of Voldemort's soul in my head."

"Pardon?" Missandei asked, blinking at him in confusion.

"You had a piece of Voldemort's soul in your head?" Dany echoed, her eyes widening so much that he thought they might fall out of her head.

"Yeah? When he tried to kill me the first time, when the curse rebounded, a piece of his soul detached itself and came to me," Harry explained warily. "It's why I had to let him kill me at the end."

Viserion jolted awake at that, his reptilian eyes narrowing and a rumble left his throat. Harry grinned a little and reached out a hand, letting the small dragon sniff his palm. They were the size of a small dog, the three of them, and Harry wasn't quite sure how big they would grow. Dany had said that they wouldn't stop growing, having heard that from her brother, and Harry had been amazed to hear that. "I'm alright though. I'm pretty sure I'm not dead still."

Dany let out a strangled laugh. "You said that was only a week before you arrived here. How…"

"When Voldemort cast the killing curse at me for the second time, he ended up killing the soul piece in me," Harry said, running a hand through his hair and tracing his scar before dropping his hand. "He didn't actually kill me but for a minute there…"

"I am glad you did not die," Dany offered quietly, her lips twitching up in a small smile.

"I'm glad I didn't either. I thought for sure Dumbledore was sending me to slaughter at that point."

"You were being used as a pawn," Missandei spoke, drawing their attention.

"I… Yeah. I was angry for a good portion of my fifth year and then during the war," Harry murmured.

"My brother used me as a token to get the Dothraki to fight for him," Daenerys said, dipping her head in nod and brushing some silver hair back from her face. "I understand being used as a pawn."

Harry caught Dany's eyes, looking into violet eyes that held so much determination in them, and nodded in return. Never again.