THE DRAGON REBORN
Chapter I
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He came to conciousnes to the sound of what appeared to be two beings, for that could be the only way to describe them, arguing. They seemed to be arguing about him. The hooded being that could only be Death approached him.
"Sit down boy, we have much to discuss and little time in which to do it," Death said.
Suddenly a chair appeared and he was covered with a robe. He did the only logical thing to do amongst the presence of omnioptent beings...he obeyed.
He asked, "Where am I? Am I dead?"
The second being enclothed in golden thread said, "Where we are is immaterial. And yes, you are dead. For the moment anyway."
Death said, "Due to you posessing two souls within your body when you died, I was going to give you the chance to go back and live out the remainder of your natural life with your family. That however changed when Fate here decided to interfere and you no longer have that option."
Fate almost growled at Death. "It's not that bad what I'm offering the boy. Besides, it's better for his family that he stay dead to them."
"What?" Harry shouted. "How is that possible?"
Fate replied, "Simple boy, were you to return, both your wife and son and grandmother would be constantly hunted and attacked as ways to get to you in revenge. Now is that something you would wish upon them...being hunted to their deaths? If you accept my offer, (not that you have much choice), they will live out long, happy, and content lives. I will ensure it."
With a resigned sigh Harry asked, "What would you have of me?"
Fate began, "There are several worlds parallel to your own. In ages past there were ways of magic to cross the divides. Your Avalon of Olde was one such place. In fact, your own direct paternal family, the Malfoys, came from such a world when magic was new to your people. What I task you with is going to the world your ancestors originated from. It is called Westeros, and they, or rather more specifically your true family there have dire need of you. Only you can save not only your family from extiction, but also help with the destiny of millions of people who will have a need of you. They were once the rulers of a magnificent empire, but even now they are sitting on the edge of a precipise."
"If it helps they are blessed with an affinity for a creature you are intimately familiar with- dragons. However the dragons are gone. Only you and one other can bring them back. You would still look almost identical to your current self and you would still possess some of your gifts. Your inner dragon will never leave you, and it will become a trait of all of your blood. You may also keep some small parts of your magic, for it will never truly abandon those blessed with it. You will face adversity and strife, but it will be nothing one such as you cannot over come. Also, you will be blessed with a family that loves you just as fiercly as you shall love them," she said.
Those words spoken by fate reverberated within his mind. There was no way he could return to Britain. He would never put his wife and child in such danger. Then his saving people thing kicked in; as Hermione would always call it. These people were his family too. He couldn't turn his back on them or the others in need if he had the power to help. Well, he had always loved Dragons anyways, and it was not like he was being given much choice.
"Alright, I accept," he said.
"Perfect," said Fate.
"Now, just hold on, this won't hurt but a minute."
Quickly Harry interjected, "Wait, What will my name be?"
Fate seemed to debate for a moment before answering, "Aemon Targaryen, and you shall be the Prince that was Promised, for Yours is the Song of Ice and Fire."
That was the last he heard before his body fealt like it was on fire. The Cruciatus paled in comparison to this. Never had he experienced such agony. It was as if every nerve within was melting, and every single thing that was him was burned from within to forge something anew. All he could do was pray for the agony to be over. To die. As fast as it started it stopped.
Suddenly it was over. Everything around him fealt strange and he couldn't even form thoughts. Then he heard a voice.
"Congratulations My Lady. It's a boy. You have given us a healthy little Prince."
"What shall you call him my princess?"
There was a pause for a long minute before he heard a reply.
"Aemon. He shall be called Prince Aemon Targaryen." said the woman whose voice he somehow felt a strange connection to. At least as much as his muddled brain was capable of.
Then a door opened and another woman walked into the room.
"Lyanna, I fear I bring you ill tidings." she said.
The woman holding him replied, "What has happened Your Grace?"
Queen Rhaella replied, "The Lannister's have sacked Kings Landing. Aerys is dead and Tywin's dogs have murdered Princess Elia, Princess Rhaenys, and the Prince Aegon. My Lady, your son is no prince. He is Aemon Targaryen First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar. King of the First Men and Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms.
