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The Desert Prince

Chapter 7 – Oberyn knows best

By Jamnaz79

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Game of Thrones (Song of Fire and Ice) or anything associated with it. I can say that I would never be able to write a masterpiece like Mr. Martin does and I hope you forgive my horrible try. Then again I hope I don't do a chapter every 5 years like Mr. Martin too. But, the books are always worth the wait!

She did not notice the tears on her cheeks or the tremble of her lip. Dany did not let herself feel these concerns as she watched the dying light. It was her fate, her duty as blood of the Dragon to do what her King required of her. This was what her brother, the beggar king, had decided to do with her. He would sell her off as a piece of meat for even a glimmer of a chance to return. Her eyes were drawn back to the fires as one of the torches burst into a jet of bright flame. The songs of the red priests drew her in as her violet gaze lingered on the torches. She barely felt the fingers of her hand curling together till the nails pressed and broke the skin of her palms. The young, newly flowered woman whispered, "Please take me away from this. Anything else would be better than this."

The double doors of the chamber opened as an old mousey woman walked into the room. The small old slave woman saw Daenerys in her new dressed before she bathed and frowned at the sight. But the tough visage of the woman softened at the sight of the tear tracks on her cheeks, "Come your Highness so we mat bathe and prepare you."

Daenerys turned away from the fires towards the woman and faked a smile walking away from the dying sun towards her future. She would face it head held high, she was after all the Blood of the Dragon.

~~~ DP ~~~

The doors of their chamber burst open moments before Oberyn strolled through them. The man smelled of booze, sex and had a large grin on his face. Of course those were things you would come to expect with Oberyn returning from a few nights on the town. "Quentyn, have you even left here these past days?"

"Of course I have uncle. But, I wanted to get my research done first. Their library is extensive and useful. I figured it out." Quentyn grinned at the older man as he walked over to pull a chair out and sit backwards on it next to his nephew.

"Oh your secret powder?" Oberyn grinned for his nephew. "Are you willing to tell me about it now then? Since you have convinced me to have my brother divert numerous resources and blacksmiths to the project."

Quentyn turned towards Oberyn with a grin as he flipped closed his book of notes. "Indeed they will all be worth it. It will change the way war is fought and someday change everything."

"You didn't answer my question still." Oberyn frowned at his nephew.

"Wouldn't you rather be surprised with the results?" Quentyn teased as he watched his normally calm Uncle fuss before his eyes. He decided to spare him a bit by pulling out a sheet of parchment an drawing a picture of a wall. "Come here Uncle."

As Oberyn moved closer to peer over the shoulder of Quentyn he watched the young man draw the wall for a city before drawing a round container and a number of balls. "What this will do is instead of using a catapult to break down a city wall this will be capable of using a hundred times more powerful force. The powder I created is placed int to the upside down bell shaped container which is called a cannon. The ball of iron is loaded into the cannon. When a fire is lit by a piece of cloth that leads to the powder it will explode and force the cannon ball, the iron mass to shoot outwards towards the walls of a castle or ship. It will travel with a much stronger force than any catapult rock. In time we could even make them smaller and hand held which would change warfare replacing bows and crossbows. We could make placements on castle and city walls and destroy armies before they become even close to our castles. If you wish to conquer the Dornish Marshes when my army is ready and prepared we can do so."

Oberyn stared at his nephew wide eyed with surprise. He could admit when he was impressed with the plan, the fact that this could revolutionize the world for combat. But he could see how this knowledge would spread and become dangerous to them too if they were not ready when it was unleashed. While he was considering what Dorne could do with this knowledge and the possibility of true revenge for his sister his nephew continued to speak, "I could also use this knowledge to hopefully help create the steam powdered engines I spoke about before. We could honestly change travel on land and even on sea."

The older Prince couldn't help but grin at the sight of his nephew turning green when he mentioned the sea. He figured he could ponder this new development later after all it would take a good amount of time till they returned to Dorne. Who knew how many years it would take for the army the boy had proposed to be ready. He was not as patient as his brother but he was still a patient man when not in his vices. "I found her."

"It only took you three days to do so?" Quentyn grinned towards the man teasingly as he put away his notes carefully before closing up the book and swiping his finger on a set of runes. He felt a prick and then it sealed up. "Where is she?"

"The manse of Illyrio Mopatis. It is one of the largest in the city, she and her brother are both staying as the guest of the Magister. From what I have learned the manse is massive in size. A small castle size filled with rooms and unsullied guardsmen for the place. The outer wall is twelve feet high and topped by metal spikes. The place is a fortress." Oberyn leaned against the chair as he studied his nephew. The news didn't seem to bother the young man. Instead he was grinning that same infuriating grin that he sometimes possessed when he was about to get up to mischief. "What is it?"

"I will get it in fine. Trust me." Harry as that grin started to infuriate him.

"I was afraid you would say that." Oberyn answered with a groan.

~~~ DP ~~~

The manse was just as Oberyn had said. It was huge, close in size to the palace at the water gardens. It was a walled fortress within the city. What was even more strange for Pentos was the fact that it wasn't alone. Harry passed at least ten of them as he walked through the richer district of the city. As he passed each of them he could feel the eyes of the guardsmen on him. But, he was not worried, he had a secret weapon.

Once he reached a store front down the street from the manse of Illyrio Mopatis, Harry slipped into the shadows. He pulled out a parchment that he filled out before he left earlier then folded it up into a small note before placing it down at the edge of dry wood. He glanced back and forth down the alley to be certain that nobody was watching before he closed his eyes tightly and tried to calm his mind.

Harry envisioned a rage fire in his mind. A fire that was fed all of his worries and concerns, his hopes and dreams. Every emotion and thought was emptied into the burning blaze till he reached a state of void from the world around him. There Harry concentrated his magic inwards touching the burning fire within himself before pushing it outwards.

It anyone were looking down the alleyway would have seen a man standing in the shower starting to shrink into nothing. Moments after the man disappeared an all black cat with bright emerald eyes ran out of the alleyway carrying a small note in it's mouth.

It would have been next to impossible for a human to sneak into the manse. But for a cat it was not that difficult. Nobody actually cares where an animal like a cat would go. They were known for stopping rats and other animals that carried diseases. So it was no trouble to get through the gate, Harry even got a scratch behind the ear from one of the guards. A long walk on his smaller legs brought him to a tree near to an open window. Thanks to his handy claws it was a simple climb up and perform a balancing act along a branch to the window.

Sometimes Quentyn and Harry in his previous life had horrible luck. Sometimes like today he had great luck because there before him was the exact girl he was looking for. She was seated in a warm soak before bed. A luxury that only the rich might have in this world but one that Quentyn was enjoying.

Daenerys "Storm-born" Targaryen was a beautiful young woman. She was not exceedingly tall but she had a delicate frame that made him think of a flower just starting to open into it's beauty. She had long silver blonde hair spilling down her back into the warm steaming water. Her face had high cheekbones a slim nose placed between beautiful bright purple eyes that drew in the light causing them to almost glow. The steam rising off of the water did little to hide her slender neck and shoulders. Her bust was small compared to many he had been with at only around a firm B cup but she had large nipples that looked perfect to latch onto. In all, she was beautiful as someone would expect a princess to be.

The surprise at finding the young woman he was looking for caused Quentyn to stumble at the edge of ledge of the window. It was one of the few times in the world that the cat did not land on it's feet as he hitting his hind leg against a small potted plant.

Immediately Daenerys perked up in surprise with a glare, "Who goes there?"

The silver blonde stared around the room looking outwards towards the window. Slowly she stood up in the paths allowing Quentyn to realize that the carpet matched the drapes. Her eyes were hard and despite seeming a timid young woman she seemed to have an edge to her when suspecting someone spying on her. But when she saw the dark cat with gorgeous black eyes her face softened. "Hello little kitty."

When he thought she was pretty before when her face lit up in a smile Quentyn couldn't help but realize how beautiful she would become someday. She had a face and smile that might launch ten thousand ships someday. Slowly he padded his feet over to her and sat down onto his hind legs. He reached out and placed down the note down before her letting out a loud meow!

"What is that little one. Oh aren't you smart." She spoke as she reached up to scratch behind the ear of Quentyn. She couldn't help but smile at the purr that came from the handsome black cat. She plucked up the note and glanced down at it.

Greetings My beautiful princess,

A friend across the sea told me a story of a beautiful young woman who was in a poor situation. It was believed that she ran from city to city looking for a home, a place of safety to live. She was unhappy with her place in life and would love a chance to improve it. But, sadly she was being forced against her will to wed a barbarian.

It was always my belief that a princess should be treasured and make her own choices in life.

Is it your choice to stay and wed the barbarian or do you wish to be free your Grace?

Let us know your wish and we will sweep you away to safety and a place where you can become the Queen you were born to be.

Do not tell anyone of the other please...

A handsome friend

Daenerys stared at the letter in shock. She was not sure what to think of it and read it over three times before she lowered back down into the water. Her eyes closed as she considered the words. Who would be writing her and making an offer like that? Obviously the note from across the sea would mean someone from the Seven Kingdoms. But, why her? Why not her brother? The letter did not offer her a position as a Princess but said the Queen she was born to be. Obviously then that they did not want her brother to become king. Did they know how he treated her? It seemed from the letter that they did know about her life moving from place to place. Perhaps they knew about him when she awoke the dragon?

Could she do it? Could she really leave her brother? He was her world, she had lived with him all of her life. He was the one constant in her life, but then he was going to force her to wed that scary horseman! She didn't want to become a brood mare for some barbarian horse-lord. When she thought of home she thought of the house with the red door. Would it even be safe for her in the Seven Kingdoms? Whomever was offering her this must be strong and powerful to make such an offer.

It could not be House Stark, Baratheon, Arryn or Lannister. All of them were against her family in the False King's brutal war. House Tully would not assist her either, there was nothing to gain from it. It would have to be either House Martel or House Tyrell but would either of them risk the wrath of the false King for her? Perhaps it was a minor house instead that wished to support her to become powerful? She understood she was a powerful political piece for someone to use but a very dangerous one to use too. Whomever offered this was confident and willing to risk everything for their success. But, they didn't want their rightful King, instead they wanted her. A younger woman that would be considered easier to control.

Purple eyes opened slowly and turned to stare at the cat, "Who is your master little one. Someone powerful to make this offer. Someone smart to be able to train you. If I told you I wanted to meet your Master before I decided what would you say?"

The emerald eyed cat tilted it's head to the side and stared at her seemingly in question.

"You wonder why? I couldn't just run away with someone I never met. How do I know I wouldn't be just handing myself over to those that have hunted my brother and I? If I did this I would want to meet your Master first."

The paw of the cat reached outwards and pushed the parchment, which was sitting on the edge, towards her slightly.

"He wants me to write a reply? I guess you wouldn't be able to tell him anyways you are just a cat." The young woman said as she stood up giving an amazing view to Quentyn who couldn't help but look upwards as she stepped past him. Perhaps another thing to blame on his Uncle, the sheer corruption he went through.

Daenerys walked over to a desk and scratched out a reply before folding it up and holding it out to the cat. The handsome emerald eyed male let out a meow before jumping up on the desk. "You are so smart."

A quick scratch behind the ears of the cat before she held it out for Quentyn to bite. Instead of going towards the window the black cat leaped down and walked over to paw at the door.

"Oh, you want to go that way? Good luck little kitten." She opened the door and watched it slip down the hallways.

~~~ DP ~~~

There was a good reason why Quentyn didn't want to just use the window. He felt something here. There was some magic in this residence and not just what he felt from the girl he was just with. There was something else present that made him want to seek it out. He needed to figure out where it was coming from. You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat.

Just as before the feline easily made his way down the hallways of the building. There was little that bothered or even noticed him. Guards walked past patrolling, servants and slaves bustled about ignoring the cat. A few slaves even scratched his back, bless them for that, he had an itch for a while now.

It did not take long till he sensed where the object he was looking for was hidden. It was at the end of a hallway behind a large sturdy door. The hallway was different then most others because it was filled with unsullied guarding it which meant that this must be one of the man's treasuries. The question was what object of magic was back there radiating? Pentos was a former colony of Old Valyria, there could be a number of things that may have withstood the tale of time to become treasure of the rich Magister.

It was a secret, a possibility, and something that Quentyn was determined to find out.

Silent as only a cat could be disappeared down the passages and back into the night.

~~~ DP ~~~

It was three hours later when Quentyn arrived back at his chamber at the temple. He slowly closed the door and let out a sigh after the long night. It took a while to find a place to switch back from being a cat, his hands were rather raw from running on them. It also started to rain badly with hard wind coming out of the North to make him cold and wet.

He quickly walked towards his changing chamber pulling off his boots and shirt as went. His leggings followed leaving him in just his loincloth when he stumbled into the bathroom. There was a large tub filled to the brim with steaming water. In that tub was a beautiful red haired woman naked as the day she was born.

The woman was beautiful with hair kissed by fire, eyes that had a red tint to them. Her lips were full and nose narrow. Her body was catching to the eye, especially after the wonderful views early in the night. She was tall for a woman, taller then most men. He could tell as she had one leg lifted out of the tub with soap suds clinging to it. She flexed the leg at the knee causing her large full breasts to bunch up together as the soap covered them up to the V of her chest. "Hello my Prince, your Uncle suggested that you might like some company on this wet night. Would you care for a bath?"

Quentyn stared at her for a moment, in that time he cursed and thanked his Uncle. In the end Oberyn knows best how to spend a cold night in a distant city. It was only a moment because he quickly digested himself of his loin cloth and joined her for an interesting night.

Author Note: I haven't updated this story in ages. I actually lost all of my planned works for it when my laptop and backup hard drive had crashed and I never felt like rewriting it all. But, I was in a mood, I most likely will try to keep up from here every month if possible for a chapter. I hope you liked it and all. This has not been edited well yet.