Harry looked out over Slaver's Bay from atop Balerion's back, seeing the multiple ships docked before Meereen. Some of the ships had the banner of traders while others had banners of sail sword companies. Balerion hissed quietly, hovering in the air a mile away and above the clouds. The sun was behind them, shining out over the waters. Balerion's big wings beat steadily and nothing in the world could beat being on the back of a dragon. Harry even enjoyed riding a dragon more than riding on a broomstick and Balerion knew it.

He could feel the dragon's heated interest in the situation, predatory instincts coming to the forefront of Balerion's mind. The warmth of the dragon underneath him invaded his body and Harry sighed, laying a hand further up Balerion's neck. The dragons were now taller than anyone in the Dothraki camp and were roughly the size of a small manse. Their one year mark was coming up soon and Harry was glad to have them.

Daenerys was atop Eliana next to them, having scouted the region. "There are sell sword companies in front of the city. Ser Barristan mentioned that one was the Stormcrows."

Harry nodded and murmured a spell, one to aid his vision. He took in the ships beyond them, counting their number. The three ships that Illyrio had sent were back in a hidden cove behind them, already filling with men and supplies. "Rhaegal's with them?"

"Yes. Drogo and Grey Worm ready to take the city, on your command, brother," Dany added, nodding to the city. Her hair was back in a braided tail and Harry's was pulled back too, to avoid the wind and air currents that came with flying.

"Hopefully, it won't come to that. I know there are slaves there and in Yunkai but our priority is to get to Westeros. Ridding these cities of slavery would take years and I'm not prepared to spend men, horses and ships on a venture that would take that long."

Dany's eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled but she nodded.

Harry glanced at his sister, taking in her expression. "You are welcome to do so though. The Unsullied are yours too."

Dany stared across the waters and the ships to the city, finally shaking her head. "I'm with you."

"Very well then. Let's go," Harry said, feeling Balerion's muscles flex underneath him as the dragon moved throughout the air. The sailors on board the ships under them yelled at their sudden appearance, shouting for archers to be ready. Balerion did not need directing as he moved throughout the air and flew above many ships, pulling up when archers released their arrows.

No arrows hit their marks on Balerion's hide and Harry cast a shielding spell onto Balerion's wings, blocking the more vulnerable parts of the beast from harm. Balerion roared out, flying over to one of the ships nearest them and coming to a stop mid air. Eliana followed, banking to follow, and Harry nodded to Daenerys.

"Dracarys!"

Black fire spewed forth from Balerion's mouth and golden fire came from Eliana's. The flames raced downward to the ship that Harry had chosen at random, the fire crackling as it swallowed up the sails and the wooden masts. Men screamed below them and Harry flinched, as Balerion pulled up again to avoid arrows. Eliana flew by, flames diving down from her mouth towards another ship.

Ned rode ahead of the wagonhouse that carried Sansa, Arya, Jeyne Poole, Wynfryd Manderly and Septa Mordane, seeing Winterfell over the next hill. The rest of the Stark household was a bit farther back, with Vayon Poole leading the baggage train. He sighed in relief as he heard horns blowing on the walls and a welcoming party ride out. Grey Wind loped ahead of Robb and Theon as Ned's son and ward rode over to meet them.

"Father!"

Ned smiled and urged his horse forward, hearing Arya yell excitedly. They met somewhere in the middle between hill and castle and Ned dismounted as soon as they were close enough, pulling Robb into a hug as soon as was possible. "Robb!"

Sansa, followed by Wynafryd and Jeyne Poole and Arya excited the wheelhouse and ran over to greet their brother, though Arya more excitedly. Ned pulled back from Robb and looked his eldest son over, glad to be home and back in the north.

"Father, what happened in King's Landing? We haven't heard much yet," Robb said, looking over at the Stark guards and baggage train. "We heard that King Robert died."

Ned dipped his head in a nod, glad that he still had Ice with him and that they had gotten out of the capital when they could. "We will talk later. I need to go to Castle Black and discuss some things with your brother."

"Can I come?" Arya questioned, as Syrio Forel rode up too. "I want to see Jon and the Wall."

"Mayhaps. Is your mother back from the Vale?" Ned asked, looking at each of the guards that had accompanied Robb and Theon. Hallis Mollen was amongst them and Syrio walked his horse over to Mollen, starting to talk with him.

"Not yet. We've heard word of her kidnapping Tyrion Lannister," Robb said, his eyes narrowed.

"What about Bran?" Arya asked, looking up to Robb. "Is he okay?"

"He's doing well," Robb said, grinning. "Hodor's carrying him around and the Imp gave us plans for a saddle for Bran."

Arya raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching up into a slight grin. "The Imp? Why would the Imp give us plans for that? Isn't he…"

Ned gestured for them to go on to the castle, watched as Sansa and Jeyne walked back over to the wheelhouse. The wheelhouse took off and the baggage train finally caught up, passing them. The gate of Winterfell was still open and the guards at the gatehouse grinned in welcome. "Robb, who did you name as new captain?"

"Hallis," Robb answered, his shoulders tight. "Did I…"

"He's a good choice," Ned replied, turning to look at Syrio Forel. "Vayon, make sure Syrio here has some quarters in the castle."

Vayon Poole, father of Jeyne, nodded, stopped his horse and nodded. "Of course, my lord. It is good to be home."

Ned grinned. "It is."

"Father!"

Ned knelt down to receive a wild Rickon, wrapping his arms around his youngest. "Rickon."

"Missed you," Rickon murmured, burrowing into Ned's arms.

"I missed you too," Ned whispered, ruffling the boy's hair and picking him up. "Let's go see your brother. Where's your wolf?"

"Godswood," Rickon answered. "Farlen chained him up."

Ned's eyes narrowed and walked over to the great hall, hearing the various movements down in the hall. The Stark household was settling back in, moving things back to where they belonged. Wynafryd, Jeyne and Sansa had gone into Sansa's room and had started to talk about what Sansa and Jeyne had seen in the capital. Septa Mordane was looking after them, since Cat wasn't back from the Vale yet.

"Bran?"

Ned nudged the door to the hall open and looked out over Bran and Maester Luwin. They were sitting at one of the tables, pouring over a map. Hodor was in a chair in the corner while Luwin was holding out a map of Westeros and pointing to various castles and keeps. The minute that Ned walked in, Luwin stood up, smiling.

"My lord, it is good to see you," Luwin remarked. "We have heard dreadful things from the capital."

"Father!" Bran exclaimed, his blue eyes lighting up. "I thought you had been arrested by the Lannisters."

Ned's eyes widened a little bit, letting Rickon down to the floor. He watched as his youngest son ran off, back out of the room. "Bran?"

"I had a dream," Bran replied, shrugging. "You got a letter, didn't you?"

Ned blinked and dipped his head in a nod. "I did. Maester, we should talk later. I have important news."

Luwin nodded, curling up the map on the table. "Of course."

"Did you really have Farlen chain up Shaggydog?" Ned asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He bit Mikken and Gage," Luwin said, sighing and his shoulders dropping. "Rickon has gotten a little more wild since you and Lady Stark left. I should think that you returning will calm him."

"Unfortunately, I have to leave soon. I have to talk with Jon." Ned walked over to pull Bran into a hug, looking his legs over as soon as Bran moved back into his chair. "Are your legs okay?"

"I won't be able to walk anymore," Bran complained but his eyes lit up. "Lord Tyrion gave us plans though and Joseth is training Dancer for me."

"That is good," Ned spoke, standing up and looking to Luwin. "Tell Gage I will stay the night and will leave in the morning for the Wall."

Dear Prince Doran Martell,

First off, I want to apologize for my brother Rhaegar's behavior. As a child, I enjoyed having Princess Elia in the capital and learning about Dorne from her. She was a wonderful good-sister and I miss her and my cousins, Rhaenys and Aegon, dearly. I wish my father had seen some sense and sent them with my mother but I suppose King Aerys was too far gone then. I was just seven name days old and I didn't think that the Lannisters would do those things.

My family, my sister, my brother and I are coming back to Westeros within a few months. I plan on taking the throne with my dragons, my husband's khalasar and the freed men of the Unsullied. If you are not too upset with House Targaryen, I would appreciate your support. I hear that your brother signed a marriage pact with Ser Willem Darry many years ago, for my brother. Prince Viserys would be happy to wed your heir, Princess Arianne Martell, and be Prince Consort of Dorne.

We are bringing three dragons with us and they are old enough to fight. I named one for Elia in honor of her.

I look forward to hearing of your answer,

King Jaehaerys Targaryen III

Doran looked over the letter, noting the seal of House Targaryen. He looked out over the Water Gardens, seeing Areo Hotah standing next to him.

"Lord Tyrion also sent a letter, my lord," Areo offered, handing Doran another letter.

"The Imp of House Lannister…" Doran opened the letter and skimmed its' contents. "He is interested in betrothing Princess Myrcella to my youngest, Trystane."

Doran looked over the two sigils, one of House Targaryen and the other of a lion and a stag facing each other. "Lord Stannis sent a letter too, did he not? King Robert Baratheon's children are not Robert's but in fact Jaime Lannister's."

"He did."

"We shall definitely be supporting this King Jaehaerys," Doran remarked, thinking of his sister and her children. "What did the court call Rhaegar's younger brother? Jaehaerys of the light feet? It is no matter. We will finally get revenge on the Lannisters for what they did to my sister, Rhaenys and Aegon. Fire and Blood."

Areo's eyes narrowed before he nodded. "What of Tyrion?"

"I will not reply," Doran spoke, peering out over the servants and smallfolk that were walking in the gardens. "Leave the Lannisters thinking we will support them when we are not. Send a raven to my brother to call the banners and patrol our borders."

"Lord Stark!"

Ned slowed his horse to a trot then a walk as soon as he arrived within Castle Black's courtyard. The Stark guards slowed their horses too, stopping and flanking their liege lord. There was much activity within the courtyard, men of the Night's Watch saddling their horses and packing supplies. The only sources of light were the torches and the moon, shining over the castle and the Wall. It was a dark night and the stars were hidden by clouds.

Jeor Mormont walked over to greet him, a wary smile on his lips. "To what do we owe your visit to?"

"I need to talk with Jon," Ned said, already looking for his nephew. "Has he already taken his vows?"

"I believe so. He's working under Maester Aemon," Jeor spoke, studying Ned briefly before turning around and calling for someone to get Jon. "Jon saved my life yesterday, with that wolf of his."

Ned blinked as he dismounted. A Stark guard came up to grab his horse's reins and held them. "He did?"

"One of the dead," Jeor explained, his eyes narrowed. "Ghost, his direwolf, found the remains of a patrol and we brought the men back. Only for one of them to come back to life and try to kill me."

Ned stared, seeing Jon walk over to them, wolf by his side. "That's just a legend though."

"Not anymore," Jeor replied, gesturing to Jon. "Gave him Longclaw for his trouble."

"Lord Stark?" Jon questioned, peering up at him curiously. "Why are you here? We all thought you were still in King's Landing?"

"I came home," Ned replied, narrowing his eyes in thought. "Jeor, are there rules for a man of the Night's Watch signing up under the wrong name?"

Lord Mormont stared at him, blinked once. "What is that supposed to mean? Jon?"

Jon's eyes widened as he looked at Ned. "Lord Stark?"

"Jon… You are not a bastard," Ned finally spoke, his heart skipping a beat at saying the actual words, Lyanna's words and last moments flashing through his memory.

Jeor looked between them, his eyes widening.

"I…" Jon trailed off, his eyes widening even further and his face paling. "What?"

"You share blood with Maester Aemon," Ned continued, reaching over to grasp Jon's shoulder. "You are not a Stark but a Targaryen."

Harry stood on the quarter deck of his flagship, watched as the Targaryen banner flew down the mast. Balerion screeched out, flying above the ships, followed by Rhaegal and Eliana. Daenerys and Missandei stood behind him and Viserys stood on Daenerys' other side, grinning. Ser Barristan stood next to Harry and Drogo stood to his other side.

The ships that they had taken from Slaver's Bay was numerous and able to take all of the Unsullied and the Dothraki with a little magical enlargement. Rhaego and Caeli were both down in his quarter's, being cared for Irri and Jhiqui. There was one ship set aside for the dragons while all of the others held either the 10,000 Unsullied or the 40,000 Dothraki and their horses.

"I look forward to seeing King's Landing," Dany whispered behind him.

"It was pretty," Harry said, glancing up at Balerion as the dragon flew above them. He could feel the dragon's excitement at flying out of Essos and into Westeros. "We're finally going home."

"I miss Westeros," Viserys added quietly, glancing wistfully up at the dragons as Rhaegal passed by. "Mother would have enjoyed going home."

Harry closed his eyes at the sudden grief that his brother's words brought him. "She would have been proud of us."

"I am proud of you, my dragon," Drogo said, reaching over to grasp his hand. "My khalessi."

Harry stepped an inch closer to Drogo, leaned into him. "Thank you."

"I love you."

Harry grinned at Drogo's use of the common tongue. "Love you too."

Viserys' nose wrinkled at their words and their kiss before he looked elsewhere.

Balerion, Rhaegal and Eliana all screeched out together as each ship started to move out of the bay. It was a beautiful, sunny day and they were going home.

AN: Cue Jar-Jar Binks from Star Wars: "WEESA GOING HOME!"