Game of Thrones: The Colour of Magic

Chapter 2

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Dumbledore looked at Aegon and Rhaenys tiredly; having spent an hour educating the two otherworldly siblings had been taxing, especially educating them about Voldemort and Harry. When Dumbledore had reluctantly told the pair about the prophecy regarding Harry and Voldemort, a very cold look came over Aegon and Rhaenys' faces.

"So, let me see if we have this straight; Harry is to face Voldemort because of this prophecy in which only one of them can live. And since he enrolled at this school, you have not seen fit to tell him about the prophecy and kept him in the dark and not even take steps to make sure that he would be prepared for the final conflict. Is that about right, or have I missed anything?" Rhaenys asked.

"I did not wish to burden Harry with the knowledge," Dumbledore replied. "And there were, are, other reasons I did not tell him," he said.

"Is it to do with the fact that Harry houses within himself a shard of Voldemort's soul?" Aegon asked calmly.

"How did you…?" Dumbledore gawked at the Paladin who replied with, "In my time training as a Paladin-knight of Telak, I learnt how to detect magic, both evil and benign and I have also read up on the methods on which those with extreme thanatophobia would take to avoid death. Soul jars were just one of those methods to cheat or avoid death."

"Here, we call a soul jar a horcrux," Dumbledore said.

"Indeed, sounds a good deal fancier than soul jar," Aegon said dryly. "And since you knew that such a thing was in the boy, did you not think to remove it?" he asked.

"I have been trying my best to find a way to do so," Dumbledore replied. "But the only way would be for Harry to die," he said gravely.

"Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a ritual that will remove such foul magic from someone," Aegon said matter-of-factly.

A spark of hope bloomed in Dumbledore's mind. "You do?" he asked with hope and trepidation in his voice.

"Of course," Aegon smiled. "But for now, we all need a good night's rest and some food in our bellies," he said wisely.

"Indeed," Dumbledore agreed. "I'll show you the way to the kitchens," he offered.

"Our thanks," Rhaenys said graciously as she and her brother stood to their feet as Dumbledore then led the two of them to the kitchens where they were greeted by the House Elves.

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Barty Crouch Jr. wiped his brow. His Polyjuice disguise was still in effect, but deep down he was frantic. The Dark Lord had been resurrected but was killed by that upstart muggle knight! His head lopped off by that sword the knight carried with him. This was not how this was supposed to go! The Dark Lord was supposed to kill Potter and then begin anew his plan to bring all the wizarding world and the filthy Mudbloods and muggles to their knees. How could everything that had been meticulously planned have gone so utterly wrong?

There had to be a way to fix this, there just had to be! If the Dark Lord could die and be brought back to life, then surely it could be done again… right?

The Dark Lord's headless body and severed head were currently situated in an unused classroom which was heavily guarded by a team of Aurors. But that's where Barty's disguise came into effect. Still masquerading as Mad-Eye Moody thanks to the Polyjuice Potion, he could easily work his way into the classroom under the pretence of checking the security which was believable due to the real Moody's extreme paranoia. From there, it would be a simple matter of putting the Master's corpse into a mokeskin pouch and then leave as quickly as possible.

There was also another hitch. Pettigrew. That little rat, both literal and figurative, had gotten himself captured and the Aurors were currently working him over, questioning him. The traitor Severus had given them a sample of Veritaserum, and it was only a matter of time before they asked about him, so he had to be swift about this.

Limping down the corridor in his Moody disguise, Barty made his way to the classroom where the Master's body was stored and soon enough, he came to the classroom. The door was flanked by a pair of Aurors who stood vigilantly, their eyes trained to detect any suspicious activity or dangerous persons. One of them then spotted Faux-Moody and said, "Evening, Mad-Eye. What brings you here?"

"Just came to check on the security," Faux-Moody replied. "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he then barked for added effect.

"Alright, you don't need to shout it," the other Auror muttered as he prepared to open the door. "Just be quick about it, alright?" he asked.

Faux-Moody grunted in response as the door opened and he limped inside. On a table lay the body and head of Lord Voldemort. Barty was almost in rapture at the sight of his master's body, it was only a shame that his master was now dead. Limping over to examine his master's corpse. Barty had to suppress a sigh of awe, but such a feeling was replaced with despair and anger. The master's head was severed cleanly from the body, done by a very sharp blade. The muggle knight's sword must have done this. The Dark Lord's jaw was also broken, hanging limply in a distorted position. Barty could only guess that the knight must have struck the great Dark Lord's jaw with great force to deal such damage.

But there would be time to contemplate that later. He had work to do. And he had to be quick, lest the Rat had already given up his identity. Taking out a mokeskin pouch, Barty cast a hurried enlarging charm on the pouch and starting from the base of the Dark Lord's body, he began to pull the pouch over the master.

Then the door's suddenly burst open. "Stop right there!" an Auror shouted pointing his wand at Barty. Panic filled Barty's heart, and he scrambled to pull out his wand and cast a quick hex at the Auror. Another Auror burst into the room and cast a jinx. Barty barely managed to erect a shield in time, letting the jinx bounce off into the ceiling. Barty then cast a pair of Unforgiveables at the two Aurors who jumped out of the way. Barty then waved his wand and the enlarged mokeskin swallowed the Dark Lord's body and head entirely. Snatching up the pouch, Barty cast a blasting curse at the stone walls of the room. With an explosion of rubble and stone, the wall was broken open, revealing the outside of Hogwarts.

Leaping out of the jagged hole in the wall, Barty quickly cast a spell that the Dark Lord had taught him that would allow him to fly temporarily. It wouldn't last long, but it would be enough for him to escape the outer boundaries of Hogwarts Grounds where he could apparate away to a safe location and from there, he would try to find a way to resurrect his master.

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Harry lay on the bed in the Hospital Wing. His injuries had been tended to by Poppy who commented that he seemed to be making a habit of coming to the Hospital Wing with injuries every year. Ron and Hermione had visited, and even Mrs Weasley had dropped by. Sirius, Harry's Godfather, had been acquitted for his crimes now that Pettigrew had been captured and confessed to what he had done. Sirius had spoken to Harry that he would be opening his old home and cleaning it out, but for the time being, he would be staying with Arabella Figg near the Dursleys to keep an eye on Harry for the summer.

Cedric's body had been taken to his parents who wept in grief at their son's fate. Cornelius Fudge had briefly spoken with Harry, but luckily Dumbledore was there to smooth things along.

Harry wondered where the knight and the ranger were. He had seen them go to Dumbledore's office to speak with the headmaster, but after that he had not seen them since. Harry wanted to thank them both for saving his life in the cemetery; if they hadn't arrived when they did, he wasn't sure what might have happened.

Suddenly, the door creaked slowly open and two pairs of feet padded softly on the ground. Harry tried to sit up when a strong hand lay on his shoulder and gently pushed him back onto the bed.

"Easy there, lad. You need to rest." And appearing in Harry's vision was Paladin-knight Aegon who smiled down at him. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?" the knight enquired.

Harry shook his head, not trusting himself to say what he felt at this moment. Aegon's sister, Rhaenys, also appeared in his vision. "You've been through a lot. That much is obvious," she said kindly.

"A lot? Is that what you call it?" Harry asked in a tired, angry voice.

"What would you call it then?" Rhaenys raised an eyebrow and Harry faltered at this and he let his head fall back against the pillow. "Thought as much," Rhaenys then said with a nod of her head as she took a seat beside the bed.

"We brought you some food from the kitchens," Aegon then said, holding out a plateful of various cuts of meat and other things. "You must be hungry," he pointed out.

"I'm not hungry," Harry mumbled.

"Perhaps not," Aegon said sagely. "But a little food can be a good distraction," he added.

Harry slowly lifted himself up to sitting position and took a roasted chicken leg from the plate and hesitantly bit into the roasted flesh. Giving a sigh of relief as the honeyed meat hit his tastebuds, Harry chewed pensively before swallowing. Aegon and Rhaenys smiled at this and began to eat as well.

"Quite curious creatures down in the kitchens," Rhaenys said conversationally. "Your headmaster called them House Elves, but they're more akin to Brownies than elves," she added.

"Elves?" Harry parroted that last word. "Are elves different where you are from?"

"Indeed. Elves are a race of humanoid beings granted long life, great wisdom and almost incomparable beauty. They are counted as great warriors and sorcerers back home," Rhaenys replied as she nibbled on a chicken leg. "But these House Elves, they don't match what we know at all."

"Where is it you both come from?" Harry asked.

"We come from the world of Amarillia, the kingdom of Ruddlestone to be precise," Aegon answered Harry's question.

"How… how did you end up in this world then?" was Harry's next question.

"Don't quite know," Aegon said blandly. "Portals to other places can be conjured with sufficient enough magic, and if the magic is strong enough, they can take you to other worlds," he added.

"So, you ended up here by accident?"

"We wouldn't say that," Rhaenys said. "After all, from what I had seen, we landed in your world in the nick of time, wouldn't you say?" she asked.

Harry nodded at this. "I'm still sorry that you ended up away from your world," he then said sadly.

"But a trifle, lad," Aegon smiled widely. "Tis a Paladin-knight's duty to defend the innocent and to stand against evil," he said. "After that, it'll be a simple matter of finding our way back home," he added confidently.

"So, how about we introduce ourselves?" Rhaenys suggested helpfully. "Properly, I mean," she added. "I'm Rhaenys Targaryen, Ranger and Rogue in service to King Chivalras IX," she stated proudly.

"I am Paladin-Knight Aegon Targaryen, younger brother to Rhaenys and loyal soldier of the Order of Telak," Aegon then said with a smile.

"I'm Harry Potter… of Gryffindor House in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry," Harry said a little uncertainly.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Harry Potter," Rhaenys smiled, showing twin rows of even white teeth. "Can't say I've ever been to a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but there's a first time for everything, I suppose," she added.

"Aye, most times I encounter witchcraft, I'm usually fighting witches and hags," Aegon put in dryly. "But so far, there does not seem to be any evil witches here," he added.

"You fight witches and hags?" Harry asked with a note of alarm in his voice, wondering if Hermione or any other witch in Hogwarts would be in danger at the hands of Aegon.

"Not all witches are evil, but they are few and far between," Aegon replied. "And hags are invariably in service to evil," he said.

"Oh," Harry uttered. Not the most intelligent answer he had to give, but he remembered that Aegon and Rhaenys were from a different world.

"Now, let us share some stories," Rhaenys then said. "We'll start," she added.

The next hour was passed peaceably between the three sharing stories about themselves and their lives, until Harry could no longer keep his eyes open and he fell asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: There, the second chapter of this done and dusted! I hope you all enjoyed it and I apologise for it being so short, but I was struggling what to write and I wanted to get something out to all of you who have been reading this story.

So far in this story, Barty Jr./Faux Moody has made off with Voldemort's corpse with the intention of bringing his master back to life somehow and I'll say that took place while Aegon and Rhaenys were talking with Harry, so in the next chapter we'll have Harry find out that Voldemort's corpse was stolen by Faux-Moody/Barty Jr.

Anyway, in other news, I'm working on developing a Fallout/Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire/Elder Scrolls crossover in which four GoT/ASOIAF characters and the Dragonborn/Dovahkiin from Skyrim end up in the Fallout universe and form a mercenary company, but I'm still trying to decide which Fallout setting/game should be used. With that in mind, I've set up a voting poll of which Fallout should be used for the story, so feel free to cast your vote there.

And apart from that, that's all I have to say so I'll leave this here and see you all next time.

Be kind to one another,

Angry lil' elf.

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P.S: for this story, what romance options would you guys want for Aegon and Rhaenys? Let me know what you think in a review or PM them to me.