AN: I don't own either HP or GoT or ASoIaF but I wish I did.
This story will be a mix of show and book.
Harry exchanged a look with Daenerys, meeting her narrowed eyes with his, and shrugged. They both turned to look down at the dwarf who sat before them, his hands newly freed from the chains that had held him. The short man had mismatched eyes, one green and one black, and short but curly blond hair and stood about four feet, possibly four and a half.
Ser Barristan stood in the corner of the room as Daenerys, Harry and Tyrion sat down. The meeting room was on a lower floor of the pyramid, off from the throne room, a few floors underneath the Queen's quarters. Jorah had been escorted out of the city just an hour ago, exiled again and they had both watched him go, though Harry suspected that Dany felt the loss even greater than he did. The Westerosi knight had been with her from the beginning, when Dany had wed Khal Drogo.
"Tyrion Lannister."
"Aye, that's me. The Imp. The Halfman. Some even called me the demon monkey," Tyrion offered, rolling his eyes at the thought. "You're welcome to call me any of those."
"Clearly Westeros doesn't think well of dwarves then," Harry muttered before he sighed. "That's one thing that it has in common with Essos."
"Were you expecting anything different?" Tyrion questioned, raising an eyebrow up at him. "I have heard much of the companion to Queen Daenerys Targaryen but I am not aware of where you are from. Ser Jorah was quiet in regards to that."
Harry snorted, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "I'm not from around here."
"Obviously. You fly without a dragon."
"Why are you here?" Daenerys asked, looking at Tyrion intently. "I have heard word that you killed your father. Lord Tywin Lannister."
"We both suffer from having terrible fathers, your Grace," Tyrion said, as he helped himself to a mug of ale. "King Aerys II Targaryen and Lord Tywin Lannister. They were friends once upon a time, or so I hear."
"Wouldn't that make you the new head of House Lannister?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow. "You are Lord Tywin Lannister's son."
"Ah… Officially yes."
"My father wanted my brother to become the next lord of Casterly Rock," Tyrion offered, shrugging and taking a sip of drink. "Alas, he joined the kingsguard."
"Your brother… the kingslayer, who killed my father?" Daenerys confirmed.
"The one and the same. My brother is the only member of my family that I trust."
Harry blinked at Tyrion's words, hearing the quiet pain underneath them. "Ser Jaime Lannister. Who was on the throne when you left?"
"My nephew, Tommen, sits the throne now," Tyrion answered, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Joffrey died at the Purple Wedding a year back not long after the Red Wedding."
"Red Wedding?" Daenerys echoed, crossing her legs and curling her arm about her belly. She had not received her moon blood for a month now and now with the news that she was pregnant…
"Lord Edmure Tully wed Lady Roslin Frey at the Twins, the seat of House Frey," Tyrion explained idly, taking another sip of wine. "Long story but it ended in the death of King Robb Stark and his mother. The Purple Wedding as everyone and their mother is calling it was the wedding of King Joffrey Baratheon to Lady Margaery Tyrell. Joffrey died and thank the seven for that."
"You thank the gods for killing your other nephew?" Daenerys questioned, her eyes widening a little.
"Joffrey would have been as bad as your father," Tyrion said, shrugging. "Or worse."
Daenerys turned to look at Harry as he frowned in response to Tyrion's words.
"So are you going to kill me?" Tyrion asked. "If you are, I'd like a word in before hand."
"I'm still pondering whether or not to kill you," Daenerys replied, her shoulders curling slightly inward. "You are the son of the man who had my brother's wife and children killed but if you do not hold me accountable for my father's actions, I will not hold you accountable for yours."
"Why thank you."
"How did you escape King's Landing if you killed your father?" Harry questioned, his eyes narrowing. "I would imagine the guards would have sounded the alarm after finding his body."
Tyrion grinned a little but the smile did not make it to his eyes. "Lord Varys and Jaime helped me to escape and brought me over to Essos, to Volantis."
"Lord Varys?" Daenerys repeated. "The master of whispers for King Robert and my father?"
"He was the one who counselled King Aerys to not open the gates to my father," Tyrion offered. "Lord Varys might be the only one I trust other than my brother."
"And where might he be now?" Daenerys said, laying her arms on her lap and leaning back against the seat. Harry had given her something to ease the morning sickness after that last bout so her stomach was very quiet today, which she was grateful for. "The spymaster for King Robert."
"Oh, probably on his way here," Tyrion said, blinking and taking yet another sip of wine. "He was the one who suggested that I make my way here to you."
"You have yet to answer my question of why you are here," Daenerys said, her eyes narrowing. "Have you come to kill me?"
"I have come to decide whether you are the rightful Queen of Westeros," Tyrion answered firmly. "Whether you are the right kind of terrible for the seven kingdoms."
"Have you decided yet?"
"Give me time," Tyrion said.
"What do you think of him?" Daenerys questioned, peering at Harry as he slipped into bed next to her that night.
Harry's eyes narrowed in thought as he reached out to entwine their fingers. "He could be a formidable opponent but I'll keep an eye on him. The younger son of Tywin Lannister. How long do you want to stay in Essos?"
Daenerys stayed quiet for a few minutes, drawing their combined hands to her belly. She wasn't showing at all and it fit with what she remembered of carrying Rhaego. "We need a fleet."
"We do. I suppose… I could go fly on my broom over to Braavos, see what the Sealord has to offer," Harry offered, slipping an arm around her and pulling her closer. "Allegedly Braavos hates slavery too and you are the Breaker of Chains."
"Braavos is a long ways away," Daenerys said, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Or… we could just see what comes our way," Harry added, his voice quiet. She could feel the rumble of his chest as he talked, hear his heartbeat. "Tyrion fell into our lap quite neatly."
Dany snorted, squeezing his fingers teasingly. "You say that as if we laid a trap and he fell into it."
"It was more or less what happened."
"If we do not have a fleet by the year's end, I'll send you to Braavos."
"Sound plan. We have to deal with the Sons of the Harpy though. They've been a pain in the arse and we do not want to lose anymore men."
"How? No one knows who the leader is and I am not going to murder every nobleman in the city."
"We need a spymaster then," Harry remarked, his words ending on a yawn. "Or you need one. We should get some sleep. Things to do and people to talk to tomorrow."
Daenerys grinned even as her eyes closed, feeling him reach a hand up to stroke her belly. She smiled and fell into dreamland, her dreams full of flying.
Everything came to a head a month later as Harry accompanied Daenerys to the biggest fighting pit in the city. It was supposed to be a championship fight or at least leading up to one as he sat down next to her, looking out over the stadium and the pit itself. There were hundreds of people sitting in the stands, their faces full of eager, bright eyes.
Daario, Ser Barristan and Grey Worm stood at attention behind them, with Missandei right behind Daenerys' shoulder. Tyrion Lannister sat on Daenerys' other side, occasionally glancing at Harry with interest in his eyes. He had never gotten the chance to talk with the man, too busy walking the streets of Meereen in the hopes of finding a clue. However, no one would talk to him, not a single man or woman would speak about the Sons of the Harpy. And he didn't even have Unsullied men with him. He also refused to look into people's minds, not wanting to exert that kind of control if he didn't need to.
The Targaryen banner hung from the railing in front of them and he watched as Dany nodded to the announcer, signaling that the games should begin. Everyone in the stands went wild as men filled the pit, pairing off into several different fights. Dust filled the air and blood soaked the dirt as men fought and died for entertainment.
Slowly but surely the number of pairs fell as Harry watched someone get decapitated with one stroke of a sword. He watched as someone got struck with a spear in the throat, blood spewing from his throat as he fell to the sandy floor. Harry wrinkled his nose at the sight and exchanged looks with Daenerys, a similar frown on her face. Her skin had gone pale as she watched but there was no other outward indicator that she did not enjoy this.
Another man stole an arakh from a dead man and walked over to another man, meeting him after the other had killed his chosen man. Harry watched as the man with the arakh struck the helmet off the other guy, revealing Ser Jorah Mormont.
Daenerys froze in her seat but otherwise didn't speak as they both watched Jorah kill the guy wielding the arakh. She gripped the arms of her seat as she watched her bear almost get struck in the chest by one of the remaining fighters, watched him get struck in the lower legs and go down. Her heart raced within her chest as she nearly watched him die again and again only to come out victorious, the champion of the fighting pits.
Ser Jorah stood there amidst all the dead bodies, reached out to grip the spear that he had used to kill the last man. Daenerys blinked, her heart stopping as he pulled the spear out of the man's body and threw it towards her. Harry stood up immediately, turning around as the spear hit flesh.
Chanting filled the air around them and Daenerys sucked in a tight breath as the Sons of the Harpy filled the arena. Jorah had thrown the spear against one of them, a man who had gotten past her Unsullied guards.
"Protect your queen!" Daario yelled out, drawing both of his daggers and sinking one into another masked man.
Missandei closed the distance between them as Dany stood up, as the Unsullied men flanked her. She lost track of Harry for a moment but saw him impale another masked man with Gryffindor's sword, a flash of metal and then the man's head fell.
"Go!" Harry shouted, gesturing to the pit beneath them and Dany didn't hesitate as she ran to the edge.
Jorah was there to help her down, taking her hands and lowering her down to the blood soaked sand. Her men followed her and she yelled out as one of the masked men headed Missandei's way. Tyrion intercepted the man, striking him in the back with a dagger.
Her feet hit the sand and Jorah pulled her towards the other end of the arena as screams echoed through the air. She glanced up only to see bodies in the stands, bodies of the common folk and flinched. Jorah pulled her to the other entrance, stopping to see if the exit was clear.
Even more masked men barged through the door and Dany backed up, followed by Jorah as they ran back to the center of the pit. Harry stood next to her as the masked men invaded the sand pit and reached over to squeeze her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
"They're after you," Harry murmured urgently. "Call Drogon. Viserion's already on his way."
"Are they… big enough?"
"I think so. Just get out of here and go to a safe place," Harry said, raising his voice a little to be heard over the din of metal and shouts.
"And leave you all behind?"
Harry nodded and Daenerys closed her eyes, reaching out for Missandei, who curled her fingers around her. Drogon!
A loud inhuman scream filled the air and Dany grinned, feeling her child's rage at whoever dared to harm his mother. She opened her eyes as Harry struck and killed another masked man.
Drogon cried out again as he flew into the arena, followed by Viserion and Rhaegal. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch as both Viserion and Drogon let loose their flames, the fires akin to the color of the dragon. Drogon's flames were black as coal and shot through with red veins. Visierion's flames were pale gold as all three dragons flew over the pit.
Drogon landed first and charged right at another masked man, tearing into him with huge fangs. Viserion lit a group of masked men on fire before he landed too, flanking Harry and Daenerys as Drogon ran towards her, letting out a loud cry.
"Daenerys! Take this," Harry spoke, loudly, handing over what looked like a hand held mirror. "It'll let us communicate with you. Now go!"
Dany reached out for it, tucking it into a pocket and climbed up onto Drogon's back, picking her way up the thick hide. Drogon was hot, fire made into flesh, as he kept relatively still underneath her, his wing claws digging into the sand. She made her way to his back and settled herself, gripping onto one of his spikes.
Viserion roared as he pounced on another masked man, ripping his body in half. Drogon roared and Daenerys whispered under her breath the Valyrian word for flight. Drogon's muscles constricted underneath her and then he took off, running through the pit. Daenerys could see Harry pulling Missandei down, yelling out for Jorah, Barristan, Grey Worm and Daario to do the same.
Tyrion watched in awe as Drogon took flight with Daenerys Targaryen on his back. The big, black dragon rose up into the air, screamed out one last time and flew over the pit walls. Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Meereen, was the first person to ride a dragon in hundreds of years.
"Come on. Let's head back to the pyramid!" Harry yelled out, casting a killing curse at a man who attempted to throw a spear at them. "Viserion, go!"
Viserion turned to look at him, his golden eyes staring at him intently and then took off, joining Rhaegal in the air. Harry looked out around the pit, seeing the bodies of multiple Sons of the Harpy and some Unsullied. Some were roasted while others were cut by swords.
"Will the Queen be alright?" Missandei whispered, as he herded them out. The Sons of the Harpy had all seemingly lost their energy to fight as Daenerys had left, many slinking out. Harry flipped off at least a few of them as they stared at him though it wasn't as satisfying when the men did not know what Harry meant by the gesture.
"She will be. They're bonded," Harry replied, making sure Tyrion was amongst their group as they exited the pit and mounted their horses. He looped the reins of Daenerys' horse to his own saddle and led the way, cantering through the relatively quiet streets. Ser Barristan, Jorah, Daario, Grey Worm flanked them, keeping Harry, Missandei and Tyrion in the middle. "We just need to keep the peace."
Missandei raised an eyebrow. "How do we do that? No one knows who their leader is."
"I… read one of their minds," Harry murmured, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. "It gave me the location of one of the good masters who are funding them."
"You gave her a mirror," Missandei said, her eyes pointedly glancing down at the other hand held mirror that was tucked into one of his pocket's.
"It'll let us talk to her," Harry answered. "I told her to go find somewhere safe."
"She is the first person to ride a dragon in a hundred years," Tyrion remarked, awe in his voice, as they rode into the courtyard of the great pyramid. Grey Worm dismounted and immediately called to his captains, setting up a bigger guard around the place.
"When did dragons die out in Westeros?" Harry questioned, dismounting too and turning to look behind them at the streets.
"They died after the Dance of the Dragons, the civil war between House Targaryen," Tyrion replied, his eyes wide. "The Dragon Queen."
Harry followed Missandei and Grey Worm as they walked into the pyramid, heading to the great hall.
"We should send someone after her," Daario said, crossing his arms. "There's no telling what's out there."
"There could be rival khals," Jorah added. "I'll go."
"You and Daario go," Harry said, glancing down at Tyrion and then to Grey Worm. "We'll keep the peace here."
"If our queen rode Drogon, does that mean you can ride Viserion?" Barristan asked, gesturing to the terrace on the upper floors.
"Yes."
"Good."
Harry nodded as he peered down at Tyrion, hearing Jorah and Daario walk back out. The two men almost instantly started to bicker and Harry snorted, turning back to the son of Lord Tywin Lannister.
"Now would be a good time to ask your questions," Harry offered, sitting down on one of the steps so that he would be on Tyrion's level. "If you mean to advice Queen Daenerys Targaryen, I aim to ask my own questions as well."
"I would not have expected anything else," Tyrion said, his lips twitching up into a small grin.