"You do realize that once we go to Westeros, we will be up against your own family," Harry remarked, raising an eyebrow. "Or whatever is left of your house anyway."

Tyrion shrugged and glanced up at the man as they walked throughout the city of Meereen. Two Unsullied soldiers walked behind them and Viserion flew above them in the dark of the evening, his wings beating idly as if he was riding a wind current. Rhaegal was back at the great pyramid, keeping watch.

"There are rather a lot of Lannisters," Tyrion said. "I'm not worried."

"But what of your sister and brother? You care about Jaime certainly."

"Do you have siblings?" Tyrion returned, as they passed a brothel.

Loud shouts and jeers echoed from the building and Harry spared a look to it, his hand dropping to his waist. Barristan was back at the pyramid, guarding the queen's quarters and people and Missandei.

"No. I have best friends and a tolerable cousin, who I probably won't see again," Harry said, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. "My parents died when I was around two years old."

"Tolerable?" Tyrion repeated, frowning.

Harry peered down at Tyrion Lannister, frowning slightly. "He realized I had saved his life when we were 15 and became less horrible after that."

"My father thought I killed my mother simply by being born."

"Is that why you killed him?"

Harry caught Tyrion's eyes, seeing the other man's eyes narrow in thought.

"Tywin Lannister was never considered to be a kind or a generous person," Tyrion finally remarked as they continued walking.

"If I understand the events of Robert's Rebellion, Tywin was the one who sacked King's Landing and had Princess Elia and her children killed."

"He was that man, yes. He was also the man that had a song based on his destroying two of his bannermen. The Rains of Castamere."

"I haven't heard it."

"Tywin destroyed Houses Reyne and Tarbeck for rebelling against him. He flooded the keep of the Reynes and…"

"Flooded? Let me guess. Castamere was the seat of House Reyne."

"Yes."

Harry nodded idly, glancing at the nearly empty street in front of them. There was no shouting, no laughter, no children running in for dinner like there had been minutes before. He curled his fingers around his wand, heard Viserion growl loudly above them in warning. Tyrion jolted at the sound and glanced up into the night sky, his eyes widening at the dragon.

"Do you have any other family members that are known to be that ruthless?"

"Cersei. If Daenerys wants to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she will want to keep an eye on my sister," Tyrion said quietly, his voice steady.

The Unsullied men behind them closed the distance between them, flanking them as a group of masked men came around them from all sides. Harry grinned a little, pushed Tyrion behind him and signaled behind him. The Unsullied hit the stone ground and Harry cast an immediate stunning spell, watched as the red light of the spell exploded around them in a circle, stunning everyone in a twenty feet radius. The masked men fell to the ground, their weapons dropping next to them.

As soon as the masked men were on the stone ground, Harry walked over to look down at them, his eyes narrowed. He studied each one of them, perhaps twenty in all, and pointed at one. "I want to talk to this one first."

Grey Worm and thirty other Unsullied soldiers flooded in from alleys and the street in front of them, their spears in hand. "Harry?"

Harry waved his hand over all of them again. "Incarcerous."

Rope appeared and slithered itself around each man's hands, binding them tight. "Let's get them to the pyramid."

"You used us as bait."

Harry turned around, raising an eyebrow at Tyrion. "I did. What of it?"

"It's smart."

Harry stared at Tyrion for a minute before nodding. "Let's go."

Harry looked out over the small groups of Dany's khalasar, the older women and men huddled together in small circles. Belaro and Sera, the two children that he had rescued from the rail posts before Meereen, were with Barristan, a few floors up. He watched as Grey Worm and the group of Unsullied sat each masked man down on the stone floor and pulled their masks off.

Only one man was familar and that was the man who had talked with Daenerys about wedding him. The man who had said he would keep the peace between the Sons of the Harpy if Dany married him. Harry leaned against the doorway of the hall, looked the man right in the eyes. The man looked him right in the eyes as well, leering at him.

"So you're the leader," Harry remarked, taking a step towards him. "You lead the Sons of the Harpy."

Grey Worm walked over to stand next to him and exchanged a look.

"It makes sense," Harry offered, turning around and placing his back to the men. "He said he could bring peace to the city."

"Why would he… wed our queen if he was the leader of the Sons of the Harpy?" Grey Worm questioned, his eyes narrow.

"Better placed to spy on us," Harry said, shrugging a little. "He would have known all of the locations of your men, all of the timing of the patrols."

Grey Worm's eyes darkened.

"The position would have given him a lot of leverage too," Harry added. "If he had wed Daenerys, he would have been her king. And he is Meereenese. None of these men would have let any law to forbid slavery get through."

Grey Worm didn't flinch but Harry could see a shudder go through the man.

"They're traditional in that sense," Harry continued, grimacing at the thought. "Given time, he might have… had her killed. No traditional Meereenese husband would want their wife to have more power than them."

"We would not have let that happen."

"No. No, we wouldn't have. Daenerys has you and your men, her dragons, the Second Sons and me between anything that would harm her."

Harry paused before turning back around. "The more I hear about Westeros… It will be hard getting people to accept her as queen."

"She's the queen we chose. Jorah the Andal said that there would be people who would follow her."

"She's the Queen we chose, yes. And that…. I think, will make all the difference," Harry remarked.

Grey Worm opened his mouth to say something else when a chiming filled the air. Harry blinked, looked back to where the Sons of the Harpy men were sitting and then… "Oh. It's Dany."

He slipped out the mirror from his pocket but didn't answer it just yet.

"What should we do with them?" Grey Worm questioned, gesturing to the men behind them.

"Let them sit here and sweat for an hour or two. I will talk with Hizdahr zo Loraq later."

Daenerys waited a few minutes before the mirror chimed again. The image of Harry showed up and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. His green eyes were bright and his hair had grown just a bit longer, hitting his shoulders.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright. I had Drogon take me to that place I found in the Dothraki Sea. What is going on in Meereen?"

"Dothraki Sea. Good. What was the flight like?"

Daenerys smiled, hearing the wistfulness in his tone. "It was… incredible.""

"Better than a horse?" Harry asked, smiling at her, his eyes sparking with pride.

"Yes. Definitely better than a horse. He's so warm."

"I'm not too surprised to hear that. Your Targaryen ancestors all spoke of dragons as fire made flesh," Harry offered, his eyes closing momentarily and then reopening them. "When Ron, Hermione and I escaped from Gringotts on the back of that dragon, there wasn't much time for me to actually appreciate it."

Dany grimaced. "I remember you talking of that. That sounded horrible."

"It was. Well… as to Meereen, I believe Grey Worm and I captured the leader of the Sons of the Harpy," Harry said, his lips twitching up into a small grin.

Daenerys raised an eyebrow as she looked at Harry through the mirror. "Do I know him?"

Harry shrugged, smiling a little. "Yes, you do. Hizdahr zo Loraq. I'll have to talk to him though or read his mind if it comes to that. The Sons of the Harpy are not going to come quietly, as one might say."

Dany frowned and then she sighed, turning to look at Drogon as the dragon let out a roar. "Have you ridden Viserion yet?"

"Do I have your permission?"

Daenerys blinked. "You have bonded with him, have you not?"

"Yes. I still wanted to ask your permission. They are your children after all."

"Then you have my permission, now and always."

Harry's eyes softened and Dany's heart skipped another beat at the heat in his eyes. He loved her, that much she was certain, and she… loved him. He had been so gentle with her when they had had sex. He had been through so much and was still so kind. She had watched him fight in the pit and with Barristan and he looked like a god himself, magic swirling around him. And yet… he melted around her in private, letting her lead.

"Any problems with the child you're carrying?" Harry asked after a few minutes of quiet. "Any more morning sickness?"

"No. I… fell asleep on Drogon's back though and…"

"Yes?"

Daenerys hesitated only briefly before telling him. "I dreamt of riding Drogon with an army."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Dragon dream. Daenys the Dreamer dreamt of the Doom of Valyria. Anything else?"

"The opposing army… wasn't anything like I had ever seen before. They… were armored in ice."

Harry blinked, blinked again. "In ice."

"Yes."

"What did you do in the dream?"

"I had Drogon put them to flame and they melted into the Trident below me."

"Huh. Ice. Men armored in ice. It's nothing familiar to me but I'll look into it," Harry remarked, his eyes narrowed in thought. "Have you dreamed before of this?"

Daenerys shook her head, brushing some hair behind her ear. Her braids had all come loose as she had flown and she wished Missandei was here. Missandei had become a good friend and companion and she hoped they were alright in Meereen.

"I dreamed of my dragons before they hatched," Dany offered, thinking back on her days with Drogo and his khalasar. "I dreamt of a black dragon the night before my wedding to Drogo."

"And now you have Drogon. Alright. Let me know if you dream of anything else similar to… men armored in ice," Harry said, yawning a little. "Did you want to talk to Missandei?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

"Sure. Just a moment. I should make her a mirror too."

"Thank you."

Harry grinned. "It's not a problem. Be safe alright?"

"You too."

Harry was woken up a week later by bells and shouting. He jolted awake, quickly put on clothes and stepped out of his room, following the sounds. He ran up the stairs to the queen's chambers and ran into Grey Worm.

"What's wrong?"

"The Meereenese fleet is on fire!"

"On fire?"

"Yes!"

Harry turned to look outside to the terrace, looking to where Viserion was curled up with his brother. "Have any idea as to who started the fire?"

"Ser Barristan's over at the docks now!"

"Right. Hold the fort here. I'll join him. See if I can put out the fire and investigate. Has anyone volunteered to talk from the group of prisoners we took?"

"No."

Harry grimaced as he hastened over to the terrace door. He couldn't see either dragon but he could feel Viserion's presence in his mind as the dragon woke up. "I'll be at the docks. Send word for me if I'm needed."

Grey Worm nodded, his eyes narrowed as he watched Harry head out the door.

Harry walked through the doorway and watched as Viserion woke up, yawning sleepily. He grinned, caught Rhaegal's green eyes and dipped his head in a nod, before hurrying over to the cream colored dragon. Viserion stood up on his wing claws, about the size of an elephant, perhaps even bigger than that, and lowered his neck to look Harry in the eyes.

Viserion's eyes were two pools of molten gold and Harry stood still as the dragon took one step closer. He held out his hand and Viserion rumbled low in his throat and touched his snout to Harry's palm. Excitement radiated from the dragon and Harry grinned, stroked Viserion's hide and then stepped around to walk lightly up his wings onto his back.

Harry settled onto Viserion's back, grasped onto a spike and whispered the word for flight in Valyrian. Viserion roared up into the sky, beat his wings against the ground and took off at a run. The dragon underneath him was warm, perhaps even hot, and Harry almost shivered with it as Viserion charged to the edge of the pyramid and seemingly dove headfirst off it.

Harry's heart raced as he felt the muscles within Viserion flex, his wings beat, and then they were flying. Viserion screamed out into the world and they flew nearly as one as Harry leaned down, almost chest to hide. He was flying on the back of a dragon and the dragon was definitely not dipping to let him fall off. Viserion almost quivered below him and shot off, flying through a wind current as they flew above Meereen.

He could see the flames in the distance, see them eat up the wood of multiple ships in the port. Harry didn't even have to direct Viserion towards the dock as they flew and he rather suspected that their bond went both ways. Dany probably hadn't had to tell Drogon where she had wanted to go. Drogon had probably sensed it from their own bond.

He grinned and whooped out loud as Viserion flew, the shadow of him skimming rooftops below them. It didn't take them long to arrive at the docks as Viserion slowed and came to hover over the ships and Harry peered over the side, looking over the ground.

He could just barely see Ser Barristan but he didn't see any masked men and likely they had fled the scene the minute after they had set the flames. Harry's eyes narrowed, watching as Ser Barristan looked up into the sky, shielding his eyes. The old knight stared up at them, waved out a hand and Harry waved back.

It was time to press the Sons of the Harpy for more information. For now, Harry wanted to patrol the city and perhaps fly a little more. Viserion turned just as Harry thought about it and flew towards the northern walls, beating his wings slowly. The sun shone down on them and Harry shielded his eyes as Viserion flew over the walls and came to a stop mid air.

Harry blinked at the sight before them, his heart speeding up. Viserion screamed again in alarm and Harry could hear it echo throughout the city. "This… this is not good."

Mercenary companies were riding down the hill opposite Meereen's gates. Mounted men, archers, spearmen, elephants, and siege weapons covered the horizon from east to west. Harry's eyes narrowed and he stroked Viserion's hide idly, memorizing the banners that he could see. Ser Barristan would probably know who most of them were but Harry distinctly recognized the banners of Yunkai and Qarth.

A stream of refugees spilled forth in front of the sellswords and the Unsullied at the gates opened the great door, letting them in. Harry winced and Viserion turned back, roaring as they flew back towards the Great Pyramid.