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The Song of Builders

By Jojobevco

Chapter 2

Fire and Blood and Dragons, Oh My!

The Next Day

The Throne Room

Red Keep

King's Landing, Crownlands, Westeros

Within King's Landing, to say that things were not going well would be a massive understatement. 'King' Joffrey was throwing a royal fit.

"Where did he go? I want him found! Now!"

"Your Grace, we have exhaustively searched the Sept, and the secret passages leading to and from the Red Keep, we are continuing to search the city, but it is as if they disappeared into thin air. The youngest Stark daughter is nowhere to be found either," Ser Meryn Trant replied.

"Keep looking! Get out! Why are you still here?" Joffrey shouted, throwing the wine he was holding.

After the retainers retreated, Joffrey turned to his mother. "Is it true?" he snapped.

"Joffrey, you are a king, of royal blood," Cersei replied, seemingly unperturbed by Joffrey's temper.

Joffrey had enough of his mother's evasiveness, "But is it true or not?"

Cersei swallowed and took a breath before answering, "No. Eddard Stark is a liar who wanted to steal your throne. His lies were meant to sow dissent."

"When I get my hands on Sansa, she will pay for her father's treachery."

"And Lord Stark?"

"He'll lose his head, of course."

Cersei smiled in relief.

The Former Khalasar of Khal Drogo

Somewhere south of Lhazar, Essos

Across the Narrow Sea, Lord Harry Potter walked away from the Dothraki and turned on his heel, landing inside a small closet-sized room. He walked through a door into a long hallway. From there, he entered a stone conference room. A large round table dominated the room, with uncomfortable chairs surrounding it. Harry sat and waited. Just a few minutes later, "Osha" dashed into the room, transforming into Master Auror Nymphadora Tonks.

After a hug, she asked, "What happened?"

"The Starks are safe. Oddly enough, in the camp of Danny the Fool."

Tonks scoffed, "That's a new moniker."

"Well, the fool got her husband killed through sheer stupidity. I mean, if you sack a woman's city, don't ask her to treat your husband. It's not going to end well."

"And the boy?"

"Rheago, the 'stallion who might mount the world.' I was able to save him. In exchange, I was able to gain the loyalty of the Targaryen line until further notice."

Tonks paced, musing, "This presents an opening."

"Indeed. We may yet be able to change things. How is Bran?"

"I can tell you that his visions will be difficult to interpret since Eddard is alive, especially his visions seeing him in the crypt."

"Spin it as something yet to come in the far future. The fact that his vision was inaccurate is disturbing. It implies non-omniscient outside interference. Someone who can't see us."

"Could it be the Children? A Greenseer?"

Harry pondered. "Both of those are possibilities, but ones we cannot explore without additional information. Keep an eye on it. What else is happening?"

"The Night's Watch is about to have a Great Ranging to the North. I suspect we will have visitors, including Jon Snow and Lord Commander Mormont. I've assigned a team to shadow them."

Harry smile, "Good. Heh, we seem to be seeing a lot of the Stark family lately."

"And Robb?"

Harry smirked, "He won a battle. He captured Jamie Lannister. He thinks he's accomplished a lot, but his role will be canceled once Ned returns to Westros."

"In other news, our Wandering Crow has collected Gendry Waters and is evacuating him."

"I expect that our new "King" will purge Robert Baratheon's bastard heirs. Gendry can't get out of King's Landing soon enough. Goodness knows, we could use another blacksmith."

"Can we save any of the others?"

"Ned provided me with a name of one other, Barra. Assign an agent to retrieve her and her mother. Our agent embedded with Littlefinger is closest."

Tonks nodded and chuckled, "Embedded."

Harry sighed, "I must return to Essos. Our new Queen will be waking soon."

Tonks looked up in surprise. "Queen? Are you sure?"

"Very. Now that she is under our control, she is our best option."

"Also, one other thing: disturbing news from the Twins. The Freys have gotten a marriage contract with the Starks."

"Shit."

"Precisely. We'll need new recruits. Events are about to become decentralized."

"I have my eye on a few. The Stark girls hold particular promise." Harry's mood turned pensive. "I wonder what would have happened had I not rescued them?"

"What will you do?"

"I'll start working with Sansa; she's old enough. Arya is too young, but she has quite a good dance. For now though, both of them have to be suffering through some PTSD. Arya apparently killed a boy and Sansa almost saw her father's head chopped off."

Tonks was noncommittal, "Hmm."

"We need to get back. Let's arrange a full staff meeting for tonight."

"Alright. Go tame your dragon, Harry."

Harry chuckled, "Enjoy your time as a wildling." Turning on his heel, Harry Apparated back to Essos.

As he arrived, he looked down and saw the Starks sleeping on the bed rolls he had left them. He gently nudged Ned with his foot, "Ned. Ned! Wake up!"

Ned started awake, reflexively reaching for Ice before stopping, "Harry?"

"Ned, I need you to tell me everything that happened between the death of Robert Baratheon and my rescue at the Sept. I need to know everything everyone said and did. But first, let us go and break fast with the neighbors."

Harry, Ned, Arya and Sansa walked over the hill and approached the camp. Ser Jorah stood at the vanguard. The Dothraki warriors reached for their weapons, eyeing them all suspiciously. Arya matched them glare for glare, but Sansa looked mildly frightened. Harry held up his hands in a sign of surrender. "We bring peace. Excuse my friend for not sheathing his sword here; he needs it as a walking stick."

The guards gave them a beady eye but allowed them to pass. They entered Daenerys's tent, finding her sitting with the infant Rhaego in her arms.

"Good Morning, Khalessi."

Daenerys looked up and saw her mysterious savior approaching along with Ser Jorah, two young ladies, and another man. Everyone, except Lord Harry, looked rather worse for wear. The three joining Ser Jorah didn't seem equipped to survive in the Waste. In fact, the elder girl looked like she had just been pulled out of a royal court. Daenerys took the time to study the man who had saved her son's life. He looked to be around three and twenty, with short black hair, piercing green eyes covered by the strangest ornaments and a flowing long black robe, similar to what her brother used to wear, although they seemed more precise, and much cleaner, almost without a speck of dust on them. He wore a large dark ring on his right hand and was covered in a flowing cloak that seemed to be spun of silver.

"Daenerys Targaryen, I would like to meet Lord Eddard Stark, Hand of the King to the late Robert Baratheon, Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell."

Daenerys honestly did not know what to say. One of her greatest enemies stood before her. A man who would probably like nothing more than to run his great sword through her. She said nothing.

Harry took her silence to continue with the introductions, "And these are his daughters, Sansa and Arya Stark. I believe you know Ser Jorah Mormont already."

"You're real."

"Excuse me?"

"You are real, and you really did save my son."

"Yes."

"Yet you are allied with my enemies. Why not let me die?" Daenerys gently set Rhaego in Doreah's arms and stepped toward them all, head held high. Ice-blond hair streamed down her back, giving her a regal glow even in the dim tent light.

"Because you do not need to be enemies, because you are not my enemy, Daenerys. Besides, it's much too early in the morning for decapitation. We're just here to break fast, while Lord Ned regales us with his tale of woe."

Daenerys nodded, letting out a sigh of relief she didn't realize she was holding, and sat again. Harry sat near her, watching the handmaidens bring in some food. The menu was rather limited, as they were rather limited in means. Still, for the Starks who had not eaten anything besides Harry's emergency rations (something he called 'scroggin') since fleeing King's Landing, it was delicious and very welcome.

"Ned?" Harry prompted.

Ned carefully related everything that had happened from entering the throne room to being dragged out of the sept. Harry nodded periodically, listening carefully.

"Two people stand out to me. Littlefinger and Varys. It is clear what side Littlefinger is on. His own. By his betrayal of you, he singlehandedly plunged a kingdom into war and dishonored his place on the Small Council. The question here is his motivation." Harry made a mental note to have his agent in Littlefinger's camp keep a closer eye on him. "As for Varys, it is as he says. He serves the Realm. He and I have never seen eye to eye, but his current actions are in line with ours."

Daenerys interjected, "He tried to kill me."

"The key point is 'tried'," Harry pointed out. "Varys was as subtle as a Dothraki khalasar about it. Trust me, if Varys actually wanted you dead, you'd be dead."

Eddard asked the question on everyone's mind, "So, now what?"

Harry sighed, "That is a good question. But first, we must figure out what to do about a few things. Namely, the fact that you three are on the wrong side of the Narrow Sea, our throne claimant has lost her people, and we have a continent about to be plunged into war at the absolute worst possible moment in 8,000 years." Harry shook his head. "Someone remind me to kill Littlefinger."

Daenerys asked, "Tell me about Ser Jorah? Why is he here?"

Harry gestured to Ser Jorah, "Tell her."

"I have worked as an Agent of-"

Harry coughed.

Jorah quickly adjusted what he was going to say, "-Harry here for many years, since I was first exiled from Westros. It was my way of serving the realm. I was recruited by Varys as one of his spies in Essos not long after. In fact, I was acting as a double agent."

Daenerys glared, "You worked for the man that tried to kill me?"

Harry sighed, exasperated. "'Tried,' again being the main word. Jorah had everything under control the whole time, as did Varys now that I think about it. Tell me, what exactly did that assassination attempt do?"

Daenerys thought for a moment, her eyes widening, "It convinced, Dro-Drogo to invade Westros."

"Exactly." He nodded to Jorah, "Continue."

"Both Harry and Varys sent me here. Varys simply wanted me to spy on you, and I did to a small extent. I only gave him things that were within public Dothraki knowledge. I gave him only enough to keep from getting caught. On the other hand, Harry…he sent me here for two reasons. First, to protect you as an important young woman in a dangerous world. Secondly, or mainly, to assess Viserys as a possible candidate for the Iron Throne."

Harry chuckled, "Suffice it to say, he did not fit our qualifications."

"After Viserys died, Harry had me assess you," Jorah continued.

Daenerys was surprised, "Me?"

Harry nodded, "Yes. Based on Jorah's report, I found you compassionate and young, yet slowly growing into your role. Also, you were not mad, insane, sadistic, did not worship fire, did not come with any line of succession issues, and had the right family name."

It then occurred to Ned that Sansa was being extremely quiet. More so than usual.

"Sansa, are you alright?" he asked Sansa quietly.

Sansa answered in a monotone, "Yes, Father." Sansa stood and walked over to Daenerys, now holding her son, and started cooing over him and smiling.

Sansa took the time to dwell on her thoughts. She had realized shortly before her father was nearly killed that what happened was her fault. Her Septa, her guards, her maids, all were dead because of her. She told Cersei Baratheon that her father was leaving. She brought the Lion to the Wolf's door. Sansa glanced over at Ice, sitting next to her father and her hand went subconsciously to the back of her neck. At least, she thought, Valerian Steel never dulls.

That Evening

A Briefing Room

An Undisclosed Location

North of The Wall

Harry and Tonks sat in the front row after the meeting discussing what happened. The room was like a large comfortable lecture hall, with agents seated in order of seniority from front to back. Agents were slowly milling out of the room. Both Harry and Tonks were staring at a map covering the wall from floor to ceiling.

"This has thrown the whole world into chaos." Harry shoved himself up, grabbed a pointer and started gesturing.

"We have the North, which under Robb Stark is fighting for Riverrun. We have the Westerlands, where Tywin and Tyrion Lannister have fallen back to the Darry. Tywin is leading the army en route to Harrenhal, while Tyrion is headed for Kings Landing. Renly Baratheon is in Highgarden gathering Tyrell support, while Stannis might have fallen back to Dragonstone. Joffrey has his gold cloaks and a limited Lannister contingent in King's Landing. Meanwhile, there is about to be a Great Ranging to the North, where the crows will undoubtedly encounter Mance Rayder's forces."

Tonks nodded, "Tactically, we are in an excellent position. Everyone is so busy infighting that we have nothing else to do. It's wearing everyone down. Mance should avoid the ranging, for the most part."

Harry scoffed, "Yeah, how hard is it to hide 80,000 soldiers and officers in the north?" Harry groaned, "Why did the Great Ranging have to be this month?" He sighed, "Our best move, right now, is to have Robb stall. Keep Tywin Lannister isolated and cut off from Casterly Rock. Our friendly King-Beyond-the-Wall can move his forces out into the Skirling Pass and have our team lying in wait nearby. In the meantime, I'll bury a bit of obsidian at the top of The Fist for someone to find. We're going to have guests, I think. Tomorrow, I'll return Eddard Stark to his army, and bring his daughters here."

That Same Evening

The Former Khalasar of Khal Drogo

Somewhere south of Lhazar, Essos

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen was having the worst day of her life. Without a soul, Drogo was just…wasting away. She had to kill him to put him out of his misery. He wouldn't die any other way; the Blood Magic gave him life, but it was a terrible sort of life. Still, knowing that didn't make it easier for Daenerys. It was the hardest thing she ever had to do. As she held her pillow over his head, she sobbed at the loss of her sun and stars. Later, she watched as Drogo's Bloodriders built the funeral pyre and the interlocking circles of wood surrounding it. She commanded the Bloodriders to put the eggs on the fire.

Jorah, Harry, and Ned approached her with Irri holding Rhaego. Jorah asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes." Daenerys was calm, even emotionless now. It was like she had poured out all her tears already and a numb calm was all that remained.

Harry stroked his chin, "The theory is sound, but the eggs may be too old."

Ned wondered, "Do we need this?"

"We need a force multiplier, Ned, and this is what we have."

Ned shook his head at Harry's strange speech and asked, "Will she be safe?"

Daenerys proclaimed, "I am the Dragon. Fire cannot hurt me."

Jorah countered, "Your brother thought the same thing."

"My brother was wrong."

Harry waved them off, "Our Dany here possesses the signs. Stop worrying over her, Jorah." He turned to Daenerys and smiled to her, "Good Luck, Daenerys."

Dany turned to her people, proclaiming, "You will be my Khalasar, my son's Khalasar. I see the faces of slaves. Today, I free you. Take off your collars. Go if you wish. No one will stop you. If you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters, as husbands and wives." Daenerys watched in dismay as several people left. Gesturing to the Godswife, Daenerys commanded, "Ser Jorah, bind this woman to the pile." As he complied, she met Harry's eyes. They looked somber yet understanding. She continued, "I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen of the Blood of Old Valyria, I am the Dragon's Daughter, and I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming."

The dark witch added in, "You will not hear me scream."

"I will. But I do not require your screams, only your life." Daenerys then lit the interlocking rings of fire. Miri began screaming shortly, then Daenerys walked into the fire. A moment later, Harry followed.

Ned asked, "Harry?"

He smiled and shrugged, "She needs company."

After entering the fire, he turned and faced her, she was shocked, "What? How?"

Harry smiled, "Magic, my dear. Magic."

The Next Morning

As the Khalasar awoke, Jorah, Ned and the blood riders walked toward the center, to see a naked Daenerys, a somewhat sooty, but clothed Harry, and three small dragons.

They knelt, Jorah exclaiming, "Blood of my Blood!"

Harry stood and smiled.

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