Chapter Six

"I'll fight by my right and for my kind,"

-Smaug II

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"Are you sure that it's going to show up?"

"Of course your Grace, my informant has never failed me yet. If he says it would be here, it would be here,"

"Good, if I found out this informant is lying then he would face the wrath of the dragon in its truest form!"

"I tremble at the mention of such notion your Grace,"

If Viserys even had an ounce of common sense in him, he would have noticed the underlying sarcasm beneath the silky voice of Magister Ilyrio at his threat. Not so Daenerys. She only cowered even more under the safe covers of her own tent not willing to be seen by his brother and accidentally "Awaken the Dragon". Her hand went as usual to her left breast trying not to whimper as the slightest touch made her nipple throb. Visery hasn't been gentle when he "examined" her to be presented to Khal Drogo.

As of right now, she wanted above all else to return to her own bed safe and sound on the Magister's house. It had been three days now, three days of roughing it out here on the heated edge of the mountains of Lhorulu watching the small tribe to Dothraki screamers camping below them. Apparently according to the Magister rumors are coming around that a dragon is roaming these parts of the region and is regularly preying on the smaller groups of Dothraki. No one knew if it is rumor or truth and even Dany herself didn't believe the report that the Magister told them one dinner evening. However Viserys for some reason completely insists to go and find out, so here they are sweating it here under the rays of the sun for the third day.

As it is, she spent her time watching every morning the small group below her live their life. Dany might not be as courageous as Viserys (at least that's how she thinks), but she is wise enough to know that she must understand this people and how they live their lives if she is to marry that massive brute (no matter how afraid the very thought is) of a Khal; it's better that she knows at least something than absolutely nothing when the time comes.

Reclining back on the comfortable cot inside her tent, Daenerys prepared herself for another day of boredom when a sudden tingling all over her body nearly threw her to the floor. As it is she barely managed to hold on the couch as her entire body itched. It is as if her blood is burning and resonating inside her for reasons that she cannot explain making her frantically look around.

Everything is normal as far as she can see with the others looking not the least bothered compared to her who is almost dizzy with everything swirling in front of her eyes. Also the urge to upheave her breakfast this morning is almost frantic and if not for the fact that it would "Awaken the Dragon", she would already have done so. She looked again at her companions and wondered why in the world they are not suffering as she is. In fact everything is perfectly fine for them. Viserys is sitting on a small table with Ilyrio making a monologue about how he would take the throne and the gifts he would bestow to the fat magister in heaps for his aid in helping them. That's when she also noticed something that she had been missing that she can't put her finger at….

The silence

Not the silence that gives off the aura that you are safe and there is nothing to fear, no. It is the silence that tells you that something mysterious and dangerous is lurking somewhere just at the side of your eye but disappears every time you look at it. There are no other sounds, not the signing of birds, the splash of the fish on the water down the river below, heck not even the soft touch of the wind as the silence loomed over them so oppressive.

Dany really wanted to bolt now and ran to the hills in terror even as her breathe got shorter and shorter each time she inhaled. Dropping the small book about the Dothraki she is reading, she darted out of the flaps of the tent as the panic in her chest nearly overwhelmed her. They needed to get out of here.

"Viserys!" she piped out nearly and nearly pushed her brother out of the chair just as he is taking a sip causing him to drop his drink at his pants making him look like as if he just pissed himself. The result is immediate.

His face contorted in rage as he stood up and before Dany knew what just happened, a ringing pain is registered by her left cheek and her leg wobbled as the impact force of the strike caused her to lose her balance and before she knew it, she is down on the ground supported by one arm, the other holding her left cheek which throbbed from the hit she took.

"How dare you shame me in front of our host?!" roared Viserys standing up from the table he shared with Ilyrion and stomping towards her. "How dare you sister?! How dare you?! Now you have awakened the dragon!" he finished each question with a kick at her ribs making her curl up to a ball at his brutal attacks as she tried to cover her body as best as she can with her limbs. It didn't help that the others simply ignored it as if nothing's going as the servants continue with whatever business they are in. They are too used seeing him beat her all the time and the magister, Ilyrion even looked bored at Viserys' cruelty.

"Please Viserys, please I'm so sorry," begged Daenerys as a rather powerful kick struck her on the arm. Viserys however is having none of it.

"You've awakened the dragon Dany and you're going to pay-," he never got to finish his sentence as a rather powerful sound echoed from the skies sounding somewhere between a piercing shriek and a roar making everyone fell to their knees as every available hand went to cover their respective ears. Even Viserys who is about to kick her squeaked like a little girl as his eyes rolled up and he fell flat on his back trying to block out the sound.

And just as quick as it came, the roar vanished only to be replaced by the vibrant thrum of winds moving as a very large shadow gleaming brightly on the morning light literally parted the clouds nearly made her eyes pop from their sockets as the very representation of the sigil of her house dived down on the gathered group down below its maws opening as a torrent of liquid fire literally set the entire riverside on fire and sending the small group of Dothraki khalasar breaking off in ten different directions as the golden dragon passed over them, scooping three to five running people before swallowing them whole.

Maybe that's the reason why Daenerys shrieked in full terror as the dragon turned its flight away from the burning Dothraki and straight towards them. Two of the guards who managed to regain their wits and senses scrambled up spears leveled at the massive shadow only to be swiped away into a bloody smear by the dragon's tail their girlish screams echoing on the distance. Ilyrion himself is just lucky to roll off on the side else the tail swipe would have sent his fat body flying too. As it is, the watching group remain petrified as the gargantum golden shadow landed, amber eyes looking at them, especially her piercingly.

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He was both proud and annoyed. Proud of the fact that his little two-legs-whelp-with-dragon's-blood Rhaenys (riding at his back) didn't look the least bothered by the carnage he had just wrought. It's a good sign in his opinion. She had learned slowly to embrace the fire in her blood unlike Aegon who prefer the peaceful way of living. That's so wrong, dragons are made to dominate as the apex predator and no one and he meant no one is greater than they are. Not even if he's the last one of his race remaining.

And at the same time he's also annoyed, not a great issue though. He really needed to get that tail whip of his more precise. He had been aiming to send the two-brave-two-legs that charged him recklessly flying over the mountainside not turn them red smears on the ground. Well, what's done is done and he turned his full attention back to the real reason why he bothered to land here instead of chasing the two-legs-screamers-riding-four-legs halfway through the grassy dunes down below.

He had been planning today on continuing Rhaenys' education on tracking prey below (thank heavens they can communicate despite how hard it is) and at the same time indulging her with her love of flying with him with his hunts when he felt it, another thrumming of dragon magic though not as alarming as the time when Rhaenys' accidentally activated hers and called him to her. After a small debate with his rider, he immediately descended on the source and well….found it hilarious to scare them a bit first. The instinct that had warned him for so long to keep his existence secret to the two-legs didn't bother him for some reason and he decided to act according to his will.

No self-respecting dragon would introduce themselves after all to someone (especially two-legs) without killing something to show off its power. To say then that he was surprised would be an understatement. He had been expecting one blood of the dragon, not two. Though there's something wrong with one of them if his nose is too be trusted. The barely grown female-two-legs-with-dragon-blood had the same thrum just as Rhaenys' did however the other one feels…tainted. As if someone had mixed his blood with foul water.

Unfortunately he's also as dumb and lacking in respect as he smells.

"You're a dragon!" he exclaimed raising from his butt on the ground though the other two-legs remained where they are. "You are a dragon!" he repeated laughing hysterically as he raised his arms on to the sky.

Sending thrums into his body to where Rhaenys is sitting on his back indicating that he had no desire whatsoever to bother replying with this insignificant insect, he remained silent as he watched Rhaenys straighten up stiffly in a condescending manner that Elia had taught her when dealing with….lesser beings.

"How fortunate of you to recognize that he is a dragon," she sniffed disdainfully giving everyone an impression that she is looking down at them and for good reason. "I am Rhaenys Targaryen, daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and this is my friend dragon whome I owe my life to, Balerion. Who are you strangers?"

"So it is true," cackled the smelly-two-legs looking in wonder at Rhaenys. "There are rumors made by the Usurper that he had finished you, your brother and including your mother. We-we are family. I am Viserys Targaryen, rightful King of Westeros, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Real. It is my pleasure to finally meet you my niece," as he finished, Harry or Balerion can't help the small growl (which in fact sounded like thunder for the gathered men) as he smelled the pheromones from the smelly-whelp-king. He wanted Rhaenys and badly too if the way he's checking her up and down is any indication. Nobody touches his whelp without his consent. And certainly not this little shit! He didn't fail to notice that he neglected to mention his sister who remained flat on the ground in terror of his presence.

As for Rhaenys, she remained as cool as a cucumber at the rather big proclamation by this half-disheveled king leering at her. As far as she was concerned the only family she had was on the lair of Balerion and not these Targaryens who abandoned her and her family at the Sack of King's Landing. If not for Balerion, her mother would have been raped fully and she killed.

"I see," she simply replied unimpressed suppressing the urge to snigger at the incredulous look that appeared on his face that he immediately hid with a smile.

"Alright, I wanted to thank you my niece for bringing this creature that will help us bring our vengeance for the Usurper. I myself will ride personally this beast and regain the Iron Throne from fat excuse of a-,"

Viserys never got to finish his words as the dragon opened its maw and roared in front of her taking off a few meters from the ground with great flaps of its massive wings and even Rhaenys at its back had to hold on for dear life as his fury went full overload. How dare this whelp call him a beast and a creature!? They two-legs are more of a creature than he ever will be. It did not help that his name is Targaryen, the name of the family that enslaved his fellow dragons and trapped them on that pathetic Dragon Pit of theirs till the last sickly dragon died (hey, Aegon read to him everything despite his best efforts to make the boy stop). He could tolerate Targaryens like Rhaenys and Aegon or Egg as he liked to be called. But this…this…this…no words he could find to describe this shit stain as his anger made him see red literally.

"REVENGE?! I'LL SHOW YOU REVENGE!" he roared speaking on the tongues of men that Rhaenys taught him with and before anyone could recover from the shock of hearing him speak; he immediately lunged forward like a snake ready to swallow the shit stain whole.

Fortunately for him, his sister tackled him to the ground that the massive maw of the golden beast missed him by mere milliliters preventing him from his fate of meeting the Stranger a little early. Unfortunately the attack didn't stop and the fat Magister Ilyrio got easily snagged by the dragon's jaws thanks to his large frame despite lying on the ground.

The Magister's cries of help are pitiful as his fat body got dragged easily when the dragon pulled. His stubby fingers with jewels left left gouge marks on the ground as he is thrown into the air upward, his body wobbling airborne with all the fat as he spun twice, then thrice before falling down on the opening jaws of the dragon. Everyone just watched in abject terror as the screams of the man turn high pitched as the dragon crunched him for a few moments before it went finally quiet as the evidence of a gulp was seen.

He nearly lost his anger though as he smelled the piss out of two-legs-without-bravado. There's no way he's going to eat something that just urinated on himself. That's way too disgusting. Still, he had an image to put up and he kind of …..respected…the bastard's sister for his bravery so its two birds with one stone. Besides he's still pissed and he needed to vent a little.

"HEED MY WARNING! I WOULD NOT BE SUBJECTED UNDER ANY HUMAN AGAIN! UNDERSTAND?!" he roared making the very ground shake. Unfortunately shit-head-in-two-legs simply can't take the hint.

"How dare you refuse me? I am a dr-ummmmm!" he didn't finish his words as his sister covered his mouth from behind and nodded in reverence to him.

Satisfied that he made his point he thrummed to the rider at his back to hold on as golden wings opened in full expanse once more before flapping in powerful gusts that made them disappear on the crowds.

Time to hunt down those escaping Dothraki and get over with Rhaenys' lessons for today; it is after all more important than just what happened in his opinion.

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AN:

So that's that another chappie done. Please Review. Next chapter a little readiness for the big chapters following maybe in Canon. Sorry if I cant post every day, life is hectic with midterms and research coming in. By the way, the size of harry as a dragon is that of Smaug in The Hobbit Desolation of Smaugh. Just imagine him as that big with that awesome voice hihihihi

PS: The other dragon story is Song of Endings

PS: I don't understand why everyone is referring to my dragon harry as OC. Ive seen fics with more…different Harry's that can't do jack shit magic on GOT crossovers. Mine can still do, only he's primal and very much a dragon but he can still use magic. What do you expect? A docile dragon as harry? The horror!

PS: Im sorry Grammar Nazis if you think Im bad at grammar. My English is mostly self-taught since my mother and father disapproved of me writing saying that its useless and can earn no money. So don't shit me too much, Im tryin my best you know!