Chapter 1

AN: As this is a trans positive fic, Harry will be referring to himself as he as, and I would like to stress this, he is still male because that is what he identifies himself as and as such is still male despite having a "female" body. Harry will however forget the fact that he is Harry very early on and will not remember until his brain develops enough that I feel it realistic that he would be able to process the tramas of his past life. Harry or at that point Aerea will start an exploration of what gender means to him as well as beginning to figure out his own personal preference. Please note that due to his upbringing Harry never got the chance to explore or even think about gender in his first life and due to remembering said passed life will be confused and suffer some body dysmorphia. Harry will eventually decide to go by She/Her pronouns but will sit somewhere on the non-binary spectrum

It was dark in that place where our protagonist, the former Harry Potter, existed. Though he of course was unaware of this, as at this point in his physical development he does not possess a functioning brain. If he did however he would notice that he was not alone in that space. A little blob of cells floated right next to him.

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Harry's first thought as he awoke was that it was warm, a comforting feeling surrounded him, a feeling that was oddly familiar. A sound reached his ears, like the beating of drums, but the sound was muffled as if he was underwater. Two of the beats were faster than the other. Harry opened his eyes and attempted to look around but all he saw was darkness. Panic struck through him and he attempted to move. It was difficult though, as if his body was weighted. As little as he was able to move, still he felt a body nestled right next to his, as his hand touched another's hand and it grasped his own, his panic abated, a wave of calm washing over him. And the beating of three hearts lulled him to sleep.

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Harry awoke to squeezing sensation, movement all around him. The hand of his companion in this darkness left his as they moved, leaving Harry panicked. Soon he couldn't feel them at all. Panic increased as soon he started to move down as well. His head squished painfully, until frigid air touched his body. Noises, no talking, so loud that his head ached with it and he couldn't help but cry. The sound that left his body however was that of a baby, and he realized just what must have happened.

'Bloody hell! I've been reborn! Dear merlin why the fuck did I have to be awake at my birth! Eww! Death you total arse!'

He felt hands, giant hands move and wash him before finally handing him to what could only be his new mother.He opened his eyes attempting to see around him but everything was blurry and

way too bright, the only thing he could make out was a blurry head with back hair leaning over him and speaking in a language he did not understand but a voice that was very familiar, Hermione's voice.

"Oh my darling daughters!"

"Your highness, your husband Prince Jaehaerys is wondering if he might enter now?" A raspy voice asks.

"Yes, let him in Maester Merion." At that the doors opened and a man with white hair and lilac eyes in a tunic of extremely fine quality ran in, almost slipping on the freshly mopped floor in his haste, causing his wife to chuckle in amusement. Not that Harry could see or understand what was happening. The Old Maester exits a glimmer of humor in his eye and closes the door behind him so as to provide the family some privacy.

"Shaera, My darling wife are you alright?" Draco's voice calls from the body of the man, Prince Jaehaerys, who just entered his hand tenderly caressing her face and examining her eyes for any sign of pain before leaning down to give his wife a tender relieved kiss.

"I am well my love. Our daughters were easier to birth than our son." Hermione, no Princess Shaera, states amusement and love clearly discernible in her voice.

"Daughters, as in more than one?" He asks breathless awe and shock in his voice.

"Indeed, we have been blessed my love." Tears of happiness appear in both of their new parents' eyes as they look at their new daughters. Both of them smaller than a normal babe but not worryingly so.

"They're beautiful!" The Prince quietly exclaims his emotions strong in his voice. "What shall we name them my darling wife?"

She hums in thought then smiles and nods at her first born daughter, a tiny babe with white hair, her eyes as of yet that glassy blue all newborn babes are. "This little one shall be Rhaella, may she enjoy her childhood fully and yet be dutiful when it is required of her."

Jaehaerys chuckles and looks to his daughter with black hair that matches his sister wife and mother. "And I suppose just as our ancestors she will need a Aerea to balance her. Her opposite in every way."

Shaera chuckles a twinkle in her purple eyes. "Exactly, though hopeful they will live more peaceful lives then their namesakes."

"Indeed my beloved. Though-" He pauses and steely determination enters his eyes."I will do all that is possible to ensure it."

Shaera lifts an eyebrow, and in an amused yet dangerously velvet soft voice asks "Oh and am I to be included in this most important endeavor?"

Jaehaerys smiles sheepishly and wisely states "Of course my beloved. I didn't mean to imply that you wouldn't. It is simply that you are so deeply nestled within my heart, that I tend to assume that where I am you are also."

She smiles and giggles a mischievous light in her eyes. "I know my love I am simply teasing. Besides, I love do so love to see you squirm."

The young father pouts the childish look entirely at odds with his regal face. "Shaaaeera! Don't tease me you know I always take you seriously!" Though he complains there is a happy glint in his eye.

"Somehow I think you'll survive." Shaera says, smiling smugly. They are interrupted as Rhaella starts to cry, the sound so loud and shrill that Harry (Aerea) can't help but cry too, his ears still sensitive.

"It seems our darling daughters must be hungry." Shaera states as she uncovers her breasts causing Aerea to cry even louder.

'NO! Nononono dear merlin! I'd rather starve to death than this! Death help! DEATH!' Harry can hear Death's rumbling voice in his mind. 'Don't worry Master from now until your mortal brain is developed enough to handle it, your past life will be contained separately for the most part.'

'THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT SOONER!' Death laughs and says 'Because I thought it would be funny, obviously.'

'Yo-you you arse!'

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245 A.C. - King's Landing

After the twins were fed, burped, and swaddled, the royal couple opened the door and called for the rest of the royal family to come meet the newest members of their family. Most of them had waited despite the late hour, and the many festivities tomorrow would likely have. Their son Aerys was in bed of course, him being only a year old.

The moment the door opened to the majority of the Targaryen House waiting in the siting room, just outside the couples bedchambers, Queen Betha Blackwood Targaryen, Matriarch of House

Targaryen and certified Badass Bitch, stroad in completely ignoring her son who had opened the door, her husband doing just the same a fond smile on his face at his wife's antics.

"Finally you two let your mother meet her new granddaughters, rather than hoarding them. So, what are you waiting for my little dragon? Introduce me." She said imperiously a smug smile on her face, and sitting rather gracefully on the seat by the bed, that Jaehaerys had put there, having anticipated this.

Shaera grinned at her mother and did as she bid her starting with the oldest of th twins. "This dear mother is Rhaella Targaryen, my little pearl, and this is Aerea Targaryen, my shard of dragonglass."

"Rhaella and Aerea eh?" Their eldest brother Duncan said as he too entered the room after giving his pouting younger brother a comforting pat on the shoulder with an amused and sympathetic smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "With those names I'm sure we'll have an eventful decade at the very least."

"That's what I'm hoping for." Shaera says a matching glint in her and her mothers eyes, causing her father King Aegon V or Aegon the Unlikely, to sigh tiredly, though lips twitched upward as though fighting a smile. "May the gods save us from women more terrifying than any man could ever hope to be." Aegon said, as everyones Favorite Gay Uncle Daeron Targaryen tm entered the room with a laugh. "Don't I know it! Olenna Redwyne is still glaring daggers at me, and though I can't prove it, a horse I left at Highgarden "Mysteriously" died only one month after Olenna moved there for preparations for her wedding to Luthor Tyrell." Everyone of the siblings in the room winced at the reminder of their broken betrothals, glancing warily at their parents as both of them made a sour face.

"Now now!" Duncan, the peacemaker and family favorite, hastily interrupted before an old argument could start again "Surely we can shelve such grievances at least for today? It is, after all, a day to celebrate!" A pointed look at Daeron had him sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He turned to his sister who was glaring at him "My apologies sister. I went through highgarden to get here and only just arrived, so it's still fresh on my mind. I didn't mean to taint such a blessed day."

Shaera's eyes softened quickly and she bade him come closer. "It's alright Daeron, and I am sorry to hear about your horse." She quickly changed the subject lest her parents start lecturing. "Now, come meet your nieces Rhaella and Aerea."

She handed him Aerea after a quick lesson on how to hold an infant, for Aerys was six months when he met him, and handed Rhaella to her mother causing her mother to immediately soften when faced with an adorable little raisin.

"Are all babes this tiny?" Daeron asked with awe in his eyes at the tiny babe in his arms. Betha was the one who answered, her having the most experience with children. "Nay, but twins tend

to be smaller. Your sister Rhaelle was about this small as well, though her birth was difficult, it took nearly two days for her to amerge. Twas why your father and I decided against having any more children."

Duncan, who was looking over his brothers shoulder at baby Aerea, then proceeded to put his foot in his mouth in a way that had both his father and his brother Jaehaerys cringing and looking away, likely due to past experience though neither would ever admit to such a thing. "She looks rather like a prune. Is that normal for babes?" Betha and Shaera glared quite fiersely, and even Daeron, who normally was quite oblivious but even he knew not to insult a ladys looks, looked at Duncan with both sympathy and exasperation.

"What did you say brother dear?" Shaera asked in a sickly sweet voice. "Yes, Duncan dear, would you care to repeat yourself?" Betha asked in exactly the same tone as her daughter, she was the one who taught her after all.

"N-No?" Duncan asked not knowing what he did wrong but recognizing that terrifying tone all the same.

"No? Are you asking or are you stating?" Shaera continued in a frigid tone.

"S-Stating? I-I'm Stating."

"I didn't teach you to stutter, Duncan." Betha chided tone cold and sweet, her face displaying Motherly Disappointmenttm

"I-Im sorry!" Ducan said bowing and then proceeded to run away. All the men in the room shivered as the women sighed, and then went back to their conversation as if nothing happened.

"This birth was much easier than I expected given how difficult Aerys' was." Shaera started "Though Aerys was quite a large babe according to Maester Merion."

"Quite true Aerys was just over nine pounds. The only one of you who was close was Duncan and he was still less than nine." Betha said as her husband moved to lean on the back of her chair to get a better look at Rhaella. "Plus the first is usually the most difficult." She finished then tilted her head to smile at Aegon, reading the exhaustion in his stance after a long day, it was after all nearly midnight.

"It is time we retire, there will be a long day of celebrations tomorrow after all." Betha stode and handed little Rhaella to her mother, pressing a kiss to Shaera's forehead before taking the arm her husband offered her and walking to the door. "Good night"

"Goodnight mother and father" the adult children echoed.

"I better do the same. It has been a long day on the road and I desperately need a bath" Daeron said before doing the same, causing his sister to scrunch her nose at the scent she could now smell at his proximity, and laugh. "You do." He snorted at her frankness before wishing them a good night.

"Good night Daemon" They echoed before he closed the door. They then did their absolutions before turning in for the night.

AN2: I am extremely sorry if I don't answer your comments or PMs as I have extreme social anxiety and am prone to panic attacks (plus autism and ADHD). As such I tend to avoid social interaction as much as possible. I still do appreciate your reviews and comments and I do read them. I just tend to hide in my room and curl up into the fetal position at the thought of actually answering them. I will however answer any questions you have here in the author notes if you would like me to as it gives me less anxiety PS: this fic is crossposted on FFN and wattpad