Chapter 7

Harry stood at the bow of his great galleon as it sailed into the bay of Pentos. It was the early morning and rays of sun parted the clouds and illuminated the city's great brick walls and towers.

All around him the former slaves were readying the ship to make port which Harry was very greatful for he had no clue how to do so and without them would likely have simply dropped the anchor in the bay and have to fly back and forth.

Slowly the ship docked and ropes were cast and tied and a gangway lowered.

"Before the port officials come I have things to discuss with you" Harry calls to the assembled sailors. "Anyone who wishes can leave and if you return before you leave you are guaranteed a position on this ship. However, before you disembark would someone please volunteer to be my translator? I am afraid I don't know valyrian and I would appreciate the help."

A squat man with graying sideburns walked forward. "I would be glad to assist sir. Joshamee Gibbs at your service."

"My thanks Mr.Gibbs you will be compensated however you wish.

"I wouldn't say no to some ale captain" Mr.Gibbs says shamelessly.

Harry chuckles "very well perhaps sometime in the future however I see the dockmaster approaching."

The dock master was a fat man in expensive silks and besides him walked several young boys who Harry suspected were likely slaves.

"Welcome to the free city of Pentos what is your business today great captain" the dockmaster inquires of Harry.

"Ah well I have come on very important business on behalf of the free city of Hardhome" Harry replies hoping that use of more familiar language would help get his point across.

"Free city of Hardhome? I am afraid I have never heard of such a city." The harbormaster says and Harry sees that he has a suspicious look on his face. Harry rushes to get the conversation back on track.

"Are city once trained with Pentos several centuries ago; however it was tragically consumed in a great fire. It is however being rebuilt and now I come to rebuild its trade ties."

Now a look of understanding appears on his face and a gleam of greed appears in his eyes which Harry for the first time in his life was thankful for.

"Ah Hardhome north of the wall yes yes I understand now. I admit many in Pentos will not remember the dealings between these two cities but I am a learned man." The harbormaster says with a pleased look on his face.

"I would be glad to assist you in your dealings in our city" the harbormaster promises Harry solemnly.

Harry had no doubt he would, the influence he gathered doing such would surely help whatever political goals he had Harry was uncomfortably reminded of minister Fudge. Although Fudge lime bowler and all at least dressed far better than this foul man.

"Of utmost Importance I hope to hire hundreds of experienced sailors to help sail our new fleet" Harry tells the man.

"Don't worry my friend the Lord of Light has blessed Pentos has blessed Pentos with many great sailors this shall be no Issue. Now come with me my friend. The docks are no place to discuss such important matters of trade. Let us retire to my offices and we shall discuss this further." The harbormaster says beginning to walk off the ship.

Harry quickly followed, accompanied by the venerable Gibbs and a few other of the sailors who had decided to stick with Harry.

Well Harry thought that went very well and was cautiously optimistic for the rest of the visit.

Harry's trip to Pentos had gone well so far he had met with many magisters giving promises, furs, and ivory and arranged favorable trade deals between the two cities. He had hired two captains and their ships to sail home with him as well as hiring all sailors who he could find around a hundred more sailors so far to be brought to Hardhome on his ships.

Harry knew that wouldn't be nearly enough to sail his fleet of hundreds of ships he planned on constructing. But he hoped they could train some of the free folk back home but if not Harry could always arrange for the hiring of more now that pentoshi ships will sail to Hardhome every month.

Harry had accomplished his goals and would have left Hardhome a few days ago but the harbormaster and the magister who's manse he was staying at both urged him to stay as a great gathering of leaders was to take place at the great Khal Drogo's manse.

Harry was not looking forward to the occasion. However he was an important political figure now and he couldn't pass up the connections. Which is why Harry stood in front of a conjured mirror getting ready for the evening's events.

I look ridiculous, Harry thought, staring at his reflection. Harry wanted to make an impression and show the great wealth of Hardhome but he was rather regretting it now staring at his reflection.

He was dressed similarly to Slughorn's Christmas party in a nice tailored three piece suit. However he also donned a cloak made of the pelt of a great snow bear he had killed himself.

The cloak was quite impressive and fit for a king but Harry thought it was a ridiculous extravagance. Although he supposed it fit the occasion as this party will surely be a ridiculous extravagance as well.

Well Harry thought turning away from the mirror at least there won't be any vampires there. Harry shuddered remembering the unnerving man sanguini that Slughorn had introduced him to.

leaving his quarters Harry met up with the magister and together they began to make their way to the manse of the great Khal Drogo.

They soon arrived and were let in by a bald man in a spiked cap that the magister informed him was a Unsullied and soon they were being announced to a courtyard full of dignitaries.

"Harry Potter Witch-Prince of Hardhome" the herald announced when Harry walked into the courtyard. "I suppose that was most likely Gibbs' fault" Harry mutters to himself. "Honestly Witch-Prince of Hardhome and The-Boy-Who-Lived, Where do they come up with these ridiculous titles?"

Harry hoped to make some favorable deals with Ibben and Bravosi merchants during this event. Harry had learned much about the two cities during his stay in Pentos and was very interested in trade with them do to there more northernly position closer to Hardhome and there lack of slaves.

Harry had been told that Pentos had no slaves many times however based on what he had seen that was a load of rubbish. But before making the rounds politicking Harry had to greet the Khal as this event was in his honor after all.

Harry recognized the Khal instantly; the descriptions were spot on; he was clothed in furs and leathers with an extremely long braid hung with bells. He was monstrously tall and beside Hagrid the tallest man he had ever seen.

Harry walked over to the Khal greeting many dignitaries from far off lands on the way. Soon he stood before the khal and addressed him politely.

"Greetings great Khal I wish you the best of luck in your upcoming nuptials"

A helpful translator repeated Harry's words in dothraki to the khal.

Drogo said a few words in dothraki before turning away.

The translator repeated Drogo's words hesitantly "The Khal says he has no time for ugly witches"

Harry was genuinely offended by the insult "ugly witch" really this man could really do with some manners.

Harry turned to the translator instructing him to translate for him again "tell the khal to watch who he calls a witch or he might find himself turned into a frog."

The translator repeated Harry's words in dothraki, visibly hesitant with sweat pouring down his face.

This time the Khal stared at Harry angrily saying many words in his guttural language.

"The Khal says to leave his sight or this will come to blows" the man translated.

"Very well I suppose that wouldn't be good for diplomacy" Harry says walking away going to talk to a Bravosi man he had met earlier.

An hour later after securing many trade deals Harry ducked into a cove to escape the noise and constant platitudes. And much like two years ago at Slughorn's party he found it already occupied.

A young woman stood on the other side of the cove. She looked a year or two younger than Harry and Harry was instantly struck by her beauty.

"Hi," Harry says quietly.

"Hi," she says, looking down at the ground.

"You're hiding from the party too?" Harry asks.

She nods looking up at him. "My name is Daenerys Targareyn," she introduces herself.

"Harry Potter," Harry says, holding his hand out.

She takes it hesitantly and shakes it.

"So I suppose you're the bride?" Harry asks.

"Yes" she replies meekly and Harry doesn't think she is too happy about it.

"And why are you at this party?" Daenerys asks.

"I am from a city north of the wall in Westeros, I came to Pentos to hire as many sailors as I could and got roped into attending this event. I will be leaving tomorrow morning" Harry tells her.

"Well it was good meeting you" Daenerys says.

"Likewise" Harry says before heading back into the party. He doesn't stay much longer returning to the manse. He only stayed the night and by midday he and his party had sailed away.

Daenerys 1

Daenerys lay in her bed at Illyrio's manse shrouded in darkness. It was early morning and she hadn't slept at all last night.

The thought of marrying Khal Drogo scared her to her very core; she had always assumed she would marry Vuserys but marrying the Khal seemed like an even more terrible thing.

His eyes scared her, they were cruel and promised that he had slayed countless men. That the same ruthlessness could be turned towards her. She thought back to the man that she met at the party Harry Potter. His eyes were kind and looked at her with such pity after learning she was to be Drogo's bride. He seemed the only one who understood her terrible position.

Illyrio Mopatis and his servants may sing different tales instead being about Drogos great wealth and power but She doesn't want to be his queen; She just wanted to go home wherever that will be after today she didn't know.

Daenerys thought about what Harry had told her he was hiring all available and was leaving tomorrow morning she wished she could go with him. She had always liked sailing and the idea of returning to Westeros lighted something inside her. It would be a dream come true.

And then a thought occurred to her: why shouldn't she sail with him? She hardly cared what Viserys wanted he was willing to let her get raped by 40 thousand men and there horses he told her that himself.

She had always wanted to be a sailor to be a simple girl with no worry over forced marriages,or assassins sent by distant kings. And today everything lined up she could make it reality.

Her Mind made up, Daenerys rushed through her room dressing in several rough tunics that disguised herself not just as a peasant but also hopefully as a boy she had heard girls weren't sailors.

She hid her long silver hair in a hood and packed a bag with what few possessions she had, stuffing whatever silverware she could find in her room as well, hoping that it might buy her whatever she needed.

After she was finished packing she made a rope out of her bed sheets tying it to the corner of her bed and throwing it out the window.

As dawn broke above pentos Daenerys finished climbing down the wall unnoticed by the sleeping populace and began walking to the port hopefully without attracting any attention.

By the time Daenerys reached the harbor the city was beginning to come too life and all manner of people were bustling through the streets. Receiving directions from a helpful old lady selling clams she made her way over to the ships sailing to Hardhome.

A squat man stood in front of the tallest one crying out in low Valyrian that all sailors were welcome and that The Witch-Prince of Hardhome would pay them handsomely.

She walked over to the man and asked her questions in a fake deep voice hoping that he wouldn't see through her ruse "I heard you wanted sailors. I don't know how to sail but I would be a cabin boy If you would have me" The man thought about it for awhile before responding "Aye that could work whats your name lad"

"Willem" Daenerys replied thinking about the first name that came to mind.

"Welcome aboard the red pearl Willem, the name is Gibbs, come with me and I'll show you to your hammock."

Daenerys nodded following along, Inwardly jumping for joy she had escaped Viserys and Drogo and in one fell swoop achieved her dream of being a sailor she thought this might just be the best day of her life.

That night she slept soundly In her hammock, unknowing and uncaring of the havoc she had caused in Pentos when the bride didn't show up to the wedding and reaction caused in the ill tempered Khal.