Hello folks. I am now writing a new story and have decided to write it in English to brush up my English skills a bit. It's a story that came into my head when I watched the House of the Dragon series. In my opinion, Alicent Hightower and Rhaenyra Targaryen were played very well by the young actresses. Then I thought about what would happen if Harry Potter came into her life. Can a wizard stop the dragon dance or will he die trying? I was inspired by several other stories in writing this story. I can't list all the good stories I've read. Above all, the stories "The Peverell Legacy" and "Swords and Roses" by Sage1988 can be seen as an inspiration. I corrected the first chapter with Grammarly. There will probably still be some bugs.

Harry stared at the Elder Wand, holding it tightly in his hands. The battle for Hogwarts was over and this humble wand was his prize. His family for a wand. What irony.

Legends say that this was the most powerful wand in existence. Harry couldn't believe this nonsense. He had studied wand making in the library late into the night and had come to a conclusion that many wizards would dismiss as blasphemy towards magic. It wasn't the wand that mattered. This one didn't matter. They were just tools. Yes, some resonated with the caster better than others, but in the end, only the caster mattered. The wizard had to be powerful to wield a "powerful" wand, not the other way around.

Power was all that mattered to Harry when he lived under his relative's stairs. He always wanted to be free from all the constraints of society and power gave him that opportunity. Harry quickly realized during his childhood that his imprisonment under the stairs was caused by his own weakness and his dependence on the Dursleys, as well as his uncle's accomplishments. So power in whatever form had to be freedom. Knowledge was power, as was well known, and so was power with the wealth that came with it, but he had neither. He didn't have the means to be wealthy, nor strong enough to fetch it. So, he had to become powerful in the only way he could, and that was through knowledge.

So, Harry stayed at school until late afternoon every day and read. He told his relatives that he was in detention because of his behavior and poor grades. His relatives quickly believed the lie and he was able to study as much as he wanted. First, he threw himself into English and math so he could understand the other areas. After that, he studied physics, history, biology, business administration, chemistry, and many other important subjects. He delved into every subject he found books on. At first, he didn't understand everything, but he learned it until he understood everything. Harry didn't show this knowledge to anyone. Because knowledge was power and hidden knowledge made you even more powerful.

At eleven he discovered the magical world. A place of wonder and bigotry. He was amazed by the secret society and how twisted it was. With so many miracles just a wand flick away and the arrogance of the leaders to rival that of the Muggles, Harry found it amazing that they did no better, or perhaps worse, than them. They looked down on Muggles but followed the same instincts and stupidities. The magical world stagnated. While the muggle world was driven by greed to produce ever better machines and ever more money, the wizarding world stagnated. New products were rarely developed, and these were mostly suppressed by monopolistic corporations and the magical government. Progress dreaded the purebloods of old. Everything should stay as it was. Nothing new because something could change. So, it was not surprising that there was no economic or social change and the magical world was still standing in the 16th century.

The root of all evil was Hogwarts. Their worldview was as separate as society raised them. Many pure and half-bloods still believed that they were superior to muggles. The Muggle Studies and History classes were last renewed a hundred years ago, so they were well out of date. Thus, magical society was unaware that it was stagnant and any voice that spoke otherwise was denounced and suppressed. Because of this, hundreds of muggle-borns left the wizarding world every year and worked in low-paying jobs. Since they never got a proper school-leaving certificate, they had no other chance.

The Sorting Hat let him decide for himself which house was best for him, but in the end he settled on Ravenclaw. At Hogwarts he studied with the same enthusiasm as before, getting first place in every class. Now he didn't have to hold himself back from angering his uncle. He also had some adventures at Hogwarts. This is how he saved Hermione Granger from the troll and the philosopher's stone in first year. Defeated the basilisk and saved Ginny Weasley in his second year and his godfather in the third. Befriended Daphne Greengrass by sophomore year and started dating her by the fourth year. In the end, he wasn't strong enough to prevent Voldemort's resurrection, but he managed to capture Peter Pettigrew, exonerating his godfather. Despite Pettigrew's confession that he helped raise Voldemort, the matter was swept under the rug and Harry was declared insane. In the fifth year, he found that he had to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes before Voldemort could finally be defeated.

Hunting down the Horcruxes with Daphne and Hermione was anything but easy. Stealing the necklace from Umbridge House was easy, as was breaking into Gringotts by bribing several goblins. The tiara was quickly found in the Room of Requirement, only Nagini didn't want to be caught. After examining Dumbledore's memories, he found that he himself was a Horcrux and should therefore die.

Now Harry was also aware of the many incidents. Dumbledore tried to kill him but couldn't do it directly as he made it look like an accident. Harry couldn't allow his own death. Since his mother had already saved him from death once before, he was looking for a way to do the same again.

He went to Godric Hollow and there, hidden under strong enchantments, he found the records of his parents. Dozens of books filled with ideas, spells, potions, rune arrays and theories about magic. When his parents went into hiding they were still good magicians, but it seemed the isolation changed them a bit. His father, first a great hater of black magic, developed a curse that would summon a selected body part or organ from the body of the hit, sealing everything in such a way that the person survived.

This spell was the reason why many Death Eaters had only one child or no children at all. James had robbed them of their genitals. The magic that made his life possible required body parts and one soul from 12 magicians. It was darker than dark, but Harry used it one more time to regain immunity to the Killing Curse. This time he removed both of the wizards' kidneys and the spleen. He only needed one kidney, but Harry gave that immunity to Daphne and Hermione as well. Unfortunately, the Death Eaters died a few weeks after their organs were removed and no wizard could explain it.

Just before they were about to set a trap for Nagini and thus destroy the last Hocrux apart from Harry, they received a new message that startled them. Voldemort tried to summon demons. Thankfully, members of his family helped drive the last demons off Earth centuries ago, so they knew information on how to fight them and were able to further strengthen the barrier. This meant that the demons could not escape and were stranded on earth.

Hermione and Daphne followed him into the fight against Voldemort and Hermione was bitten by Nagini while Daphne was crushed by a beam. What an irony. You were immune to one of the most powerful spells and still got killed. However, Hermione took the ugly snake with her to her death. When Nagini died, Tom was furious. He threw curses like they were candy. Harry dodged all but the one because he wanted to. A Killing Curse. Harry allowed himself to be hit by the Killing Curse, which was immediately reflected back onto Voldemort. Tom wailed as his body slowly dissolved, but no one moved. The Death Eaters, held back by tradition, did not interfere in the duel and the others just watched with relish as one of the darkest wizards simply vanished. When the body was gone, the Death Eaters ran for their lives. However, Harry only took the Elder Wand and Hermione's body and went to Daphne's elder to bury her as well.

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass, and many, many more. All deaths. Taken from this corrupt world, which would not change after this war either. People were too narrow-minded, and Harry suspected that another war like this would happen in a few decades. Harry was sick of this cursed world. There was nobody here who was important to him. They were all dead. He would go to the muggle world or exile. Far away from these people who had brought him so much suffering. He still had enough money for a nice life.

But first, he wanted to take care of his prize, the Elder Wand. Harry grabbed both ends of the staff and slowly bent it. The wood cracked, a crack ran through the staff, and then everything in the world went black.

-Kiss-of-Dragon-

The first feeling that came back to him after everything went black was cold. His whole body was cold. Colder than he thought possible. The cold was so pervasive that he didn't even feel that he was wet or that he was naked except for his coat. His coat seemed to miraculously cover his body a little. Harry slowly opened his eyes, it was light and he had to blink. It was as if he had just woken up from his worst nightmare to be stuck in another. He got to his feet slowly, blinking a little and trying not to fall through the snow. His body shook with both cold and exertion.

He rolled over to protect his body from the snow. He wrapped himself in the cloak, which offered more protection than expected. But what else could you expect from a Deathly Hallows.

Harry looked around, his eyes slowly getting used to the bright light. He was lying in a clearing full of deciduous trees. The sun was shining, and the snow glistened in the sunlight. Not a cloud clouded the day.

Nearby he found the two pieces of the Elder Wand, along with the Resurrection Stone. Harry picked both up and immediately felt a little more confident, despite still being without a working wand. Inwardly, he wanted clothes more than those damn clothes, but he couldn't have everything.

He heard a low growl behind him. Then the snow crunched under a heavy load. Without thinking much, Harry rolled over. There was now a large wolf where it had been only a few seconds before. The wolf turned to its prey and stalked toward it, growling.

Harry panicked. Without thinking much, he made a sweeping gesture with his left hand. The wolf immediately flew a few meters away from him. Harry felt tired, so tired. But he couldn't sleep now. The wolf came running towards him. Harry grabbed one end of the Elder Wand and waited for the wolf to get close enough. She threw herself on him and they both fell over. Harry grabbed the wolf by the neck to stop it from mauling him. He waved his staff wildly and stabbed the wolf in the right eye. The wolf began to whimper as blood gushed from the wound. The animal fought for its life, but it grew weaker and weaker until it just collapsed.

He pushed the animal away and wiped the animal's bodily fluids off its face. At that moment he noticed that a man on a horse was approaching.

"Are you armed, boy?" the man called as he cautiously rode closer. Now Harry could see the man. The man had a black beard and hair of the same color that reached his shoulders. He appeared to be no more than 18 and Harry couldn't make out what his face looked like from the distance. Dressed in furs and mail, a sword strapped to his saddle ready for action, the man appeared very menacing. Harry stared at the man who was now only a few feet away from him.

Mail and pelts Harry thought, nobody wears mail or pelts anymore, not even the most backward of wizards wore them, except for decoration.

"Are you deaf, boy?" Now the man yelled, and Harry shook his head in response.

"I'm unarmed," he said, then explained, "Unless you count that broken stick." He held out the broken wand to the man.

"Well, isn't that a sight? Old Walder here-' Harry didn't think this man was old, but he kept his mouth shut. "-is riding on one of his daily patrols and finds a little skinny boy. Naked fighting a wolf. Naked in the middle of winter. Naked," he pointed out again, and Harry shivered from the cold.

"I got robbed," Harry replied. Possibly the best excuse he could think of.

"Aye, robbed you say. So, So. Took all but a thin cloak, what cruel robbers met them, Leaving them so naked in winter. Would have been more merciful if they had just killed you than left you out here in the cold." Harry recognized an odd term in what he said. a winter?

"I had to beg for that coat." Harry agreed. The bearded man first looked at the wolf, then at his staff, and finally at the resurrection stone. As he caught sight of the stone, he straightened in his saddle and narrowed his eyes.

"Give me the stone, you don't need it anymore," the man said, pointing at the stone with his sword. Harry shifted his weight and took a defensive stance toward the man he was eyeing critically.

"This stone is of no use to you. You can sell him, but he's cursed. You could get a decent price. Sure, but they'll never know how cheap you really sold it and what the consequences of that are." Harry answered firmly at the man's request.

"Oh really? But I still have more if I sell it than before, or is that not true? It seems I have little to lose, and this curse is just humbug."

"Except for her life, you'll lose that for sure," Harry replied with more confidence than he had in his body. Harry had learned over the past few months that wands were only needed for fine and difficult spells. The wand had become a crutch for the past few centuries for those not powerful or willing enough to learn magic without focus. It was possible to cast without focus, but difficult. Harry himself had great trouble finding the knowledge to use wandless magic at first, as the Ministry had banned those books. It was hard to learn wandless magic, he himself could only do the simplest spells and only one would help him in this situation. On the other hand, he still preferred having a wand. Many forms of magic were very difficult, if not impossible, to learn without a wand.

"So be it then." The man urged his horse forward, intending to simply trample Harry over. The horse was slow in the snow, but slowly picking up speed. Harry spread both his arms and as the man raised his sword, Harry clapped his hands. A loud pop was heard as the air between Harry's hands exploded toward the man. The horse reared at the bang and was then stopped by the air. The man fell out of his saddle and the horse ran away. Harry cautiously approached the man. His body was still severely drained from the magic he had used. This spell, invented centuries ago by one of his ancestors to neutralize a hail of arrows, had once again saved his life. It was a simple if draining wandless spell, crude but effective.

The man lay panting on the floor, moving only a little. It appeared the man had landed on a rock and fractured his spine, possibly several ribs judging from his breathing. Harry quickly grabbed the man's sword and moved out of reach of his hands.

"It seems they were right, boy. I have no feeling in my legs and its winter. I won't make it anymore." The man coughed hard, and blood spurted out of his mouth. A rib appeared to have pierced his lungs. Harry walked over and picked up his stone, only to quickly walk away. "I should have known better. A naked boy in the worst of winter? Of course, it's some kind of demon that wanders so naked in winter."

"I'm not a demon, I'm just a man who can do things they can't do. I was born with this gift." Harry approached the man, sword in hand. "It seems you now have a choice as to what happens next. say. If I could save them, what would they do?"

"You can save me?" the man asked incredulously, but there was no hope in his voice.

"Yes, I could try. I've done something similar before, but the injuries there weren't quite as bad as they were. But if I don't try, they'll surely die, that's for sure." It was getting colder, and Harry had to snuggle even closer into his coat to keep from freezing to death. He could try casting a warming spell on himself, but he didn't dare as he'd never managed to cast one without a staff.

"If they save me, then I will be their man. I won't become her slave, but I will help you until I've paid off my debt." The man sounded very sincere, and Harry chose to believe him.

"Well, then... Was it Walder? Let's start this now." Harry took the Resurrection Stone in his right hand and held his hand directly over Walder's chest. He closed his eyes and focused on his magic core. He slowly drew a little magic from his core, channelled it down his arm into his right hand and then carefully into the stone. The stone didn't seem to repel its magic and slowly Harry tested it. It worked as he had hoped. He could use the stone as a focus for his magic, although it was very unwieldy. He gently poured his magic into the man's body. First, he turned his attention to the man's chest, then to his spine.

As he suspected, a rib had lodged in his left lung. Since this injury was the most dangerous, he repaired it first. At first, it didn't want to work, but slowly he found his instincts again and one injury after the other was eliminated.

When everything was ready, Harry collapsed back into the snow and had to rest for a moment. First the fight with Voldemort, then the attack by the wolf, and now this experimental cure. Though powerful, his magic core also had limitations and could not be drained. Walder sat up and twisted his body. Everything seemed to be working and he was breathing normally again.

"You saved me," he whispered softly, looking at Harry in shock.

"It's like I said. The stone is much better off in my hands. You would have sold it way too cheaply." Harry replied, turning the stone in his hands thoughtfully.

"So if you're not a demon, then what are you? A nymph? An avatar of the seven?" the man asked, but Harry couldn't relate to the drivel.

"A human like I said before, except that I have a few talents. See, if you don't want to stay, just give me clothes and food as payment and point me in the direction of the nearest town." Harry said, getting annoyed with the superstitious man. He suspected the man was a muggle and had lived a very sheltered life.

"No, no, I will atone for my debt that I received under the eyes of the seven. This is not something that can be settled so easily. Besides, they can do things that are beneficial to me." The man grinned at Harry, who was amazed at the man's dental health. Walter then walked to his horse, which had stolen away during the fight. "The important things first. You'll want something to wear in this weather, I'm sure." Harry was inclined to agree and cautiously followed the man. "What do you really want?", the man asked again.

"I think I need to figure out where I am first, and then I can try to find a way home." Walder's horse shied as they approached, but Walder was able to quickly regain control of the horse by firmly grabbing the pulled the bridle and stroked the horse's flank.

"Yes, I can help you with that. I have some maps with me to help me navigate the patrol. Old Qoherys' firstborn was killed by some bandits a week ago and now he's paying us to find those bastards here in the middle of winter and bring them to justice. Bloody winter, it's been going on way too long for my liking." Harry didn't know what was so special about winter, but he kept his tongue out.

"This is the last area of the forest I should search. You didn't happen to see some thieves, did you?" Harry shook his head quickly. "Well it doesn't matter, I'll still get paid." Walder pulled some clothes out of the saddlebags and tossed them to Harry. They were too big and little more than rags, but Harry cast a warming spell on them with the stone and pulled them on. Shortly thereafter, Walder came back with several cards and gave them to Harry.

The first showed a large lake surrounded by a large forest. There were two small villages nearby that Harry had never heard of before. Walder pointed to a spot in the forest that was presumably where they were at the moment. The area was called the Riverlands and appeared to be in the middle of the continent. Harry then consulted some other maps and was faced with a landmass he didn't recognize.

"What year is it?" he asked, staring spellbound at the mysterious cards.

"90, why?" Harry shook his head, looking straight at the map. The Elder Wand had brought him to this place. Far away from home. There was no continent like this on earth. Here he was, with no food, no money, and no wand. In a new world he didn't know. He had the Deathly Hallows, but they availed him little in such a desolate world. A ray of light remained for him. The people here seemed to speak English. There were therefore no problems of understanding for him. He sat pondering for some time, Walder quietly watching him, and Harry then came to a conclusion he wasn't expecting. With Voldemort defeated and most of his family dead, he didn't have much to look forward to on Earth at all.

Here he could only be Harry. Nobody knew him. It didn't matter what he did or didn't do. Here he was free from all responsibilities. Free to choose what he wanted, and maybe there were advantages to living in a world where magic didn't exist. Harry smiled for the first time in a long time.

"Walder, I think I'm going to like it here." Harry then looked steadily at the man who was looking for him. "Is it just Walder? No last name?"

"How do I look, boy? Like a good-for-nothing gentleman with a beautiful fantasy castle and lands?" Harry suspected he still had a lot to learn about his new life. "What's your name, boy."

"Harry." He looked at the stone in his hand and decided that maybe Potter wasn't right for this world. "Harry Peverell."

"Never heard of a Peverell in my life." Walder seemed to think about her for a moment. "No, never heard of anyone."

"We were a small family up north. Don't think there's a mention of us in a book. We fell in a tough time and then everything was lost in a big attack." Harry did his best, sounding sad about his self-concocted family history. "We tried to hide because we... have special abilities. But people finally gave us away."

"Yes." Walder nodded in agreement. "People do. So you have a family motto?" Harry paused, trying to understand what Walter meant. He looked as sad as possible to cover his confusion at the question. But then he realized what Walter meant.

"We are the dead." Then Harry drew the symbol for the Deathly Hallows in the snow, a circle with a triangle bisected by a line.

"Sounds about right for a northern family." Walder then got up and turned to his horse. "Well little naked sir, we'd be best off walking. It'll be dark soon and even with your talents I have no wish to be here when it starts to snow." Harry agreed and they both mounted the horse.

So it was that the Peverell family was reborn. They would shake the continents and change the Game of Thrones forever.