The Targaryen Siblings

Prologue

Summary - Harry is reborn as the first daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell. Rhaegar Targaryen and Layaana Stark had a son. Ned Stark found her and raised her and his nephew in Winterfell. What happens when the siblings form a strange bond and fall in love? Nothing is as easy as it seems! Female Harry/Jon Snow. Incest.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and The Game of Thrones. They belong to their respective authors. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN: In my story, Rhaegar and Elia had twins, a son and then a daughter, who were 6 months old when Robert's Rebellion happened.

I would like to apologize for any mistakes in advance as I do not have a beta. I would request you to please do not copy this story.

Prologue

Harry frowned, noticing her surrounding as soon as her eyes opened. Everything around was blindingly white. She touched her face and blinked because she wasn't wearing her glasses anymore. She stood up and looked around, feeling confused. She was in a wide-open space that was bright and clean, a hall larger by far than the Great Hall, with a clear, domed glass ceiling. It was quite empty. Harry hadn't seen the curse colliding with her, but she certainly knew that she was dead. What was this place? The afterlife? She'd hoped she would see her parents or Sirius once she was dead, but there was nothing and no one around.

"My beautiful girl." A voice echoed, startling her and she turned around to find a man standing not far from her.

Instinctively, her hand went to her back pocket for her wand, only to find it missing, suddenly making her realise that she was dead. The man was ridiculously beautiful, more so than any veela she'd ever seen. There simply wasn't another word for him. Tall and elegant with soft lilac eyes and long silver tresses that made Harry's cheeks burn with embarrassment at her appearance.

'If she was dead, then surely this would be an angel', she mused, feeling foolish for her thoughts.

But the suspicion in her mind didn't waver as she eyed the man warily and asked, "Who are you?"

"Names doesn't hold power here," the man looked around and stated, "…as they do in our worlds."

Harry cocked her head, feeling confused as the man whispered with a sigh, "My name is Rhaegar and I am your father."

She had to blink at that because that wasn't true. So, she asked slowly, "I'm sorry. What?"

"I'm worthy and I've let you and your brother down… I don't think an apology is enough. What you've suffered… and you will…"

The man continued speaking, but Harry couldn't take it anymore. The man wasn't making any sense. What the hell did he mean 'her brother'? She snapped furiously, "My father was James Potter and you're not him!"

The man's weirdly lilac eyes looked at her with melancholy as he said, "I'll always regret that I wasn't there to protect you or your brother."

"My what?" She gasped aloud, staring at the man who was positively barmy. Was he a death eater? Were they playing some kind of sick game with her?

The man smiled at her softly and whispered, "The fate works in mysterious ways and yours is yet to be fulfilled, dear child."

Panic filled her when she heard those words. She'd faced her death thinking that it would weaken Voldemort and one of her friends would be able to kill him. But what if she was wrong? Despite herself, she asked, "Does that mean Voldemort isn't dead?"

"He is." The man said, making her slump with relief, before adding proudly, "You quite possibly are going to be one of the bravest women in the Seven Kingdoms."

Again – WTF was Seven Kingdoms? Harry tried to calm herself and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm sure you're mistaking me for someone else. I don't have a brother and you're not my father."

Instead of answering her, the man stated cryptically, "The dragon has three heads and only together, will they be able to end the long night."

The way he said it, reminded her of Dumbledore and Harry's heart fell. She wasn't sure what the mad man meant, but it didn't sound good. She eyed him distrustfully, suddenly feeling unsure whether she was dead or not? If she'd been dead – truly dead, she'd have met either her parents or Sirius, Harry was sure of it.

As if reading her thoughts, the man asked, "The concept of death is subjective, don't you think?"

Now, Harry downright glared at him as her mind ran numerous scenarios. If she wasn't dead, then where was she? It looked like a hall, far bigger than the Great Hall, but she didn't recognise it. The man was surely a death eater? He didn't look deranged like the one's she'd seen, but he could very well be a pureblood like the Malfoy's. They nearly had the same hair! The nonsense she was sprouting was too much. If she wasn't dead, then…

Her voice was cold as she asked, "Where's my wand?"

Much to her frustration, the man smiled again as he muttered, "It will come to you when you're ready, my Princess."

After this, Harry didn't bother asking anything. The man was here to torture her, she was sure of it. She didn't have her wand and wasn't even sure where she was in the first place. She slumped as all-consuming grief hit her. At the moment, she didn't care if she was dead or not! All she wanted to know was whether her friends were safe or not! Hermione and Ron. Neville. Luna. The Weasley's. What about Teddy? She was his godmother and she hadn't even seen him once! Now, with both Remus and Tonks… gone, he was her responsibility. Would she ever see him again? Any of her friends?

"You will. Someday." Again, he answered her thoughts.

'It wasn't ominous at all.' She scowled.

"The times will be tough and you will feel lost, but remember, sweet child, you're not alone. Your loved ones, your family will always stand by your side." The man told her and before Harry could even understand what was happening, he took a step closer and pressed his lips to her forehead tenderly.

She froze with shock. The way he kissed her forehead, made her feel like she was something precious… which was utterly preposterous! She didn't know this man! The question rose again – 'Who was this man? A fragment of her imagination?'

Feeling perplexed, she looked at him and asked, "Is this a dream?"

The man gave her a blinding smile and whispered conspiratorially, "Of course, it's a dream, Rhaenys, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

'What exactly did that mean? And who was Rhaenys?'

Before she could question her thoughts, the man faded away and Harry was left frustrated. The white mist encompassed her and before she could think further, her world faded away.

283 AC

He hadn't thought this would be the outcome of his betrayal. With Rhaegar killed by Robert in the battle of Trident and now the Mad King gone as well, his father had ordered the deaths of all the living Targaryen's.

The few times he'd met Rhaegar, the prince had been kind and humble, which was why the news of him kidnapping and raping Layanna Stark came as a shock. 'Apparently, desire for a woman could bring out the true side of a man, especially if one was a Targaryen and the Mad King's son.' Jamie thought bemused.

His decision was based solely on the fact that the Princess of Drone and her children were innocent and he was the reason they weren't safe anymore. The King would've burned the city along with its people, but Rhaegar's family was innocent and it was still his duty to protect them.

Overpowering the child's mother was easy as she fainted after a simple blow to the head with the hilt of his sword. If possible, he needed to save Princess Elia and her children. Without thinking further, he picked the little girl, who must be the same age as the twins. The babe looked up at him with bright blue eyes and he swallowed the guilt that threatened to overwhelm him. The disappearance of one Targaryen babe would be better than two.

Despite the colour of their eyes being identical to Rhaegar's, Aegon had little tufts of silver hair, but his sister had inherited her mother's dark hair.

At this point, he wasn't sure who wanted the blood of the Targaryen's more – his or Robert, but he knew that none of them would sit still until they ended Rhaegar's line. Which was why, he needed the babe to replace Rhaenys, because finding another child with silver hair in King's Landing wasn't possible. Jamie hoped that killing even one of Rhaegar's children would satisfy their thirst for blood, even if it was the girl and not the boy.

He took the babe to the twin's chamber through the secret passage, knowing that Clegane along with his father's men were already here. As soon as he opened the door, rushing towards the twin's cot, his eyes widened with panic. The princess was sleeping peacefully, but the boy was nowhere to be found.

Thankfully, both the babes didn't wake from their slumber as he placed the blue-eyed girl in the cot and picked Rhaenys hurriedly, hoping that no one would bother looking at the eyes. He needed to find Elia and Aegon, so he could take them to safety. He covered the girl in his arms and was nearing Elia's chamber when he heard a child's wail, followed by a sickening crack. The child's sound died abruptly, but Elia's screams were enough for him to know that he'd been too late.

For a moment, he closed his eyes at the anguish he felt and his grip on the babe tightened. As if sensing her brother's loss or listening to her mother's tortured and pained screams, the girl in his arms opened her lilac eyes and scrunched her nose, even as her eyes started filling with tears. Now, Jaime felt dread filling his chest as the babe let out a hiccup, which was undoubtedly about to become louder. He covered her mouth with his fingers to stop the sounds from escaping, which proved to be an extremely difficult feat in itself, as he rushed towards the secret passage. Once out of the Red Keep, he took his horse and rode towards the boats, again hoping that he might be able to find someone, who could take the babe to Dorne. With a pouch full of gold and promise for more from a Lannister, one would deliver the cargo and a letter for the prince of Drone, where she would be undoubtedly protected.

But this time, his luck failed because he saw Ned Stark along with his men ready to leave for Winterfell. He was surprised that the man wasn't staying by Robert's side, but he imagined losing not only his sister but father and brother in such a brutal way couldn't have been easy.

He stayed far even as he kept his eyes on Stark, wondering what to do, when one of his men, looked his way before his eyes narrowed. He muttered something to Stark, who narrowed his eyes at him. He looked down at the girl and muttered a curse. Jumping down from his horse, making sure none of them would notice, he placed the girl in one of the wicker baskets lying in the corner. Covering her with her blanket, he swiftly walked down the stairs, to have a 'talk' with Stark.

The next few moments were spent taunting Stark and the northern's, where they certainly wanted to kill him, but the honourable Stark again stopped them. They left not long after and he rushed back to the corner where he had hidden the girl, only to find it empty. He looked around, but no one knew about the child and his heart filled with sorrow, unsure whether someone had taken her back to the Red Keep or was she in one of the two boats that were headed for Winterfell and Bravos.

It seemed, despite his effort, the girl was left to her fate and the mercy of others around her.

Ned stared wide-eyed at the babe that had been placed in front of him with wide eyes. He met Reed's eyes, which held the same questions as his – 'Is that Rhaegar's daughter?'

Even though her lilac eyes, which were identical to the ones Targaryen's were famous for, were a dead give-away; what assured them was the sigil of House Targaryen, a three-headed dragon, embellished on the blanket she had been wrapped in.

He had heard that the mountain had murdered the Princess and both the twins, but he hadn't approved of murdering innocent women and children. So, he hadn't waited, more focused on finding Lyanna, now that he knew where she was being kept.

Ned turned to look at the King's Landing, which was growing smaller the farther they moved. He shared a look with Howland, who was still trying to process that somehow, someone saved Rhaegar's girl and now, she was sleeping in front of their eyes.

Reed pointed towards the babe and asked, "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know, but we can't take her back to King's Landing," Ned said. The meaning behind his words was clear – 'Either Robert or Tywin would kill her.'

Reed asked angrily, "Why? After what they did…"

Ned didn't let him complete and stated firmly, "A child is not punishable for her family's crimes."

Reed didn't seem happy, but for now, chose to stay quiet. Meanwhile, the only questions running through Ned's mind was being – 'Who saved her and why did they leave her in the food baskets that were being loaded on their ships?'

"Do you know who this child is?" Howland asked, much to Ned's surprise.

Arthur Dayne looked at him confused, so Reed added, "One of Rhaegar's children."

Arthur narrowed his eyes suspiciously and said, "You're lying.

"No. Elia and one of the twins were killed," Eddard told him seriously. "This is the last living heir of Rhaegar."

The anger that filled Arthur's eyes was evident as his grip tightened on both his swords.

Ned didn't want another fight. He just wanted to take his sister home and he knew the man standing in front of him would kill anyone to protect Rhaegar and now, his child. He would take care of the babe and Ned would take Layanna back. So, he said, "You let my sister go in exchange for the child."

Dayne looked him in the eyes and stated, "I wish you good fortune in the wars to come."

He raced inside, only to find that Lyanna was dying from childbirth, after having given birth to her and Rhaegar's child.

'A son.'

Rhaegar hadn't kidnapped his sister. He and Layanna had fallen in love and she'd eloped with the prince with her own free will. Ned took a ragged breath as he thought about Princess Elia and Aegon, who were murdered because of a lie. And the babe – Rhaenys Targaryen, who was doomed to suffer because of the mistakes her father made. If only Rhaegar and Layanna would've told them the truth – thousands of lives could've been spared.

He looked down and saw that the child had Lyanna's grey eyes, but Targaryen silver hair and he closed his eyes tiredly. Ned grimaced at the name – 'Aegon'. But despite his anger and disappointment, promised Layanna to keep her son safe. He also vowed to protect another Targaryen child, who was just as innocent as his nephew.

Other than him, the only one to know the truth of both the babes was Howland Reed, who also vowed to keep their identity hidden from everyone.