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Harry's memories and knowledge he had gained in his past lives started coming back to him around the time Joffrey was born. He knew that the things he thought and the logic that went on in his mind was different from before, with his subconsciousness bringing in his way of thinking in the past. He couldn't quite place the reason for why he thought like he did; but things simply made sense to him on a deeper level.

Starting from Joffrey's birth, he started to dedicate more time with the maesters in an attempt to gain more knowledge of the world around him.

His mother thought it was Harry's childish way of trying to help become a better brother for Joffrey, and Robert thought it was simply a phase.

Speaking of Joffrey, oh by the hells, Cersei knew very well that the blonde boy wasn't Robert's son.

He was the result of her drunken and angry late nights with her twin. She really had to keep him away from her lest something like this should happen again.

And yet, she had thought, her heart soft with love, our baby is simply beautiful.

"Mother?" A voice called from the doorway.

With a look towards the young boy, she let out a smile that nobody apart from her children had ever had the honor to receive. She dismissed the guard behind him and her handmaidens that stood waiting in the room. With a gesturing hand from his mother beckoning him, he slipped through the door and bounced over to the sleeping babe in his mother's arms.

As the others left the queen's chambers, "Hush now, Harry. We mustn't wake your brother." She gently reminded him before placing a kiss on his fine, silky hair.

"When will he be able to play with me, mother?" He asked in a quiet manner, ghosting his hands over the gold locks that lay against Joff's head.

With a quiet laugh, she replied, "I fear it's going to be quite a while until he can run around. He's but two moons old."

"I heard it takes around ten to fifteen moons till a baby can start walking properly." Harry noted absentmindedly. "And they usually start talking properly by their second name day."

With a laugh, she told Harry, "You're a queer lad, knowing all this information." At Harry's affronted look at being called queer, she added, "But I am glad that I have such a knowledgeable young son who is so willing to help be a brother to Joffrey."

Grinning the bashful grin for which he was so popular for at court, he hid his face in his seated mother's neck-

Which woke the sleeping form.

The babe started whimpering and grasping out for something. Before Harry could think twice, he reached out towards Joffrey.

The babe's hand met with Harry's and the babe held on to the older boy's index finger like it was a lifeline.

He's so small, Harry thought wondrously. His hands were a third of that of Harry's own; and Harry's was already small enough. It was amazing how something could be so delicate.

"He likes you." Cersei told the Harry after the babe had went back into his slumber. It was really a relief to see that the siblings had gotten along. At this age, at least.

"I like him too." Harry softly spoke with a smile.


"C'mere Joff!" Harry called out while seated, gesturing to the boy who was wobbling on his feet a few steps away.

The handmaiden from the Reach was sitting as well, holding onto Joffery's torso to keep him steady.

With Harry's nod towards the handmaiden, she let go of Joff and the boy started to put a foot in front of the other hesitantly.

With a whimper and cry, he sat back down, refusing to try to walk without guidance.

Harry sighed and dragged himself over to where the boy was making a fuss.

He waved off the handmaiden before asking, "Why'd you stop, Joff? You were doing well." Harry stated, looking at the boy who'd just reached his first name day.

Joffrey lashed out in anger at the older boy's arm that Harry was leaning on in order to get physically closer to the younger boy.

"Hey. That's not nice." Harry chided. "Would you like it if someone hit you?" Harry demonstrated with a slight tap on Joffrey's palm.

Making the mess even bigger, Joffrey started to cry.

"No fair, Joffrey. That didn't even hurt you."

Thankfully, their mother had gone away for a week to visit Casterly Rock and pay respects to her mother.

Due to Joffery's tendency to get sick often, the king and queen didn't want to risk the trip.

However, as Harry's grandfather was a stickler for traditions; especially that involving his dead wife, he'd dragged Cersei along with him. Harry thought that it'd be a nice surprise for them to teach Joffery to walk by himself and have him greet mother like that when she came back.

"Hey now listen, you mustn't hurt others. Hurting others is what bad people do. You don't want to be a bad person, do you?" Harry said that more as a fact than a question.

Cries became softer, and Joffrey was left staring at the ground in shame. He didn't like it when he was hurt, so he supposed that it made sense not to hurt others. Though the real reason why he was disappointed in himself is because he tried to hurt Harry, and didn't listen to him. He liked his brother. His brother was always kind to him.

"Let's try again, shall we?" Joff nodded slightly and he reached out for the handmaiden. As she brought him to a standing position, he pushed the support he gave her away and took a step by himself.


Robert couldn't be any prouder of his son. Harry was trying to help teach his brother to speak proper words. Joffery was but 13 months of age, and though he could start babbling long before that, none of it made sense.

They were working on getting the boy to say "mama" right now. Just a few weeks ago, Cersei had come back from her trip to Casterly Rock, and she'd nearly cried when she went up to her room and saw Joffery running towards her with uneven steps.

Harry always found some way to get Joffery to play along, whether it'd be by bribing with food, or a lecture where he sat his brother down.

It was funny he thought. To have a boy who was barely six to talk about serious matters to a boy just a year out of his mother's womb.

As a child, he had dismissed his younger brother in favor of his own friends his age and parental affection. It seemed that what Harry was doing now for Joffery was what Robert wished he'd done for Stannis.

Stannis had followed Robert around as a toddler, always pestering him with questions and advice; not understanding that he wasn't wanted.

It wasn't until Robert had pushed him into the mud and called him annoying that Stannis realized that the person he looked up to held no feelings for him. Not only did he realise this, but the obvious preferential treatment their parents held for his elder brother.

When his youngest brother came around, Renly was nothing like the way Stannis was in admiration of his older sibling. He was independent in his own right and tended to be more of a logical thinker and a leader rather than someone who followed people around.

Though Renly tried to talk to Stannis and Robert more; about feelings and such, Robert wasn't someone who'd talk it out and Stannis was too hurt by his other sibling's rejection.

Due to his lack of attachment to both his siblings, the only man Robert considered a brother was Eddard Stark. And that man was far from him in the north with his own wife and children.

Though he had Jon Arryn by his side, the man was growing old, and more of a father to him than someone as close as a brother should be.

But it didn't matter. He had his family to care for now. He mustn't dwell on the things he could've done or the things that are too risky.

He looked at his heir, a small boy who had changed him so much and smiled. Maybe I'll give up whores and drink while I'm at it, he jokingly thought.

Robert had indeed improved himself since Harry's birth. He became a better father to his children, and realized the extent to which money could be wasted.

When he first became king, he was astounded at the amount of gold Aegon Targaryen had in his coffers and spent tons on whim without a second thought.

He had only been in ruling for three years, and he'd already spent a little under half of what Aegon had stocked up for the entirety of his ruling.

Even Robert himself, in his drunkest state, would admit that the amount he's spent is a bit drastic.

He lessened the amount of money spent himself, and looked for instead a way that could perhaps balance out the money he's spent.

He added taxes on those who could afford having heavier ones, made certain laws that helped in filling the coffers and started investing in the business ventures of starting up entrepreneurs with advice from Littlefinger and Varys.

He gave them each 10% of what the earnings from the 40% of the profit earned yearly through the investments.

After a two years, he was able to make a little income through the investments rather than just losing money and paying off debts. He could enjoy himself with money he'd earned for the crown.

Two years later, Harry was eight, and Joffery was three. It was well around time for Harry to become a ward.


I realize the ending of his chapter is rather sudden and not really going with the flow and all but I mean, two chapters at once, wow. I also don't know how business works so the interest rates and profits in this chapter are based on the limited knowledge I have in the field of economics.

Edit: I also fixed the sibling thing between Robert and Stannis. Sorry about that, I write everything late at night and things slip my mind at times.