Chapter 1 – The Third Choice
("Dothraki")
Daenery's Stormborn Targaryen had lived a very short and horribly unfair life. She was the youngest girl of the three Targaryen children. Her oldest brother Rhaegar had been dead for years now when he lost at the battle of the trident and as a result, she and her brother had been on the run ever since from the usurper Robert Baratheon. Her brother became very abusive with her because he desired to reclaim the Iron Throne from his enemies. He even sold her as a mare to a violent Dothraki horse lord hopping to receive an army ready to sail to Westeros to help him reclaim it.
It didn't work well for him.
Daenery's lost him to Khal Drogo the horse lord because he threatened her. She was with Drogo's child at the time but she miscarried it because of a witch who betrayed her. Drogo, the man that she learned to love was left in a vegetative state which forced her to kill him, thereby ending his suffering. It was pain beyond pain.
In a short space of time she had lost her family, her brother, child and finally her lover. As the fire burned around the funeral pyre with her, her husband and witch inside, she mourned for her losses. It was too much for her to bear and in that moment she decided to give up the claim to the throne. His enemies had one and so ended the dragon line. In that moment Daenerys Targaryen died, but before her soul left her body another fractured soul that had been planted by a cosmic entity inside to feed on hers to grow strong took its place.
Charlotte Potter stared at the being hovering in front her that identified itself as Death. It had just told her a story that shook her from her core. According to it, when the killing curse struck her in the forbidden forest and according to it, instead of Voldemort just demolishing his own soul, he ended up shredding her magical core into many pieces and the chances of her reuniting them were very slim.
"So you mean to tell me that after all I have done to save the magical world from the dark lord's tyranny, this is my penance?" Charlotte asked with a very faraway voice. Why couldn't she just get a break? She was tired of it all. How many death eaters had she killed to try and secure the future for the next generation? The answer was many.
"Why couldn't the Death Stick save me from all of that?"
Death waited for a second before he replied, "killing rips the soul apart Miss Potter, when you killed the very first death eater in a skirmish of that restaurant using the killing curse, your very soul was split from that of Voldemort's, leaving it vulnerable and when Voldemort used the Deathstick against you, your core was fractured. Voldemort's own soul was demolished in the process and so was the final horcrux which was hovering closer to him. Since you were the owner of the hallow at that time, the curse couldn't kill you, but just like in the past, the backlash was of such tremendous power to destroy anything living for a few miles at the very least.
Charlotte looked frightened at that prospect but death was quick to reassure her of the fear on her face. "All the remaining Death Eaters died but Hagrid is alive. Nagini was obliterated from his protective encasing. The short version is that the war is ended, but you also suffered at the end."
Charlotte didn't know what to say to that. She felt fine at the present time in her limbo state. "So I am dead then?" The prophecy was fulfilled at the end. Dumbledore must be so proud wherever he was.
"No Miss Potter you are not quite dead yet and you not stuck here either," Death said, "You have three choices ahead of you."
What?
"It's a good thing that you left all of your inheritance to Teddy should anything have happened to you. If you decide to go back, you will live the rest of your days feeling the pain that encompasses the loss of your soul as a squib. I do not recommend that you choose this." Death implored her.
Yes she wasn't going to choose that kind of life. Living in pain as squib like Argus Filch, whilst her friends moved on with their lives and achieve their greatest desires. It would be a very painful existence. The Daily Prophet and the entire world would have a field day and not to mention the remaining death eaters that would escape justice. She would be a sitting target waiting to be plucked out like a weed. She could see Draco's sneer as he would jeer at her about the loss of what made her special. So that option was totally out.
"You could join your family in the afterlife. Right now they are all waiting and eager to meet you."
But she hadn't lived yet. Charlotte had always been a very ambitious girl but refused to join the Slythering house because of her first meeting with Draco going horribly wrong. She'd been chosen in Gryffindor instead just like her parents before her. "What is the third option then sir?" She asked.
"Your soul cannot all be put together Potter but I can mend most of it, but in order for that to work it would have to be merged with that of another magical soul. When the time comes, this person would give up on life itself and as they die, yours will replace it"
Charlotte's eyes narrowed in deep fury at that vile suggestion. She might have been cold, calculating and utterly ruthless when provoked but this? "You want to turn me into a horcrux?!"
The room suddenly felt colder;
"I despise horcruxes Potter!" Death Hissed coldly at her.
'But wasn't he suggesting that?' She wanted to ask but her sense of self- preservation forbade her to. She didn't think that death would appreciate it.
Death spoke not coldly this time a moment later. "The objective of a horcrux is to seal a soul piece from being destroyed. If you get attached to it emotionally, it will feed on your very soul before you turn into an empty husk." Death lectured as though he were speaking to a child. Charlotte kept her expression blank but she was pissed on the inside for that. She already knew what a bloody horcrux was. "Your fractured soul will slowly mend by absorbing little bits of energy from the soul of Daenerys. You won't feed off of it. Do you understand the difference now?"
Charlotte nodded her head once.
"It will continue to do so and when the time comes . . ."
"Mine will be ready to replace her vacant place." She cut him off.
"You will be able to birth dragons in this world to help you on your endeavours should you choose to do so, but since they are volatile creatures that cannot be tamed, I will brand you with my personal mark to link them to you. In short, they will obey your orders."
It wasn't the best deal but at least she would be alive. "How many?"
"There are currently three remaining eggs that had been frozen for centuries." Death said
"I have four requests if I am to agree with this arrangement, I promise they are not much." Charlotte said and waited for death's reply. The being nodded its head once and gestured for her to continue.
"First, I want the dragons to be Hungarian Horntails. It's just something to hold on to of my past. Their sharp spikes should also act as weapons before being replaced." Charlotte said looking at him, wondering if she was pushing her luck.
Death on the other hand remained silent indicating that she should continue.
"There should breathe out different elements, two should be fire obviously and the last should be ice that freezes its victims. The last request is for the power of the elder wand and my cloak to be fused with their bodies so as to create maximum damage, but also be ready to become invisible in a moment's notice to avoid detection. The last thing I need is for others to hunt them down."
Death smiled a little, "You are quite the negotiator Miss Potter . . . but I will allow it."
Charlotte or the newly remade Daenerys Targeryen felt huge emotional pain for her loss. A random thought rushed through her mind of giving up but she squashed it. She wasn't a quitter. She'd faced terrible odds and managed to come out as the victor even though she couldn't return back to her world. Daenery's made the choice to re-start anew in this world. Her enemies would face her justice through fire, ice and blood.
The fire burned everything through the entire night and her clothes except for her. She never noticed her eggs expand outwardly to the point where they mimicked three rugby balls in height and length.
Ser Jorah Mormont was a knight who fled punishment from Ned Stark for his crimes and joined Viserys Targaryen, to aid him into winning back the Iron throne, so as to be pardoned in return. The young king went mad with jealousy at the reception that his sister had been getting from the Khal and his Khalasar(A Dothraki clan who follow a horse lord). In the end it drove him to his death leaving only his sister.
However, the traumas that soon followed the young widowed girl were enough to push her over the edge to the point where she became suicidal. She ordered him not to interfere with her plan to burn his deceased husband and the witch responsible. Normally he wouldn't have been against it, but the fact that she wanted to be placed in its midst also, so as to prove that she was a dragon worth following he wasn't all for that idea. Still, as her Khaleesi(Queen) gave him the order to stay put, he couldn't outright refuse and stayed outside with the others.
That night he prayed to anyone who would listen to interfere with the fire to save her, but no reply came. Sleep evaded him.
As the sun slowly rose up from up from the East, Jorah was one of the first men to approach the burnt pyre. As he stepped inside the once ring of flames, he saw nothing expect burnt rubble in his path. There was still lingering smoke that crept up to the sky far ahead of him and he walked there.
"Screech!"
Jorah stopped dead on his tracks at the unfamiliar sound. His eyes slowly widened in shock at what stood in front of him. Daenerys Targaryen stood naked like the day she was born, covered in soot from the top of her hair to the very sores of her feet. It was very surprising indeed, but what truly shocked Jorah where three scaly winged lizards, the size of fully matured cats that stood down at her feet. Two of them were dark as midnight whilst the other was dark blue in colour.
The moment Daenerys took a step forward, the three dragons screeched again and jumped on her legs before making their way up her shoulders. The blue one finally settled on her outstretched folded arm.
Jorah dropped to his knees at that sight of power on display. She stepped into the flames a broken girl only to emerge out as the mother of dragons. Her usual timid stance had disappeared only to be replaced by an air of confidence and determination.
Daenerys Targeryen had been reborn.
The Khalasar that had slowly entered the fray gasped in loud voices and began speaking amongst themselves in their heavy accented Dothraki language before joining Jorah in kneeling down to her khaleesi.
("You may all rise.")
The command was given with the authority of that of an experienced leader. As they all got up to her feet they were all met with Daenerys penetrating amethyst eyes. It was Jorah was to be honest with himself, he was intimidated and so were the rest.
("For a while now we have been moving up and about, running from my enemies as they sent assassin after assassin to kill me. When I got pregnant with Khal Drogo's child, the attempts on my life only grew worse. I never truly desired to re-take the iron throne because of the fate that befell my family. I was a scared little girl with a sentence on her head, but no more."
Daenerys remained silent for a moment as her eyes travelled to see most of them.
("As I stood in the flames and not be burnt, I came to the realisation that I didn't want to live on the run anymore. With that being said, I will challenge The Usurper for the right to reclaim what is mine by birth.")
Daenerys took a few steps forward and stopped. The vision was truly mesmerising. She might have been covered in dirt but there was an air of royalty about her that could pull anyone like a moth to a flame. She might have been a beautiful sight from the very beginning but as of that moment she exceeded herself.
("Will you aid me in my quest to retake the throne?!"
Loud cheers went out as they all agreed at that short moving speech. The dragons even flapped their wings in support of their mother. Soon it became quiet and Daenerys' eyes settled for Jorah Mormont.
"We need to expand our company."
He nodded in agreement. Yes they would need armies to reclaim her throne.