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The Black Lion
By Jamnaz79
A Harry Potter/Game of Thrones Story
Author Note: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Song of Fire and Ice. I do not own Game of Thrones or any characters or parts of either films or books. I do not make any money for these stories nor want to. Heck I do not deserve to. I just write for the hell of it and hope that someone may take some enjoyment from it.
Harry Potter stared shimmering image of silver. The liquid silver still flowed just as smoothly as it did during his fifth year. It was the same arch that he fought beside his godfather against Death Eaters. This was the same arch that his godfather fell through to the beyond. He could hear their voices so clearly when he was near it. He could hear their cries for life or loss. The beyond was a step away and all he had to do was put one boot before the next.
The twenty five year old raven haired young man had a horrid life. His childhood was punishment and torment at the hands of the Dursley family. They were relatives in blood and name but not in fact of any meaning of the word family. His first few years of true life and true freedom came at Hogwarts when he joined the magical world and learned to live. Even then his days were filled with hard lessons or love, trust and life. Despite facing trolls, basilisks, dragons and dark wizards he prospered and grew into a remarkable man. A man that was filled with a passion for learning and life, and yet a deep longing to fix what was lost.
It was the war that had shattered the young man. The war had a cost far too high. The end was a day that should have been a triumph. Instead it was a day of defeat whenever Harry looked back at it. Sure he had destroyed the Dark Lord and freed magical Britain. But the cost, the cost was way too high. He lost that day almost everyone important to him. He lost far too many over the days of the war, but it was that final day, the battle of Hogwarts which had cost everything to him.
Poor brave Neville. The young man had grown from a scared child into a man worthy of the Longbottom name. Neville had stepped forward and slayed the final Horcrux, he had used the sword of Gryffindor and cut the monstrous snakes head right off. Even as the brave young Gryffindor had slain the beast he was killed by a neon green curse from the insane Bellatrix LeStrange. He had buried the young man with the sword of Gryffindor. There was no more fitting final resting place for the sword than by the side of the young man.
Luna, sweet lovely Luna. He had felt a kinship with her. They were both outcasts, both freaks in the worlds that the lived in so long. He had cared for her and would have done anything for her but he never had the chance. When Neville was killed she cracked. It was one too many deaths of someone she cared for. It was the straw that broke the dragon's back. She physically tackled Bellatrix LeStrange to the ground while the Death Eater scum laughed. They stopped laughing when she chanted a blood ritual slitting her own throat. Her body turned into living flame, fiendfyre hotter than the sun above consumed the witch and over a hundred of the Death Eater scum with it. The price was too high in Harry's mind; he would give anything for her inquisitive looks and to hear of her fun strange animals again.
Hermione. There were so many emotions that came up in the raven haired man from that one word. The possible love lost the pain of loss. It was the one person he never spoke of. It was the one person he missed the most. When Ron had abandoned them in the tent he finally took the chance to be with her, he showed her he cared for her. That he wouldn't abandon her unlike the ginger. It had been a magical time. It was a time where he actually started to believe that the power to defeat Voldemort was love. He had been wrong for when Ron returned so ended their short fling. Instead his bushy haired best friend apologized to him and explained she loved Ron and not him. Still he was happy for her even as he died a bit inside. He still cared for her he would just need to make it a love for a sister and family instead of a lover. Even if it ate him up inside he still at least knew she wouldn't fully abandon him. Perhaps it was because she chose Ron that it hurt so much when he betrayed them. The fact that he was who had ended her life when he stabbed the basilisk fang into her back that caused Harry to not sleep at nights.
The ginger boy had always been paranoid, jealous and a twit. But he became worse when he learned that Harry had plucked the forbidden fruit from Hermione before he could. Ron never let them know that he knew about this. The boy had never betrayed that he had any idea that Hermione and Harry had been intimate. He actually never spoke of what he did when they were away either. So it had been a complete surprise when after Neville was slain that he slammed the basilisk fang into the back of the bushy haired girl. He was laughing with insane glee as he announced himself for the Dark Lord, proving himself by slaying the mudblood.
Hermione even when stabbed and dying of poison was a strong woman. A strong hearted Gryffindor, she turned around and grabbed hold of the ginger traitor. Gripping to the boy as the strength started to flee from her she willed the last of her back. A flash of neon green and there was no more laughter from Ronald Bilius Weasley. Both fell to the ground together next to one another, a twisted cruel tragedy worse than any Romeo and Juliet play.
Yes, Harry did awaken from his dream. His passage to the beyond where he had talked to Albus Dumbledore and was convinced to return. He had awakened to all of this death and destruction. It was a full pitched battle in the middle of the courtyard. All of Harry's closest friends were dead and gone and his world torn apart into ruins before his eyes. He could not believe that even in death the old man had been able to manipulate him to return to torment. He had sent Harry back to a world without his loved ones. He used that loss, that pain, that love and hate and defeated Tom Riddle. He became the man-who-conquered. Then he disappeared into the dim surroundings of society, a man wanting to be left alone from all seekers.
Harry lived his life after those days for research. He searched for an answer, he wanted to know what he could do different. He spent a fortune trying to find a way to return his friends. He wanted to find a way back to fix the past. He researched, studied, learned secrets from Dumbledore's own journals.
It was only after years of study that he found what he believed would work. The Deathly Hallows was the only chance for him to fix the mess that his life had become. So he found himself in the death chamber now. He was clad only in the family heirloom of the cloak of death. The ring on his finger was the Resurrection stone. The Elder wand clutched tightly in his hand. He had drawn in unicorn blood the runic symbols around the chamber. All that remained was to step through death's doorway and hope he was right.
Harry Potter was not correct. The blood should have been crumple- horned snorkack blood. Who knew, Luna was correct after all.
~~~ BL ~~~
Cersei stared at the midwife exhausted. It had been a hard fought labor. A battle that was fierce as any lion could only hope to compete. She was drained, stripped of all possible strength emotionally and physically. But that was not what was on her mind. Instead it was the bundle in the arms of the midwife.
The bundle was not what she had expected. She had hoped for a golden haired boy to go with her Joffrey. A younger brought to raise alongside her noble boy draped in Lannister golden hair and emerald eyes. Instead the newborn baby had dark hair and emerald eyes. The boy had been a hard birth, a troubling one that fought for life. He was larger than Joffrey was when he was born. This child raged to be free and into life.
In her mind screamed, 'No No No No No No! This cannot be!'
Tears started to slip down her eyes not of pain or joy as the midwife seemed to believe but instead of anger of this happening. She had tried everything to make certain that the fool never did this. She was certain it was not possible. Damn that man, damn him to the beyond for doing this to her! She had half a mind to kill the boy herself and end this threat to her Joffrey. This abomination of a child should not live!
The old crone placed the bundle gently down into her arms. Cersei took hold of the child of her loins as any trained mother would embrace it to her. Her face showed none of the tenderness of a new mother normally would have. Instead her voice cracked as she spoke softly, "Please leave and send in my brother…"
It took only a few moments before the door opened up. Into the room walked the golden haired lion. The man was known around the Kingdom as one of its greatest swords but also a man lacking in honor according to most. The Kingslayer, Ser Jamie Lannister, knight of Kingsguard. He was the twin brother of the young Queen now in bed free of her a newborn child. His mailed boots clinked onto the stone floor as he walked quickly for his sister. "How is the child sweet sister?"
When Cersei looked up she saw the happiness and excitement on the face of her brother. He was her rock in the storm, her twin and other half. He was her everything and she lived her life just because she had him with her. If not she would have forsaken this world. She didn't speak but her face filled with sadness, torment and horror showed everything that it needed to. The look caused the smile to slip from the face of the man as he stepped to her side.
Jamie gently reached forward with dexterous fingers and brushed open the covering of the child. There sleeping was a healthy boy child. The child had a chubby face and cheeks, healthy and large for a newborn, which explained the long birthing time for Cersei. It was not the look of the boy that drew the eye of Jamie. Instead it was the tuff of black hair on the head of the boy. A black hair that could only mean one thing, this was not his child. His breath sucked through his teeth before he whispered, "It is his child…"
"I am sorry my love… I tried to never let him. I thought I had found a way to never let it be his…" Cersei whispers were pleading towards Jamie as she reached out her free hand. The hand shook from lack of strength from the long labor but it was strong enough to rise and brush against the cheek of her twin. Tears shimmered in the eyes of the woman for what she had birthed. It was a healthy child but the child of a man she did not want to carry. A child whose source of seed was someone she despised with every piece of her soul. Her voice again cracked as she whispered, "Tell me what to do…"
Jamie turned his head to brush his lips against the sweaty palm of his lover. His eyes closed for long moments in thoughts. When he opened they looked determined, but whatever determination that they had died when the eyes of the baby opened and sparkled bright emerald green. It was the same green of the beautiful woman holding the baby, the same emerald of his own and all Lannisters. Yes, this child may be a Stag in blood but it was also a Lion. His will to see it gone died in that moment as he whispered, "You will raise it sister. He is a Lannister despite his coloring. He will be a black lion in a pride of golden ones. No matter where he came from, he is still you…"
Cersei met the eyes of her other half, her lover, her twin then looked down at her newborn child. She now saw it too. The eyes of the boy, the clear beautiful eyes that shimmered in an emerald green glowing with power. The child would be strong, she would make him strong. He would be her seed, her seed to take over a Great House and support his brother. He may look a Stag but instead she would make him a Lion. Her voice whispered the name, "He will be Harry Baratheon…"
Author Note: A Black Prince/Second Son story for Game of Thrones and Harry Potter cross over. There are a few Black Prince stories in the Game of Thrones section but I figured this might be a fun story to write. Harry would slowly get his other memories back piece by piece of magic and skill through dreams. Perhaps have Stannis and Renly foster him instead of Lord Tywin Lannister.