Hermione raised an eyebrow as Harry appeared again the next day but with company. She exchanged glances with Ron, whose eyes were as wide as hers."Harry?"

The man who had appeared with Harry was of pale skin and dark hair too but he had grey eyes, where Harry had green. The young man looked to be their age, 17, and as tall as Harry was. The guy was holding something wriggly in his arms and Hermione's eyes widened as the guy lowered… a white wolf pup down to the floor of Grimmauld Place. A white wolf pup with red eyes.

"Oh, sorry, Hermione, Ron. This is Jon," Harry explained, gesturing to his friend. "He's my best friend, the one I've been visiting when I disappear."

"Oi, mate! Your best friend? I thought I was your best friend," Ron teased, grinning.

"My best friend in Westeros," Harry corrected, glancing to where Jon was. "Jon, this is Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. We're in Grimmauld Place now, the place I told you about a few years ago, where my godfather lived."

"Sirius? He died, didn't he?" Jon questioned, looking the place over. "It's a big home. It's a pleasure to meet Harry's other friends. He's told me a little about you."

"He didn't think it was that big," Harry muttered then sighed. "And that's Ghost, the direwolf."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Direwolf? Harry, what is this Westeros you keep talking about? You travel using your phoenix abilities, right?"

Harry nodded, watching as Ghost explored the room they were in. He made a mental note to talk to Kreacher about the pup and hopefully the house elf would be able to get some meat for the pup to eat. "I do. Westeros is a whole other world."

"Harry says Westeros is unlike your world," Jon remarked, glancing at Hermione. "Our worlds differ in regards to seasons."

Hermione's eyes lit up at Jon's words. "How different?"

"Seasons. They have seasons that last several years," Harry explained, shrugging and reaching down to let Ghost come to him and lick his fingers.

"Winters that last several years?" Ron echoed, his nose wrinkling. "I don't like the sound of that. Though the opportunity for multiple snowball fights would increase, I suppose."

"Arya takes advantage of it," Jon said, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "I came to help Harry in his fight against this Voldemort. I may not be a wizard like him or you but I am a fair hand with a sword."

"On that note… Hermione, do you think we could get the goblins to forge a sword for him?" Harry asked, turning to look at his friend. Hermione was kneeling down and Ghost trotted over to her, peering up at her, then licking her outstretched palm.

"You're not a wizard?" Hermione said, looking between the two young men. "Then how can you… see this place?"

Harry blinked and looked at Jon, catching his eyes. "I… hadn't thought about that."

"Harry…" Hermione sighed.

"I can see a home?" Jon said, lifting his shoulders in a minute shrug. His Stark cloak was still around his body and Harry could see his black tunic and sword belt. "Is there more to see?"

"No. It's just a home filled with books about dark magic and antiques and one grumpy house elf," Ron answered, crossing his arms.

"Ron! Kreacher can't help it! He's old and has been in a house full of pure bloods," Hermione retorted.

"Perhaps it's our connection," Harry offered, shaking his head. "Or perhaps it's your Targaryen blood."

Jon's eyes widened. "Pure bloods?"

"Oh… That is a long story," Harry said, yawning a little. Travel between worlds always exhausted him. "We'll go to the goblins tomorrow, under disguises, and see about a blade for you."

"What are these horcruxes?" Jon whispered, as they walked over to the front steps of Gringotts. The misty fog in the street seemed to follow them as they walked, curling around them and weaving. The fog hid the sun from view but it wasn't chilly or cold. "You told me a little about them before."

Jon's eyes stayed wide as they traveled through Diagon Alley, the place Harry had said that wizards and witches bought supplies. It was a bit like the market in the Winter town but it was crowded and… There were owls zooming above the buildings and people wearing pointy hats walking in the alley. Though not as much as usual, Harry had said. There was a war on after all.

"They're pieces of Voldemort's soul," Harry explained quietly, as he opened the door. They had left Ghost at Grimmuald Place, with Hermione promising to look after the pup, a little after 6 am. "Jon, goblins… They're… Just don't stare. They're… I suppose they could look like some of the children of the forest."

Jon nodded, his eyes wide as they entered the bank. "I've never been to the Iron Bank of Braavos but I would imagine this looks very much like it."

Harry looked around at all of the goblins then headed over to Ragnok, whom he had met a few times in the past. He had dyed his hair blond with just a tap of his wand before they left, put some dirt on his scar, and Jon was under the invisibility cloak.

"Ragnok?"

The goblin blinked and then peered over at him, eyes widening, and then gestured them past the desks. Harry raised an eyebrow but followed the head goblin into a back room. There was a desk in the back, with two chairs in front of it. There was also two other doors in the room, one at the back and one on the left.

"Mr Harry Potter. How can I help?"

"I was wondering if you could forge a sword?" Harry questioned, studying the goblin and glancing back into the main hall of the bank. They wouldn't have long here as Harry didn't want to stay in one place too long. They had to get started on horcrux hunting.

Ragnok stared at him, his eyes narrowing. "For you?"

"For me," Jon said, drawing off the cloak and staring down at the fabric as he did. "If Arya had a hold of this… I would want to be on the other end of the castle for that."

Harry grinned. "I would too."

"You are not a wizard," Ragnok remarked, taking a step closer to Jon, who stayed very still.

"No."

Ragnok took a deep breath, inhaling for a long minute. "You have dragon blood in you."

Jon's eyes widened, paling. "Yes. How did you…"

"Goblins have strong senses of smell," Ragnok said, looking over to Harry. "You are taking a big risk in coming here now."

"He needs a weapon," Harry argued, crossing his arms.

Ragnok stared at them both, his eyes not even moving. "We will forge a sword for him the likes of which haven't been seen since Gryffindor's sword. It will be ready in a few hours."

Harry blinked, glanced to Jon, who shrugged, then he turned back to the goblin. "Alright. Just don't tell anyone we're here."

Ragnok grimaced, his dark eyes hard. "We goblins will not tell anyone you are here. Our customers however… You can stay here in this room while we work."

Harry nodded, watched as Ragnok left the room through a back door and sat down in one of the chairs, with Jon walking over to sit down on the chair opposite.

"Are you okay?" Harry finally asked a minute later, able to feel the wards around this room and space. "You made that decision to come with me quickly enough."

Jon's eyes shuttered briefly before he sighed. "I never felt like I belonged in Winterfell or was really, truly a Stark."

"Your mother was a Stark, Jon," Harry offered, before shaking his head. "You just aren't a Stark in name."

"I always thought I was a bastard."

"You had no reason to believe otherwise. Your father… uncle didn't tell you."

Jon stared. "I wonder… Would he have ever told me? I had planned on going to join the Night's Watch. Would he have told me then? Lady Catelyn never spoke favorably towards me either. She probably would have liked the idea of me in the Night's Watch, never to prove a threat towards Robb's inheritance."

"You like your cousins though. Robb's a good man," Harry retorted, moving his chair over to sit next to Jon.

"Aye, I do. I would never steal Winterfell from Robb. Lady Catelyn's never liked me, Harry. She's much like your aunt and uncle."

"Unless she had you beaten…"

Jon blinked, his eyes narrowing. "They had you beaten?"

"My cousin beat me himself," Harry remarked, shivering at the memory. "You were probably treated better than me and probably treated better than most bastards."

"Do you have to stay with your aunt and uncle anymore?"

"No. They left anyway, to escape the war," Harry replied. "Anyway, horcruxes…"

Ragnok came back in three hours later, bearing a sheathed sword. The hilt of the sword was black, with the pommel being a howling wolf's head instead of a regular round pommel. The guard looked like flames except it was grey, a little like the shade of Jon's eyes. Jon's eyes widened as Ragnok came to deliver the blade, handing the sword up to Jon.

"The wolf's head…" Jon trailed off, raising an eyebrow. "How…"

"You were going to come with a direwolf pup."

"Goblins know things," Harry offered, at Jon's wide eyes. "I want to see what it looks like."

Jon grinned and drew the sword out from the sheathe, his eyes widening at the sight. The blade itself was dark red and it looked sharp. Harry watched as Jon swung it once, twice, and then held it between his two hands.

"It's of good weight," Jon said, his eyes still drawn to the metal. "What kind of material is this? I've certainly never seen Mikken use this."

"Silver. It will never rust and will never need sharpening," Ragnok said, his goblin dark eyes narrow and glinting. "Call it what you will."

"What of payment?" Jon asked, taking his eyes off the blade for a minute.

"We shall take it out of Ms Lestrange's bank vault," Ragnok spoke, emphasizing the name while looking at Harry. "You two had best be leaving. McNair has entered the bank. You can use the back exit."

Harry stared down at the goblin. "Ms Lestrange? You mean Bellatrix?"

"We goblins do not like to meddle, Mr Potter. You know that. I also believe you would find some interesting belongings in the Dumbledore vault."

Harry raised an eyebrow and studied Ragnok. "Is there time for us to go check out both vaults?"

Ragnok looked up at him, his goblin dark eyes beady. "If you mean break and enter one of our vaults, no."

Harry's eyes widened then he sighed.

"But… there is time enough for you to take the long way out, then yes."

Harry blinked then grinned. Ragnok gestured over to a door that had been previously hidden on their right, one that seemed to glimmer into existence. Harry nodded at the goblin head of the bank and then he and Jon walked over to the door, with Harry opening it and stepping through.

The door closed right after them and Jon stared at it and the goblin behind it. "Ragnok said that there was not time for this."

"Goblins are tricky creatures," Harry explained, grinning at Jon. "They don't want the liability of someone breaking into two of their vaults but they also do not like Voldemort."

Jon snorted, still holding his new weapon in his sword hand. "How are we to open the vaults? Lestrange and Dumbledore? I believe you said that Dumbledore was the name of your teacher?"

"Albus Dumbledore, yes. He has a brother though and a vault," Harry said, as they started off down a well lit path. His heart hammered in his chest at the thought of potentially finding another horcrux. This would make it three horcruxes that they found, assuming it was only one. "And Lestrange… Bellatrix is Voldemort's second in command."

"Wife?"

Harry froze, his nose wrinkling at the thought, and Jon stilled next to him, looking Harry over.

"Ugh… Don't even suggest that. I will not be able to unthink that," Harry muttered, elbowing Jon. "Bellatrix is like… Ser Rodrik, I suppose."

Jon grinned and followed Harry as they started again.

"As to opening the vaults… either Ragnok sent a goblin down to open them for us or this is a trap," Harry said, shrugging at Jon's wide eyes.

They continued down the path and Jon spared a look to the cavernous hall down below. It continued for miles and he didn't even see an end to it. The sounds of carts on… "What are those?"

"Tracks," Harry whispered, as they hurried behind a pillar to hide from a goblin and another vault owner. "The carts bring owners and goblins down to where they want to go. In our world, trains carry people from place to place quickly enough. There's a train from London to Hogwarts that students take in the fall and the spring."

Jon nodded, trying to imagine the kind of… vehicle that Harry talked of. "Sounds incredible."

Harry turned to look at him, his green eyes lit with wariness. "I suppose so. A train in Westeros would make travel between… say Winterfell and King's Landing much easier."

They ducked out from the pillar and hurried back to the path that Ragnok had sent them on.

"It would probably put the Freys out," Jon remarked quietly.

Harry stared at him, raised an eyebrow.

"House Frey owns the Twins, the only way to cross the river," Jon explained.

They finally came upon one of the vaults and stopped. Jon peered up at the big stone wall, one that held gears and chains unlike anything he had ever seen.

Harry walked up to the door and reached out, tapped it once or twice before hurriedly stepping back as the door opened just a tiny bit. "This is probably Albus' vault. I don't know why Ragnok suggested… Fawkes has disappeared somewhere but it's not here."

"You were looking for Fawkes?" Jon questioned, watching as Harry stepped through the door. He followed Harry, looking over his friend's tight shoulders and muscular body. The men and women of this world didn't wear cloaks or anything over their strange shirts and leggings, jeans Harry had called them, so Jon could see that Harry was well fit.

"Well, Dumbledore died and I think phoenixes don't stay in one area past their wizard or witch dying. Besides, Fawkes finished teaching me a year ago," Harry said, as they stopped within the doorway and looked around.

Jon looked around the great vault, seeing mounds and mounds of gold and silver. His eyes widened at the amount, wondering if it overtook the amount of gold that Casterly Rock supposedly had.

"I wonder if Dumbledore left his money to someone," Harry muttered, stepping through the aisles of the vault. "He left a snitch to me and a few items to Hermione and Ron."

There was something in the far right corner of the vault, something that was drawing Jon over to it. He dropped his hand down to his newly made blade and walked over towards the corner, his eyes widening when he finally realized what was drawing him over. Eggs. Two of them. One of gold color, glimmering in the low light of the torches on the walls around them. The other of silver, like the color of his new blade.

"Jon?"

"You said your mentor was… connected to Fawkes?" Jon said, reaching down to trace his fingers over the blue, fossilized egg. It looked like stone and the blue… reminded Jon of the blue winter roses that grew in the North.

"Yes? Why?"

"He could travel with Fawkes, just like you did?"

Harry nodded, his eyes widening as he knelt alongside Jon. "You think my mentor traveled to Westeros?"

"Mayhaps… Or Essos…" Jon trailed off, feeling the egg warm underneath his hand. Harry reached out to lay his hand on the golden egg, his eyes widening even more.

Shouts filled the corridor outside the vault and Jon froze, exchanging a look with Harry, who reached out to grab something in his pocket and pulled it out. "Here, put the eggs in and we'll go."

Jon blinked before picking up the blue egg and watching as Harry opened the piece of fabric, revealing a bag.

The two of them quickly hurried over to the next vault on the path, one much further down into the cavernous hall, and Harry tapped at the door. It didn't open and Jon's eyes narrowed, keeping a watch on the other side of the tunnel.

"Harry?"

"I'm going to try something," Harry whispered, glaring at the door before hissing out something.

Jon blinked and turned to Harry, raising an eyebrow. His heart skipped a beat at the sounds that Harry was making and he could feel his cheeks redden a little.

Harry grinned and shrugged. "Parseltongue. Language of snakes."

The door opened, its' gears opening with a screech. "Huh, I didn't think that would actually work."

Jon rolled his eyes, watched as Harry ventured inside.

"Ahaha!"

"Potter?!"

Jon stiffened at the high, shrill voice ahead of them. "Harry!"

"Coming," Harry yelled, right before showing up at the door, holding a goblet in his hands. He stuffed it into the bag, along with the dragon eggs though he kept them separated. "Horcrux number three. What's wrong?"

"A woman's coming."

Harry flinched, coming over to stand by Jon. "We had better move. Come on. If it's who I think it is… we don't want to get caught by her."

Jon quickly followed Harry at a run, hurrying down another set of stairs and almost ran into his friend when Harry suddenly stopped.

"What…"

"Dragon," Harry whispered, his face paling. "So that's how they catch thieves."

Jon peered around Harry, his eyes widening at the creature in the middle of the chamber in front of them. Harry slid around Jon's side and pulled out his wand, muttering something. A bright blue light shot out of the piece of wood and grew, creating a wall in front of them. "That is indeed one way to catch thieves."

A sickly strand of red light shot towards Harry's blue shield and was swallowed by it.

Jon inched closer to the opening and poked his head out, staring at the great white beast in the center of the hall. It was a big, white dragon, one that had chains around its' neck. The dragon breathed out a plume of fire towards the farthest corner, lighting a man on fire. The man had on a silver bone mask on his face, one that Jon remembered Harry telling him of. "Was that…"

"Yeah, Death Eater. It wasn't Malfoy's father though," Harry muttered, putting a hand on Jon's back and tugging him to the side, back behind their wall. His eyes were tight as he looked back out, his shoulders curling inward. "Any ideas?"

"You can't… move us out?" Jon whispered, gesturing to Harry's wand.

"You mean apparate? No. There are wards," Harry explained, breathing out a strained sigh. "Means no portkeys or apparition."

Jon nodded, already stepping out. Harry followed, keeping close to him and shielding them.

"You have an idea?"

"I am a Targaryen," Jon offered, hesitant but steady.

Harry stared at him then nodded, turning to look at the dragon. "Okay. If you're… ready."

They ran towards the dragon, dodging another Death Eater. Jon drew his sword, keeping it at his side while Harry charmed the chains off of the dragon. A burst of red light came his way and he raised his sword up, watched as the sword appeared to glow momentarily, absorbing the spell.

Harry stared at it from where he was, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Ooh."

Jon grinned and hastened over to the dragon, letting it look at him. There was something at the edge of his mind, a sense of the beast, though it wasn't solid or sturdy. It was like a flickering torch, almost like this dragon wasn't his or this wasn't meant to be permanent. But he definitely felt curiosity and eagerness from the dragon to get out of here.

Jon watched as the dragon knelt before him then ran up the offered wing, yelling to Harry. His friend's eyes widened before he followed Jon, mounting the white beast. Jon felt the dragon question him and Jon nodded, feeling the muscles flex beneath him. The beast was warm, almost hot, as it roared and jumped into the air. Harry whooped out while deflecting a curse back down to the witch or wizard who had cast it.

They flew out of the bank, over the city of London. Jon stared down at the city in awe, his eyes widening at the sheer size of it and at the numerous buildings that seemed to reach the clouds. He couldn't really talk to Harry while they were in the air but he knew he would ask him about it the moment they landed.

The dragon seemed to be going into the country, passing over the outer city. Jon was still amazed that he was riding on a dragon. Mayhaps he really was a Targaryen.

Harry slipped down off the beast as they landed a few miles from Hogwarts, watching as Jon followed. His friend's eyes were still wide, his hair windblown. The castle was far off in the distance and Harry kept an eye on their surroundings as the dragon turned to look at Jon.

"So… You do have dragon blood in you."

Jon stared at the dragon as it looked at him, its' tail moving slowly across the ground. "It would seem that way, yes. My father really was Rhaegar Targaryen."

The dragon blinked its' grey eyes and then backed up, beat its' wings once and then jumped up into the air, flying off into the wild.

"Are you okay with that?" Harry questioned, walking over to stand next to him. "Not being a bastard or a Stark, I mean."

"I don't know. I've lived my life as a bastard and thought I was Lord Stark's son," Jon murmured, wrapping his cloak tighter around his shoulders. "I… I have a claim to throne, don't I?"

Harry's eyes widened as he nodded, one of his hands meeting Jon's. Their fingers entwined and Jon breathed a sigh of relief at the touch. "I guess you do."

They returned to Grimmauld Place to Hermione, Ron and Ghost's relief. Ghost came up to Jon and sniffed him, his red eyes flashing.

"We need to go," Harry said, glancing around the place. "We just broke out of Gringotts on a dragon and-"

"You broke out of Gringotts? On a dragon?!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes narrowed nervously.

"We got another horcrux?" Harry offered, pulling out the goblet that he had found. "Jon got a weapon too, if that helps."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Mate, you really broke out of Gringotts?" Ron echoed, his eyes wide. "How was that like?"

"It was awesome!" Harry said, his heart beating so very fast as the thought of what they had just done impacted him. "I wonder if Gringotts will allow me access to my vaults again…"

"Oh, now you think of that," Hermione muttered, before sighing. "If you say we need to go then let's go. Pick somewhere random to apparate to."

Harry nodded, glancing to Jon before beginning to pack.

As the four of them settled down to sleep in the Forest of Dean, they could hear Ghost howling outside, going for a hunt. Harry had figured that the wolf would be okay on a hunt of his own and Jon had agreed. Kreacher had packed some meat for Ghost though, in the event of them having to forgo letting Ghost hunt.

Hermione and Ron had both fallen asleep first, gone to bunk in the tent. Jon was sitting on one of the logs around the campfire, staring into the fire. Harry was sitting next to him, glancing down at the two eggs that they had found in Dumbledore's vault.

"Your new sword is apparently like Godric's," Harry remarked, shivering slightly as the evening chill set in. He breathed out a deep breath and reached inside himself for the natural heat and sighed as he grew warmer. The rain that had fallen during the day had just abated and now everything was wet and misty. The stars were shining brightly down on them and the moon was only half full. "Takes in that which makes it stronger. Jon?"

"You're okay with me being a Targaryen?" Jon questioned, turning to look at him with narrowed grey eyes.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"King Aerys Targaryen was known as Mad King Aerys."

"That was your grandfather," Harry said, elbowing Jon. "I hardly think that madness would have traveled to you, what with your mother and father not being related."

"What if I become-"

"Hold on. No one's going mad under my watch," Harry argued, staring right into Jon's eyes. "You're both a Stark and a Targaryen, Jon. I hardly think you will have that problem. Besides, you have a prophecy about you and that never goes wrong."

Jon blinked then broke out into quiet laughter. Harry grinned, inched closer to him, reached out to curl an arm about Jon's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Jon stiffened before groaning and leaning further into Harry. They melted into each other and Jon's heart skipped a beat as Harry licked his way into his mouth, nipping once or twice.

The fire crackled in front of them especially loudly after a minute and they pulled back, both breathing heavily and eyes wide with arousal. Jon leaned his forehead against Harry's, the warmth from the other man leaking into him as the fire crackled again. The only sounds were their breathing as they caught their breath.

"Do you want to take the throne?" Harry finally questioned, keeping his arm around Jon's waist to hold him there.

"I don't need to, do I? Robert's already sitting on the throne," Jon remarked quietly, gripping Harry's other hand. "Besides, no one would welcome a Targaryen on the throne again."

The quiet whistle drew their attention down to where the eggs were… Or had been. Harry blinked and Jon's eyes widened, hearing and feeling Ghost come back at the same time. Two dragons sat where the eggs had been, both toddling in place.

One gold dragon and one silver dragon.

Jon stared down at them and watched as the silver dragon peered up at him, its' white eyes focused on him.

"Ah… Look at that. You already fit the requirements," Harry whispered, grinning a little and reaching out a hand for the golden dragon to sniff.

"Harry…" Jon trailed off, his voice shaky with awe and a fair amount of exasperation. His heart raced within his chest at the sight.

"We're in a magic rich environment," Harry offered, as he stroked the golden dragon's head and back.

The silver dragon toddled over towards him, bumping its' head against his head. Ghost trotted over, still the size of a pup, and lowered down to sniff the baby dragon, his tail down and apprehensive. The dragon let out a quiet whistle towards the direwolf and Ghost's red eyes narrowed but otherwise didn't move as the dragon inspected him.

Jon grinned hesitantly and turned around to tug Harry into another kiss, unsure whether Harry had been japing with him. Harry grinned and pulled Jon closer, kissing as if to mark now, hot and wet. Someone let out a groan and Jon was half sure it was him as they moved together, thoughts of thrones lost to warm, wet kisses.

It took nearly seven months for Harry, Jon, Hermione and Ron to find every horcrux. They listened to the radio station that Dean had started and enjoyed hearing rumors of Ghost appearing everywhere to annoy the Death Eaters. The two dragons, named Godric and Lyandra, had grown so fast and so big that there was no keeping them secret anymore.

Harry helped Jon learn how to warg into Ghost at times, to scout ahead or to simply enjoy running on four legs. And Ghost was now four times bigger than he had been as a pup, perhaps the size of an English pony.

"Are you sure the last one is in Hogwarts?" Jon questioned, as they appeared by the Shrieking Shack. Lyandra, Jon's silver dragon, flew above them, closely followed by Godric, the golden beast. Ghost loped around the forest behind them, keeping watch on their camp. Ron and Hermione had followed Neville through a hidden tunnel into the castle to rally the students and to alert the survivors of the Order.

"I… I think it is. I can feel it close anyway," Harry answered, thinking of the last horcrux they had found and destroyed. It had burned up in dragon fire after the dragons had grown old enough to sustain a flame for a minute.

Jon nodded, looking up at Lyandra as the she-dragon flew loops in the sky. He watched as she flew between the clouds and then seemed to hover for a second before dipping down, heading to the ground to land. "I am never warging into her mind again."

Harry grinned a little, peering at him. "Flying is an acquired taste, I suppose."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Flying is one thing. Warging into the mind of a dragon is another."

"I'll take your word for it," Harry said, as they watched Lyandra land near them and lope over to Jon's side. "See you on the other side then."

Jon nodded before walking up on Lyandra's foreleg and settling himself onto her back, feeling his bond with her fill with excitement. This bond between them was unlike the one he had had with the dragon from the wizarding bank. This one felt strong and permanent, with the she-dragon able to feel whenever Jon needed help.

Lyandra waited until he was settled before leaping up into the air and flying straight to the castle. Jon looked down at the ground, seeing the white flash of Ghost loping towards Harry. The direwolf would be following Harry during whatever battle came their way.

"Mr Potter, are the dragons…" Professor McGonagall trailed off, as they watched both dragons fly about the castle, letting out roars towards the approaching Death Eaters and Snatchers.

"They're on our side," Harry said, gesturing to the silver one. Ghost stood at his feet, quiet but alert, his ears perked up to listen. "The rider on that one is my boyfriend and the golden one is mine."

Minerva blinked and peered at Harry Potter, looking over her previous student. "You've certainly been busy."

"In more ways than one," Harry replied, grinning widely before taking off after Luna for the Ravenclaw common room.

Voldemort cursed another Death Eater as they witnessed one of the dragons burn up a giant. The wizarding shield was down around the castle and the battles were fierce, student against adult and through it all, Voldemort could see Harry, his mortal enemy flanked by his friends.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air and he hissed out a breath, seeing the giant wolf next to Harry take down another one of his minions. The wolf leapt at the Snatcher's throat, ripping it out within minutes. Blood spurted out, covering the nearest stone posts.

Greyback roared and charged Potter and his friends before the white blur collided with him. The wolf was silent in its' attack, fangs bared and ears pinned as it attacked, no sound coming from its' throat.

"Get the wolf!" Voldemort shouted, his voice magnified by magic. He spotted the silver dragon and its' rider again, as they dipped down to hover in the courtyard. The dragon blew out a gust of flame at another Death Eater that wasn't paying attention, burning the guy to ash within seconds. Screams echoed throughout the stone castle.

"I've got to," Harry whispered, adrenaline flowing through his body, sweat dripping down his back and magic flaring around him. Jon stood in front of him, holding his sword in one hand, the blade dripping with blood and glowing slightly from the curses it had absorbed.

"Harry. You heard the monster," Jon muttered, looking at him with narrowed grey eyes. "He will kill you."

"I have to. The memories… What my mother caused… Jon…" Harry stopped, looking to Ron and Hermione before refocusing on Jon. "Do you want me to take you back to Westeros?"

Jon stilled, taking a step closer to him. Ghost stood between them, his fangs and claws bloody. The direwolf's fur was coated in blood too, droplets of blood and bits of brain matter strewn across the white fur. "No. I am staying with you."

"Even though I might die and then you would be stuck here?"

"Aye, I am."

Harry sucked in a tight breath before tugging Jon into a brief but intense kiss, walking off a moment later. Ghost's tail lowered even more but he stayed put, trotting off a minute later. Jon watched Harry go and turned to look at Ron and Hermione, seeing Hermione dry her tears.

"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!"

Neville was a little apprehensive when the giant wolf that was Jon's came up to him but when Voldemort's snake slithered towards him, he charged. The wolf charged with him, not even making a sound as wolf and snake collided with a loud thump. Neville drew Gryffindor's sword, watching as the wolf bit into the snake. The snake screamed, turning around to bite into the wolf's fur and Neville stepped in, swinging the blade right at Nagini's head, slicing it clean off.

The wolf swayed before him as the snake fell to the floor, dead. Neville winced as the giant wolf collapsed to the stone floor, twitching and writhing, "Jon!"

He could hear one of the dragon's roaring outside and then he heard the loud thump of one of them landing, with Jon running in a second later. "Neville! Ghost?"

"Nagini bit him," Neville said, his heart beating so very fast. "Harry?"

"He's okay. He has his cloak," Jon whispered, reaching out to stroke Ghost's fur. "Come on, boy. Harry said there was a wing with..."

"Hospital wing? Right this way," Neville said, gesturing over to the great entry way and the stairs. He watched as Jon scooped up Ghost and then led Harry's boyfriend up to the top floor, to the hospital wing.

The sun rose on the morning Harry defeated Voldemort, with two dragons flying outside and Jon by his side. The remaining aurors had arrived to clean up and celebrate and the great hall had been haphazardly filled with tables and laughter again. The Weasleys had come out all okay and Ron and Hermione had kissed.

"Is Ghost okay?"

"Your lady said she would do her best," Jon whispered, leaning against Harry and feeling him do the same.

"Pomfrey is the best healer I know of. If anyone can heal that snake bite, it's her. And Ghost's pretty tough. If nothing works, I can drip a few tears on him," Harry said, glancing out at the hall. Everyone was sitting together, no separation between houses. Sirius and Remus were kissing in one corner, all wrapped up together. Harry grinned and turned to Jon. "How about we go home after Ghost gets better?"

"Home? Westeros is my home but yours…"

"I'd prefer somewhere that doesn't know me by the boy who lived," Harry explained, shrugging. "I killed Voldemort. I'm done here."

"Easy, Ghost," Harry whispered, letting the direwolf lean on him as he said goodbye to Hermione and Ron and Sirius and Remus. Ghost was between him and Jon, supported by the both of them. Pomfrey had removed every single bit of the venom just in time but it had left Ghost weak. Jon had offered to carry him but Ghost had swayed away from either of them so they let him be. The warmth from the wolf melted into him and he grinned, seeing Ron and Hermione hug. "It's about time."

Ron laughed and Hermione snorted, wiping away a few tears.

Lyandra and Godric flanked the three of them, their hot breath steaming onto them. The big beasts were of course coming with them and both their riders could feel their almost eager need to explore Westeros.

"Harry, I packed your trunk for you," Hermione said, her hand tightly gripping Ron's. "Be safe and have… have fun. Don't get into too much trouble."

Harry snorted and Jon sighed.

"You know me and trouble," Harry said, grinning a little. "I might come back soon. It's not like this is permanent."

He had said goodbye to Sirius and Remus last night so he reached inside himself, pulling on the phoenix powers that he had developed and wrapped them around Ghost, Jon, Lyandra and Godric. They vanished within a minute and reappeared in Westeros, right in the courtyard of Winterfell.

Everyone one around them froze, stopped what they were doing. Mikken, the blacksmith, stilled. Hodor trembled then ran off in the direction of Old Nan's room.

Harry and Jon exchanged glances, noting the stillness and emptiness of the keep.

"What happened while I was gone?" Jon muttered, glancing around for Robb or Lord Stark or even Lady Catelyn. They saw Maester Luwin come out of the keep and hurried over to greet him.

Luwin's eyes widened as he saw them and the two dragons behind them. "Jon? What in the name of the Seven has happened?"

"I'm a Targaryen. Where is everyone?"

Luwin dipped his head in a nod, still more than slightly frozen in shock. "Lord Stark went south with the king, to be his Hand, and is now a prisoner of the Queen and the new King Joffrey. Your brother, Robb, went south with the full host of the North and your mother to rescue him. Bran fell from the tower and now can't walk. Sansa and Arya are captives of the crown. The riverlands are on fire."

"Uh… Can we go back to England?" Harry questioned faintly, exchanging a bewildered look with Jon, who looked as shocked as he did. At Maester Luwin's look, Harry shrugged. "I was joking. Mostly."

Jon snorted. "Too much trouble for you?"

"I was joking!" Harry argued, turning around and following Jon. Ghost loped over and into the godswood as they heard the joyful howls of Summer and Shaggydog. He climbed up onto Godric's back, watching as Jon did the same with Lyandra, and the dragons leapt up into the air with one smooth stride.

Luwin watched as the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen flew off on the back of a dragon, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at the thought of dragons being back.