The bells rang all throughout the city in an eerie tone, with the sun rising in the sky to accompany them. People flocked to the Sept of Baelor and Arya followed them, keeping to the alley ways to avoid notice from the gold cloaks and Lannister soldiers. Her heart beat so fast she thought it would jump out of her chest as she ran up the stairs. She wondered if the Queen was dead too and hoped that that was the case, that it was why the bells were being rung.

She ran up multiple sets of stairs and ran into the mob of people that were standing before the great sept. She jumped up onto her tip toes, trying to see what people were seeing, and listened. She heard jeering and booing, people muttering about the traitorous Hand of the King. She wished Nymeria was here. That would make people move out of her way. She wished… She squeezed her way up and onto the statue of Baelor, the septon-king, and stared, as she saw her father get pulled out from the dungeons.

Her heart did flips in her chest as she took in the sight before her, seeing the King's Justice, Ser Ilyn Payne, stand behind Ned. Her father was standing on the stone before the steps up to the Sept and her sister was standing right next to the Queen and the new King Joffrey.

"I am Eddard Stark, Hand of the King. I knowingly committed treason. Before my king was dead, I plotted to kill his son and take the throne for myself."

The jeers and hisses grew in volume and Arya reached for Needle, the sword that Jon had given her before he had left. She wished he was here now and mayhaps he could rescue their father. Someone threw a rotten piece of bread at Ned and it hit him right on his head. She watched as he was pushed back upright by one of Joffrey's kingsguard then continued on.

"Joffrey Baratheon is the rightful heir to the throne," Ned spoke, his skin pale and favoring his right leg.

Arya jumped off of the statue and headed right for the platform, only to be caught. She heard Grand Maester Pycelle speak but she missed it, the crowd getting louder and angrier.

"The Queen has asked me to send the traitor to the Night's Watch. My Lady Sansa has asked me to pardon her father," King Joffrey said, as Arya watched. Sansa smiled at Joffrey and Arya grimaced. She wouldn't marry Joffrey if he was the last boy in Westeros.

"They are women with soft hearts! Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!" Joffrey shouted, smirking in glee.

Arya froze and glared up at the man who had caught her, finally recognizing Yoren from the Night's Watch. "Let me go!"

Sansa screamed and Arya could see her sister being held back by someone. There was chaos on the dais, the Queen muttering to her son to stop this. Ser Ilyn was putting on his executioner hood and Arya yelled again, kicking out at Yoren to let her go. The sun disappeared from the sky and a even louder, inhuman roar filled the air. People screamed as they looked up and some jeered, throwing stuff at the traitorous lord.

Yoren held her fast and Sansa screamed again.

Arya tried to get away from Yoren again, tried to catch a glimpse of her father. Ned had been forced to kneel at the executioner's block and Ser Ilyn was drawing Ice out of its' sheath.

Another roar drew her attention and she blinked, freezing at the sight. Her eyes went wide as she watched the two… dragons circle in to land. Her breath caught and people fled from the beasts while the goldcloaks and Lannister men drew bows. Dragons. Dragons were in Westeros. One gold and one silver and… Jon. Jon was on the back of the silver one, as both dragons came into drop down onto the wall behind her father and the Lannister men.

The gold dragon dropped down onto the stone ground, flattening the flags of the sept and letting out a loud roar. Joffrey yelled out and the dragon blinked its' golden red eyes at him and snapped. Arya laughed and Yoren's grip loosened just the tiniest amount, allowing her to flee.

"I believe you have something of ours, King Joffrey," Harry spoke, from where he was on the back of the golden dragon.

The silver dragon dropped down too, only landing in front of Ned. Arya watched as Jon dropped down, drawing a blade that shone like Valyrian steel. She ran through the last remaining people and right up to Jon, who startled, eyes widening a little.

"You're a dragon rider?!" Arya exclaimed over the loud sounds of the crowd fleeing.

Jon nodded, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "I am. I missed you, Arya."

"I missed you too! Father!"

Arya and Sansa both collided as they ran over to their father. Ned let out a strangled cry and wrapped them both up in a tight hug. "My girls. I am sorry."

"Lady Sansa, Lord Stark…"

"Littlefinger…" Ned trailed off, as he pulled away from them.

Jon and Harry were both standing in front of the three of them and the two dragons were flanking them. Joffrey and the Queen had long since been pulled into a the circle of kingsguard and Lannister guards, their faces pale. Joffrey was still shouting at the guards to stop them and Arya laughed as one did try, only to get burned to ashes by the gold dragon.

Lord Baelish approached them and the silver dragon hissed out a warning, its' wings flaring threateningly. Two Lannister guards flanked him, the men walking around the dragon entirely only to meet Jon's blade.

Harry backed up to them, meeting Arya's eyes. "Long time no see. Lord Stark."

Arya saw Jon impale one of the Lannister men and cut off the hand of another with a quick swipe of his sword.

"Harry." Ned said, his voice dry and weak but steady. "I was under the belief that you were japing about giving my nephew a dragon."

Harry paled, grinned a little. "It wasn't my idea for the eggs to hatch. Anyway, they'll make for a quick getaway."

"Lord Stark, I apologize-"

Another scream filled the air and was quickly cut off as the silver dragon reached out and snapped up Lord Baelish, biting into him and breaking him into pieces. Blood and guts sprayed everywhere and Sansa paled but didn't move from Ned's side.

Jon walked back to them after taking care of another goldcloak. "We need to go."

"Can you walk?" Harry questioned, catching Lord Stark's eyes.

"I can." Ned slowly stood up, staring at the two dragons that were keeping people from getting even remotely close to them. "Prince Jon Targaryen."

Jon stiffened, his shoulders curling inward, but dipped his head in a nod.

Sansa blinked and Arya raised an eyebrow.

"You're a Prince and a Targaryen?" Arya questioned, her eyes wide.

"Let's discuss this later," Jon murmured, grinning a little. "Arya, you can either ride Godric or Lyandra. Your choice."

"Lyandra?" Ned echoed, falling a little before Harry caught him.

"I named her after my mother," Jon explained, gesturing to the silver beast. "Godric's Harry's."

"You had best come with me, Lord Stark," Harry spoke, raising his voice a little over Joffrey's shouting. "I can keep an eye on your leg that way."

Arya followed Jon over to his dragon, taking Jon's helping hand in climbing onto the back of the silver beast. She grinned, settling in and grabbing ahold of a spike and watched as Sansa followed. She could see Harry helping Ned aboard the other dragon and as soon as Sansa was settled, the dragon beneath them jumped up into the air.

They left behind King's Landing on dragon wings, swooping just a little ways beneath the clouds.

It was dark by the time they reached the riverlands and Harry could see multiple fires burning on their way to Riverrun. The moon and stars were out, shining down on the river below them as they flew above it. They had followed the kingsroad before turning west towards the seat of the riverlands and where Robb and Catelyn were.

Jon had seen the banners of House Stark on the ground as they were flying to King's Landing but they had both decided to go to the capital first. And Harry had seen Jon's grimace when they had arrived in King's Landing and had seen the steps leading to the Sept.

Ned was sitting behind him on Godric's back and Harry had had to cast two healing spells in the air, one to clean up the infection and the other to further mend the injury. They saw the torches of the camps before they saw Riverrun and he could see various men and horses walking about the Northern camps, some yelling about the dragons they were seeing.

Jon and Lyandra were flying ahead and Harry saw Jon turn around, only to point at a clearing near the Stark camp. Harry nodded and Godric followed the she-dragon down to the ground. Arya jumped down without any hesitation, exclaiming about being able to ride a dragon. Sansa more or less slid down, still pale and shocked over what had happened in King's Landing.

They were greeted by Ser Rodrik and Robb, whose eyes were wide and getting wider. A crowd of northerners gathered around them, giving the dragons a wide berth. Harry didn't particularly recognize any of them but he figured he would in time.

"My lord!"

"Father!"

Harry helped Ned down, keeping his aid subtle, before they both saw Lady Catelyn race over. The Lady of Winterfell was shocked, her blue eyes wide before Catelyn hurried over to embrace Ned, tears falling down her face.

Jon sidled over to Harry's side and they both exchanged glances, smiling a little.

AN: So I kind of veered off from the 5+1 things but I figure I'll just finish off what I was planning. There will be one more chapter to go with this story.

I hope you guys are enjoying it!