Sirius ambled through the halls of Hogwarts in his animagus form, prowling about for the rat. He sniffed corners and went down into the dungeons, his claws scratching away on the stone floor as he walked. Walking through Hogwarts brought back memories, happy and playful memories that only ended in grief four years later as James and Lily were killed.

The paintings over him muttered to keep it down, his claws were waking them up. Sirius huffed out a snort, his tail between his legs as he strolled up a set of stairs, back into the big entry way, with the great door behind him. All of his attention was on sniffing out the rat so he did not notice the great beast behind him. It was better in here than out there, with the dementors so he continued walking and just as he was about to nudge his way into the great hall, something… picked him up in its' jaws.

Sirius thrashed about, unable to move in the mouth of whatever or whoever had him. But the creature must have been massive, able to pick him up… and start to walk. Sirius let out a strangled bark and was just able to turn his head to see what had him, nearly fainting when he saw the great animal.

It was massive… and white… and a lion. The white lion was tall, great, as big as Remus in his wolf form when he stood up on his hind legs. Sirius froze in its mouth and just out of the corner of his eye, saw a hint of green in the lion's golden eyes. Potter green. The lion returned his gaze then took off, still carrying him in its mouth.

The lion loped up the grand staircase, trotted through the hallway and jumped onto a moving stair, letting it take them all the way up the seventh floor of the castle, where the Gryffindor tower was. Sirius just sighed, keeping still as he didn't want to accidentally jostle the lion into digging its teeth in further.

The lion stopped right at the painting with the fat lady. Sirius narrowed his eyes as the painting let them through, wondering why the painting would let a lion in, much less with a wild, mangy looking dog in its mouth. The lion loped through the common room door, pausing briefly then walked over to the fireplace. The lion then deposited Sirius on the cozy looking rug and lay down, placing a paw on Sirius/Padfoot's back.

"Padfoot?"

Sirius glanced up to the doorway to the boy's dormitory and watched as his godson walked down to the steps. Harry looked good, healthy, sturdy, and bemused. He was as tall as James was when they were in their third year but there was also a white glow to his green eyes. Sirius barked, trying to warn him about the lion who was currently holding him down, when Harry held out a hand.

"Godric, let him go," Harry said, his lips twitching up into a lazy, tired grin. "I only had you bring him up here."

The paw sitting on Sirius' back was removed and he shuffled out, shifting back to human legs. "Harry?"

Sirius watched as the lion curled up near the fire, placing its massive head on its paws to watch them.

"You didn't sell out my dad and mum, did you?"

Sirius shook his head, vehemently. "Of course not, prongslet. I would never! I wasn't even their secret keeper to begin with. That was all Peter!"

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Besides, what's with the lion?" Sirius asked.

"His name's Godric."

"Not what I meant."

"It's… complicated," Harry offered, grinning a little wistfully. "I've had to stop him from eating Scabbers but he's my friend."

"Scabbers?"

"Ron's rat."

"A rat?" Sirius repeated, eyes narrowing.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Does this Scabbers have only four toes on one paw?"

Harry blinked, glanced at Godric behind them, then eyed Sirius. Sirius could see Harry thinking then a minute later, his godson's eyes turned white, glowed. Godric sat up behind them, stood up, stretched, and trotted off, up to the boy's dorm.

"Harry?"

No response.

Sirius stared, walked over to stop in front of Harry and snapped his fingers. Still nothing. He glanced up to where Godric had gone, heard a low growl then the scream of a rat. Mere moments later, Godric the white lion stalked back down the stairs, golden with a hint of green, eyes proud and smug, as the animal prowled over to sit by Harry. Sirius watched, bewildered, as the lion proceeded to bend down, opened his mouth under a paw then stepped back. The lion's paw was still over something small, claws out like a cage.

"You're looking for the actual secret keeper, aren't you?" Harry asked, drawing Sirius' attention. Harry's eyes were back to green and narrowed dangerously. "Looking for Wormtail. He was the one who sold my parents out, wasn't he?"

Sirius nodded. "Harry, what's going on? What kind of magic is this?"

Harry grinned a little. "Long story, Padfoot. Now let's see if we can't fix this problem ourselves."


The summer in between third year and fourth went far better than any other summer. He stayed with Sirius, who had just gotten an actual trial, and Remus, who had been beyond heartbroken that he had been wrong about Sirius. Harry had actually walked in on the two men kissing a few weeks into the summer, winked at them, then walked off, Godric on his heels.

Remus had actually sat down at breakfast one morning and asked Harry where Godric had come from. The three of them and Godric had moved into the Potter mansion on the outskirts of London, with plenty of space for the lion to roam freely and hunt. Dobby and Kreacher had made sure there were enough animals for the big lion to catch.

"Yeah, Harry, what's with the lion? You never really answered that question during school," Sirius commented, taking a sip of his coffee. "Godric's not from the wizarding world and I've never seen a white lion that big in the muggle world."

"Was it a spell accident?" Remus asked, sitting down right next to Sirius and raising an eyebrow.

"No," Harry offered, seeing Godric come in through the kitchen from the cat door they had installed. Dobby had helped them put together a door big enough to allow Godric easy access and the lion enjoyed it. Though Harry had stopped the lion from taking a kill inside. Kreacher had thrown a fit the first time Godric had done that. "He's not a spell accident and he's not from here."

"Not from here?"

"He's… from a parallel world," Harry explained, shrugging. "I go there every so often to see a friend and I found Godric on one of those trips."

Sirius and Remus stared. Sirius blinked, turning to look at Remus with a questioning look. "A parallel world? Harry, are you sure you aren't dreaming or under the influence of a spell?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm not. It's not a coincidence that right after second year, I vanished with Godric and Joanna and then came back with only Godric."

"Joanna?" Sirius repeated.

Harry grinned, thinking about Prince Rhaegar on Joanna's back two years ago. "Hagrid had bought a dragon in my first year and then I raised her, naming the dragon after my friend's mother."

"You raised a dragon."

Remus stared at him, blinking.

"Yes. Is there a problem with that? I asked Charlie for tips," Harry offered, stroking Godric's mane as the big lion walked up to him and curled up at his legs. Godric was tall and big enough to reach up to Harry's seat, even laying down, so he didn't have to reach down very far to pet him.

"You could have gotten eaten," Sirius tried, his lips twitching up into a grin.

"Jo took a liking to me," Harry argued. "Besides, Joanna's with Rhaegar now."


Jaime sighed and walked after his father, glancing up at Riverrun and shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun. His father was intent on betrothing him to Lysa Tully, on having Jaime marry into House Riverrun, but he really… did not want to. The Lannister bannermen that his father had brought with him had stayed to camp outside the castle. The Tully men at arms in the castle courtyard all stared at them, with most of them staring at Jaime because everyone knew that he was the squire to the soon to be king.

He watched as Lord Tywin met with Lord Hoster, exchanging pleasantries and small talk. Of course, Cersei had offered to get him a place on the kingsguard, to get him out of the marriage. He just wished that Harry was here so that he could take his mind off of this. Or Rhaegar but the prince was getting ready for his coronation and was too busy. Mayhap Rhaegar could force his father into not marrying him off, scare the Tully's off with Joanna. Jaime snorted at the idea, imagining Rhaegar appearing on Joanna in the middle of Riverrun. The idea that the dragons were back had not fully died down. People had still come to the capital in the hopes of seeing the dragon just last week.

And then there was the fact that the dragon had scorched King Aerys three months ago. Jaime had witnessed that, had witnessed King Aerys getting madder and madder with the urge to ride his son's dragon. Rhaegar had tried to stop his father and so had Jaime but they weren't able to stop the king, who had Ser Jonothor of the kingsguard pull Rhaegar off.

He nodded at Lord Hoster, who spared a glance to him, then the two lords walked further into the keep, stepping in the door to the great keep. Jaime glanced around the keep, stopping in the entry hall and looking around.

It wasn't nearly as great or big as Casterly Rock or King's Landing but it was… tolerable. He was about to head off in the direction of the walls, get some distance from what was happening when he heard a faint lion's roar. A familiar roar. He grinned and stayed where he was, hoping that he hadn't just heard things, that his mind hadn't been playing tricks on him. But after a few minutes, he couldn't see anything nor hear anything.

He was about to walk off, shoulders drooping with disappointment, when he saw the Riverrun men at arms all stop again. Their eyes were wide and Jaime glanced up into the sky, thinking that Rhaegar had actually arrived on Joanna, but he didn't see anything.

"Turn around, Jaime."

The little nudge to his upper back made him jump and he would deny it to his dying day that he let out a strangled yelp. His hand dropped to his sword as he turned around, eyes widening when he saw Godric right in front of him. Harry was…

"Are you planning on riding him into battle?" Jaime questioned, crossing his arms in disbelief. Harry was sitting right on Godric's back, his green eyes lit up with excitement and a hefty amount of fond exasperation. The big lion nudged him again, his nose snuffling at his armor. Harry was wearing the familiar robes that Jaime had seen him in last time but there was a weariness to his green eyes. One that Jaime often saw on Prince Rhaegar's.

Harry snorted, shaking his head and sliding off Godric's back. The lion backed up a pace, turned to look around the courtyard. "I was just on his back a few minutes ago, curled up in the Gryffindor common room. I was not going into battle."

"Good. There's no war in Westeros anyway."

"Where are we anyway?" Harry asked, looking around. "I would recognize Casterly Rock and Griffin's Roost and we're not in either of those castles."

"Riverrun," Jaime answered, sighing again. "Has Godric eaten recently?"

"I just fed him an hour ago so no. Why… Riverrun's House Tully, right?"

"Yes."

Harry raised an eyebrow, studied Jaime briefly before looking around, peering up at the walls. "You want to go up there and talk?"

"Who said I wanted to talk?"

"Oh, come on, Jaime. The view ought to be good," Harry retorted, tugging him over to the walls and up the stairway. Jaime shrugged as he followed Harry, hearing Godric pad up the stairs behind them. The few Tully bannermen on the walkway around the walls stared at the three of them, their eyes widening especially at Godric.

Jaime watched as Harry walked over to the edge of the walkway, peering out over the walls and battlements. The rivers that flowed around Riverrun were loud, speeding along their chosen path. The sun hit them straight on, making Godric's coat almost shine. Godric raised up on his hind legs and propped his front legs up on the battlement, looking out over the castle. The lion's tail swished back and forth lazily, almost hitting Jaime as he moved to stand beside Harry.

"Your father is trying to get you betrothed, correct?"

He turned to look at the other young man. They were both ten and four, with Harry maybe an inch taller than him. Harry's black hair had grown longer than it had been the last time they had seen each other, long enough to reach Harry's shoulders.

"Yes. To Lysa Tully," Jaime muttered, shuddering slightly. "I don't want to marry a Tully girl."

"At least you don't have threats on your life regularly," Harry said, wrinkling his nose. Godric growled low in his throat, still half on the battlement then roared, loud and menacing. The Tully bannermen that were still on the walkways covered their ears and backed up even more, eyes wide and face pale. But they stayed on the wall. Jaime could hear at least one muttering about how Harry was Prince Rhaegar's friend.

"What happened?" Jaime asked, seeing Harry's grimace.

"The man that tried to kill me when I was two is back," Harry explained wearily. "He came back, kidnapped me for a few hours, and regained his body."

"That sounds… pleasant."

Harry snorted. "Godric would not leave my side for three days afterward and that was just two weeks ago."

"What do you mean, regained his body? Was that blood magic?"

"I don't give a shit what it was," Harry retorted, glancing down at Godric then at Jaime. "Voldemort is back and that means... "

"He's going to try to kill you again."

"Yeah."

"Sounds fun."

"Jaime!"

"It's more fun than getting betrothed to a stupid girl."

"You ever met her?"

"No, but people talk."

"There any way of getting out of it?" Harry finally asked a few minutes later. Jaime sighed, hearing Harry take a step closer towards him.

"Cersei did offer to get me into the kingsguard," Jaime replied, shrugging. "If I joined, it would make me just another knight, at least when I get knighted. Tyrion would be heir to Casterly Rock, not me."

"That wouldn't be that bad, right? You've said you don't like politics and the Lord of Casterly Rock has to deal with the politics of the Westerlands."

"There is also the fact that I wouldn't have to deal with King Aerys. Rhaegar has not said much about his father to me but the times that I have seen him…"

"What do you mean, you wouldn't have to deal with King Aerys? Did something happen?"

Jaime grimaced, turning to look at Harry. "Joanna burned him to death."

"Oh. That's… nice, I suppose."

Harry's eyes widened, turning to look at Jaime with a question in his eyes. "It is good, right?"

Jaime laughed and Harry swatted him, crossing his arms in expectation of an answer.

"Prince Rhaegar looks better now, more at ease in the capital," Jaime said, shrugging a little. "The queen does not look as haunted as she used to."


Harry urged his horse forward after Jaime's, looking up at King's Landing as they rode in. There were Targaryen banners all around the city, flowers thrown in the street and colorful streamers wrapped around the buildings all in honor of the upcoming coronation tomorrow. They had left Riverrun a few days ago, to assist Rhaegar with anything.

"Is Rhaegar… married already?" Harry asked, as they rode through the gate to the Red Keep. The castle was big, built with pale stone, and quite a sight to see. Hogwarts was Harry's home but this… The Red Keep was beautiful. "Or does he need to find a wife?"

Jaime pulled his horse to a stop and Harry did too, dismounting easily enough. Each time that he had come here, he had ridden a lot, at first taught by the stablemaster of Casterly Rock. Godric paced beside him, sniffing the air around the courtyard. The big lion was a little anxious but since they had been around a lot of people before, it hopefully wouldn't be too hard for him.

"He was wed to Elia Martell a year ago," Jaime replied, as servants came to get their horses. "Come on. Rhaegar will want to see you."

A roar proceeded Joanna dropping in from the sky, circling above them and landing not a minute later. Harry smiled and ran over to the dragon, who had grown much bigger in the two years that he had been gone.

"Hey, Jo," Harry whispered, laughing when she threw her head down to nudge him playfully. Her wings were long and her body was about the size of an elephant. She was now much taller than him, by several feet. Godric raced over towards her and Harry quickly stepped out of the way, as several hundred pounds of lion met several hundred pounds of dragon.

Godric collided with Joanna with a loud thump, causing Joanna to squeal.

Harry's eyes widened as the lion and dragon playfully stalked one another, with Joanna finally pinning Godric to the ground with her wings.

"That… is not something you see everyday."

Harry turned, grinning at the sight of Prince Rhaegar walking out of the Red Keep. He was followed by his kingsguard, the only two men that Harry recognized being Ser Arthur and Ser Lewyn.

"Alright, who is torturing my dragon?" Rhaegar stopped a few feet before them, his purple eyes soft with happiness when he saw Harry. "Harry. Godric. It's been a few years, hasn't it?"

"Two years," Jaime remarked. "Not that anyone's counting."

Harry snorted. "I hear you're about to be king. Godric, what are you doing?"

Godric was now on his feet again, raising his head up towards Joanna's head as the dragon lowered down to sniff the lion. It kind of looked like they were about to lick each other from this angle. Harry rolled his eyes before turning back to Rhaegar, taking in the prince's appearance.

Prince Rhaegar looked… lighter than when Harry had last seen him. Maybe it was because of Joanna or perhaps it was that King Aerys was dead. But Rhaegar didn't look like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders anymore. From what Jaime had told him, Aerys had not been a good father or a good king at the end of his life.

"I am," Rhaegar spoke, gesturing back to the Red Keep. "Jaime, why don't you go make sure there is a room for Harry and meet us in my solar."

"Yes, ser."

Harry watched as Jaime walked off, into the Red Keep, and then raised an eyebrow. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

Rhaegar watched as Jaime left too then held out his arm.

Harry stared at him then shrugged, reaching out his arm and letting Rhaegar guide him into the Red Keep. "Godric will be fine out here, right?"

"Everyone knows to not disturb Joanna and they won't disturb Godric."

Harry looked up at the tall ceiling of the Red Keep as they walked into the building, taking in the beautiful artwork that framed the walls. As they passed what he guessed was the throne room, he saw dragon skulls hanging on the walls. "Is there something wrong?"

"Is it possible for you to bring me another dragon? Or to hatch another dragon?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rhaegar out of the corner of his eye. "Another dream?"

"No. I believe Joanna is lonely," Rhaegar offered, as they walked throughout the Red Keep. The stonework was lovely, offering beautiful views of the city around them. "Besides, I will need more eventually. My children will want a dragon each. My mother is pregnant once again too."

"Oh, that's wonderful! Okay, I'll see what I can do," Harry offered, as Rhaegar finally brought them to a door. He felt like this hall and this room were at the very back end of the Red Keep but apparently it wasn't. A young woman was walking around the corner opposite them, followed by other younger women. "No guarantees though."

"Ah, Elia, I wanted you to meet my friend." Rhaegar gestured to Harry. "This is Harry Potter, the young man who brought Joanna to me."

Princess Elia Martell stopped in front of Harry and Rhaegar, her black eyes studying them briefly before smiling. She had long, beautiful, dark hair and an easy smile. She was also very much pregnant, her belly large with child.

"It is certainly an honor to meet you, my lady," Harry spoke. "I see congratulations are in order."

Elia grinned and rubbed her stomach. "Thank you. I have heard so much about you already, the black lion."

Harry's eyes widened.

"You and Jaime are attached at the hip, when you are in Westeros," Elia remarked. "Godric has also made an impact on the country."


"The soon to be queen called me the black lion," Harry grumbled, glaring at Jaime as they stood in the front of the throne room the next day. Several lords and their ladies were behind them, waiting for their prince to arrive at the coronation ceremony. Princess Elia was standing next to the throne, one member of the kingsguard, Ser Oswell standing behind her. Joanna was lazily sprawled out on the other side of the Iron Throne, smoke occasionally coming out of her mouth. Godric was curled up next to him, growling at any person who dared come too close.

"I think Prince Rhaegar started that," Jaime whispered, his lips twitching up into a grin. "You're like the Blackfish. Harry the Blacklion."

"That implies that we're together or that your father adopted me while I was gone."

It was silent for a few moments and as Harry turned to see what was wrong, Prince Rhaegar walked in. The lords and ladies went silent then a cheer went up, a deafening sound that was joined by Joanna roaring. Rhaegar walked down the aisle in the middle of the throne room and stopped by the throne. Harry grinned before turning to look at Jaime, whose cheeks were red.

"Jaime?"

Grand Maester Pycelle, who Harry had met a few hours ago, walked up to stand in front of Rhaegar. The maester had a crown in his hand, one that was slender and small, made of gold. It was just a subtle gold band, nothing fancy.

"I now proclaim Rhaegar, of the House Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms."

Pycelle lowered the crown to Rhaegar's head then stepped away.

"Long may he reign!"

The lords and ladies behind them all cheered, jubilant cries of joy.


The feast that followed was double, triple the size of regular Hogwarts' feasts and so many people. The food was delicious and the company good. Harry sat next to Jaime at the table right below the dais of the great hall. The newly crowned king and queen sat in the middle of the dais, with Queen Regent Rhaella sitting to one side and Prince Oberyn Martell sitting on the other.

Harry had to maneuver through the crowds at one point to get some air during the evening. Though it was easy enough, seeing as how most of the men and women were scared of Godric. He walked over to a balcony on the east side of the great hall and sat down on the edge, pondering Voldemort and the times ahead of him back in England. Godric sat down next to him too, keeping him company.

"I don't know how those lords do it."

Harry glanced up at Jaime as the other young man sat down next to him.

"They're born into the position," Harry said, shrugging. "They learn. Besides, didn't you learn from Maester Creylen and Lord Tywin? You are the heir to Casterly Rock."

"Yes. That doesn't mean I would enjoy being lord," Jaime retorted.

Harry nodded then turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Why were you silent when I asked about my nickname?"

"Harry…" Jaime turned away, looking to the north of the city.

Something in Jaime's voice made Harry want to know more, reaching out a hand to grasp Jaime's chin and turn him back towards him. Harry caught Jaime's eyes and then hesitantly closed the distance between them, touching his lips to Jaime's.

Jaime let out a strangled groan as Harry closed the distance, their lips touching. Harry pulled back almost immediately, his eyes wide with caution.

"Am I… Did I- Oomph!"

Jaime pulled Harry back in, fisting his hands in the robes that Harry usually always wore when he arrived. Harry grinned into the kiss, deepening it, wrapping his arms around Jaime to pull him in closer. Their mouths moved together until they were interrupted by a low growl from Godric, who had set himself between the door to the balcony to keep watch. Prince Viserys had stopped in front of Godric then had very quietly backed away from the lion, a frown on his lips.

"So that's why you were quiet," Harry spoke, watching as Jaime stared at him, his light green eyes wide and breathing heavily. "You're mine."

Jaime snorted and elbowed him. "Better you than Lysa Tully."

Harry laughed out loud, causing Godric to turn and look at them skeptically.


Harry and Godric left Westeros the next morning, ending up in a familiar alley way near Privet Drive. He sighed, memories of Rhaegar's coronation running through his mind and memories of his kiss with Jaime were bright. Going back to England and to the Dursley's and to Voldemort was… disappointing. He would much rather have stayed in Westeros and left Voldemort to someone else.