Harry sighed, sitting down on his bed at Grimmauld Place as soon as he got back from Hogwarts for the year. Godric peered at him from the doorway, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Both Sirius and Remus were talking with the rest of the Order of the Phoenix downstairs in the dining room, speaking about plans and what to do now.

"This is worse than fifth year, Godric," Harry muttered. "At least then, I got to look at Fudge's face when he realized that Voldemort was back. Now? Dumbledore is dead and war is coming, sooner than later. I wish I was back in Westeros with Rhaegar and Jaime. At least, they don't have a war going on there."

"Rhaella and Elia were pregnant two years ago in Westeros. I wonder how the children are doing," Harry continued, watching as Godric padded over to him and sat down next to him. The white lion was big enough that Harry didn't have to reach down to pet him when he curled up.

Harry wondered how Jaime was doing, if he had gotten married to the Tully girl after all. But then again… that kiss that they had shared during the feast for Rhaegar's coronation… He grinned at the memory, knowing that Jaime wouldn't have gotten married. The man had probably taken Cersei's offer and joined the kingsguard, assuming Rhaegar had knighted him. Harry stiffened abruptly then laughed under his breath.

"I forgot to give him something for his nameday last time," Harry whispered, stroking Godric's fluffy mane. "Hmm, perhaps a sword. I wonder… Would it work if I summoned something from Westeros? Our worlds do seem to be connected, if my trips are any indication."

Godric peered up at him, yowled quietly, as if asking what Harry was talking about.

"House Lannister's ancestral Valyrian sword was Brightroar," Harry said. "If I recall correctly, Jaime said it had gotten lost when a Lannister king took it with him to see if anything still remained in Valyria."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "And better if Jaime has it than Tywin. At least, if this works."

He closed his eyes, imagining Westeros, imagining the banner of House Lannister and whispered the summoning spell, feeling his magic curl around the words and pull. Harry reopened his eyes two minutes later to a sword on his lap. His eyes widened, looking it over. The sword was in a sheath but the pommel and the hilt showed and… it was definitely Brightroar. The pommel was not just any regular old metal. This was Valyrian steel, bright and gleaming, just what it was named for. The pommel was a lion's head, the mouth open on a roar.

Harry grinned, grasped the hot metal; wherever it had come from must have been somewhere hot. Maybe it had even come from Valyria itself. That was where King Tommen Lannister the second had lost it, at least that was what the story said. He stood up, unsheathed the sword and held it in his hand, swung it once, twice.

"Uh… Harry?"

Harry glanced up to see Sirius and Remus in the doorway, their eyes wide, as they watched him.

"What?"

"You look like you have a more than passing acquaintance with handling a sword," Remus commented.

"Yeah? I've… taken lessons," Harry replied, watching as Godric sniffed the air. The lion had taken to staying close to Harry ever since 4th year, ever since Harry left and then came back with a dead body from the graveyard. And now… war was coming.

"From whom?" Sirius asked, eying Godric cautiously, like the lion was about to pounce on him. Godric had sometimes taken to pouncing on Sirius when he was Padfoot, enjoying the sound Padfoot made when he was surprised. Though Godric never used his claws when he did.

"I've sparred with Jaime sometimes," Harry explained, resheathing Brightroar and placing it in the trunk that he always had with him. The trunk that would also come in handy when he left to take care of Voldemort's horcruxes. "I took some lessons with Casterly Rock's master at arms."

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look. Harry grinned and walked over to them, heading down to the kitchen to grab something to eat. "It's okay, Sirius. I can take care of myself when I go."

"Just keep Godric close!" Sirius yelled back.

At the end of fifth year, when Harry had confronted Voldemort and his Death Eaters in the ministry, Godric had ended up coming with him. At first, it had just been Harry and his friends but when Sirius and the other members of the Order had shown up, Godric had appeared too. Apparently, his lion had insisted on going with Sirius to rescue Harry and then had saved Sirius' life, jumping onto him and pushing him to the floor, to dodge Bellatrix' killing curse.


Cries came from the Queen's rooms, loud and distressing, as Jaime followed Rhaegar into the room and then stopped at the doorway. His white cloak fluttered in the slight breeze that came in through the window across from them. Ser Arthur stood on the other side of the doorway, as they guarded the king and queen.

They could hear Rhaella walk the hallways and knew that little Rhaenys was with her, kept away from where her mother was laboring. Rhaella also had Daenerys and Viserys with her, the adults not wanting the children to hear the cries of someone giving birth.

"Do you think Harry will be coming?" Ser Arthur asked, turning to look at him. "The Queen might need his help."

"I do not know," Jaime replied, shrugging. "I never know when Harry's going to be here. It's always chance that he arrives next to me or in front of me or running me over."

"Or on you," Arthur teased. "I've heard the stories from you."

Jaime snorted. "You know we can't take a lover."

"Ser Lewyn has a paramour," Arthur offered. "We would keep your secret."

A roar drew their attention to the window across from them, to where Joanna was hovering in the air, her eyes right on them. Another cry came from the room and Arthur winced, glancing into the room.

"Shall I send for Maester Pycelle?" Arthur asked, already raising an eyebrow in Jaime's direction. Jaime nodded, taking a step into the hallway towards where the maester kept his office.

"Yes, please, Arthur," King Rhaegar spoke, raising his voice. "Fetch Pycelle and let Lord Jon know that I will be indisposed."

"Very good, Rhaegar," Arthur answered.

Jaime was already moving, first to find Pycelle and then to let Rhaegar's Hand know that the king would not be attending court for a few days. He dropped his hand down to his sword and hastened down the stairs, calling out for the maester to be brought. A slightly startled roar made him stop mid step down another set of stairs and his balance was off. He tumbled down the rest of the stairs and would have injured himself had it not been for the giant lion in his way.

"Jaime?"

Hands came down to steady him as he landed on Godric's back.

"Harry."

A snort came from above at his annoyed tone and then he maneuvered his way back to standing, crossing his arms. Harry was looking at him, a teasing smile on his face, before slowly frowning. "What's wrong?"

"Queen Elia needs help," Jaime spoke. "She spent half a year abed after Rhaenys was born. Now...

Another cry split the air and Harry nodded, spared a look for what was beyond them. "Get back on Godric. We'll get there faster."

Jaime's eyes widened. "What."

"We're near the maester's chambers. The Queen's are up at the top of the Red Keep, are they not?"

Jaime stared at Harry then glanced at Godric, who had turned to look at him.

"Jaime, you were there when he was born. He knows you."

"Fine."

Harry gave him a lift up and Jaime settled behind Harry, wrapping his arms around the other man and then they were off. Godric ran up the rest of the stairs, loped through hallways, took a detour through the throne room. If the startled gasps and screams were any indication, they startled the hell out of Lord Jon Arryn and the rest of the court. Godric did not stop, just ran through the door that would take them to the stairs to the king and queen's quarters.


Rhaegar wiped the sweat off of Elia's forehead, her hand tightening around his as she pushed. Her eyes were tightly closed as the midwife kneeled between her legs. "Arthur, where is the maester?"

"Sorry. I think we scared him off."

"We?"

Rhaegar turned around, his eyes widening when he saw who was in the doorway.

Harry and Jaime were on Godric's back, the big lion standing in the doorway. Jaime slipped off, his eyes wide and his cloak askew.

"I am never riding that lion again," Jaime whispered, his face pale.

"Oh, cheer up. At least it's not a dragon," Harry offered, grinning a little, before jumping down and walking over to stand before the bed. "How long has she been in labor?"

Rhaegar saw Jaime go even whiter at the notion of him riding a dragon and snorted. Jaime peered over at him and glared.

"Harry. You're here," Rhaegar spoke, sighing in relief.

"Harry?"

"Elia. How are you?" Harry asked, pulling something off his waist and holding it in his palm. His green eyes were soft, concerned, as he took in Elia's state.

"Is my child okay?" Elia questioned, breathing heavily, as she looked up at him.

Rhaegar looked down at his wife as Elia looked up at him, her black eyes wide with fear for the babe. "She's been in labor for twenty hours. You're not a midwife."

"I'm not, no. But I can see that there are other problems," Harry remarked, whispering something under his breath and putting the thing in his palm down on the floor. The thing- the trunk- grew and grew until it was a normal size trunk and Harry flipped the lid open. "I can help her keep her strength up and mind the blood loss."


"Your Grace?"

Rhaegar turned to look at Lord Jon as his Hand came up to him. Jon Arryn had taken the post after Rhaella had suggested it and so far, the man had done a good job of helping to keep the realm together after Rhaegar's father had been well on his way to destroying it.

"Yes, Jon?"

"Lord Tywin would like to see you," Jon said, his blue eyes narrowed in thought. "I believe Tywin would be about to ask you to marry his daughter again."

Rhaegar grimaced. "Tell him I will meet with him later. My wife is in labor and I will be there for her."

Jon nodded, looking over at the doorway to Elia's rooms. "Wish her good luck for me."

"I will."


"Elia…" Harry trailed off.

"Is there anything I can do?" Jaime asked, stroking Godric's thick mane as the lion padded over to him.

"There should be a much smaller vial in the trunk," Harry muttered, reaching into a small pack and pulling out a few vials of various liquid. "I think she's going to need it."

Elia pushed again, flinching at the pain in her body as it flared in her. She cried out as yet another stronger contraction surged through her, feeling Rhaegar grasp her hand.

"You can squeeze my hand, dear Elia," Rhaegar whispered, sitting down on the chair next to her bed. "I'm here."

The midwife that was looking between her legs inhaled sharply. Elia felt something gush in her thighs and then a foreign energy flew around her. It was warm and light, comforting.

"Shit."

"What's… wrong?" Elia gasped out, almost curling in half as pain flared, tight and hot, in her body. "Is my child…"

"No, he's fine," Harry assured her, sitting down on the bed beside her and peering down at her stomach. "I can see his head. You, on the other hand, are bleeding inside."

Elia flinched and Rhaegar went still.

"I am no healer, at least not yet, but I know that's bad," Harry continued, glancing up at Jaime as he brought the requested item and nodding his thanks. "But… I have something. It should fix everything and make sure you come out the other side of this pregnancy."

"Do it," Elia insisted, looking right at Harry.

"You didn't even hear what it is," Harry retorted, running a hand through his already sweaty hair. It was summer in Westeros and it had been a long one, this one almost 3 years, though the maesters were saying fall was coming.

"Do it anyway," Elia argued.

"Fine."

"Will it hurt her?" Rhaegar asked hesitantly.

"Nope. It will heal that break, hole, whatever it is and whatever else is going wrong," Harry offered, shrugging a little. "I should really learn what I can of healing magic some point in the future though. And I just had this because I hadn't used it since my second year of school."

Elia stared at him then nodded. "I'm ready."

Harry handed her the small vial. "Drink all of that. It should help."

Elia grasped the vial, peering through the glass. It was warm within her fingers, even through the glass. The liquid inside lit up, glowed almost, at her touch as she lifted it to her lips with shaky fingers.


"It's a son, Your Grace," the midwife spoke, handing Elia the babe. It was almost three hours later, after she had drunk the liquid that Harry had given her. Her body felt new to her, her legs and arms moving easily, without pain. The squealing babe in her arms had Rhaegar's coloring, silver tufts of hair and purple eyes. Rhaenys had had Elia's hair, curly and dark, but Rhaegar's eyes. "Congratulations."

"Aegon," Rhaegar whispered, lying down next to Elia and staring down at the child. "Does that sound right to you?"

Elia helped the babe to one of her breasts, watched as he began to drink. "Yes. Yes, it does. Little Aegon."

"Her bleeding has stopped, Your Grace," the midwife said, sighing in relief. "She should be fine."

"Good," Rhaegar remarked. "Whatever Harry gave you must have done the trick."


"Jaime."

"Yes?"

Jaime looked out over the throne room, watched as all of the lords and ladies in attendance clapped as the new babe was brought out. Aegon Targaryen, son of Elia and Rhaegar. King Rhaegar was sitting on the Iron Throne, with his Queen Elia standing next to him.

A playful roar came in through the window and Jaime's lips twitched up into a grin. Joanna and Godric were outside in the courtyard, playing together. Rhaegar hadn't told Jo to move out of the way, which made Jaime think it was more a political move than one meant to humor a dragon. People would see the dragon and lion playing with each other before entering the throne room, see that Rhaegar had the capability to roast his enemies. And would see that Rhaegar had the allegiance of the Blacklion.

His own father was standing far enough away from the throne that everyone knew Tywin didn't approve. The Lannister Lord had made his opinions known about Rhaegar not wedding Cersei. Instead Cersei was marrying Robert Baratheon, the future Lord of Storm's End. Jaime hadn't talked to Cersei since the news of the betrothal had passed his way but then Cersei hadn't sent him any letters since Rhaegar had made him squire. He just figured that Cersei was jealous about him getting to be close to the prince and not her.

It was Jaime's shift off and he intended on going to grab a short few hours of sleep in his quarters in the tower of the kingsguard. Harry was right next to him, grinning at Rhaegar and Elia. Ser Arthur, Ser Gerold, Ser Oswell, Ser Barristan, Ser Jonothor and Ser Lewyn were spread around the throne and the king and queen.

"Is your brother okay?" Harry questioned after a few minutes of watching the assembled crowd. "Tyrion."

"He is nine years old," Jaime spoke, turning to glance at Harry as he turned away. "Tyrion actually insisted on going with my father this time to King's Landing to see Joanna."

Harry smiled.

"He thinks dragons are fascinating," Jaime muttered.

"They are," Harry returned as they walked out of the throne room and out of the building, heading right to the tower. "Can I meet him?"

"My father hasn't actually talked to me since I joined the kingsguard," Jaime commented, sighing.

Harry stopped, reaching out to stop Jaime. "He… doesn't approve, does he. You're supposed to be the heir to Casterly Rock after all."

"No."

"Well, let me have a little talk with the man."

"Harry."

"Or I could just let Godric go after him."

"Harry."

"Or… I could-"

"Harry."

"I'll just talk to him then," Harry said, grinning evilly. "I heard people call Tyrion an Imp. I was pondering on whether or not to curse them too."

Jaime snorted and tugged Harry off through the door to the tower of the Kingsguard. It was called the White Sword Tower for the kingsguard and they were the only ones to occupy it. Harry stopped in the doorway, his eyes going wide.

The first floor was where they held meetings, a large table shaped like a shield sat in the middle. "The table is actually carved out of weirwood."

Harry peered at it, walked over to the table and traced his fingers over it. "Your name's in the book, isn't it? The White Book?"

Jaime grinned, dipped his head in a nod. "It is."

Harry reached out, hooked his fingers in Jaime's sword belt and drew him closer, tugging him in for a tentative kiss. Their lips met and Jaime groaned, wrapping his arms around Harry as the other man tipped his chin up, using that position to trail a line of kisses up his throat and back to his mouth.

"Harry…" Jaime trailed off, breathing heavily.

They leaned against each other, their foreheads touching.


Harry sighed in content, peering at the kingsguard knight in front of him. Ser Jaime looked a knight, in his gleaming armor and white cloak. His blond hair had grown, reaching just an inch or two above his shoulders. And Harry was pretty sure he was half in love with him already. "I have a gift for you."

"Please tell me it's not another dragon," Jaime retorted.

Harry laughed quietly. "No. But that does remind me of something Rhaegar asked of me. Let's go to your quarters first."

Harry followed Jaime up the stairs in the tower, up to the second floor. There were small sleeping cells spread out on the floor, walled off, for four men. Each small room held a few windows, a bed, a desk and a curtained off room that held a lavatory. Jaime went over to the desk and started to pull off his armor, one piece at a time.

Harry placed his trunk in the far right corner and resized it, stepping in to grab Brightroar. He walked back out to see Jaime staring at him.

"I should really be used to you and magical things."

"You should. Here. It should make up for not giving you anything last time."

Jaime's eyes widened as he took the sword, his eyes glued to the lion's mouth pommel. "Is this… what I think it is?"

"Brightroar? Yes."

Jaime slid the sword out of its' sheath, hefted it then swung it. His eyes went even wider, peering at Harry in disbelief. "How?"

"I… actually don't know," Harry said, shrugging. "I thought of it a few days ago and thought it would make the perfect gift for you. I tried summoning it and there it was on my lap."

"A few days ago? That meant you were in your world."

"Yes. It does make sense, I suppose," Harry offered, sitting down on the bed. Jaime sheathed Brightroar and sat down next to Harry, turning to look at him.

"Whatever's bringing me here does make me think our worlds are connected," Harry explained. "And maybe I should be more suspicious of the travel but it let me summon that sword. And it has let me know you and Rhaegar and Elia and Godric."

"Do you have any ideas?"

Harry shook his head, leaning against the stone wall that the bed was backed up to. "Nope. Maybe it's because we're both lions. I don't know. I don't even know if I'll ever know."


Ser Lewyn found them a few hours later, both sleeping under the covers of Jaime's bed. He grinned, noticing that Harry's back was to the stone wall with Jaime beside him.


Harry watched as Rhaegar held court then next day, listening to various lords and ladies and their troubles. Jaime was keeping watch over the king, leaving Harry alone with Godric beside him. He walked out of the throne room and wandered the Red Keep, looking for one lord in particular.

He heard Joanna roar outside the palace, having recently come back from feeding. Apparently, Rhaegar was sponsoring a butcher and a few farmers, better to feed the dragon easily and on time to avoid people getting eaten. Harry idly walked along the halls, noting some Targaryen bannermen interspersed throughout the keep.

He was just about to give up when he spotted the older man. Lord Tywin was walking alone but with two guards behind him. There was no one else around so Harry took the opportunity, speeding up to come up beside Tywin. Godric yowled quietly, announcing their presence.

Tywin raised an eyebrow at Harry as he stopped beside him. "Harry."

"Lord Tywin."

"How is your lion doing?" Tywin asked, looking him over while occasionally glancing at Godric. Harry's eyes narrowed as he spelled a ward around them, hiding their conversation from view and from eavesdroppers. He suspected that Tywin would appreciate it, even if Harry had no intention of telling him of his magic.

"Godric is fine."

"I have seen my son. I was taken to wondering where he received Brightroar from."

"I am sure I do not know, my lord," Harry spoke, shrugging.

"That blade should go to the heir of Casterly Rock," Tywin commented idly, as if they were two friends. "Not to a knight of the kingsguard who won't inherit anything."

"I don't know who gave it to him," Harry said, eyes narrowing. "How is Tyrion?"

"The Imp is okay."

Harry blinked then sighed, wrinkling his nose. "I thought I heard people calling him that. You call your own son by a derogatory name then? When it is not even his own fault?"

"He was sent to punish me," Tywin remarked, looking at him thoughtfully. "And punish me he did."

"It was not Tyrion's fault that Joanna died. That was no one's fault," Harry retorted. "The birth must have been hard. Being born a dwarf is neither Joanna's nor Tyrion's own fault."

"Tyrion is a little monster," Tywin said, his lips twitching into a frown. "Ugly and a dwarf."

"For Merlin's sake, that is not his fault. He is your son. Get over it."

Tywin stared at him. "This is none of your business."

"I am sorry that Joanna died, Lord Tywin. She was a wonderful woman," Harry offered, watching as Tywin started to turn. "I am sorry you've turned into a bitter old man. I didn't know Joanna for very long but I think she would be disappointed in you."

Tywin stared at him then nodded, walking off.


"This is Lady Olenna Tyrell," Rhaegar said, gesturing to older woman next to him. "Wife to Lord Luthor Tyrell. Lady Olenna, this is my friend, Harry."

Harry studied Lady Olenna, watched as she studied him in return.

"You are the one they call the Blacklion."

"Yes, my lady. You are the one they call the Queen of Thorns."

Lady Olenna raised an eyebrow but nodded. "You have been the subject of many rumors, some even say you are the King's lover."

Harry's eyes widened and he and Rhaegar quickly exchanged bewildered glances. "We are not-

"I do not mind either way," Olenna continued. "I was once betrothed to Prince Daeron. I have known people of that persuasion."

"I am not Rhaegar's lover! We're brothers, maybe not in blood, but brothers, regardless," Harry retorted, thanking Merlin that they were in a relatively deserted hallway of the Red Keep. The sun shone through the windows as they walked, the late evening sun red. "I am someone else's though."

Ser Arthur snorted in bemusement as Jaime stiffened, both of them guarding the king right now.

Olenna's lips twitched up into a small grin. "What is it you wanted to talk about, Your Grace?"

"It was a request of Harry's actually," Rhaegar remarked, glancing at Harry briefly before turning to look back at Olenna.

"Oh?"

"If you and your husband could foster Tyrion Lannister, I would appreciate it," Rhaegar spoke, his purple eyes narrowing in thought. "I am sure I can get Lord Tywin to agree to this if you are amenable."

Lady Olenna blinked and Jaime froze, standing behind Rhaegar and staring right at Harry. Harry dipped his head in a near imperceptible nod, lips twitching up into a grin.

"Tyrion Lannister? Ser Jaime's brother?"

"Yes. He is, I'm told, quite intelligent," Rhaegar said, gesturing to Jaime. "Quite after your caliber of smarts."

Olenna stared at him, glanced to Jaime before nodding. "I will see what I can do. The arrangement does intrigue me and if you vouch for your younger brother…"

Ser Jaime nodded. "I do, my lady."

"We will foster him then. I will talk to my lord husband," Olenna remarked. "See that you get Lord Tywin to agree."

"Of course, my lady," Rhaegar spoke, grinning a little. "Very good."


"Harry!"

"What?"

"You…" Jaime trailed off, stopping a few feet from Harry.

Harry looked up at Jaime, raised an eyebrow. Over the last week, Rhaegar had granted him a set of quarters that were for visiting lords and he was using it to investigate how the Targaryens of old had hatched dragons. Jaime had another hour off, courtesy of Prince Oberyn coming to King's Landing to visit his sister. "What?"

"You had Rhaegar ask Lady Olenna to foster my brother."

"I did. What of it?"

"I… Don't make me say it."

"You're welcome, Jaime," Harry offered, smiling softly. "It was the least I could do."

"And now you're about to hatch dragons."

"Or try to," Harry said, looking at Jaime as the other man stood there with a frown on his face. "Rhaegar's house motto is 'Fire and Blood'. I have a good feeling about it though and that's… It's been awhile since I've felt good about something, what with the war starting back home."

"War? Voldemort?"

Harry nodded, peering down at the three eggs on the stone floor beneath him. "My teacher is dead. I don't know when I'll next see you, given that I don't know if I will still be alive in a year."

"You better be."

"That a threat?"

Jaime walked around the three dragon eggs and stood in front of him. Harry caught his eye, watched as Jaime took a step towards him, closed the distance between them. Harry wrapped his arms around Jaime's neck, reeling him in further and yanking him into a kiss. "It should be a threat."

Harry laughed, leaned his forehead against Jaime's as they breathed.

"Alright. I'll make sure to stay alive. I'll have Godric with me too. He'll have to do."

"There should be a kingsguard for you," Jaime muttered. "Mayhaps a wizardsguard or something like it."

"Well… I'll just have to keep on my guard."


The fire roared in front of them, crackling and hissing. Or was that something else? Jaime exchanged glances with Harry before the wizard waved a hand, the fire slowly disappearing. Godric roared out a curious sound, bending down on his haunches to sniff at the three creatures in front of them.

One of the dragons reared up on its wing-claws to touch its nose to Godric's nose. Harry let out a strangled sound, his heart beating so quickly.

"Go get Rhaegar."

Jaime nodded, took one last glance at Harry before taking off through the doorway.


"Harry?"

Rhaegar stopped in the doorway of the rooms that he had assigned to Harry and blinked. Three dragons stood in the greeting room, peering up at him. Harry and Godric were nowhere in sight.

"I think I figured he was leaving," Ser Jaime remarked, as Rhaegar tentatively entered the room and knelt down, reaching out a hand to the dragons. "There's a war on, in his home."

"Hopefully, he will be careful."

Jaime nodded, his hand dropping down to where Brightroar was on his hip. "He will."


AN: This will just be Harry/Jaime since there aren't very many fics with this pairing. I might be doing another Harry/Jaime fic sometime in the future and that one will be Harry/Jaime, Harry/Rhaegar.

This is the second to last chapter of this fic! I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this story and this pairing!