The Rise of House Black

Chapter 3: Qarth, New Ghis and...Sirius Black?

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Bisaster: Kinvara, Daenerys, Margaery, Melisandre, Arianna, possibly Sansa, Cersei and Tyene Sand. Though Cersei will more be there because she as a toy for people like Margaery and possible Sansa due to what they suffered at her hands.

Helios7406: Yes, Hadrian will play a key role in the war against the others because of reasons that will be specified later on. As he is the protagonist of my story and the war against the Others is pretty much one of the key parts of the entire Game of Thrones series, Hadrian will have to play a role in it.

Lyonel-G: I'm trying to make it sure that Hadrian doesn't have everything off the bat and that he has to work to get everything he needs. Also, he wants to make it so that the people of his empire can work and function by themselves without Hadrian doing everything for them.

jiubantai-taichoCalmejaneJose: Next chapter will be the first meeting between Hadrian and Daenerys though she won't like him very much at first. Yes, Hadrian will fight Khal Drogo and it will not be because he hears about the death of the Dosh Khaleen, though that will influence his decision to fight Hadrian.

Joe Lawyer: If you mean Black Dothrak then yes, it will have a palace though nothing compared to the Red Keep in size. As for what it will look like, it will be average size with a few towers for the council members however, it will be built more for a last line of defence, so it will be more practical and less extravagant like most palaces.

The Dothraki of the weapons will eventually have runes engraved onto them that will make them sharper and more durable. Also, they have also begun training to fight on ground and in formations though they will keep to the more Dothraki way of fighting more than anything else. Hadrian is simply improving what they have as to make them even greater.

The Khalasar's of 20K were been absorbed into his own, some he had to kill completely because their Khal refused to fight him in one on one combat, but most Khal's accepted his challenge as they saw a way to increase their own Khalasar.

Black Dothrak can hold around 300,000 and is quite a small city, built to hold off against large armies. Compared to most cities, it is below average in size however, this is because the smaller the population, the less food they consume allowing them to hold out better against a siege.

In terms of technology, nothing much. My Hadrian was more focused on learning magic to focus on how Muggles gained the technology they have now. Sure he knows the way the work, but now how they are built. However, when it comes to crafting weapons, Hadrian is an expert and is passing over his ideas onto the blacksmiths of his settlements. However, he will be building roads and whatnot as to allow better trade between his cities.

AriesWritings: The Wraiths are his magic fighters yes. They will be split into two groups. Frontline fighters, those that fight alongside his army, they will be low in number but very powerful. Then there will be the researchers, those that document all his magical abilities as to pass them onto the future generations, while at the same time learning as much as he can. Then there are the Potioneers, like the name suggests they will specialise in Potions, but also Herbology. They will also act as his personal bodyguards, though some, like Kinvara will be his personal bodyguards 24/7.

Trust me, they won't have any extra abilities. However, Daenerys and Melisandre already have a great connection to fire and have a magical heritage and will gain some knowledge on how to wield it.

comodo50: Hadrian is immortal and cannot die, no matter what. If he is stabbed, burnt, beheaded, etc. it will simply be an annoyance and nothing more.

SX74: I'm going to follow canon in Essos up until Daenerys is pregnant with hers and Drogo's child however, in Westeros it will continue up until Hadrian lands there. Don't know how long that will be just yet, not for a while I can tell you that much. As for Westeros, they can't really do anything just yet. Though when Hadrian conquers Slaver's Bay Hadrian will become known to the Lords of Westeros and I will show their reactions.

Jon Potter 99: When Hadrian conquers Slaver's Bay I will show the reactions of the lord of Westeros. As for the Masters, there reactions will be seen next chapter.

Light Lord Cybergate: Daenerys will still lose her child, but because of an entirely different that will be hinted at in this chapter. The reason for this is because it is a major reason that Daenerys becomes the way she is so far and I think that Daenerys wouldn't be Daenerys without going through that transition.

AvalonRivers: She will grow to care for Drogo as she accepts that he will be her husband however, Hadrian will interfere before she can fall in love with him.

arcanum miles: Hadrian didn't know what the Veil of Death and prepared himself just in case he ended up in another world. This meant bringing food, money, and other items that would help him survive should it simply turn out to be a portal to another world, which it was.

aesir21: Yes, Drogo will still get Daenerys as his death and the death of her child are a main event that turn Daenerys into the badass we love.

Hope this clears up any questions you have, if not please PM me or put them in a review so that I can answer them for you.

Hadrian's emerald eyes gleamed as he watched the blacksmith slowly pull back the raggedy cloth that was covering a newly crafted blades. The blacksmith moved back and waited for Hadrian to give his feedback on the blades that he had personally made.

They were shorts words, but incredibly bulky due to the amount of metal that had been used to craft them. The amount of metal was enough to make two Longswords and a single Bastard sword. That was a lot of metal and Hadrian had insisted on him making only two short swords using every last scrap of melted metal.

The metal itself was much like Valyrian steel, lighter and sharper than any forged steel could possibly be. Though there were a few distinct differences, it didn't have the added particles, magical particles that were rumoured to be present however, that could all just be made up.

While making the blade, the blacksmith had been given a number of runes to inscribe into the metal. The reasons for the runes were unknown to him, but it wasn't really his place to question the man who gave him a life of freedom and so, he had done as he had been asked.

"Thank you very much." Hadrian picked up one of the blades and looked at the runes inscribed upon it. The blacksmith watched as the runes glowed blue before the blade became thinner and thinner until it looked like an ordinary short sword. He took a quick spin of his blade and marvelled out how light it was. "Very well done, here." He handed over a large sack of gold before sheathing the two blades.

"If there is anything more you wish me to do, I would gladly do it." Said the blacksmith. Hadrian looked at the man before nodding his head.

"In fact, I do have something that you can do." The blacksmith perked up at this. "I will be transporting a large group of people from Black Dothrak, I would like you to teach them how to be blacksmiths."

"Of course, it is a blacksmiths greatest honour to pass own his knowledge onto the others." Smiling at the man, Hadrian nodded and bowed. "What would you like me to teach them to make, weapons, armour or something else?"

"Weapons and armour." Nodding his head, the blacksmith disappeared into his workshop and Hadrian left the forge and out into the streets of Vaes Dothrak. A pair of Unsullied formed up behind him as he walked towards the temple that once belonged to the Dosh Khaleen. Now it was a Great Hall like in Black Dothrak and while he didn't have any trustworthy individuals on the council just yet, Kinvara had some candidates that were waiting for his inspection.

All around him, former slaves and Dothraki worked alongside each other in building houses and a wall was currently been erected just behind the Horse Gate. Due to Vaes Dothrak been surrounded by the Mother of Mountains, it didn't much in the way of walls as the mountain stopped any army from coming round the back. Even so, Hadrian had guards posted on the mountains as to keep a look out.

While Black Dothrak would soon become the capital of the Dothraki Sea and one, Vaes Dothrak would become the greatest trading hub in the Dothraki Sea. Plans had been made with Mirri Maz Duur that when their army grew even larger that they would plan to have two more settlements built. One called the Valsh Vaes Dothrak, meaning Northern City of Riders, the other would be called Hesk Vaes Dothrak, meaning Southern City of Riders.

Like the name suggests, one would be built to the east of the Forest of Qohor, while the other would be built by the Khyzai Pass in Lhazar. They would only be small cities, nothing large like Black Dothrak or Vaes Dothrak.

Right now however, Hadrian's two cities were enough. Black Dothrak had a current population of over three hundred thousand, and had twenty thousand soldiers protecting it. As for Vaes Dothrak, it had a population of over five hundred thousand and currently was only guarded by ten thousand men. Thanks to the mountain, it would only require five thousand men to guard it without been spread thin.

However, the additional five thousand were to keep the peace and stop anyone from undermining him. But by the time he conquered Qarth and New Ghis they would no longer be required.

Vaes Dothrak's population mainly consisted of slaves, four hundred thousand to be exact. The reason they hadn't rebelled had been because at least one Khalasar would come round once every month, thus they never dared to do so. Now, Hadrian had half of those numbers training to be farmers, builders and carpenters, while the remainder were training to be part of his army at their own insistence. Most would take a year or so before they were battle ready however, in a few months all would be able begin guard duty here or at Black Dothrak.

Doing so would free up the thirty thousand trained soldiers he had guarding the two settlements for when he began conquests. Now however, Hadrian couldn't waste any time.

Jaqen had reported that news of Khal Hadrian overthrowing the Dosh Khaleen and proclaiming himself as King of the Dothraki had spread to even Braavos. This was good as it meant that Qarth and New Ghis would expect Hadrian to still be there. None would expect an army to appear at their gates suddenly.

"Master." Hadrian was broken from his thoughts as he turned to face Kinvara as she rushed towards him. Stopping, Hadrian allowed her to catch up before they both began walking. "I have found numerous candidates that will be suited for council positions, I have a squad of Unsullied escorting them to the temple, and they should be there now."

"Thank you Kinvara, you have proved invaluable these past few days." Blushing at the praise, Kinvara turned to look anywhere but at her master.

Arriving at the temple, Hadrian looked at the group of thirty that were stood in a square. The Unsullied squad that escorted them here were lined around the room, waiting for one slave to make an attempt on his life.

"These are them."

Kinvara nodded her head. "Most were all former slaves however, a few are Dothraki and merchants." Humming, Hadrian moved forwards and began looking into the eyes of each individual. Most had skills to be one of his councilman, but some had selfish reasons for doing so. Some slaves wanted to get back at the Dothraki by been above them in station, the merchants simply wanted more power and control in the city while some of Dothraki wanted to try and undermine his rule.

Those that had selfish reasons were sent out, while those that wanted to undermine his rule had a very powerful Compulsion Charm placed upon them that would stop them from trying.

All that was left in the room were eight individuals, they all wanted to make sure that Vaes Dothrak thrived or were at least willing to live with the new status quo. Obviously, the commander of the City guard (A/N: This is name of Rhazo's job) was a Dothraki, the rest were all former slaves, except for the mayor who was one of the poorer merchants. He belonged to no city and was actually a simple collector who sold what he found.

"Well done, you have been selected as the councilmembers of Vaes Dothrak. You will be the rulers of this city and will answer to only me, until we find a Warden of the Dothrak Sea. None of you are to make any decisions without it been agreed upon by all of you, if you do not all agree on something, then the option with the most votes will be the one which shall pass." The choosen members nodded their heads and then Hadrian assigned them their jobs and told them what it entailed.

"We shall not disappoint you, Khal Hadrian." The Mayor of Vaes Dothrak proclaimed with a bow.

"I hope not." Hadrian then turned to the Commander of the City Guard. "When the former slaves have reached this level," he handed over a piece of parchment that the Dothrak read through, "have five thousand replace the Unsullied guarding Vaes Dothrak and the twenty thousand men guarding Black Dothrak." The Dothrak nodded his head with a serious look upon his face.

"What of the remaining men and women that will not be replacing those guarding the cities?"

"Have them rotate. Ten thousand will guard the city for one month, while the rest change. Then have a different ten thousand guard the next month. The same with Black Dothrak." Nodding his head, the Commander of the City Guard left the room alongside the rest of the councilmembers.

"When do we attack Qarth and New Ghis?" Kinvara asked from beside him.

"Our army is already making their way towards their assigned destinations." Placing one hand on Kinvara's shoulder, the two disappeared with a soft pop.

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Qarth, it was a great trading city that was located on the southern coast of Essos. Unlike the rest of the cities in Essos, it held no fear for the Dothrak. It was Hadrian's goal to show them and the Thirteen, – they were the rulers of Qarth - why the Dothraki were feared.

It was a very large city, Kinvara would give them that. But the size of your walls didn't mean a city was impenetrable. No, what worried her most about this city was the Warlocks inside of it. The exact number of Warlocks were unknown, but her master had given her the task of wiping out everyone in the House of Undying. Then, when the city was taken, no one was to enter or leave until he arrived.

Behind her, she had an army of fifty thousand Dothraki. Their riders were mounted upon horseback with Drargo beside her. Why her master had paired her with Drargo was beyond her, but as long as he didn't do anything to annoy her, she wouldn't do anything in turn.

"Here they come." Drargo eagerly leaned forward into his seat as he and Kinvara rode down to meet the Thirteen.

"Welcome to Qarth." A slightly overweight man greeted Kinvara, Drargo and sixteen Dothraki riders. "I am the Spice King and we, are the Thirteen." He indicated towards the twelve other richly dressed figures.

"We know who you are." Drargo snarled and Kinvara rolled her eyes at the Dothraki. "Open your gates, offer us the Warlocks of Qarth and accept my Khal as the King of Qarth and none of you shall be killed today."

"Qarth has never been conquered, not even by the Ghiscari Empire or the Valyrian Freehold!" One large, black man exclaimed. "We will not be conquered by Dothraki savages." The Dothraki bared their Arakh at the insult and the Civic Guard also bared their weapons.

"It's never been conquered because Qarth wasn't worth it." Kinvara didn't actually know if this was the truth, but she knew that the insult worked as their anger grew. "Now, if you men are done with your pissing contest, can we please hear your answer? Surrender all the Warlocks of Qarth to us, open your gates and proclaim Khal Hadrian as the King of Qarth and none of you have to die today. Failure to do this within an hour and we will break down your gates and slaughter you all."

The Thirteen sneered before turning and leaving, Kinvara and Drargo did the same with their guards.

"What do you think you're doing, witch?" Drargo snarled. "We should have killed them right there and then, we both know they aren't going to accept."

"I know that and they know that. In fact, I imagine that they will send some of their Warlocks to kill us. Cut off the head of the snake, so to speak. After that, then we will destroy the gate as we have proper reason to do so." Glaring at her one last time, Drargo turned and left towards his tent. The Dothraki army looked at the city one last time before they also moved back to their camp.

Entering her tent, Kinvara picked up a mirror and whispered her master's name. Soon Hadrian appeared and stared at her in questioning.

"Have you taken the city?" Kinvara shook her head.

"No however, we have met with the Thirteen and offered them the chance to hand over the Warlock's of Qarth and it was promised they would live today. I never said anything about tomorrow." Hadrian smirked at her.

"Well done Kinvara. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you master." Hadrian nodded his head before his face disappeared from the mirror. Taking a deep breath, Kinvara leaned further back into the bed. Reacting quickly, a small stream of flames was shot from her wand and engulfed a small manticore. It released a screech before it was burnt to ashes.

A small flash of light was reflected into her eyes by a flash of steel and instantly she jumped to one side avoiding the blade that stabbed into the position where she once was.

Getting into a crouch position, she turned around and faced the middle-aged woman that had tried to attack her. The most striking feature about her was her blue lips, which was a common feature among the members of the House of Undying.

"I have to thank you for falling into my trap." Kinvara smirked before she unleashed another stream of fire that engulfed the Warlock. This time there was no scream as she died before she could. "Now you've given me the perfect reason to conquer your city."

On her way out, Drargo fell into step beside her. "You were right." He said, but Drargo paid him no mind.

It took barely half an hour for the full army to form up just outside the city and while Drargo started giving an inspiring speech, Kinvara gathered her magic before pointing her wand at the gate.

"Bombarda Maxima!" She roared and then the gate exploded.

"Charge!" Drargo shouted and with it the Dothraki released a large war cry before galloping towards the large hole that once used to be a gate. Arrows were launched towards them and while Kinvara may have once been able to burn them all, she was saving her magic to deal with the Warlocks and so, a few Dothraki were killed.

Yet the Dothraki still charged straight through the hole. Arakh's cut through the air and then through the bodies of the Civic Guard that were guarding the gate, killing them instantly. Some Dothraki were unhorsed and killed, but most managed to get up and continue fighting.

Within the space of a few moments, the city of Qarth was overrun. Yet the Dothraki never harmed any slave or civilian. Only the richest and the Civic Guard were killed by the Dothraki.

She along with around a hundred over Dothraki made their way towards the House of Undying. With flaming torches in hand, the Dothraki launched them at the tower. They did nothing except bounce off the stone, but that wasn't what they were there for.

"Incendio." More flames were released from her wand and the flames from the torches joined the storm of flames that crashed against the tower. Slowly, the stones began to melt before flowing down its sides. "Light your torches and follow me down. Kill anything that moves. No one except us are to come out of there."

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Swinging the torch around, Kinvara looked around the dusty corridor. Behind her, the Dothraki gripped their Arakh's tightly, while some moved the torches round to make the area lighter.

A hidden door appeared just behind Kinvara and one of the Dothraki was pulled inside. Spinning round, Kinvara blasted open the wall revealing five Undying Warlock's stabbing the Dothraki. With a war cry, ten Dothraki burst into the room and began slashing and hacking at the Warlocks. Some Dothraki were killed, but at the end of it, the Undying members were killed and they continued on through the corridor.

This time however, Kinvara actively began using her magic to search for hidden doors. It soon became routine, she would find some hidden in the wall itself while others were hidden behind illusions. Then she would destroy them allowing the Dothraki to go inside and kill the Warlocks or prisoners inside. She wasn't taken any chances as the prisoners could be Warlocks in disguise.

"I see you have destroyed the House of Undying." A bald and long necked man stated as he appeared before her. "I'm not surprised really, you can wield magic like in the old times." The man's voice was envious as he regarded her with acceptance. He knew he was going to die and was accepting that fact.

"I imagine if you could wield magic like you once were able to, then I wouldn't be here." The man nodded his head.

"Yes, you would have died in your tent."

Kinvara shook her head. "No, it would be Khal Hadrian in my place." Then he burned, and burned, and burned, till not even ashes remained. Smirking, Kinvara turned to the Dothraki and nodded her head to let them know that there was no one else present.

The House of Undying was no more.

Qarth was now under the rule of Hadrian Orion Black, Grand Khal of the Dothraki Sea, Lord of Lhazar and King of the Free Folk.

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Shutting off his connection to the mirror, Hadrian stood up and walked out of his tent. All around him Dothraki were sharpening their swords or caring to their steeds. Some noticed him and rose up from their seated position and gave him a nod of respect, something he returned in kind.

Taking the reins of his horse, he climbed onto it and began moving through the camp. Upon seeing him getting on his horse, the rest of the Dothraki also got onto their steeds and followed after him.

Around ten miles ahead of them, was the city of New Ghis. The city was built upon the edge of the island. The walls themselves weren't that tall, built mainly to slow down any land force and for show. He imagined that most of the attacks the city had planned for were of a naval one. Even then, the island was small enough for them to see ships coming from all sides and plan accordingly based on their direction.

Unlucky for them, Hadrian could teleport entire armies directly under their noses and place an illusion up that made it seem like nothing was there.

Even then, there were six Iron Legions currently within the city, that was thirty-six thousand men overall. Each of them trained in a similar fashion and based entirely upon the Unsullied. A dangerous fighting force, one that outnumbered and were much better trained than his own force.

He had planned it perfectly, the remaining six Iron Legions were currently out at Old Ghis. Their mission out there was unknown to him, but the fact that they were out there was all that mattered to him.

Checking to see that his entire army was with him, Hadrian then turned to face New Ghis once more. Expelling his magic out of his body, the illusion dropped revealing his army to the guards upon the wall. He had to admit, he was very impressed by how quickly they reacted.

He could use men like that.

To his confusion, the gates opened and out came around twelve thousand men, a single legion. If his Khalasar was just a normal Khalasar, then his army would be unable to defeat all three legions. However, they had him and he was worth more than a single legion.

Firing multiple Bombarda's at the ground before him, Hadrian then transfigured the ground into multiple predators such as, lions, tigers, wolves, bears, etc. Hadrian even created an illusion that made the number of animals double. Shocked, the Iron Legion barely had enough time to form a shield wall to defend against the animals. At first it looked like they were going to withstand the onslaught, but then they began mistaking illusions for the real ones thus, leaving them open to an assault from the actual transfigured animals.

Row by row, the Iron Legion's numbers began to thin down until they were completely gone. Even then, the animals he had created were also greatly decreased.

Still, there purpose had been served. Pointing his wand at the gate, he unleashed a powerful Bombarda that ripped the door from its position. Then he and his Khalasar charged forward. Drawing his short swords, Hadrian swung his left leg over the side of the horse and dismounted his horse in a single movement.

Rolling on the ground, Hadrian pierced the chest of one soldier with both blades, lifting the man off the ground. Ripping his blades out, Hadrian parried one strike from the left before stepping back and avoid a spear thrust from the right, the spear itself burying into the first warriors chest, killing him instantly. Using his opening, Hadrian then cut the head of the spear wielding warrior.

Already he could feel his blood pumping as the battle raged on. It was evenly matched, the Dothraki were losing quite a few, but they were also taking down a few as well.

There was a roar as Hadrian turned around to see a group of six men charging towards him. All of them held spears pointed towards him and in response, he placed his two blades together and they slowly merged and grew to the length of a Broadsword and then into a Longsword.

Rushing forwards, Hadrian cut the spears in half with a single stroke before returning with another slash that launched the six men backwards, dead. "Charge forward, kill them all." Creating a large dragon made of fire, he manipulated it straight into a large group of Iron Legionaries.

Seeing this, the moral of the defenders took a massive nose dive as while they were trained in a similar fashion to the Unsullied, they didn't go through the training that made them fearless. They could still feel fear and that is exactly what they felt as some dropped their weapons to the ground in surrender, others tried to run away, while the remainder continued to fight. The Dothraki on the other hand gave another fierce war cry and their moral increased.

"Push forwards, do not surrender." Hadrian turned around to see a well-dressed man in full armour stood surrounded by a large amount of guards. Twenty in total. It seemed he was the only thing keeping most of the Iron Legions from breaking completely.

Take away the commander and no more blood had to be shed.

Turning to a few nearby bodies, he released his magic into them and watched as they rose up, not as men, but as Inferi.

Taking the lead, Hadrian and his newly formed Inferi charged forward.

Shoulder barging one man to the side, Hadrian burst into the centre of the defensive circle and quickly made his way towards the commander. Behind him, the Inferi were easily picking off the guards, who despite their skill, weren't capable of wielding fire.

The commander had some level of skill and was able to parry and block multiple swings from his Broadsword, now the two were pushing against one another's blade. Hadrian's greater strength forcing the man back, inch by inch.

Grunting, Hadrian pushed the commander backwards before swinging his blade round. At the current distance, it would just leave a small cut. However, the blade grew in length until it became a Longsword. The blade cleaved through flesh, as the two parts of the commanders body fell to the ground.

Most of the nearby Iron Legion members so this and instantly placed their blades on the ground. Some continued to fight, though they were cut down quite quickly.

"Gather all the inhabitants of the city outside the walls." The Dothraki man nodded his head and began relaying Hadrian's orders. The emerald Wizard himself, made his way towards the wall and looked down as more and more people funnelled out onto the open plains.

It took around an hour for all the cities inhabitants to be gathered, but in that time, Hadrian had learned the losses suffered on both sides. Out of the twenty-five thousand men he had brought with him, only ten thousand remained. As for the thirty-six thousand men on the defenders, only around eight thousand men remained. However, there was still another six legions still at Old Ghis.

After giving his usual speech when he captured a city of Khalasar, which involved offering the chance of still living in the city under his rule, leave or die. Unlike the people of Vaes Dothrak, none wanted to die and none wanted to leave the city they had been a part of for a long time.

Putting all of his weight upon his hands which were resting on the top of the stone wall, Hadrian smirked down at the people slowly trickling back into the city. All of them as free people.

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Moving through the corridors of the Red Keep, Lord Varys, also known as the Spider. He was a eunuch and was the Master of Whispers on the Small Council. Thanks to his extensive spy network that spanned over the entirety of Westeros and even in Essos. He knew practically every secret about every lord and master in the World and had used that to further his own spy network.

So imagine his surprise when a relatively new player appeared, one Khal Hadrian. A man known as the Grand Khal of the Great Grass Sea, Lord of Lhazar and King of the Free folk. He had created a new city called Black Dothrak and conquered, Vaes Dothrak. If rumours were true, he had even conquered Qarth and New Ghis, though they were two cities that were very isolated and he didn't have many Little birds among them.

Right now however, this…Khal Hadrian was too far away to be of any threat to Westeros; for now. Thus, he could do nothing except let Illyrio deal with him. They had both invested far too much and would stand to lose even more if they failed.

Neither wanted that to happen.

"You look to be in deep thought, Lord Varys." Turning around, the eunuch gave a false smile towards the man before him. He was lanky with slightly greasy hair that was slicked back, with the sides been slightly greyed.

"Lord Baelish." Also known as Little Finger and despite his unsuspecting figure, he was in fact one of the most dangerous player in the game. The Game of Thrones that is. "I have quite a bit on my mind, recent events have been…worrying."

"Oh, and what events would they be as to worry you?" The two fell into step beside one another as they made their way to the Small Council chambers for the meeting.

"A little of this and a little of that. Nothing that affects anyone but myself." Petyr narrowed his eyes slightly, but otherwise said nothing as they entered the Small Council chambers.

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It had taken awhile to find trustworthy people to govern the city of New Ghis and it had taken even longer to find trustworthy people for Qarth. More so because a few Warlocks managed to escape Kinvara's massacre of the House of Undying and where killing those most loyal to Hadrian's new rule.

When the man himself arrived in Qarth after securing the loyalty of the citizens of New Ghis and the remaining six Iron Legions, he quickly got to work killing every single Warlock in Qarth.

They had been holed up in multiple safe houses dotted around the city, Hadrian had casted a very powerful magical detection ward around the area. In the space of a few hours, every single Warlock was killed and the safe houses had any curses and other enchantments broken.

His army now consisted of ten thousand Unsullied, around twenty thousand trained freed slaves with another two hundred thousand in training. Finally was fifty thousand Dothraki that remained from the original seventy-five thousand. Despite their great skill, Dothraki weren't trained for siege combat and Hadrian knew this, but they were the only ones that provided an army of fully trained warriors.

Overall, his army numbered eighty thousand men with two hundred thousand in training. Added to that, he had thirty six thousand members of the Iron Legion and three thousand men that once belonged to the Civic Guard. This brought his army up to one hundred and nineteen thousand men.

Next was the slaves that he had freed from New Ghis and Qarth, from Qarth around three thousand wanted to become soldiers in his ever expanding army and so, he had the Civic Guard training them, plus he had a two Legion's from New Ghis help assist in guarding the city.

Now he was currently looking upon the city of Old Ghis, Kinvara and fifty thousand Dothraki were with him. Drargo was staying at Qarth, which had been the one city where there had been around two rebellions. The Civic Guard, the two Legions and the men/women in training easily put them down hard, under the command of Drargo. The council themselves had been made up entirely of slaves, except for the mayor, which had been one of the civilians when Qarth had been under the rule of the Thirteen.

Old Ghis would have been as magnificent as New Ghis, perhaps more so. However, it was burnt and charred as a result of Dragon fire.

"Tell me Kinvara, what do you sense surrounding Old Ghis?" Kinvara looked at the ancient city more closely as she tried to make out the magic surrounding it.

"It's cursed, by three different types of magic."

"Good, what else?"

Kinvara was silent for even longer as she tried to decipher the three different type's magic. "One is human fire magic that is directly connected to a primal and powerful fire magic. What is that?"

"That would be Dragon Magic. All of it is fire based and it is incredibly powerful and dangerous." Hadrian informed her. "Now the final one?"

"I don't know, but it feels oppressive, dark and powerful." Kinvara looked to her master questionably.

"That would be Demon magic." He looked back to the city. "I have a theory that the Targaryen's made a deal or mated with a Demon sometime down the line, a powerful one as well. Either way, their magic will be forever intertwined with Demon magic and also incredibly potent, especially in women."

"Can you fix it?" Kinvara asked curiously.

"Yes, it is simply a matter of separating the bond between the three magic's and then the three magic's will destroy one another." A flick of his wand and a large expulsion of magic and the city was the engulfed in light. "Now it is just a matter of repairing the city." Another flick of the Elder Wand and before their very eyes, the city repaired itself.

The melted stone trickling back up forming great walls, towers and buildings. Everything about it, slowly reforming back into the great city that was once the capital of the Ghiscari Empire before its fall at the hands of the Targaryen's. Imposing, indomitable and impressive.

Smirking, Hadrian placed a very powerful Ward scheme and illusion over the city as to make it seem like the city was still in its ruined state. The reason for this being the fact that Hadrian didn't have the army, nor the population for this city and the ones he currently had. One of the main reasons that empires fell was because of arrogance.

Arrogance because they overreached and stretched their resources to the limit. They were drunk in past victories and conquests, forgetting that their army could only fight as long as they had food and sleep. To do that, they needed land, but to populate this land they needed people.

Already, hundreds of slaves were spilling into his lands and populating Vaes Dothrak and Black Dothrak. While Black Dothrak was currently filled to its limit with people, Vaes Dothrak could still accept another two hundred thousand before it reached its limit. Then he would have the rest transported to Qarth and New Ghis. Once those two cities were filled and he had enough soldiers to guard them all, he would then open Old Ghis to the world once more.

But only then.

Thinking about it, the Red Waste had three cities that were destroyed. Back when the Red Waste was still hospitable and pleasant, the Qaathi – the culture that gave rise to Qarth – had three cities with their original names forgotten. Now they were simply called the Dead cities.

It would take time to brew the necessary potion, but Hadrian knew that he could turn small patches of land in the Red Waste into hospitable places once more. They could be turned into a small farming homes, well out of the way from any of the cities. Not only that, but the three Dead cities could be rebuilt and repopulated allowing more slaves a place to live. Plus, they didn't really need any guards as they would be simple farming towns.

However, these plans were secondary priorities. Kinvara could easily practising her ability with the Mending Charm by rebuilding the three cities. Yes, that was a good idea. The Dead cities would be Kinvara's next assignment.

"Come, let us rest here and they we will make our way back to Black Dothrak." For now, Hadrian would use Old Ghis as a small outpost which he could use to hold his armies from Qarth and New Ghis for his eventual attacks upon Slaver's Bay.

Moving through the city, small numbers of Dothraki scattered themselves throughout the city, some standing guard upon the walls, while others simply found a place to put their horses and then somewhere to sleep. He and Kinvara on the other hand made their way towards the palace. It was a large eyesore and was obviously created for not only defensible purposes, but also as a show of extravagance and power.

Hadrian took the Emperor's quarters, while Kinvara took the room nearest to his, which so happened to be a guard quarters at the end of the hall. This goes to show that the Ghiscari had quite a bit of sense in placing a guards quarters nearby to the Emperor's quarters.

Taking a seat upon the balcony, Hadrian looked out over the city before a knock alerted him to someone else's presence. "Come in." The door opened an in stepped Kinvara, she glided across the room before taking a seat across from him. "What can I do for you Kinvara?" He took a sip from the glass of wine he had poured from the wine he had brought from New Ghis.

"I was wondering what you have planned for me next, master." Kinvara took the cup of wine offered to her by Hadrian and slowly began to sample the taste.

"Your skills in Transfiguration have continued to grow in leaps and bounds, as has your ability with fire magic. However, your skills in Charms have started to fall short of my expectations." Kinvara had the decency to look at embarrassed. Both knew that Kinvara's skills didn't lie in Charms, but that didn't mean she couldn't at least continue to learn them. "I have planned a small assignment for you, it should take a month at most, depending on how quickly you improve."

"What is thy bidding, master?" Hadrian smirked at her and Kinvara felt her arousal grew as his eyes glowed with power. It was a serious turn on for her, the power her master held.

"You will enter the Red Waste and use the Mending Charm, the one I used to rebuild this city and repair the Dead cities." It took Kinvara a few moments to register what he was saying and while she was confused, it was not her place to question him, nor did she want to. One thing she had realised, was that Hadrian's mind worked differently.

One moment he could be every inch the Khal he is, nothing but a savage that lives to fight. The next he could be a snake, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Sometimes he could be cruel and sadistic and other he could be kind and gentle.

Whenever she learned something about her master, instead of getting closer to solving the mystery that was her master, it only opened a door to more secrets and mysteries. One thing she did know, was that her master was someone who's unpredictable and mysterious nature would make him one of the most dangerous men alone. Add that with his great skill in magic and combat, then you gained a monster who could bring the world to its very knees.

"I am to leave for the Red Waste immediately?"

Hadrian shook his head. "No, when I set out for Black Dothrak, you will take the boat we came in to go to the Red Waste. Meet up with Drargo at Qarth and inform him that you need a month's worth of water and food." Kinvara didn't look pleased at having to meet with Drargo, he knew the two didn't like each other, but they had learned to tolerate each other in his presence. Neither would dare work to kill the other as they were far too valuable to him and the empire. That didn't mean they had to like each other though.

"I see." Kinvara rose up and Hadrian watched her leave. He didn't know if she did it on purpose, but the extra sway in his hips was very enticing. Then again, every inch of Kinvara was tempting and a drain on his self-control.

His eyebrows rose in questioning when Kinvara didn't leave through the door, but instead fully closed and locked it. Kinvara then turned around and faced him, her eyes locking onto his. Even without Legilimency, Hadrian could tell what she was planning to do based on her body position and the desire in her eyes.

WARNING: Lemon Beginning.

Smirking, Hadrian rose to his feet and covered the distance between them in a few large strides. Kinvara looked up at him and slowly removed herself of her clothing, allowing them to pool at her feet leaving her bare before him. Then she helped Hadrian remove his own clothing, her nails raking down his chiselled and toned torso. Before she could react, Hadrian had her pinned to the wall, his lips passionately devouring hers, while his tongue thrust into her mouth and easily dominated her own.

Moaning, Kinvara wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her core against his growing erection. In response, Hadrian's hands gripped her derrière and lifted her easily off the ground while Kinvara wrapped her legs around his waist.

Not caring for foreplay, she reached down and gripped his manhood and lined him up with her lower lips. With a single thrust, Hadrian entered her, his head banging against her cervix. This action caused Kinvara to arch her back as she gasped in pleasure.

Making sure that Kinvara was leaning up against the wall, Hadrian then set the pace. His cock sheathing itself repeatedly into her womanhood with great speed and strength behind his thrusts. Each time Kinvara would release gasps of pleasure as his cockhead banged against the entrance to her womb.

For what felt like hours, Kinvara moved up and down the wall in response to her master's thrusts while unable to do anything except moan and clench her pussy tightly around his manhood.

Placing a quick Contraceptive Charm on her, Hadrian buried himself deeply into her core and released his seed into her waiting womb. Pulling himself free, Hadrian allowed Kinvara to fall to the ground on her knees as she regained her breath. The woman in question was still coming down from her high, the pleasure from that single short bout of sex had given her more pleasure than any of her other 'experiments.'

Looking up, she gasped in shock as she saw his still hard cock coated in a mix of his and her juices. Leaning forwards, she gave it an experimental lick as to see what it tasted like and Kinvara moaned at the taste. A mix of sour and sweet; she loved it.

Quickly, Kinvara took his full length into her mouth and bobbed her head backwards and forwards upon it. Occasionally she would release him and trace her tongue all over his length before taking him back into her mouth.

While the feeling of her mouth was great, the tightness and the warmth that only came from those skilled in fire magic was one of the best things he had felt in the world. However, he soon grew bored and gripped her silky hair in his hands. A small thrust and when he felt his cock slip down her throat, he instantly became addicted to the added tightness.

Quickly Hadrian began face fucking the kneeling form of Kinvara. The woman still as she allowed her master to use her mouth and throat however he pleased. At times he would hold her head against his pelvis, his cock buried all the way down her throat as she gagged around his length before pulling himself free.

Then she felt his thrusts increasing and his girth twitching and she knew he was close. A grunt was all she got before her mouth was filled with his sticky and warm seed. Eagerly, Kinvara swallowed as much of it as she could before allowing the last bits of it's to splatter against her face.

Stepping backwards, Hadrian took great pleasure in watching the former Red Priestess lick her fingers clean of his cum. His slightly softened cock stood proudly to attention once more as Kinvara strode past him. All sense of human nature was gone from his and her mind, all that remained was an animalistic desire to fuck each other into oblivion.

And fuck each other they did.

Lemon end.

Collapsing back on the bed beside on another, Hadrian looked down at the sleeping form of Kinvara as she snuggled up against him. His younger self, the one that hadn't been forever scarred by war would have loved this moment. That would have been Harry James Potter. He wasn't Harry James Potter, he was Hadrian Orion Black. A man who had forgotten what love was and how to love.

A man who lost everything.

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Opening his eyes, Hadrian looked around the almost blindingly white area. Now that he looked closer he noted that it looked exactly like the area in the Forbidden Forest where Voldemort hit him with the Killing Curse for the second time. The place where Hadrian Orion Black was born and Harry James Potter died.

"Hello master." Death greeted as it appeared in the clearing. The deity stood out clearly in its dark colours, contrasting greatly with the white of the astral plane.

"Death." Hadrian inclined his head as a sign of greeting, while crossing his arms over his chest. "Why am I here?"

"I have seen that you are struggling to juggle all your responsibilities due to there been very few who you can trust explicitly." Hadrian didn't say anything as he knew it was true. Despite the council of his four cities helping to manage them, Drargo's skill in leading, Jaqen's spy network and Kinvara's growing abilities in magic, there were very few people he could trust to some of the more, time consuming jobs.

Kinvara could eventually suited to be diplomacy, repairing cities or attacking and guarding cities. But she still had a ways to go before been prepared. Drargo was only suited to leading his army into battle and was not very good at been a diplomat as it required patience, something Drargo lacked outside of war.

While Hadrian could be the diplomat, he needed to use his mind for solving the bigger issues surrounding his empire and enemies. Occasionally he could personally attend diplomatic meetings, but he needed someone who could do it constantly. Yet there was no one skilled enough, nor was there anybody that he trusted enough to give such a responsibility to.

"You're right, have you found someone?"

"As a matter of fact, I have." Death's skeletal-like hands appeared from his cloak and there, floating between them was a very small form in the shape of his deceased godfather, Sirius Black.

"What have you done to him?!" Hadrian hissed out, the Elder Wand pointed directly at Death's head. While he would give anything to see his godfather, or anyone he loved once more for that matter, they deserved to be reborn into a new life.

"I did nothing, master." Death calmly replied. "Sirius Black was never actually dead in fact, he was in a state of limbo. The Veil of Death is directly separated from my realm. If he was to appear in another dimension – which is impossible without my or any Gods assistance – then I could have placed him back into the reincarnation cycle. However, the interdimensional gap is directly out of my jurdistinction and therefore, he was floating throughout it as nothing but a soul. Incapable of passing on."

Hadrian pocketed his wand and his eyes stared at the figure of his godfather. Their time had been short, but the best moments of his life. If Death could do what he was thinking, then he and Sirius could spend more time together.

Collapsing to his knees as a few tears formed in his eyes, Hadrian stared down at his trembling hands. It seems, no matter how much he changed, a part of Harry James Potter still existed, deeply hidden and locked away. Clenching his fists, Hadrian rose to his feet. Harry James Potter was weak, Hadrian Orion Black was strong and that was what he would be; strong.

"Do it." Death nodded his head after hearing the firm resolve in his masters voice and then there was a flash of light.

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Shooting up into a sitting position, Hadrian looked down at the whining Kinvara as she snuggled up against him further to get into a more comfortable position due to his quick shift in position.

"Well done Prongslet." Looking up, emerald green eyes stared into the familiar grey eyes of his godfather. "Bagging yourself a hot chick like that." Despite the position he was in, Hadrian felt himself laugh at the way Sirius greeted him after so long.

Shaking his head, Hadrian summoned a pair of pants onto him before getting out and embraced Sirius tightly. "I've missed you, Padfoot." Sirius hugged Hadrian tighter before pushing him away to arm's length and took a better look at him. A sad smile came upon his face as he took in the scars that were a result of countless battles and wars.

"I'm here and not even Death is going to take me away." The godfather and godson duo embraced one another tightly before they pulled away. Both moved towards the balcony and took a seat, laughing and conversing over Hadrian's male tales in this new world.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter and yes, Sirius Black never died and is in fact, very much alive and kicking. He will play a very key role in Hadrian's empire and will also be more serious than in canon. Sure he will still be the same playboy and immature Sirius at times, but he will also become serious and every inch the Black he is.

As for Hadrian's blade, it is short swords, Broadsword and Longsword re-forged into two short swords that can be merged together to form a Broadsword and lengthened into a Longsword.

Anyway, please leave a review to tell em what you liked, what you didn't like and also any ideas you have.