The Witch Queen of Essos

Tyene: Well...that was interesting. So when are the dragons showing up?

Wanda: Oh, I think I finally have a non contrived way for Dany to get her dragon eggs again! It's just not quite yet. I do not own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones.

Chapter 2: Across the Sea

Under the cover of night, Ginny delivered Elia's body to Lord Doran Martell and his brother Oberyn. While Dorne mourned the loss of their princess, they were relieved over the safety of Aegon and Rhaenys and welcomed Ginny with open arms.

Initially, Oberyn was hostile towards Lyanna until a Ginny relayed Elia's perception on the situation to him – and the fact that, by Rhaegar's command, Aegon and Rhaenys were still royal. While he still didn't appreciate her presence, Oberyn became more hospitable towards the Stark lady.

"You cannot stay here." Doran told Ginny. "Tywin and Robert will not suffer any of these children to live, and Dorne cannot fight against both the Barantheons and the Lannisters should they invade to retrieve them."

"Where do you recommend we go?" Ginny asked.

"Pentos – it's one of the richer districts in Essos." Doran responded. "You'd best leave from the docks immediately – I shall lend you a ship for your travels. Consider this my thanks for bringing my sister and her children home."

Oberyn stepped closer to Ginny and looked down at her severely. "Those children are all I have left of my sister." He said coldly. "I won't see any harm come to them."

"I understand," Ginny said simply, choosing not to get angry as she remembered coming home to find her own children dead when she thought they were safe with a friend. "You have nothing to fear from me."

Varys arranged for their housing via raven – he had friends and 'little birds' everywhere, Lyanna told her. Two wet nurses took Aegon and Rhaenys from the two women, who were getting tired from carrying them – they were another 'gift' from Dorne.

Lyanna retreated to her cabin, exhausted from the day. Ginny suspected she only remained awake to care for Jon – named for Jon Connington, Rhaegar's most trusted friend.

Meanwhile, Ginny gently handed Daenerys to the third nurse before relaxing against the bow. Viserys decided she was interesting enough to stay by her side.

"Are you an angel?" He asked her when Dorne faded into the distance. The wind against the water and the sails created a soothing beat, washing all the troubles away. "Did the Seven send you?"

Ginny shook her head, though the question nagged at her. Did something otherworldly pull her from the veil? The people in her old world had called it a border between life and death, that's why she had fallen through it. "No, Viserys. I'm a witch."

"But I thought witches turned people into frogs and hexed people." Viserys said curiously. "They're evil. You're... you're good."

"We're not all evil." Ginny responded with a small smile. "In fact, I wouldn't say that the majority of us are evil. In that respect, we're not much different from people like you."

"But we're Targaryen." Viserys said, brow furrowing. "We're not like most people."

"You're still a human being." Ginny chastised him mildly. "In the end, all people feel happiness and fear. Some of us take more chances than others."

Viserys frowned, pondering this. Ginny gestured for him to come closer; the silver haired boy obligingly slid under her arm and rested his head against her shoulder. For a moment, Ginny was reminded painfully of Albus Severus – her little boy had always done that when he was tired at the end of the day.

In the end, she lightly stroked his hair and began singing a small lullaby. "I remember tears streaming down your face, when I said I'd never let you go. All those shadows almost killed the light...I remember you said 'don't leave me here alone', when all is dead and gone and past tonight..."

Viserys smiled and quickly fell asleep. Ginny kept singing for a few more minutes before succumbing to exhaustion. Two of the sailors eventually carried them back to her quarters while the moon floated high above them, watching.

**Some Time Later**

"What's your family name, Ginny?" Lyanna asked curiously. Ginny was organizing some flowers in her room at the Pentos Mansion.

They had arrived last night to find Rhaegar waiting for them. The Bard Prince had recovered from his injury in very short order and was anxiously awaiting his family's arrival. Once the ship landed and he was reunited with Lyanna, Ginny explained the situation to him.

Rhaegar took their current exile from Westeros with surprising grace, although Ginny could see the anger in his eyes at Tywin's betrayal and Robert's attempt to murder his children (and the murder of Elia). In the end, Rhaegar decided to enter the Golden Company and become a mercenary to support his family outside of 'donations' sent from Dorne and Varys. Though he was determined to marry Lyanna before he left on his first tour.

Jon, Daenerys, Rhaenys and Aegon took to their new house very well, though Viserys showed signs of homesickness fairly quickly. Ginny rearranged his room to more resemble his mother's quarters to soothe this.

Lyanna had befriended Ginny quickly once Rhaegar had allowed her to enter the Tower of Joy, so the two were spending some time together before she voiced this question.

Ginny nearly said 'Potter' before pausing. Ginny Potter was the woman who had failed to save her husband and her children. Ginny Weasley was the girl who had been possessed and a collateral damage in a world at war. She wasn't that girl anymore.

The Weasleys as a family didn't care much for the retrospective 'my ancestors are better than yours' that most pure blood family, but something Arthur had told her when she was a little girl was that they as a family were descended from Godric Gryffindor's younger son. He had told her many stories of the legendary wizard and his family's achievements...including their original name.

"Griffin d'Or." She answered after a moment. "That's my family's legacy."

Lyanna smiled. "A lovely name. If I have another child, I'd like to name her after you."

Ginny flushed. "You're too kind, Lyanna." She said quietly.

"Viserys and Daenerys have taken a liking to you." Lyanna observed. "Yara Stone told me that Dany threw a crying fit after you left her this morning."

"I grew up around many siblings." Ginny responded, chuckling a bit. Daenerys was usually a quiet child, so this fit was news to her. It was also funny to her that Yara had trouble calming her down – Aegon and Rhaenys had both taken to her quite fast, even more than her fellow maids Anna Sand or Sara Waters. "I suppose you can say it's an inherited ability."

"You'll be good for them." Lyanna said, her voice becoming a bit more serious. "It's said that madness runs in the Targaryen family, due to their tradition of dynamic incest. Rhaegar escaped it, but I worry for those two."

"Madness is not inherit," Ginny responded, "It's a matter of circumstance. I'll be sure to care for them as if they were simple born children, and no madness will strangle them."

Lyanna smiled softly. "Good." She said.

Ginny left the room a moment later and stepped out onto the balcony. Rhaegar had warned her that while the Free Cities were a haven from Tywin's clutches, Essos was home to many slave cities and sellers were prowling the streets searching for victims.

Ginny loathed slavery as any decent person did, and not for the first time she wondered what force had brought her into this world. What had Harry called this sensation? His 'saving people thing'. She shook her head slightly, remembering the boy who had insisted on carrying the entire world on his shoulders alone. She new she would have trouble sleeping if this city was also home to slavers.

Though surprisingly enough, it would take a few years for the slavers to push their luck too far. But that's a story for some time later.

**A Few Days Later**

Rhaegar and Lyanna married in a simple ceremony at the former prince's request. The day afterwards, he left for the golden company, leaving Lyanna pregnant once again.

Ginny had attended the ceremony in a red dress, her signature colour. After that, she decided to find herself a 'dancing master'. As powerful as her magic was, she liked having a second option in case something strange happened.

Another mystery reared its head less than forty eight hours after she made this decision. When she went to her room to sleep, she found a familiar artifact resting on her bed. The Sword of Gryffindor.

Ginny was beginning to wonder if Viserys had a point about the Seven – there was no way that was a coincidence. The hat had said that the sword would come to one who had a great need of it. Had her magic brought it here without even realizing it?

She picked up the sword and unsheathed it. Godric Gryffindor's name was written across the blade just as it was before. A warmth rushed through her when she held it in her hand.

"Thank you, Godric." She whispered, unsure of who she was speaking too.

**Nine Months Later**

Lyanna's second birth went much more smoothly than her first. Viserys and Ginny were both present when Yara declared it was a girl.

The new child looked just like her mother, except she had the silver hair and violet eyes of her father. In that way, she was an inverted version of Jon, who was a dark haired and blue eyed version of Rhaegar.

Lyanna, in the end, chose to name her Lillian at Ginny's request, after her own lost child.

It was at this point in time that Lyanna chose to confide in Ginny the prophecy that had hung over the Targaryen house for quite some time.

"The Prince Who was Promised..." Ginny echoed.

"His story shall be one of ice and fire." Lyanna finished.

"What do you think that means?" Ginny asked in concern.

"Rhaegar believes it means the return of the dragons...and the Others." Lyanna responded, shuddering when she named the latter creature.

"The what?"

"Ice monsters that come from beyond the wall." Lyanna said, her eyes becoming distant. "They nearly wiped the First Men out, thousands of years ago. They faded into legend...but...if they return, we will need fire to stop them."

"That's what the Wall north of Winterfell is for, I take it." Ginny guessed.

Lyanna nodded. "The Night's Watch was established to protect the land from them." She said. "But as the memory of the Others and the Long Winter faded away, they lost their drive and the desire to take their jobs seriously, except for clashing with the Wildlings who live on the other side." She frowned. "Now it is just used as a dumping ground for criminals."

"I can't see that having dramatic consequences." Ginny said sarcastically. "Leave them as your only line of defence against the monsters of ancient times. You can't get better warriors than rapists, murderers and thieves."

Lyanna laughed at this. "The vipers of King's Landing – no offence to Oberyn – have become far too invested in petty politicking to concern themselves with such things."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "And the Targaryens are the mad ones."

**Later that Evening**

Ginny found herself a 'dancing master' to learn the art of sword fighting. She became proficient in fairly short order considering her physical age, but it wouldn't be until Daenerys's seventh name day that she found a use for it.

That was the day dragons were reborn.

End Chapter

And...cliffhanger. I really love Dany, so you can bet she'll have some awesome moments in this story. Next time, I give some context as to how Ginny will live up to the title of this story. Also, given that he's living in a better but more strict environment Viserys will be less of a dick and more of a loving brother, since I believe that being the 'begger king' made him bitter and fed his attitude in GoT.

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