I do not own Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, or House of the Dragons. This is my first fic, and honestly I think I've started okay.

Harry Potter is reincarnated as Haedryn Targaryen, younger twin to Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen How will the Dance fallout when one side has magic and the other doesn't? This might be a multi pairing. Might not.

98 AC

The Red Keep was bustling full of energy, Queen Aemma Targaryen was watching her twins, today was their first name day.

The twins in question, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, and her brother Prince Haedryn Targaryen. One would think that twins should look somewhat similar at least to some degree. But that isn't the case right now, while Princess Rhaenyra had the essential silver-white hair and purple eyes, as bright as the star that fell to House Dayne.

Her brother on the other hand, the Prince Haedryn had inky black hair, and eyes as green as the most untouched shade of emerald, with specks of violet littered through the iris. The birthing chamber was an exciting affair, the premise that the King and Queen's twins looks completely differ from eachother but that didn't down the love they had for their babes.

As Aemma is tending to her babes with coos and caresses, Meri the Queen's milkmaid turns away from her station of preparing the Prince and Princesses clothes for the day, an array of blacks and reds, supporting their house.

"Their Graces' clothes are prepared, my Queen." She says as she curtsys lightly and proceeds to stand next to the twin cribs on standby waiting for her next instruction.

"Thank you Meri, you are ever faithful. May you send for my husband? I believe it is time for the festivities. " The Queen replies with a sigh as she stares in the eyes of her son, never much looking away from her children these days.

Haedryn has always had intelligent eyes, Aemma thinks. Like there are some of the most mysterious things hiding behind those eyes, not frightening, not to her atleast, a more sirene feeling. He never fussed, as silent as could be when he came out her womb, she almost panicked. But he opened his eyes and she knew she would love her boy forever and would want for nothing. Her thoughts gravitate towards her eldest by 5 seconds, Rhaenyra was pure fire.

Her birth was loud and a lot more painful than she would have originally thought. But it was worth more than anything, even when Rhaenyra would wake and cry through the night, wails, sometimes for something, sometimes for nothing. But it didn't matter, they were her babes, no matter how melancholy they might be, or as spitfire as they could.

So lost in her musings she never heard the door opened, her King and husband, King Viserys Targaryen, strides through in a bejeweled doublet of black lining through the sleeves and red undertone. Aegon I's dagger at his hip as always.

"My wife, you look as beautiful as always." He announced walking in with his trusty Kingsguard Ser Westerling.

He proceeds to bend down and lay a chaste kiss to her brow and gaze at his children. They both appearing in and out of sleep. Somewhat aware, but not so much. He sees the eggs in their cradles. Rhaenyra with a dark purple egg, with light blue veins running through. Haedryn's egg was a sweet red colour, with blood red veins webbing around it in intricate overlapping lines.

"Thank you, my King, you are very comely as you've always been. May we leave to courtyard? I'm sure the masses have been awaiting." The Queen chided out with a chuckle, standing and picking up her son to carry him at her bosom. She tell Meri to hold Rhaenyra, loops one arm into her husband's, and they start to walk out of their chambers.

The event was a sordid affair, Lords and Ladies from the Reach, Crownlands, Stormlands and the like, came to see the new additions to the Royal family and scrounge up good favour. The Queen was laying in the bed in her chambers, her twins curled in her arms, it was a chillier night than most and she didn't think just the cradles would keep her babes warm enough.

While falling asleep, but still keeping an eye on her children, she saw as her son lazily wiggled his way close to her, and wrapped his arms around his mother's waist. Well as far as a one year old could.

Haedryn loved his mother, the one year since he's been reborn here. He's never really had much of a mother figure, Mrs. Weasley doesn't count if he wants to be honest with himself. But he would burn the world for Aemma, she doesn't even know it yet. He perceived everything since birth, he could even tell you what it felt like. His magic core the exact same as his last life at its end. He has felt it since he got here, roiling, never static, boiling, always on the edge of combusting. Alas, he was just one name day and couldn't go out and exercise his core, even to alleviate some of the pressure. He knows that when he does for the first time, it might result in being a little wild. So he drifts off to sleep, thinking about his new family, his untapped power, and the warmth of his mother and twin sister, for there's nothing he wouldn't do for them.

103 AC

Past him may have thought he was cheating, but now he knows he's just using his talents and advantages, a true Slytherin if he's being honest.

Prince Haedryn is in the training yard with a kingsguard knight and his sworn shield, Ser Steffon Darklyn. Everyone thought that young Prince was a prodigy, his martial prowess, ruthless intellect, and strategic mind set him apart from many Targaryens of old. Breezing and surpassing even thoughs older than him in his numbers and letters. Inhaling information from books and tomes, dusted scrolls from the most odd places. He took to High Valyrian like a fish in water, even to using it as a first language. Many conversations the King and the Princes Daemon and Haedryn had were in Valyrian.

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Ser Steffon Darklyn was a humble knight, one of the seven Darklyns to serve the Kingsguard. An accomplished knight who was sworn to the Prince on his third name day, he has stayed by his side on all of his escapades, late-night or otherwise around the Red Keep. He thought the young Prince was a kind Prince, and would grow into becoming an honourable Prince, and highly intelligent, as to not say he isn't now.

But as he is intelligent, he is as swift and as ruthless as one could be. If his fighting style is as any indication to what he will become in the future. As silent as a snake, but the bite of a dragon from the way Haedryn again masterfully deflects the overhead strike from the Darklyn knight downwards and holds his sword over Ser Steffon's. The Prince just as quick swung the wooden bastard sword upwards vertically, cracking another piece off of the the knight's shield. Ser Steffon raises his shield in a feint but the size difference he didn't account for is where he made his mistake. Haedryn dives through his open stance, under his legs and proceeds to turn shift on his back and kick one of the knight's legs behind his knee. He crumbles on his one good leg and tries to turn around but he already felt the wooden sword on his throat.

"Do you yield Ser?" Haedryn pants out, and it makes sense for him to be out of breathe, they've had 5 bouts and this one has lasted the longest of 30 minutes. The score 3-2 in the Prince's favour.

"I yield, my Prince." Ser Steffon says as he gets up and flexes the leg that was kicked, it would be a little sore for the day but nothing worrisome. One would think he should be embarrassed for losing bouts to a 5 name day old boy, but he begs to differ. He knows his Prince will become the greatest swordsman in the world, and it wouldn' t be close.

A sudden light applause was heard through the relatively silent courtyard. Haedryn whips his head around and upwards toward the outside overlook by the stairs. He sees his father, sister, the Lord Hand Otto Hightower, and the two Kingsguard, Lord Harold Westerling and Ser Ryam Redwyne, the famed Reach knight. Haedryn's astute perception immediately clocked Otto Hightower as a man who would do anything for his power and legacy. Nothing concrete, but he honestly rubbed him the wrong way.

"Good fight, my son!" The King bellowed to his youngest. Viserys wasn't always there as a father, being a King was a time consuming occupation, but he would always find time to see his children.

"Yes a good spectacle to witness, my young Prince, I am confident you will become a confident swordsman." The Hand commented rather lazily, but enough faux enthusiasm to pass as genuine.

Rhaenyra was just smiling slyly and giggling like she knew something everyone else didn't. While Haedryn was excelling in his academics, the Princess was no slouch either. Haedryn helped her with whatever she needed, he was completely wrapped around her finger, like most women in the family she thought funnily. Her thoughts went to her new dragon, Syrax. At first she was upset that her egg didn't hatch in her cradle and Haedy's did. But when he snuck her to the dragonpit 2 weeks ago and gave her a chance to bond to a dragon that already hatched she was ecstatic. Immediately tackled him and squeezed the life out of him. Dust, dirt and soot on their clothes and in their hair one would think they were mining. A crème coloured dragon just almost ready to ride that was maturing. A she-dragon, the same as Haedy's. She wasn't sure why or when she thought of the name Syrax but she couldn't wait to finally go on the ride that will change her life.

It seemed to be about 2 a.m to Haedryn as he walks through the streets of King's Landing. He could have just apparated their from the end of the Stret of Looms but he like looking at the city from a first person perspective, not relying on just information that will be relayed. As he is about to bend into the alley and apparate to the dragonpit, he notices a young woman being surrounded by 4 men all in different states of filth. She seems to be around 18-20 name days, the most midnight of hair, and eyes as blue as the sea. Plump lips curled in a sneer at her possible attackers, and eyes showing a edge of killer intent. Fight or flight and she chose fight, she wasn't gonna do it alone, possibly not at all.

He's always despised rapists, when he would go on raids as an auror he would see the remains of what death eaters left in their hideouts and compounds. If they were too late it would an array of blood, bodies, women, bodily fluid, chains, and some may or may not be alive. The horrors were what they were, a horror, but he won't sit by and let it happen. Especially if he has anything to do about it.

He should have tried to be silent about it, maybe pick them off one by one, or just scare them. But he hasn't been able to let loose yet, and this would go as a wasted opportunity if he didn't use it to quell some of his… more sinister of urges and the roiling magic core in his body. So when he coughs and starts smiling when the 4 men and the woman almost crack their necks to look at the young boy casually walking up to a would-be raping.

"Oi, kid get the fuck out of here! You dun want no parts around here." A scraggly man of decent height of around 6 foot, blonde beard and beady eyes. Stood behind him seems to be a set of twins, both with a shade a kin to the red brown of the Tully's signature colour, and brown eyes that were screaming lust as they still leered at the woman trapped between the wall and the men.

"Fuck you, let her go and I won't kill you." Haedryn said dangerously while tilting his head, eyes glistening in the moonlight, a blank expression.

"Oh he's a rowdy one boys, we might have to really have to make this kid disappear." A balding man, the burliest of the quad said from directly to the left of the scraggly man as he took a step forward to look the boy up and down.

"You could try, but I'd have to scrape you off the wall." The Prince encouraged, head still tilted, waiting for the incoming reaction of rage. He noticed the woman staring at him like some sort of 6 headed fish, the curiosity and outright disbelief was evident in her eyes and he just chalked it down to a 5 year old versus grown men is unthinkable in it's own right.

The man's reaction is exactly what he expected. The perceived leader of the group of rapists unsheathes a a 10 inch dagger from the back of his belt loop and proceeds to charge at the boy, murder in his veins. Haedryn corrrects his head and waits, he wants him to pick up a little speed, just because, he thinks maliciously. About 6 feet away from eachother, the man lunges, but goes nowhere, but to his immediate left. Into a wall of blood, brain, bone matter, rags that fell lazily, and a lone bloody dagger sitting on the ground. If no one saw what happened they would have thought someone was trampled by a thousand elephants. But that's not what happened, and the other 5 people in the alley know exactly who did it.

Silence reigned so long through the alley you would have perceived it as a great King. The way the eyes of the former predators immediately shifted from the blood mural on the wall, to him and back in multiples would have made him laugh in any instance. But he's here to quell his urges, not be gawked at by his victims. He starts walking towards them, a slow pace, predatory even. Haedryn conjures an intricate serrated black steel 7 inch knife in his left hand and proceeds to raise his right hand towards the scraggly man, summoning his shirt, he slides in front of him on his knees, his legs now bloodied from the height difference and the Prince immediately slams the blade into the throat of the blonde bearded man. The gurgles and spasms were a sight to behold, the confusion, the horror, the fear in the man's eyes, it made sense to the young Prince, one would fear these things in their position. The thing is, what really got Haedryn going was watching the light go out. Not like a bulb where there's light, and then it clicks off into darkness. No, it's more like a sunset, the life, soul, spirit, draining from the two irises. Many emotions, many different kinds of colours you can see when their end is at it's climax, the feeling is like no other. His two victims deaths were quick so far because he made it so… the twins won't be.

Haedryn, with another wave of his hand, pushes the man aside like one would kick a piece of garbage in their way. Until he heard running footsteps coming towards him and with the grace of a professional dancer, he bends backwards at an almost 90 degree angle. Completely dodging the wide sword swing from the twin to the left. The right twin finally moving into action and attempting to support his brother, unsheathes his sword and runs to the fight. The Prince jumps a horizontal slash from the left twin and jabs him in his gut with his knife. The stab wasn't as deep as he would have liked, he felt it but he wouldn't go down from it.

The left twin grunts at the pang of fire in his abdomen and starts to go on the offensive with two cuts, a downwards vertical into a swift low horizontal that could have taken the Prince's knees off. Haedryn side steps the intial vertical swipe and kicks hard on the left twin's wrist while he was preparing his second attack. The sword drops and the Prince throws a bludgeoning hex into the knife injury he inflicted earlier. The pain shot through his stomach like he was hit by a carriage, the wound now bleeding profusely and the left twin being disoriented during. While someone else would have tried to go for the kill, he knew there was another one on his way. Just as he finished the thought, he sees the right twin prepare another horizontal slash, the same as his brother.

"Duck Alyn!" The right twin yelled, hoping to catch the young boy off guard and cleave him in two while his brother is on the ground.

That's not at all how it went, Haedryn seeing the swing coming and the instruction from the twin. Immediately he falls on his back, using his hands as leverage he puts them behind his head, he kicks his feet off the ground, using the momentum from leaning back and tucking his knees, he lashes out with his feet and into the left twin's chin. Effectively sending him back to a taller stance, and getting decapitated by his brother.

"Damnit, I kind of wanted to save you two… guess one is okay." The Prince states conversationally while banishing the head into the right twin's face before it could touch him.

The last man was in such a blind rage he didn't notice the boy waving his hand around him in both directions of the alley. Before he was hit by a blood red light, and he screamed.

'Well this is nice, it's been a while since i've heard screams like this.' Haedryn thought with a gleeful smile on his face, his head in the signature tilt. Time goes by with the ear bursting screams and wails and honestly he doesn't know how much, until he seems something move in the corner of his eye, he snapped his head over to it and gazed at the interruption.

She just wanted to look at the produce from one of the many stalls around King's Landing, it was one of her very few days where she didn't have to work as a barmaid. Groped and degraded for a few coppers and silvers. It's not the life she wanted, but she knows there is worse out there. She always keeps a knife with her, always have, and the one time she forgets it, she is accosted in an alleyway by rapist scum. It was supposed to be a fairly normal day for her, and being in this situation didn't bode well at all for her. She knew she was beautiful, even as lowborn as she was, didn't make her not as comely as royalty or other highborn ladies. She wracked her brain, thinking of possible solutions out of this alleyway without becoming a victim, and she got a wall, quite literally and figuratively as she felt the cool cobblestone behind her.

'But the strangest thing.' She thinks as a boy younger than 4 name days, confidently walks and confronts her would be attackers. When he whipped the largest man into a wall and essentially turned him into paste on the wall, albeit some kind of sorcery or…something, she felt fear before anything else. 'What IS he?' She yells at herself at the power this tiny boy was wielding. So nonchalantly and elegantly, like he was used to bending it to his will. As he pulled another one of the men she could almost feel the tendrils of whatever he was doing to them, it felt sick, harmonious with the dead and the damned, a feeling of grief and death washed over her still form, back against the wall as she has stayed since the beginning. The black haired beauty doesn't make a sound, doesn't move a muscle, she stills, as the one of the last men charge him trying to cut him down. But it's over…as fast as it started with the brother cutting the other one down.

Now the last is screaming, writhing on the ground, screaming like their lungs are all that they have, like a babe fresh from birth. Contrary to that this isn't new life, this is death, and she doesn't want to be here anymore. She just stands and listens, and hopes and prays to whatever Gods to not let his ire be directed to her in his… is it rage? 'He's smiling like it was a name day present.' She says to herself. The pale skinned woman tries to take a step but immediately feels the gaze from the boy and it freezes all her thoughts.

Haedryn has deemed this night to an end and throws an emerald green curse at the man on the ground. Silencing the alleyway and the hard breath from the woman could be heard from where he stood a few paces away. Honestly he didn't expect it from himself, but he decided to put everything on the table, he thought she was gorgeous, the Prince was never one to fall for a pretty face, but he felt like she had some worth. So in his most Gryffindor of recent actions, he turned on the spot and felt the signature pull through his navel of getting sucks through a tube. After not even half a second later he appeared in front of her, greened and violet eyed, staring at her eyes, oceanic and as chaotic as the crashing waves, he could see the confusion, and fear in her eyes as she flinched back abruptly but he didn't want her to fear him.

He raised his right hand and waved her down, she complied and bent down a little so he could reach her. Haedryn moved his arm, lightly placed his hand on her cheek, and spoke in a quiet but nice tone.

"Hello, I'm not gonna hurt you my Lady, my name is Haedryn Targaryen, I'm sorry about the mess and how brutal I was, but they were vermin and I believe they should've been exterminated. Do you agree?"

He saw the way her eyes bugged when he told her his name, the realm knew the King's second child had inky hair and eyes of green and violet.

She didn't know what to say, the Prince of the Seven Kingdom's saved her from being raped in a back alley in the peak of times of the night. Not any Prince but a Prince of 5 name days if her memory serves her correctly. But she wouldn't be ungrateful, if this was the outcome of her night so be it.

"Thank you my Prince, you helped me from a fate I don't know if I could've overcame. You have my sincerest gratitude and if you needed anything I would gladly help any way that I could." She says humbly, eyes to the ground but feeling a warmth from the hand on her cheek.

"There may be my Lady, but may I get your name?" Haedryn says dragging her chin up, as to make him look her in the eye.

"Maeve." She replied looking him in the eye, she squeezed his hand on her cheek, gave him a light smile and proceeded to stand up. She gives a once over of the alley, and tries to keep her stomach down, it really was a gruesome sight.

"I want you to work for me, in the Red Keep. I'm not sure if you have a family or anything but I'd pay you whatever you want, and you'd need nothing. Food, shelter, warmth, I'm not sure what you're living conditions are, but I'd like to hire you." Haedryn states in the most caring voice he can manage, he thinks he can really make her life better than it really is. He honestly still doesn't know what he's gonna have her do, maybe just conversation, maybe as a maid, he doesn't even have a clue how his mother is going to take to having a woman grown just around her son.

"Doing what?" Maeve looks skeptically at the young boy infront of her. She knows how vicious he really is, he tortured, mauled and obliterated her 4 attackers. But in this instance is he the lesser of two evils? "I understand you're a Prince but how would you employ me at 5 name days?"

"I'm not sure yet to be honest, probably just for conversation, I can tell you're a learned woman, you can read and write. It's hard to connect with those of your own age when you you can't relate to anything they are enamored with…" Haedryn slowly whispered, he was the most melancholy of the castle. He wasn't idiotic to not take note how adults looked at his loneliness and peerlessness. Although he was "gifted" he could never make friends or acquaintances besides his immediate family. So he took his chance of his first friend on a stranger and he hopes it doesn't bite him in the ass.

She looks him over with a calculating gaze, it may have been for a couple minutes, or a couple hours as she was going through a series of thoughts and ways she can make this work. And she does the only thing she thinks of, she accepts.

"Okay, my Prince, I accept the opportunity." Maeve says with a nod and smile across her white skin.

"Call me Hae or Haedy. If anything I'd like us to be friends Maeve." Haedryn says with his own smile back at her. Surprisingly the atmosphere lightened dramatically and a gleam entered her eye, he doesn't know if it was always there and dimmed when she was confronted. But he liked it on her. "Come on, I planned to see Kinvara but I guess we'll do that in the morning…" He trailed off while walking out the alley the way he came. The Prince heard the rushed footsteps behind him as he expertly weaved through some of the night walkers and late night vendors and whores that roamed the streets this time of night in Flea Bottom. He found himself back at the end of the Street of Looms and beckoned Maeve close to him. At her curiously arched eyebrow, he grabbed her wrist and turned on the spot.