Summary: Harry Potter has thrived in Westeros for almost a millenium and rarely intervenes in the events that shaped the world, but with an invite to King's Landing for the wedding of King Joffrey and Lady Margery, he might not be able to help it. The Only King of Braavos, has returned and he will change the rules of the game of thrones.

A/N: This is the first chapter of my new fiction. I need my readers to help me decide the pairings for this fiction and want to give everyone a new type of Harry Potter in the Game of Thrones verse. So, to all my readers of Eternity Together, I am sorry I have not posted a new chapter, but I am nearly complete with the next chapter!

Chapter One: The Only King of Braavos

It was time to leave Dorne. Harry had been there for five years now and had learned all that he could have from the Orphans of the Greenblood and the occasional Dornish maester. It was a beautiful land with golden sand and clear water, spare as it was. The Red Mountains loomed in the distance and the sun beat down heating the air and sand, despite the end of summer.

Prince Oberyn Martell was leaving for King's Landing in order to attend the wedding of King Joffrey Baratheon and Lady Margaery Tyrell. His older brother had sought out Harry and begged him to travel North, incase a snake was waiting in the bushes of the Red Keep.

"A yellow snake, with green eyes…" Prince Doran had said ominously, as the wizard handed over more potions to keep the gout away.

Laughing softly, Harry nodded, "Of course, my Prince. It would be my pleasure. After all, I have always had a way with snakes."

Prince Oberyn had joined them at that point and commented, "They are not snakes, but instead they are lions. Hopefully your hunting skills will not be needed, but they will definitely come in handy."

And now they were traveling North and expected to arrive before most whores would break their fast; yet, that was where Prince Oberyn and his paramour Ellaria first wished to stop upon entering the capital of Westeros. Hopefully he will stop coming to me with lust in his eyes after a good few hours of fucking. It was not nearly as well known that Harry's desires were similar to Oberyn's. They both appreciated the body of a woman and the body of a man, though Harry only bedded those that he loved.

It has been nearly one hundred and fifty years since he had a lover.

Despite his young appearance, Harry was ageless. He had died of old age, in London, England and woke in the body that he had when he had killed the Dark Lord Voldemort. Harry had spent the next hundred years discovering this new world and the next nine hundred surviving in it.

Upon smelling the Red Keep, he rode swiftly back to the traveling party. Once his approach was noticed, the Prince, his paramour and a dozen knights sat up straighter and nearly doubled in speed for the grin on his face told them that they were close without him having to speak. He was excited for this new adventure to begin despite the terrible odor.

After nearly another hour of riding the smell became nearly too much to bear.

It smelt like shit, piss and sweat though most of the common folk that they passed on the road seemed to be used to it. The Prince and his paramour were nearly gagging as they got closer and closer to the city.

The sun was just rising as they stopped at the inn just on the outskirts of the capital. After a breakfast of bitter beer, smoked sausage and porridge, their parties splitting with the knights riding ahead to find their lodgings and Harry, Oberyn and Ellaria stopping at the whorehouse owned by Petyr Baelish.

A pretty blonde man was roused from his sleep by one of the servants. He bowed lowly in greeting to the Prince and escorted them to one of the finest rooms before ushering in three beautiful whores that he believed would satisfy the Red Viper's taste.

Harry remained by the door as Ellaria sprawled out elegantly on the huge bed and Oberyn began to circle the three scantily clad girls. The blonde man stood silently as the Prince inspected them though his eyes kept swaying back to the wizard.

"My lord, would you care for anyone? We can set you up in the room right down the hall?" he asked.

Cracking a small grin, Harry was about to respond when Ellaria spoke for him in her thick southern dornish accent. "He in no lord!" she laughed. "Just like I am no lady."

Bowing his head in apology, he spoke gently, but with humor lacing his words. "A term of courtesy in this establishment."

"A lie, anywhere. Why not use the right words? I am a bastard, she is a whore and he is a - well - I guess you could say king or wizard, though god is closer to what he really is."

Blue eyes widening, the blonde man bowed low, lower than he did for the Prince of Dorne. "Harry Potter. We are honored to have you in our establishment…"

Cutting him off with a swift flick of his wrist, Harry let out a dry chuckle before saying, "Hush, there is no need for that. Just see that my friends' needs are sated. I do not desire the carnal pleasure, today."

Oberyn grinned as he caressed the arm of a pale, copper-haired beauty. "He has not desired anyone for nearly one hundred and fifty years. After the death of his sweet Rhaena Targaryen."

Harry glared at him, but let it go quickly. His last lover died of old age and in peace.

"One - one hundred and fifty years?"

Ellaria grinned as one of the whores winked at her. Turning to face their procurer, she said, "Surely you have heard the legends?"

"Yes, but -"

Suddenly voices sang out in a song that caused Ellaria to freeze. Turning to her lover, Oberyn was already striding across the room with Harry not far behind.

"Calm down, Oberyn. They are not worthy of this attention," he whispered as they strode past the gleaming velvet curtains into a room where two men sat with their whores singing the Rains of Castamere.

"Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear."

Stopping in the archway, Harry watched as Ellaria rushed in to steal her lover away and he watched Oberyn stab one of the Lannister men. Turning suddenly, Harry stared as a tall dark haired man and a short stubby dwarf entered. Stepping into the shadows, he gazed at them with curious eyes.

Lord Tyrion spoke, "Prince Oberyn, forgive the intrusion, but we heard there was -" The Prince ripped his blade from the man's wrist and thick red blood shot out before his friend clamped his hand against the wound to stem the loss of life.

"- Trouble," he finished half heartedly.

Ignoring the imp, Oberyn turned to his paramour with a smirk on his face. "My apologies, lover," he spoke before pulling her to him and seemingly making love with her lips. After a few moments of Lord Tyrion failing to draw the attention back to himself and the man beside him, Harry cleared his throat.

The man that had came in with the dwarf jumped before the lord and unsheathed his sword so quickly that Harry could only blink before it was pressed to his throat. Catching the startled eyes of the man, Harry spoke, "We are all friends here. There is no need for blades."

"I don't trust men who hide in the shadows," the man responded.

Harry grinned, though his eyes never left the ones staring into his own, and held his hand out to Oberyn, who had pulled his own dagger out at the threat to him. "If I wanted you dead, good Ser -" He pressed the blade that he had drawn when the man had drawn his own, underneath his chin. "- you would not have been able to even draw your sword."

After another few breaths of tense silence, Harry pulled his dagger away and stepped back from the sword at his throat. Glancing at Oberyn, he shook his head and turned to face Lord Tyrion. "My lord, you came here to speak with the Prince of Dorne."

Tyrion still looked shocked at the events that had just played out, but seemed to get it together by the time he looked at Oberyn. "Of course, I came on behalf of King Joffrey to welcome you to King's Landing."

Oberyn sheathed his weapon and reached again for Ellaria. "Lord Tyrion, son of Tywin Lannister. And you are - what? His hired sword?"

The man grinned and placed his own sword away. "Aye, started that way. I'm a knight, now."

"How did that come to pass?"

"Killed the right people, I suppose," he shrugged.

They both started to laugh and the tension that had lingered seemed to disappear. Harry grinned as Tyrion cleared his throat to once again have the attention directed back to him. "Yes, this is Ser Bronn, a friend."

Oberyn's smile slowly turned to a frown. "Friend? I did not realize that Lannister's were allowed such a - weakness." Tyrion turned slightly red and was about to respond, but the Prince continued, "You must be one of the rare lions that don't rip the sheep apart upon seeing it." The dwarf looked conflicted from the comment, but then Oberyn smiled. "Let me introduce you to my friends. My paramour Ellaria Sand and my confidant King Harry Potter."

Lord Tyrion turned so quickly that his neck let out a loud crack and his knight Bronn looked confused before asking, "Another King?"

Harry grinned though he also cast the Prince a glare, "I have not been a King for many years. Please, my name is Harry."

The dwarf took several steps closer, his eyes squinting as he studied the man before him. "Green eyes, black hair, and a lightning bolt scar," he mumbled before suddenly dropping to a knee. "King Harry, I welcome you to King's Landing. We are all honored by your presence in Westeros."

Glaring once more at the snickering Prince, Harry knelt down and helped the imp stand. "Lord Tyrion you honor me, but like I said, I am no longer a king. Please, call me Harry,"

Standing, Tyrion bowed again and spoke, "Very well, Harry."

Oberyn grinned again, "Come let us get more girls! Perhaps you can convince my good friend to take a lover tonight."

Harry shook his head at the same time the little lord did. "I do not partake, now that I am married," he explained. "Prince Oberyn is it possible if you and I could speak outside?"

As the two men left, Ser Bronn turned to Harry, "A king, huh? King of what, if you don't mind my asking?"

Harry shrugged as Ellaria came to stand beside him, linking their arms together to lead him back to the room that her and her lover had rented for the evening. He glanced back over his shoulder at the knight that stood in the same spot they had left him and he answered, "I was the King of Braavos, for a time."

Ser Bronn straightened. "There has only been one king of Braavos, the first one, who helped build the city - nearly eight hundred years ago."

Ellaria and Harry continued to the door, though before they pushed the velvet curtain aside to leave, the wizard turn responded, "Eight hundred years… I did not think that it has been that long."

The Prince and his paramour had long since tired out from their rather continuous and loud love making all throughout the night. Harry sat calmly outside the door and waited for them to rise. It was nearly noon and he was ready to rest. He had not slept in nearly two days, and while he was tired, Harry had gotten use to lack of sleep and could be awake for another two or three days if he had to.

Three guards started walking to him, and at first, Harry assumed that they were part of the men that had joined them on their journey from Dorne, but as they got closer and closer, he realized that they were dressed in white cloaks, signifying that they were men of the Kingsguard.

Standing quickly, Harry watched as they lined up before him. One finally stepped forward and they all bowed gracefully before one spoke, "King Harry of Braavos, you have been summoned by the Queen Regent to speak with her son, King Joffrey of House Baratheon, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

"Six Kingdoms," a voice spoke behind him.

Turning, Harry saw one of the whores that bedded the Prince and his paramour.

One white cloak stepped forward with his hand on his sword and bellowed, "Bite your tongue, whore!"

Harry glanced once more at the girl as the Prince stepped out of the room. "She does not lie. Dorne has never bent the knee to the crown, though we have also never rebelled when we had just cause to."

Harry intervened before it could get out of hand, "If the King wishes to speak with me, then we must not deny him. Prince Oberyn, perhaps this young girl would be better suited in your company. I have not met a person that has been this taken with you since dear Ellaria."

After a moment of staring into each others' eyes, Oberyn nodded and grabbed the whore's arm with a smirk on his face, "Come, my darling one. I only left the bed to tell you that we were far from finished." Pulling her away, he glanced once more at Harry and nodded.

Looking back at the three Kings Guard, he grinned, "I believe the King is waiting." Before leading them out of the whorehouse and into the streets of the King's Landing.

They walked with a purpose, swift and steady, and his guards shoved every person that blocked their way. After several minutes they finally entered the Red Keep and not much longer they reached the throne room.

The King, who was not much younger than Harry appeared, sat on the throne made of the swords of the many enemies of Aegon Targaryen, first of his name. Beside the boy king was his mother and his grandfather. His uncle, or father if the rumors were true, stood behind the queen with a golden hand. The small council members stood not far and guards seemed to be everywhere.

Lord Tywin Lannister descended the steps before King Joffrey could speak and greeted the wizard, "King Harry, we welcome you to King's Landing."

Harry bowed his head and said, "I have been welcomed by your son already, Lord Tywin." The king turned to Ser Jamie, but he was once more interrupted, this time by Harry. "Not that uncle, King Joffrey, but Lord Tyrion. He was most welcoming."

The Queen Regent looked away with a grimace and Lord Tywin's lips pursed as Harry continued, "Though I see he is not here, how odd?"

Joffrey at last stood from his throne, "He is a fool. I did not bring you here to talk of my uncle! I brought you here so I could meet the Great Wizard and One King of Braavos. A man they say that cannot die and perform magicks unlike any other in existence."

Harry bowed his head again. "It is a pleasure, your grace," he said almost mockingly.

The King walked down the steps and stood beside his grandfather. He wore a cruel smirk on his face and spoke again, "A man, they say, a man that inspired legends. You look no older than seven and ten. I could have you killed if you are lying to me."

Before he could continue on, Lord Tywin gripped his shoulder harshly and rasped out with a clenched jaw, "Silence, you do not insult him." Turning to Harry, Lord Tywin bowed low, "Please, your grace, he does not know what he speaks of."

Joffrey broke away from his Hand and turned angry eyes toward him. "I do know! I want him to prove himself to me. Show me magic! Go on, boy! Prove yourself."

"There is no need -" Tywin tried to interject before Harry raised his hand.

"The King wishes to see a magic trick, my Lord. If he asked me to prove my immortality then I would gladly let you continue; however, since he merely asks for me to wave my hand and call forth my magic, I will not find insult in the matter in which he address me."

Tywin looked at his grandson and the young king flinched back from his look. "My apologies, King Harry. These war times have caused me to doubt even the most noble of men. I am sure you understand what it means to be a ruler in a time with people trying to steal your throne."

Harry gave a forced smile and said, "I cannot say that I have, but I can certainly understand why you have."

The king looked put out with that comment, but Harry raised his hands and flames began to dance upon his skin. Looking up he saw wonder, and a bit of fear in the eyes of the court. It was the Grand Maester Pycelle that looked dubious.

"Excuse me, your grace," the old man began. "The sorceress that travels with the traitor Stannis can conjure fire. It is merely an illusion. I do not think that this feat of 'magic' should be enough to prove this man's legitimacy."

"Quite right! Well go on show us something different."

Tywin looked pained as he turned back to the wizard who merely shrugged in response. "I apologise, your grace," the Warden of the West said.

Harry grinned, "It is of no concern, though if you doubt me Grand Maester then you can touch my flames. I assure you they will burn you." Regardless, Harry closed his hands to a fist and the flames disappeared.

"Well, 'wizard' show me something that no one else can claim," the Boy King spoke arrogantly.

Harry nodded solemnly and vanished.

Everyone gasped and jumped to their feet, when a voice rang out from above them.

Standing in the hallway overlooking the throne room was Harry, leaning against the pillar with his feet balanced on the railing. "Hope that it was proof enough for you, King Joffrey."

There was a moment of silence before the Lord Commander of the King's Guard burst into laughter. The Queen Regent looked away from her brother in embarrassment.

"Amazing," Jamie voiced between guffaws.

Harry smiled gently at the man with golden hair and bright green eyes that stared up at him in wonder and amusement. He vanished again and appeared once more before the Kingslayer. "Lord Jaime Lannister, you did us a service with the death of King Aerys."

He grimaced and looked like he wanted to deny it, but Harry continued, "However, I doubt anyone truly knows what happened that night beside you."

Turning toward the king, Harry bowed once more and said, "I hope that was proof enough."

Joffrey smiled and let a chuckle before nodding. "Yes, I believe that was more than good enough."

"Then may I leave? I must get back to my friends."

The King nodded and waved him off, though before Harry could leave the seventeen year old called back for him. "King Harry!"

Glancing over his shoulder Harry responded, "Yes, King Joffrey?"

"I expect you to be at my wedding feast. Perhaps you can perform some more magic for my guests and my bride."

Harry nodded and said, "If you so desire it."

He was almost out of the Red Keep when the Kingslayer finally caught up with him. His golden hand caught in the sunlight and drew Harry's eyes toward his missing limb.

Jaime glanced at his hand and let out a sigh. "Yes, the Lord Commander is missing a hand. I assure you that I can still fight!"

Harry nodded, but waited for the man to continue.

It was several awkward moments before the Lannister spoke again, "How did you know? About the king? King Aerys, that is."

Shrugging, he responded, "I was there that day."

"You were there that day?"

"Yes. I was coming to kill the Mad King, myself. I had learned of his plan to burn them all, I sent a missive to the House of Black and White and then went to kill him. And instead you did."

And with that, Harry apparated away.

Alright my fabulous readers, I have finished the second chapter of this fic and am at a standstill. I was going to wait to post his until I was completely finished with it, but I need help deciding who will be Harry's love interest.

Jaime, Arya and Daenerys are the choices I am offering to you! Please let me know what you think and I will go from there :) it will decide on where I will take his journey.

Thank you all!

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