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Summary: Harry Potter has thrived in Westeros for almost a millennium 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 Margaery, 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: Thank your the response to this story! I forgot to mention in the first chapter that I do not own anything! And for those who have asked I am a girl! And with that, enjoy!
Chapter Two: With Magic and Might
The day of the wedding began like any other since Harry had arrived in the capitol. The Prince and his paramour had been roused from the bed they shared with several whores and had to rush about getting ready. Ellaria begged Harry to use his magic and help them get ready, but like the day before and the day before that he had denied her.
"Please, Harry! You know I hate to bath alone and Oberyn has to attend to his knights."
Chucking he responded, "My dear Ellaria, magic is not meant to be used as an easy fix. After so many years of being able to use it for whatever I desire, I have learned that sometimes it is easier to just do it yourself."
However, now that he was looking at the clothes that he had brought for the occasion, Harry was certain that he would have to use magic to make himself more presentable, especially since the King had so kindly requested that he perform a feat of magic today.
Sighing, Harry let his magic rise to the surface and watched his appearance change in the dull piece of metal that he used as a mirror. Despite the fact that he did not want to be considered a king, Harry knew that the Lannisters would use whatever they had available to rise above him, to show that they were more powerful than him, even if it was just his appearance.
He was now in a deep navy tunic that was nearly as black as the night's sky, the stitching on the front was that of the symbol for the Deathly Hallows, which was also imprinted on each button that was made of fine silver. His cloak was black and sheer, nearly see-through, and trailed past him as he walked. And his boots were a sparkling silver that matched the thin band that adorned his head.
A king looked back at him from the mirror.
Stepping out of his room, he watched Oberyn's jaw become slack before a smirk appeared. "Who are you dressed up for, King Harry? Did you meet someone that can break your vow of chastity?"
"I am not chaste, Oberyn. Though Jaime Lannister seems like an interesting man, but alas his heart is held in the strong grasp of his sister."
"I will overlook the fact that he is a Lannister, though it is good to see that the rumors of that incestous relationship may be true. That does not mean that he will always love her, perhaps you can persuade him to give you his heart instead?"
Harry shook his head. "No, there is another that has that ability and she will be good for him, while I will merely cause him more pain. I doubt that I will find anyone in this terrible city that I could grow to care for."
Oberyn shrugged and then asked, "Why are you dressed up then? I thought you said that you were going to just wear your armor and try to not draw attention to yourself?"
"The King has asked that I perform an act of magic during his wedding feast. I did not want him to think that just because I will do as he wishes that I am anything less than a king."
Oberyn grinned, "Well than let us attend this ceremony. Dare I say that today will be a lot more interesting than I originally believed it to be."
The Sept was filled to the brim with high lords and ladies. As Oberyn and Harry entered, a hand grabbed the wizard's arm. Turning to look at the person that held him back, green eyes clashed with green eyes.
"Lord Tywin, may I help you?"
The old man inclined his head and let go off Harry. "Your grace, King Joffrey and myself invite you to sit with our family while the ceremony occurs. It would do us a great honor to have a man such as yourself with us while we celebrate this joyous occasion."
After glancing at the Prince at his side, who gave him a knowing smirk, Harry joined the Hand of the King to the front row, where he sat between Prince Tommen and Jaime Lannister. His dark hair stood out among the sea of blondes.
"Hello, your grace," the Kingslayer said.
"And good morrow to you as well, Lord Commander."
A little hand pulled at his tunic and Harry looked down at the young child that was trying to capture his attention. The boy was very young, maybe no older than nine and had bright blonde hair just like his mother and rumored father. He had plump cheeks and a gentle smile. His eyes were a dull green, though they had the sparkle of youth in them.
"Are you really a wizard and a king?" he asked quietly. Jaime grinned down at the child and was pleased to see that his sister was too absorbed with talking with their father to reprimand the little prince.
Harry knelt down and smiled at the young boy. "Yes, I am. And are you really a prince of the Seven Kingdoms?"
The child blushed and turned to hide in his mother's skirts. Cersei Lannister turned to look at her son and pursed her lips at the sight of Harry kneeling on the ground. Though she hid it quickly, he knew that she was not fond of him.
"You have a beautiful son, Queen Regent," Harry spoke as he stood up.
She gave him a tight smile, but before she could respond, the ceremony began.
It was a long wedding, full of prayers to the Seven and strung out vows of true love, but at last King Joffrey had his wife Margaery as Queen. Once the couple passed their row, Harry and the other Lannister filed out after them.
It was not a long walk to the feast. And once Harry was surrounded by other guests of the wedding, he slipped into the crowd with an intent of getting away from Lannister family, only to run into Lord Tyrion and his young wife Sansa.
"Lord Tyrion, did you enjoy your nephew's wedding?" he asked.
The dwarf looked up at him, and the beautiful red haired girl bowed her head as Harry tried to catch her eyes. Tyrion gave a tense smile to the man and responded, "Of course, your grace. Surely you have heard about the deep love the king and I hold for one another."
Laughing, Harry replied, "Almost as profound as the love between you and your sister, correct?"
The beautiful wife of Tyrion looked up with her jaw slightly agape. The Lannister let out a small chuckle and introduced the woman standing beside him. "May I present my lady wife, Sansa Lannister. My bride, this is King Harry of Braavos."
The young girl dipped low in a curtsey and Harry inclined his head in greeting before brushing his lips across her knuckles. "Please, Lady Sansa, call me Harry. I have already told your lord husband that there is no need to be so formal."
Sansa agreed, "Of course, King Harry."
The wizard gave a small chuckle and followed the pair to the feast. "I grieve for your loss, Lady Sansa. From what I have heard, your family was very honorable."
She stiffened and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before bowing her head in an act of shame. "My father was a traitor, my brother was a traitor, my mother was a traitor. I have traitor's blood and am honored to be married to my lord husband despite it."
Lord Tyrion grimaced, but did not comment on what she had spoken. Harry felt a heat of anger spread from his chest, causing his hands to clench. "Lady Sansa, regardless of the accusations, your family obviously loved you. There is no crime in loving them back."
Sansa turned to look at him and her eyes had filled with tears though they had not fallen. He gave her a thin smile and bid them both farwell. Her husband bowed his head once more to Harry and led her to the front of feast, where he would sit with his family and the Tyrells.
He was about to sit at the table for Prince Oberyn and his guests when Lord Tywin tried to have him join them up front. "It would be a great honor, your grace," he said and for a moment Harry wanted to curse him, but let it pass.
"No, Lord Lannister. I believe that King Joffrey and his Queen would prefer to have the company of only family. I have been neglecting my duties to my friend."
The old man stared at Harry, searching his green eyes for something, before responding, "Your friend. Prince Oberyn. I noticed that you do not call any other person here 'your' anything. Not your lord, not your grace, nothing."
Narrowing his eyes, Harry replied, "Because no one here is my anything. King Joffrey is not my king and you are not my lord. I have no problem with your titles, but I don't want there to be any illusion that we are more than we are. I am a king that has come to celebrate another king's wedding. I do not care for added pleasantries."
Tywin did not react to his words besides a small bow of his head. He turned to leave before looking back and saying, "The king would like your performance for the court to occur before his wedding pie. I believe that he will call you up when it is time."
Harry agreed and made his way to his friends. Oberyn was laughing and Ellaria looked amused at his struggle.
The food was delicious and the company was pleasant. Harry was not a big fan of such extravagance, but he understood that it was expected of a King. Turning to Oberyn, he said, "How are they able to afford this? This wedding must have cost a fortune."
The Dornish Prince replied, "I believe that you are funding it. The Crown is in debt to the Iron Bank, by thousands of millions of gold dragons."
"What?"
The man nodded, "Yes, it appears that the previous King did not do much beside hunting, whoring, drinking and borrowing. Now his city starves."
Harry leaned back in his chair. "Well, I guess that it makes sense that they are trying so hard to be friends."
It not for another three servings that the new queen stood up and announced that the leftovers of their feast would be going to the poorest in the city. Harry snorted and rolled his eyes before standing. He needed to step away from this crowd of liars before his magic came to the surface.
"King Harry," a voice called out from behind him.
The Queen's father, Mace Tyrell walked toward him. He was a big man with dark hair and stormy blue eyes. He gave a deep bow and introduced himself before following Harry to the outskirts of the feast.
"Are you enjoying your time in the capital, your grace?" he asked.
"Yes, despite the smell. Your daughter seems to be pleased with her husband."
Mace's face broke out in a large grin. "Yes, your grace. She hopes to improve the conditions of the city and now that she is Queen it will be much easier to accomplish. It was kind of her to help the needy, no?"
Harry stopped walking and glared at the man beside him, whose smile had suddenly vanished. "As I understand it, Lord Tyrell, your family first stopped importing the food to the capital and caused the people to starve in the first place. It is not a kindness that she does to the people, if her family is the ones that caused the hunger in the first place."
A voice rang out from the crowd, call for him. Harry gave a mocking bow to the man before him. "Lord Tyrell, I believe your king has summoned me."
And with that he pushed past the man and back to the stage before the king. The singers that were performing before him were still collecting coins and Tyrion seemed to be fuming as wine dripped down his face. The King grinned as Harry approached.
"King Harry of Braavos, my friend, you promised me a performance of your magic for my bride and my guests! Have you come prepared?"
The crowds started whispering and many tried to look past one another to see the man of legends.
"Of course, King Joffrey. I would not hope to disappoint."
The boy settled into his chair and his queen leaned forward. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry watched as Mace Tyrell joined his mother who looked rather annoyed with the man. What a fool, Harry thought.
Turning to face the guests, with his back to the King, Harry raised both hands and with a flick of his wrist, two men appeared covered in armor. Their helmets sparkling in the sunlight.
A snap of his fingers, and the forms fought.
They were fast as they dodged, and slashed, and battled one another. The swords ringing as they clashed together. It was a beautiful fight and Harry could tell that the King was enjoying it, though he also looked confused by the show of magic.
It seemed like the cunt, Mace Tyrell, had to interject, "This is not magic!"
Harry held up his hand and the two fighting stopped. One sword nearly beheading one of the men. Glancing over his shoulder at the man, he watched as Mace stood to his feet and demanded that he perform real magic.
The King agreed, "While I do love a fight, this is not what I was expecting." And while he attempted to sound courteous Harry could tell that he wanted something extravagant.
"Very well," Harry responded and snapped his fingers once more.
The suits of armor that were fighting fell to the ground, revealing that there was no men inside them to actually wield the sword. The crowds gasped as Harry twirled his wrist and the armor turned to dust before being captured in the wind.
Walking toward the couple, he could see the flabbergasted looks on every face. While it was no great feat of magic, it was more than anyone had seen in ages.
Stopping before the Queen, Harry twirled his wrist once more and the dust formed a rose that he plucked from the air. Bowing before the Queen, he presented her with it. She let out a gasp as she realized that it was glass.
"Thank you, your grace," she spoke softly.
Straightening, Harry turned back to the crowd and raised both of his hands. Every torch burst into flames and grew before he curled his arms to himself. The fire danced across the tables and people jumped out of the way as the flames met together and formed into a giant snake.
It looked real, and nearly thirty feet long with red scales that made it appear like flames were underneath its skin as the sunlight danced across it. Rearing back, it opened its jaw as it approached Harry, who could hear the royal families stand from their seats and back up in fright.
Harry clasped his hands together, letting out a loud slap and the beast froze. As he threw his hands up in the air, the snake burst into a cluster of butterflies with their wings the color of red, gold and orange.
They flew to the sky, higher and higher before Harry finally snapped his fingers and they burst into sparks and vanished.
Turning back to the King, Harry bowed mockingly. It was silent as he returned to his seat, and the silence only ended when Oberyn and Ellaria burst into pleasant giggles and clapped at his performance.
Suddenly it was like a dam broke and everyone was clapping and cheering. King Joffrey was standing gobsmacked before letting out a cackle of amusement. Oberyn clasped Harry on the shoulder and handed him some Arbor Red.
"Amazing Harry! I always forget how much magic you have!" Ellaria laughed.
Harry shrugged and watched as everyone went back to their drinking and merriment. A few people were looking at him dubiously or fearfully, but he did not care.
"That will keep your enemies away for a time," a voice rang out behind him. Turning to look at who was speaking to him, Harry gazed up at the new Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
Margaery was twirling her glass rose between her fingers and finally sat down. Oberyn and Ellaria both stood to go have a look at another whore that was performing not to far from them only to run into Lord Tywin and the former Queen Regent. Harry glanced at them, but knew that Ellaria could control Oberyn's temper somewhat. Looking at the young girl before him, Harry wondered what she wanted. The Queen placed the rose on the table between them and finally met his eyes.
Leaning back, Harry waited for her to speak.
She blushed and finally spoke, "I have heard about the time that you were kidnapped by Argilac the Arrogant. It is said that he sent an army to kidnap you when Aegon the Conqueror was threatening to take the Seven Kingdoms. It is said that you cast a spell and the men turned and fought each other. That you let Argilac go with the promise that he would never be able to keep the throne. And a week later Aegon took the throne and all of Westeros. You are a true wizard, full of magic and might."
Harry did not respond to her words, though he flashed back to the moment. Standing beside Death and watching as so many men die. He had cast a curse on Argilac and brought the dragons to King's Landing in revenge for causing him to kill so many.
Harry broke away from his thoughts as King Joffrey began to spout about his wedding not just being a celebration, but also a part of history before summoning five dwarves to reenact the War of Five Kings.
The young woman beside him let out a sigh and moved to approach her husband when the dwarf portraying Lord Renly Baratheon was poked with a spear. She froze and, for a moment, Harry saw the anger burning in her eyes before it vanished in a mask of amusement.
"Do you want to be his wife?" he asked.
Margaery turned to the wizard beside her and said, "I want to be Queen." And with that, she walked back to her husband.
Oberyn returned to his seat and silently the two friends watched as the King belittled and humiliated his uncle. Lord Tyrion seemed to be controlling his anger; however, he refused to bow and the crowds gazed silently as the King began to act more and more mad. Harry caught Margaery's eyes and not a moment later she tried to regain control of her husband's temper. She stood up and shouted, "Look, my love, the pie!"
As the Queen distracted her husband, Tyrion and his young bride attempted to sneak away; however, the King called him back and demanded that he bring him his wine.
WIth one sip, the King began to choke. At first, Harry suspected that he had merely had too much pie and wine, but as his face began to turn purple, Oberyn whispered, "The Strangler."
The former Queen rushed to her son and Jaime Lannister pushed his way through the crowd to reach him as well. Margaery let out a cry as Joffrey continued to gasp for a breath that he could not catch.
The Hand of the King moved forward and yelled out, "King Harry! Please, your magic can save him!"
And though he did not want to do anything of the sort. Harry got up and rushed to the boy when a chill went up his spine. Stopping suddenly, he closed his eyes and saw a woman step out from the darkness in his mind.
Her skin and hair were as black as a moonless night, her features bleed into the surrounding darkness, but her eyes shined brightly. Eyes, that were the same shape and shade as his own.
Within his mind, he whispered gently, "Hello Stranger."
Wow! I am so pleased by the response to this fiction. I appreciate all of your reviews and opinions and look forward to hearing about what you think of this chapter! I will say, that this is a speedy update and to not expect an update more than once a week, but I wanted give my readers another chance to give their opinion on Harry's romantic interest.
It seems like most people are adamant that this fiction not be slash and thus I have decided that I will not pair him with Jaime. There is some people concerned with the ages of Daenerys and Arya, but I would like to point out that in this era, a girl is fit to be wed once she has her moonblood as it is referred to in A Song of Ice and Fire.
I have read only the first three books so if there are any mistakes that is my excuse! Also because I put this fiction in the Game of Thrones category, I feel like I can base some of the plot more on the tv series than on the books. If something is really off point then feel free to call me out on it! I love hearing about what I can do to improve my work.
As of right now, I believe that the vote is more in favor of Daenerys than Arya, but some of the arguments for the youngest Stark daughter has made me lean more toward her, but I am still not sure because she is so young, though Daenerys is not much older. The story can pretty much go two ways with two different endings and so I still am not sure!
Either way, thank you once again for reading this story and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully they will get longer, but I pretty much write with a specific ending to my chapters in mind and once I reach it I end the chapter.
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