Chapter Summary: In which Rhaegar wins the war and has his brother, Haerys Targaryen, an alpha, marry the new omega lord of Winterfell. (Harry/Ned) GoT

This is another A/B/O fic.

Ned watched as the two princes walked amongst the people, saying hi occasionally and stopping to talk with a lord or two. Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, the silver prince. Prince Haerys Targaryen, the witchborn dragon some said. The two princes looked alike in some ways but even from afar, Ned could tell the difference between the two.

Prince Rhaegar walked like he held the weight of the world on his shoulders, only laughing when his brother whispered something to him. Prince Haerys… He walked like he was old and young at the same time. Haerys strolled through the people, through the tents, like he was intent on something. Mayhap it was the pretty scent of an omega or beta.

Everyone knew that Prince Haerys was an alpha and everyone knew that King Aerys wanted him as the heir. Prince Rhaegar was just a beta but for all Ned knew and heard, Prince Haerys wanted nothing to do with the throne. So Prince Rhaegar stayed the heir, marrying Princess Elia Martell. Prince Haerys was not mated to anyone and everyone from the Lannister girl to the Tyrells wanted the prince for their own daughter.

"You look like you're interested in the alpha Prince," Benjen remarked from beside him.

Ned sighed, knowing that his being here was worrying his family. No one else knew that the second born son of Lord Rickard Stark was an omega. Everyone had been quite surprised when he had presented a few months ago as the only omega child in the North. When this tourney had come and Rickard and Jon had said that he couldn't go, his siblings insisted. Lyanna, Brandon and Benjen had all enjoyed his company so far; why couldn't he just mask his scent with moon tea and come with them.

"We'll make sure they won't touch you," Brandon added, walking up to them from their tent. "The Targaryens are known to take what they want and the omega from the North would be-"

"Brandon! You're going to scare him!" Lyanna retorted, elbowing Ned.

"I am okay, dear sister," Ned replied, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "I can fend for myself."

"That's because you know how to fight," Benjen said, with a pointed glare at Brandon.

Father hadn't told him to stop training with their master at arms since he had presented and Ned was grateful. Being treated like he was going to break at any moment or that somehow he was vulnerable and weak was trying. As it was, he had to stop himself from baring his neck to any alpha that walked past them. And that was made even harder since there were a lot of alphas in the north.

The shouts of the people around them grew louder, drawing Ned's attention back to the aisle between tents where the princes were walking. Both Rhaegar and Haerys had gotten closer to where the four of them were and had stopped. Prince Haerys was even looking right at him, his light purple eyes lit with something close to curiosity. Ned watched as the younger prince took a deep breath, the red Targaryen cloak fluttering behind him, and then Prince Haerys' eyes lit up.

Brandon stepped closer to Ned, dropping his hand down to the sword at his belt.

"Brandon! That is the prince," Ned muttered, reaching out to grasp his brother's hand. "You can not let them see you draw a blade."

"Now you see what I have to put up with," Benjen muttered, sighing deeply.

Ned smiled slightly, watching as the two Targaryen princes continued to walk after an additional minute. The princes were followed by three members of the kingsguard, Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell and Ser Lewyn. The rest of the kingsguard were guarding the king, who everyone had already seen as he had come into Harrenhal.

"I think Prince Haerys smelled you," Brandon grumbled, taking his hand away from his blade. "How is that possible? No one can smell through the tea you're taking."

"I don't know but they've moved on, Brandon," Ned spoke, glancing at Lyanna as she watched the princes walk off. "Let it go."

That evening, the first evening of the tourney and the first feast, Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia took to the floor to dance. King Aerys sat in the great chair in the ballroom, watching over the lords and nobles that had come to the tourney. This had been the king's first appearance outside of the Red Keep since the defiance at Duskendale and it had not gone over well with the lords.

King Aerys looked mad. His hair was ungroomed, his nails were several inches past his fingers, and his beard was matted and dirty. His alpha scent was wild, oppressive, stifling and everyone sitting close to him was trying their best to breathe shallowly. His purple eyes were crazy, lit up with paranoia and madness, as he watched his son and his son's wife dance together. Ned didn't know where Prince Rhaegar's brother was but he knew him to be somewhere around the ballroom.

Lord Rickard was talking with Lord Hoster Tully at the next table, beside them. Brandon, Lyanna and Benjen were at his table, pointing out various lords and their ladies. They had already pointed out Lord Howland Reed, who was one of his father's bannermen. The crannogman was short but Ned had met him earlier this afternoon and enjoyed his company.

"Would you like to dance?"

Ned started at the quiet words, hearing Lyanna and Brandon gasp under their breath. Benjen too inhaled sharply but did not comment.

Prince Haerys' was standing to his left, holding out his hand. The prince's silver hair was tied back, unlike Rhaegar's. Haerys' hair was also shorter than Rhaegar's, just a hair's breath away from the his shoulders. The scent of alpha rose from him and Ned could feel his mouth dry, his cheeks reddening a little at the instant attention they drew from the lords around them. The prince's scent was so unlike his father's, subtle and soft. Ned also thought that the prince's scent also smelled like winter storms, like the lightning and thunder that struck the ground.

The prince's eyes were kind as Ned frantically thought of some excuse to get him out of dancing with an alpha. An alpha who possibly knew that Ned was not a beta.

"You do not have to," Prince Haerys whispered. "However, I don't bite."

Ned's cheeks reddened, his heart speeding up, as Prince Haerys winked at him.

Lyanna giggled next to him and elbowed Ned. "Go on, brother!"

Ned took a deep breath and stood up, placing his hand in the prince's. Haerys lightly tugged him up, pulling him in, as they took their positions on the floor. Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia danced in the opposite corner from them and Ned could see Rhaegar do a double take at his brother's chosen partner.

"Your highness…"

"I'm not going to do anything you don't want, Eddard Stark," Prince Haerys' murmured, catching his eyes and beginning to move. "I just wanted a pretty dance partner and one who wouldn't ask for my hand in marriage."

Ned's eyes widened as they danced, the prince's hands moving around his waist. "You know?"

"I know what?"

"That I am not…"

Prince Haerys' eyes narrowed then softened. "I know that you are not what you appear to be. Your secret's safe with me."

"How?"

"I have my ways," Haerys said lightly, his lips twitching up into a small smile. "You are the second born son of Lord Rickard Stark. What is it like, up north?"

"Cold, your Grace."

Prince Haerys snorted, his purple eyes lighting up with amusement. "I think that's general knowledge. I've heard Winterfell is a great castle. Mayhaps I could come visit soon."

Ned dipped his head in a nod. "Of course."

Harry stood next to Rhaegar, eight months later, breathing hard and a familiar sword in his hand. Rhaegar was breathing heavily too, sweat pouring down his back as they both looked down at the body of Robert Baratheon. Ser Barristan stood behind them, watching their back as Ser Lewyn took charge of the Dornish bannermen.

Men and horses were dying all around them, their loud cries bringing back memories of Harry's last fight against Voldemort in his past life.

"Are you okay, brother?" Rhaegar finally spoke, his voice shaky and dry.

"I am. You?"

"Yes. You can go aid our men," Rhaegar remarked, sheathing his blade and taking a step back, looking out over the Trident. Their tents were a few miles back, south of the Trident. "I will gather our men and Robert's lords."

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath, before dropping his hand down into the tiny sheathe on his ankle, grasping the elder wand. "Call if you need me."

"Brother, I am sorry," Rhaegar spoke, just as Harry turned around. "I… did not know that it would cause this much trouble."

"You're forgiven, Rhaegar. It was just as much our father as you, definitely even more him than you," Harry offered quietly, looking across the river and seeing Ser Lewyn and the remaining thousand Dornish flank Lord Jon Arryn, Lord Hoster Tully, Lord Walder Frey and… "Go easy on Lord Eddard, okay? He did loose his father and brother just five months ago."

"He doesn't look like he is grieving."

"He is of the North," Harry replied, sheathing Gryffindor's sword and peering over to where Lord Stark was. Lord Eddard Stark had just passed his twentieth name day a few days ago and was still unmated, unusual for an omega. Eddard Stark was talking quietly with Lord Hoster Tully, Lord Walder Frey and Lord Jon Arryn, occasionally glancing at the two princes. "Besides, he is the only omega lord in the North. Don't tell anyone I was the one to tell you that though."

Rhaegar's eyes widened. "Lord Eddard Stark is an omega?"

"I did not have any time to tell you," Harry said, shrugging. "Anyway, I should go make sure Ser Lewyn and his men are okay."

"Go. Join me when you're done?"

Harry nodded. "We will need to talk anyways, about what to do about Father."

"I need to take the throne."

"Yes."

Harry covered up a yawn as he finished healing Ser Lewyn's ribs, peering up at the knight as soon as he was done. Ser Lewyn's dark eyes narrowed in bemusement, like he was just humoring Harry in letting him heal him. The other Targaryen bannermen around them were looking at Harry in askance, like a prince healing common soldiers was unheard of. Most of their bannermen had already seen Harry use his magic though he took care to not use it in front of his father.

"Your Grace, you know you should let the maester look at you first," Lewyn commented, gesturing to where the maester from House Darry was looking over various Targaryen bannermen. "We do not need-"

"You take care of us, Ser Lewyn," Harry grumbled. "Let us take care of you in return."

Ser Barristan walked over, his blue eyes lit with laughter. "Prince Haerys."

"Ser Barristan. It seems you aren't letting me look you over."

"I let Darry's maester look at me, Your Grace," Barristan remarked, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "Your brother wants you."

Harry rolled his eyes but nodded, making sure Gryffindor's sword was still nearby. He buckled it onto his waist then stood up, swaying a little at the sudden movement. Ser Lewyn immediately closed the distance between them, holding him up.

"I'm fine," Harry retorted, taking a deep breath and smelling the calming scents of the kingsguard, all either alphas or betas. "I didn't use too much power, thank you very much."

Ser Barristan sighed. "I'll escort you."

Harry led the way through the groups of Targaryen bannermen that were injured, letting slip a few strands of healing magic on the way. The tents where his brother was holding council were not too far away, big enough to hold most of Robert's lords and Prince Rhaegar.

Harry stepped into the tent, stopping to take in the table that the lords were standing around. Prince Rhaegar was at the front and Ser Barristan immediately strode over to flank the prince. Ser Jonothor was already there, his arm in a sling, but still guarding the prince.

Lord Hoster Tully, Lord Eddard Stark, and Lord Jon Arryn were all standing around the table, their hands on their swords almost casually, subtly.

"My lords, are we in agreement?" Prince Rhaegar asked, eying Harry and nodding for him to come in. Harry strode through the lords and their personal guards, nodding to everyone he passed and stopped by his brother's side. Ser Jonothor moved to better flank the two brothers, dipping his head in a nod when Harry raised an eyebrow, gesturing to his arm. "Lord Stark?"

"I will marry your brother, Your Grace. In return, the North will back your claim. Lord Arryn will too."

Harry's eyes widened as he turned to look at his brother, who minutely shrugged his shoulders, a message between them that they would talk later. Harry blinked then peered over at Lord Stark, who caught his eyes. Grey met purple. Alpha prince and omega lord of Winterfell.

"Rhaegar?"

The lords who had followed Robert had left to gather their men, leaving the two princes alone. Or mostly alone. Ser Barristan, Ser Jonothor and Ser Lewyn were stationed at the entrance to their tent.

"We need to make peace with the North. Wedding you to Winterfell's lord and omega would bring peace."

"I am not spying on the North for you." Harry walked over to stand next to Rhaegar, who was looking over letters that had come in. Darry's maester had brought a few ravens over for their use and they would send out letters to every lord, making it known that Rhaegar was taking the throne and he would have the support of the North, the riverlands, Dorne and the Vale.

"No. I would not ask that of you. I know this is a big thing to ask you but-"

"I will do it. If you think it will make peace, I will do it on one condition."

Rhaegar turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Our children will be Starks, not Targaryens," Harry said. "Eddard is now the lord of Winterfell. He will need heirs."

"That is acceptable. We Targaryens are already growing after this," Rhaegar offered. "I have Rhaenys and Aegon and hopefully more. Is… Elia okay?"

"She's heartbroken," Harry remarked, poking Rhaegar in the shoulder. "Treat her well after this. And yes, she will be able to bear more children. I worked it out with her, mixing up a few potions for her to take to gain strength."

The minute that Rhaegar and Harry stepped into the courtyard of the Red Keep, they stopped, shock still. Ser Lewyn, Ser Barristan and Ser Jonothor stopped too, walking around to flank the princes. The lords and bannermen behind them stopped too, unsure what the hesitance was.

Rhaegar and Harry's father, the king, was standing on top of a wooden pyre. Aerys' eyes were crazy, big and wild. His arms were outstretched as a robed man walked up to the pyre, holding a lit torch in his hand.

"Father! What is going on?"

"My sons! I am about to be a legendary dragon! I will be reborn as a dragon and rule Westeros through fire and blood!" Aerys shouted, his matted and dirty beard waving in the slight afternoon breeze. Harry's eyes widened and widened, his heart pounding, as he looked for their mother and his brother's family.

"Father, where is mother?" Harry asked wearily, quietly, as both he and Rhaegar walked over to stand in front of the pyre.

"She didn't have the strength to do what I must!" Aerys yelled, gesturing for the man to walk forward and light the pyre. "The dragons will rise again!"

"There are dragon eggs on that pyre," Rhaegar murmured, glancing at Harry. "Seven, if I count correctly."

"Where is our kingsguard brother?" Ser Barristan asked, coming up to stand beside Harry. The three kingsguard knights behind them all had their hands on their blades though none of them were going forward to disarm the pyromancer. Rhaegar whispered to Ser Lewyn in hushed words. "Where is Ser Jaime?"

Harry winced, turned around to look for Lord Stark. Eddard rode up, his grey eyes wide with apprehension.

"Would you look for Ser Jaime and the rest of my family?" Harry asked quietly, flinching at the look of judgement on Lord Stark's face as he looked to King Aerys. He hoped… He knew he was the son of King Aerys and right now… He flinched again as the pyromancer lit the pyre and Aerys began to cackle maniacally. Harry made no move to extinguish the fire, choosing instead to leave his father to his fiery end.

"Yes, Your Grace."

Harry sighed, watched as Lord Eddard Stark dismounted and walked towards the Red Keep, a small group of his Northern bannermen following him. Harry thought he recognized Lord Howland Reed, of Greywater Watch, with him, then turned back to Aerys.

Rhaegar, Harry, and most of the southron Lords behind them watched as King Aerys burned, screaming and writhing on the pyre, to death. Some of the horses in the courtyard squealed in fright at the smell of smoke and burning flesh. King Aerys died amongst fire, his body slumping to the wooden pyre when the flames finished with him.

Lord Eddard Stark finally came out of the keep a few minutes after the flames had finally died down, followed by Queen Rhaella, Princess Elia and her children, and Ser Jaime, who was standing close by to Lord Stark. Ser Lewyn walked over to talk with their kingsguard brother, asking what happened.

"Harry…" Rhaegar trailed off, gesturing to the flames. They could hear a faint hissing coming from the pyre and they both could see movement within the dying flames. "Dragons… Will you deal with them? I need to go see to my wife and children."

"Of course," Harry replied, faint apprehension in his voice. "It better not be father reborn."

Rhaegar stiffened. "Would you be able to tell whether or not…"

"I think so. Go, deal with the lords. Why don't you ask Lord Jon Arryn to be your Hand? I believe he will be more able to mediate this, at least more than Lord Tywin would be. And… We should arrest the pyromancers."

Rhaegar dipped his head in a nod, taking one last glance at the pyre and where baby dragons were toddling around, then headed over to talk with Lord Arryn and Princess Elia.

Harry nodded to Lord Stark then walked over to the pyre, peering on the wooden platform and lightly jumped up onto it, eyes widening at the sight before him. There were indeed seven baby dragons and they all glanced up at him, crooning up at him like they all thought he was their mother. He smiled warily, glancing out at Princess Elia and Rhaella. Little Rhaenys was standing right by her mother but when she saw him, she raced over to him, her purple eyes bright.

"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry! You brought papa home!"

Harry smiled and slipped down from the pyre, a lavender dragonet in his arms. "Of course I did. I promised, didn't I?"

Rhaenys nodded, all of three years old, and bright as she glanced up to the tiny dragon in his arms. "Is that a dragon?"

"It is," Harry offered quietly, gently lowering it into Rhaenys' arms. The dragonet peered up at Rhaenys', the girl meeting the dragon's eyes without flinching. "Treat it well, okay? Let me get the others."

"That's the last of the wildfire," Prince Haerys said, glancing back to Ser Jaime. They were in the alchemist's hall near Visenya's Hill in King's Landing, overseeing the moving of the wildfire to a safe place and banning the making of it. His brother was getting ready for the coronation that would take place tomorrow. Elia was glad that Rhaegar was alive but the princess was also weary of Harry's brother. "Thank you, Ser Jaime, for keeping Princess Elia and my mother safe. I apologize for what my father did to you."

"Your father…" Jaime trailed off, glancing up towards where the Red Keep was. The city was quiet, just a few days after Rhaegar's coronation. Everyone was holding their breath, seeing what Rhaegar was made of as king. Rhaegar had indeed followed Harry's advice and made Jon Arryn his Hand. And had sent someone to fetch Lady Lyanna Stark and the other members of the kingsguard. They would be returning soon but not before Harry and Lord Stark's wedding ceremony.

"He is not mad," Harry spoke firmly. "If anything, Viserys… He should be watched."

Ned watched as Prince Haerys walked across the aisle of the godswood. The prince had pulled his short, silver hair back in a short tail though there were already strands of hair that had escaped the tie. Howland Reed stood next to him, as a witness and to make sure nothing untoward happened between the families. King Rhaegar was already in front of the two of them, looking Ned over. Queen Elia Martell was standing on the other side, her daughter, Rhaenys, in her arms. She smiled at him then turned to where Prince Haerys was coming up towards them.

Rhaegar's mother would have attended but she was not feeling well, a pain of pregnancy.

Ned had thought that they would have the ceremony in the Sept of Baelor and had been very surprised when he had been told it would happen in the godswood. But regardless, he studied his soon to be alpha. Prince Haerys was dressed in a cloak of red, unlike what brides wore. Alphas, especially royal alphas, wore their color of their own house.

Prince Haerys stopped alongside Ned, glancing at him apprehensively, and raising an eyebrow, almost checking on if he was okay or not. Ned dipped his head in a slight nod before turning to the new king. Rhaegar had gotten crowned yesterday, to the applause of the smallfolk and of most of the lords and ladies.

Ned had attended though he was still grieving for Robert, who had been his best friend. And Robert had thought about picking Ned for a mate, for a royal consort. Instead… the man beside him was not Robert but King Rhaegar's brother. He remembered the first evening of the tourney at Harrenhal as they danced, remembered the gentle teasing from Prince Haerys.

King Rhaegar Targaryen looked them both over before clearing his throat and began to speak the ritual words of a Northern marriage.

"Eddard Stark, do you take this man to be your mate?"

"Yes."

"Haerys Targaryen, do you take this man to be your mate?"

"Yes."

"Join hands and kneel."

Ned hesitated only a moment before reaching out to grasp Haerys' hand, the other man's alpha scent emanating off of him, and knelt. Ned looked up at the weirwood tree in front of them, wishing he was already back in Winterfell. It had been a long time since he had been back, nearly a year since he had left the Vale to call his banners.

Ned sighed and glanced at his mated partner, a prince of the House Targaryen. Haerys looked too, purple eyes soft with assurances, and more than a little bit of hunger. The king of hunger that he had seen on Brandon's face more often than not when they had seen an unclaimed omega. Ned shuddered and Haerys gave his hand a squeeze, reassuring.

"Rise as one."

Haerys lightly tugged Ned up, as they rose as wedded partners.

"You may now cloak your mate."

Ned turned to look at Haerys, unsure about this part, unsure what the other man wanted.

Haerys' eyes narrowed a little but then Elia stepped forward, holding out a cloak towards Ned.

"We made this for Haerys, Lord Stark," Elia spoke, looking him over. Ned had the faintest thought that she approved of their marriage as she studied him then nodded. "You are lord and alpha consort. As Prince Haerys requested, your children will be Starks."

Ned's eyes widened as Elia handed the cloak over to him. The cloak was grey, a Stark cloak in color but hemmed with Targaryen red. Haerys gestured for him to put the cloak on and Ned lowered the cloak over Haerys' shoulders.

Harry paced in his room an hour later and finally stopped, seeing Eddard Stark come in through the door. Eddard Stark swayed on his feet, the door closing loudly behind him as whoever had walked him to the room ran off. Harry inhaled sharply at the scent that he knew meant omega in heat but… He licked his lips, his cock hardening already at the scent and he could see Eddard was having trouble standing, staying up.

"Lord Stark?"

"Call me Ned."

"Ned. Call me Harry then. Okay. Are you… Maester Pycelle drugged you to induce a heat, didn't he?"

Ned swallowed but nodded, feeling the familiar heat race through his body. Sweat trickled down his back and the other less familiar wetness flow down his thighs. "It is tradition, my lord."

"If we're to be mated partners, you should call me Harry."

Ned watched as Harry took a step towards him, holding out a hand. Ned let out a groan, his mouth going dry, as he closed the distance between them, placing his palm in Harry's.

Prince Haerys' eyes widened, tugging Ned in for a kiss, and shucking off his own cloak a minute before. Harry deepened the kiss, licking into Ned's mouth, slotting a leg between Ned's legs. Ned let out a strangled whine as he moved against Harry, wanting more friction, wanting relief from the heat that was burning through him. Hands curled around his back, slipping his cloak and tunic off. Ned blinked, feeling his cheeks redden a little at the heated look in Harry's eyes.

"I know I'm not much to look at, Your Grace," Ned muttered, glancing down at the stone floor of the room.

"What do you mean, you're not much to look at?" Warm fingers tilted his chin up and he looked into reassuring purple eyes. "I see a young man who's gone through so much pain, losing two members of your family in an instant, and has come out the other end, kind and gentle."

"My brother was supposed to inherit Winterfell," Ned spoke, inhaling sharply as Harry leaned in and placed a line of kisses on his bare shoulder, occasionally nipping a mark into the skin. "I am just the second son."

"You're my mate," Harry retorted. "You're the omega that will bear our children and I hope I become a worthy consort of the Lord of Winterfell."

Ned looked into Harry's eyes, baring his neck a second later. Harry's eyes blew wide in arousal, omega submitting to their alpha, and leaned down to inhale his scent. One of Harry's hands made its way to Ned's neck, curling around him, before laying a claiming mark on the crook of his neck.

Harry woke up to a knock on his door a few days later, glancing down at Lord Eddard Stark. Ned was still asleep in his arms, recovering from a three day heat. His dark hair was ruffled, making him grin a little, memories of the past few days flashing through his mind. It had been a good heat, a more intimate one compared with the various people he had shared a heat with in the past. He slowly got up and moved over to the edge of the bed, getting up and opening the door.

King Rhaegar Targaryen stood on the other side, his brother looking splendid. Three baby dragons were at his feet while he held two more in his arms. When Harry had gotten a look at the dragons on the pyre, he had seen all of the amazing colors that the dragons were. Lavender, black, red, white, green, blue and gold.

"How was your heat, dear brother?" Rhaegar asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry's shirtlessness.

"It was fine and that's all I'm saying," Harry grumbled, kneeling down and picking up the green dragon. The creature looked up at him with emerald eyes and deep green scales, smoke coming out of its nostrils. "Have you named them all yet?"

Rhaegar shook his head, a small grin on his face. "I have not. My daughter named one though, the lavender one."

Harry raised an eyebrow, glanced back into his bedroom where Ned was and closed the door behind him. He saw Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan standing along the wall next to him, both of them glancing at him with amused eyes.

"Rhaegal. Rhaenys named a dragon after me," Rhaegar spoke, sighing, his voice tinged with love for his daughter.

"It fits," Harry offered. "What did you mean to wake me up for?"

"Is it possible for you two to stay for a year in King's Landing, at the most? I will need your help in training the dragons," Rhaegar explained, his eyes wide with excitement and caution. "And you can help our mother. She went into labor last night and she is having trouble."

Harry blinked. "I can ask Lord Stark. I think his brother is the Stark in Winterfell right now. I won't separate the two of us though. That can't happen."

"I know. Newly bonded partners need to stay together. Think about it. You and Eddard can have your first child here and then leave for the North afterward. Harry..."

Harry's eyes narrowed at Rhaegar's tone, glanced to where Arthur and Barristan were, then back at his brother. "What?"

"Lady Lyanna. She is dead," Rhaegar answered quietly, grief in his tone of voice. "Will you speak to your mate? Her child though did survive."

"Her child? You got her pregnant? I thought…"

"I did. She named the boy Jon and I will legitimize him next week," Rhaegar explained. "Prince Jon Targaryen. I want him to foster in Winterfell when the time comes. And mayhaps we can talk of betrothals when they are ready."

"Alright. I will talk with Lord Stark about staying," Harry offered, glancing down at the green dragon in his arms. The creature had fallen asleep, curled into him, its' small green wings flopped over his arm. "Salazar."

"Hmm?"

"This one? Salazar, for my former world."

Rhaegar grinned wearily and nodded. "It's a fine name for a dragon."

Ned blinked his eyes open as he felt fingers running through his hair. He could feel Harry sitting next to him, glancing down at him, his purple eyes curious but hesitant at the same time. There was a green… thing sitting on Harry's lap and it was moving about.

"Your Grace?"

"Ned, it's Harry. Not… I wanted nothing to do with the throne."

Ned's cheeks reddened as he sat up. "How long was I asleep?"

"I think your heat finished late last night," Harry spoke. "You've most certainly been asleep for seven hours or more."

"You have a dragon on your lap," Ned murmured, his eyes widening at the sight that met him. The green dragon was looking up at him, its' eyes curious as it looked him over. Smoke trailed out of its mouth and Harry grinned a little.

"I do. Salazar, meet Eddard Stark," Harry whispered, stroking the dragon's wings as it leaned into him. "There are six more dragons with my brother's family right now."

Ned blinked. "How… did your father manage it? Dragons have been dead for hundreds of years."

"Fire and blood. That's our house motto," Harry offered, bemusedly. "It's gotta be good for something. Ned… Your sister…"

"Lyanna? Is she back?" Ned's eyes narrowed at Harry's tone, quiet and worried.

"Her son is," Harry said, apologetically. "Lyanna did not make it through the birth."

Ned sucked in a tight breath, tears filling his eyes. He felt an arm come around his waist, tugging him into the body next to him. The dragon on Harry's lap chirped up at them, peering up at them with light green eyes.

"Lyanna named her son Jon," Harry whispered. "Rhaegar will legitimize him next week."

"Can we raise him?" Ned finally asked, after taking a deep breath. The tears stayed in his eyes by sheer will. "My sister would have wanted that at least."

"He'll foster in Winterfell when the time comes," Harry spoke. "Rhaegar said that much."

Ned dipped his head in a nod. "You have something else?"

"I… Yes. My brother asked if we could stay for a year or until we have our first child," Harry explained, shrugging. "We don't have to though. It wasn't an order."

"Benjen is the Stark in Winterfell right now," Ned spoke after a few minutes. "I need to write him and see if there are any pressing concerns. If not, we can stay. My bannermen will go home of course."

"Yes, of course. They're not needed anymore. You can keep your Stark guards," Harry said then pushed away from the headboard and studied him. "Winter is coming."

Ned nodded. "Those are the Stark house words."

"You'll need to tell me everything about the North," Harry added, his lips twitching up into a small smile. "Tell me the stories and the legends and of the Houses. I want to know everything."

Ned slowly matched Harry's small grin. "You are like your brother then."

"Reading… I suppose so. I don't play the harp though."

"Why do you keep to the Old Gods?" Ned asked, more than a little curious about the answer. "Queen Elia said you didn't just hold our ceremony in the godswood because I hold to the Old Gods."

Harry let out a quiet hum of consideration. "I had a dream of them. When I was younger anyway."

Ned blinked. "You dreamt of them."

"Yes."

"A Targaryen who doesn't pray to the Seven."

"It's why my brother thought we'd be a good match," Harry remarked, holding out his hand, palm out. "The Quiet Wolf and the Strange Dragon."

Ned hesitantly reached out, placing his hand in Harry's.

Harry entwined their hands, locking eyes with him, then nodded.

"The North will definitely find you strange," Ned spoke, his eyes narrowed.

"I look forward to seeing Winterfell in a year's time then."