Hello, I'm back. It took me some time, but I have written a new chapter. For a long time, I wasn't happy with some parts of the story, but after rewriting some scenes, I am now satisfied. The majority of the time was spent on researching magic in Essos and the currency of the Free Cities. fanfiction also don´t like my browser. I must change to firefox for have access to this site. When I use chrome, the sides would not be loaded.

Twelve days later, Pentos

With excitement, Harry stood at the bow of the ship that would carry him onward to Meereen. The vessel he had boarded belonged to a Magister from Pentos, who graciously granted him passage. Perhaps this was due to Harry's prior completion of certain shadowy tasks for the Magister. However, Harry paid little heed to these details. He had long transcended the realm of morality and respect for laws, his outlook shaped not only by the wizarding world but also by his current reality. Morality, he believed, was a construct for the common folk, a thread to cling to. The powerful knew no such constraint; their focus rested solely on accruing and expanding their power. Behind the façade of nobility they presented to the masses lay a world that revealed its true nature only behind the curtain.

The ship's anchor was lifted, and its sails unfurled by the capable crew. All was in readiness for their much-anticipated departure. The vessel gracefully pulled away from the dock, and within mere minutes, the bay of Pentos receded from view. Their journey, spanning a few short months, would encompass layovers in Myr, Tyrosh, Lys, and Volantis, facilitating the exchange of commodities. Harry held no objections; after all, he intended to vend his own clay statues, further bolstering his wealth.

Nine weeks later

The voyage to Myr unfolded without significant incident. Upon their arrival, the entire party disembarked to trade goods and replenish their supplies. A stay of only four days transpired in Myr, yet Harry managed to double his cache of currency and merchandise. Seizing the opportunity, Harry inquired about coveted commodities in other cities, fortifying his inventory with these items. However, Myr's days did not mirror the idyllic vision Harry had harbored. The presence of slaves was ubiquitous, and despite his desire to liberate them, he lacked the means to do so. On the second day of their stay, he found himself cornered by a band of assassins. Dispatching them demanded great effort, though not without injury from their poisoned weaponry. Thankfully, the poison proved ineffectual against Harry's bezoar and an assortment of herbs he possessed.

Harry spared one of the assassins for interrogation. The truth emerged: a Magister of the city harbored a vendetta against him. This Magister had uncovered Harry's role in the obliteration of the pirate harbor, resulting in significant financial loss. In response, the Magister dispatched the assassin party to eliminate Harry. Armed with this knowledge, Harry confronted the Magister, intent not only on thievery but also on exacting revenge. Yet, he executed his plan hours before departing for Tyrosh, ensuring that no fingers could point at him for the subsequent demise.

Six days after departing from Myr, they arrived in the city of Tyrosh, where they briefly unloaded their goods and restocked with new merchandise. Less than three days after their arrival in Tyrosh, they were already setting course for Lys. Fourteen days later, they reached the city of Lys. Lys was quite different from what Harry had imagined. Everywhere there were beautiful women offering their services for a few coins. However, Harry's interest wasn't drawn to any of the prostitutes; he simply aimed to find a room for the night so that he could attend to his business in the city the next day. Anticipating strenuous days ahead in Lys, he opted for an inn intended for well-off traders.

The interior of the inn appeared quite pleasant. The furniture seemed relatively new, and the tables were scrubbed clean, aimed at preventing guests from falling ill. Strangely, such measures weren't commonly observed in the less upscale establishments. Even the courtesans looked better. In the inn where he stayed in Myr, most of the women were just prostitutes who readily accommodated any guest's desires.

Here, they were not only more attractive but also conducted themselves more decently. They didn't engage in their activities on the tables in full view of everyone; instead, they would retire to their rooms for a few coins.

Harry approached the counter where the owner stood and addressed the man in Valyrian, "Good day, do you have a room for a traveler?"

"You're in luck. I have a room available for you. Would you like something to eat before you turn in?" the man asked, receiving a nod from Harry.

"Very well, Ysilla will show you to a table and bring your meal. The night will cost you 20," the man said, motioning one of his courtesans to approach. In Harry's eyes, she was quite attractive—blonde hair, full lips, just a few of her appealing features.

With a sway of her hips, she went to the bar, where Harry quickly handed over the money, and then led Harry to a table. Moments later, his meal and a pitcher of beer were brought to him. Harry took a hearty sip from the pitcher and relished the taste.

In his view, he had earned such an evening. With each port, he seemed to grow wealthier and wealthier. Yet, he hadn't drawn any closer to his true goal. Unfortunately, that goal remained elusive. Through a bit of magic, he could approximate the location of his amulet, and that's where the real challenges began. His amulet was situated in Valyria, and he had no clue how to get there. Yes, he could set out on foot, but that would expose him to great dangers. Traveling by ship was also unfeasible. No sailor would accompany him on such a venture and recruit slaves for it. He still retained a modicum of morals and decency within him.

When he reached Valyria, the true challenges would begin for him. According to information gleaned from sailors and traders, many perils lurked in the sea surrounding Valyria, prompting ships to take a wide detour when heading east. The sea was known as the Smoking Sea, rumored to be inhabited by demons. While unsure about the accuracy of these tales, Harry had to assume that there were indeed demons within the Smoking Sea. He needed to prepare for that possibility. Demons were vexing creatures he had encountered and vanquished before. No easy task. It had taken the combined efforts of wizards from all corners of the world to repel the demons, creating a spell that reinforced the barrier between Earth and the realms of hell. Since then, no dark lord was foolish enough to contemplate summoning demons again. None wished to risk annihilation by the curse devised to prevent a renewed summoning of demons.

The first dark lord to entertain the idea of using demons for his army was Voldemort, who conjured several lesser demons. Fortunately, they learned of Voldemort's attempt just in time to renew the barrier. The demons remained trapped on Earth, ultimately meeting their destruction through their collective efforts. Voldemort survived due to his Horcruxes but was weakened. Had he not possessed Horcruxes, they might have been able to eliminate him then, but the Death Eaters fashioned a new body for Voldemort. Before his transportation to this world, he had delved deeply into the art of summoning demons, which explained why a book detailing the summoning of weak demons and minor fire demons lay within a loosely secured compartment in his trunk.

It was entirely possible that the Valyrians had the ability to open this compartment and decipher the book. If they succeeded, they would have sealed their own downfall. Whether this was the case, Harry did not know, though he hoped he was mistaken. Tackling a fire demon alone was nerve-wracking but facing them alongside his servants bordered on the nearly impossible. These lesser demons were significantly mightier than humans and exceedingly difficult to kill. While their skin wasn't as resistant to magic as that of trolls or dragons, ordinary spells were insufficient to dispatch them. Conventional weapons couldn't penetrate their skin. Ordinary metal shatters near Frost demons. Even arrows are largely ineffective against these creatures unless their tips are crafted from specific magical materials. He had to prepare himself for this ordeal, and it was anything but simple. Magical weapons and armor didn't appear out of thin air.

The crafting of magical equipment required countless materials and knowledge he lacked. He needed to research this knowledge, a time-consuming endeavor. Enchanting the items themselves could be rapidly achieved through runes, but he lacked experience in forging magical steel. Once he had the steel, he needed to shape it properly. Being no blacksmith, he either had to find someone to forge the items for him or learn the craft himself, leaning toward the former option.

After finishing his evening meal, he thanked the waitress and headed to his room. The next few days were unlikely to be very pleasant.

-Kiss-of-the-Dragon-

Early in the morning, Harry woke up and broke his fast before the sun had even risen. He dressed and set out to explore the city and conduct trade. He had brought silk from Myr that he intended to sell to the merchants. It was highly coveted among traders, and in Myr, it could be purchased inexpensively. A stark contrast to the prices in Lys, where silk cost twice as much due to its import from Myr or other cities. Shortly after a merchant specializing in silk and fabrics opened his shop, Harry was already there, selling his silk for a good sum. Not wishing to haggle over the price, he sold only a small amount to the merchant and moved on to the next, selling his goods to them as well.

Having sold his silk, Harry began his search for smiths and antique dealers. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for yet, but he hoped to find a piece of Valyrian steel. Even if the piece was very small, he could attempt to replicate it. Every merchant he inquired with in other cities couldn't help him, claiming that Valyrian steel was magical and had not been replicated since the fall of Valyria. Harry didn't believe that its wonders were beyond replication. Perhaps he was a bit biased, but he assumed it wouldn't be too difficult for him. He might even be able to enhance the metal's magical properties. It couldn't be more challenging than turning lead into gold, something Hermione and he had achieved in their fourth year at Hogwarts. It didn't require a Philosopher's Stone, although it did make for an effective catalyst. The process only necessitated knowledge of the atomic composition of both substances and a concept for the conversion of individual atoms, along with the requisite energy to initiate the transformation.

When they wrote to Nicolas Flamel, describing their discovery, he was astonished that someone had devised a much simpler transformation method that didn't rely on the Philosopher's Stone. In recognition of their success, he gifted them a few alchemical books, which they read. They decided not to experiment with magical metals but instead to create magic-resistant clothing with various properties. They even managed to craft a Disillusionment Cloak that would remain effective for several hundred years. It wasn't as impressive as the one Ignotus Peverell was said to have received from Death himself, but it was far superior to any prior attempts.

The fundamental concepts behind crafting fabrics and metals were strikingly similar, but a bit of guidance in the form of a starting point was desired. Harry wandered through the streets of Lys, examining countless items, but none of them seemed to be made of magical metal. He spent the entire day scouring the city for the metal, yet he couldn't find a piece of Valyrian steel anywhere. In the meantime, he sold the clay pots he had in his trunk and a few more weapons he still had to earn more money.

As the sun slowly set, he decided to return to the inn where he was staying. Along the way, he passed numerous women offering their services, but he didn't spare them a second glance. He had no interest in paid love. If he spent the night with a woman, he wouldn't pay for her services.

The composition of people on the street changed around him. Fewer traders occupied the streets, replaced by more artists and musicians. The musicians started playing music, and a festive atmosphere settled over the city. People celebrated and enjoyed life. At night, Lys seemed to transform into a more lively city than during the day.

As maneuvering through the main streets became increasingly difficult, Harry chose to take a side alley. Unlike the main road, the alley was dark and narrow, not wide enough for a horse-drawn cart to pass through. Dark figures leaned against the walls, and Harry hoped he wouldn't regret his decision. He was almost out of the alley when a man blocked his path.

"Give me your belongings," the man said in Bastard Valyrian. Harry saw five other men approaching from behind him. Each of them carried a sword and seemed eager to kill him.

"Gentlemen, it doesn't have to end in a fight. Let me pass, and you'll be spared," Harry replied in the same language, indicating that he was unshaken by the men's presence.

The men seemed to hold a different opinion. As a group of five, they lunged at Harry, attempting to stab him with their swords. Harry whirled around, grabbed the arm of one of the five men, and evaded the strikes of the other four. With a swift movement, Harry broke the man's arm, seized his sword, and slashed his abdomen open, spilling his entrails onto the ground. Another man tried to attack him from behind but slipped on his comrade's blood. A quick strike from Harry decapitated the man. The others seemed to realize that they had taken on someone beyond their weight class.

The man who had addressed him muttered something, and a small flame ignited between his fingers. Moments later, the flame grew, transforming into a torrent of fire that poured over Harry. He merely pulled his cloak over his body. He tapped the magical cord tied around his waist. The knot of the cord unraveled, and the cord slithered toward the man like a snake. Recognizing the danger, the man tried to dodge the cord, but it wound around his body, binding his hands together. When the last three saw that their colleagues were either dead or captured, they turned tail and fled.

Looking around, Harry took a deep breath and thanked himself for creating magical clothing again. His cloak was woven from magically enhanced cotton, exceptionally heat-resistant. A weaver had created the cloak for him, and afterward, he used alchemy to make it resistant to arrows and swords. The cloak was much better at deflecting medieval weapons than any chainmail. With the application of a spell to negate the kinetic energy of blows, he wouldn't even feel an attack.

Harry approached the captured man and grabbed the cord. One end of the cord coiled around his left hand, awaiting further commands from Harry. The cord was designed to bind trolls. It might seem inconspicuous, but it was made from the hardest and most resilient materials that Daphne and he could create. Unicorn hair, Acromantula silk, and Thestral tail hair were the required materials. Incredibly expensive, but it was an object capable of binding anything. They had crafted three of them, each of them always carrying one.

As the rope landed in his tattoo, Harry didn't know how it got there. During the battle, he had it on his body and used it to strangle several Death Eaters to death. No magic except that of the owner had a chance against this rope. Luckily, after some tests, he found that it still worked the same way in this world. He couldn't create a new one with the materials in this world, making this unassuming rope invaluable.

"Please let me go," begged the fire mage for his life. Since the man was no longer a threat, Harry took his time to examine him closely. He was better dressed and better nourished than his companions. The two deceased, like his captive, had silver hair, but his captive's face was covered in tattoos that looked like runes.

"You and your friends attacked me. Did you think I'd just let you go after that? Tell me, where did you learn the magic?" Harry asked boldly, tightening the rope slightly. The man gasped and said, "Dear Sir, I cannot tell you that. I was forbidden to reveal it to anyone. Only the Masters are allowed to pass on the knowledge."

"Then tell me. Where can I find the Masters?" Harry asked assertively, forcing the man to look him in the eyes. The man was terrified of him, but Harry wasn't bothered by that. He wanted to know how this man could use fire magic without a wand. Fire magic that went beyond a simple flame spell and could be used for larger attacks was very difficult to achieve and required years of practice.

"Forgive me, but I cannot assist you with that. I am forbidden to reveal it," the man apologized, hoping to get away with it.

"Who said you would tell me willingly? The knowledge I thirst for is in your mind. I will extract it from your mind like juice from a lemon," Harry said and pointed his wand at the man. Immediately, he entered the man's mind and searched for the knowledge he wanted. He didn't care that he permanently destroyed the man's sanity in the process. He looked at the man's life from the beginning to the present day. He could skip much of the man's early years as nothing interesting happened, but when his training as a fire mage began, it got interesting.

The man learned fire magic in Asshai, as well as a bit of blood magic. As Harry suspected, there was a very interesting trick behind this impressive wandless magic. The fire mages used tattoos to better control the magic. The components of the ink were a secret not shared with the man, but Harry learned that the people in Asshai could produce it. Curious if he could solve the mystery, Harry picked up one of his stone sticks and performed some spells. The information he obtained was far from conclusive.

"How interesting. I guess I'll have to dig a little deeper," Harry said more to himself than to the man and then killed him so he wouldn't feel what he was about to do next. Harry cut the tattoos out with a knife and looted the three bodies for valuables before carefully preserving the pieces of skin for further examination. When that was done, he continued on his way to warn the actual target of the criminals. There were more people after the target.

He had to save the person. Hermione would say that he would never change, even as he grew tougher in this world. Saving people was a part of him, and he knew it could earn him the favor of some individuals. Besides, he was a bit bored, and nothing got his blood pumping like a good fight. Harry walked quickly through the alley and, after half an hour, reached his destination.

It was a pleasure house, and Harry entered quickly. Dim light illuminated the interior. Dozens of lightly clad women danced in the room. Lightly dressed men vied for the ladies' favor, some of whom granted it. Some women sat on the laps of men or allowed themselves to be taken on the tables. Other scantily clad women offered drinks to the men. In a corner of the room, a musician sat playing music. Next to the musician was a staircase leading to the upper rooms. Harry could imagine what was happening in those rooms.

With swift steps, he crossed the room, avoiding getting too close to any of the lightly clad women. He didn't want to catch a disease that surely circulated in such an establishment. He climbed the stairs and quickly found the right room. Moans could be heard from the room. Harry kicked the door open and saw a woman with silver hair. She was riding a man and wore a garment he had seen on representatives of the Faith of the Seven. The woman turned around and showed that her garment was open. She wasn't wearing anything under her robe. Beautiful pale breasts peeked out from under the robe and seemed to invite Harry to touch them. Truly, the woman had her advantages.

"What are you doing here? Can't you see I'm busy?" the woman called out and lifted the sheet to cover herself.

"Forgive me. You are in great danger. Some men have their eyes on you," Harry said and tried to emphasize the seriousness of the situation.

"Of course, the men are after me. Have they seen my body? The men hunger for me," the woman retorted and slid down from her customer. He didn't seem pleased that their private moment was interrupted, and he shouted at Harry.

"Disappear before I chop off your head. The next few hours belong to me. Leave, or I'll behead you," the man called out, drawing a dagger from his clothes.

"Give it a try. You won't like the outcome," Harry retorted, amused, as he glanced at the man's modest member. The man followed Harry's gaze and turned red.

"How dare you," the man shouted, charging at Harry with the dagger to stab him. Harry dodged the thrust, grabbed the man's arm, and forced him to drop the dagger, seizing it himself. In a swift motion, he separated the man's testicles from his body.

The man screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his hands to the gaping wound between his legs, crying like a little girl.

"What have you done? You can't castrate my customers," the woman exclaimed, dressing herself.

"He didn't leave me any other choice. Now that you're dressed, we can leave. One of your customer's wives has hired several men to kill you or get rid of you in other ways. You need to leave the city," Harry said, stepping over the man to quickly search his belongings. He quickly found the man's wallet and tossed it to the woman. She caught it and looked at Harry inquisitively.

"Well, as compensation for interrupting your work. Can we leave now?" Harry asked, receiving a headshake from the woman.

"How do I know you're not one of those men trying to eliminate me? I won't leave here. I like it in Lys," the woman said arrogantly, infuriating Harry.

"Do as you please. I've warned you. Pereno Orthys's wife wants you dead or out of the city," Harry said, walking towards the door. The emasculated man continued to scream, and some curious onlookers stood in the corridor, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.

"Damn it. Pereno's wife is truly troublesome. I didn't think she'd go this far. Now, my savior, what are you waiting for? Help me and my children leave the city," the woman said, rummaging through a cabinet before pulling out another purse, which she promptly hung from her belt.

"Now, finally, we understand each other. Hurry. The lackeys might be here soon," Harry said somewhat bored, descending the stairs. The woman followed him, and they quickly left the brothel.

"We need to reach my children. I fear the old witch might abduct them," the woman said, leading Harry out of the district with numerous brothels. The further they got from the revelers, the quieter the city became. Eventually, silence settled over the city, and they entered a part of town where the privileged residents lived. The streets were better, and city guards patrolled the alleys more frequently.

The woman stopped before a larger group of people and seemed shocked.

"What are you doing to my children?" the woman cried out, her face showing fear and concern. Two boys were being held by men. The men held knives to the boys' throats to illustrate what would happen if the woman didn't comply.

"Look at her. Saera Targaryen honors us with her presence," the leader of the group said. He was better dressed than the others and seemed to be a member of a personal guard. Unlike the others, he wore chainmail. Over the chainmail, he wore a breastplate to protect his torso, as well as vambraces and greaves. A beautifully decorated sword hung at his side, of much higher quality than the weapons of the others. On the man's chest was the Orthys family crest, indicating for whom he worked.

"Release my children. They have nothing to do with this," the woman cried out, revealing herself as Saera Targaryen.

"They are involved. Lady Orthys has ordered us to make an example of them if you don't leave the city by tomorrow night," the leader said, striking the older boy in the stomach. The boy groaned in pain. Saera wanted to run to her children, but the leader blocked her way.

"I will leave the city and never return to Lys," Saera promised, but the man shook his head.

"Well, we can't just let you go, beautiful lady, without satisfying our needs," the leader said, and the men laughed. Harry could see in the dim light that Saera had come to the same conclusion as him. Her face lost all color, and she lowered her head.

Harry, unnoticed by the men, circled around the group as Saera began to undress slowly, resigning herself to her fate. Harry discreetly signaled to her to undress more slowly and pointed his wand at the two men holding the boys. The two men knocked the boys unconscious and let them fall to the ground.

Then one of them moved to another comrade and decapitated him. Harry killed the other enchanted man and took his sword. These actions didn't go unnoticed. All the men turned and stared at Harry. He charged at the men, killing the leader before the others could react.

"Kill him and that slut," the leader of the group shouted, charging at Saera. However, Harry's rope untied itself from his waist and bound the leader. The most significant threat was now neutralized. Harry quickly fought against the other five men, killing them one by one.

Within minutes, the battle was over, and Harry could breathe again, although he wished there had been more enemies. He looked around for Saera and saw her tending to her sons. She had hastily pulled up her dress, but it was still open, revealing her alluring back.

Saera looked up and gave Harry a thankful look. "Thank you, noble sir. Without you, those men would have done unspeakable things to me."

"You're welcome. We should leave this place quickly. Lady Orthys might send more groups to take charge of us," Harry urged the woman, receiving a nod from her.

"Indeed, you're right. We need to flee. But first, we must retrieve my fortune. Without it, we might not have enough funds to leave the city. That wretch surely bribed the dockworkers. We need to offer them more to escape this city," Saera explained, but Harry shook his head.

"Let me handle the escape. A ship captain owes me a favor. He'll ensure our voyage to Volantis. We just need to wait until things calm down," Harry tried to reassure Saera, but she shook her head.

"Are you mad? They'll be searching for me and my children in the city," Saera retorted, stroking her younger son's head.

"You might be right. Very well, we'll try to get a ship off this island as soon as possible. Speak, why does Lady Orthys want you to leave the city so urgently?" Harry asked. It didn't make sense to him. Why would an aristocrat want to murder a prostitute just because she slept with her husband? That explanation was hard to believe.

"The marriage of Pereno Orthys and his wife has been childless. Since she's past the age of bearing children, I'm a threat to her. Especially because my Torreo is Pereno's bastard," Saera explained, and Harry finally understood. The woman feared being replaced by Saera. She believed that if Pereno were to divorce his wife and marry Saera, he could easily make his bastard his heir.

Harry's gaze shifted to the bound man, and he inquired, "Who is he exactly? Seems to be a guard of Orthys."

"He's my cousin. Also, he's my personal guard and enforcer. It's rumored that he learned magic in Asshai and is responsible for making some of Orthys's enemies vanish," Saera revealed, arousing Harry's interest.

Harry approached the man and forced him to sit up. The man glared hatefully into Harry's eyes and screamed as he felt an intrusion into his mind. Unlike his brutal treatment of the fire mage, this time Harry didn't go that way. He simply broke through the man's defenses, then compelled him to speak the truth.

"Speak, why did you intend to defile Saera?" Harry demanded bluntly, and the man answered monotonously.

"I desire her. I've watched her with my master for years. While they enjoyed themselves, she never spared me a glance. Then my cousin told me I should force you to leave the city. That's when I saw my chance to taste her body for myself."

Harry looked at Saera, who was shocked by the man's emotionless answer. She knew her savior was capable of strange magic, but making someone tell the truth like this surpassed her understanding of magic.

"You better pack your belongings. I've turned this man into my ally. He'll never betray me. I've been betrayed by allies too often. Stop or you'll end up like him," Harry warned, and Saera took a step back, considering her options. She glanced at Harry briefly, then lowered her frying pan. She took a few deep breaths and nodded at him.

"Now that you've calmed down, let's discuss what we'll do next. Get ready to leave the city by tomorrow morning. We'll sail to Volantis. You should be safe there," Harry said, tossing a bag of coins to Saera.

"That should cover some of the costs for our quick departure. The men outside won't need the money anymore," Harry said and left Saera alone with her thoughts.

Comments:

I would like to use this part to answer some comments. Tony McNucklz wrote that the meat of a moose would be worth much more. I didn't know that and also assumed that two people could eat such a moose in winter. To make the many items for his journey, Harry also needed money and iron was certainly very expensive at the time. I have not yet dealt so much with the economy of the Middle Ages. This would take some time and could go beyond the scope of this article. didyousaytim couldn't understand why Harry replaced the resurrection stone with a stone wands. The only answer to this is handiness. The magic moves are easier with the stone wand than with the stone and he is not used to doing magic like that. He will investigate it further, but Harry wants to try to hide his magic a little better.