CHAPTER 2

ASHARA TARGARYEN

HERMIONE

Looking over the vast expanse of the city of Mereen, Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia, yet sadness washed over her. Watching her army of unsullied and Dothraki amongst each other reminded her of her old life. It reminded her of the time she spent in Winterfell with the Order, back when her journey was just beginning.

Her thoughts began to travel to her early years, her parents and appearance were the first thing she thought about it brought tears to her eyes. She'd always wondered why she didn't have her mother's white-blonde hair or her father long black hair, she was about 6 when she finally mustered the courage to ask her mother why her hair was brown instead of like her parents.

"Well, my Khalakki, you were kissed by dragons at birth, born in the flames. It mixed my hair with your father's, giving you beautiful brown curls." Her mother Daenerys had explained so sweetly while stroking her hair.

Her thoughts wandered off to her father's last words to her before he died, his words filled with pride and love. "Khalakki, daughter of Khal. Star of my life." Tears began streaming down her face but soon faded when her mind kept wandering.

As the memories flooded her mind, Hermione could help but recall her first trip to Hogwarts. She remembered thinking how disappointed her father would be, a Khal's daughter going to a school for witches, the very thing that brought him to his demise. Her mother made sure to reassure her, uttering words she'd remember forever.

"My child the great Khal's blood will forever run through your veins as will the dragons, you're a dragon khalakki, Be brave. Always be a dragon." Her mother's words stuck with her from then on even after she was taken from her.

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes it felt as though she was reliving these painful moments. After the Battle of Hogwarts, it left so much trauma along with the death of both of her parents, Hermione began picking up unhealthy habits. The battle left Hogwarts in ruins and some of her closest friends were gone, she could still hear the screams of people dying and nothing could deter the memories of the hospital ward, so many people were injured from the simplest slicing curse to the most harmful Sectumsempra curses. The memories seared Hermione's brain permanently. In the end the war had been won by Voldemort. Returning home, she had nowhere to go, no one to return to. All she had were the dragon eggs her mother left her, uncertain whether the Dothraki would recognize her and accept her, she decided to go up north to Winterfell although it was slightly in ruins. It gave her hopes of finding the Order. And when she journeyed to the north, she found the Order and they took her in, selflessly protecting her and her identity.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny knew Hermione's true identity when they all became friends in Hogwarts, the rest of the Order came to know about her dragon's blood and that she was the last living Targaryen with dragon eggs when they took her in. Things were good in Winterfell for a while, she began learning more magic and trying to get her eggs to hatch unfortunately they never did, but then things became quite bad when word of Voldemort coming to the seven kingdoms made its way to Winterfell. Hermione hoped this was false, why would Voldemort want to take over the muggle world. She couldn't bear going through another war.

Hermione's sobs subsided as Harry's voice broke through her thoughts. "Mione are you alright?"

She nodded, "Harry, is it true he is here? Is he coming?"

"Yes, that's why I'm here now Mione, we need to talk. There are whispers that Voldemort is planning to take the iron throne also he knows about you well, not so much Hermione Granger but Ashara Targaryen."

Ashara Targaryen, she had not been called that since she was with her parents, Hermione's given name. She changed it as she attended Hogwarts so no one would know who she was or what she came from. It's not that she wasn't proud of her name, she was Ashara derived from both her father's heritage and her mother's as well-meaning Blood Flames. She did this to protect her identity, her family, and the muggle world.

She noticed the worry that furrowed Harry's brows, she knew this was hard for him bearing the responsibility of leading the Order. "Mione, I'm so sorry but we have to keep you safe, Kingsley insists that we send you away."

Harry's words struck her like a curse. The Order, her closest thing to family sending her away, she'd be all alone again "Send me away? Harry, where would I go? I'm not leaving, I'm staying." She pleaded; determination etched into every syllable.

Ron appeared from around the corner with Ginny, His voice filled with concern and her eyes welled and red. "He's right Mi, it's safer for you, you're too valuable to be risked. I really don't want you to go but Mi I don't have a say and I need you to stay safe please." Ron pleaded with her to leave. The room went silent for a moment with only light sobs from Hermione and Ginny.

"Ginny? Please tell them Please let me stay." Hermione pleaded; her voice filled with desperation "Please Ron... Harry? If he comes back, I can help. I can be on the battlefield; I'll have my dragons."

"Hermione we've been trying for months to get them to hatch, and we can't" The only thing Ginny could manage to get out.

Harry's gaze softened with sorrow. "Hermione, we're sorry it's for the best, Ginny and Ron are right. You'll be going to Mereen. The Dothraki and Unsullied are there. They are loyal to your parents, they will accept and follow you too, you're the dragon princess. We'll meet again soon Mi."

Tears streamed down Hermione's face as she cried out in anguish. "Dothraki? Unsullied? They won't remember me!"

"Yes, they will Mione just bring your eggs. Be Ashara Targaryen." Tears began falling to Ginny's cheeks the thought of one of her best friends leaving broke her heart.

The three embraced Hermione in a bittersweet hug, knowing this might be their last encounter for a while. The weight of the decision hung heavy in the air as they bid farewell.

And so, with a heavy heart and sense of purpose, Hermione set off on her next journey- to Meereen , to reclaim her heritage and to become the leader her parents had hoped she'd become. Ashara Targaryen, The Dragon Princess would rise, fueled by the power of the dragon and the strength of her lineage, ready to face the challenges that awaited her.

With no horse or way of getting to Mereen her only choice was to apparate. Hoping no one was near because she knows how the Dothraki feel about magic especially after their great Khal Drogo dying at the hands of one witch. With a wave her wand she begins to feel her body squeeze tightly and everything distort as she abruptly lands in Mereen. Once she lands her gaze traverses over the horizon, a sense of awe washed over Hermione's' face. This is where her mother ruled at one point. Pyramids of ancient stone, huge statues holding up a bridge, laughter throughout the city and the smell of exotic spices. It was beautiful and she had to claim it back.

Hermione began walking through the city seeing kids running in the streets and vendors selling things she began to question the people.

"I'm looking for the place where Daenarys once ruled, can you help me?" Hermione pleaded with one of the vendors, he looked at her confused as if he did not understand what she was saying.

"Mhysa." The people around her started saying, confused at first until she realized they were speaking her mother's tongue.

"Ye-" She went to say but was interrupted by a group of men surrounding her on horses. These men had long hair and tanned skin. They reminded her of her father when they began to speak, that is when she realized they were Dothraki.

"Fin are yeri" Trying to search for the words Hermione hadn't spoken Dothraki or Valyrian since her parents died, struggling to find the words until one of the other men nudged her to the ground. "Say ato vikeesi." Anger boiled throughout Hermione's skin hearing him call her a bitch unknowing that she spoke their language.

"Hash vo call anna a vikeesi, anha am Ashara Targaryen Ohara ki Khal Drogo." Switching to the little Valyrian that she remembered "Se tala hen Daenerys Stormborn." The men began laughing at her as if they thought she was lying, it wasn't until she pulled out a dragon egg that made the laughs subside making their eyes grow big with disbelief. The Dothraki men began leading her to the biggest pyramid that she had seen; it was guarded by Unsullied soldiers.

"Speak" One of the dothraki men commanded, Hermione looked to the soldier and began.

"Tala hen Daenerys Stormborn, I am the daughter of Daenerys. I am Ashara Targaryen." Pulling the same egg from her satchel a slight fear grew within her eyes hoping they'd believe her. The soldier looked to her before opening the doors and guiding her to the throne. As he walks to the man sitting upon the throne his eyes shoot to her.

"So, you're the daughter of the great Khal and mother of dragons? I am not stupid girl, you look like neither of them, their daughter died with them as well as all the dragons, you've probably stolen those eggs." He sneered, piercing his eyes through Hermione's soul. "You're probably just the daughter of some brothel whore" He laughed, sending fire through Hermione's veins.

"I AM ASHARA TARGARYEN!" She commanded "Daughter of the great Khal and Mother of dragons."

"You're a stupid lowborn bitch you do not speak to your king that way!" He roared the fire in Hermione's veins grew with hunger until his last words. "Send her out with the Dothraki until she can prove that she is really the Targaryen bitch's daughter. They'll have lots of fun with her." Hermione began getting escorted out to the small area in which the Dothraki lived. Who does he think he is calling her mother a bitch, calling her a bitch anger grew within her with every step she took she had to prove herself but how she was unsuccessful in getting her eggs to hatch. She couldn't use her magic, could she? That could piss off the Dothraki. What would she do?

The first night felt so hopeless as Hermione entered the Dothraki huts she was met with hateful looks and jokes about how she said she was the great Khal's daughter, no one believed her just like she told Harry they wouldn't. She was also met with men slapping her arse and gripping her in unpleasant places when she'd fight back, she was met with men beating her.

"You're such a pretty whore." One man came to her gripping her face and licking her, sending rage down her spine.

"I am not a whore! I am the daughter of Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen. My name is Ashara." she yelled out pushing the man from her face.

"Let's find out if you have a pretty Targaryen cunt then." He laughed as two other men pinned her down while she was raped by him, Hermione cried and pleaded as the men all laughed at her. She was hopeless that night. She laid in the hut dried blood clinging to her thigh, discoloration marking her skin from every single bruise she endured. She clung to her satchel and cries of pleading poured from her throat to her eggs.

"Please little dragon's help me, give me a sign."

Hermione could feel the days slowly fading away becoming nonexistent as she is lying on the ground in this hut. She felt as if she was beginning to lose everything that defined her and all she wanted to do was return to Winterfell, see Harry, Ron and Ginny; to feel safe again. Meereen felt like no home, it wasn't Winterfell, Meereen was proving to be cruel to her, she was nothing here. No one believed her, she was trapped in an endless nightmare, with no thoughts on how to escape or prove her true identity. The beatings and rape she endured grew worse each night.

It was as if the same three men who have been tormenting her grew hungrier, angrier each time she was in their presence. Their laughter at the death of her parents echoed through her mind, fueling the fury within her. Hermione refused to let them break her spirit, to let them extinguish the fire that burned within her.

Hermione pinned down to the ground staring at her tormentor in a lifeless state; she was too tired to yell, fight or scream. "If you really are Khal Drogo's daughter, I am sure he would be proud to see you right now." He chuckled callously, taunting her current state, finally finishing his way with her he rolls over. This vile comment struck deep within Hermione's battered soul. She couldn't stand hearing them stain the name of her family while degrading her.

"Gwe away mezhah." He commands with utter disgust on his face before pushing her away.

Hermione stood there, her eyes locked in a lifeless gaze, devoid of any flicker of whatever emotions she had left, the depth of her pain had sunk to a place where her tears no longer flowed. This time she refused to cry; her gaze remained lifeless, emotionless. Instead, she turned away, her steps were unwavering as she walked out of the Dothraki hut and towards the sea. The indifferent gazes from the eyes of the Unsullied, Dothraki, and common people who were roaming the city followed her, she paid them no mind.

As Hermione reached the shoreline, she waded her bloody legs into the cool embrace of the sea. The water was a balm washing away any of the physical remnants of the horrors she had just endured. The waves crashed around her naked body as she stood there, cleansing the blood caked to her inner thighs. Emerging from the water, Hermione's lifeless stare transformed. The emptiness that lingered before, was now a burning wrath, vengeful in its intensity. The sea witnessed her pain cleansing it and had also become witness to the change that came after. Hermione would not be the same person that was in those Dothraki huts moments ago. As she strode back to the hut, she heard the three men laughing and jeering towards her.

One of the Khal men stalked towards her his broad shoulders towering over her as he looked down to her. She raised her chin to meet his gaze. "Fini's ojil vikeesi?" The man sneered; a malicious glint crossed his eyes. Back for more?" He chuckled, amused by his own wickedness as Hermione pushed past him. "Where are you going girl." His voice roared, sending a slight chill down Hermione's back but she refused to let his want of fear take over her.

Hermione began tipping over burning oil throughout the hut as the three Khal's watched in horror.

With a face full of anger one of the Khal's sneered towards Hermione. "What are you doing you stupid whore." His words not deterring Hermione at all, she glances back towards the three men one last time.

"What needs to be done."

Hermione approached the brazier standing beside her, its flames flickering in her eyes igniting all of her anger within. She wanted revenge, she wanted them to pay, she was unsure of if this would take her life, but she did not care she wanted them dead. Hermione grabbed the edge of the flaming brazier, her hand unharmed and eyes locked to the three men. Without a thought she tipped over the brazier, sending flames around them all.

"Yeri will kill us ei vikeesi." one of the men screamed out panic riddling his face as he watched Hermione push down another brazier.

Walking to the final brazier through the wall of flames she halted for a second. "Anha am Ashara Targaryen." Hermione grips the brazier the flames roaring in her hands giving one last look. "And yes, I am going to kill you all." The brazier tips over, the sound of the three Khal's howling in pain as the flames engulfed their bodies filled Hermione with sobs.

Amidst the chaos and the inferno, Hermione emerged from what was left of the engulfed hut. Naked and unharmed; her body covered in a heavenly glow from the flames that crackled and danced around her.

Like a phoenix rising from its ashes, Hermione began looking around. Seeing everyone knelt down before her, their faces filled with fear, shock and reverence at the sight of Hermione. As she stood among the flames, a baby dragon perched gently upon Hermione's shoulder letting out a tiny roar. The unsullied, Dothraki, and commoners began chanting in unison.

"Mysha!"

"Khalakki!"

At that moment, Hermione knew they had finally accepted her. Hermione was now their Queen, their Khaleesi just as her mother once was. As the moment unfolded, Hermione gazed upon the loyal followers who now pledged their allegiance to her. One of the unsullied made his way to Hermione knelt down before her.

"You are my Queen; I fight for you. Anything for you." Hermione places her hand on his shoulder while her dragon lets out another tiny roar. The soldier stands to his feet watching the baby dragon before draping a blanket onto her shoulders.

Hermione was in a state of shock with everything that had just happened, she was finally accepted. She was a Khaleesi now just like her mother before these thoughts made her tear up, she locked her gaze back to everyone kneeling down in front of her.

"I am Ashara Targaryen, Khalakki of the great Khal, daughter of Daenerys Stormborn, the princess kissed by dragons." Hermione declared with unwavering confidence as her dragon roared beside her. Her words hung in the air lingering on the lips of everyone around her. The people began chanting again, praising her. She turned to gather her two dragon eggs that were still unhatched at the time.

With the thought of getting the last two eggs to hatch, one dragon by her side and the people on her side. Hermione had finally had it, Meereen was hers. The thoughts of how proud her mother and father would be replayed throughout her mind from then on.

As Hermione sat in the throne room of Meereen looking upon the city, her mind began reminiscing on her entire life from her parents to Hogwarts and to taking on the role of Khaleesi. Lost in her reflections, Hermione was jolted back to the present by the voice of one of her unsullied soldiers.

"Khaleesi, someone is here to see you."