A/N: Future chapters will be longer.
Chapter 1 - Prologue
December 25th, 1980…
A wail pierced the quiet room, while a winter storm raged outside, the scent of blood was heavy in the air. The stench of death lingered in its undertones. Upon a bed lay a young woman, deep purple eyes set in a heart-shaped face, and a crown of silver-blonde hair. "Give her to me." She demanded weakly, arms stretched out for the wailing infant in the healer's arms. Gently the healer handed the swaddled child into her mother's arms, Rhaella coddled her child. The sight of the mother struck the healer with horror, blood, it covered her, surrounded her, filled the room with its horrid smell. Her purple eyes weakly settled onto her daughter, a small smile lit her paling lips. "My beautiful child." She sighed bittersweet happiness.
"Rhaella," The head healer began sadly, Rhaella gazed up at them and offered them kind smiles. "You have lost a lot of blood."
"I know," Rhaella's voice was soft, growing steadily weaker. "I don't have much longer." She nuzzled her face into her daughter's warm cheek, so full of life. "My sweet child, I love you so much."
A young man came bursting through the door, nearly out of breath in his haste. He was tall, well-built, darkly handsome, with hair skin and lustrous black hair, and striking grey eyes, beauty attributed to his aristocratic bloodline.
"Rhaella," His grey eyes wide with grief as he hurried to her side.
"Sirius," Rhaella smiled sweetly for him, always only for him or her children. She held out a pale hand, drenched in blood, her blood. He took it and held it tightly in his. "How are James, Lily, and Harry?"
"They're fine, all three of them are fine." Sirius smiled sadly in return. Her concern had always been for James and Lily and their five-month-old son, Harry. Even during Christmas, her thoughts were with the Potter family. This would be the first Christmas Sirius spent without them, but it was still a joyous one.
Her purple eyes filled with tears, she knew how deep his loyalty to James Potter was. "Meet your daughter." She looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. The child was a fine and delicate beauty, almost unworldly. A head of silver hair and skin so pale it was nearly translucent.
Sirius took her carefully, "She has all her mother's beauty." He looked conflicted as he gazed at the child in his arms. She was his. He was a father to another being. The thought alone seemed positively outlandish. But here she was. A daughter to call his own. "You've given me the greatest gift, Rhaella, much more then a man like me deserves."
"Do not speak like that. You deserve her and more, my love." Rhaella kissed his cheek. "Happy Christmas."
Sirius kissed her lips, "Happy Christmas my sweet."
Their love affair had begun nearly a year ago, Rhaella Targaryen, the beautiful widow of Aerys Targaryen, who had been killed in 1978 along with his eldest son, by a death eater. The Targaryen dynasty was an old one, the remaining royal, pureblood family hailing from Old Valyria, an ancient kingdom in the wizarding world that had perished in the doom centuries ago. A family whose magic had been taken away along with their royal titles, even before the creation of Hogwarts by its four founders. The original founder of the Targaryen family had dappled with ancient magic that had long thought to have disappeared from the world when the Valyrian empire began to grow in power. The first Targaryen had used ancient magic to create the first dragons using his own blood as a bonding agent. Fire made flesh as he called it, powerful weapons of mass destruction, creatures' whose sole purpose was to serve the Targaryen family for generations to come. The Targaryens had also created wildfire, green fire hotter and more powerful then any muggle could imagine. It was an offensive magical attack that only a person of Targaryen blood could use, the use of wildfire resulted in a high death toll during duels against the Targaryens. The spell had been banned, it had been seen almost as terrible as the three unforgivable curses by the wizarding world.
For his and his family's crimes, the entire Targaryen family and their descendants had been cursed to be stripped of any magical abilities. As long as any child harboured Targaryen blood, the chances of them possessing magical abilities was nearly impossible. Yet, over the generations, there had been a few exceptions, mainly children born from affairs or bastards of Targaryens who chose to intermingle with wizards and witches from other pure blood or half blood families, even then the chances of their offspring possessing magic was rare.
After the doom that nearly wiped out the entire Targaryen dynasty and their dragons, The Targaryen family had become fairly wealthy again through the breeding and selling of their remaining dragon species, they had constructed large dens called the dragonpit to house their dragons. Until some time later the dragons rebelled against their creators, evolving to become independent thinkers the dragons reeked havoc on the wizarding and muggle world alike. The dragons grew to quickly and were breeding to quickly once unchained from their confinement in the dragonpit. Far to quickly for the wizarding world to contain, many had begun to campaign for their right to exist and in the end won. But the Targaryens had lost their hold on the dragons altogether. They dragons were far to wild and dangerous, many Targaryens had tried to tame and bond with them and died for it.
Due to the Targaryens still holding their pureblood status in high regard, the family had practiced incest to keep the bloodline pure, as many pureblood families did. Rhaella had bore her husband, her brother, two sons, Rhaegar and Viserys. But her son Rhaegar and Aerys had perished at the hands of a death eater. The family had tried remaining neutral when the war began, but the dark lord would not allow it.
In defiance for the loss of her child, Rhaella joined The Order of the Phoenix, aiding Albus Dumbledore in his fight against the dark lord however she could. It was how she met a young Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James and Lily Potter. Friendships had quickly blossomed, and Sirius had quickly grown smitten. Rhaella was Sirius's senior by many years, yet it took her less then a week to coax him into her bed, and he had gone willingly. And here they were, a year later she bore him a child.
Sirius looked at Rhaella, "What is her name?"
"Daenerys Stormborn," Rhaella whispered quietly.
"Will you give her your family name?" Sirius looked at her curiously, he would not object if she did. She had birthed the child, carried it, kept her safe alone while he fought alongside his friends, nearly absent throughout her entire pregnancy.
"Of course not," Rhaella tried desperately to offer him a reassuring smile. "She's yours. She's a Black."
"Daenerys Black," Sirius said the name quietly, it felt warm and soft on his tongue. "Daenerys, Dany, my little Dany."
The warm expression in her purple eyes did little to settle his nerves, "Rhaella, what of Viserys?"
"He's been taken to safety, the Dragonstone, our ancestral castle. Albus enchanted it with protection spells himself, he is safe there." Rhaella took his hand in hers. "Keep her safe, you'll have to protect Dany for the both of us."
"Rhaella…"
"I won't be able to see you again." Tears wet her vision. Her voice weak and broken.
"Don't speak like that!" Sirius took her hand, kissed it.
Tears fell from her eyes, "Promise me, you'll keep her safe."
It took all of Sirius's strength to hold back his own tears, he was a man who seldomly wept, yet at the most important moment in his life all he wanted to do was cry. "I promise."
"I love you," Rhaella said with the sweetest of smiles, just for him. Sirius pressed his lips against her cooling forehead, his body quivered with sorrow when he understood her life was nearing its end. She had always been warm, never cold, not like this. Only a few more moments passed before the light completely faded from her eyes, her hand fell limp in his, her body breathed its last breath and she was still, though fragments of smile remained on her lips. Sirius wept. Daenerys opened her large purple eyes, sensing a sudden absence. It was a warm presence, a welcoming one that had been suddenly ripped away from her. It had felt safe, but it was gone, and she didn't understand why. She blinked a few times, her lips forming into a trembling frown, that soon became a cry to fill the mourning room.
"Shh, my little dragon." Sirius whispered to his whimpering daughter. He cooed to her, instinct taking over. He knew nothing of being a father, handling a child, only the little had learned from his time with his godson, Harry. He'd watched James enviously, proudly, happily being a father to his and Lily's beautiful son. He loved Harry, he loved Daenerys equally as much, maybe more. Daenerys's cries died down, large eyes, Rhaella's eyes stared up at him. Sirius touched her cheek, "You still have me."
He turned to the Targaryen healers who wept silently for the deceased Targaryen woman, Sirius kissed Daenerys's warm little forehead. He held her out to the head healer, "Take her to Dragonstone to be with her brother, I will return for her when I can." The healer only nodded, papers in hand, Daenerys's birth certificate, Sirius had caught a small glimpse.
"Daenerys Stormborn Black," Sirius read out quietly as the healer looked at him coolly.
"It was Rhaella's last request." The healer explained.
Sirius only nodded slowly, he knew how the Targaryens felt about his and Rhaella's not so private love affair. It had been met with scorn and judgement. Rhaella had ignored it all to be with him, a twenty-year-old. Many in the wizarding world had heard of Aerys's increasing insanity after the birth of his first son Rhaegar, the Targaryen Madness people had begun to call it. Word had spread of Aerys sexual and physical abuse of his sister-wife. There had been no fondness between the siblings, even before their forced marriage at the age of seventeen. Rhaella had bore Aerys his first son at eighteen. Sirius had seen the scars and marks during their nights of passion. Neither he nor Rhaella mourned for Aerys death. Her only true loss had been her firstborn, Rhaegar Targaryen, a gifted boy of only a young age.
The healer glared at Sirius, "It's your fault our lady is dead. You impregnated her with a half-breed, an abomination. Rhaella never suffered during her pregnancy with Rhaegar and Viserys, pure blooded Targaryens."
Sirius grey eyes were cold, a black scowl on his lips. "Call my daughter an abomination one more time and I will kill you where you stand, understand?"
The healer swallowed heavily, chewed out the words scathingly. "Understood."
Sirius took the birth papers, "I will take these to Dumbledore to send to the Ministry to legalize me as her sole guardian, and then I'll take her away from this twisted family."
The healer glared at her, "She belongs with us, we are her family."
"I am her father." The word still felt foreign to say, but he loved the sound of it. "I am the only parent she has left. She belongs with me. I will allow her to visit her brother when she's older."
The healer scoffed at him, "What can you give her, how will you provide for her? You have nothing! Your family disowned you."
Sirius glared, "Not that it is any of your business, healer. But my Uncle Alphard left me a decent bit of gold. I've been able to look after myself just fine, and I will be able to raise Dany as well without the Targaryens help."
Sirius turned to Rhaella's body, closed his eyes as he breathed heavily. He pulled a white sheet from a nearby chair and draped it over her body, he paused to kiss her forehead. Whispering sweetly to her, "Goodbye my love." He covered her face. Rhaella had stayed in a family estate near Godric's Hallow while Viserys remained in Dragonstone, far away. She refused to have both remaining heirs to the Targaryen family in close proximity in case something was to happen, at least one may survive.
Sirius made sure the healers had disappeared safely into the night with his daughter. He had stood alone as he watched Rhaella's corpse burn on a pyre. He would have her buried in Godric's Hollow, once everything was safe, he would buy himself and Dany a home there to be close to her and the Potter family. Papers tucked safely in his coat pocket, Rhaella's ashes in an urn, he made his way to his friends to tell them of his daughter's birth and Rhaella's death.
October 31, 1981…
Everything changed that day.
End of Chapter!
A/N: I've written for GoT universe for a while now, I've always loved Harry Potter (seen all the movies, still have to finish the book series, don't kill me. I know it's a lot better. I just haven't had the time.) I've always been interested in a crossover, but with these two universes being so history rich, endless in detail, information, character development, etc. It is hard to write a plausible, realistic story plot to incorporate both sides equally, and not over power one more than the other. I do use information I research from the books as much as I can to be correct as well as going more off the movies/TV series, as I have yet to finish either book series. So please bear with me, learning the HP characters, their traits, mannerisms, etc. Is a learning curve for me and will take some chapters to develop, as well as conforming GoT characters to fit the HP universe in terms of characteristics, traits, etc.
If you'd like to see this story continued, please review, it is the ink to my pen. And I love to hear feedback and suggestions.
Sirius Black as always been my favorite character, and I wanted him as an integral part of the story as Daenerys's father. I think it would be an interesting side of him to explore, not just a godfather, but a real father. I did not specify ages for Rhaella, Rhaegar, etc. As it would become to complicated, I could only say Rhaella was most likely in her thirties, with Rhaegar being around ten. He will not play a huge role in this story like in GoT. Viserys, I'm thinking four years old.
I also wanted to stay true to the Old Valyria, dragons, etc. of House Targaryen, hence the little backstory of the creation of dragons, and why (in this story) the Targaryens fell from power to keep true to the GoT history of Dany's story and keep it original and my own.
If I continue this story, it will take place during prisoner of Azkaban. Harry and Dany are thirteen, making Viserys seventeen.
Review if you want this story continued! Thank you!
