Hello folks. I am now writing a new story and have decided to write it in English to brush up my English skills a bit. It's a story that came into my head when I watched the House of the Dragon series. In my opinion, Alicent Hightower and Rhaenyra Targaryen were played very well by the young actresses. Then I thought about what would happen if Harry Potter came into her life. Can a wizard stop the dragon dance or will he die trying? I was inspired by several other stories in writing this story. I can't list all the good stories I've read. Above all, the stories "The Peverell Legacy" and "Swords and Roses" by Sage1988 can be seen as an inspiration. I corrected the first chapter with Grammarly. There will probably still be some bugs. Because so many person say that my writing is so bad, I try to improve it. I will not post more chapters until nobody can say, that my witting is bad.

Harry stared at the Elder Wand, gripping it tightly in his hands. The battle for Hogwarts was over and this insignificant wand was his prize. His family for a wand. What irony.

Legends say that this was the most powerful wand in existence. Harry couldn't believe such nonsense. He had researched wandlore in the library until late at night and had come to a conclusion that many wizards would dismiss as blasphemy against magic. It wasn't the wand that mattered. It played no role. They were just tools. Yes, some had a better resonance with the wizard than others, but in the end, only the wizard counted. The wizard had to be powerful to wield a "powerful" wand, not the other way around.

Power was all that mattered to Harry once, when he lived under the stairs of his relatives. He always wanted to be free from all the constraints of society and power gave him that opportunity. Harry quickly realized in his childhood that his captivity under the stairs was caused by his own weakness and dependence on the Dursleys, as well as the performance of his uncle. So power in any form had to be freedom. Knowledge was known to be power, as well as following the power came wealth, which was acquired with it, but he had neither. He didn't have the means to be wealthy, nor was he strong enough to take it. So he had to become powerful in the only way possible to him, and that was knowledge.

So Harry remained in school every day until late afternoon and read. He told his relatives that he had to stay in detention because of his behavior and poor grades. His relatives quickly believed the lie and he could learn as much as he wanted. At first, he plunged into English and mathematics so that he could understand the other areas. Then he learned physics, history, biology, business, chemistry, and many other important areas. He immersed himself in every topic for which he found books. At first, he didn't understand everything, but he learned it until he understood everything. Harry showed no one this knowledge. Because knowledge was power and hidden knowledge made one even more powerful.

At eleven, he discovered the magical world. A place of wonders and bigotry. He was amazed by the secret society and how twisted it was. With so many wonders just a wand wave away and the arrogance of the leaders who were no better than Muggles, Harry found it amazing that they did not act better or perhaps worse than them. They looked down on Muggles, but followed the same impulses and foolishness. The magical world stagnated. While the Muggle world was driven by greed to produce better machines and more money, the magical world stagnated. Only rarely were new products developed and these were usually suppressed by the monopolistic companies and the magical government. Progress was a horror to the old pure-bloods. Everything should remain as it was. Nothing new, because it could change something. So it was not surprising that there was no economic or social change and the magical world was still stuck in the 16th century.

The root of all evil lay in the way Hogwarts shaped society. The magical society's worldview was just as divided as its education. Many purebloods and half-bloods still believed they were superior to Muggles. Muggle Studies and History classes had not been updated in over a hundred years and were thus more than outdated. Muggle Studies was taught by a professor who had never set foot in the Muggle world, and History was taught by a ghost who had died two centuries ago. So, the magical society did not know that it was stagnating, and any voice that spoke differently was denounced and suppressed. For this reason, hundreds of Muggle-borns left the magical world every year to work in poorly paid jobs. Since they never obtained a proper education from a Muggle school, they had no other choice but to become part of the Muggle world again.

The Sorting Hat allowed Harry to decide which house was best for him, but in the end, he chose Ravenclaw. At Hogwarts, he learned with the same enthusiasm as before and achieved first place in every class. He no longer needed to hold back to avoid upsetting his uncle. He also had some adventures at Hogwarts. He saved Hermione Granger from the troll and the Philosopher's Stone in his first year. He defeated the Basilisk and saved Ginny Weasley in his second year and his godfather Sirius in his third year. He befriended Daphne Greengrass in his second year and started a relationship with her in his fourth year. In the end, he was not strong enough to prevent Voldemort's resurrection, but he managed to catch Peter Pettigrew to exonerate his godfather. Despite Pettigrew's confession that he helped Voldemort to return, the matter was swept under the rug, and Harry was declared crazy. In his fifth year, he found out that he had to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes before Voldemort could finally be defeated.

The quest for the Horcruxes with Daphne and Hermione was anything but easy. The theft of the necklace from Umbridge's house was relatively simple, as was the break-in at Gringotts by bribing several goblins. The diadem was also quickly found in the Room of Requirement, but Nagini refused to be captured. After examining Dumbledore's memories, Harry realized that he himself was a Horcrux and therefore had to die. He had a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his scar.

Now Harry understood the many incidents that had occurred during his time at Hogwarts. Dumbledore had tried to kill him but couldn't do it directly, as it had to look like an accident. Harry couldn't allow his own death. Since his mother had already saved him from death once, he sought a way to do the same thing again.

He went to Godric's Hollow and found, hidden under powerful enchantments, the records of his parents. Dozens of books filled with ideas, spells, potions, rune arrays, and theories about magic. When his parents went into hiding, they were still good wizards, but it seemed that isolation had changed them somewhat. His father, who was initially a great hater of dark magic, developed a curse that summoned a selected body part or organ from the target's body and sealed everything in place so that the person survived.

This curse was the reason why many Death Eaters had only one or no children. James had robbed them of their reproductive organs. The spell that enabled him to live required body parts from twelve wizards and a soul. It was darker than dark, but Harry used it again to become immune to the Killing Curse. This time, he removed both of the wizards' kidneys and their spleen. He only needed one kidney, but Harry also gave Daphne and Hermione this immunity. Unfortunately, the Death Eaters died a few weeks after the removal of their organs, and no wizard could explain it.

Just before they were about to set a trap for Nagini and destroy the last Horcrux besides Harry, they received a new message that frightened them. Voldemort was attempting to summon demons. Luckily, members of his family had helped expel the last demons from Earth centuries ago, so they had information on how to fight them and were able to further strengthen the barrier. This resulted in the demons being unable to escape and becoming stranded on Earth.

Hermione and Daphne followed him into the fight against Voldemort, and Hermione was bitten by Nagini while Daphne was killed by a beam. What irony. They were immune to one of the most powerful spells and yet still died. However, Hermione took the ugly snake with her in death. When Nagini died, Tom boiled with anger. He threw curses around as if they were candy. Harry avoided all but one - the killing curse. Harry allowed the curse to hit him, which immediately reflected back onto Voldemort. Tom wailed as his body slowly dissolved, but no one moved. The Death Eaters, bound by tradition, did not interfere in the duel, and the others watched with satisfaction as one of the darkest wizards simply disintegrated. When the body was gone, the Death Eaters ran for their lives. However, Harry only took the Elder Wand and Hermione's body and went to bury Daphne as well.

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass, and many, many more - all dead. Taken from this corrupt world that wouldn't change after this war. The people were too narrow-minded, and Harry suspected that in a few decades, another war like this would happen again. Harry was sick of this cursed world. There was no one left here who was important to him. They were all dead. He would go to the Muggle world or into exile, far away from these people who had caused him so much pain. He still had enough money for a good life. But first, he needed to take care of his prize, the Elder Wand. Harry took hold of both ends of the wand and slowly bent it. The wood cracked, a fissure ran through the wand, and then everything in the world went black.

-Kiss-of-Dragon-

The first sensation that returned to him after everything turned black was cold. His entire body was cold, colder than he had ever imagined possible. The cold was pervasive, seeping through every part of him. His cloak was the only thing covering him and protecting him from the elements. Even his talisman was gone. The talisman that had never left his neck since its creation. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and he had to blink in the brightness. It was like he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare only to find himself in another one. He struggled to get up, trying not to sink into the snow. His body trembled from both the cold and the exertion.

He rolled over to protect his body from the snow and wrapped himself in the cloak, which provided more protection than he had expected from an artifact of the Deathly Hallows. But what else could he expect? He reached for the missing chain around his neck, and a lump formed in his throat. His inheritance was gone. He composed himself and looked around. His eyes had slowly adjusted to the bright light. He was lying in a clearing filled with deciduous trees. The sun was shining, and the snow sparkled in the sunlight. No cloud marred the day.

Nearby, he found the two pieces of the Elder Wand, along with the Resurrection Stone. Harry picked up both and felt a little more secure, although he was still without a functioning wand. He inwardly wished for clothing instead of these cursed objects, but he couldn't have everything.

Harry heard a low growl behind him, followed by the crunch of snow under a heavy weight. Without thinking, he rolled away just in time to avoid being attacked by a large wolf. The wolf turned its attention to him and approached with a menacing growl.

Harry felt a wave of panic wash over him. Acting on instinct, he made a sweeping motion with his left hand and sent the wolf flying several feet away. He was exhausted, but he couldn't afford to sleep. The wolf was coming at him again. Harry grabbed hold of the Elder Wand and waited until the wolf was close enough. It pounced on him, and they both fell to the ground. Harry held onto the wolf's neck to prevent it from tearing him apart. He waved his wand wildly and stabbed the wolf in the right eye. The wolf whimpered as blood gushed from the wound. It fought for its life, but it grew weaker and weaker until it finally collapsed.

Harry pushed the animal off him and wiped its bodily fluids from his face. That's when he noticed a man on a horse approaching him.

"Are you armed, boy?" the man called out cautiously as he rode closer. Harry could now see the man's features. He had a black beard and shoulder-length black hair. He didn't look older than 18, and Harry couldn't make out his face from this distance. Dressed in fur and chain mail, with a sword strapped to the saddle within easy reach, the man appeared very threatening. Harry stared at the man, who was now only a few meters away from him.

Chainmail and skins Harry thought, no one wears chainmail or skins anymore, not even the most backward wizards wore them except for decoration.

"Are you deaf, boy," now shouted the man and Harry shook his head in reply.

"I'm unarmed," Harry then said, and went on to explain, "Unless they count this torn stick." He held the broken wand out to the man.

"Well, isn't that a sight. Old Walder here" Harry didn't think this man was old, but he kept his mouth shut. "-is riding, on one of his daily patrols and finds a skinny little boy. Naked, in a fight with a wolf. Naked in the middle of winter. Naked," he pointed out again, and Harry shivered with cold.

"I was robbed," Harry replied. Possibly the best excuse he could think of.

"Aye, robbed, you say. So, so. Took everything but a thin coat, what cruel robbers they met, to leave them so naked in winter. Would have been more merciful if they had just killed you than left you here in the cold." Harry noticed a strange concept in what was said. A winter?

"I had to beg for this coat," Harry agreed. The bearded man looked first at the wolf, then at his wand, and finally at the Resurrection Stone. When his eyes fell on the stone, he straightened in his saddle and narrowed his eyes.

"Give me the stone, you won't be needing it anymore. Harry shifted his weight and took a defensive stance toward the man, whom he eyed critically.

"This stone is of no use to you. You can sell it, but it is cursed. You could get a decent price. Sure, but they'll never know how cheaply you really sold it and what the consequences are," Harry replied firmly to the man's demand.

"Oh really? But I'll still have more if I sell him than before, or isn't it true? It seems I have little to lose and this curse is just humbug."

"Except your life, you'll lose that for sure," Harry replied with more confidence than he had in his body. Harry had learned over the last few months that wands were only necessary for fine and difficult spells. The wand had become a crutch in recent centuries for those not powerful or willing enough to learn magic without focus. It was possible to cast spells without focus, but difficult. Harry himself had a lot of trouble finding the knowledge he needed to use wandless magic in the beginning, because the Ministry had banned those books. It was hard to learn wandless magic, he himself could only do the simplest spells and only one would help him in this situation. On the other hand, he still preferred to have a wand. Many types of magic were very difficult to learn without a wand, if not impossible.

"So be it then." The man spurred his horse forward, with the purpose of simply trampling Harry down. The horse was slow in the snow, but it was slowly gaining speed. Harry spread both his arms and now as the man raised his sword, Harry clapped his hands. A loud pop could be heard as the air between Harry's hands spread explosively toward the man. The horse reared at the bang and then was stopped by the air. The man fell out of his saddle and the horse ran away. Harry cautiously approached the man. His body still badly drained from the magic he had used. This spell, invented centuries ago by one of his ancestors to neutralize a hail of arrows, had once again saved his life. It was a simple if power-sapping wandless spell, crude but effective.

The man lay gasping on the ground, moving just a little. It appeared the man had landed on a rock and broken his spine, perhaps even several ribs if his breathing was anything to go by. Quickly Harry grabbed the man's sword and moved out of reach of the man's hands.

"It seems like they were right, boy. I have no feeling in my legs anymore and it's winter. I'm not going to make it.", the man coughed hard and blood spurted from his mouth. It appeared that a rib had punctured his lung. Harry walked over and picked up his stone, quickly walking away. "I should have known better. A naked boy in the dead of winter? Of course it's a demon, wandering naked like that in winter."

"I'm not a demon, I'm just a man who can do things they can't. I was born with that gift." Harry approached the man, sword firmly in hand. "It seems they now have a choice as to what happens next. Say. If I could save them, what would they do?"

"You can save me?" the man asked incredulously, but no hope was in his voice.

"Yes, I could try it. I've done something similar before, but the injuries there weren't quite as bad as theirs. But without my attempt they will surely die, that's for sure anyway." It was getting colder and Harry had to snuggle even tighter into his coat to keep from freezing to death. He could try to cast a warming spell on himself, but he didn't dare, as he had never been able to perform one without a wand.

"If they save me, then I will be their man. I will not become their slave, but I will help you until I have worked off my debt," the man sounded very sincere and Harry decided to believe him.

"Very well then ... Walder did that? Let's start this now.", Harry took the Resurrection Stone in his right and held his hand directly over Walder's chest. He closed his eyes and focused on his magic core. Slowly, he drew some magic from his core, directed it down his arm into his right hand, and then carefully into the stone. The stone did not seem to repel his magic and slowly Harry tested it. It worked as he had hoped it would. He was able to use the stone as a focus for his magic, although it was very unwieldy. Gently, he let his magic flow into the man's body. First he focused his attention on the man's chest, then his spine.

As he suspected, a rib had bored into the left lung. Since this injury was the most dangerous, he repaired it first. At first it wouldn't work, but slowly he regained his dexterity and one injury after another was repaired.

When everything was finished, Harry sank back into the snow and had to rest for a moment. First the fight with Voldemort, then the attack by the wolf, and now this experimental healing. Although he was very powerful, even his magic core had its limits and could not be drained. Walder sat up and turned his body. Everything seemed to be working and he was also breathing normally again.

"You saved me," he whispered softly, looking at Harry in shock.

"It's like I said. The stone is much better off in my hands. You would have sold it far too cheaply," Harry replied, turning the stone thoughtfully in his hands.

"So, if you're not a demon, what are you? A nymph? An Avatar of the Seven?" the man asked, but Harry could do nothing with the drivel.

"A human like I said, except I have a few gifts. Look, if they don't want to stay, just give me clothes and food as payment and point me in the direction of the nearest town," Harry said slowly annoyed with the superstitious man. He suspected that the man was a muggle and had still had a very strictly guarded life.

"No, no, I will settle my debt that I received under the eyes of the Seven. This is not something that can be settled so easily. Besides, they can do things that are beneficial to me." The man grinned at Harry, who was amazed by the man's dental health. Walter then walked to his horse, which had stolen away during the fight. "First things first. You'll want something to wear in this weather." Harry was inclined to agree and followed the man cautiously. "What do they really want?" the man inquired again.

"I think I need to find out where I am first, and then I can try to find a way home." Walder's horse spooked as they approached, but Walder was able to quickly bring the horse back under his control by pulling firmly on the bridle and stroking the horse's flank.

"Yes, I can be of assistance to you. I have some maps with me that I can use to find my way around the patrol. Old Qohery's firstborn was killed by some bandits a week ago, and now he's paying us to find these bastards here in the middle of winter and bring them to justice. Bloody winter, taking far too long for my liking already." Harry didn't know what was so special about Winter, but he held his tongue.

"This is the last area of the forest I should search. You haven't seen any thieves, have you?" Harry shook his head quickly. "Well, it doesn't matter, I'm still getting paid." Walder pulled some clothes out of the saddlebags and tossed them to Harry. They were too big and were nothing more than rags, but Harry unceremoniously cast a warming spell on them with the stone and put them on. Shortly after, Walder returned with several maps and handed them to Harry.

The first showed a large lake surrounded by a large forest. Nearby were two small villages that Harry had never heard of before. Walder pointed to a spot in the forest that was probably the location where they were currently. The area was called the Riverlands and seemed to be in the middle of the continent. Harry then consulted some other maps and was confronted with a land mass he didn't recognize.

"What year is it?" he inquired, looking spellbound at the mysterious cards.

"Ninety, why?", Harry shook his head and just looked at the map. The Elder Wand had brought him to this place. Far away from home. There was no continent like this on Earth. Here he was, without food, money or wand. In a new world he did not know. He had the Deathly Hallows, but they helped him little in such a bleak world. One bright spot remained for him. The people here seemed to speak English. Problems of understanding were thus nonexistent for him. He sat there, pondering for some time, Walder watching him quietly, and Harry then came to a conclusion he did not expect. With Voldemort defeated and most of his family dead, he didn't have much to look forward to on Earth at all.

Here he could only be Harry. No one knew him. It didn't matter what he did or didn't do. Here he was free of all responsibilities. Free to choose what he wanted, and maybe there were advantages to living in a world where there was no magic. Harry smiled for the first time in a long time.

"Walder, I think I'm going to like it here." Harry then looked steadily at the man searching for him. "Is it just Walder? No last name?"

"What do I look like, boy? Like a no-good gentleman with a nice fancy castle and country legs?" Harry suspected he still had a lot to learn about his new life. "What's your name, boy."

"Harry." He glanced at the stone in his hand and decided that perhaps Potter right for this world was not. "Harry Peverell."

"Never heard of a Peverell in my life." Walder seemed to think on it for a moment. "No, never heard of 'nem."

"We were a small family up north. Don't think there's any mention of us in a book. We fell on hard times and then all was lost in a big attack." Harry did his best, sounding sad about his self-concocted family history. "We tried to hide because we ... have special abilities. But people eventually betrayed us."

"Yes" Walder nodded in agreement. "People do. So you have a family motto?" Harry paused for a moment, trying to understand what Walter meant. As he did so, he looked as sad as possible to mask his confusion at the question. But then it became clear to him what Walter meant.

"We are death." Then Harry drew the symbol for the Deathly Hallows in the snow, a circle with a triangle bisected by a line.

"Sounds about right for a family of the North." Walder then stood up and turned to his horse. "Well little naked gentleman, we'd be best off leaving. It will be dark soon and even with their talents I have no desire to be here when it starts snowing." Harry agreed and they both mounted the horse.

Thus it came to pass that the Peverell family was reborn. They would shake the continents and change the Game of Thrones forever.

I updated this chapter on 05/07/2023.