Visenya Pov -

(Winterfell, 102 AC)

It has been two years since I was born into this world. Two years of torture and humiliation.

One would think that, after going through the entire process of dying and being born again, one would have better control over their body the second time. Nope. It was still the same case.

You know sullying your diapers and crying like a mad person when you are hungry. And don't even talk about my feeding time; at least in my first and second lives they had bottles, not some random ladies. Last but not least, in my first and second lives, I was born into a modern world on earth, but now I am on some medieval world in an alien planet.

Not some random alien world, but the fan-favorite world of 'Game of Thrones' or more like 'The Dance of Dragons' in some alternate universe.

You may be wondering how the heck I know that. Well, for starters, after six months of struggle, I was finally able to gain control over my body and its actions. When I was reborn into this world, I came to a very amazing conclusion: that I still have retained my magic from my past life.

Even though I still have to practice and train a lot to reach the same level as my previous life, it has still helped me in my physical and mental growth. Something I was very grateful for. At least I can see and hear the things clearly and managed to gain control of my limbs to an extent.

When I turned six months old, I noticed a tiny creature same in size as a cat jumping on my cradle and laying beside me. For a moment, I thought that my mind was playing tricks on me, but when the creature nuzzled its snout in my hands, I realized it wasn't a dream.

It was a freaking dragon that had been playing beside me in my cradle. Then I remembered the words that my babysitters repeatedly spoke around me: "Like Winterfell, Lord Stark, Princess, and Targaryen." I honestly wanted to smack my head for being so stupid.

How could I ignore the obvious signs and remain arrogant about my situation? To be honest, the only good thing that happened in this entire ordeal was the fact that, people here speak English. It was a massive relief to know that.

It made my mission of listening to the conversations of my babysitters much easier. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what I would have done in this situation. Like imagine waiting years to learn a new language and start gathering information, it would have driven me insane.

After that, I started to listen to the conversations of my babysitters more frequently. Another two months of spying and trying to walk again, I came to know the entire picture.

My mother was Lyanna Stark, daughter of Lord Cregan Stark and Lady Arra Norrey. During their trip to King's Landing, she somehow became pregnant with the son of Prince Daemon Targaryen (also known as the "Rouge Prince"). Did I mentioned the fact that my uncle is dead and now I am the official heir of the North after my grandfather. Simply beautiful.

As if being born in this time period wasn't enough, now I have to deal with the royal family and all their dramas. As for my father, well he is a great character to read and watch on television but he is definitely not a fantastic personality to meet in person. Like he is the Daemon Targaryen, one of the most dangerous persons in Westeros.

I probably gave a few people heart attacks, with the temper tantrum I threw after learning all this. Why it had to be me again. Didn't I suffer enough already? Why did I have to go through that entire process again in another fantasy world?

After making sure that everyone in Winterfell had heard me crying, I finally calmed down enough to think rationally. In my previous life in the Harry Potter universe, I had promised myself that if I were given another chance, I would use it properly to make things right and save more lives. Perhaps this was my chance to do the right thing. After all, the Dance of the Dragons was one of the bloodiest wars in Westerosi history. Many people had lost their lives to the war and the famine.

That's how I spent the past two years of my life, getting familiar with my new surroundings and my new family, which included my grandfather and a distant uncle. Even though I am completely capable of taking care of myself, the maids of Winterfell wouldn't leave me alone at all. As I have said before, it was torture.

My dragon, Luna has grown quite a lot during this time. Now she is the size of a pony. According to the masters, Luna is growing very fast. Normal two-year-old dragons are only as large as a cat, but not Luna. She is a very beautiful dragon with pure white scales and our bond is growing continuously.

She is my best friend.

I am going to take care of her properly. I remember all the chapters that I have read about the dragons in the library of Hogwarts during the championship, so I am pretty sure that I can raise a very healthy dragon. I was thinking about these things when there was a knock on my door.

"My lady, it's Kara. Your grandfather had summoned you in his solar."

"Ok, let's go."

After taking the hands of Kara, who is also my nanny, I was escorted to the solar of my grandfather. I already know what he is going to talk about. King Jaehaerys has called a grand council to settle the dispute over his succession after the death of crown prince Baelon Targaryen. Since I have proven myself to be quite an intelligent child in past years, my grandfather usually tells me about this matter. According to Master Tom, I am a prodigy after all

But that's not the most important matter right now.

After all this time, the game is finnally about to start.

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