Chapter Four

"Are you ok?" Harry asked when Maegor walked into his rooms hours later.

"I am, I just needed time to think over a few things," Maegor shook his head before his eyes narrowed on the red, puffy skin around Harry's eye, remembering the slap that he had heard.

"Alyssa and I had a conversation that she didn't like," Harry explained.

Maegor had not been sure that Harry would tell him, or tell him the truth of the conversation, that doubt that lingered in the back of his mind always there, but once again Harry eased those fears without prompting, or knowing that he was doing it.

"I heard it," Maegor frowned, cupping Harry's cheek.

"You did?" Harry blanched.

"Do you think that I am upset with you?" Maegor asked.

"Some of the things that I said were things that you do not like to be spoken about, and where the conversation took place," Harry said and then grimaced. "I was not gentle with how I said some of the things I said either, I wanted to be harsh to shock her, had I known you could hear…"

Maegor cupped Harry's face and pulled him in for a kiss, keeping it gentle and careful.

"You see me in a way so many others don't. Yes, it hurts a little hearing it, how sounds out loud, but they are hurts that already exist. It sounds silly, but knowing that you understand, eases that pain a little more, even mother struggles to understand sometimes," Maegor explained.

"It doesn't sound silly," Harry shook his head, wrapping his arms around Maegor's thick waist, not quite able to close his arms around him.

"My son, everyone thinks that I don't care about him, that I didn't care what happened to him. They don't seem to think that I was excited to meet him, to have a child," Maegor frowned a little, combing his fingers through Harry's hair as he thought. "No one seems to understand that I want to be a father to have a child, not to have an heir,"

"I understand," Harry smiled cupping his face. Maegor chuckled and leaned down to rest their foreheads together, holding Harry closely.

"I think you understand me better than I understand myself sometimes," Maegor said, and then closed his eyes as he admitted, "after everything with…with Tyanna, I have this voice in my head that sees the worst in everything, that sees the darkness in all actions, sometimes that voice says that you are too good to be true,"

"But?" Harry asked.

"But, I think maybe you are a balm that has been gifted to me, by the gods, by fate, whoever, for what I have had to go through," Maegor opened his purple eyes and looked intently at Harry. His husband could only kiss him, as though sealing a promise between them.

Alyssa did not come to see them off, however, Viserys, Jaehaerys and Alysanne all were standing there when they left the Keep. Harry smiled at them as he made his way over.

"We want to come to Court," Viserys said as soon as they were close.

"That has to be agreed by your mother," Harry said gently.

"She is going to say no," Jaehaerys shook his head.

"I want to attend your school!" Alysanne said firmly.

"Maegor and I were talking about that, we are going to send one of the teachers here to you while your mother thinks over things. We do not trust the Maesters, and we are concerned about them being here on the island, and so close to the Dragons and the eggs," Harry told them softly.

"The Maesters here, they do not dare tell us that we the Targaryens are wrong, but they infer it," Jaehaerys frowned.

"Jaehaerys and Alysanne wish to wed when they are old enough, they love each other," Viserys said to Maegor, who blinked at the bravery of the boy.

"Then that will happen," Maegor nodded.

"Really…you aren't going to…" Alysanne looked to Jaehaeyrs shocked.

"I know what it is now for your heart to long for someone, your marriage makes sense, and if it is what you want, then there is no reason it should not be so," Maegor said firmly, and Harry's heart fluttered in his chest, trying to fight down a bright, happy smile, and failing.

"Thank you," Jaehaerys took Alysanne's hand tightly in his relief, washing over his features.

"I will have the paperwork drawn up, and in a year when Alysanne is old enough you will wed, hopefully in King's Landing," Maegor inclined his head. "The Maesters will be removed from the Island within the month, and I will prepare things for you in King's Landing, hopefully proving to your mother that I am serious,"

"We will speak to her also," Alyssane hesitated a second before she dodged forward and wrapped her arms around Maegor. "Thank you, Uncle,"

Harry smiled softly at the expression on Maegor's face as he carefully hugged the young girl while her brother's gawped a little at her daring.

"We will see you soon," Harry smiled at them all before following Maegor to Balerion. He was a little more graceful climbing onto the dragon this time, and when he settled against Maegor in the saddle he was already beaming at the idea of flying again.

As they took to the air he waved down at the children watching him until they were too small to see, and then he turned to find Maegor already watching him.

"Lightning Isle, " Maegor intoned.

"Lightning Isle," Harry grinned.

Only an hour later they descended from the sky to the Lightning Keep where a group had hastily gathered, clearly hearing Balerion's approach. Harry could see a flash of red hair the closer they got indicating his mother amongst the crowd, and as they swept downward he was able to make out his father and then to his delight his godfather as well.

"Harry!" James cried out happily waving as Balerion hit the ground with a thump.

"Holy fucking hell of the gods!" Sirius exclaimed, and Maegor choked a little in shock.

"That is Sirius, my Godfather," Harry laughed as Maegor unbuckled them.

"From House Black?" Maegor said shocked, clearly thinking of the rumours of the family.

"Yup!" Harry said cheerfully, before scrambling down the side of Balerion and hurrying over to his family. James, Lily and Sirius all captured him in a tight hug between them, squeezing him tightly.

"Your Majesty," James bowed when they parted and watched Maegor approaching him.

"Call me Maegor, you are Harrison's family," Maegor shook his head.

"And yours through him," Lily smiled that same smile Harry had, though he was biassed he did think that Harry's was more powerful.

"Thank you for coming to visit," James nodded.

"You get to fly on the Black Dread!" Sirius exclaimed, clearly unable to wait any longer, making Harry laugh.

"I did, it was utterly amazing!" He laughed brightly.

"You look so happy," James cupped his face.

"I am," Harry said honestly.

"You always were a weird child, I blame James for dropping you when you were a baby," Sirius snorted.

"Sirius!" Lily spluttered while Maegor tensed.

"What! He enjoys politics and all those games and shit!" Sirius grimaced.

"You're just jealous that I am actually good at it," Harry grinned.

"Wounded!" Sirius declared loudly, clutching his side dramatically, "only here five minutes and I am already mortally wounded!"

"You'll live," Harry and James said dryly before laughing with each other.

"You get somewhere used to them Sire…sorry Maegor," Lily said, "it is lovely to get to meet you properly,"

"I am sorry I could not spend time with you after the wedding," Maegor said.

"It is ok, we understand you were busy with the politics of it all, Harry was as well. It is nice to get to see you now," Lily shook her head.

"This is a pleasant surprise though," James nodded as Harry stepped beside Maegor and took his hand.

"It is not often a chance like this comes, I thought we could take it for a visit, my mother is ruling in our stead," Maegor explained.

"We are glad that you got the chance," Lily smiled at them.

"There is a storm coming, Balerion should enjoy it," Harry glanced at the sky.

"We have a shelter built for him, it isn't completed yet, but it is finished enough that it should be comfortable for him," James motioned to the side.

"We only gave you a few days' notice of us arriving," Maegor frowned.

"We have been having it built since we left for the wedding," Lily shook her head. "If you could take a moment to have a look over it to give us any recommendations to make it better it would be greatly appreciated," she added.

"Since the wedding?" Maegor asked, confused as Harry pulled him toward the gates of the Keep while Balerion headed off towards the Dragon shelter.

"For Balerion and Vhagar should you ever be visiting here, or need to stop off here for whatever reason, and god's giving, our grandchildren will be Dragon riders. It is only right that there is something here for the Dragons to make sure that they're comfortable," James nodded excitedly.

"I can see where Harrison gets this thoughtfulness from," Maegor said quietly, but his mother and father in law, and his husband's godfather all smiled brightly at him.

Their meal was a little more of a noisy affair than Maegor was used to, Harry was excitedly telling his family all about the things that he had been up to, excitedly discussing the schools with Lily who was excited about the venture, eagerly going over the plans that Harry had in place, making her own smart suggestions to her son's ideas.

James and Sirius were clearly excited to have Harry home and they were chattering excitedly to each other and to Harry, and to Maegor's bemusement to him, seemingly not deterred by his short response, instead they took them in their stride in much the same way Harry did, and they were telling him stories from when Harry was a child.

"Who is that?" Maegor asked while Harry was distracted talking to Lily, motioning discreetly at one of the Lords sitting at one of the tables in the hall, he had been staring up at the high table, and more importantly Harry for most of the meal.

"Riddle, he asked us for Harry's hand in marriage several times. He was too interested in Harry and his gifts," Sirius narrowed his eyes at the man who wasn't even aware of it as he watched Harry.

"We could never prove that he was inappropriate with Harry, or he would not be here," James gritted his teeth.

"Hmm," Maegor looked over at the pale man.

"Maegor?" Harry asked, catching his attention.

"Nothing," Maegor turned to him, raising his hand to his lips, allowing himself the public affection he would not normally, aware of those almost red eyes on them. Harry looked at him concerned, but whatever he found on his face made him relax.

Maegor lashed out and the blade that he had in his hand knocked the sword to the side, easily deflecting the weapon, in one move he rolled to the side and his palm automatically found the hilt of Blackfyre, the blade settling into his hand like it was another limb. He deflected the next two blows with ease, the third Blackfyre cut right through the blade as though it were butter, cutting it in half.

He snarled into the darkness of the room and took out the last two would be assassins with one heavy swing of Blackfyre, and then the last man froze at the tip of Maegor's blade.

"Lord Malfoy, yes?" Maegor sneered.

"Y…yes," the man stammered.

"Wonderful, you're going to tell me why you are here," Maegor growled.

James Potter, who looked utterly furious despite standing there in his nightshirt and slippers, and Sirius, who looked utterly deadly, no sign of the lighthearted man that Maegor had met earlier, instead he seemed rabid in his anger as he stormed away.

Maegor left the details in his hands before turning to make his way through the unfamiliar Keep to where James had indicated Harry would be. His heart had stopped when he found Harry's rooms empty, but James, Lily and Sirius had reassured him that Harry was safe when they had exited their rooms to find him creating hell and seemingly ready to rip the Keep apart looking for the younger man.

Maegor raced through the Keep, uncaring of who might see him as he made his way in the direction that had been indicated to him, thankfully not too complicated for he did not think that his mind would have been able to really take anything but simple directions at that moment, a fear he had truly never known before washing through him.

He burst through a door and found himself on the roof of one of the Keep towers, his eyes quickly locked onto the man that he was looking for and the panic that had been going through his body eased a little at the sight of Harry standing there, absolutely fine.

Once the panic that he had been feeling eased away from his body, and his heart stopped thundering in his chest, he was able to actually take in the sight in front of him, and once he did a different feeling washed through his body as he stared at Harry.

There was a storm washing around the Keep, a rainless one at the moment, as Harry had described to him one evening when he had told him about where he had grown up. Lightning flashes were washing around the Keep in multiple flashes, rumbles of thunder rolling overhead.

Maegor's eyes were locked onto Harry looking as though he was standing in the midst of the storm, he was wearing only a thin black nightshirt and a red robe, the Targaryen colours making something fire through Maegor. The wind had captured the robe and was whipping it around Harry, blowing through it, every now and then hiding him from view, before whipping around again to reveal him to Maegor's purple eyes.

The lightning flashed around Harry lighting up his pale skin, letting Maegor see flashes of his green eyes, and his long black hair whipped around his face, and he was staring up at Balerion who was dancing through the air, snapping around on the wind that was blowing over the area, spinning and dropping and playing in the storm, clearly enjoying it as though he was a young Dragon again.

"Maegor?" Harry turned around as the other walked towards him, the movement catching his eyes. "What happened?" he asked, concerned turning fully when he caught the expression on Maegor's face.

Maegor kept walking towards Harry, easily lifting him from his feet, wrapping one arm under Harry's thighs and the other around his waist as he pressed Harry back against the wall and slammed their lips together. Harry groaned into his mouth, his hands scrambling to grip Maegor before settling onto his shoulders, gripping tightly onto his shirt.

He kissed back enthusiastically, clinging onto Maegor, and when Maegor gripped his thighs and parted them, slotting himself between them, the sound Harry made out was utterly sinful to his ears, a sound that he longed to hear again and again and again.

The air crackled around them with the electricity of the storm as Balerion roared over their heads, and Maegor kissed Harry deeper, holding him close as Harry buried his fingers into his blond hair and tugged demandingly on it.

"Maegor," Harry groaned, tilting his head back and panting as Maegor's mouth descended on his throat. "Are you ok?" He managed to ask.

"Yes," Maegor growled. "I love you,"

"I love you too," Harry laughed happily into the night sky before cupping his face and pulling him in for another kiss.

Maegor gripped Harry's nightshirt and yanked it up, bunching the material under Harry's arms as he reached down and snapped the ties on his sleep trousers, yanking them clear so that his hard erection could spring free from its confinement. Harry wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed him throughout, demanding more and more from him, whining into the kiss when he realised what Maegor was doing.

"Harrison," Maegor growled against Harry's perfect mouth when the younger man bit his bottom lip and tugged it a little.

"Maegor, please," Harry groaned, tilting his head back just as rain started to pour down onto them.

"Can I?" Maegor panted before kissing over Harry's face.

"Yes! Please!"

"We can…we can go inside, to a bed," Maegor frowned, realising where they were.

"No, here!" Harry shook his head, his legs tightened around Maegor's waist. "I want our first time to be right here, like this,"

"Are you sure?" Maegor asked even though he wanted nothing more than to make love to Harry like this.

"No, this, this is perfect," Harry shook his head. Maegor reached up and brushed Harry's now soaked hair off of his face and stared into those stunning green eyes that seemed to be crackling with the electricity around them, burning with the fire that went through Maegor's veins.

"You're perfect," Maegor growled out before claiming Harry's lips around, kissing him deeply, thrusting a little against Harry which only seemed to drive Harry even higher in the desire that was now burning between them.

Maegor shifted his grip between them, reaching for Harry's entrance when he realised that there was something that they were lacking.

"Lube," Maegor grunted.

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"We need to go in then," Maegor groaned, thinking about trying to make the walk back to one of their rooms when he was harder than he had ever been in his life.

"Why?" Harry frowned, whining and clinging onto Maegor when he tried to pull away.

"Lube," Maegor grunted.

"I'm confused!" Harry groaned, pulling back to look at him.

"We need lube!" Maegor said, wondering with a small amount of panic about how innocent Harry was. Harry blinked at him, and then laughed brightly. It was that laugh that Maegor loved, and then he was even more confused when Harry took his hand and slipped it between them. Maegor was confused until Harry pressed one of his fingers to his entrance and then slipped it inside. He went to protest and pull away, aware of how large his fingers were, when he realised what he was feeling.

"It is part of the reason why we know that I am a carrier," Harry said as Maegor watched his eyes flutter shut in pleasure when the blond pressed his finger deeper.

"Perfect." Maegor reiterated before pressing another finger inside of Harry, drinking in the expression on his face.

"Maegor," Harry groaned, throwing his head back as he ground down onto the fingers inside of him when Maegor's free hand wrapped around his erection and pumped him. Maegor thought that it wasn't possible for him to get any harder, but apparently that hadn't been true.

"Harry," Maegor stretched Harry carefully despite his desperation to be inside of the hot, tight heat of his husband, kissing him desperately in between the moans and groans that Harry was letting out as the young man clung tightly to his shoulders.

"Please Maegor, please, I need you inside of me, I can't wait any longer!" Harry partially begged but mostly demanded.

Maegor was unable to deny Harry anything on a good day,and he definitely wasn't going to be able to resist right now. He slicked himself up and then moved to press himself to Harry's entrance. Wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and thigh again he pressed inside of him.

The two of them groaned together as Maegor slipped inside of him, and above their heads Balerion roared into the storm. While the lightning carried on flashing around them. When Maegor was fully buried inside of Harry he rested their foreheads together as he waited for Harry to adjust around him, staring into those stunning green eyes.

"I love you," He said again.

"I love you too," Harry smiled incredibly happily, burying his fingers into Maegor's hair and holding him close. He kissed him sweetly, brushing his fingers over Maegor's face, which felt so opposite to what they were doing, but so right at the same time. "Move," Harry breathed against his lips.

Maegor started thrusting inside of Harry, holding him close as he moved inside of Harry's body, quickly realising that he was going to be addicted to this, feeling as though he was at home. They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm as the storm carried on over their heads, allowing Maegor to drink in every expression on Harry's face, memorising it all as he watched hungrily when Harry smiled over the edge, his head tilting back as he cried into the night.

Maegor spilt inside of Harry, growling out loud into the night air before dropping his forehead into Harry's shoulder, panting into the wet skin of his husband's throat as the after pleasure seemed to be echoing through his body.

He hummed when Harry wrapped his arms around his head and started combing his fingers through his hair until finally Maegor's knees stopped trembling and he was able to step back. He groaned in complaint when he pulled out, but he quickly settled Harry's nightshirt about him again and then tucked himself away.

"Maegor!" Harry laughed when he was swept off of his feet, Maegor picking him up and carrying him inside with one last look at Balerion dancing in the storm before he stepped inside of the Keep. He walked quickly through the corridors, the few guards that were in the corridors that Maegor may or may not have passed on his way to Harry turning their eyes away.

Maegor stepped into his rooms as they were first, and set Harry down in front of the fire, throwing as good few logs onto the fire to get it roaring again, though he paused and turned at the plop sound that suddenly broke through the room and found Harry had stripped himself out of his soaked nightshirt and had thrown it towards the door, and was now standing completely naked in front of him.

It was only Harry shivering as he pushed his wet hair out of his face that had him throwing more logs on the fire before he grabbed the blanket from his bed and threw it around Harry.

"Maegor?" Harry said softly.

"Yes," Maegor smiled gently at him.

"Why is there blood on the floor of your room?" Harry scrunched his nose looking down at his feet.

"Oh," Maegor looked down as well and grunted when he realised that as well as removing the bodies the Keep's servants had tried to clean up, but there was some blood still on the floor.

"Oh?" Harry looked up at him and then reached out and grabbed Maegor's shirt, yanking it over his head.

"What are you doing?" Maegor asked when Harry's hands stroked over his chest and then hurried around him and checked down his back.

"Making sure you aren't hurt!" Harry said frantically.

"I am not hurt, I killed them," Maegor caught Harry's arm and pulled him back in front of him.

"What happened?" Harry asked worriedly.

"I was attacked by a few men," Maegor said.

"Why did they attack you?" Harry asked concerned.

"Most would assume that it is because it is me," Maegor snorted and then laughed at the look Harry gave him.

He yanked down his trousers with a grimace at the feeling of the wet fabric clinging to him, he threw them towards Harry's shirt and turned to find Harry blushing as he stared at him, or more accurately his cock.

"Harry?" Maegor said and Harry's green eyes snapped back up to his face, that blush getting even darker.

"What happened?" Harry asked, pulling the blanket closer around himself as he started shivering a little more.

"Hang on," Maegor turned and grabbed one of his shirts, pulling it over Harry's head and helping him into it before he urged him over to the bed.

"Maegor!" Harry protested.

"A few moments," Maegor shook his head throwing back the rest of the blankets on the bed and urging Harry underneath the covers, he climbed in with him and he pulled Harry against him while tugging the covers over them. Once they were tucked under the covers and he had Harry tucked close he brushed his wet hair away from his face.

"What happened?"

"Tom Riddle's men tried to kill me," Maegor said.

"What?" Harry tried to sit up.

"It is ok," Maegor shook his head.

"No it isn't, he…" Harry cut himself off, his eyes wide as he stared at Maegor, panic crossing his face.

"He wanted you," Maegor said for him. "Did he hurt you?" he asked dangerously.

"I…" Harry started to deny it and then stopped, he looked down at the bed and then looked back up at Maegor, his green eyes a little too wide with fear for Maegor's liking. "Yes,"

"I am sorry," Maegor said, fighting down the urge to rip Tom Riddle to shreds.

"He…he tried a few times to force himself on me, he grabbed me and he threatened me with a knife once," Harry admitted.

"I will kill him," Maegor promised.

Harry moved into Maegor's arms and pressed himself into his bare chest, holding tightly onto him.

"I can't believe that he tried to kill you, I knew he was obsessed but…" Harry shook his head. "I am so sorry, you came to my home and were nearly killed,"

"The idea of seeing our homes didn't work out smoothly for either place," Maegor laughed. "You got ambushed by my family and I got ambushed by a dick,"

"Maegor," Harry protested.

"This isn't on you," Maegor shook his head, tilting Harry's face up to him with his thumb. "This man is the one that is in the wrong, and he won't live past tomorrow to pose a threat to you,"

"I am not worried about the threat to me!" Harry exclaimed.

"I don't care about the attack on me, I care about the fact that he has hurt you and that he made you feel so unsafe," Maegor snorted.

"Maegor," Harry shook his head.

"I love you," Maegor said, leaning down to gently kiss Harry.

"I love you too," Harry smiled a little.

"That is all that matters. This will be dealt with, and the man and his followers will be done with. If anything he did me a favour by giving me a legal reason to kill him, not that it would have made a difference in the end," Maegor shrugged.

"You were attacked though," Harry said, still looking too frightened and stressed for Maegor's liking.

"It will take a lot more than some half-organised idiots to kill me," Maegor snorted.

"I…" Harry started to say but was cut off by Maegor pressing their lips together.

"I am glad that they attacked me, the thought of that man out there who has hurt you, who wants to hurt you kills me. I am glad that he has done this because it gives me a good reason to kill him and all of his followers, and to get them out of your life, and to stop them being a threat to you," Maegor rolled on top of Harry, pressing him down onto the mattress, leaning down to kiss him again.

"Maegor," Harry reached up when they parted who knew how long later, combing his fingers through Maegor's blond hair, watching purple eyes flutter shut before opening to meet him again.

"I am here," Maegor smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Harry's cheek, and then his jaw, and then his nose, and then his lips again.

Harry groaned softly and shifted a little, wiggling a little under Maegor so that he could part his legs and draw Maegor between them again, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist as he threw his arms around his shoulders.

"Am I…can I…you're not sore?" Maegor stammered a little bit.

"Please," Harry hummed, thrusting his hips a little.

"Are you sure, I wasn't gentle," Maegor frowned.

"Maegor, I want you, please," Harry smiled, pulling his husband down for another, deeper kiss. He groaned loudly into the darkness of the room when the head of Maegor's erection pressed against his entrance and then slipped inside of him, joining them once again.

Harry swept down the stairs, looking every inch the King Consort that he was, even his parents blinked at seeing him, realising that they were truly seeing him in his element. When they had last seen him in King's Landing he was newly married, and only just finding his way as Maegor's husband, as King Consort.

Now they realised that he had found his feet, and he was certain in his position. He had a simple golden circlet resting on his head, the gold standing out in his dark hair, and a simple ruby resting perfectly in the centre of his temple.

He was wearing black robes with a red shirt underneath it, and black trousers, there were lightning bolts sewn in a light golden thread scattered over his black robes. Around his throat sat a red silk choker with a pendant in black metal forming the three-headed dragon Targaryen sigil.

Maegor was dressed nearly identically with the conqueror's black and ruby crown sitting on his head, and instead of lightning bolts, he had light red three-headed dragons embroidered on his robes.

Standing next to each other they contrasted and complemented each other, creating an imposing image between the two of them. Harry stopped beside Maegor and the two of them looked down at the fifteen men and women who had been rounded up during the night by the Potter guards. Kneeling at the centre of them was Thomas Riddle, who was glowering at Maegor with truly hate filled eyes, only to find amused purple eyes staring back at him.

Maegor clearly found him as anything but threatening.

"You are before us for treason," Maegor called out, and the crown that had gathered of the nobles in the area, all of them clearly excited to get to witness the drama after hurrying here only expecting to get to see Harry and Maegor at a couple of meals, and instead they got this.

"We didn…"

"SILENCE!" Maegor roared, and everyone took a step back in shock.

"I don't care what you say, you can't…" Lord McNair got to about that far when he found himself devoid of his head, Maegor resting Blackfyre blade down into the floor.

"You are before us for treason, not only for plotting the death of the King, but plotting harm to my King Consort, and for previous harm attempted to his person" Maegor said as though nothing had happened. "There will be no trial, you are sentenced to death,"

"What you can't…"

"We have undoubted evidence about your guilt!" James snorted from where he, Lily and Sirius were standing to the side.

"You were all moronic enough to write everything down!" Sirius shook his head.

"Guys," Harry coughed, looking up to see Maegor looking amused. Admittedly it probably did not look like that to anyone else, but he could see it in his eyes and face.

"Not to mention the monologuing," Lily muttered.

"Ah yes, I do believe that you decided to announce all of your plans to the guards that were sent to arrest you and Lord Black," Maegor snorted.

"I…" The others around Riddle glanced at each other panicked.

"Not to mention the tattoos," Maegor added. "The decision is already made, you will be executed immediately, you are being attainted, your families can appeal this,"

"No!" One of the men shouted.

"You will be executed by dragon fire,"

"No!"

"This isn't a negotiation," Harry shook his head.

"Balerion!" Maegor called.

Harry felt a sense of satisfaction when all of the guilty parties trembled and looked up at the sound of wing beats, and everyone watched Balerion descending from the clouds.

"This isn't you Harry! You wouldn't allow this!" Tom Riddle looked back down and right at Harry.

"That shows how little you know me. You tried to kill my husband! You tried to kill our King! You deserve nothing less!" Harry sneered at him. He turned a little when Maegor took his hand, linking their fingers together, and despite Balerion descending on them, the crowd muttered amongst themselves at the action.

"Dracarys," Maegor said with deceptive calmness for what was about to come.

Balerion let out a low rumble before the sound of him drawing fire reached their ears, and he opened his mouth to pour black flames over the men and women kneeling in the area, their chains had been hammered into the stone they were kneeling on to stop them running, and the sound of their shrieking and screams filled the air.

Harry felt a little wrong with how satisfied he felt watching as the flames consumed them, but as he tightened his fingers around Maegor's that feeling passed when he realised that he could have lost his husband because of these people, no matter how talented he was, it was always a possibility.

He tightened his hand around Maegor's and made sure that his face did not move as he watched the people in front of them burning.

Maegor squeezed his hand as the last cries fell silent, and he turned to lead Harry up the stairs and back to the Keep, James, Lily and Sirius following behind not saying anything at all. They swept through the entrance to the Keep, and only once they were in the private rooms did Maegor turn around and cupped Harry's face, his purple eyes shining with concern as they scanned over his face.

Harry smiled at him softly knowing how worried he was about Harry's reaction to what had just happened, to what Maegor had done and the choice he had made. He moved up onto his toes and pressed their lips together, gently reassuring him.

"Put him down!" James huffed.

"Sorry," Maegor turned to Harry's parents and godfather.

"I was talking to him, Sire," James laughed.

"Have some respect," Harry pouted at his father.

"I will respect you, you little brat! You spent far too long with Sirius growing up!" James spluttered.

"And I am so proud!" Sirius clutched his check and fluttered his eyelashes at Harry who started laughing. Maegor let out a deep rumbling chuckle and found Lily beaming at him in response.

Harry finished hugging his parents and Sirius one more time before he turned and moved to Maegor's side where he was waiting near Balerion, his husband took his hand and kissed the back of it, gifting him with one of his gentle smiles - well gentle to Harry's perspective - before looking at Harry's family.

"There are rooms for you at King's Landing whenever you want to come and stay," Maegor rumbled.

"Thank you," Lily smiled, surprised.

"Harrison and I would both enjoy having you there, and I would appreciate your outlook on things," Maegor nodded.

"We will definitely take you up on that," Sirius smiled before scrubbing his face a little with his sleeve. Harry smiled dodging forward and wrapped Sirius in another tight hug.

"I will see you soon in King's Landing," Harry said firmly.

"See you soon," Sirius sniffed, releasing Harry to move back to Maegor's side.

Maegor helped Harry climb up Balerion's back and the two of them settled into his saddle in what had become a sort of familiar position, securing them into the saddle before he took the reins in hand and urged Balerion into moving.

"SO FUCKING AMAZING!" They heard Sirius crying as Balerion gained altitude quickly, making Harry start laughing as he gazed down at the awed and slightly jealous expressions on the faces below as he started waving to them.

"I am not flying your Godfather," Maegor grunted when Harry stopped waving once his family were only little dots below them.

"You really are, he will annoy you into it," Harry laughed, turning to look at Maegor whose eyes were twinkling despite his set face, though he also had a look of concern on his face as well. He kissed Maegor's cheek before turning and resting his head on his husband's broad shoulder so that he could watch the land sweeping underneath them, "let's go home," he sighed happily.

"All back safe and sound," Maegor snorted as he and Harry climbed down from Balerion and Loral and Owen hurried over to them, their eyes scanning over Harry, clearly making sure that he was ok.

"Though not through lack of trying I heard," Visenya said walking over to meet them with her arms crossed.

"They tried and failed," Maegor nodded. "They're all dead now, the morons had written everything down,"

"I believe it was because of Harrison that they attacked?" Visenya scowled, and Maegor met the scowl as Harry jerked a little at the accusation in her tone.

"No it is because of them that they attacked, and their own greed and obsession," Maegor said firmly.

"The threat should have been made clear," Visenya looked a little shocked, but she pushed on.

"And if Harry had thought for even a second that they were going to attack he would have said so. Most sane people would have realised what an idiotic move it was to attack me," Maegor frowned deeper.

"And what is to happen to the Potters' who allowed such an attack to take place in their home, they need to…"

"ENOUGH!" Maegor shouted, visibly stunning Harry, the King's Guard, and more importantly Visenya for raising his voice at his mother. "Nothing more of that type of suggestion will be spoken, the fault lies not with the Potters, and they are family. Harry also came up with a suggestion for the next time we travel to make sure that we take the King's Guard with us, and do not have to wait for them to ride below and catch up," Maegor smirked at his King's Guard who blanched.

"What?" Garlan, Maegor's main King's Guard, asked with dread.

"It won't be graceful, but it will work," Maegor shrugged.

"What is it, Sire?" Loral asked Harry, who was holding tightly onto Maegor's hand.

"A carriage, but with a strap that can be attached to Balerion's saddle hanging from the roof that will be able to carry you," Harry described.

"It makes sense! I would definitely not be comfortable, but it would work," Garlan grimaced.

"Can we practise in it before we are seen doing it? I feel like it may take a few rides to make sure we're not throwing up everywhere when we exit," Owen groaned.

"Oh course, I am having it built soon, and then we will fly a few times," Maegor smirked.

"Maegor! Harrison, you have returned!" Daemon beamed as he swept towards them. "You both look rested!"

"It has been eventful, but restful, it was nice having a break with my husband," Maegor nodded, patting his Hand of the King on the shoulder. Harry smiled and stepped into the hug Daemon opened his arms for.

"Are you both ok?" Daemon asked, a little concerned looking them over.

"All dealt with and done," Maegor nodded.

"Nothing that I need to do? Anyone I need to destroy, I really want to after what I have heard!" Daemon said looking at Harry concerned.

"All done. The families have been attainted, they will be getting in touch to appeal it, I would like you to put your mind to all of evidence that we brought with us to see how involved the families were if you can make it out, and to make sure that no one was missed," Maegor said taking a bag from Balerion's saddle which was stuffed full of paperwork.

"They wrote this much?" Daemon asked incredulously, reaching out to take the bag while staring at it, Maegor passed it over and then reached back to take another bag. "Morons,"

"I will speak to you, privately," Visenya said sharply.

"I will go and get settled up and catch up with my letters," Harry smiled at Maegor.

"I will escort you," Daemon said brightly and stepped up next to him while Loral and Owen stepped behind him.

"I will see you in the living room," Maegor grunted leaning down and kissing Harry firmly before he straightened and walked away, leaving Visenya to follow, clearly not happy,

"They love each other," Daemon said, bringing Harry's concerned gaze to him and finding the Hand watching him understandingly.

"I don't want to…"

"I know, and so does Maegor, and deep down so does Queen Visenya. She loves Maegor deeply, but they are all each other have really had through all the events that have happened, even Maegor's Queens were not close to him in the way that you and he are. She is adjusting to the fact that she is not Maegor's only priority anymore," Daemon linked their arms together as they walked, chuckling when Loral narrowed his eyes on him.

"I just don't want to cause problems for Maegor, he has enough on his shoulders," Harry sighed.

"You have been a balm for Maegor," Daemon shook his head quickly. "I have been Maegor's companion since we were teenagers, and I am as close to a friend as he probably has,"

"He thinks a lot of you," Harry nodded and got a smile in response.

"I remember when Maegor was wed to Cerys, she was older than him, beautiful, she was more experienced, and he thought that this was his chance to have something, his own wife, his own family. I remember how excited he was before and just after the wedding," Daemon pinched his lips together, before he grimaced and looked uncertainly at Harry, "I am sorry I shouldn't be saying this to you,"

"I don't mind, it isn't like I don't know that he was married before," Harry shook his head.

"I watched as he realised that there was going to be no baby, and he realised that the rumours of Cerys being chosen for him because she couldn't carry children were true. He found something of a friendship with her born out of years of marriage, he found companionship with Alys…I will not even speak the other's name. But it is different with you, it has taken time, but you have eased something in him that at this point I did not think could be," Daemon smiled.

"Thank you," Harry looked at his feet before deciding to carry on, "I love him," he said firmly looking up at Daemon, who just smiled brightly back at him as Loral and Owen chuckled.

"I know, everyone who sees the two of you together realise that," Daemon explained.

"Though most people are baffled as to how you can love him," Owen rolled his eyes.

"They don't need to understand," Harry shrugged.

"Quite right," Daemon smiled at him.

"The only person's whose opinion matters is Visenya," Harry sighed looking back over his shoulder as though he would see the two Targaryens.