Harry/Viserys

Harry looked up as the door to his bedroom opened, already knowing, hoping and fearing all in one who he would find there.

Viserys was standing in the doorway dressed only in a lavender silk dressing gown that matched his eyes, and though he looked nervous and was flushing attractively, he looked determined as well.

He shut the door behind himself and leant against it, never once losing eye contact with Harry as he did so. The Wizard licked his lips, feeling his heart thundering in his chest and his breath coming a little heavier as he took in the pretty young man in front of him. The young man he had known from a boy.

"I am twice your age," He said roughly, his voice husky and gravelly.

"I am quite aware of that," Viserys seemed to take the break in their silence as courage and took a few steps forward.

"I am...scarred and damaged," Harry shook his head.

"I don't care, I want you as you are," Viserys took another few steps.

"You deserve better," Harry could smell the sweet scent of the perfume Viserys had taken to wearing since their return to King's Landing and victory. It mingled with Viserys natural scent well, but the dragon in his still desire to press himself between those pale, long legs and inhale the pure scent of the other from the most intimate of places.

"There is no one better than you for me," Viserys took a deep breath and allowed the silk dressing gown to slide down his body and pool at his feet.

"I…" embarrassingly Harry found that his mind had quite gone blank when faced with the image he had been trying and failing not to imagine. Viserys was better than anything that he could have imagined. He licked his lips again and reached out to run his thumb over the healed scar on the younger man's abdomen where Robert's King's Guard had gotten a lucky shot in before Harry had managed to get to him.

Well get to him was a bit mild, he had slammed his body through the wall of the throne room to reach Viserys, rather showing his had as to how he felt about him.

"Dany is Queen and settled on the throne, she and Jon are working their way toward something, the land is at peace, and my family have been avenged. I want to do something that is for me now, something that will make me happy, and I think it will make you happy too?" Viserys' uncertainty shone through, and Harry knew that if he rejected him now it would crush Viserys and he would never get this chance again.

With a furious growl, he reached up and snagged that slim, pale wrist and yanked him down onto the bed, pulling a yelp from those rosy lips, lips that he covered with his own swiftly as he blanketed his body over the smaller, thinner one underneath him.

Viserys groaned with delight against Harry's lips, all fear of rejection flying away with the ardour of Harry's kisses, the feeling of his muscled, strong, hot body pressing urgently against his own, the hard, heavy evidence of Harry's desire for him clear with the thin kilt Harry was wearing.

He dug his fingers into the dragon hot skin of Harry's back and wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, tugging the older man down. Harry growled again, making Viserys shiver in excitement and lust, as his erection found the one place that he had longed to be for months now. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting forward, the coil of arousal and need crawling through his belly, overwhelming him now he had finally given into it.

"I don't think I will ever be able to let you go now that I have had a taste of you," Harry warned.

"I don't want you to let me go," Viserys shook his head drawing Harry down again. His lavender eyes stared up at Harry intently. "Harry...please,"

And with that Harry surrendered himself, sinking himself into the pleasure, and giving as much pleasure as he could, with the young man he had fallen in love with over the last year. A year ago he would never have imagined that he would be back here in King's Landing having avenged Rhaegar, and he had the chance of love and a future with this beautiful being writhing underneath him.

It turned out he was dragon after all, and he would definitely hoard his treasure close.

A year before

Harry watched with fond amusement as the homeless children snatched the loaves that he had laid out for them and raced off. He had only been here a month and they still seemed to believe he was going to turn around and beat them for stealing even though he had assured them that the loaves were for them.

Sighing he looked up at the baking sun shining down on him before turning and heading back into his small hut to start his stew for the day. It was the same every place that he went, the children, and the adults, of the town or city not believing that he just wanted to help them. And just as they started to believe him he moved on, but by that time he made sure that they had no need of him anymore and had a good system in place.

He had been moving around in this manner for the last 17 years, ever since...ever since the event that had changed his whole life and lost him his best friend.

Scowling to himself he wrapped his tatty robe closer around himself and moved to start making enough stew to feed the hungry in the area around him. Determinedly he concentrated on what he was doing rather than thinking about those events, rather than dwelling on them yet again.

What happened had happened, he had allowed his best friend to die. And his best friend's love, wife, children, father, brother and mother. He had failed. And now he would make sure that no one truly relied on him that way again, he drifted from place to place, never staying long enough to make friends, never staying long enough for anyone to rely on him.

He had been in the village for two months and his hut was currently full of women and men of the village, rapidly they had been taking over more and more cooking and making enough food for everyone, and they were getting to the point where he could move on, and they would just carry on without him. Exactly as he wanted.

He was busy cleaning the fruit and vegetables that he had collected that morning and not really paying attention to them chattering and gossiping away. At least not until one word, one name caught his attention.

"...Targaryen yes,"

"Weren't they the rulers of Westeros for a while?"

"Yes, remember they used to ride dragons,"

"The last dragon disappeared around the same time as they did didn't it?"

"That's what I heard,"

"What about the Targaryens?" Harry demanded. The women jumped about 10 feet in the air it seemed and spun around to stare at him wide-eyed. He could not blame them, he barely ever spoke to them, and his tone sounded almost furious as he got fed up with their roundabout gossiping and just wanted to know why they were talking about the Targaryens. "Well?"

"I….I...I...I heard that...that the two surviving Targaryens are...are in Pentos, and that a...a marriage has been arranged for them," One of the women stammered.

"Which two?" Harry demanded.

"What?"

"Which two Targaryens!?" He roared.

"The second son and Daenerys!" One of the women meeped.

"Daenerys?" Harry frowned.

"The baby girl the Queen gave birth to," The other woman nodded.

"I heard the Queen died in...in childbirth,"

"What is this marriage you're talking of?" Harry asked as calmly as he could, which was to say, not very.

"The...the man that took them in...he...he has demanded a...a payment for caring for them...Daenerys is to be m...m...married to Khal Drogo,"

"THE DOTHRAKI?!" Harry thundered.

"Yes!"

"What is the name of the man they are staying with?" He hissed.

"Illyrio Mopatis!"

The women all relaxed as he spun and stormed from the hut, but at the screams of fright that came from outside, they shot to the window in time to see a great black and green dragon taking to the skies with a roar of fury.

The dragon was heading straight in the direction on Pentos.

Viserys frowned as he watched Daenerys getting ready. She was desperately trying to hide the fine tremble to her hands and her lips were pinched together to try and look firm. But this was the little girl that he had brought up, he knew when she was scared, he knew when she was putting on a brave face.

He also knew how damned bull-headed she could be when she set her mind on something.

"Dany," He pleaded, he was going to try anyway.

"This is my decision Viserys," She argued, as he had known she would.

"You don't have to do this we can…" He desperately searched for what they could do.

"What? What can we do," She walked over to him and gripped his arms tightly. "Viserys you are 25 now, Jon Arryn is dead and there is a hole in power in Westeros, it is going to make Robert nervous, especially because we know that Jon Arryn was really the one ruling. They will turn their eyes to you sooner rather than later and send assassins, you need protection! We need protection. We are all that is left of our line, they will want to take us out,"

"I wish you were not so politically savvy," Viserys sighed reaching out to tuck her silver-blonde hair behind her ear as he had done a million times when she was scared. "We will find safety somewhere else, somewhere that isn't demanding such a price," He tried.

"We won't find anywhere like that in time, if at all. Serys, you have protected me a thousand times, you have sacrificed so much for me. Let me do this," Dany pleaded gently.

"I can't! You're too young Dany and they're brutes! I can't sell you like...like...like a broodmare!" Viserys shook his head.

"I have made my choice and agreed," Dany tilted her chin up, defiant and glaring.

"I…"

"They're arriving, you had better hurry up!" Illyrio snapped from the doorway, glaring fiercely at them.

The nice and gentle man who had professed loyalty to their father and house, who had given them shelter and care, clothed them and fed them was gone, in his place was a greedy man who had captured and trapped them with only profit in mind.

Viserys wanted to burn him, he wanted to set a fire to his skin and hear him burn in the manner of his Ancestors with people who crossed their family. He would emulate Maegor the Cruel need be. Except acting against Illyrio would get them thrown out and they would likely be assassinated within a few months as Dany had said. He had them over a barrel and he knew it.

He was shaking with fury as they stepped out onto the steps of Illyrio's home, the Dothraki were already gathered, and he felt sick as he took in the size of the man that had to be Khal Drogo. He was twice the size of his sister!

Just as he opened his mouth to say something Illyrio gripped the back of his neck warningly, squeezing tight enough to be painful, a sensation that had become familiar over the last year, and something that he had took for both himself and Dany in a desperate attempt to protect her.

He was going to speak anyway despite the nails biting into his skin and drawing blood when Dany took his hand and squeezed it gently. She was trying to look as brave as she could but she looked far away and absent, taking herself away from this situation to try and cope with it. He felt sick, and his heart was thundering in his chest.

He didn't care if he was dead within a few months, that would give him time to get Dany somewhere safe, he couldn't let this happen.

He opened his mouth and started speaking, Illyrio dug his nails even deeper into his neck, Dany squeezed his hand even tighter.

And then he heard it.

He heard a sound that he had not heard since his childhood.

With a gasp of hope, his head snapped back so fast it hurt and he stared up into the sky hopefully, praying to any of the damned gods that would listen to him that it was what he thought it was, that it wasn't the madness claiming him that had claimed his father.

"What are you looking at boy? Are you scared of a storm?" Illyrio smirked at him. "It is nothing more than thunder,"

Viserys closed his eyes and ignored everything around him except for that sound and Dany's warm, delicate hand in his own.

"Except it isn't a storm," He opened his lavender eyes and smirked at Illyrio. "And you are about to be very sorry!"

He slashed out with his sword, burying it into the traitor's side before the man could understand what was happening. Dany gasped at his side and the Dothraki swords were all drawn as they looked confused and angered by what was happening.

And then they all heard it clearly. Not the approaching thunder that they had all thought, wing beats. Giant wing beats.

Dany gasped in awe as everyone else screamed in terror when the giant black and green Dragon burst through the clouds with a bellow of anger that could be understood and felt by everyone standing there.

"Harry!" Viserys breathed out stunned. He had not seen the dragon since he was eight years old and Rhaegar had flown away on him to take Lyanna Stark and started the whole roll of events that led them to this moment.

The dragon landed with a dull thud that blasted half the Dothraki off their feet.

"Harry? Rhaegar's Harry?!" Dany gasped.

"Yes...it's him...Harry…" Viserys took a step forward, and then another before he could take a third a large snout full of dangerous teeth was pressing into his stomach and sniffing him as the great dragon let out a soft croon.

Dany was squeezing his hand with a look of concern on her face, but Viserys knew Harry would never hurt him, this was the dragon that had curled around him, placing his wings over him like a tent to sleep safely when Rhaegar took Viserys to him when his father was having a bad night. It was the dragon who had played with him so gently when he was just a boy.

Harry took a deep sniff and let out a furious growl, sucking in deep breaths of air he searched around the area till his eyes landed on Illyrio where he was lying bleeding on the floor of the steps but still very much alive and gawping at the Dragon with horror.

Viserys realised what was happening as Harry blared his blade-like teeth at the man. He had smelt the blood on Viserys and correctly traced it back to Illyrio.

"Harry, take us out of here, please," Viserys was worried what would happen if they lingered too long, mainly that he would wake up and realised that this was just a dream.

Harry grunted and looked at Viserys a little mournfully, as though he were a puppy that had had its treat taken off of it. But he lowered himself to the ground and tilted himself in the way that Viserys remembered.

"I am sorry if we hurt you, I can't remember properly how to do this," Viserys said quickly as he urged Dany around Harry and helped her climb onto his back. In response Harry just huffed and flattened himself even more, holding still as Dany settled into place.

Scrambling on himself he seated himself behind Dany.

"Do you remember the Dragon game we would play when we were little?" Viserys said quickly as Harry rose up, absently snapping at the Dothraki who seemed to be considering a charge but quickly thought again as the head which was the same size as one of their biggest horses weaved in their direction.

"Yes," Dany reached out and gripped onto Harry's spikes as Viserys did the same. It had been a while but he remembered this, he remembered the first time Rhaegar took him for a fly on Harry, seating him carefully in front of him and holding tightly onto him as their mother watched proudly from below.

He was pulled back from his memories as Harry thundered forwards, conveniently smashing up a large part of the front of the garden and as he turned to launch himself into the air his tail demolished an even larger chunk of the house.

Viserys could hear Illyrio's shouts of fury and confusion as he watched the ground get smaller and smaller. And then Harry coughed out an almost lazy fireball and lit everything beneath them in emerald flames that resembled wildfire.

As he looked at the building burning beneath them Viserys could think of nothing but relief and vindictive justice. He hugged his baby sister, the girl he had raised essentially as his daughter closer and absorbed the fact that they had escaped and she had not been sold off as some broodmare. And that for the first time since he was eight and was hurried onto a ship in the dead of night bound for Dragonstone, he felt safe.

They had been flying for quite some time and had covered thousands upon thousands of miles with Harry's great wings beating strongly to carry them as far away from Pentos as he could take them.

Viserys had tried to argue with him that he needed a rest and should land somewhere, but Harry had just grunted and carried on flying. The Targaryen heir was worrying about him, both he and Dany could feel the fine tremble of Harry's muscles under them as his body strained to keep going.

Viserys was about to try shouting at Harry again when the great dragon dipped downward into a clearing in the massive forest that they had been flying over. Dany had been completely awed, and Viserys was saddened to realise that she had never seen trees and forests like this before, she had not seen lush lands that were similar to their homeland. She had grown up in the deserts and heats of Pentos.

Finally, Harry landed in the giant clearing, landing carefully so as not to hurt them, but he dropped quickly onto his belly, panting with exhaustion. Viserys quickly clambered off, and once he had helped Dany down hurried around to Harry's head.

"Are you ok? You should not have flown for so long, you're exhausted!" Viserys scowled as he scolded the Dragon. Harry just blinked at him, there was a sadness to his eyes, and not that Viserys was looking properly he seemed thinner than he remembered.

"Is he ok?" Dany asked nervously stepping around and into sight. Harry's head rolled slightly and he looked at Dany with searching eyes, taking in everything about her that he could, and that was definitely sadness in his eyes. He remembered how excited Harry had been when his mother had announced she was pregnant, he had been so looking forward to another child running around and could not wait to meet the new baby.

"Harry, this is Daenerys, Dany, she's 17 now," Viserys held his hand out to Dany who took it trustingly. He guided it to Harry's nose who tried to draw back but Viserys persisted. "Dany, this is Harry, Rhaegar's best friend, he was really looking forward to meeting you, it has taken a bit longer than expected but we're finally here. Harry, this is the baby you so wanted to meet, are you not going to transform and say hello?"

"He can really transform?" Dany gasped.

Before her brother could respond however Harry shifted back and curled himself into a ball, throwing his wings over himself to make a barrier. Viserys stared at him confused and worried about his strange behaviour, at least until Dany shook his arm.

"Serys, maybe we should leave him to rest? It might be better to talk after he has recovered from that flight. There is a cottage over there, I am presuming that is where he meant for us to go," She said, always the voice of reason and calm to his sometimes admittedly fiery nature. A grunt from Harry was taken as agreement, and the two of them wandered to the beautiful cottage, Viserys shooting concerned looks over his shoulder to the mass of dragon behind them.

"You're still not going to change then?" Harry was awoken to the sound of the strange voice of the boy he had known so well. Except Viserys wasn't a boy anymore, he was a tall, handsome man now. He took more after Rhaella than Aerys, unlike Rhaegar. And he was currently standing in the first light of morning glaring at Harry.

The Dragon shifted and huffed but did nothing else.

"So you're going to ignore me now? It is a little bit difficult to talk to you when you are like this, and I do really very much want to talk to you!" Viserys snapped.

Harry stared at him for a few seconds longer and then before his lavender eyes the dragon melted away and an older version of the man Viserys remembered was sitting in front of him, his head bowed, wearing rags and looking so world-weary that he just wanted to hug him. Before he could Harry spoke.

"You're right, whatever that you want to say to me, you should be able to say to my face. Go on I deserve whatever you want to say,"

"Erm, well I was going to start with thank you, followed by a comment on impeccable timing, then ask how you have been, why you are wearing rags and followed by a request to know what happened to you in the last 17 years. But it seems you're expecting something different,"

"I'm expecting you to be angry," Harry scowled, as though Viserys had gotten lines wrong in a play.

"Why would I be angry?" Viserys frowned back.

"Why would...it was my fault! I wasn't in the right place at any time! I left Lyanna to go to Rhaegar and found him dead, I went to Lyanna and found her dead, I went to King's Landing and found...destruction! And heard that you and the Queen had been taken to Dragonstone, only to get there and find you and the baby gone and the Queen had passed! It was my fault! All of it! I should have done better, I should have…"

Harry words were cut off by a body colliding with his and Viserys burying his face in his neck. He sat there for a few moments with the younger man in his lap hugging him tightly before he wrapped his arms around him and hugged him back.

"I missed you," Viserys whispered in his ear, squeezing him tighter. "And the only thing I am angry about is that you have blamed yourself all this time. Harry, I have never once, in my wildest dreams blamed you for what happened. I blame my father, the Lannisters, Robert fucking Baratheon, even Rhaegar and Lyanna, but not you. Rhaegar made a mess and you were caught up in the short storm it made trying to clean it up. It wasn't your fault,"

"It was, Serys it was, I should have...I could have…"

Viserys pulled back and cupped Harry's face, a face that he had dreamt about since a little boy. Except the Harry he remembered was always smiling and cheerful, a ready laugh on his lips and shining mischievous green eyes. This Harry was haunted by grief, guilt and loneliness.

They had both been cast into exile from their home and family. But Viserys had had Dany with him, to focus on and to keep him company. Harry had had no one but his darkest thoughts and regret.

"Of all your considerable talents that I remember, foresight was not one of them. No one could have predicted what happened. It was all just one big, horrible mess that can be placed on many heads, but not yours,"

"I...I…"

"I am glad to see you," Viserys smiled and leant down to hug Harry again. Harry hesitated once more, but pulled the younger man closer, allowing himself to turn his head and bury his nose into Viserys' shoulder and scent the young man he had not seen since he was a little boy. "I know you have probably been blaming yourself for a long time, and that words won't just take that away, but you're not to blame Harry, and Rhaegar would never have blamed you either, never. He put you in an impossible situation, he put us all in an impossible situation,"

"I need to tell you what really happened Viserys," Harry sighed. "All of it,"

Viserys pulled back and looked at Harry searchingly before nodding and standing, he held his hand out to Harry in offer to help him up, which Harry accepted reluctantly. Viserys towed him into the cottage, absently thinking that he would have to ensure that he sorted some new clothes out for Harry, it wasn't right that he was just wandering around in those awful rags. Really they looked like he had been wearing them since the last time Viserys had seen him!

"I will go and wake Dany, she deserves to hear this as well," Viserys said once they were in the living room.

"You have taken good care of her," Harry managed to smile just a little. "Your mother would be proud,"

"I couldn't do anything else. She was all I had in the world. She is a lot like mother, she is very good and kind, honest. She has the better of the Targaryen aspects," Viserys smiled perching on the edge of the sofa Harry had seated himself on.

"You do too, you have done well with her," Harry reached out and gently pushed Viserys' head forward so that he could see his neck. He scowled and growled lowly when he was the deep crescent cuts in the pale skin there.

"It isn't that bad, he's done worse," Viserys said, and then regretted it straight away when Harry's growl got even louder.

"He's hurt you before?" Harry snarled.

"It wasn't that…"

"Quite badly yes," Dany interrupted walking into the room.

"I should have eaten him," Harry grumbled pressing his hand over the wounds and withdrawing once the cuts had healed.

"Wow, that is amazing," Dany gasped looking at the healed flesh.

"I doubt he would have tasted very nice," Viserys filled the silence as Harry shuffled awkwardly.

"It's nice to meet you," Dany smiled sweetly at Harry. "Serys told me so many stories about you when we were growing up,"

"Dany!" Viserys hissed feeling his face burning.

"You were his hero growing up,"

"Ok! I am going to make breakfast! We can have our talk after it, I will leave you two to get to know each other," Viserys threw his hands up as he stood and hurried to the kitchen speaking over his shoulder as he went.

"Thank you," Dany said softly once they could hear Viserys clanging around in the kitchen. She drew her robe closer around herself and sat down next to Harry, who she was aware was looking incredibly uncertain.

"You have nothing to thank me for," Harry muttered.

"You saved me from a loveless marriage, and from being sold off. You also saved his life. He was about to speak out. If the Dothraki had not killed him for insult Illyrio would have sold him as a pleasure whore," Dany sighed.

"I really should have eaten him," Harry said slightly longingly as a growl rumbled in his chest.

"Do you mind if I ask…" Dany drew off and blushed herself. Harry found himself smiling slightly, she was still a girl.

"Yes?" He asked.

"How do you…" She waved her hands back and forth.

"Turn into a Dragon?" Harry offered.

"Or turn into a human," Dany shrugged.

"Clever girl," Harry chuckled. "But I am human. I am from a different world. I was fighting someone evil back in my world, a magical world, and managed to achieve what is called an animagus form, where you can turn from a human into an animal and back again at will. However, I was betrayed by the people closest to me who panicked at how much power I displayed, only powerful wizards can turn into a magical creature. While I was healing in hospital they attacked me and cursed me away. Rhaegar...Rhaegar found me, I was lying dying in my dragon form in the woods. He looked after me and brought me back from the brink of death. Nearly had a heart attack the first time I turned back into a human being," Harry snorted though Dany could see his mind was a thousand miles away in his memories.

"And you became friends?"

"Best friends didn't think I would trust anyone again after what had happened, but Rhaegar didn't really give me a choice. I owed him my life," Harry looked down at the floor, shame in his eyes.

"It wasn't your fault," Dany rested her hand on his arm.

"You weren't even born then, you don't know what happened," Harry said softly, hollowly.

"No, but I know Viserys doesn't blame you and he has told me everything that he knows. He promised that he wouldn't keep anything from me for my own good once I was old enough to be told the truth. My Father's madness, Rhaegar's actions, what my Father did to the Starks. Even how my conception came about. He never once blamed you, he just said that you tried to do your best in an impossible situation. Plus it is clear how much you loved Rhaegar, I can't believe

That you would have done anything to hurt him or betray him, and so whatever happened was out of your hands and not your fault!" Dany said firmly.

"Thank you," Harry blinked at her, feeling that he had no other option as her lavender eyes pierced him. She may be young, but she was raised in hardship, and she had a spine of steel Harry could see.

"Right breakfast is ready!" Viserys shouted.

"Already?" Harry blinked.

"He's a Mother hen, he would have been up early to put it on," Dany rolled her eyes.

"I heard that, I am not a Mother Hen!" Viserys huffed.

"Yes you are," Dany laughed.

"Not,"

"Are,"

"Not,"

"Are,"

"Not,"

Harry sat down at his table and listened to the siblings bantering with each other, the sound washing over him as he watched Viserys spoon out amazing smelling porridge and dribbling honey into it as Dany took the kettle from the fire and poured them all some tea.

Breakfast was a strange affair for Harry. He had gotten used to being alone, to not really talking to people except to explain growing and cooking things. He had probably already had more conversation this morning that he had for a long time, and to actually be sitting eating breakfast with people, never mind Viserys and Dany, was strange to him.

The siblings chattered away, clearly keeping the conversation light. Dany mainly talked about how green everything was and wanting to take a walk to explore and see what it was like.

"That was lovely, thank you," Harry said pushing his bowl away from himself once he had finished.

"Oh, no problem," Viserys flushed a little.

Harry tilted his head curiously and the younger man stood quickly collecting their bowls.

"Are you ready to talk?" Viserys asked Harry.

"Think it is better to get it over and done with," Harry grimaced.

"Talk?" Dany looked between them.

"I need to tell you both what happened back then, everything, you deserve to know," Harry explained. He led the now silent siblings through to the living room and waved his hand at the fireplace causing it to burst to life as he sat in the armchair, leaving the sofa for the remaining Targaryens.

They sat down close to each other, side by side looking apprehensive, Viserys reaching out to take Dany's hand and give it a comforting squeeze before he nodded at Harry.

"This is going to be a shock to you, how do you want me to phrase it?" Harry asked though he was not sure how capable he was of being gentle with words anymore.

"Just tell us," Dany said firmly after the two of them looked at each other.

"Ok," Harry scrubbed his hand over his face trying to think about how to say this. "Lyanna and Rhaegar were married. Elia knew about it and agreed to it. Rhaegar was certain that he was the Prince that was promised, and he thought that he needed to have three children to represent the three heads of the Dragon on the Targaryen sigil, especially because he had me, the first Dragon to be ridden by a Targaryen for centuries. Elia, however, could not have any more children without risking her life, and Rhaegar refused to do that. They talked about it, and they came to an agreement to take a third into their marriage, someone that they both agreed on. Elia figured out that during the Tourney at Harrenhal that Lyanna had donned armour and fought on behalf of one of the Bannermen of House Stark who had been set upon by some of the Squires of the other Lords. The Knight of the Laughing Weirwood Tree. She and Rhaegar both agreed that she was the one and set about wooing her. Lyanna fell pregnant, and the three of them were worried about what Lord Stark would do, or Baratheon, if they found out, so Rhaegar and I went to get her. She was in the Tower of Joy to give birth to her and Rhaegar's son…"

"Son...you know it was a boy?" Viserys could not help but interrupt.

"I got back to the Tower Rhaegar had asked me to guard in time to see Ned Stark walking out with the babe. Arthur and Gerold were dead. Lyanna had, ironically, died in childbirth. The boy was in severe danger, Baratheon was clearly going to be King, and we both knew he would kill the babe without a second thought. Aegon and Rhaella were dead, Elia was raped and dead. Even though I wanted to kill him, we both agreed there had been too much death with what had happened. Lyanna had told him that she and Rhaegar were in love and wed, and made him promise before she died that he would protect the babe. He asked me how he could do that, and I gave him his only option. Claim the babe was his, a bastard born during the stresses of war and raise him. I cast a spell to turn his hair black and his eyes brown, I wiped the memories of the midwives of what had happened, and I wiped the memories of Stark's bannermen that were with him. And only two people alive knew the secret of where the babe really came from,"

"What...what is or nephew's name?" Viserys asked.

"Lyanna named him Aegon in memory of his brother. Stark was to call him Jon. Jon Snow,"

"The Heir to the throne. A Stark and a Targaryen," Viserys hummed.

"You're the Heir," Harry frowned.

"I have no desire to be a King," Viserys laughed. "It is not suited to me. And he is Rhaegar's only surviving child,"

"It will be null and void soon anyway, no doubt he will be taking the Black soon. I...I checked on him, every now and then. He was the only one of you that I knew where he was. Stark...tolerated my visits as long as I was under disguise. His wife was not happy that he had brought a bastard home and wanted to raise him with her 'true-born' children," Harry scowled.

"Wait till she finds out the truth," Viserys huffed when Harry looked at him confused. "I am not going to let Rhaegar's son live his life a Bastard, and it is beyond time that fat moron gets his arse off my families throne,"

"Whatever choices you make, I won't leave your side," Harry bowed his head.

"No," Viserys shook his head. He grit his teeth as Harry looked stricken, silently berating himself. "Harry you aren't our servant, you are our friend!"

"I want to stay by your side," Harry shook his head.

"We will work on him," Dany said amused patting Viserys on the hand and stood leaving both men to blink at her. "I am off for a wander, I want to see the forest,"

"You did well with her," Harry said softly.

"She is amazing considering everything that she has been through," Viserys smiled at the backdoor Dany had exited through.

"You have grown up into an amazing man as well, considering everything you have been through. I can't believe that you have grown up from the small boy I remember," Harry looked fondly at Viserys.

"I don't know about that. I have survived," Viserys shrugged flushing.

"You have done a lot more than that," Harry argued but spoke before the lavender-eyed man could argue back. "How are you feeling, after what I told you?"

"I have spent a long time blaming Rhaegar for his part in what happened. Knowing that Lyanna went willingly and that they were in love...it complicates things. It never really fully made sense to me, Rhaegar was so kind and honourable, I began to wonder if I had over imagined that side of things to make myself feel better. But...why didn't he...they just tell people? If they had…"

"He intended to. As soon as he had Lyanna somewhere safe he intended, to tell the truth, overthrow your father, and with Lyanna bringing to North and Elia bringing Dorne he hoped that his overthrow would be smooth. But the Stark's reacted unexpectedly, they never imagined that Brandon would do what he did. And then it was a stone rolling down a hill causing an avalanche," Harry grimaced.

"I wish he had never met her, I wish what happened never did. But wishes don't come true, not in real life. Dwelling on what happened and what could have happened is no use. All we can do is look to the future. I wish to meet my nephew, and then...well we will see what will happen,"

"I don't think Jon will want the throne," Harry mused.

"Whatever happens happens, but now is the time to move if we are going. Otherwise, we need to get as far away from Westeros as we can and hope Baratheon's assassins don't find us,"

"I have heard some worrying rumours about Baratheon's heir, I severely doubt he will make a good King at all, and there is question as to whether he is really Baratheon's legitimate son. The thought of the Lannisters having so much power makes me sick," Harry frowned.

"Me too. When it comes down to it Baratheon is just a puppet. I want revenge Harry," Viserys met those green green eyes, and could see life and something to aim for flaring into being in them.

Sitting there at the table of a small cabin in the middle of nowhere the two of them found a future to aim toward, and suddenly the future was laid out in front of them.