A soft look crossed over her features while she gave a brief prayer. As she got closer the more the form appeared of a ghostly apparition, clad in tattered and smelted armour, half of its face gone with what remained of it's skin stretched over the bones of their skull.

"Who are you and how have you traveled here?" the apparition called out.

"My name is Hermione Granger, and I've come seeking answers. Who are you?"

The ghosts eyes widened, " my name is Daenys Misagaenys, you are one of a few that has come here that has ever responded to my question. How is that so?"

Hermione glanced past the ghost and into the alleyway, "I'm assuming you've died here. That you must have some regret and chose to remain behind. I'm a witch, I can see the remnants of yourself that chose to stay. Did you die here? What happened here?"

"I died in a mad scramble for freedom, when one night the earth did tremble and the sky split so great that our own fire rained down from the heavens. It was the doom."Daenys breathed, "The waters burned and the air heavy with ash, there were no survivors for those of us who laid claim to our throne. Nigh on but the sigh of our deaths could be heard and all could feel the destruction of our great city.

"What was this place exactly and how many of you died?" Hermione asked. "How long has it been since anyone last stepped foot here?"

"This was the seat of the Valyrian stronghold, home to the Dragonlords. Most perished and few chose to stay. I am one of the few who chose to carry on with my duties even past death. You'll find naught but your own destruction should you choose to linger here in this place, even now the beasts are searching for you. Come and follow me."

Intrigued and somewhat nervous, Hermione followed the form of Daenys through the remnants of the city, moving past crumbling towers and painted mosaics. "I was once a dragon rider," the ghost said, its voice a haunting echo of pride and regret. "One of the last few of my fallen house to be so. I flew upon it's back in a time where whence thought untouchable. We were considered gods."

Slowly the streets became wider, pieces of architecture became more like buildings, depictions of dragons now few and far between. Coming upon a large temple, Daenys stopped. "this is where my legacy was sealed. I was not able to make it back to the stronghold in time. Please, can you open the doors? Long has it been since I had seen my home, and once more would I like to bathe in its majesty."

"Yes, I can do that for you," Hermione paused, rolling up her sleeve and brandishing her wand, "BOMBARDA!" she gasped as the doors swung open to reveal a graveyard. Bodies piled on top of each other and scattered across the courtyard. Covered in dust so thick she could hardly tell there was any decay. It looked like they were sleeping. Stepping past them, she muttered quick prayers for the departed following Daenys as she hovered near the door.

"Hurry now, we must make haste, I must see to this. Care not for the bodies, most of them we slaves anyhow. Make your way into the bowels of my home, for therein lies the crypt of me and mine. In it is our most valued treasures. Take them and bring them to me. I wish not to glance upon the sight of my final hours. You must do this alone."

With a steadying breath, Hermione stepped into the crypt, the air heavy with the weight of ages. Flicking her wand, with a silent lumos she illuminated the space, revealing a series of stones adorned with intricate carvings of dragons, stacks of jewellery and coins. Quickly she pulled out her bag and stored most of them away. At the centre of the room, her eyes widened as she spotted several large, cracked stone containers.

"Dragon eggs," she breathed, stepping closer. The faint warmth emanating from them seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. Lulled into a daze she made her way closer, tripping over a mummified arm, gasping she reached out to catch herself on the edge. Slicing her palm, and smashing her head against the edge of the work table that they rested upon. Ignoring her bleeding palm she grabbed them placed them under a stasis charm and quickly made her way back up the long staircase.

As she made her way back to Daenys. she asked, "Were these what you wanted to see? The eggs?"

"These are the last of my legacy, what lingers of my regrets," Daenys whispered. "Though we fell, our legacy remains. These eggs carry the potential for rebirth, for the return of dragons."

Hermione knelt before the largest egg, tracing the intricate patterns on its surface. "They're still warm, can they be revived?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is there a way to bring them back?"

"They can only be hatched through fire and blood. They must be kept warm and safe. These are the last of what remains of the City of Valyria. During my life I learned many things, Hermione. The legacy of dragons is not to be underestimated. Neither too, should it be taken lightly. They will allow you to do many wondrous things, great things, terrible, but great. Though they have the ability to give life, through their fire they can also consume. I have seen the beginnings and the end of many great kingdoms."

Scoffing, Hermione jokingly replied, "yes, why with great power comes great responsibility."

"It's almost time for you to journey outward now, Hermione. Tell me, do you know where you should go?"

"No, i've never been to a place anywhere that looks like Valyria. I don't even know who I can talk to besides you. Tell me, do you have any maps? Star Charts or anything of the like?"

"In that door should be salvageable maps. I do not know what maps you could use to see the stars, but mine should have a fair depiction of the land of Essos. I will lead you to them."

Daenys lead her to a door within the courtyard, opening it and walking it seemed like it was a massive library, most of the books had been destroyed. Either from the Doom or from time and what was left were written on stone slabs. The artistry of the time must have been simply a sight to behold.

"Most had been lost in the smoke in the days following the Doom. In this cabinet here, you can find our most favoured trade routes between the free cities. Take whichever would be most useful for you. There was one who was here before, of similar bearing, find him, and take my name. The name Misagaenys would be a great boon for you in the free cities."

"I'm sorry, but, I don't know if I can even do that. How would I even find them, where would I even know who to look for, where to go?"

"Well, if they had any sign of intellect, they would have heeded my advice, and journeyed to Pentos. They too have taken my name, that would be where I would start first."

Looking at the map, Hermione had seen where her possible location was. Somewhere near Rhyos. The best possible route to where she thought Pentos would be was to make her way back near Valyria, to the city of Tyria. Crossing the smoking sea and headed to Oros, making her way northeast past the city of Volantis and up the river of Sorrows.

"Daenys, this would take me months of travelling to even reach Pentos."

"Are you a witch or not, Hermione Granger? How was it that you appeared on our shores? Surely there must be a way for you to expedite your journey. If not, you could always just wait for the eggs to hatch. You would be able to ride at least one of them within a year. Nonetheless, it is time for you to go. There is nothing else to be gained by being here. You would only be hastening your own death. Go back from whence you came, journey to Pentos, revive the might and glory of the dragonlords. Hermione Misagaenys, first of her name, you would make a fine Empress. I think, for you, being a queen would do."

"Daenys? Where did you go?" sighing Hermione stuffed the stone tablets into her bag, as well as most of the literature that had somehow survived the Doom. Stepping back out into the temple she walked back towards the beach, spun on her heel and appeared back on the island of Tyria. The only way to leave now would be to find a boat or something that would be able to carry her across the smoking sea.

Continuing her trek down the shore, casting the odd revelio as she went, she came across a large structure covered in stone and ash. Well, naturally when one asks for a boat, the universe seems to answer in kind.

"Wingardium leviosa!" levitating the large baroque like ship out of the sand, casting reparo's as needed, it was impeccable. At the very least able to withstand travel on the boiling waters.

I'll try to update twice a week, I think I have a pretty good schedule for this story. Mostly Thursday mornings and Saturday afternoons. This has been a bit of a passion project during nights when I couldn't sleep. So I do hope that you'll enjoy my sleep deprivation a lot better than I have. feel free to review, tell me your thoughts, what you think will happen, things you'd like to see. It's been fun to world build like this.