A Magical Ending By Stargatesg1fan1
Harry/Daenerys pairing.
Warning: Major Spoilers for Season 8 of Game of Thrones!
The Crypts of Winterfell
Jon was staring at the tomb of his mother thinking about the recent revelation that he was really the son of Lyanna Stark. Then suddenly Jon was Jon but also something more. He was Harry Potter Master of Death. Everything that made Jon Snow what he had been was now contained within Harry Potter. But the seven-hundred-year-old consciousness that was Harry Potter was so much bigger. Jon affected Harry. But it was still predominately Harry.
Harry closed his eyes and focused inwards to the dense repository of magical energy contained within him. He felt it, all of it. His magical reserves had made this transition to a new universe and a new body with him. He also felt the portion of his repository which contained the Deathly Hallows. After he had united the hallows in his youth they had vanished and disappeared into him. It had taken him many years to determine that. Now after over seven hundred years of life the immortal found himself in a twenty-four-year-old body. He quickly began assimilating the memories of his Jon Snow identity. Harry was in the crypts of Winterfell looking at the tomb of his mother. Up until very recently Jon had believed himself to be the bastard of Ned Stark and some unknown woman. Now Harry knew himself to be the trueborn heir of the former crown prince and Lyanna Stark, Ned's sister.
Harry sensed her approach even before he heard her. She stopped maybe six feet away and stared at him. He turned to look at her. Daenerys Targaryen was a stunningly beautiful woman with platinum blonde hair. She was also twenty-four-years-old and was Jon's lover. She was also his aunt. That didn't matter to Harry. Harry felt Jon's feelings for this woman. He loved her. Jon had also recently become conflicted about her being his aunt. But Harry had no such conflict.
He smiled at her and she walked closer. Harry turned slightly and kissed her. Her lips felt good on his own.
"Who's that you were looking at?" Daeny asked while looking at Lyanna's statue. "Lyanna Stark," Harry answered.
"My brother Rhaegar. Everyone told me he was decent and kind," Daeny said. "They told me he liked to sing and play the harp. He gave money to poor children. And he raped her."
Harry turned to Daeny then. He looked her in the eyes and she gazed back.
"Daeny, I've just learned some important information about Lyanna and Rhaegar. That's why I'm down here staring at her. I want to tell you. But I need you to promise me that what I'm about to tell you won't change the way you and I feel about each other," Harry said. "I love you."
He pressed a kiss to her lips filled with the intensity of his passion for her. She returned it. "I love you as well," Daeny said. "I promise."
"Rhaegar married Lyanna in secret. They loved one another. She was pregnant. That son was born in the tower of joy in Dorne. When Ned Stark went there to retrieve his sister he found her dying from childbirth. He swore on her deathbed to protect her sister's son," Harry explained. "Robert Baratheon would have had that son killed. So Ned passed the child off as his own bastard. I just learned I am that son. I was named Aegon Targaryen."
Harry could sense events were heating up in the world above. He wanted more time to talk to Daeny. So he waved his hand and cast a time dilation charm on the room. Time would move faster for those in the room than it would for those outside of the room. This would give them more time to talk.
"That's impossible," Daeny said. "No. Just highly unlikely. But it did occur," Harry said. "Who told you this?" Daeny asked.
"Bran has been trained in Greenseer abilities in the far north. He saw what happened at the tower of joy. Samwell also found records of the marriage at the citadel. He didn't realize at the time that Rhaegar and Lyanna had a son. But he saw the marriage records. Think about it Daeny. This explains why the dragons are as comfortable with me as they are," Harry pointed out.
"That would make me your aunt," Daeny said.
"I know. But we don't have to let that bother us. We've already made love and fallen in love. The cat is out of the bag in this case," Harry said. "And that has never stopped Tagaryens before."
"I understand. I'm just getting used to the idea. But that would also mean you have a claim to the Iron Throne," Daeny said.
"Daeny, this actually makes things easier. You realize the lords of the north are having trouble with the fact that I bent the knee. And if you and I were ever to take our relationship to the next logical step the highborns would have trouble with the fact that I was just a bastard. But this makes things alright. Can you honestly tell me that our relationship could thrive if we weren't on even footing?" Harry asked.
Daeny thought about what Jon was saying. It made sense. "You are thinking of marriage," Daeny surmised. "Aren't you?" Harry said. "I hadn't thought that far ahead," Daeny admitted.
Harry let the time dilation spell collapse. He felt this was a good time to stop the conversation for now. He wanted to let Daeny think things over. Just then the horns sounded announcing that the White Walkers had been spotted.
Harry stepped forward and kissed Daeny. She moaned into the kiss. "You promised your feelings wouldn't change," Harry said. "They haven't," Daeny assured. "It is just a lot to take in." "Take it in. And after we survive this there is a lot more you can take in," Harry said.
His suggestive tone reminded Daeny that Jon was the same man she had fallen in love with. He grabbed her hand and led her up out of the crypts. They started making their way to their pre- planned positions. But then Harry paused as his mind quickly raced over their battle plans and thought of something.
"What is it?" Daeny asked as her lover pulled her up short.
"I just thought of a last-minute revision to the battle plan that might really help. I know we agreed the Dothraki would ride out in front in a cavalry charge," Harry began.
"Yes. Because they are best fighting in charges," Daeny confirmed. "What of it?"
"Let's hold them back in reserve to reinforce the unsullied and northern forces. Something tells me it isn't a good idea to have the Dothraki ride into darkness towards a horde of the undead," Harry said.
Daeny stared into her lover's eyes to see where this was coming from. He seemed fairly adamant. She trusted him. She nodded. She spotted Tyrion nearby. She pulled Jon over to him and quickly relayed the change of plans.
"Now let's get to the dragons," Daeny said.
Jon followed Daeny to the dragons. He threw some quick enchantments on her outfit to help keep her safe. On their way to the dragons, Harry sent protective enchantments at the clothing of everyone he personally knew. When they reached the dragons Daeny wasted no time in mounting Drogon. Harry didn't hesitate to get on Rhaegal named after his father. Harry didn't hesitate because he knew he could kill the creature if it ever got out of line. He had personally killed creatures even more fearsome than the dragon in his long life. When they got into the air Harry quickly conjured a small sphere of stone which runes etched into it in the shape his imagination focused on. Daeny was far enough away as Rhaegal followed Drogon that she couldn't see the conjuring. Harry imbued the runes with magical energy and then charmed the whole thing into a portkey. The sphere disappeared. Harry had sent the runic construct back to the crypts of Winterfell. He had suddenly remembered Jon's memories of witnessing the Night King resurrecting the dead after a battle in the north beyond the wall.
The runic construct would dampen necromantic energies in a radius wide enough to cover the crypts. The Night King may not be able to resurrect those corpses resting in the crypts. But there was no use taking any chance. When Daeny dismounted Drogon, Harry followed suit. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. She clung to his side for warmth and comfort. Harry used his magic to increase his own temperature to keep her warm.
"I can't see anything. It's so dark," Daeny said.
"It is," Harry agreed. "The anticipation is the worst part. Well that's not true. The battle is the worst part."
"Our forces have to win. There is no other option," Daeny said.
Just then the projectiles loaded into trebuchets were lit on fire. The burning balls were then launched towards the horde of white walkers cloaked in darkness. Harry did a spell with the hand that wasn't holding Daeny. The ground at the rear of the horde was suddenly saturated with temporarily conjured napalm. Even thought he napalm was only temporarily conjured, the effects were just as real. When the flaming projectiles impacted the horde the entire rear section of the horde blazed into brilliant fire. An area approximately 30 feet wide by 500 feet long blazed into brilliance. Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of wights went up in flame. The sudden brilliance of light revealed just how many wights were charging towards the defenders. There were perhaps seven or eight times as many wights charging towards the defenders as those who had been burned.
"How?" Daeny asked with both amazement and horror.
"I had the ground covered in what little we could make in time of a highly flammable mixture. It isn't wildfire. But it is nearly as destructive. I call it Napalm," Harry explained.
"You're brilliant," Daeny said. "But there are so many left. I think we need a change of plan again. Let's fly down and burn the wights as they attack."
"What about waiting for the Night King to get close so we can kill him?" Harry asked. "With that many wights our men need us," Daeny implored. "Alright. But if we see him be prepared to dodge his ice spears," Harry said.
The mass of wights could be seen hurtling towards the rows upon rows of unsullied. When the wights hit they overwhelmed the first few rows of unsullied with sheer numbers and momentum. The wights hurled themselves onto the unsullied with no fear for their own well-being. They were already dead and simply obeyed the will of their white walker masters. The enemy did not feel pain, did not tire, and did not feel fear. It was a terrifying thing for the living to face. Then Drogon flew low over the battlefield and unleashed a swath of flame that bathed a large section of the front lines of wights in fire. Rhaegal flew right behind and covered the next section of the unsullied.
"This kind of reminds me of mowing the lawn," Harry thought amusedly. "If grass were ice zombies and the lawnmower was a fire breathing dragon."
Harry's thoughts amused him as he and Daeny urged their dragons to make more passes. Harry felt a sudden connection form with the dragon. It was a magical connection, almost like a familiar bond. He sensed Rhaegal's emotions. The dragon was excited to bathe their enemies in fire. Harry encouraged it. As they flew higher for another pass Harry spotted a line of White Walkers sitting on undead horses at the tree line. Daeny apparently spotted them too. He knew if he didn't make a pass then she would try it. He urged Rhaegal towards their target. Harry used magic to focus his vision. He spotted the Night King. He felt a sudden surge of magic. And then a snow storm rivaling the worst blizzard with white out conditions swelled out of the forest behind the Walkers. Daeny had gone to the battle lines and made another pass. This was where she was when the wall of white hit her. Visibility was shit.
Harry's eyes flashed with a greenish glow and he could now see. He used his connection with Rhaegal to guide the dragon. He quickly located Daeny in the gloom. Drogon was getting too close to the ground. Harry guided Rhaegal to fly alongside Daeny without running into Drogon. Harry reached out with his mind to connect with Drogon. At first he didn't feel anything. But then he was able to get a weak sense of Drogon. The connection was nowhere near as strong as it was with Rhaegal. But Harry managed to convey to Drogon that he wanted them to fly higher.
Harry glanced over to the battle to see how it was going. The defenders were retreating inside the castle. But the wights weren't letting up. Harry guided Rhaegal down to make another pass. It was not easy to do with the blizzard going. But Daeny had Drogon follow the fiery path that Rhaegal had just made. Their single pass each was enough to get the wights off of the defenders as those on the ground retreated. Harry had Rhaegal make a short quick pass along the trench filled with lamp oil and spikes. The trench lit ablaze, giving the defenders enough time to retreat into the castle walls.
But even as the defenders finished up getting within the walls, the Night King showed just how many wights he had. He commanded his wights to start piling onto the burning trench at several points. The Night King was sacrificing his minions at the expense of numbers in order to sow fear into his enemies. The flames were overwhelmed by all the corpses being thrown on. Until the other wights were able to run across the backs of the fallen wights. Harry was able to sense where the Night King was sending the commands to his army of wights from. Harry's gaze followed the magical energy he had traced and his eyes widened. The Night King was hovering over the battlefield near the forest on an undead Viserion, Daeny's fallen but apparently reanimated dragon. Harry urged Rhaegal after the Night King and the dragon responded. Daeny saw him going and urged Drogon after him. The Night King commanded his dragon higher and higher. The other two dragons followed suit. The Night King tried using the cloud cover to fall back in as Harry & Daeny emerged into the cloudless upper atmosphere. But Harry could see through the clouds. He connected with both Rhaegal and Drogon. Harry sent a sticking charm to Daeny so she wouldn't fall off.
When the undead Viserion surged out of the clouds bellowing a beam of bluish white flames Harry was ready. Rhaegal fell to the side. But not before Harry had made a leap towards Viserion. Due to his master of death status Harry was much stronger and faster than any mortal had the right to be. He drew his sword longclaw and drove it into the undead dragon's right shoulder joint where its wing connected to its body. The Night King turned his gaze away from pursuing Daeny towards Harry. But it was too late. Harry took the dragon's right wing off. Night King, undead Viserion, and Harry plummeted. Harry cast a summoning spell on Rhaegal who had gone into a dive. The summoning spell pulled Harry towards his dragon. Even as Harry regained his position on Rhaegal's back the dragon continued to plummet after their enemy. When the undead Viserion hit the ground, it was with such force that a massive cloud went up. Harry waved his hand and sent a magical wind to disperse that cloud. The Night King somehow had managed to survive that fall.
Daeny came down out of the blizzard and saw this. She ordered Drogon to try to burn the Night King. Harry somehow doubted that the fire would be enough if the Night King had survived the fall. But he went ahead and ordered Rhaegal to join in just in case the extreme temperatures of the magical fire would work. It didn't. When both dragons stopped breathing fire the Night King was revealed smirking. Harry decided to wipe the smirk off of the Night King's face. The Knight King brought his hands together and began to magically form one of those icy spears which had been used to kill Viserion in the first place. Harry didn't give him a chance. He ordered Rhaegal to bring him close to the ground, drew his blade, and then leapt off. Harry's magically reinforced body absorbed the force of the fall when he hit. And then Harry was upon the surprised Night King. The Night King barely managed to draw his icy blade from the scabbard on his back and block before long-clew cleaved him in two. But the king of the walkers was fast. Harry had fought some fast beings before. But all of them were put to shame by the Night King's speed.
The Night King was pretty darn good with a sword too. He was thousands of years old. The Night King's crystalline blade glowed with cold energy and rang loudly as it clashed against Harry's Valyrian steel sword. Harry's sword let out fiery flashes when it clashed against the
Night King's blade. Daeny stood hovering watching the battle from a safe height. She would later tell her lover that he and the Night King seemed to move almost faster than the eye could follow. She was amazed at his speed and in awe. She wasn't sure what happened. She didn't actually see her lover's blade pierce the Night King. But one moment they were fighting. And the next the Night King exploded into a thousand pieces. Then seconds later every single White Walker exploded and all the wights they controlled dropped back into corpses as the necromantic energy faded from the battlefield. Daeny landed.
Harry was breathing hard as he sheathed long-claw. Daeny came running up to him and leapt into his arms. She kissed him fiercely.
"I'm so glad you are alright," Daeny said as drew back from the kiss. "I'm glad you are alright too," Harry said.
She glanced around and saw nobody was in sight before saying, "Watching you just now...I am very ready to take in what you mentioned earlier."
Harry pulled her closer to himself and looked down into her eyes, his hands going to cup her rear.
"I am ready to come in. Come on. We'll see how quickly we can get to our room in the castle without anyone noticing," Harry suggested.
It turns out they could get to their room very quickly. Harry may have cast a slight confounding spell on Daeny that he immediately removed after he had apparated them to the hallway outside their quarters. He was so turned on by the beautiful woman holding his hand that he simply didn't care about the ethics of it at the moment. His blood was pumping along with his adrenaline after that fight. He wanted to bury himself in this beautiful creature. As they entered their room Harry stopped. With his blood up so high his magical senses were still amped up. He sensed a weak curse upon Daeny. It was weak but would have a profound effect. It took him a few moments to determine the effect. The curse would make Daeny infertile. But over time if not broken it would likely drive her to some form of madness. Harry reached out with his magic and broke the curse with almost contemptuous ease. He noticed a slight tension ease out of Daeny and she let out a shiver. She turned to face Harry as she reached their bed.
"Help me get out of these furs," Daeny said. Harry gladly did so. She returned the favor. Begin Smut Scene
Daeny moaned as her lover pushed her back onto the bed. She spread her legs for him and felt her folds quicken with even more moisture than they had already held. The expression he directed at her was one that almost suggested he had never seen her before. But she forgot it moments later when his head dipped down and his tongue went through her folds.
"Oh...oh Jon," Daeny cried as she threaded her fingers threw his hair and gripped him, pushing her mound up against his mouth.
Harry lapped at Daeny's slit tasting her womanly essence. He suckled on her clit. He was rock hard. Daeny was unbelievably gorgeous. He couldn't wait any longer. He would use his mouth more on her later. He moved up the bed, kissing his way up her belly, over her breasts, and then sheathed himself inside of her even as his mouth found hers. Daeny cried out into the kiss as she took his entire length into her body in one long slow thrust. Her pussy gripped at every inch of him as she consciously clenched and released her inner muscles around him. He then drew back until just the tip was inside of her folds. He didn't wait long before he drove his hips down and forward drilling himself back into her core. Daeny wrapped her smooth legs around him, her heels settling onto the backs of his thighs as he slowly carved out her insides. Her fingers gripped at his biceps as she welcomed him into her body. Their mouths moved together, their tongues dueling.
Daeny may have once tried to dominate her partner's tongue with her own. But no longer. The feverish competitiveness that had driven her to dominate and beat out all others for the throne no longer drove her. It had disappeared with the curse. Subconsciously her body could tell the curse was gone. Jon's unprotected length felt even better. Her body was even then anticipating his length exploding its creamy load into her womb. She brought her mouth up to his ear and moaned his name to encourage him on. He thrust extra hard into her when she used that tone with his name.
"Yes...oh yes. Jon fuck me. Fuck me with your hard cock. I want to feel you thrusting in me forever. Bury your length over and over again into me. I would welcome it any day at any time. Take me from the front, from the back. Mount me. I am the dragon you are most suited to ride," Daeny whispered into Jon's ear.
Daeny's words made Harry hard. He pumped her tight little pussy with a steady unrelenting rhythm. She laid there and gladly took it. He reached down with his right hand and cupped her perfect left ass cheek in his palm. He squeezed and kneaded her butt flesh possessively as his mouth kissed its way along her neck. Daeny turned her head to grant him better access. His mouth traveled along her collar bone to her left breast. She thrust her chest at him and clutched at his head. His mouth tasted her breast and nipple much to her delight. Harry's eyes were open taking in the intoxicating beauty that was Daeny. To know a woman so beautiful wanted him to penetrate deep into her body was a massive boost to his ego. He continued to saw his hips back and forth, thrusting to and drawing out of her sex. Her inner thighs rubbed against his hips. But that didn't impede his thrusts.
Daeny felt her lover lean back and saw his gaze shift down to the connection where they were joined. She leaned forward enough to see it as well. It was difficult to resolve the sight of his massive tool disappearing into her cunny and stretching her out in all the right ways as the same occurrence. But the sight coupled with the feeling was enough to drive Daeny over the edge. She threw her head back and thrust her pelvis up towards his next down stroke. Daeny called out unintelligibly as she came. Her inner muscles climaxed and pulsed around her partner's length
as her feminine juices flooded their joining. The intensity of her climax was enough to induce shudders and gasps from the blonde woman. Her partner carved out her innards through her climax. But then he paused when she eventually came down. Then Jon drew out of her. Daeny felt empty inside. But then she felt his hands flipping her over. And he re-entered her from behind.
Harry now stood at the foot of the bed enjoying the view of Daeny from behind. She was bent over the bed as he drove his tool into her quim doggy style. Daeny recovered her strength and looked back up at him with a fire in her eyes. She wanted him badly. She started pushing her rump back driving her slick sleeve up around his shaft. The meaty slapping sound of her butt meeting his groin filled the room along with Daeny's quiet gasps each time his tool reached deep inside of her. Harry loved that sound when combined with her beauty and the feel of her hot pussy milking his shaft. This was a completely opposite feeling from the battle they had just been in. Harry felt so completely alive buried inside of Daeny. The thought that he would feel even more alive if he planted a baby in her flashed through his mind. Harry's hands reached down to grip her hips as his instincts screamed at him to impregnate her.
Daeny felt her partner's hands squeeze her hips tightly as he actually grew harder within her. Feeling his naked flesh inside hers was as intimate feeling she could think of. Then he leaned over her and pressed his chest to her back. His mouth found her right ear and began nibbling. Her insides melted around him. She was so hot for him. She just came. But already she was starting to feel the stirrings of another climax. Feeling him leaning over her back, covering her, Daeny had never felt so safe as she did just then. This gorgeous man had just slain the Night King, the most evil creature in the world. Nothing could harm her when she was with him. She wanted to stay there giving herself to him forever. Unfortunately her body had other ideas as it raced towards climax. His hands reached beneath her to cup her heaving tits. She loved feeling his hands upon her.
"I'm going to cum in you soon. I am going to plant a baby within you," Harry whispered. He felt her quim pulse and clench around him. "Oh you like the sound of that." Daeny knew about the curse that was upon her. As if reading her mind he said, "I rid this lands of the curse of the Night King. I can rid you of a much smaller curse. Now prepare yourself my lover to take my seed and carry my baby."
Something deep inside of Daeny believed Jon. She began thrusting back harder than she had before. Each time he was sheathed fully inside of her she clenched down with her inner muscles. When she felt his tool at the absolute hardest she had ever felt it and heard his low groan she knew he was about to cum. Harry bellowed her name and pushed his prick all the way into her core. Harry let her take his weight as the end of his dick seemingly came apart with his surging seed flooding her. Daeny's orgasm hit at the same time. She came hard shaking on his dick. She collapsed forward and he road her down. He continued to inject her with the contents of his testicles. Ecstasy swept through their joined loins until they nearly passed out. Daeny lost all sense of time. There was only the climax that seemed to go on for eternity. When she came back to herself she realized he had rolled them onto their left sides so that they were spooning. He was still buried inside of her.
"I love you," Daeny whispered as she turned to look into his eyes.
"And I love you," Harry replied.
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"The answer is yes. Yes I want you to be my king," Daeny said.
"Alright my queen," Harry said. "This night is far from over."
Daeny's eyes widened as she felt him harden within her. He then proceeded to prove he had more than just stamina for fighting.
Two Days Later, Winterfell
Harry stood outside the castle next to Daeny. His left hand held her right hand for comfort. Before them was a large cluster of funeral pyres. On those pyres were the fallen from the battle against the Night King's forces. There weren't as many pyres as there could have been. There would have been more if Harry hadn't killed the Night King as swiftly as he did and if he hadn't held back the Dothraki. The Dothraki had reinforced the unsullied against the Night King's horde. Together the two disparate forces strengthened the overall effort.
Harry walked forward with Daeny as she approached the pyre which held Ser Jorah Mormont. Jorah had fought bravely. But in the end he had been overcome. Jorah had been with Daeny for a long time. Harry could sense how much Daeny would miss the older knight. When she reached him, she leaned down and kissed his forehead despite the smell coming off of the bodies. The cold helped preserve the corpses longer. Harry glanced around at his family and friends. He noticed Theon standing next to Sansa. Young Lyanna Mormont stood near Arya. Harry had hit young Lyanna with one of his protective enchantments. Jorah hadn't been around when Harry had been handing out the protections. Neither had Eddison Tollett. Edd had been a good friend. Now he laid on the pyre next to Jorah Mormont. Harry walked out so everyone could see him in attendance of the funeral. He cast a subtle sonorous charm on himself so that everyone would hear him but wouldn't suspect sorcery at work.
"We are here to say goodbye but to also remember our brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers in arms. They were our friends. They set aside their differences to fight together against an enemy that wanted to wipe out humanity. They sacrificed themselves so that human-kind could continue on living. They are owed a debt that can never be repaid. We will repay them the only way we can. We will keep them alive in our memory. They were the shields that guarded the realms of men," Harry said. He was drawing from the vows the men of the night's watch took. "They will be sorely missed from this world."
Harry gestured and a man holding a torch brought it to him. Others including Daeny took up torches. The torchbearers took them forward and lit the pyres. Harry and Daeny walked back to where they stood before holding hands. They watched the pyres burning.
Later, Winterfell's Great Hall The atmosphere in the room was subdued after the funeral ceremony.
"Many of these men fought bravely," Daeny said as she looked about the room. "I was thinking of handing out a reward or two."
"Who did you have in mind?" Harry asked.
"Well I was thinking of settling this bad blood between our house and House Baratheon. I am given to understand that Gendry did not know his father. He is with your sister. I was thinking of making him Lord of Storm's End," Daeny suggested in a quiet tone.
Harry thought about that.
"I think it a just reward. But if he ever takes to drinking and whoring like his father Arya will have his balls," Harry mused.
"As is proper," Daeny said with a smirk.
Speaking of the devil, Gendry had arisen and was heading towards the front of the hall making for the exit that way.
"Now's your chance," Harry said while nodding to Gendry.
"Gendry," Daeny called which brought the attention of everyone in the hall to her. Gendry turned away from facing the exit to the room to face Daeny. "You are Robert Baratheon's son. Is that correct?"
"Yes your grace," Gendry replied nervously. "I did not know that until after he was dead."
"I am aware. Robert the Usurper is dead. His brothers are dead. Storm's End needs a new lord. You are it," Daeny said. "You fought valiantly in this battle."
Gendry appeared stunned. "But I am a bastard," Gendry pointed out. "Not anymore. I legitimize you as Lord Gendry Baratheon of Storm's End," Daeny declared.
Gendry didn't appear to know what to say.
Harry rose with his wine goblet in his hand and said, "To Lord Gendry Baratheon of Storm's End."
Everyone else in the hall rose and raised their glasses.
"That was a good way to break the tension," Harry said as he sat back down beside Daeny.
"I thought so," Daeny said. "When should we announce the plans for us?"
"Let's not do it when people are trying to mourn all of these deaths. I would also like to tell Arya and Sansa first," Harry whispered.
"Fair enough," Daeny agreed.
"Drink," Tormund declared as he shoved an ale horn in Jon's face.
"No thank you," Harry said with a grin.
"We have to celebrate our victory," Tormund tried.
"One drink," Harry said while throwing Daeny an amused grin.
Harry knocked back the ale horn. He may have vanished some of the contents surreptitiously so that he wasn't quite so drunk.
"To the dragon queen," Tormund called. Everyone cheered and raised their goblets.
Daeny rose and called, "To Jon T...," She began but cut off. "Snow, the hero of the North and all the Seven Kingdoms."
There was much cheering. Both Tyrion and Sansa seemed incredibly curious at Daeny's slip-up. Tormund chugged an ale horn of his own but spilled much of it into his beard.
"Nice save," Harry whispered to Daeny. "I may have had a little too much to drink," Daeny admitted.
"I can't believe you rode that dragon," Tormund declared to Jon. "That was why we agreed to follow you. You are small, but strong. You were strong enough to befriend an enemy. You were murdered for it. But you didn't stay down."
"Forgive me," Daeny whispered to Jon before standing.
"Tormund brings up a good point," Daeny said loudly as she stood. "Jon is the kind of man who deserves to be king. That was why the lords of the north wisely chose to make him their king. But Jon doesn't just deserve to be king in the north. He deserves to be King of the Seven Kingdoms. That is why Jon will be my husband. He will be my King and I his Queen."
There was stunned silence in the room for several long moments. Then Lyanna Mormont jumped to her feet and let out a cheer that was soon followed by all those in the room. Sansa looked stunned. Arya wasn't in the room.
Daeny quickly whispered into Jon's ear, "It is up to you if you want to tell them the truth about your heritage now or wait until after you've talked to Aryan and Sansa."
"You had good timing about the announcement of our marriage. But I will wait about my heritage until after I've told Arya and Sansa," Harry said.
Harry and Daeny stuck around at the celebrations that ensued for maybe an hour longer. Then they retired to their shared room to celebrate the announcement in a much more carnal way. It was a good night.
The Next Morning
Daeny opened her eyes to find Jon laying naked beside her in bed. He was staring at her with a look of gentle love and desire. It took her breathe away for a moment.
"What?" Daeny asked.
"Just appreciating that I finally found you," Harry admitted. "You're someone I want to hold onto."
Daeny leaned forward and kissed him good morning. "Speaking of holding on. How should we be wed?" Daeny asked.
"Well if I remember my history correctly royal marriages have been carried out by the high septon. But personally I don't like that. I would prefer to get married before a heart tree and the old gods. But more than that, I don't think we should have a coronation ceremony. We can do that in the future for our children. But I believe we should just call ourselves king and queen once we are married. I don't want to give the power to coronate us to anyone else. We are king and queen by our own might," Harry said.
"I agree," Daeny said after thinking it over. "I do think we will be having a war council today to plan how to deal with enemies in the south."
"We should probably get up and get some breakfast then," Harry suggested. "Hmm...I want a little treat first," Daeny said with a grin as she gripped his manhood.
Then she slipped between the furs. Daeny and Jon would be late to breakfast. But they were in charge. So it was their prerogative.
War Council
"From our tallies it looks like we lost one out of every four men from our fighting force," Harry announced to the room.
Everyone began moving a quarter of their forces which included unsullied, Dothraki, and northerners from the map.
"It could have been a lot worse," Tyrion said. "Agreed," Daeny said.
"Unfortunately we do have some bad news," Verys said as he brought out some pieces for the map with the symbol of the Golden Company on the small wooden pieces. "The Golden Company is now in Kings Landing delivered by the Greyjoy fleet."
"We still outnumber them by quite a bit," Tyrion pointed out. "That isn't counting the dragons."
"Would the people learning of our defeating of the forces of the Night King not help?" Missandei asked.
"Unfortunately to those in the south the White Walkers have largely been considered myth," Jaimie spoke up to provide a southern perspective. "I did not believe it myself until you presented evidence that was pretty hard to ignore."
"Yara Greyjoy has retaken the Iron Islands in your name your Grace," Verys said to Daeny. "And the new prince of Dorne pledges his support."
"What about a siege?" Harry proposed.
"Yes. The people of Kings Landing have rebelled in the past when they were hungry," Tyrion agreed.
"They would do so before too many of them starved," Daeny mused. "Starving them out is better than having to slaughter our people. I have waited many years. I can wait them out a little longer."
"It's agreed then," Jon said. "But before we go south Daeny and I will be wed."
"How your Graces?" Verys asked.
"Before the heart tree here in the Godswood. It will be a simple ceremony," Daeny said.
"The men are still exhausted from the fight with the Others. Might we use the wedding celebration as a chance to recuperate?" Sansa asked.
"A week's delay doubling as celebration shouldn't hinder things overly much. Do you agree?" Jon asked Daeny.
"A week it is," Daeny agreed.
"So to summarize," Tyrion said. "King Jon and Servos will take the Kingsroad with the bulk of our forces. The rest will sail to Dragonstone followed by cutting off Kings Landing from the sea. Queen Daenerys will fly on her dragons with the fleet. Is that alright?"
Harry and Daeny exchanged a look and nodded their agreement. As the meeting began to break up Harry stepped over to Arya, Bran, and Sansa.
"I think we should have a chat about some news before it gets out," Harry said. "Let's go to the Godswood."
As they passed by Daeny she said, "I will prepare for the wedding."
"Sounds good," Harry said as he leaned down and kissed her.
Harry then pushed Bran's wheelchair from the room with Arya and Sansa following. It didn't take them long to reach the Godswood. When they were alone Arya was the first to speak her mind.
"What is to stop Daenerys from some day deciding she doesn't want you as a king?" Arya asked. "That won't happen," Harry said. "Bran go ahead and tell them."
"For our entire lives we were led to believe Jon was the bastard son of Ned Stark and some unknown woman. In fact Jon is the son of our Aunt Lyanna. And he is no bastard. Lyanna wed Rhaegar Targaryen. He did not kidnap her," Bran explained.
Arya and Sansa were looking between Bran and Jon in stunned amazement. "But wouldn't that make her your aunt?" Sansa asked.
"Yes. But I'm not worried about that. I tie house Stark and house Targaryen together by blood," Harry said. "We will keep the peace. I know you don't exactly like Daeny," He said while looking directly at Sansa. "But I'm asking you to set that aside. She was afflicted by a curse that would have driven her to madness. But I have broken that curse."
"How?" Sansa asked.
Jon decided for a bit of lying here. He walked over to Bran and stood behind the wheelchair. He set his hands on Bran's shoulders.
"When killed the Night King I was rewarded by absorbing many of his magical powers. They present themselves differently in a human. But that isn't necessarily a bad thing," Harry said as the healing charms he had been working on Bran did their job. "Bran, stand up."
Bran tried moving his legs and was suddenly able. He began trying to stand out of the chair. But his legs were very weak. Harry and then Arya stepped forward to help him stand.
"It's amazing," Sansa gasped as Bran was able to shakily stand.
"He will need to rebuild the muscle in his legs. He has gone so long without standing," Harry said. "I'm asking you as my family to keep the magical powers to yourself. Right now Daeny and I are planning to tell of my heritage just before the wedding ceremony."
"We will keep it to ourselves," Arya said. "We will," Sansa promised. "Alright. Let's get to my wedding," Harry said.
Winterfell's Godswood
Harry pulled Daeny into a kiss to much muted excited from those witnessing the ceremony. The cloak she wore was a mixture of Stark and Targaryen coloring. It was primarily Targaryen though. The small amount of Stark was to honor his birth mother.
Daeny pulled back from the kiss with an absolutely radiant smile. She turned to face the spectators, her hand wrapped around her new husband's arm. They walked from the godswood with those present now aware of the story of Rhaegar Targaryen and his Stark bride.
"Now the real party begins," Daeny said.
Winterfell's Great Hall
"Don't eat too much," Daeny whispered. "I mean to consummate our marriage tonight."
"I like the sound of that," Harry agreed.
The feast had gone on for long enough.
"I can feel that," Daeny said as she slipped her right hand beneath the table into her husband's lap. "I can feel that very much."
"Woman, you better be prepared to do something with that soon," Harry whispered as he leaned over to her right ear.
"I'm ready now. If it wouldn't be improper I'd be on my knees beneath the table this very moment," Daeny purred.
"That would shock the hell out of everyone here to see the Queen servicing her knew King. I'd happily return the favor," Harry said.
Daeny suddenly rose bringing the merriment to a halt. "Continue celebrating. My king and I are going to our bed chambers," Daeny announced.
Tormund let out a cheer. Harry laughed at Tormund's antics. Nobody would be trying a bedding ceremony with the king and queen. Harry and Daeny left the room together. They were in for a great night.
A Week Later, Winterfell's Courtyard
"I'm surprised you aren't going to ride the dragon south," Tormund said as Jon went over and inspected the horse he would be riding south.
"I may be alright riding them. But I am not that comfortable to ride it clear south," Harry said as he approached his old friend.
Tormund nodded and said, "I'm taking the free folk home. We've had enough of the south down here."
"I guess it is the south from your perspective. But to everyone else we are the north," Harry said. "I suppose. The women down here don't care much for me," Tormund said conspiratorially.
"Yes. They like a little bit of sophistication," Harry said teasingly. "The free folk are always welcome to stay here."
"This isn't home. My people need room to wander. It'll be a lot safer now that you killed that Night King fucker. We'll head back through castle black as soon as the winter snows pass," Tormund explained.
"I will miss you my friend. I may fly up on Rhaegal someday to visit. I have a present for you," Harry said as he gestured towards an attendant waiting nearby.
The attendant retrieved a package Harry had just magically transported to a nearby store room. The attendant was actually a sophisticated magical object which generated an illusion of an attendant. Harry accepted the package from his attendant and handed it to Tormund.
"What is it?" Tormund asked as he eyed the box.
"Open it," Harry urged.
Tormund opened the box to find a shiny new axe made of real steel.
"This is a gift fit for a king, from a king," Tormund declared and pulled Jon into a manly hug.
"Hopefully it serves you well," Harry said.
Tormund left. Jon saw Sam and Gilly waiting to say goodbye. Harry took one look at Gilly and grinned at his friend.
"What?" Sam asked. "I think congratulations are in order. Gilly's pregnant with yours," Harry said. "You can tell just by looking at her?" Sam asked. "It isn't quite that apparent yet," Harry said. "But I've got a way of knowing." "Well what about you and your new wife?" Sam asked. "When are you going to get a move on." Harry leaned in closer and whispered, "I'll let you on a little secret. Daeny's already pregnant." "You two work quick," Gilly commented. "If it's a boy we want to name him Jon." "I'd be honored," Harry said. Harry and Sam hugged. "You're the best friend I ever had," Sam admitted. "Don't fret. You've been a great friend as well. I think you and I will be seeing each other in
the near future. Until then there is no more Night's Watch. I have instructed Sansa that you are welcome to stay here for the time being," Harry told Sam and Gilly.
"Thank you," Gilly said.
"I have gifts for each of you," Harry said.
Harry gestured to the attendant again. This time the boxes were smaller. Sam got a necklace with a pendant with a wolf sigil on it along with a dragon. Gilly got a hand held mirror. Both were enchanted to the gills so that Harry would be able to provide some protection at a distance. Tormund's battle axe was also enchanted. Harry mounted his horse.
"Come on ghost," Harry called to his direwolf. Ghost fell in along with Harry and Ser Davos as they left from Winterfell's courtyard.
Harry was riding down the kings road at the head of his and Daeny's army when it happened. Daeny had been given a necklace enchanted with Harry's most protective magic. He sensed her distress. Immediately he reached out with his mind and connected with the enchantments in her necklace.
The surge of distress from Daeny was because she was flying on Drogon's back next to Rhaegal as a ballistae bolt like a giant arrow struck Rhaegal in the chest. Harry tapped a rune on the saddle his horse carried. The rune activated an illusion. The moment he vanished via apparition an illusion sprang up to take his place. The illusion had limited intelligence and should fool the army for a short time. Ser Davos had luckily rode to the rear to check on things there. Harry vanished and reappeared on Rhaegal's back invisible just as the dragon was struck by a second ballistae that clipped his wing followed by a third through the neck just below his head. Blood spouted out of Rhaegal's throat. He was going to die from this wound without serious magical intervention. The dragon plummeted towards the ocean. Harry's eyes would have flashed a glowing green if he wasn't invisible.
Harry raised his hands like a conductor conducting a symphony. But this was a symphony of magic. A very convincing illusion of Rhaegal crashing into the ocean and sinking beneath the waves was weaved. The real Rhaegal became invisible and passed out from the pain. Harry began channeling healing magic into the dragon which would sustain it until Harry could carry out more focused healing spells. Harry levitated the dragon while focusing on Daeny. He watched as Drogon dodged several more ballistae fired by the iron born fleet coming around from behind Dragon Stone where Daeny and their fleet had been heading.
The ballistae looked like a giant crossbow that could swivel. Daeny it seemed in her grief meant to attack this fleet. She was forced to abort her attacking dive when a volley of ballistae bolts came hurtling at her. As it was Harry was there to make sure none actually hit his lover or her dragon. The iron born turned their powerful ballistae on the Targaryen fleet. Several ships in the lead were shot through by the powerful ballistae. Harry focused his magical efforts on
making sure his men got off the boats. He wasn't as concerned about the boats. When he felt Rhaegal's life force getting harder and harder to maintain Harry realized he had to act.
"I don't have time for this," Harry thought.
Harry sent a spell into the ocean which conjured up powerful ocean currents to propel the iron born ships away. He sent a few more spells into the ocean which conjured up several giant squids. They wouldn't last long. But the squids should destroy a few ships and maybe give the Targaryen fleet time to escape. Harry floated himself and Rhaegal over to Dragon Stone to a side of the island furthest from either fleet. He set Rhaegal down and vanished the ballistae volt in Rhaegal's neck. Blood immediately poured fresh out of the wound. Harry's hands lit up like miniature stars as he pressed them to the open wound. The healing energy immediately went to work. Normally this type of healing would take a team of wizards. But Harry had many advantages as the master of death. His power overcame the natural resistance to magic that a dragon had. It took him about three minutes to heal Rhaegal's neck wound. Then he vanished the ballistae bolt in Rhaegal's chest and repeated the healing process. Harry followed up by treating the wing injuries. Harry then put the dragon into an enchanted sleep and set up a quick invisibility ward by carving runes into a nearby rock before enchanting them.
Harry then apparated back to his horse with the northern army and took over for the illusion. Harry immediately reached out with his mind to check on his wife. She was anguished over what had happened. He tried sending soothing feelings over the connection. But she was so very upset. She flew back to dragon stone after the enemy fleet was gone. Harry waited until he sensed the enemy fleet were completely gone before remotely cancelling the concealment ward and waking Rhaegal up. Rhaegal immediately took to the air. It didn't take long for Drogon to figure out Rhaegal was alive. It wasn't much longer until Daeny came out stunned to witness the dragon reunion. When Rhaegal touched down Daeny immediately went to him.
"How?" Daeny asked as she ran her hands over where she had watched the Ballistae bolts go into her dragon. "It's a miracle."
"Or magic at work we don't understand," Tyrion suggested from nearby.
"At least Rhaegal's eyes are not blue," Varys pointed out.
Daeny looked at him sharply for that comment. Harry sensed his wife's mood somewhat calming down. But she was still somewhat upset. From what he could gather through the protective enchantment Missandei was missing.
The Next Day Outside King's Landing
"Maybe I should just reveal my magical nature," Harry thought as he appeared standing near the small group of unsullied with Daeny, Tyrion, Varys, and Grey Worm lined up before them.
Daeny had decided to leave Rhaegal behind on Dragon Stone as an extra surprise for their enemies. If they thought the dragon was dead, then it was all the more to their advantage. But Harry was loath to reveal his magical nature to the world. He suspected if he did that then he would get petitioner after petitioner asking him to solve their problems with magic. He would reveal his magic to Daeny and maybe a few trusted other people. But other than that he doubted he would reveal his magic to anyone else.
Daeny's group was facing the walls of Kings Landing. Visible above one of the gates of the wall that surrounded the city was Queen Cersei Baratheon. Although at this point she was Queen Cersei Lannister. Cersei had never loved her dead husband. Standing next to her was Euron Greyjoy, her rumored lover. Standing behind and slightly to the side of Euron was the hulking form of Gregor Clegane, or what was left of him. The Mountain That Rides were an appropriate name for the creature because of his size. The Mountain had been poisoned during his infamous duel with Oberyn Martell. But Clegane's life had been somewhat preserved by Cersei's hand, an ex-maester named Qyburn. Harry could sense the darkness coming off of Clegane from here. The creature wasn't fully alive and wasn't dead. And standing near the edge of the wall was a terrified Missandei.
Unseen to any present, Harry flew up into the air. He had long since learned to fly in his extensive life without the need of a broom. It took some mental focus to do so. Which is why he preferred using a broom. But he hadn't had time to construct a broom since coming to this universe. So, he would fly himself. He flew over and settled onto the wall near Missandei. Harry performed an illusion on Missandei, knocked the woman unconscious, made the actual woman herself invisible, summoned her to his side, and let the illusion stand in her place. Harry took the opportunity to analyze the numerous ballistae on platforms above the wall. The platforms lined the wall surrounding the city.
It was a solid defense. But there was a weakness. A dragon could drop down from nearly vertically above and take out a row of stations. There was a chance one of the other ballistae in the line would be brought to aim at the dragon assaulting the neighboring ballistae before the dragon was able to destroy that row. But Harry thought the chance was pretty small of that working. The gates below opening drew Harry from his contemplation as Qyburn was let out to go speak to Daeny's forces. Tyrion walked forward to meet Qyburn. Harry cast a listening charm so he could hear what was said.
"My lord," Qyburn greeted.
"Queen Daenerys demands Cersei's unconditional surrender," Tyrion replied. "That also includes immediately releasing Missandei of Nath. If that is done then Cersei will be allowed to live."
"Queen Cersei demands Daenerys' unconditional surrender. If she refuses, then Missandei of Nath will die immediately," Qyburn replied.