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Hadrian Potter, Somewhere

"You look suspiciously familiar to me," Hadrian admitted, as he continued to caress Fawkes, to be honest, he didn't know if it was real or just a figment of his imagination, but the sense of calm so characteristic of the Phoenix was present, that could not be denied

The beautiful woman laughed hard, but without losing elegance, something complicated to explain

"Even if you are the master of death, you have always represented my values better than hers, I am the breath of life that shapes all universes, I am the eternal fire that burns with the will of life, I am birth and reincarnation, I am Phoenix," the celestial entity exclaimed dramatically

Hadrian looked at the being for a moment, and replied

"The people on this plane call you R'hllor, and they sacrifice people in your name" there was something reproachful in the king's voice, but without losing respect

The new named Phoenix just laughed and replied

"The humans of this plane are primitive, more beast than men, to be honest, they justify their lust for blood and desire for conquest in divine motives, I do not demand sacrifice of any kind, they sacrifice blood in my flame, which acts as a catalyst, to awaken the magical gifts that were lost, at least for an instant"

Hadrian snorted, fully believing the words of the being, the young king knew perfectly well the extent of human stupidity

“So the story that you find yourself fighting against the Great Other, the one who represents darkness and eternal cold, is it also an invention?” asked the king curiously

Phoenix laughed hard, a beautiful, melodious laugh that lifted Hadrian's spirits for some reason and he responded

"How curious, Harry! And your answer is more nuanced than you imagine, however, eternal cold and eternal darkness are two different things, at least on this plane”

Hadrian sat down, immersed in the explanation

“This world, this plane, is governed by a precise balance between my flames, and my sister's icy blizzards, while I need life and resurrection, she professes eternal rest and the end of the road, a beautiful and melodious song of ice and fire, which maintains the complicated balance, or at least that is how it should be”

Hadrian nodded, understanding that the beautiful cosmic entity wasn't done

"My sister, the representation of death and the end of a cycle is as necessary as I am, yet that delicate balance was broken eight thousand years ago."

"The long night," Hadrian replied with complete concentration

Phoenix nodded

"That's right, a conflict started by a stubborn dying race, who did not accept the end of their cycle and perverted magic to such an extent that, even today, they continue to perform penance for it," Phoenix blurted out furiously

"The children of the forest," Hadrian replied

The beautiful woman nodded

"Those who whisper to the trees, is the ideal translation, but yes, my sister and I created them as gardeners, their only function was to prepare the planet for the arrival of humans, when they died, they would become one with the forests they loved so much."

Hadrian looked at the woman with doubt in his face, and said

“The story goes that the children of the forest fought alongside the first men against the darkness, in the long night, eight thousand years ago”

"And it's true, what history doesn't tell you, is that the long night was born by the children of the forest," replied the woman, at the same time that Dumbledore's office was left behind, giving way to a beautiful meadow, with several small elves, with earthy skin and tabby eyes, who murmured to each other,  As they looked at a man, who was helpless and tied to a Heart Three

"A blood ritual, that rarely ends well," Hadrian sighed with annoyance at the stupid decision of the children of the forest

Hadrian watched disapprovingly as one of the small beings buried the obsidian dagger in the terrified man's chest, as his eyes began to turn blue

“A weapon, designed for fallen humans to rise and fight for them, breaking the delicate cycle between life and death”

Hadrian snorted and snapped

"Stupid and cowardly, necromancy is never the solution, I imagine this being got out of control," Hadrian spoke with certainty

Hadrian's answer came a second later, the inferi began to accumulate, animals, humans, giants, everything had to die and everything served to increase his army, in the end, the inevitable happened, the stupid children of the forest lost control of the being and he began to kill and resurrect uncontrollably

"In the past he was defeated and banished to the inhospitable lands of eternal winter, where he remains hidden until today, waiting, increasing his army," the woman reported, at the same time as they returned to the office

“As long as this being exists, the balance cannot be restored, I want your help, to find it and kill it”

Hadrian nodded, this "night king" seemed like a serious problem, so it posed a threat to his family

“Perfect!” shouted the woman, at the same time that the office began to burn slowly

"All my devotees are at your command, dispose of them as you wish and one last piece of advice, Valyria hides many dangers and many secrets, but it also possesses the answers you seek, explore its ruins, at your own risk"

And with those meaningful words, Hadrian left Dumbledore's office and returned to the temple, where he watched as all the believers in the church looked at him with devotion, prostrate with total submission before him

At the same time that Melisandre was screaming

"EVERYONE REJOICE, HUMBLE YOURSELVES AND BEG FORGIVENESS, FOR AZOR AHAI HAS RETURNED AND WITH HIS LIGHT WILL GUIDE US IN OUR CRUSADE TOWARDS THE GREAT OTHER!!”

Shouts and celebrations echoed throughout the temple, and Harry could only think of the fucking headaches this would bring for the future

He was getting too old for this

He would talk to the people of the temple to make some changes here, but that could wait, maybe at the end of the expedition he could spent a couple of days in Volantis to set things right

Chroyane was the priority and she had lost enough time

Looking at Melisandre, Hadrian ordered

"You will lead a battalion of priests, the most powerful and skilled in your order, I want them all present on the ship in the morning."

Melisandre nodded and replied with total submission

"As you order Azor Ahai, I will gather the most powerful and beautiful priestesses to please you in everything you desire" the redhead swore before running off to fulfill the will of her God

Harry just sighed, something telling him he didn't know what he was getting into

And he wasn't wrong

Myrlena Serentis, Sky Palace

Although she would never admit it, Myrlena was impressed

The journey to Albion had been short, a couple of days, and they had reached the seaside city of Sword Harbor, which, without being King Hadrian's main settlement, was already much better than what Myr ever was

However, as soon as the eyes of the widow Serentis fell on Albion, the breath left her

The Holy Albion, they called it, and she could understand why, was huge, with gigantic buildings, large streets and a lot of wealth, even the peasants dress and move likes nobles, it make her look like a peasant

Not counting the Sky Palace, the jewel in the crown, the one that sits on the clouds

And Myrlena's future home

When they arrived, all the widows were quite wary, they had been amazed by the lands of Albion, however, none had forgotten the reason for their visit to this place

Apparently, Queen Viserra had summoned all the sworn merchants to Albion, and as soon as they entered the throne room, they would begin to sell them like cows

The sky throne was everything Myrlena had imagined, powerful and terrifying, a reminder to all visitors of how insignificant they were in King Hadrian's eyes

And in it, Queen Viserra was surrounded by a large number of patriarchs and heirs, who, to the surprise of all women, looked much richer and more sophisticated than their former husbands, clean faces and slender bodies, with the most amazing clothes they all have ever seen

"Refugees from Myr, welcome, I hope your trip has been pleasant," the queen spoke politely

Myrlena nodded and thanked the queen,as was proper, soon, they began to talk about simple things, until they got to the main subject of the night

"Today, all the merchant families of our nation are presents, all rich, all powerful, all loyal, with promising heirs to ascend to the nobility in a few generations, your job is to convince them that you are worth of their attention, good luck," said the queen, while the widows and daughters began to mingle with the handsome and refined men, who were looking at them the same way they used to see a slave, however, for all of the widows and daughters, the notion of being married to such attractive specimens ceased to be so bad, apparently

"Myrlena Serentis, my husband informed me of your deal with him, from now on, you are a servant of the Potter house, and lady-in-waiting of the royal family."

Myrlena's clothes then changed, now a beautiful, luxurious and scandalous white silk dress that let her legs and breasts exposed, with elegant silver sandals and a large amount of jewelry adorning her body

she felt like a trophy, a pretty face for the enjoyment in the Dragon King Halls

"Come and sit at the foot of the throne, that will be your place from now on," ordered the queen with a firm voice, while looking at the proud and arrogant ladies selling themselves like whores, begging to take their daughters as wives while they will remained as concubines

And Myrlena obeyed, the queen's intentions were clear, she would end up being the royal whore of the dragon and her wives

Something she did not dislike as long as she maintained this luxurious lifestyle, and Hadrian, unlike her former husband was a fucking stud of o man

The night continues with normality, until a handsome young man, with blond hair and emerald eyes, dressed in exquisite and expensive green tunic with a silver cloak entered the throne room, it was evident that he was a noble and apparently a powerful one, his mere presence filled the throne room with power

and to Myrlena, he looks a little like King Hadrian

"Lord Damian Greengrass, representing Baroness Daphne and answering the summon of the Dragon Throne, my queen," reported the young man, as he knelt before the throne

Viserra nodded with a smile and replied, while making a hand gesture towards Myrlena's Daughter

"Nice to see you Damian, a birthday gift from Hadrian, enjoy her, from today on, she belongs to you" at the same time that the queen pointed to Myrlena's blushing but interested daughter who was stealing glances to the handsome Lord

The young man thanked her, at the same time that he began to circle around her daughter, looking at her as if she were a mare, at the same time that he moved a wooden stick around her, touching her with spider like moves, making her daughter shudders, not of fear

but of desire, and apparently, the handsome Lord like what he saw

"Good hips, beautiful and decent latent magic, my heirs will be powerful, I thank Emperor Hadrian for this detail, my queen, I will take good care of her."

and then, he moves his wand, around her daughter, a dress more conservative that hers, in the same colors of the young man, appears in her daughter body, at the same time the young man caress her face, makin her moan and lower her gaze

"Good girl" said the young man

The aforementioned Damian said goodbye to the queen, promising that he would return for tea after training his new woman for a while, then turned around and left, while her beloved daughter followed him with complete submission, without looking back, eager for the attention of the handsome young wizard

Saryla had her future assured, as did Myrlena, that was the important thing

"Myrlena come here, kneel at my feet and tell me the names of all the ladies present," ordered Queen Viserra

The woman blushed with embarrassment, but obeyed, sitting at the queen's feet and doing her bidding

The rest of the widows and maidens looked like little whores, offering themselves to the families who, less than a day ago, repudiated

And so, Myrlena obeyed, began to talk about each of the ladies and their daughters, giving information to the queen about her future subjects

"Albion is getting strong, that will please my husband," the queen reported with emotion, as she began to caress Myrlena's head softly

And the old widow might get used to the exquisite feeling, life in Albion would be more interesting than she expected

She could hardly wait for the king to return

She would wait for him anxiously and ready to please him, after all

Lewin Martell, Days Later, Near Chroyane

The Prince of Sunspear walked on the deck of the ship with mixed feelings, his eyes staring at the ruins of the ancient and glorious capital of the Rhoynar empire

"It is the nature of time, all empires believe that they will be eternal, but they all fall, sooner or later," the priestess in Hadrian's service spoke aloud

Lewin did not agree with the religion of the Red God, however, all help was good

Moreover, when they saw what awaited them

The city was huge, with large and tall towers in complete ruin, however, there was nothing out of the ordinary, at least for the moment

"Captain, activate the barrier, we will enter the city," Hadrian ordered, more serious than usual, looking at the ruins with a frown

Lewin watched as some sort of golden magic sphere surrounded the ship completely, at the same time as Hadrian shouted

"ATTENTION! ARCHERS READY," roared the king, to the concern of the dornish and the targaryens

In an instant, Lewin shuddered, feeling as if he was breaking through an invisible barrier and an incredible cold took over his body, the sun had gone and desolation invaded the prince's face

Corpses, hundreds even thousands, of the beautiful and majestic giant tortoises, the children of the River Goddess, dead, trapped in time, accompanied, surprisingly, by the bodies of huge dragons, similar in size to Vhagar, with wings at strange angles or broken necks, it was a desolate wasteland

However, it did not compare to the remains of the city, the enormous towers and buildings, which were once beautiful, were a mere inert shell of what they once were

"This is a cursed place," Baelon muttered, as he held Dark sister tightly, staring in fear at the imposing city

They had arrived, what mysteries and horrors awaited them in this desolate place

No one knew, but they would go to the last consequences to break the curse and if along the way, he had to give his life for that of his nieces and future descendants

So be it

The expedition in Chroyane had begun