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Aemon Targaryen, Wolf’ Den

"Anything you need you can ask Nerea, Chiara or Penny, they will take care of everything, you are in charge" said Aemon, as he finished adjusting his travel cloak and his witches prepared everything for the expedition

Harry nodded solemnly

"You can trust me, I'll stop Clarissa and Sirius from tearing down the castle, I promise."

Sirius, who was present at the time, simply raised an eyebrow and spoke

“Why is the little thirteen-year-old brat in charge?” asked the Lord of the Black house

Aemon looked the immature dead man in the eye and replied

“Because he is the most responsible of the three”

At those words both Sirius and Clarissa laughed without a hint of shame

Aemon just shook his head, it's amazing that this immature man fought with such magical skill and was able to use lethal Black magic

"Very interesting meeting, but can we go?" said Rossana, dressed in an elegant enchanted combat robe, separated from the rest of Jon's witches

"Silence," Jon said firmly, returning his gaze to Clarissa and Harry

“If something happens, you know what to do”

Clarrisa nodded and replied

“a head-enlarging curse all over the face” in total seriousness

Harry and Aemon looked at the little girl in disbelief, while Sirius looked at her proudly

Harry sighed and replied

“Call Madame Bones”

Aemon nodded and hugged his siblings, before boarding the boat that would take them to the islands

It was of a medium size, a creation of Gringotts, capable of becoming invisible and flying through the air, silver in color and white sails, a work of art

And Jon's home during his visit to the cursed islands in the North Sea

As he approached his witches, he asked

"Do we take everything?"

They all nodded and Lucrecia responded

"Yes, my dear, food, potions and magical defenses, prepared for any eventuality," said the Malfoy maiden, dressed in a white robe with black details, of excellent quality, but obviously inferior to the one Rossana was wearing

And speaking of the Rossana...

"My father sent you this, as we agreed, everything we know about the liberator and his Personal Diary, perhaps you, can better understand the context of some of the cursed thing" Rossana said with a complicated tone of voice, it was evident that there was respect and submission towards Aemon, but there was also rebellion and arrogance

The young Lord nodded and took the small chest, evidently delighted, and climbed into the ship, which was slowly rising, until it was lost in the clouds

“It will take us about five hours to get to the islands; do you want to check the documents?” Rossana asked, completely ignoring the rest of the witches

Something that Aemon would have to correct and fast

"We'll check them all," he said firmly, and although it was evident that the maid Vallens wanted to answer, she stifled her words and nodded submissively

With a simple gesture, and in the tranquility of the heavens, everyone began to read the volumes, Jon began, evidently with the most important one, it had no name or title, just a simple leather paste and a paragraph in Valyrian

-Log number 1-

And Jon began to read

-July 1, 1787-

Or at least, that's what the stranger said to whoever I asked about the fucking date in this strange land, apparently the Gods don't consider me to have suffered enough, maybe my lack of devotion in Westeros is being punished, although for divine punishment, this place isn't too bad

I still remember it, the flames, the shrieks of pain, the stupidity and pride of the members of our house and our final skirmish over the waters of the God’s Eyes, I can only hope that the death of the kin-slayer has given my wife the opportunity to triumph and rule, although something makes me believe that I will never know

These lands, so similar and so different from my home, I still remember my last moments, calm, just a calm that I had never felt before and then...

I just woke up here, lost and alone, the reason? I ignore it and frankly I don't care

If the Gods want something from me, I hope they're clear, at this point, I'm more interested in finding a tight young cunt to fuck

Maybe I will...

Everything was written in High Valyrian and with exquisite handwriting, however, that was far from Jon's mind, the clues were clear, about who this diary belonged to

The rogue prince, the king consort, brother of Viserys I and Husband of Rhaenyra I

"Daemon Targaryen," the young dragon exclaimed firmly, to the surprise of all the witches present

Rossana looked at Jon quickly, desire in her face

“What did you say?”

Aemon simply ignored her, placing his hand on the front page of the old thing

"Daemon Targaryen" he intoned again, and this time, something happened

The diary, to everyone's disbelief, was lit in powerful black flames, at the same time that, on the cover, a familiar symbol, the three-headed dragon appeared

The coat of arms of the Targaryen house, at the same time, a curious title appeared

-Experiences and memories of Prince Daemon Targaryen-

And before everyone's incredulous gaze, the rest of the blank pages filled up quickly, there were memories, memories, spells, similar to a small grimoire

"Incredible," Rossana said, at the same time trying to touch the book, eager to see what was inside

However...

As soon as she picked up the object, against Jon's will, red lightning bolts passed through her body, evidently designed to infuse pain without permanent damage

A cry of pain and agony sent the arrogant witch to the ground and forced her to drop the diary, which, on its own, flew back to an innocent landing in front of Aemon

The rest of the witches laughed under their breath at the misfortune of the Italian witch; however, a firm look from Jon silenced them instantly and they all lowered their gaze, understanding the message

"That wasn't smart," Aemon said, at the same time, using his wand, he levitated Rossana's body back to her chair

To the witch's credit, she quickly pulled herself together and looked at Jon with conflicted eyes

“What the hell was that?” she wonders

Aemon shrugged his shoulders and replied

“You touched a grimoire without authorization from your Lord, what did you think was going to happen?” said the young dragon as if Rossana was stupid

The witch frowned and replied

"I didn't know it was a grimoire, no one in my family knew, for us it was always a worthless relic, interesting but useless," he said

Aemon shook his head and picking up the book, began to speak

"I have discovered the name of the liberator, Daemon Targaryen, one of my ancestors," said the young Lord

At those words, all the witches looked at him curiously, with the exception of Fleur and Rosanna for obvious reasons

"It's a powerful name," Rossana said approvingly

"He was a powerful man, rider of the mighty Caraxes the Bloodwyrm, supreme commander of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen's army in the dance of the dragons," Aemon said, lost in thought

The witches snorted and Tonks asked

“The dance of the dragons?” the fun more than evident in her voice

Aemon glared at her, causing little Nymph to look down in embarrassment

The Dance of the Dragons was a conflict of almost two hundred years ago, pitting two siblings, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, firstborn of King Viserys, against her half-brother Aegon, the first male child of the monarch, both with armies, both with fleets and both with dragon riders, it was the bloodiest and most raw battle of the Targaryen dynasty,  which left it extremely weakened, going from more than ten riders and twenty adult dragons, to practically two princes of less than ten years old and the complete extinction of the dragons” Aemon said in a somber way

"Until now," Lucrecia recalled with superiority

Aemon smiled at the first of his witches and nodded, at the same time as he continued reading

The book was quite interesting, talking about the experiences of Daemon Targaryen, the awakening of his magical gifts, his travels and his love affairs

A lot of them, there was a complete page dedicated to an amazing orgy he has in Greece, with twenty witches and ten wizards…

And then...

-January 12, 1788-

They are Valyrian, they have to be, I can't find any other explanation

Beautiful women, with a burning inner fire, not so much as a dragon, but with strength to spare, silver hair and blue eyes, being hunted and branded like cattle by these inferior beings

I will not allow it, and if I have to exterminate every last of these pathetic "noble" families

So be it

They will be free and powerful, excellent vassals for my successor, the one who will come after, as the old cunts of the Forest and Rivers told me a couple of months ago

As he finished speaking, Aemon looked at Fleur, who looked at the book with devotion, as if at any moment he would kneel before what was written there

"The following talks about how the actions had consequences, noble families were extinguished by dragon fire, without any mercy, typical of Daemon Targaryen," Aemon said while shaking his head

Lucretia nodded and replied

"It makes sense, Armand Malfoy, my ancestor, escaped from France, fleeing from the liberator, they called him a coward, however, he was one of the few magical families of the time that survived," said Lucrecia

Aemon nodded and continued reading

"He talks about the construction of Topaz Island, and the weekly orgies he had with his Veela, apparently, absolutely all of them were fucked and impregnated by him, during the five years he lived on the island" Aemon said shaking his head

"A feat that you will repeat my love," said Fleur with crazed eyes, lost in her crazy fantasy on Topaz Island

Aemon shook his head and continued, coming to something important

-December 4, 1820-

Everything is ready

The time with the Veela was fun, they are organized and strong, the temple of blood is prepared, just like the catacomb of fire of the Hebrides, I will prepare the last test before returning to the Cradle, my end is near, I can feel it, I must make preparations

I will leave this Diary for you, Aemon, hidden in plain sight, in the care of one of my recurring lovers, she calls herself a princess, but moans like any slut when I fuck her, a contradiction to which I enjoy subjecting her, however, her family is important and will be in charge of guarding the entrance to the mausoleum and even if she tries to hide it,  she has a little son of mine inside her, she thinks she's cunning, she wants the Targaryen secrets for her family, but I'll see to it that doesn't happen

Just a prince of the Blood with get the knowledge and secrets I had hoarded all this time

Fire and Blood

"That's the last page," said Aemon, as he closed the grimoire, there was more to read, but he would do it another time

Lucrecia looked at Rossana with amusement

"Apparently, being a Dragon Lord's whores is a family thing," said the Malfoy maiden, enjoying the revelation with extreme pleasure

Rossana was about to answer, standing up and preparing her wand to cast a spell on Lucrecia

When Aemon, with a simple word and focusing all his magic on Rossana, spoke

"Enough," he said firmly and powerfully, focusing all his magic on Rossana's body

Just like in the auction, the beautiful young woman tried to answer, however, Aemon had trained and strengthened both his magic and body non-stop since the auction 

So, although admirable, the young woman's effort was totally useless

Rossana, overwhelmed by Aemon's magic, simply lowered her gaze and wand, while kneeling before the young dragon, defeated and subdued

"Behave, we're going to a dangerous place, we'll lean on each other and come out of this unscathed, understand?" Aemon said, looking at Rossana and the rest of the witches

They all nodded their eyes down, without exception, no one wanted to challenge the dragon prince, after all

"Let's continue," ordered the young Lord

The rest of the trip was lived in an awkward silence; it was evident that Aemon was tense and they did not want to bother him

"Let's stick to the plan, according to the ring, the second trial is located in a volcano on the islands, enchant all the robes with Stark runes, nothing less than a super nova will hurt us,” said the young Lord

All the witches nodded, Jon had a good feeling of this trip, he was sure that whatever he was going to find would be something truly extraordinary

He was not wrong

Rossana Vallens, Hebrides Islands, Hours Later 

"Nothing yet?" she asked annoyed

Aemon shook his head

"The ring does not react, we only have one island left, the most remote and dangerous, where the Hebrid Blacks are supposed to nest a century ago" Aemon said as he looked towards the ocean, in the direction of the last island

"We can rest today and continue looking tomorrow," Lucrecia said with evident tiredness in her voice

However, Aemon shook his head

"It's close, I can feel it," said Aemon, just as his ring began to warm gently on his hand, emitting a deep red glow, like blood

Rossana looked at him with interest, as in the ocean, something incredible was happening

A volcano slowly appeared in a red glow, made of black rock and lava redder than usual

"That volcano is not natural," Bhavani said

And Rossana agreed with her, it was evident that it was a construct, a product of Targaryen magic

Just thinking about it made her shudder and heated her pussy, how much power did you have to possess to be able to create such a colossal structure? As a simple test

It was evident that these Dragon Lords played in totally different leagues

"Land at the foot of the volcano," Aemon ordered, while looking with interest at the island

The ship began to levitate slowly downwards, at the same time that everyone was preparing for the expedition

Portkeys, Wands, Potions, and Runic Defenses

When they were all ready, they waited for Jon's order, who looked at the island solemnly, the atmosphere was warm, something strange, considering the geographical location of the island, with a fairly powerful sulfur aroma, the island was practically empty, without trees and scarce vegetation, a set of rocks and the imposing volcano dominating everything

With an elegant wand flick, which spoke of her future husband's growing magical ability, Rossana watched as Aermon enlarged a smaller, more compact ship, it was silver with metal wings, evidently designed to be fast and go unnoticed, a tool of exploration

"Come on," Aemon ordered, as he climbed into the curious vehicle

"You know, if you want to sell these wonders, there is a big market in Nova Roma" Rossana said sincerely, many people would pay for this wonderful invention

"Then it wouldn't be unique," Aemon replied calmly and Rossana couldn't help but agree with him

The ascent was fast, the island was completely empty, as was the crater of the volcano, where, instead of finding lava or volcanic rock,

They found an entrance

Designed like the head of a colossal dragon, with lava flows and black steel braziers

And in the center of the volcano, carved into a huge rock, was the three-headed dragon, the one that his great-great-grandmother talked about so much in her diaries

One that, honestly, had no meaning to her

However, Aemon looked at him with a frown and a determined look, evidently aware of its meaning

Rossana watched as he bent down, running his hand over the boiling stone, without any difficulty

A stupid gesture in her opinion, but after the affair on the boat, she wouldn't be so stupid as to contradict her future husband

"Come on," he ordered, at the same time that he stood up and began to walk towards the dragon's head

It was huge and skeletal, with symmetrical braziers and the entrance sealed by a huge black rock, filled with inert Runes

“Now what?” Rossana asked, as she looked around, feeling like she was watching for some reason

"Now, Fire..." said Aemon, at the same time that his hand was enveloped in a black flame and, to the alarm of all witches, he took out his wand and threw a faint diffindo into the palm of his hand

"And Blood," he finished, at the same time as he placed the palm of his hand on the huge rock

The runes lit up a deep red, the magic so wild and powerful that it felt almost alive

Rossana and the rest of the witches watched as the huge rock opened, giving way to immense descending stairs, and little by little, the braziers began to light up, marking the way

Dramatic and ostentatious, this Daemon Targaryen, thought the beautiful Italian maiden

"Come on," Aemon ordered, at the same time that, with total determination, he entered the cave

The witches looked at each other, it was evident that they felt some suspicion, but they trusted Jon, so they followed in his footsteps with determination

The stairs were totally huge, with high ceilings

"This was not built thinking only of people," said Maria, wand in hand

And Rossana couldn't help but agree with her

After almost an hour of descent, they arrived at a cavern, it was huge, with volcanic stone and obsidian, rivers of lava formed a huge length of magma where a colossal with a platform made of black stone, with hundreds of runes written on it

Rossana expected to find books, knowledge, something, however, the only thing they found was a huge rock carved with the image of an unknown castle

And that's it

And while Rossana saw the rest of the witches, all equally confused

Aemon walked towards the rock, amazement in his eyes as he stretched out his hand

Rossana was able to hear how he whispered a word

“Dragonstone”

And it happened...

The rock lit up, a crimson glow flooded Rossana's eyes, blinding her for an instant at the same time that a powerful magic was manifesting

And when she opened her eyes, they were no longer in the cave, but on an island, the castle carved into the Rock now dominated the entire landscape, imposing and powerful, made of black rock and dragon statues so exquisite that they surpassed anything she had seen before

"Where are we?" asked Fleur, standing up, looking around suspiciously

"This is Dragonstone, the ancestral fortress of House Targaryen," said Aemon, looking up at the heavens

At the same time a terrifying shriek was present

A huge dragon, four times larger than the largest of the Iron Belly that Rossana has ever seen, with red scales and a serpentine shape flew placidly over the castle, demonstrating its supremacy over the place

"Wands up," Jon ordered, and they all obeyed

The test to obtain the second ring was just beginning