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Aemon Targaryen, “Dragonstone”

Aemon walked along the beautiful beach, with his witches, arriving at huge, titanic doors, with two dragon heads that functioned as guardians

"The architecture is simply beautiful," said Fleur, looking obsessively at every detail of the castle

"I agree, even the palace of dawn in Nova Roma pales in comparison with this architecture," Rossana said, and Aemon saw with amusement that saying those words seemed to hurt the beautiful witch

As soon as Aemon approached the gate, the dragons' eyes lit up with a red light and the immense door began to open slowly, freeing the way to the castle

"Good luck, young prince," said both dragons, before they were completely inert

Aemon was unaware of how Daemon Targaryen had built all this, but he was really impressed and wanted to know the secrets of his ancestor

Calmly, Aemon and his six witches began to walk, crossing the long bridge across the rugged passage to the castle, which towered untamed and powerful over the island, it was dark, with purple aurora borealis dominating the sky while a dragon, Caraxes, Aemon assumed, was flying around the place

In a matter of seconds, the group was inside the fortress, it was a luxurious place, high and triangular corridors, with the Valyrian architecture so characteristic, with imposing stone warriors and dragon statues dominating each corridor, with dozens of Targaryen banners along the way

Lucretia looked around curiously

"It is evident that your family is quite proud my love" said the beautiful blonde with amusement, observing the various portraits, where remarkable Targaryen men and women were present

"Don't separate, if the trial is in the castle, it will be in one of two places, in the throne room or in the painted table room," said Aemon, wand in hand and totally alert, having the uncomfortable feeling that someone or something was watching him

All the witches nodded and stayed close to Aemon, even Rossana understood the tense situation, avoiding making annoying comments, at least for the moment

After several minutes and getting lost on more than one occasion, they arrived at the throne room

"Fuck," said Bhavani, at the same time that Tonks and Maria nodded

The throne of Dragonstone was carved on a huge rock belonging to the island, it was huge and irregular, commanding respect and even fear

However, what really alarmed the group is the being who was sitting on the throne

He wore black armor, with a helmet with a single horn on one side, his face was completely covered, revealing a single eye, which shone with a purple glow, the shoulders covered by an old crimson cloak

"You have arrived, as my master said you would," said the being, he had a mechanical voice, tired and reproachful in it

 Aemon looked at his witches, before stepping forward and intoning

"I am..." however, the being interrupted Jon, standing up

"Aemon Targaryen, "son" of Rhaegar, "prince" of Dragonstone," said the being, as he walked towards Jon dragging a heavy sword

The young Lord frowned and readied his wand to defend himself if necessary, and behind him, the six witches did the same

"Daring of you, to call yourself the prince of Dragonstone, when you have never set foot in these halls, when you have never learned the traditions of the glorious ancestors of House Targaryen, you call yourself a dragon, but on your shoulders I see a wolf's skin," said the being firmly, evidently judging Aemon with contempt

The young Lord frowned and replied fiercely

"You reproach things that were out of my control construct," he said calmly but evidently firm in his voice

The construct didn't respond, it just tilted its head to the side, looking at Jon silently

"My approval is irrelevant, it is my master's, the one you must earn," said the imposing being, at the same time that he hit the floor of the throne room with the tip of his sword, piercing the rock as if it were butter and generating waves that deformed the ground completely

“Hold on!” Jon shouted as he cast a spell towards the construct, without success, at the same time that Aemon and his witches were sucked to the ground, with an unknown direction

The young dragon felt totally disoriented, losing track of where he was, the feeling was terribly familiar the first time he used the Flu powders

And in an instant, everything stopped, leaving a dizzy Lord trying to pull himself together

“Is everyone ok?” Aemon asks with difficulty, standing up

However, he noticed something...

All of them were groaning after such a fall, but everyone look ok in his opinion

“That was terrible” said Fleur, looking around

Aemon was about to answer, when something else got his attention

A childish, feminine and familiar voice was singing softly and elegantly, to the rhythm of a beautiful harp melody

With difficulty, Aemon focused his gaze on the throne, where the vision he had threatened to overwhelm him

There, on one side of the throne, sitting in a comfortable chair, was his sister Rhaenys, singing softly with her eyes closed

And seated on the throne, one of the most controversial figures in the history of Westeros, loved by many and hated by others was present, playing a beautiful melody with his nimble fingers using an elegant harp

His father, the last dragon...

"Prince Rhaegar," Aemon whispered with mixed feelings

"Kepa again, I must practice for when I see Aemon again" said the little girl with determination on her face

"My little dragon again? We've been here all afternoon," said the prince with a smile, although it was evident that he was worried about something

“Again!” Rhaenys demanded, and with a smile, the prince began to play his harp again, it was a soft, melancholic and beautiful sound, while Rhaenys "sang" a song in high Valyrian

The image was... Strangely touching for Aemon for some reason

"Is he your father?" asked Fleur, looking at the scene with a small smile

Aemon nodded softly

"Yes, and she's my elder sister," said the young Lord, refusing to accept that that little ray of sunshine had been killed, he wouldn't let it happen

"He's very talented," Rossana said, looking at the scene and appreciating the sublime music

"It is said that his skill with the harp was unequaled, that she could even make even the maiden with the hardest heart to cry," said Aemon, with a smile, as she saw how Rhaenys closed her eyes and sang louder, completely surrendered to the moment

However, the touching scene was interrupted by an old man, dressed in a gray robe and a hideous hat, sweaty and frankly affected

Seeing this, the prince became quite alert, and said softly

"Rhaenys, why don't you go with Arthur to find Balerion? I'm sure he wants to learn to sing for Aemon too," said the prince

The young princess smiled radiantly and nodded

“What a good idea Kepa!” said the little ray of sunshine and ran away, being followed by the Dornish knight

“How is Elia?” asked the prince directly, concern evident in his voice

The old man sighed and replied

"The princess is safe and out of danger, your grace," said the man

Rhaegar sighed with relief and a small smile appeared on his face

"The little prince, on the other hand..." said the old man with hesitation in his voice

Rhaegar frowned and looked directly at the maester

"Prince Aegon did not survive, he was stillborn, suffocated inside the princess, the birth was difficult, Princess Elia cannot have more children, or she will die, my prince,” said the old man

"And it is a risk I am not willing to take," said the prince with fierceness in his voice, as he stood up and walked around the hall

"What are your orders?" asked the old man

The last dragon was silent for a while, until, directly, he answered

"Send a message to the capital, celebrating the birth of Prince Aegon, I'll take care of the details," said his father, with determination on his face

The old man, understanding the message, nodded softly

"Long live Prince Aegon," and then walked out of the throne room

Leaving a worried prince, lost in thought

And an Aemon, totally in shock

"But, this is impossible," he said over and over again, shaking his head

All the witches looked at him in surprise

"What do you mean, my love?" Lucrecia asked

“According to the story, Princess Elia, Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon were killed in the Red Keep, but if my brother was stillborn, what really happened that tragic night?” he asked aloud, while hope filled his mind

Suddenly, his father and the old man disappeared, and another young Valyrian took the throne, this time, unknown to Aemon

Beside him, there were two young nobles, one with golden hair and green eyes, and the other with black hair, a stocky body, and blue eyes

"You don't look happy about your wedding Aerys" said the young blond with curiosity in his voice

At that name, Aemon inhaled hard, recognizing who it was

His grandfather, the fucking mad king

Aerys Targaryen

However, at this moment, he looks normal and young

"Rhaella is very small Tywin, my father is an imbecile, if I consume the wedding, I will hurt her" said the prince, really worried about his sister, something unusual for Aemon

"But if you don't, you'll risk your father's fury," said the young lion

Aerys snorted and replied

"My father has little power, it is my grandfather Aegon who rules, don’t forget it, I will write a letter, the scandal will be great, but I prefer that to hurting my beloved sister" said the prince with determination

Then, looking at Tywin curiously, he asked

“How is your affair with Joanna going? Or is your father still a nuisance?” asked the prince

Tywin snorted and replied

"Not really, my father approves of the choice, but he's too weak to what he must with the Lords, he must put them in their place before it all gets too far."

At that moment, the young Baratheon snorted loudly, hitting both of them in the back quite hard with his heavy hands

“BAH stop talking about stupid things, everything will be fine, look at me! Happy marriage”

Aerys snorted and replied

"Cassandra is our age Steffon, you can fuck her at will without fear of hurting her, get everything ready, we will go to King's Landing in the morning, but I will send a crow to my grandfather, I am in time to cancel the wedding" said the prince with determination

Both Lords nodded and left the throne room, leaving the prince alone

"Who is he, my love?" said Bhavani

"My grandfather, when he was young," he said absentmindedly

Rossana looked at him with surprise

"The mad king? The one who committed atrocities everywhere? he seems quite sane to me” said the beautiful witch

And as if by magic, something in the environment changed

An old and oily voice, with amusement and fury I speak

"How sweet, your genuine concern for your sister's well-being, however, I will not allow you to ruin centuries of planning."

Prince Aerys became fully alert, at the same time he took the sword at his waist and screaming, looked around

"WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF” the fury more than evident in her voice

And then, a peculiar figure appeared, an old man, with a black robe made of crow feathers, of cetin skin and a red birthmark on his cheek

"Noble are your thoughts, young prince, yet I need the broken princess, so that everything turns out the right way."

"Who are you? AHHHHGHG” shouted the young prince as he put both hands to his head in total agony

"Noble, intelligent and with a future, although somewhat lazy, but nothing serious, I cannot allow you to flourish, much is at stake and I have wait for a long, long time"

Aerys had fallen to his knees, tears streaming out of his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes were out of focus

"You will marry the princess and fuck her day and night, until the last dragon comes into the world between fire and tragedy," ordered the mysterious old man

To the respect of Aemon and the witches, the prince stood up, and looked hatefully at the old spit.

"NEVER, GO AWAY, I ORDER YOU TO GET AWAY!" His grandfather screamed with hatred

Even the old man looked surprised

"Interesting, your will is strong, but it is useless, what it is a weak and useless Targaryen prince, against the Raven Lord" said the abominable being with a wicked smile

"YOU WILL BECOME AN ABOMINATION, AN ANIMAL IN THE SKIN OF A MAN, SO I HAVE DECREED"

The prince fell to his knees again, in evident agony, while holding his head, at the same time that a small glimpse of something appeared in the young prince's eyes

Madness

And then, the throne changed again

“¿What... what was that?” Maria asked trembling, the image of the terrifying old man engraved in her mind

"Problems" he said, while in his mind he asked Arrax

"Was that the raven Donna warned me about so much?" asked Aemon

His guardian simply said

“You know the answer”

Aemon sighed, he needed to know more

"I need to know more about the ocean of souls, if I want to protect myself from that being," said the young dragon

"Get out of this place alive, and then we'll talk," Arrax said with amusement

A moment later, the old man and his grandfather disappeared, causing the strange construct of the beginning to return

"I see fury in your face, I see fire, perhaps...There's a dragon inside you," conceded the strange being  

Aemon frowned and replied

“You have shown me the enemy of my family; did you expect passivity from my construct?” Aemon asked

At those words, the strange being answers

"Correction, I have shown you an enemy, the most dangerous yes, but not the only one, after all, you do not rule for three centuries without making enemies."

Afterwards, the construct looked at all the witches who accompanied him and nodded pleased

“Young, fertile and powerful, worthy mothers of the next generation of Targaryen princes and princesses”

Those words made everyone, without exception, blush completely, at the same time as Aemon nodded proudly

"They are, mighty and talented, the new generation of dragon lords will rule the heavens, and all that lies beneath them," said the young man firmly, increasing the shame and desire in all his witches

The construct nodded in pleasure, as he raised his sword and took up an attacking position

"A King must be steadfast, immobile in the face of adversity, while his queens support him with loyalty, you desire my master's ring, you covet his secrets and his power, prove to me that you are worthy of the legacy of House Targaryen"

When he finished speaking, the construct's sword lit up with red lightning, lethal and dangerous, although the classic black flames were absent, for some reason

Aemon readied his wand in one hand, illuminated with black flames and red lightning, while his free hand shone with a powerful, icy blue glow, Stark elemental magic primed and ready for fight

Aemon was about to fight alone, however, all his women stepped forward, wands ready and ready

Seeing Aemon's surprised face, Lucrecia responded firmly

"We are with you, we are a team" said the beautiful blonde, as well as Fleur, who was focused on the imposing rival

Rossana responded arrogantly

"I must lend my help; I don't trust these witches at all to protect you as you should."

Maria nodded and spoke

"My wand and body are yours, my prince"

Tonks simply said

“Let's kick this asshole’s butt”

Aemon smiled, before concentrating again

"Let's dance," Aemon ordered, releasing a powerful flare of Draconic magic and the construct towards its own with a powerful discharge of crimson lightning

The fight for the second ring had begun

Cho Chang, Wolf’s Den, Surrey

The portkey had left her and her mother on an imposing balcony, the place was beautiful, with a view of a spectacular crystalline lake, evidently magical

"Fix your dress and your hairstyle dear, you need to be perfect for Lord Potter" said her mother, while using her wand

Cho just rolled her eyes, but obeyed, the dress was beautiful with long sleeves and enchanted for winter, her loose, silky and straight hair, made her look spectacular

And yet, Cho was nervous

Harry had changed a lot

The shy and tender boy from Gryffindor was gone and Lord Potter had taken his place, straight back, impeccable clothes and a bearing that radiated pure power, Harry had become the most coveted wizard in the school

And when Lord Potter showed interest in her, Cho was quick to respond and share the news with her mother

This news came as a blessing, after the owner of his mother's premises in Diagon Alley demanded an increase in rent, asking for double what he had been paid for years

Although Cho expected nothing less from the disgusting Mulciber family, being honest

"Welcome," said a young and masculine voice, not exactly grave, but not high either

And then she saw him, Harry Potter, dressed in an elegant robe and a red half-shoulder cape, with the image of a lion on it

Cho and his mother bowed to Harry, as was proper

"Lord Potter, we appreciate the invitation," said the mature woman, still without looking up

"No need to bow, Mrs. Chang," Harry said with a smile, causing them both to look up

Cho couldn't help but blush at Harry's appearance, I don't know what Jon Stark was feeding him, but he would ask for the recipe to keep him in such good shape

At thirteen years old, the young Lord seemed to be at least fifteen, with a slender and agile body, he still had a bit of baby fat on his cheeks, but his high cheekbones and noble features were more than evident, next to him, were Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass, the future Potter witches, Susan looked at Cho with a kind smile, while Daphne did it in a naughty way

The young Ravenclaw couldn't help but blush, remembering the incident at Hogsmeade, and Harry's loud dominant spanking of the mischievous snake

Both witches wore the colors of the Potter house, the message more than clear

"We answer your call my lord" said Cho's mother with total submission in her voice

Harry just nodded and said

"There is nothing to worry about, I want to make a proposal, come with me," Harry ordered, at the same time as he turned and began to walk towards the castle

In an obedient manner, Cho and his mother followed them in total silence

"I heard you had problems with the Mulciber," Harry said casually, causing Cho and his mother to grimace

"Yes, the rent of the place was really high and even so, they demanded double without warning, although the pig insinuated that Cho and I could pay in another way," snapped the mature Mrs. Chang

"The Mulciber are losing galleons at an alarming rate, Stark businesses are eating up the market, since Jon launched the non-alcoholic version of Frost Wine, the sales of butterbeer, a business of the Mulciber, was on the floor, it is evident that they will desperately search for gold" said Lord Potter calmly

But it won't do much, Harry thought with amusement, knowing full well Jon's plans for that putrid family

Within minutes they arrived in an elegant living room, there was tea and snacks prepared for the occasion

"Take a seat," Harry ordered, doing the same, with Susan and Daphne by his side, looking regal and elegant, like the future Ladies they were

"I'll be brief, I'm rebuilding the Potter family and I want two things from you, the first is your talents in potions in the full service of my family, in exchange, obviously, for complete vassalage," Harry said firmly, looking at both women seriously and handing a scroll to Mrs. Chang

Cho watched as his mother read Harry's words with trembling hands, at the same time opening her eyes wider and wider

“Is... A generous offer my lord” said the woman with total submission in her voice

Harry just shrugged his shoulders

“You are a talented woman, the product is my creation, but I need a competent person who can take care of its production, what do you think?” Harry asked

"I will take care of everything my lord, and we gladly accept the proposal, thank you for your generosity," said his mother with determination

Harry looked at them with amusement, shared by Susan and Daphne, while also talking again

"Which brings us to the second point, Cho's future," Harry said matter-of-factly, stroking Daphne's leg calmly

“My future my lord?” Cho asked in a shy and hopeful voice, giving herself an idea of what Harry wanted

With a smile, the young Lord looked her straight in the eye and replied

"The process of solidifying and storing potions is delicate and a secret of the Potter house, I trust your mother's word and her integrity, but I will not take risks, you will take the concubine necklace of the Potter house and serve your lord, that way, I will ensure your mother's complete loyalty" Harry ordered with total tranquility and control of the situation

Because it was clear to Cho that the young Lion was not asking, he was simply informing them that, if they accepted the vassalage and protection of House Potter, which Cho was sure they would, Cho would wear the necklace of House Potter and serve Harry and his wives for the rest of her life

A more than attractive destiny in the opinion of the young witch

To Cho's amusement, her mother simply knelt in front of Harry and raised her hand, waiting for Lord Potter to begin the vassalage process

Harry stood, tall and imposing, stern-faced, at the same time as the Potter ring shone brightly, a golden ring with red runes and a central ruby, and without hesitation, he took Mrs. Chang's hand

A moment of silence, and a monstrous amount of magic flooded the hall, causing Cho to inhale hard, overwhelmed by the young Gryffindor's magical power

Cho's mother gasped as threads of magic emerged from Harry's ring, forming a simple ring around Cho's mother's hand, who was still overwhelmed by the amount of magic in the air

And a second later, Lord Potter, walked towards her, his beautiful emerald eyes shining with their own light, domineering and powerful, which made Cho feel insignificant and aroused in equals parts

Gently, Harry placed his hand on Cho's neck, at the same time as the ring glowed again, and threads of magic began to manifest, minutes later, a comfortable warmth appeared on Cho's neck, which quickly spread to the rest of her body 

A beautiful gold choker, with a red gem in the center, weighing enough to be a constant reminder that Cho was now a concubine of the Potter house

"Welcome," Harry said with a calm smile and eyes full of triumph

Cho knelt before Harry and said

"What are your orders, my Lord?" asked the young Ravenclaw

With naturalness and leadership, Harry milked

“Potter Castle will be ready by the end of the school year, your mother will leave the Diagon Alley premises today, I have already arranged for her to rent a small apartment from a family friend in Cranleigh, your mother will bring you your things, you will spend the rest of the holidays at the castle with us,  there are several things you need to learn before you go back to Hogwarts, you are part of the Potter-Black-Stark coalition, you are in the big leagues now" Harry said firmly, looking at Mrs. Chang, who simply stood up, bowed to Harry and proceeded to leave the room, understanding that the order had to be obeyed immediately

 Then, Harry grabbed Cho's neck and delicately brought the beautiful oriental witch closer to him, giving her a sensual kiss that stole the young Ravenclaw's breath, causing her legs to tremble and strange tickles to appear on her lower belly

"Susan and Daphne will show you your new room, I have something important to do, behave yourself and be a good girl for me" Harry ordered, at the same time that he gave Cho a loud spanking, eliciting an involuntary moan, to the witch's embarrassment

"As you order, my lord," Cho replied with a smile

Harry smiled and left the room

"Welcome to the family" Daphne whispered as she kissed Cho on the neck, making her swallow hard

"We have a lot to talk about, my dear," Susan said, as she led Cho to his new quarters for the rest of the holiday

The best day of my life, thought Ravenclaw

And the beginning of her adventure as a Potter witch, she thought with a smile