The white dragon - The Arcane Forge (Patreon)

Aemon Targaryen, Civita Fortis

The clan had welcomed him with open arms, although the atmosphere was still quite surreal, considering that Aemon was drinking the strongest wine he had ever tasted, from what he had been told, it was a baby spleen

He didn't know how to take such a statement sincerely

In front of him, sat Chief Elle, drinking from a huge horn which looked suspiciously similar to the horns of Arraxys, so it was possible that, once upon a time, it belonged to a Black Hebrid

A small detail that had not gone unnoticed by his dragon, if the constant growl of his familiar meant anything

"You have the bearing of your ancestors, although you are significantly more beautiful than them, HAHAHA, I guess the other family were good-looking sons of bitches," said the chief, taking a huge sip of her horn, which was the equivalent of two barrels of wine, much to Aemon's disbelief

“Have you been here for a long time? The ring of House Stark didn't mention anything about a clan of giants in these lands, are you vassals of my family?” Aemon asked as tactfully as possible, the last thing he needed was to provoke the eight-meter woman with a fucking axe trice his size

The beautiful woman laughed loudly and replied calmly

"Vassals not young Stark, like the tiny Goblins, the Jotun are linked to the covenant of the white oak, we are blood allies of the Starks, we fight, build and bleed side by side, as equals" the woman expressed calmly, being able to detect the real doubt in Aemon's voice

The young Lord just nodded, that made a lot of sense, but it kept leaving him with a plethora of questions

And apparently, Aemon was not able to disguise

"HAHAHA we Jotun have a huge connection with nature, the Old Gods gave us powerful magic" said the giant, while the tattoos on her arms began to glow and, to Jon's surprise, all the plants in the huge room began to grow with alarming speed, evidently it was Elle's work

The plants grew so large that the entire room was covered in vines, and while that was truly impressive, Aemon couldn't help but notice something in particular

Elle hadn't used a wand to do it

“How did you do that? You didn't use any Foci," asked the young Lord with obvious curiosity

Elle, for her part, simply smiled mysteriously

"Runic tattoos, invented by your ancestor and perfected by us, thanks to the arcane forge" said the beautiful giant, showing her arms, which, as she had said, were full of full runic tattoos, the Nordic inspiration was more than evident

"Fascinating," Aemon said with total sincerity, imagining the possibilities of being able to use magic without a wand, however, what really caught Aemon's attention was the second thing he mentioned

“Arcane Forge?” he asks curiously

Elle nodded, at this point somewhat drunk, while all around, the entire clan was partying with sincerely stupid amounts of Alcohol, Aemon came to the conclusion that her presence was only a pretext to drink

"Yes, we listen to the Earth and metal, we tune it with the forces of nature, imbuing them with fantastic abilities, for example, this axe," said Elle, taking out her terrifying weapon and placing it on the huge table

Seeing it so closely, Aemon could not help but admire the incredible mastery with which it was made, the metal was pristine, the runes perfectly constructed, it radiated a colossal magical power that made Aemon shudder

"Its name in your language is Winter Fang, a weapon that was forged in the heart of this mountain, thousands of years ago, for the first of our clan Laufey the Mighty, it is inherited from chief to chief, it is a great honor to be able to carry it" said the giantess with evident pride

And Aemon could understand her, it was a magnificent weapon, worthy of the queen of the Jotun

And then, a crazy idea began to fly in Aemon's head, looking at the beautiful giant, who was still drinking wine, he asked

“Would it be possible to visit this arcane forge?” he asked politely, causing Elle to look at him in amazement and approval

“Sure! HAHA it's your right as Stark, that's where your ancestor forged Gungnir, I want to see what work of art the forge creates for you” said the redhead with emotion, standing up and taking Aemon with one of her huge hands as if he were a small puppy, to his embarrassment

"BROTHERS AND SISTERS! A STARK WILL USE THE ARCANE FORGE! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FIVE HUNDRED YEARS!” he shouted, raising his horn and causing all the giants in the huge hall to shout in jubilation

And without waiting for an answer, Elle took her axe, at the same time that a kind of tornado of leaves covered her body and Aemon's, the magic was similar to the tree portal that Aemon used to move in the Stark grounds, although a little more... wild and uncontrolled

Less refined

In an instant, leaving the comfortable and colossal living room behind, Aemon found himself face to face with a simply breathtaking vision

"Welcome to the Arcane Forge, little Lord" Elle said, pointing to the colossal structure, so huge that even Elle, who was eight meters tall, seemed insignificant

The forge was a kind of furnace pool that was born from the heart of the mountain, rivers of lava on each side fed a central pool of magma, which seemed to beat with a life of its own, the black stone and multicolored crystals gave it an appearance as imposing as terrifying and, in the center, among the flames, A female silhouette could be seen, huge, evidently distracted

At least, until Elle's loud voice screamed

"MY LADY! A STARK REQUESTS THE SERVICES OF YOUR FORGE!” shouted the redhead, alerting Aemon

The silhouette focused its fuzzy face directly on Aemon and Elle, and simply leaned towards them, though the young Lord was unable to identify her face

"I can see him, Elle," said the female voice that exuded unparalleled power, as she analyzed Aemon from head to toe 

"Curious, your power is enormous, I see... The primordial flame of the winged elders roars loudly inside you, even in that human body, your heart is that of a dragon, very interesting,” said the female voice

Aemon swallowed hard and stepped forward, ready to introduce himself

"My name is Aemon Targaryen, Son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, Lord of Wolf's Den," he said calmly

"A pleasure, Aemon Targaryen, although such a surname, is irrelevant in this place, what gives you the right to stand in front of me, is your mother's blood, I am the Lady of the Forge" he said calmly and elegantly

Then the Lady returned to her former occupation and simply asked 

“What brings you to my cave Lord Stark?”

Aemon swallowed hard and said

"Curiosity, in my talks with Chief Elle, I could observe her wonderful axe, and when I asked about the origin, your forge was mentioned," Aemon confessed calmly

The Lady was silent for a long time, focused on her activity, and Aemon had no intention of rushing her, he kept admiring the place, it was simply incredible

A Powerful Magic Nexus

"I see, I haven't seen a Stark since Artos Stark sacrificed himself to isolate the Stark Lands from the rest of the island, giving all the magical creatures of these lands a safe place to thrive, a great sacrifice, a glorious destiny for a noble goal," said the female voice, focusing on Aemon again

"I forged Gungnir and Mjölnir for your ancestor, a weapon for the Lord of the castle and his heir, the last we heard from Lord Lorian was his long pilgrimage in the Baltic fjords of the east" said the woman, shaking her head

"However, you are not a simple Lord, no, you are a king and what you request is the weapon of a monarch," said the Lady, at the same time that an obsidian bridge rose from the huge lava lake, directly into the heart of the forge

"Follow in the footsteps of your ancestor, and enter my flames, but I warn you, nothing in this life is free, forging Gungnir cost Lorian an eye, and that spear was the weapon of a Lord, are you willing to pay the price for the weapon of a King?" challenged the Lady

Aemon simply stared at the flames with intensity; while hardening his nerves, he knew his response

Inhaling forcefully, and decisively, Aemon Targaryen made his way into the powerful flames, losing himself in them

“GOOD LUCK!” Elle shouted, although Aemon did not answer, too overwhelmed with the feeling of all the magic of the forge in his being

"Let's begin," said the Lady, Aemon inhaled hard

And everything went black

Harry Potter, Potter Manor, Cranleigh

"It's beautiful," Susan said in amazement, watching the final details of the new Potter Manor

Harry just nodded, overwhelmed by what he saw

This was his home, where in a few years he would form a huge family, near Jon and Clarissa

"It's perfect my Lord, a home worthy of a Lord Potter," said Daphne

"It's your home too, Daphne," Harry said calmly, drawing a radiant smile from the beautiful Slytherin

Within seconds, a goblin walked towards Harry, he had several papers in his hands

"Lord Potter, custom-made as ordered, with all the additions, including all the extra space in the basement, the set of wards is prepared, they are not like Hogwarts or Wolf's Den, but the place will be practically impenetrable," said the goblin in a hoarse voice

Harry nodded and said

“Excellent, were the requested additions to the land considered?” asked the young Lord Potter

The goblin nodded, handing Harry another folder

“Yes, the fields are fertilized and prepared for your workers, as are the buildings requested, any other questions?” said the goblin

Harry just shook his head and thanked him, causing the Gringotts representative to nod and disappear, leaving Harry in his new home

"It's time," said the young lion longingly, as he walked through the main entrance

The mansion was huge, English style, evidently, five stories, a central section and the east and west wings, the entrance was adorned by a beautiful garden full of lilies, with an incredible willow tree in the center, which moved slowly, as if dancing softly

It was just beautiful

"I can't wait to bring Cho and Hermione with us," Susan said, with a face full of mischief

Harry just snorted, to be honest, he also wished that would happen, his relationship with Hermione had increased in intensity, Harry still remembered that afternoon at Hogwarts

When Hermione Granger had officially accepted the necklace of the Potter house

Flashback

"And that's the most important thing if we want to face a Bogart," said the beautiful young woman, looking at Harry longingly, hoping for the constant approval she needed

And Harry had no problem giving it to her

"Excellent work Hermione, good girl" he said, really pleased, although seeing how his beautiful friend shuddered and lowered her gaze with a smile was reward enough

"Do you need anything else, Harry?" she asked, putting all her attention on the young Lord, ready to do anything to please him

And for Harry, the time had come

"Yes, there's something else," he said, standing up and turning his back to Hermione, as he walked slowly to a comfortable armchair

Of course, Hermione had done the same thing, putting away all the books and walking towards Harry quickly, unconsciously, always staying behind him

"No matter the subject or even if it's a complicated subject, I can look into it for you, I won't let you down, I promise you..." However, Hermione was silenced by a finger from Harry on her lips

Without saying anything, Harry separated his finger from her lips, but Hermione did not speak again, only watching as the young Lord Potter took a seat on the comfortable sofa

By inertia, Hermione knelt at his feet, resting her head on Harry's lap, while he calmly massaged her hair, drawing sighs of pleasure from the young Granger

"Good girl," Harry said approvingly, causing Hermione, who was totally relaxed, to answer without thinking

“Your good girl and no one else's” still with her eyes closed and lost in the incredible sensations, inhaling the exquisite masculine essence of her best friend and not so secret crush

At those words, Harry waved his hand and grabbed Hermione's curly mane firmly, forcing the kneeling witch to look him in the eye

The young Lord used considerable strength, so watching the naughty young woman roll her eyes and moan loudly was like an elixir to him

Hermione was his, she always had been and all that remained was to make it official and put the Potter house concubine collar on her

And the time had come, right here, right now

"Are you sure of those words, Hermione? if so, I want you to show me how good a girl you are to me," Harry said in a tone full of seduction, exerting all his magical force on Hermione, who, although she was brilliant academically, was not particularly powerful

Hermione just moaned and said

"Whatever you wish Harry, I'm yours, I swear." The despair on her face was ecstasy to the young Lord, the Potter magic purred with pleasure, to know that such a brilliant witch would wear the family necklace

And without saying a word, Harry wore his Lord's ring and invoked the necklace, elegant and small, made of red leather and a golden medallion

"You're brilliant, you know what this is and, what it will mean for you to wear it, think about it, there will be no going back," Harry said

And to his satisfaction, Hermione didn't hesitate, she instantly took the necklace and placed it on her elegant and beautiful neck, sighing as she felt the magic of both Harry and the Potter family cover her

"There's nothing to think about, I'm yours and no one else's," Hermione said with a radiant and sultry smile, something reserved only for him

Harry picked her up and began to kiss her madly, the magic of both exploded instantly, finally complete

Harry had claimed his second concubine, however, something told him that she would not be the last

And that something was right

Flashback end

Upon entering the place, Harry couldn't help but smile, although a part of him was quite melancholy

“The place is beautiful, but... feels empty” confessed Harry

There were no memories, Harry hadn't run through these corridors escaping from his parents when he was little, he didn't have an older or younger brother to mischief with, he was alone

The last of the Potters... thought the young Leon

At least until his depressive thoughts were interrupted by a pair of soft, feminine hands

Susan and Daphne looked at him with eyes full of compassion, somehow, being able to understand what was going through the young Lord's mind

"It will be a home Harry, ours, with the future Potters, half a dozen," Susan said with a smile and her blue glazed eyes

Daphne just blurted out and said

"A dozen you mean, our beloved Lord is quite passionate and virile, we both know that," Daphne said with a seductive tone

Harry just smiled, he couldn't change the past, that was out of his hands

However, the future was within his reach, and that family that he wanted so much was getting closer and closer, with his Ladies, his sister Clarissa, his godfather Sirius and above all

His brother Jon, to whom Harry owed so much, one of these days had to thank him for having changed his life so radically

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Susan's voice

“Are you ready for the Quidditch World Cup my Lord? There are rumors that Ireland is the favorite this year," Susan said

Harry looked at her with a smile and said

"Yes, Sirius has a private box, the whole alliance will be present, it's an important event and we must be seen," Harry said with amusement

Daphne snorted at that and Harry continues

"It is evident that Fudge will do everything possible to please Sirius, his own skin is at stake, what do we know about the stupid witch who wanted to arrest Professor Lupin?" Harry asked seriously

Susan and Daphne looked at each other

"Not much, Fudge sent her to Albania to disappear from the public eye for a while, that's the only thing my father said about it," Daphne confessed

Harry nodded calmly, although his instinct was still alert, for some reason, the mention of that horrendous woman made his hair stand on end and he didn't understand the reason

Susan intervened when she saw that the atmosphere was becoming somber

"Let's not think about those things, we have the whole mansion to explore, let's go!” said the redhead and without waiting for an answer, she began to run through the corridors of what, in the future, would be the home of the Potters for generations to come

None of the three could imagine that the twists of fate are unexpected, and that things don't go according to plan

Fate had bigger things in mind for the Potter house

A Rock... in a distant kingdom, snatched from a pride of dying golden lions

Whose roar would be drowned out under the sands of relentless time