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Harrys Potter, Potter Tent – close to Oldtown

“He’s beautiful,” Egg whispered, staring at Arion in open awe.

“He is—but don’t say it out loud, you’ll inflate his ego,” Harrys replied with amusement, watching as the young prince’s admiration made his companion spread his wings and assume a proud, elegant posture.

Harrys observed with quiet amusement as the boy’s face filled with longing. His gaze shifted between Arion and Harrys, his expression twisting with uncertainty, as if he wished to ask something but didn’t quite know how.

“Something on your mind, whelp?” Harrys asked, giving him the space to gather his thoughts.

Egg looked at Arion once more before focusing on Harrys.

“How… how does it feel to fly, my lord?” he asked, his eyes shining with that rare innocence only a child could possess.

Harrys was surprised. Truthfully, he had been ready to politely deny Aegon’s request to ride Arion—but it seemed the young prince had more sense than he appeared to.

“It’s… exhilarating. Everything feels insignificant—earthly concerns simply stop mattering,” he answered honestly.

Egg nodded slowly, lost in thought.

“When I learned about the magic of House Potter, my first thought went to the dragons of old. I imagined their return… their rise once more. I could see it so clearly,” he murmured, his honesty disarming. Harrys let him speak. It was… unusual for a prince—especially one so young—to be this introspective.

“But then Lady Lily scolded me. Her voice was full of reason and firmness. I realized magic was real, and I hadn’t thought about the people… about how to make Westeros a better place. I only thought about… dragons. And not even as a majestic race returning, but as something that made us different from others—children of Old Valyria. Dragonlords,” Aegon admitted with a quiet huff before looking at Harrys again.

“How can you be a Dragonlord without a dragon?”

Harrys didn’t answer.

A third voice did.

“You can’t. We are not Dragonlords, Aegon. Not anymore. We are princes of the realm—something very different.”

Valarr’s voice drew their attention. Both Harrys and Egg turned to see the son of Prince Baelor approaching, still clad in his travel attire. Like every Targaryen present, his gaze was fixed entirely on Arion—not with envy, but with genuine admiration.

“He’s magnificent,” he said plainly.

Arion rose onto his hind legs, displaying his imposing frame—at least thrice the size of a warhorse—posing for the princes.

Harrys rolled his eyes at his companion’s theatrics.

“You caused quite a commotion among the royal procession, Harrys. My father and Uncle Maekar argued the entire way about these beautiful creatures, about the fact that now the skies belong to the Potters. I imagine that was the message you wanted to send,” Valarr said frankly, his eyes fixed on Arion.

Harrys did not respond, it was not necessary, both knew that Valarr’s words were true.

“We will be in Oldtown for a couple of days, the first to rest and the second so that my uncle Maekar can visit cousin Aemon at the Citadel, after that we will continue our journey to Sunspear,” the prince informed, making Harrys frown and snort.

“Where is your father?” Harrys asked, changing the subject and avoiding thinking about the inevitable arrival to Sunspear and to her.

He would prefer to fly directly to King’s Landing, but being in Sunspear was perfect for his plans, he could sneak away at night and fly to the Stepstones to explore and delimit the terrain, if he wanted them to work as his starting point of conquest, he had to become very familiar with them.

Dealing with the hypocrisies and excuses of Daenerys Martell would be a necessary inconvenience it seemed.

With Sharp Point now under his control, Harrys would finally have what he lacked to begin his plan.

Lands with access to the sea and therefore, the necessary space to build his fleet.

Harrys’ childhood had always been full of love and support from his beloved mother, but he always had certain… difficulties, more with regard to magic.

His mother, ever since he could remember and had begun to manifest magic, was blunt and firm with her words, magic was a Potter secret and no one could find out, Harrys grew up with that philosophy, maturing, becoming increasingly more skilled and powerful in the secrets of magic, even surpassing his mother in arcane prowess and skill.

At seventeen years of age, he took full possession of everything his father had prepared for him, the family grimoires, the enchanted trunks filled with arcane knowledge that his mother could not access, since they were reserved for those with Potter blood.

That his mother broke that same rule years later is something that still sting him, and probably won't forget, he is going to be more cautious with her from now on.

She had made her choice very clear after all, and it was Baelor Targaryen, not the Potter family.

She will have to live with the consequences.

Harrys was about to respond, when Ser Donnel made his presence known.

“My prince, my lord, Prince Baelor requests the presence of both of you in the White Room as soon as possible,” said the knight, making both of them frown.

“Is everything in order, Ser?” Valarr asked, giving the knight his full attention, who sighed and replied.

“I do not know, my prince, I only know that Lady Lily was examining Princess Kiera, and that Prince Baelor summoned you both.”

At those words, Valarr became fully alert, his face transforming, filling with determination and concern.

Harrys simply took his shoulder firmly and said.

“Calm yourself, and let us go see what is happening,” he said with sympathy, making Valarr sigh and nod.

Harrys left Arion under the care of his guards, not wishing for little Egg to do something stupid like trying to mount him, and Valarr and he began to walk toward where their parents were.

“Do you think Kiera is alright?” the prince asked with evident concern.

Harrys frowned and answered calmly.

“I do not know, but we are going to find out,” and both walked in silence toward their destination.

The other Kingsguard, whose name Harrys did not bother to remember, inclined his head toward Valarr in respect, while directing an icy look toward Harrys, hatred and resentment more than evident in his gaze, no doubt the result of Lord Potter’s actions during Duncan’s trial.

Though he did not give it much importance, he had more important things to do.

Upon entering the White Room, Harrys saw his mother Lily moving her wand with total concentration, her face full of determination and some concern, at her side Gwyn was making notes, while Prince Baelor stood in a corner of the room.

“Any problem my Lady?” Kiera asked with evident concern in her young voice.

Lily looked at her with mixed feelings, she responded.

“There are… news, but I must wait for Harrys to—”

The young Lord interrupted his mother.

“I am here, what is happening?” he asked, as he walked toward the bed where Kiera was lying and took out his wand.

Lily and Gwyn looked at Harrys with radiant smiles, and the redhead responded.

“Scan her body my son, specifically her womb and tell me what you can see,” said the redhead with veiled fury, making Harrys look at her with curiosity.

Lord Potter remained silent and began to scan Kiera’s body, specifically her womb, finding…

“Damn it!” he snapped with surprise and fury, startling the princes and the princess, who looked at him in desperation.

“What? What did you find my Lord?” the princess asked on the verge of tears, making Valarr run to her side and take her hand to calm her, although his eyes revealed that he too wanted an explanation.

But Harrys’ priority was another, so, looking at his mother, he asked.

“How the hell did that get there? Isn’t magic supposed to be practically dead in Westeros?” he snapped furiously at the monstrous curse he detected in the young woman’s womb.

“Harrys, Lily! What is happening?” Prince Baelor asked, his brow furrowed and using a firm tone of voice, clearly demanding an explanation.

Harrys responded as usual, without any tact.

“The princess is cursed, or well, her womb is,” he said, making Kiera freeze completely, and begin to tremble without apparent control.

Valarr embraced his wife, consoling her and trying to calm her, while looking at Harrys with a furrowed brow and asking.

“What the hell do you mean Harrys?” he asked, completely confused and desperate.

Lord Potter lowered his wand and focused his attention on the prince.

“What you heard, someone cursed Kiera’s womb, literally forcing your wife’s body to kill her own child, a monstrous and cruel curse,” Harrys snapped, still furious at the terrifying discovery.

Seeing the desperation and desolation that Harrys’ words had caused in the young princess, Lily stepped forward and began to calm her.

“Everything will be fine dear, it is not a particularly powerful curse, Harrys can break it in the blink of an eye, but we will need preparation and time" said the redhead, calming the royal family, although their faces were still worried.

“And although breaking the curse is the priority, this only makes one thing clear, someone close to the royal family is a sorcerer or sorceress, one without scruples, if they were capable of casting such an aberrant curse.”

“That means that most likely we have a traitor in the Red Keep,” Baelor said in a calculated manner, his mind thinking about the possible culprits.

Harrys simply nodded and sighed heavily, before looking at his mother and saying.

“I will check the grimoire, perhaps there is some ritual or protection spell to prevent someone from cursing her again.”

Lily nodded calmly and replied.

“I understand Harrys, I will take care of the camp while you are indisposed,” she said, before looking at Gwyn, who was terrified, her hands on her womb in a protective manner, as if imagining something as monstrous as what the princess was experiencing had left her paralyzed.

Seeing her in such a vulnerable state, Harrys took her hand to get her attention and said softly.

“Come my Lady, help me search, it will do you good to distract yourself for a while,” he said calmly, making the young Lady look at him with a smile, although the concern in her eyes could not be completely hidden.

“Yes my Lord,” she said calmly, as she began to walk toward the door.

Harrys looked one last time at the overwhelmed princess, locking eyes with Valarr, who looked at him directly.

There were no words, they were not necessary, they knew each other too well after all, the Targaryen prince nodded, filled with gratitude toward his best friend, an act that Harrys returned with a nod of his own.

They were not the children they once were, both adults, both leaders with responsibilities and people to protect, their paths in life had separated in the past and now, with the marriage of his mother and Valarr’s father, they would meet again.

Harrys left the room, as did his mother and Prince Baelor, giving Valarr and his wife the privacy they desperately needed.

Harrys left the room, as did his mother and Prince Baelor, giving Valarr and his wife the privacy they both desperately needed.

Upon leaving, his mother walked away hand in hand with Baelor, both speaking about the banquet at the Hightower that night, while Harrys closed the door and silenced it.

“The prince and the princess are indisposed, make sure they have privacy,” Harrys said to Ser Donell, who was looking at the door with concern.

“What happened my Lord? Does the princess have something?” he asked, genuinely worried.

Harrys sighed and replied.

“Someone had been poisoning Princess Kiera, forcing her body to kill her own children, you can imagine what news like that would do to any woman.”

At those words, Ser Donell looked horrified, before nodding softly and resuming his guard.

Harrys left the place hand in hand with Gwyn, who was still trembling at the evident revelation.

They had a conversation pending, and it was time for his future wife to learn an uncomfortable truth.

That magic, just as it was something wonderful and fantastical, could also be cruel, ruthless and lethal.

Gwyn Ashford – Harrys’ Room – Potter Camp

Several hours had passed since the revelation about Princess Kiera’s curse had been discovered, and Gwyn had not been able to stop thinking about it.

Harrys and she had been reading, and they had found some options to protect the princess, although Gwyn was still lost in her thoughts.

“I notice you are worried, my dear,” Harrys said, who was reading a colossal floating book in front of him, surprising her.

Gwyn could not help biting her lip, she did not want to worry Harrys about her senseless fears, but she simply needed an answer, the doubt was eating her alive.

“It’s just that… this curse on Princess Kiera...” she confessed, avoiding Harrys’ gaze out of embarrassment.

The young Lord Potter simply looked at her in silence, before moving his chair away from the desk and gesturing toward his lap, the order more than clear.

Gwyn did not hesitate, she stood up and sat on her fiancé’s lap, clinging to Harrys’ neck tightly.

Neither of them said anything, both comfortable with the silence, Harrys’ hands caressed Gwyn’s legs calmly, trying to soothe her restless mind.

“How could someone do something like that? Forcing a mother’s body to kill her own child, that is…” Gwyn could not help but shudder, making Harrys embrace her tightly, a protective gesture that calmed her greatly.

“You do not need to say anything for me to understand what is going through your mind, my love, you fear that what happened to Kiera could also happen to you,” Harrys said bluntly.

Gwyn blushed in embarrassment and was about to respond.

“One of the responsibilities of a Lady is to give children to her Lord, the pressure is even greater with Princess Kiera, in whom rests the continuation of a royal house, I… this is evidently an attack against House Targaryen,” she said with determination, smiling softly when she saw that Harrys looked at her with pride.

“Perfect, you have a sharp mind Gwyn, this is indeed an attack on House Targaryen,” Harrys said thoughtfully, while caressing Gwyn’s legs.

“What else could you deduce?” Harrys asked, interested in her answer and her opinion.

Gwyn made a face of concentration, remembering Lady Lily’s lessons, and truly reasoning with what little she knew about the situation.

House Targaryen… was weak, a shadow of the relentless family of Dragonlords they once were, they were in a vulnerable state after the rebellion, gold was lacking in the coffers and the realm still trembled at the mention of Daemon Blackfyre.

“A magical attack is not within everyone’s reach, I have heard rumors, the septas spoke of the northerners and the Essosi as impious pagans, they say the northerners eat themselves and that the Essosi sacrifice slaves to the flames, but I do not know how much of that is true,” she confessed, looking at Harrys and waiting for his answer.

The young Lord Potter nodded softly and replied.

“The only northerners who eat humans are the wildlings beyond the Wall, and even then only certain clans, most live on roots and tubers, accompanied by abundant meat and berries, there is magic in the North, I have seen it, but it is magic focused on aspects of Nature, communion with trees and animals,” Harrys said, making Gwyn nod and continue.

“Then… with the North discarded, we are left with the Essosi, I am not very familiar with them, but my father always warned me to stay away from the red priests,” she confessed.

Harrys nodded at her words.

“Yes, the followers of the Red God can use magic, but they are not sorcerers,” Harrys said, confusing her, and her beloved must have noticed her confusion, because he explained immediately.

“My magic and the magic that the red priests use are completely different, the magic of the Potters is a gift, an innate talent that is inherited, the power resides within ourselves, the red priests on the other hand, use rituals and sacrifice spells to fuel their barbaric practices,” her man snapped, evidently furious.

Gwyn nodded, while looking at Harrys with determination.

“The question here is… who is close enough to the royal family to be able to curse the princess of the realm?”

Harrys nodded and replied.

“That… is the right question, one to which I have no answer, at least for now,” he confessed with a sigh, as he stood up with Gwyn in his arms, drawing a small yelp from his fiancée’s lips, followed by a playful laugh.

Gods, Harrys carried her as if she were a doll, Gwyn could not help but blush and begin to feel tingles in her womanhood as she saw that her beloved was heading toward his bed.

With her in his arms!

Harrys crossed the distance in a couple of steps, laying Gwyn’s body over the exquisite and fine fabric that covered his bed.

Gwyn inhaled deeply the essence of her beloved, he smelled… intense, with a hint of wood, a masculine scent and a more than welcome change compared to the smell many nobles had, usually of urine, ale and shit.

Without any shame, she rubbed her body against the sheets, wanting to imprint her essence onto Harrys’ bed, as if marking territory in some way, wishing that her beloved would smell her even at night.

Gwyn was so distracted that she gave a small jump when she heard Harrys’ voice, firm, dominant and masculine.

“Hands and knees, it is time for your correction.”

Without questioning the words of her future Lord Husband, Gwyn positioned herself as requested, holding her breath, filled with uncertainty and absolute desire.

She remembered Bella’s words, those she had told her the previous night in that feminine talk, so, with determination, Gwyn lowered her head until her face touched the luxurious sheets, lifting her hips and spreading her legs, offering herself completely to her beloved Harrys.

The young Ashford gasped in pleasure as she felt Harrys’ large and heavy hands on her hips, while, with great delicacy, he began to lift her dress, taking his time to caress her thighs in the process.

“Harrys… Harrys…” she whispered with need, the young woman’s body burned like never before, her womanhood was on fire and her legs trembled, Harrys’ caresses were surgical, as if he were an expert bard and she his instrument.

“Today, tonight, I will make you a woman Gwyn,” Harrys whispered, his voice full of firmness, making it clear that it was not a question.

But a statement.

“Yes, Gods, please yes! I promise to always please you my love!” the young woman gasped, moaning uncontrollably as she felt Harrys’ fingers caress her petals over her small clothes, and blushing as she felt them become wet almost instantly.

Next, Harrys also lifted her undergarment, leaving her womanhood, for the first time in her life, completely exposed.

“Perfection…” Harrys whispered, hypnotized by the sight, Gwyn trembled with desire, while to her embarrassment her womanhood did not stop dripping, soaking her virgin petals.

“Harrys… Harrys…” she gasped again and again, lifting her hips and moving them from side to side, silently begging for more, unable to form the words.

Her beloved placed his hand over her burning womanhood, caressing it with extreme softness and slowness, practically making her shudder.

Gwyn, unable to bear it, pleaded.

“Right now my love, make me yours right now, let us not wait,” she begged, tears in her eyes out of desperation.

Alas, Harrys remained unmoved, caressing the soaked femininity of his future wife.

“Tonight my love, you will scream to all your Gods and I will make you faint from pleasure, waiting will be your punishment, but I promise you it will be worth it,” Harrys swore, making her let out a pathetic whine, but not willing to disobey her man.

“As you command my Lord,” she said in complete submission, trembling with desire, her womanhood burning.

Harrys gave her a loud slap on her ass, which made more of her love juice drip from her lips, while Harrys ordered.

“Tell Bella to prepare you for tonight, she will know what to do,” said her beloved fiancé, before leaving and leaving her in the room, trembling and burning with desire.

Gwyn trembled, watching as her juices stained Harrys’ sheets, she felt completely dominated, desired and loved.

And it was a feeling she could get used to.

With difficulty, the young Ashford stood up on trembling legs, blushing as she saw the dark stain that now marked Harrys’ sheets.

The same sheets where, tonight, she would become a woman.

She could barely wait, she had much to plan.

It would be… an unforgettable night.