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Aegon Targaryen, Arcane Workshop - Grimmauld Place.

"This is an interesting Foci, very different from the ones I know, it feels… alive in a certain way," said Aegon with interest and a certain reverence while touching his new wand.

After weeks of using it, he could begin to understand why the witches and wizards of this world became so dependent on them, the way magic flowed was… simply addictive.

Sirius looked at the wand with pride while shaking his head.

"I still find it hard to believe it, seven dragon heartstrings woven together, and nested within silver birch wood from the icy Nordic fjords, what did old Ollivander call it?" asked Sirius curiously.

"A Song of Ice and Fire," Aegon replied distractedly, moving the wand with elegance and practicing the spells Lily had been teaching him.

The young dragon let his magic flow through the addictive Foci and conjured a flock of ravens, making them flutter throughout the room while coordinating them through his will.

It was time to practice that skill that both Lily and Bellatrix had drilled into his head, one that any talented wizard had to master.

Spell nesting.

Aegon inhaled and connected his magic with Aetherium, channeling the frigid winds of frost through the ravens, making sure not to disrupt their magical composition.

The tip of Aegon's wand changed color, illuminating itself with the ethereal blue so characteristic of Aedric magic and an instant later, the entire flock of ravens began to glow with an ethereal white color, a freezing aura emerging from each and every one of the birds.

The young dragon focused his gaze on the workshop's training dummy and with an elegant gesture, Aegon hurled the entire flock into a direct suicidal attack, the intention more than clear.

The resulting explosion was simply brutal, so powerful that all of Grimmauld Place shook completely and leaving behind a kind of glacial structure, the dummy utterly shattered.

"Nesting spells already, Aegon?" asked Sirius, looking proudly toward the young dragon.

"Yes, Lily and Bella instructed me in the theory, it is… much more difficult than they made it seem, both witches are extremely powerful and… talented," said Aegon with a mischievous smile.

Sirius simply laughed loudly, at the same time that the study door opened slowly, allowing the hypnotic and beautiful Lily Evans to enter the workshop with that sensual sway of her hips, undoubtedly enjoying that Aegon's attention was entirely upon her.

"Everything ready, Aegon? Aurora told me she finished calibrating the cylinders of your megascope," said the redhead calmly.

Aegon nodded with complete calm, while Sirius looked toward Lily, the doubt on his face more than evident.

"Ready? Ready for what, Aegon?" asked Lord Black, concern in his voice.

The young dragon looked toward his "father" and replied.

"To activate the megascope and contact my wife, Sirius," said Aegon with a smile, truly wishing to hear the voice of his beloved lioness again.

Oh, he was more than certain she would scold him for lowering his guard, but Aegon had spent too much time without his wife and found himself missing her like madness.

"Oh, I see…" said Lord Black, nodding softly before continuing.

"Do you think we could meet her? You've spoken so much about her that I've become curious," said Sirius casually.

Aegon hesitated for an instant, he truly had no problem with Sirius meeting his wife, the Lord had been an exemplary host and Aegon had genuinely grown fond of him.

"I don't see any problem with that, Sirius, make yourself comfortable while I prepare everything," said Aegon while approaching the center of the workshop and beginning to erase all the mess that his ravens had created.

Aegon made sure not to use the wand unless absolutely necessary, the last thing he needed was for his magic to become dependent upon the Foci in question.

Although curiously, Aegon did not have that problem with his trusted sword, Aegon had designed it to channel more magic than his body could endure, it was far more powerful than the wand Ollivander had built for him and yet, he did not feel that… strange sensation of dependency that he felt with the wand.

Something to consider and keep in mind, he would have to study the wand thoroughly, sooner rather than later.

Aegon could hear Lily and Sirius chatting in whispers, and judging by the intensity, it was an argument, although he paid it no attention.

The Megascope was almost ready and he could not allow himself to be distracted, or something could go wrong.

The young sorcerer placed the catalyst in the center and aligned the runic clusters according to Professor Sinistra's specifications, nodding with pleasure as he felt the power begin to flow through the gems within the megascope and causing the quartz crystals to begin glowing with that emerald radiance so characteristic of his beloved wife.

"O dhaoine vaen vaer, gwynbleid vaén aen lunedh troide naevde, aep va failte meigh’r hen Iorveth. Vaedh hen, given vae saor, ess’taen cathair vae lorg aen caillte."

Aegon finished shouting the spell, causing the Megascope to begin trembling and illuminating the entire room, the magic was powerful and so pure that the wards of Grimmauld Place trembled under the strain.

"Bloody hell," whispered Sirius behind him, astonished by what he was witnessing, but Aegon did not respond, he was entirely focused on establishing communication.

Aegon had established the connection directly with the megascope in his workshop in Solitude, Ciri was linked to the wards, therefore his wife would know that someone was attempting to establish communication.

It was only a matter of time before his beloved answered, it was only a matter of waiting.

And after several minutes, the longest in the young dragon's short life, someone answered.

The mist emerging from the megascope began to condense, forming a colossal feminine figure, which gradually condensed and defined itself into the familiar and beautiful features of his wife.

The mist gave way to Ciri's ashen hair, who looked with uncertainty, as if waiting for confirmation.

"Jon my love? Is that you?" asked Ciri with uncertainty, but with more than evident hope and longing in her voice.

"Here I am Ciri, you have no idea how happy hearing your voice makes me, my love," said Aegon with a smile, making the Princess of Cintra laugh in relief, a beautiful sound that Aegon had missed like madness.

"Where are you? Everyone is worried about you, my love, Skyrim misses its King," said his wife.

Aegon was preparing to answer, when Sirius' voice intervened, the disbelief more than evident in his voice.

"Wait, King? You're royalty? King Aegon Targaryen?" asked his "father" in disbelief, while beside him, Lily stroked her chin curiously, her eyes looking toward Ciri with interest.

"It sounds rather good, Aegon Targaryen, the Dragon King, powerful and terrifying," said the redhead.

His beloved wife focused on Sirius in surprise for an instant, before quickly shaking her head and speaking again.

"I'm afraid we do not know each other, I am Ciri," said his wife naturally, making Aegon snort in amusement, drawing the attention of both his wife, Sirius and Lily.

Aegon's eyes shone with amusement, and apparently some of his mischievous intent seemed to reach his wife, who frowned and threatened.

"Jon… don't you dare…" she said, but Aegon did not care.

"Sirius, Lily, allow me to introduce my beloved wife…" said the young dragon, with a gleam of perverse amusement upon his face, making Ciri widen her eyes in realization before trying to stop Aegon, unsuccessfully.

"Jon… I…"

But Aegon did not listen, he simply recited.

"Her Royal Highness Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Princess of Cintra, Princess of Brugge, Duchess of Sodden, Sovereign of Attre and Abb Yarra, Heiress to Inis Ard Skellig and Inis An Skellig, Lady of Space and Time, Child of the Elder Blood and my beautiful Wife"

Upon finishing speaking, Aegon knew that his wife's cheeks were completely flushed with embarrassment and fury, and that his beloved wife would take revenge.

Sirius and Lily were left paralyzed, neither truly knew what those titles meant, but they made it clear that Aegon's wife was someone truly important.

"Oh… so you wish to play, my love," said Ciri, with a gleam of challenge and amusement in her gaze, before looking not toward Aegon.

But toward Sirius and Lily.

"Has my beloved husband told you his own titles?" she asked, with that tone of voice filled with satisfaction that immediately put Aegon on full alert.

"Ciri…" he said without conviction, knowing there would be no way to stop her now.

"No, he only told us that his name was Aegon Targaryen and that he came from a place called Tamriel, where he served as a Battle Mage," said Sirius honestly, looking toward Aegon with a raised eyebrow, it was evident that his "father" was enjoying this tremendously.

"Then Lord Sirius, Lady Lily, allow me to introduce my magnificent husband," said his wife with evident satisfaction.

"His Royal Highness Aegon Targaryen, Dragon Prince of House Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne of Westeros, Scion of the Dragon Lords of Old Valyria, The Dovahkiin, Dragonborn, Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, High King of Skyrim, Master of Winters, Protector of the Nine Holds, Consort of High Rock, Defender of the Realm, Champion of Tamriel, and Keeper of the Ancient Ways"

At those words, Lily and Sirius were completely dumbfounded, staring toward Aegon with their mouths hanging open and their eyes wide with amazement.

The young dragon, for his part, looked toward his wife curiously and asked.

"Champion of Tamriel? I do not recognize that title," he said curiously, making his wife look at him with an amused expression before replying.

"It was granted to you for your gallant actions in the struggle against the World-Eater, as a result of your battle, Alduin has been cursed and destined to fade into oblivion, with each passing day his hold over the dragons weakens, the attacks become less and less frequent, Paarthurnax speculates that within a few months the dragons will free themselves completely from Alduin's influence," said his wife with pleasure, making Aegon sigh in relief.

"I am glad to hear that," he said with a smile, focusing his gaze upon his wife, wishing he could touch and kiss her.

It had been… so long.

"It is good to see you, my love, we have much to discuss and much to plan," said Aegon with determination, making his wife cross her arms and focus all of her attention upon him.

"It seems so, my beloved, it seems so," said Ciri.

It was time to plan, and they had no time to waste.

The Wolf and the Lioness would reunite, sooner rather than later.

That was a promise.

Druella Malfoy, weeks later - Hogwarts Express.

"Pansy, Daphne," said the young Malfoy, inclining her head and greeting her friends, an act that both returned in the same manner.

"Druella," they said at the same time, observing in silence as the young Malfoy took her time sitting down, back straight and legs together, hair immaculate and perfect, perfumed and bathed.

Perfect to dazzle Aegon, thought the witch, observing with a certain suspicion how Daphne also seemed to be doing the same.

For a long and uncomfortable while, none of them were willing to speak about the elephant in the room.

Aegon Targaryen.

Or as many in the Magical World had begun to call him.

Aegon Black.

"So, ready for the next year?" said Pansy, wanting to break the ice.

Daphne and Druella looked toward the brunette and replied.

"It will be quite interesting, the death of Lord Nott has caused havoc in the Wizengamot, Sirius and Mother have capitalized on the opportunity and the influence of Nott's political bloc has practically disappeared, somehow the fact that Aegon possesses a diamond-class preferential level with Gringotts was leaked, which has elevated the status of the Black family and associates in general," said Druella with satisfaction.

And Daphne continued.

"Augusta Longbottom is showing no mercy, she mobilized all Longbottom influence to leave Theodore Nott in ruin, with the death of his father the poor fool is completely defenseless, and apparently Augusta wants to declare a blood feud against the Nott family for the actions in Hogwarts last year regarding the Chamber disaster—"

Druella nodded with extreme pleasure, if it were up to her, she would get rid of the brat, nothing that an Obliviate and a Muggle orphanage could not solve.

After those words, silence once again reigned in the compartment, while the train began moving slowly and lasted for a couple of hours, until Pansy could not help but exclaim.

"By Merlin! Can we talk about what is happening to you two? I know Aegon Targaryen is a powerful and handsome wizard, but I do not think he is handsome enough for two best friends to enter into conflict or—"

However, Pansy's words were interrupted when the compartment door opened slowly, revealing the man of the moment.

Her cousin Aegon in person.

Druella straightened her back and unconsciously pushed out her chest, while Daphne leaned toward the door and crossed one of her legs, showing her beautiful white thighs to the young wizard.

"Druella, Daphne, a pleasure to see you," said Aegon softly, before focusing his curious gaze upon Pansy, who to Druella's annoyance, had become completely petrified, her gaze fixed upon Aegon, opening and closing her mouth without saying a single word, her face flushed.

"I'm afraid I do not have the pleasure, my Lady, Aegon Targaryen," said her cousin with an educated smile and extending his hand toward Pansy, who extended hers while completely entranced, lost within Aegon's beautiful eyes.

Druella snorted, before looking toward Daphne, conversing between them with only a glance.

Things in Hogwarts could get out of control, Aegon would attract witches like moths to a flame, and Druella was not going to allow her cousin to waste his time with insignificant and insipid witches.

She had to think of something, the competition for Aegon's attention had already begun, and it was one in which the young Malfoy would not lose.

Poor Druella, she did not know that she was literally throwing herself into the dragon's jaws.

And that this year at Hogwarts would be… completely memorable.