Alicent Hightower, the Sun Tower – King’s Landing.

“How I envy you, Alicent,” Rhaenyra spat with a frown, throwing one of her usual childish fits and making the young redhead roll her eyes without any real heat behind the gesture.

The Princess and betrothed of Lord Potter was dressed in an elegant red robe, the uniform that everyone who worked with dragons was required to wear without exception.

“What I would really like is to stay here, the three of us together, losing ourselves among the sheets night after night, instead of flying halfway across the continent,” Alicent said with a heavy sigh, still incredulous that her father had agreed to let her accompany Lord Potter.

Although, to be fair, she was almost certain that Harry had not even asked her father for permission. He had simply given the order without even asking for his opinion.

Alicent would fly with Harry to Oldtown, practically keeping the Sorcerer Lord’s bed warm throughout the journey, serving as his guide through Oldtown during the day and as his personal whore during the nights.

A perfect balance, in her opinion.

“Are you ready to be in charge, Nyra?” Alicent asked with a smile, adjusting the dark-gray robe Harry had given her for the journey.

The Princess inhaled deeply before nodding with determination, her face completely focused.

“Yes. I have studied everything Harry ordered. I know the procedures from beginning to end, and I have clear instructions regarding the deliveries to the city. Everything will go well,” the Princess said firmly, making Alicent smile brightly at her words.

“Remember that you must also begin recruiting servants and guards for our future home, Nyra, as well as selecting Prince Baelon’s sworn shield,” the redhead said, making the Princess roll her eyes with amusement.

“Yes, Mother Alicent!” the Princess said mockingly, making the redhead roll her eyes before embracing the Princess tightly, a gesture the young Valyrian immediately returned.

“I’m going to miss you. We’re going to miss you,” Alicent corrected herself with a smile, making Rhaenyra smile radiantly before answering.

“Keep all the whores away from our man, Alicent,” the Princess said with false determination before both women burst into loud laughter, although the redhead nodded firmly.

“I’ll do everything I can, Nyra,” she said with a smile, just as Harry finished giving his final instructions. Lady Laena walked behind him with determination and excitement, Wave Breaker perched upon the beautiful Lady’s shoulders.

“It is important that the exercises continue. If you want your dragon to grow strong and healthy, it is extremely important that he exercises every day. He is still too young to hunt alone, so you will have to stimulate him artificially,” Harry said naturally as he walked toward the takeoff platform where Alicent and Rhaenyra were waiting.

The Dragon Keepers were preparing Tanaris for flight, following Lord Potter’s orders to the letter. Alicent watched as they adjusted the breastplate and helmet of the imposing dragon, which had grown at a disproportionate rate over the past few months.

He was now even slightly larger than Caraxes and Meleys, and controlled the rest of the dragons as the Alpha of the Nest.

“And I hope you behave yourself, Goldilocks. Your brother has enough problems to deal with without having to put up with your stupidity. Rhaenyra is in charge,” Harry said calmly, making the Prince look at him with an expression of outrage, while Lady Laena and Lady Rhaenys watched the spectacle with satisfied expressions.

“Do you expect me to obey my niece’s orders like a trained hound?” Prince Daemon asked incredulously, making Harry shake his head before answering.

“Regarding matters concerning the Tower? Yes, I do. You have more important things to do with the planning of the war, and I know perfectly well that you lack the patience necessary to manage the Tower properly. Laena and Rhaenyra will handle everything you hate, but you will remain responsible for the collection and distribution of fertilizer to the fields. That is even more important now, with the imminent war. A good supply line is the most important thing in any war,” Harry said solemnly, evidently speaking from experience.

Something that, apparently, everyone present noticed.

“Anyway, I have more important matters to deal with now. The three of us will meet in Tarth to plan the assault on Bloodstone,” Harry said firmly, surprising Alicent, Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Laena.

“The three?” the Prince asked before turning his head toward Princess Rhaenys, who was looking at her nails with complete disinterest.

“Lady Rhaenys?” Rhaenyra asked aloud, the surprise more than evident in her voice, making the Lady in question raise an eyebrow at the tone used by the Princess, who could not help blushing.

Harry nodded and answered.

“Yes. Meleys is large and formidable. Not as magnificent as Tanaris, but the exercise will do her good. Dragons need to fly and burn things to reach their full potential.”

Lord Potter’s words were met with mixed reactions, the most pronounced being Lady Laena’s, who looked at her mother with concern before looking at Harry with a frown.

“But… won’t it be dangerous? The Essosi will expect dragons and will have taken precautions against them,” the young Lady said, making Harry nod.

“Excellent observation, Laena. Very clever and intelligent of you,” he replied with evident approval in his voice, making the Lady in question blush and lower her gaze toward the floor.

Alicent watched as the Prince raised an eyebrow at the curious reaction, as well as Lady Rhaenys looking at her daughter with a soft smile, but all of that stopped mattering the moment Harry pulled a pair of…

Helmets?

“What the fuck are those, Potter?” Prince Daemon asked incredulously, watching as Lord Potter pulled two small helmets from the pocket of his robe, each roughly the size of a cat’s head.

They were undoubtedly beautiful, works of art made similarly to Tanaris’s own helmet, silver in color and extremely elegant.

“These are the helmets for Meleys and Caraxes for the war. Although, frankly, I care little about your life, I will not allow a dragon as beautiful as Caraxes to die because of your stupidity. So I took the trouble of enchanting these two beauties. They will help Meleys and Caraxes experience less resistance in the air, and they will also stop any Scorpion bolt fired at them,” Lord Potter said completely naturally, to the astonished gazes of all the nobles present.

“Potter, that thing is the size of a fucking cat…” Daemon said, looking at Lord Potter as though he were an idiot, much to Alicent’s fury, as she could not help frowning.

In response, Lord Potter merely rolled his eyes and began moving his wand in an elegant circular motion, causing the two small helmets to levitate from his hand.

Before the incredulous and amazed eyes of everyone present, the two helmets began to grow and grow… until they reached the perfect size for the heads of Caraxes and Meleys.

“Fuck…” Lady Rhaenys whispered, just as stunned and amazed as everyone else, at the same time one of the Dragon Keepers approached, bowing his head toward Harry.

“My Lord, Tanaris is ready,” the man said, devotion more than evident in his voice.

Harry nodded and thanked the man before gesturing toward Alicent, indicating that it was time to leave, making the young Hightower straighten her back and begin walking behind Lord Potter.

Tanaris was prepared on the takeoff platform. Arcane stairs allowed for a comfortable ascent directly toward the saddle on the back of the White Specter, as the city had nicknamed the imposing beast, especially because of his… tendency to emerge from the ocean far too close to fishing boats, causing several scares among the city’s inhabitants.

Alicent let out a small squeak when she felt Harry’s hand land on her backside before blushing completely and looking toward the royal family, who apparently had not noticed the… bold actions of her beloved Harry.

“My Lord! Someone might see us!” Alicent whispered, blushing, but to her embarrassment, Harry merely snorted before giving her another playful smack, even stronger than the previous one, drawing an involuntary sound from her lips.

“No one is going to see us, Lizzy, although I hope you are prepared for what awaits you, dear,” Harry whispered softly into Alicent’s ear, making the young Lady tremble at the sweet yet dangerous promise.

“Will you make me pregnant on this journey, my Lord?” Alicent whispered softly, her face filled with longing and excitement at the thought of her beloved Harry claiming her completely.

The mere thought of cradling a beautiful red-haired child with emerald eyes in her arms made the young Hightower’s chest swell with emotion and happiness, longing with all her heart to begin a family beside her beloved.

“We shall see… but of one thing I am certain, Lizzy: you will not be getting much sleep during our journey,” he whispered with a lustful promise into the young Hightower’s ear, who merely bit her lip before hurrying to climb aboard.

Next stop: Oldtown.

And although Alicent did not yet know it, she was heading toward the revelation of a secret that would shake the Targaryen dynasty to its foundations.

Forever.

Harry Potter, the Hightower – Oldtown.

Tick tock…

Tick tock…

Tick tock…

The night was damp and cold in Oldtown. The sea was rough, or at least that was the impression Harry had from here. He was simply too high above the ground to be certain.

To his lack of surprise, the port of Oldtown never rested, even at night. Lanterns and braziers revealed dozens of men moving along the docks, continuously loading and unloading ships, while the Hightower Lighthouse provided them with visibility.

“We light the way,” Harry thought with amusement, looking once again at the pocket watch in his hand, the gift from his beloved godfather, the one he had been given ten years earlier.

The very year he lost him…

Tick tock…

Tick tock…

“The noble and ancient House of Black,” Harry whispered to himself before glancing toward the enormous bed in the chamber Lord Hubert Hightower had assigned to him.

The home of House Hightower was… strange. Everyone was extremely courteous, with a slight air of condescension that Harry had made certain to dismantle very quickly.

Nothing like humiliating Ormund Hightower over his limited intellectual capacity for understanding advanced mathematical concepts, Harry thought with amusement before shaking his head and focusing his mind on another Hightower, a redhead with an exquisite body.

His beautiful and extremely compliant redhead, Harry thought with amusement. A Lady from head to toe during the day…

And a wildcat during the nights, Lord Potter thought with satisfaction.

Alicent’s naked body lay upon the bed, a thin layer of sweat covering the beautiful redhead’s body, revealing the nature of the activities that had taken place during the night. The smile on Lizzy’s face showed just how… satisfied the redhead was with her performance between the sheets.

Harry simply smiled, put the watch away, and calmly walked toward the bed, caressing the redhead’s hair and making Lizzy purr softly in her sleep.

Harry said nothing. He merely gave her a sweet kiss on the forehead before moving his wand over her face, making certain she would not awaken until morning.

Harry had an important mission.

Find this… Arcane Council and get to the bottom of this, discovering whether Sirius had visited this place in the past.

And most importantly, discover the legacy his godfather had left behind.

Therefore, Harry simply inhaled deeply and focused his mind on the highest point in the city, apart from the Hightower, of course…

And simply disappeared.

The familiar sensation invaded Harry’s body. Now more than accustomed to the unpleasant feeling of Apparition, his vision of the room where his woman rested disappeared completely, replaced a second later by the summit of the Starry Sept.

Everything around him remained completely silent and calm. The city was quite clean, nothing like what King’s Landing had been before Harry intervened. The streets were patrolled by Hightower guards, and Harry could not help frowning.

The city was… normal. Extremely normal… to the point of feeling… false somehow.

There was no crime. People moved mechanically… as though everyone were following an unwritten script.

As though they were enchanted, Harry thought to himself. Although it was interesting, Harry had things to do, so without wasting any more time, Harry drew his wand and summoned his beloved Patronus, bringing forth the beautiful spectral dragon guardian, prepared to carry its master’s message to its destination.

“Auror Casterly, I am at the top of the Starry Sept. I request your assistance in finding the Chamber of the Arcane Council. Come to me as soon as possible,” Harry ordered, nodding to himself and sending his guardian into the dark night, leaving Lord Potter in comfortable silence.

Waiting.

The solitude did not last long. A few minutes later, a warm breeze accompanied by a pleasant sound similar to bells appeared behind Harry, where Lord Potter could observe a whirlwind of red leaves giving way to the familiar figure of Desmella Casterly.

Upon seeing him, she opened her eyes in admiration before bowing toward Harry.

“My Lord!” the witch said, devotion evident in her voice, evidently waiting for Harry’s orders.

Harry calmed his mind and spoke.

“This is my first time visiting Oldtown, dear. Would you be so kind as to take me to our destination, please?” Harry asked politely and gently, something that, for some reason, seemed to surprise the blonde greatly.

“Oh… no problem, my Lord!” the young woman said with a radiant smile before taking her staff and walking until she stood less than a meter away from Harry, to her obvious embarrassment, but not-so-secret pleasure.

Without another word, the Auror struck the ground with her staff, releasing red sparks toward the ceiling above them as a whirlwind of red leaves enveloped them both.

Harry expected some sensation of discomfort or something of the sort, some indication that they had moved from one place to another, but to Harry’s surprise and delight, the process was extremely smooth.

So smooth that, without realizing it… he was no longer on the roof of the Starry Sept.

But in…

“Welcome to the Headquarters of the Arcane Council of Westeros!” the blonde said, evidently pleased and proud of what she saw.

And in Harry’s opinion… she had every right to be.

The place was… impressive.

Before Lord Potter stood a hall so vast that it seemed to have no ceiling. The Victorian inspiration of his own home was evident, making his theories regarding Sirius’s influence on these people even stronger in his opinion.

The atrium was gigantic, with floating platforms and dark-stone columns giving way to galleries that appeared endless. Everything around them was decorated with a crimson banner bearing a white Heart Tree at its center.

But nothing could compare to the tree that dominated the heart of the place.

It was a Heart Tree, similar to the one Viserys possessed in the Red Keep, although larger.

Much… larger.

The tree was a colossus of practically absurd proportions, as tall as a ten-story building in London. Its roots spread across the marble like petrified serpents, moving throughout the place.

It seemed as though the entire Headquarters had been constructed around the Tree. Its roots constantly opened and moved, revealing changing corridors and rooms, while its enormous blood-red leaves rose on their own, connecting the upper corridors with the lower ones as though they were magical elevators.

“What is that?” Harry asked, looking curiously at an enormous statue in the center of the Atrium.

It depicted a wizard surrounded by ravens and wolves, roaring victoriously over the defeated body of a dying Dragon.

The statue was animated…

And the wizard’s face was… painfully familiar to the young Lord.

“It is the Statue of Victory! Erected two hundred years ago, after the Battle of Valyria! When the forces of the Arcane Council marched toward the peninsula! It is a memorial honoring Lord Sirius Black, who led the forces and allowed the complete destruction of the enemy capital!” Desmella said, evidently emotional and filled with deep respect for her history.

Although for Harry…

It was like being struck in the face.

He had barely arrived in this place…

And he had already encountered the first great revelation.

Valyria had not been destroyed as the Targaryens and the rest of the Muggles believed.

It had been attacked by the Westerosi wizards, besieged, and destroyed.

Harry could only sigh.

He had a meeting with the Council, and he would make certain to obtain answers regarding the situation.

Although something told him that his headaches were far from over.

And he was not wrong.