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He sighed as he rolled over, and his eyes landed on the corner of the room that seemed to be always drenched in the darkest of shadows.

He throws the covers off himself as he snarls in fury. And with nary a backward glance, he makes his way out of the room.

Some would have found this alarming. Hadrian eyed the newly born Joffrey with a critical eye. Cersei smiled at how his face was scrunched up adorably She decided then and there she would give him the talk when he was four-and-ten namedays grown.

Ah, it seemed her moods were still not quite under control. Joffrey was born unusually small, skin unusually pale unlike the blood-rushed Hadrian had been.

While the Robert now seemed to be a far cry from what she had thought the man would always be reduced to, the journey to bettering himself had not been easy or fast.

There were more than a few hurdles and bumps, but she was glad to have endured them when she saw what the man had recovered and become.

She refused all nourishment until Jaime had sat her down and hugged her close, knowing when she wanted to cry. The man was slowly changing then, but the energy had returned after that horrible evening in itself.

Now, she cursed her stupidity to the high heavens, but then, at the moment, she was unsatisfied that the man had not succumbed. Joffrey had no fault.

He was life born from a night of weakness, however ill-considered. And so, she brought him into the world.

He looked so much like her Jaime and herself that she wanted to cry. Perhaps looking at him grow up to become them was to be her penance for her unfaithfulness.

If I will be your air, he will be your water. We will never let our father, or you, falter — I will teach him these thoughts.

I swear this on my life. Cersei gazed into the steady emerald eyes of her son with pride and astonishment. For such a young age, Hadrian had been a remarkably smart boy.

He learned to speak, walk, read, and write very early, and had begun devouring the Grand Library recently, mostly books and scrolls on science and medicine.

He aided Pycelle in guiding her husband Robert down from his Robert looked much more a king with less flab on his body that her entire family combined.

For a moment, Cersei felt unbelievably sad. No child should have to bear the expectations of an entire Kingdom on their shoulders.

But then she smiled because every child born into the Game learned its nuances The Queen to the Baratheon king smiled politely in farewell as Renly, her very young brother-in-law, left after dropping Hadrian by with his manservant.

Something always rubbed her wrong about the way they looked at each other Cersei shook her head, smiling fondly from her bed as she watched her children play with each other on the ground.

Such worries were not for now. Although some part of her screamed out foul, another seemed content, as if it was something she was familiar with.

She simply decided to let sleeping lions lie, for once. Five-year-old Joffrey usually hated people on principle, it seemed, and despised such plebeian actions such as sitting on the ground.

He was always the near-stereotypical spoiled child, demanding for things and crying if they were not granted to him.

Deep in her heart, she worried for his sake. Some long, long time ago, during the formation of their religion, people must have observed that incest begot deformed children, and assumed it was an act of god and written it down.

Joffrey exhibited no such symptoms, but she was no Maester. She dared not ask Pycelle, or the man may as well discover his true parentage and then she would be forced to deal with him.

Regardless, her younger son showed no malformed features… save for his temper. It was near-legendary in the castle already. Most servants approached him with caution, for he would only allow his family to hold him or come close.

But with Hadrian, or rather Harry, as he preferred to be called in spite of her declaration that it sounded too common… he simply said that she should have thought of it while naming him, which in all honesty she really did , such reservations were out the window.

The two were inseparable. If Harry was to spend his afternoon in the Grand Library, then so too would Joffrey force his nurse to take him there.

If Harry were to practice his etiquette with his newly appointed tutor, then Joffrey would insist on being in the same room and would even try to emulate his brother.

But apparently, there was a line, because Joffrey was every bit a Lannister where Harry was a Baratheon. Harry only came to be more adorable as he grew.

His eyes had flecks of light green in them now, causing them to feel as if they were glittering when he was in the sun. His skin was a healthy pale shade, in part due to his refusal to perform outdoor activities in the sun and due to his proportionally large amount of time indoors.

Her eyes narrowed as she thought of that. Her son would marry whomever he wished to, and not whoever had the most clout with her or her husband.

But then again, maybe she would not have to be the one to speak with him of such matters at all. She sighed and rolled her eyes, smiling fondly.

Robert had become a completely changed man. He no longer drank himself into stupors or whored around like the world would end.

Instead, he seemed to have dropped most of his bad habits with his weight. It was easy to see why; the man doted on Harry like no tomorrow. Although she did have to fondly but firmly stop him from teaching her son the way of the sword before his seventh name day.

It seemed like the man he was when they first married, before the mess with the Targaryens He was coming back. She had asked Jaime, once again, to keep his distance for the time being, and phrased it as if someone were on the verge of discovery, but, in actuality, the new man her husband was proving himself to be was drawing her in like never before.

A strange hissing noise drew her attention, and when she forced herself out of her thoughts, she almost screamed.

The toys that the Tyrells has gifted Joffrey lay aside as if tossed out of disinterest. Her youngest clapped and laughed as Harry played with a snake twice as long as he was tall and as wide as her wrist.

But what gave her pause was not the sound Her eyes widened when she realized that Harry was asking the snake to perform those tricks, and it obeyed.

The boy called upon went shock-still as if he had forgotten where he was and who was around him. The snake coiled, snapping its neck in her direction and hissing threateningly.

Seeing this, Harry quickly hissed at it and seemed to assuage its Why that little- "Now you listen here! It will be a cold day in hell before he is harmed by my hand!

If you were to come between us ever again, I will find myself in possession of a new snake wallet! Joffrey looked at his mother, brother, and the snake, with visible confusion.

Cersei thought about the bizarre situation before she spoke next. Cersei regarded her son for a moment, before sighing. Cersei squared her shoulders and quelled around the snake to crouch in front of her child and hug him close.

Were you not listening to me just now? I will always love you, regardless. Never say such a thing again.

Joffrey decided that he wanted a hug too, and wobbled forth to throw his arms around them, squealing in delight. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

Even with such a serious topic at the breakfast table, his father had no tact. He is currently on the table, you realize? Harry took a bite before speaking.

I apparently have the talent to understand it. His mother arched an eyebrow. Or rather, breathing is a more appropriate comparison.

We are not thought how to do it — we just do. Harry tilted his head. This one must be very young. None would know you would survive. I do not recall any warg having been born in the Lannister family, but I will write home to ask father just to be sure.

Harry smirked but turned to his scaly companion and hissed. Robert shivered a bit at the sound and offered Cersei an understanding look now that he felt equally as uncomfortable as she said she had felt while listening to the same.

It would surprise me if someone did tame it… maybe that was the point. It would attack the first person it would see! I have not harmed anyone recently, and neither have you.

The world is stupid. We do not know that the individual with murder on their minds will use animals the next time. Certain things you can only do so much against, but if he knew to protect himself, it would ease my mind.

If the person is skilled enough to fight through or sneak through the palace, he may be able to hold them off until help arrives.

The snake, meanwhile, had finished the little bowl of milk Harry had set for it and coiled around his left hand so that its head was next to his.

Robert and Cersei exchanged a look. I would prefer to train by myself if I can. I have an idea for a new discipline that Her smart, intelligent, handsome, warg son.

Her son never ever got angry. They have heard tell of your intelligence and wished to extend an invitation to join as a novice. If their time of glory is gone, let it be gone.

Let sleeping dragons lie. The guild, even reduced to a mere curiosity, is still widely known across Westeros. Harry eyes it critically. After the festivities of his eighth nameday, he asked a room from his father to research and try out things he learned from reading.

While the request had garnered a raised eyebrow, he was immediately granted that which he asked. His parents were really free with things, whether material possessions or their love.

He was far from ungrateful, but the contrast between this and his former life often sent him into his melancholic moods. He takes a look at the woman next to him, then nudges her with his elbow.

Harry waved her off. The maid seemed very confused with his attitude towards her. Little did she know that he knew what it meant to serve without gratitude, and thus tried to be a decent human being to the servant folk unlike the other royalty in the castle.

His mother was his world and all but The less said about Joffrey, the better, and the other Lords and Ladies were only marginally improved in comparison.

He had seen such differences back in his own world, maybe even to a further extent, so he was quite used to it.

One slice of apple pie, please! As soon as she is out of the cavernous empty room and the door is closed, the smile on his face drops and his face turns stony.

I doubt that many in your station would care otherwise. It is better to exert your dominance by biting.

It only took one thought of Joffrey sneering and biting everyone in sight to send Harry into a fit of laughter. I shall try to emulate a more snake-like behaviour.

Even though he has virtually no way to make facial expressions, Harry would swear he is sneering. The snake rolled its eyes.

You are not my destined master. Harry smirked lightly as he mentally prepared himself for the task ahead. Now hush, I am trying to work. Harry turned to look around.

The palace was gigantic, and sometimes Harry doubted that the people of this world had ever heard of concepts like humility. He had studied the Targaryen lineage and found a glaring similarity with their existence and the purebloods back home who had similar tastes — inbreeding.

He very much doubted that the people of this world did not know the detrimental effects the act had on children — there were laws written by the Sept that prohibited the act, and children borne of incest were usually mad or far too easily angered.

Unfortunately, the Sept had lost much of its power after their first uprising against the Targaryens, and there were too man mad kings born even normally to mark the trait as an identifier.

Harry chuckled when he thought further on the Sept. He had not found much truth to the idea that the god existed, but in a world with magic and dragons, anything was possible.

Was he not nearly a god himself…? The world had nothing to put its magic into, and he was a ready and willing conduit for all the delicious power….

But… that was not entirely true. There was something in this world that was drinking in barely more than a trickle of the power.

Harry had observed a similar connection between beings composed of elements and the magic of the world then — barely enough power to exert complete control over a single element, sometimes wreathed in it.

There was something different about it too — the connection between whatever was in the north and the magic of the world was heavily tinged with necrotic magic.

This was odd by itself. As far as he was aware, this world had no personification of death as a deity…. And this was going to be the place where he started bettering the world, so it would require protection.

The first bit of magic that came to Harry was astral projection, and he used it to the very limit he could to explore the world around him, be it near or far.

He cracked his knuckles. Tracing the room with his eyes, he figured out which side faced the front of the castle and readied himself, then hissed a "Flagrate.

He hissed a bit in pain as his first spell unlocked his magic completely. It was bad enough that he only regained his memories after he told his parents about Parseltongue He traced the required runes in the air with his pointer finger, wincing at the burn.

A wand was like a valve - it allowed your magic within you to change the world around you. Animagi were different in so that they forced their body to take the form of their closest animal equivalent.

The privacy matrix he wrote ensured that no sound from within would leave the confines of the room, and anyone trying to peek in would only see extremely blurred approximations.

Very basic, but for the moment it would do. In till he had a wand, runic magic was all he had, since the air-writing and runic-activation spells were the only ones he could do wandlessly.

He began to scrawl another runic set into the air. In all his research, he never came across any mention of powerful magic sensors or the like, but these Warlocks of Qarth sounded like bad news.

Even if their power has dwindled, he knew very well how even a little magical power can be used to obtain more, especially without the reservations that having good morals put on a person.

A tray clattered behind him. He rolled his eyes and sighed. That is what the other runic array was for - no one should be able to enter this room unless he was in contact with them in some way.

He turned to look at the intruder slowly, quickly working on a matrix with his finger behind his back. It was the maid, Druella, and she had returned with a slice of pie for him.

Currently, she was just staring at him in shock and awe. Having finished the matrix, he sighed and looked away. He activated the runic matrix, which took shape of a familiar green spell.

Harry was having quite the good week, all said and done. He had certain plans in the making which would see much of his powers restored and then, as he learned from his father, he would wash the stains of this world with a tsunami of magic.

He would see Westeros rise even if he had to break its back to do so. His father looked up from his papers. He still remembered the oaf his father used to be, but bringing him back from the dead seemed to have snapped him out of whatever funk he had been in.

He was back in his warrior shape, and he no longer had to keep spending money to get his clothes enlarged time and again.

His garments were well groomed and every part of him seemed to scream magnificence. This was a true Baratheon king, and Harry was proud to be his son.

Harry did his best not to smirk. No one would ever see Druella again, and his secret was safe. And her body had been useful too. Tom had enjoyed the taste very much, enough to try his best to convince Harry to feed him a human every other week.

And the heart of a virgin female can be used for several rituals His father was many things… but cunning was not one of them.

I think I saw her last week when I asked for a room to practice in. Robert frowned, turning to look outside the window.

I thought it was around two, but with your minder gone, that makes it three or so… we have no way of knowing for sure…". Harry rolled his eyes, confident no one saw the action.

Have you asked Baelish to confirm the numbers of his His father was a good person, really, but he also needed the heart of seven virgins for the ritual.

It was hard enough finding a virgin in this place, either the male workers or the Kingsguard or the members of the residing family already defiled most of them.

The only virgins were girls who newly joined, and even then, it was seldom so. It was one of the things in this world that just… was. Where in his world it was done so discreetly that no one caught wind of it until someone slipped or simply due to bad luck, here women and effeminate boys were sexualized freely.

In a society dominated by warriors and men, it was only to be expected. It was a common punishment for women to be bared naked for a period of time as they worked, and around ten per cent of the prostitutes in brothels were men catering to both genders or exclusively to men, Harry knew.

He walked around the desk and tugged his father down for a hug. You are a king, yet you are also a man. While it is the duty of a king to be better than those he rules, everyone has their limits.

Lying was something Harry found very thrilling. You had to do it just right, with your entire being, to never be doubted. It was a guilty pleasure back when he was in another world, and even when he eventually came to rule over all else, lying was one of the few vices he did not sigh and give up for the smooth functioning of his reign.

Who was he kidding? Even after his magic grew and grew and his vaults grew fuller and fuller as the society he hated so much decayed under his rule, he never gave up any of his hobbies.

There was a massive well-warded and rune-protected room in his palace simply for rituals, dungeons to cater to his torture fixes, and a luxurious bedroom for his liaisons.

He spent and ate and drank as he wished, all as he leeched the populace for all they were worth, muggle and magical alike. After all, a man with the perk he had could never die, in the fullest sense of the word.

It was Joffrey there, he was certain. So, what was his brother doing here? Said boy froze, and slowly turned. There was an expression of confused delight and a subtler scared countenance that conveyed the fear of punishment on being caught that made Harry smile.

Harry wiggled his fingers to draw attention to them, and slowly and carefully scripted the runic matrix for a cleansing charm, activated it with a flourish, and let it wash over them both.

It was a simple, innocuous question. It was one that he had heard in another lifetime, one that started his foray into a world of wonders and infinite possibilities.

He reminisced upon his past as they walked and wondered if history was going to repeat itself soon. Harry eyed Joffrey with a calculating gaze as the boy walked into the chamber.

He reminded him a lot of Draco Malfoy - the same self-assured arrogance, the same superiority-inferiority complex, it was remarkable, the similarities; and he had similar facial features to boot.

If the hair were a little lighter, and his nose a little bit different, they would match each other like a mirror image. Their story would also continue to be similar — he had once taken Draco under his wing and raised him as his second, as he would now do with Joffrey… yes… plans formed in his head as he walked after his younger brother.

He would have to meditate for some details of a few rituals later if he wanted to see his plans through and find suitable replacements for any absent reagents — the hardest task in the lot — but he would take it as a challenge more than the arduous task it would prove to be.

Harry shut the door with a move that echoed in the large hall. Without pause, he began etching runes into the air.

I need them to be alive for it to properly and fully work; or rather, I need their beating hearts. A wormhole like emerald green construct appeared in front of him and popped out a human being.

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He wanders the world alone and immortal, until one single reckless moment sends him hurtling into a parallel dimension of heroes and villains.

A new enemy arises from an ancient power, and Harry must take a stand as the last wizard to protect this new world.

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Dumbledore said Harry had a choice. He could go back, go back to battle, end the war. He could go on, be with his loved ones in the afterlife.

Somehow, he settled for in between and landed somewhere in America in the year with two guns pointed at him. Plucked from one war in one universe, Harry finds himself smack dab in the middle of another.

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She threw the drink at the creature in manic defence but succeeded only in angering it. He did not utter the name of his first love, nor did she hers.

For just that one night, they were Robert and Cersei, two such hearts that had been denied their desire, and instead chose to connect.

She did not drink again, nor did she lay with her brother. Looking back… it was as if some part of her already knew she was with child.

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She drew back her head and flung it forward with a solid effort to push, involuntarily butting heads with her husband… painfully.

Robert raised a thumbs up from where he was sprawled on the ground, scrambling to rise. It was when her baby, her alive, breathing, crying baby She held her arms out for her baby and gasped when she got her first good look at him after he was wiped down.

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For he had almost dropped her child. But that would be the only response fate would be able to give, as it was strangled by the will of a newborn babe.

It was the oddest thing. Not a soul knew of their indiscretions, but if one did, he was quite certain even his Oddly, there were no negative feelings linked with the word at all.

She had spoken to him when he had sneaked into her room to meet her and asked him to seek love elsewhere, for she had none left to give to him.

Their love was blameless at first. The best the world has to offer to mankind, and the richest. They also were the most fetching, her beauty and grace unmatched by another, and his own handsomeness and charm unrivalled.

They were meant to be together! None deserved her or him to themselves, broken as a pair and separated! They were meant to live together! To bear… children… together….

Would he love the child for being a symbol of his love for her? Would he give him or her the paternal adoration much better than their father ever did?

Would he guide them, regale them with his takes and help them to chase skirts or ward off the boys? He looked at his hands as he walked.

Would he strangle their tiny, weak neck with his own hands? The hands that have killed several hundred men? The hands that committed actions that branded him Kingslayer?

He shook his head. Even if his sister were to birth his child The child has no error, not fault would lie in its hands. If Cersei wished to birth one, then he would ensure that his child lived healthy, happy lives.

He would never be able to be their true father, but he would protect them from the shadows. They would deserve more than this son of Robert, simply because they were birthed from Lannister blood, pure and undiluted — blood that had value.

He finally entered the room to see almost all of its occupants huddled around his sister. His fists clenched as he made his way into the gathering.

How could he contemplate death when it was supposed to be the celebration of life? There was even a tourney held.

If he did have any negative feelings for young Hadrian, he would deal with them in time. But here he was, staring into emerald eyes that seemed to be glowing, almost, with innocent wonder.

The Baratheon recessive trait for brilliant white hair, due to Targaryen blood, seemed to have emerged, and given the boy an ethereal look.

The entirety of the small council was present, able to use their positions of power as leeway to gaze upon their new prince.

Dare he say it, the little devil had won over all of them already; even Varys was oohing and aahing over the babe.

The man was a known whoremonger and it was common knowledge that his brothel catered to Not to say that Jaime had never partaken in such activities, but he drew the line when it came to be laying with men Hadrian eyed the gold coin for a long moment before turning away, and towards his mother.

Robert had, at first, seemed shocked, but was slowly getting over it and starting to laugh loudly. The others, however, shared a look, for it had been only a few days since the babe was born.

Such events soon ruled over the palace, as he grew to be a truly smart and intelligent boy. However, this would not be the Baratheon family in its entirety; for within a year, Cersei was carrying another child.

Grandmaester Pycelle joked that he might be a fussy one when he finally got out. Thank heavens they had two houses to find heirs for, or else the boys may have to scuffle a bit.

He sighed as he looked over his papers, attempting to make sense of what was spread out in front of him. He never had a great mind for strategy, but he was almost certain he would have seen a pattern in these events in his younger days.

For one, the handmaidens who helped deliver Hadrian were found dead in their rooms. Their bodies were as if they had passed away while in sleep.

And then, to further aggravate the situation, a box full of manticore corpses was dropped at the front door. There was no address, no note, and no one spotted the deliverer.

It reminded him of… unpleasant things, so he had it burned. The stench clung to his nose even still. There was… another event, but he had informed no one of its occurrence.

He did not know why he did that, or why, only that he should have. He glanced down at his stomach in thought.

Too fat, come to think of it. All he remembered was a strong pain, and the shocked faces of Cersei and Harry before he lost consciousness… or so he thought.

There he was, floating in a black void. His body felt weightless and his worries trivial. Why was he ever stressed? Now that he thought about it, every problem he ever had could be solved with a swift action that he wished he would have taken.

No sooner than the last word echoed in the void, motes of silver light appeared and coalesced into a single person.

A visage which he would never forget for as long as he lived…. Why do you pine after me so? I am dead, and you are the living, my friend.

We may never unite. But I can tell you that I am sorry, and you must not punish others and yourself for my mistake. You were once a great man, and you can be so again.

All you must do is… let go. Honour that, at the very least. It was then that he felt a cool darkness. Several tendrils of cold seemed to wrap around him and tug him There was no sense of direction in this expanse.

He felt himself growing heavy. It was as if everything was As his eyes closed, he could have sworn he heard Hadrian calling for him. My queen, my king has-".

Robert hugged his boy close but spoke all the same. I feel like I got run over by a boar! Cersei came up to his bedside then, eyeing him with worry.

Internally, he was shaken to the core. Had he just died and returned to the land of the living? Was it Lyanna that sent him back?

He very nearly died today He died without thanking Cersei for this new chapter in his life, without dancing with her Things had to change, and they had to change as soon as possible.

He was not going to pass on before his son took the throne, and he was not going to be remembered as a father and husband who knew nothing of his family.

Nearly a later, Hadrian tossed and turned in his bed, eyes scrunched, and brow beaded with sweat. He was having a recurring nightmare that, despite its intensity, would not let him wake.

Fortunately, oftentimes, it did not have to. The hissing call roused him. His eyes snapped open, instantly aware, and for just a second, any observer would have told you that his eyes glowed with ethereal energy.

He sighed as he rolled over, and his eyes landed on the corner of the room that seemed to be always drenched in the darkest of shadows.

He throws the covers off himself as he snarls in fury. And with nary a backward glance, he makes his way out of the room.

Some would have found this alarming. Hadrian eyed the newly born Joffrey with a critical eye. Cersei smiled at how his face was scrunched up adorably She decided then and there she would give him the talk when he was four-and-ten namedays grown.

Ah, it seemed her moods were still not quite under control. Joffrey was born unusually small, skin unusually pale unlike the blood-rushed Hadrian had been.

While the Robert now seemed to be a far cry from what she had thought the man would always be reduced to, the journey to bettering himself had not been easy or fast.

There were more than a few hurdles and bumps, but she was glad to have endured them when she saw what the man had recovered and become.

She refused all nourishment until Jaime had sat her down and hugged her close, knowing when she wanted to cry. The man was slowly changing then, but the energy had returned after that horrible evening in itself.

Now, she cursed her stupidity to the high heavens, but then, at the moment, she was unsatisfied that the man had not succumbed. Joffrey had no fault.

He was life born from a night of weakness, however ill-considered. And so, she brought him into the world. He looked so much like her Jaime and herself that she wanted to cry.

Perhaps looking at him grow up to become them was to be her penance for her unfaithfulness. If I will be your air, he will be your water.

We will never let our father, or you, falter — I will teach him these thoughts. I swear this on my life.

Cersei gazed into the steady emerald eyes of her son with pride and astonishment. For such a young age, Hadrian had been a remarkably smart boy.

He learned to speak, walk, read, and write very early, and had begun devouring the Grand Library recently, mostly books and scrolls on science and medicine.

He aided Pycelle in guiding her husband Robert down from his Robert looked much more a king with less flab on his body that her entire family combined.

For a moment, Cersei felt unbelievably sad. No child should have to bear the expectations of an entire Kingdom on their shoulders. But then she smiled because every child born into the Game learned its nuances The Queen to the Baratheon king smiled politely in farewell as Renly, her very young brother-in-law, left after dropping Hadrian by with his manservant.

Something always rubbed her wrong about the way they looked at each other Cersei shook her head, smiling fondly from her bed as she watched her children play with each other on the ground.

Such worries were not for now. Although some part of her screamed out foul, another seemed content, as if it was something she was familiar with.

She simply decided to let sleeping lions lie, for once. Five-year-old Joffrey usually hated people on principle, it seemed, and despised such plebeian actions such as sitting on the ground.

He was always the near-stereotypical spoiled child, demanding for things and crying if they were not granted to him. Deep in her heart, she worried for his sake.

Some long, long time ago, during the formation of their religion, people must have observed that incest begot deformed children, and assumed it was an act of god and written it down.

Joffrey exhibited no such symptoms, but she was no Maester. She dared not ask Pycelle, or the man may as well discover his true parentage and then she would be forced to deal with him.

Regardless, her younger son showed no malformed features… save for his temper. It was near-legendary in the castle already. Most servants approached him with caution, for he would only allow his family to hold him or come close.

But with Hadrian, or rather Harry, as he preferred to be called in spite of her declaration that it sounded too common… he simply said that she should have thought of it while naming him, which in all honesty she really did , such reservations were out the window.

The two were inseparable. If Harry was to spend his afternoon in the Grand Library, then so too would Joffrey force his nurse to take him there.

If Harry were to practice his etiquette with his newly appointed tutor, then Joffrey would insist on being in the same room and would even try to emulate his brother.

But apparently, there was a line, because Joffrey was every bit a Lannister where Harry was a Baratheon. Harry only came to be more adorable as he grew.

His eyes had flecks of light green in them now, causing them to feel as if they were glittering when he was in the sun.

His skin was a healthy pale shade, in part due to his refusal to perform outdoor activities in the sun and due to his proportionally large amount of time indoors.

Her eyes narrowed as she thought of that. Her son would marry whomever he wished to, and not whoever had the most clout with her or her husband.

But then again, maybe she would not have to be the one to speak with him of such matters at all. She sighed and rolled her eyes, smiling fondly.

Robert had become a completely changed man. He no longer drank himself into stupors or whored around like the world would end.

Instead, he seemed to have dropped most of his bad habits with his weight. It was easy to see why; the man doted on Harry like no tomorrow.

Although she did have to fondly but firmly stop him from teaching her son the way of the sword before his seventh name day.

It seemed like the man he was when they first married, before the mess with the Targaryens He was coming back. She had asked Jaime, once again, to keep his distance for the time being, and phrased it as if someone were on the verge of discovery, but, in actuality, the new man her husband was proving himself to be was drawing her in like never before.

A strange hissing noise drew her attention, and when she forced herself out of her thoughts, she almost screamed. The toys that the Tyrells has gifted Joffrey lay aside as if tossed out of disinterest.

Her youngest clapped and laughed as Harry played with a snake twice as long as he was tall and as wide as her wrist. But what gave her pause was not the sound Her eyes widened when she realized that Harry was asking the snake to perform those tricks, and it obeyed.

The boy called upon went shock-still as if he had forgotten where he was and who was around him. The snake coiled, snapping its neck in her direction and hissing threateningly.

Seeing this, Harry quickly hissed at it and seemed to assuage its Why that little- "Now you listen here! It will be a cold day in hell before he is harmed by my hand!

If you were to come between us ever again, I will find myself in possession of a new snake wallet! Joffrey looked at his mother, brother, and the snake, with visible confusion.

Cersei thought about the bizarre situation before she spoke next. Cersei regarded her son for a moment, before sighing. Cersei squared her shoulders and quelled around the snake to crouch in front of her child and hug him close.

Were you not listening to me just now? I will always love you, regardless. Never say such a thing again. Joffrey decided that he wanted a hug too, and wobbled forth to throw his arms around them, squealing in delight.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. Even with such a serious topic at the breakfast table, his father had no tact. He is currently on the table, you realize?

Harry took a bite before speaking. I apparently have the talent to understand it. His mother arched an eyebrow. Or rather, breathing is a more appropriate comparison.

We are not thought how to do it — we just do. Harry tilted his head. This one must be very young. None would know you would survive.

I do not recall any warg having been born in the Lannister family, but I will write home to ask father just to be sure.

Harry smirked but turned to his scaly companion and hissed. Robert shivered a bit at the sound and offered Cersei an understanding look now that he felt equally as uncomfortable as she said she had felt while listening to the same.

It would surprise me if someone did tame it… maybe that was the point. It would attack the first person it would see! I have not harmed anyone recently, and neither have you.

The world is stupid. We do not know that the individual with murder on their minds will use animals the next time. Certain things you can only do so much against, but if he knew to protect himself, it would ease my mind.

If the person is skilled enough to fight through or sneak through the palace, he may be able to hold them off until help arrives. The snake, meanwhile, had finished the little bowl of milk Harry had set for it and coiled around his left hand so that its head was next to his.

Robert and Cersei exchanged a look. I would prefer to train by myself if I can. I have an idea for a new discipline that Her smart, intelligent, handsome, warg son.

Her son never ever got angry. They have heard tell of your intelligence and wished to extend an invitation to join as a novice.

If their time of glory is gone, let it be gone. Let sleeping dragons lie. The guild, even reduced to a mere curiosity, is still widely known across Westeros.

Harry eyes it critically. After the festivities of his eighth nameday, he asked a room from his father to research and try out things he learned from reading.

While the request had garnered a raised eyebrow, he was immediately granted that which he asked. His parents were really free with things, whether material possessions or their love.

He was far from ungrateful, but the contrast between this and his former life often sent him into his melancholic moods. He takes a look at the woman next to him, then nudges her with his elbow.

Harry waved her off. The maid seemed very confused with his attitude towards her. Little did she know that he knew what it meant to serve without gratitude, and thus tried to be a decent human being to the servant folk unlike the other royalty in the castle.

His mother was his world and all but How will his journey be affected if the Shadow Clone Jutsu was not the only thing he learned from the Forbidden Scroll that night?

Naruto has only just failed his first Academy exam and must resit in the same year. His previous class moved up without him! How will his remaining days in the sheltered world of the Academy pass with new people and Bully munchkins, messed-up parents of said munchkins, some supportive munchkins, and one giant ball of cuddly floof.

Where Harry is a low-key alcoholic, Tony is a cute little thing, and everyone is dead tired waiting for what they know is going to happen to happen.

Armed with a technique that is a mix of a blessing and a curse, a closer knit Team 7, and friends who care, Naruto vows to never lose a precious person if he can help it.

And if giant space-crustaceans want to end all civilization? Before any bastard children are borne from incest, the dying bond of love in a forced marriage rang true when Cersei birthed Hadrian, a comely white-haired green-eyed child.

Little did she know that this was not his first chance at life. As a person with powers and knowledge from another world at his disposal, how will the world change to his whims?

The wheels of fate turn with every action one makes. No matter how insignificant, every move from the smallest step to the largest heart-clenching decision shapes the future.

Centuries after that fatal day of the battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter has fallen into legend, a bedtime story parents tell their children, a name whispered around campfires.

He wanders the world alone and immortal, until one single reckless moment sends him hurtling into a parallel dimension of heroes and villains.

A new enemy arises from an ancient power, and Harry must take a stand as the last wizard to protect this new world. Naruto realizes the ability of the Kage Bunshin the night after being attacked by Mizuki.

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  1. Zut says:

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