Prologue

276-2778 AC, Riverrun, Westeros.

Brandon Stark sighed as he made his way back to his temporary accommodations at Riverrun after a long hunt. Hoster Tully, his soon-to-be good-father, had demanded of his father Rickon Stark, that he -Brandon- come and stay at Riverrun for a few weeks to become acquainted with his soon-to-be wife, Catelyn Tully; the eldest of Lord Hoster Tully's children. As he reached his room absent minded, he suddenly heard moans coming from his room but what made his blood boil and the Wolf's Blood to rear its head was the sound of his betrothed's voice and her name being uttered by none other than Petyr Baelish.

Kicking open the door he was greeted to the sight of both Catelyn and Petyr in a state of undress as they made their way to HIS bed.
"Brandon!" Catelyn gasped in surprise, grasping at the meagre clothes covering her form; that did it. Suddenly all hell broke loose as Brandon withdrew is sword and slashed at Petyr sending him to the floor bleeding from his chest to half way down his navel as Catelyn screamed at him to stop drawing the attention of the guards, his father, brothers and sister, Catelyn's siblings and Hoster Tully. Upon their arrival a long and heated argument ensued within Lord Hoster's Solar between himself and Lord Rickon, as Brandon refused to marry Catelyn and rightly so; however, Hoster didn't believe them despite seeing his daughter's state of dress, or rather undress, with his own eyes.

He brazenly stated they were slandering his precious daughter and his House even though they were guests in his home, and if recompense was not granted war would endure between the North and Riverrun.
"Father won't make you marry her after that, right?" Benjen Stark asked his eldest brother as they all huddled together in their father's temporary accommodations.
"I don't know Ben, I hope not. But I won't let you or Ned marry her. I swear it, by the Old Gods." Brandon promised, clasping both of their shoulders in solidarity but unfortunately, it was not to be and it was the start of promises that Brandon could not keep in regards to his younger siblings. Promises he'd regret till he breathed his last breath.

Later that week, Eddard or Ned, to his friends and family, married Catelyn Tully in the Godswood to not only stave off war between two nations, but so his brothers didn't have to caused a fracture upon the Stark family which would only increase as the years went by and Catelyn's demands increased. After conceiving on their wedding night, she made her first demand for changes to the North by giving an ultimatum. If the Sept wasn't built; she would keep Ned's son, Robb, in Riverrun, which she did, for two years, before he would join his family where he truly belonged. In the North. After trying, unsuccessfully, to convert Robb from the Old Gods to the New, she became secretly bitter towards the North and its people which only increased her demands.

***

12 Grimmauld Place, June 20th 1998

"Are you sure about this Andy?" Morgana Potter asked the only mother figure she had left, as she bounced her Godson in her arms as she looked from Death sat in an armchair with long white hair and dark grey eyes to Andy who sat beside her upon the sofa. With a tender smile and sadness warring within her chocolate orbs, Andromeda rested a hand upon Morgana's cheek. Stroking the apple of her cheek with her thumb as Morgana leaned into the hand relishing the tender, loving touch. After so long of receiving nothing but harsh words and even harsher touches, Morgana was starved for love and affection.

"I'm one hundred percent certain, Morgana. You are the only daughter I have left and if he promises we will all be safe. That you and Teddy will be safe, that I will. That we'll be happy then of course I'll follow you. How can I not? With how much D-D-Dora and Remus loved you. With how much T-T-Ted and I love you." Andromeda told her firmly.
"I promise it's safe. You will all be reborn essentially but your souls, hearts and minds will be safe, the only thing different is your bodies." Death or Mort told them in his unique gruff voice.

"With how much Fate has screwed over my Mistress they owe me, they owe you Morgana. I'll be looking after Teddy. He'll be safe and I'll be rewriting parts of Westeros to practically insert you. I've spoken to Remus, Dora and Ted and they've agreed to allow me to put them in another body. You'll have them back for a short time, until Morgana is thirteen where they will have to return to the Fields of Valour. I know not how they will, but they will. They will depart exactly as they did here with Teddy at this age. They agreed to this extra time with the three of you."

Morgana and Andromeda removed a shaky hand from their mouths, tears pouring down their cheeks as they cried shaky thank yous to the God of Death. Mort nodded his head in acceptance as he continued.
"Andromeda you'll be reborn as Lasa Blackmont, youngest daughter to Aidin Blackmont and Ralha Zha of Quarth of House Blackmont with an elder sister, Lara. Don't worry you'll get on better this time around. Ted will be reborn as Aelyx Tamo, a Lord of a minor House sworn to House Blackmont and House Martell in Dorne. As you're the Spare they'll allow you to marry him. You can decide upon Dora's name." Mort said in a gruff voice, throwing a wink at them causing the two to shake their heads fondly at him.

"Remus will be Mikal Perle, a Steward for House Blackmont. Finally, Morgana you'll be Princess Visenya Targaryen born to Princess Elia Martell of Dorne and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. You'll have an older twin sister Rhaenys and eventually a younger brother. Everything else you'll learn as you go Mistress."
"Thank you my dear friend." Morgana said gratefully, taking his hand squeezing softly.
"Anything for my Mistress. Now, are we ready?" At their nods the three stood from their seats as one. Andromeda and Morgana hugged each other tightly and kissed Teddy's head tenderly.

"Andromeda will go first as she's born first, Mistress will be born several years later, seconds in this time, and then finally Teddy, again minutes in our time but years there. You'll both retain your magic but Mistress will have something extra due to her new heritage. You'll remember this life once you reach eleven to gain control of your magic as it's different there." Mort warned them.

Nodding in understanding the two Ladies said their farewells to each other for the time being as Mort chanted in Ancient Latin and soon Andromeda disappeared in a bright light, an hour later Morgana followed and then Mort disappeared with Teddy in his arms. Leaving the Wizarding World to fend for themselves for a change; but not knowing the Game of Thrones has now come into play.

***

July 31st 279 AC, Dragonstone, Westeros.

Princess Elia Martell Targaryen screamed in agony as she laboured with bringing her second child into the world, having just brought her precious Rhaenys Targaryen into the world twelve minutes beforehand. However, as she pushed with the next contraction, squeezing her best friend and Lady-in-waiting's hand, Lasa Tamo née Blackmont, a phenomenon happened outside the walls of Dragonstone and all around the south of Westeros. The already hot day started to become hotter and hotter as Elia came closer to bringing her second child into the world, and as she screamed her last scream her cries mingled with that of her newborn's; fires sprang to life ravaging everything in its path.

Birthing a name upon the new babe that'll follow her for life, much like in her previous life. As Elia held her baby staring lovingly at her olive skin tone, Raven-black curly hair and bright violet eyes, she was named, "Visenya Targaryen." While all around Westeros she was dubbed a similar title, "Visenya Fireborn of House Targaryen, the second of her name." Bringing forth a prophecy that'll hide in the shadows until the time is right to be made known.

***

King's Landing 282 AC.

Elia smiled as she watched her twins run around the gardens giggling as they swung sticks at each other clumsily while Elia sat beside her dear friend Lasa who rocked Elia's newborn son, Aegon in her arms, out of the corner of her eyes she saw Sir Arthur Dayne and her brother Oberyn (who was visiting for a few weeks) watching over them with smiles of their own upon their faces. A wider smile pulled at her lips when the girls' giggles grew louder and Aegon gurgled in reply, the twins Rhaenys and Visenya were inseparable. They were so energetic that Elia struggled to keep up with them at times.

You also didn't see one without the other, and the twins were very over protective and loving towards each other and their new brother. She remembered when her youngest, Visenya, begged to let her and Rhaenys learn to fight. At three Name Days old, they were both already so clever, and so intelligent they could speak fluently in their mother tongue: High Valyrian; but they were also kind and gentle, and fierce and very stubborn at times. She remembered a few months ago when Visenya begged her just before Aegon was born, they never really left Elia's, Arthur's, Rhaella or even Lasa's sight as their father and grandfather cared very little for them.

~ Flashback ~

"Mummy?" Visenya and Rhaenys cried, looking up from the Valyrian book they were reading.
"Ñuha issa Rūsī?" Elia asked, looking up the sewing she was doing. She'd taught them High Valyrian in Rhaegar's place as he had run off with the harlot wolf of Winterfell, Lyanna Stark. She hated the pair of them after they'd embarrassed her in front of the entire Realm at Harrenhal, but she had two nearly three children who had her whole heart in their tiny hands. Especially when her girls seemed to converse with just a look. Elia thought it was adorable.
"Mummy, we want to learn to fight like Uncle Oberyn and our cousins. Like the Warrior Princesses of Dorne and Targaryen." Little Visenya told her boldly, she definitely lived up to her title 'Fireborn', as she clasped hands with her elder twin sister. They had a bond like nothing anyone had ever seen.

Setting her sewing aside she shared amused glances with Lasa before, with difficulty, knelt before her twins kissing them on the forehead causing them to giggle brightly.
"Do you now?" Elia asked teasingly, both girls nodded so hard she feared they'd give themselves a headache. "Well, then you must of course become the greatest Warrior Queens anyone has known from either family." Elia and Lasa laughed as the girls cheered so loudly it echoed around the room as they jumped up and down.
"We have to tell Uncle Viserys! And Anya!" Rhaenys cheered excitedly, the twins dashing out of the room before anyone could stop them.

~ end of flashback ~

Elia was brought out of her thoughts by a gentle nudge from Lasa to the ribs.
"What's wrong?" She queried questionably, Lasa just nodded in the direction behind Elia. Confused Elia turned around only for an amused smirk to play on her lips as she spotted the terrible duo sneaking or trying to sneak into the garden with how clumsy the girl was, always tripping over thin air; they were: Viserys and Anya Tamo Blackmont. Lasa's daughter, Viserys' best friend and the girls' big sister.
"And what do you two think you're doing here and not in your lessons?" Lasa and Elia asked sternly, trying to hide their smiles.
"Why hello Mum. Auntie Elia." Anya greeted her mother and auntie sweetly.
"Yes. Why hello aunties." Viserys grinned sweetly.
"Nice try." Elia and Lasa drawled, neat, dark eyebrows arched.

The two seven year olds cracked immediately.
"Oh, but Maester Pycelle is soo creepy and soo boring!" The mischievous pair, known as Viserys and Anya, groaned.
"We'd much rather come learn to fight with Vis and Rhae, and play with them and Aegon." Viserys added.
"Sister, he is very creepy and extremely boring." Oberyn added, mischief gleaming in his dark eyes causing the Princess of Dorne and her Lady in Waiting to let out loud groans.
"Anya!! Uncle Vis-Vis!!" Visenya and Rhaenys shouted, dropping their wooden swords as they embraced the elder children tightly, too tightly. Alarm bells immediately started ringing in Viserys' mind but before he could ask his youngest niece what was wrong, Anya (the playful and mischievous girl she is) teased him trying to ease the twins' nerves.

"Vis-Vis?" She giggled.
"Yes!" Rhaenys insisted seriously. "He cannot be Vis as my little sister is called that. Only my sister." She insisted firmly, holding her little sister's hand with one hand, the other hand clenched on her hip as she glared at them. Despite wanting to seem fierce, everyone couldn't help but think the two girls were very cute with how overprotective they were of each other and how close their bond was.
"It's okay Rhae, I'm not taking Visenya's name. Now, Vis what's wrong? Did you have another Dragon Dream again?" He asked gently, catching everyone's attention. They feared what the three year old had seen.
"The Stag u-u..." Visenya trailed off, struggling with the word.

"Usurps." Lasa added helpfully, but a frown marred her face as she worried for not only her daughter but her best friend and her children. She'll have to write to her husband and sister to get Aelyx to stay in Dorne and send her daughter to them. Then she can better protect Elia and her children.
"Yes. He kills Daddy, the Wolves, Lions and Fishes come. Golden Lion kills Grandpa, Mummy...Mummy..." Visenya burst into uncontrollable tears clutching onto her sister, little brother and mother as tightly as she could. Elia's face contorted in pain, tears gleaming in her chocolate orbs, as she remembered her youngest daughter waking during the night screaming for her, Rhaenys and little Aegon. She remembered how her daughter had dreamed of many things in the past.

She had thought they had just been dreams. Everyone had. Until what Visenya dreamt started coming true; proving she had Dragon Dreams. Aerys was beside himself with glee and kept them close, becoming more sound of mind around Visenya then he'd been in years. Viserys and Anya had become even more overprotective than they already were. Rhaella and herself had been grief stricken over the news; they didn't want the children to dream and predict such things; things no children should know about. What had solidified it, however, in everyone else's mind, was when Visenya actually predicted Rhaegar leaving them for Lyanna Stark; not a week later it happened.
"Don't worry Vis," Viserys' voice brought Elia out of her thoughts. "I'll protect you Rhaenys and Aegon. Nothing will happen to you." Viserys swore, a promise he soon wouldn't be able to keep, unbeknownst to him.

"I'll go and inform my mother." He added to his aunts, uncle and Visenya's guards. Before anyone could stop him he took off back towards the Keep as fast as his legs could carry him.
"We must make a plan, sister. If- if..." Oberyn could not bring himself to say the words.
"I know." Elia said voice tight with constrained tears, she wouldn't let them fall just yet, she had her pride and joys to think of. If she could ensure just one of their survivals it would be worth it. She knew Visenya would be the one to live, she didn't know how she knew but she did and it broke and soothed her heart all at once.

She also knew it would change her baby forever and she hated it. She hated selfish people who cared only for the lump of iron sitting in the middle of the Throne Room, and gold. Despite knowing this, however, she would strive to make sure all three of her babies lived if it was the last thing she did. Turning her back to her friends and brother, Elia tried to calm her distraught daughter down with the help of her sister, Rhaenys and older sister in all but blood, Anya.

After several minutes Visenya was finally calm enough to loosen her vice-like grip on her family. Smiling lovingly but tinted with sadness, Elia whispered to her children how much she loved them, kissing each of their heads she sent them off to play; she had work to do.
"Sir Arthur, I wish for you to become Visenya's personal guard." Elia requested.
"It would be my honour Princess Elia." Sir Arthur said graciously, bowing at the waist.
"In the event what my daughter has seen comes to pass I want you, Lasa, and Sir Barristan to get Visenya out of the city and make your way to my brothers in Sunspear. Sirs Meryn and Alexander Tyrell and my maid Laurel will escape with Rhaenys and Aegon and I, and we will meet up with you in the underground cave where we'll have a boat waiting. Too large a party will attract too much attention.

But, in the event that I, Rhaenys and Aegon don't meet up with you ten minutes after the set time then leave this place, and if we don't make it tell Visenya how much I love her, please? Oberyn, will you, Ellaria and Doran look after my daughter? Raise her as your own?" Elia begged, tears flowing down all their cheeks. Lasa, Oberyn and Sirs Arthur and Barristan all nodded with their own tears tracking down their cheeks.

Later that day, Visenya and her elder sister Rhaenys were in their bedroom with their Uncle Viserys who was teaching them some more High Valyrian.
"Dāria?" He asked his two nieces in High Valyrian, who sat in front of him with wide, attentive violet eyes.
"Queen." The two girls answered in the Common Tongue.
"Correct." Viserys beamed, kissing the crowns of their heads.
"Like Vis." Rhaenys replied giddily, but her sister shook her head.
"Daor!" Visenya denied firmly. "You will be Queen, Rhae before me and after Daddy and grandfather."

"Daor!" Rhaenys argued. "You will be a Warrior Queen like Visenya and have a dragon, too. I'll be your..." she trailed off as she tried to think of the correct word but it escaped her three year old mind.
"Hand of the Queen?" Viserys suggested helpfully, the twins had this argument often as Visenya didn't like being put above her sister who she adored - even if only Rhaenys was the only one to do it.
"Yes! That!" Rhaenys nodded her head emphatically, pointing at their uncle. "Thank you Uncle Vis-Vis."
"But -" Visenya frowned, she cut herself off as she lunged at her elder twin hugging her tightly. "You're my sister."

"She'll always be your sister, Vis. And I'll be the greatest warrior to protect my two wonderful nieces!" Viserys declared, sticking out his chest making the two girls giggle. "Right off to bed with you both before both our mothers scold us." He stood stretching his arms above his head before scooping both girls into his arms to tuck them into bed. Smiling as they snuggled against each other in Visenya's bed, no doubt they'll both be in Rhaenys's bed tomorrow.
"Love you Rhae. Love you Uncle Vis-Vis." Visenya yawned.
"Love you too Vis. Love you Uncle Vis-Vis." Rhaenys added too.
"Love you too, my little Dragon Queens. Now, get some rest." Viserys kissed their foreheads as he tucked them in. But as he went to leave he was called back into the room as the girls asked for a story.

"Fine." He sighed, a smile on his face as they giggled. "Just one. Which one?" He asked, sitting at the bottom of the bed.
"Daenys the Dreamer!" Both girls exclaimed excitedly. They always had to start at the beginning of their history when asking for stories and work their way up through time until now.
"Okay." Viserys beamed, getting comfy as he started the story.

***

King's Landing 283 AC.

The dreaded day had come to pass. It all started when they received news that Rhaegar had been killed at the Trident by Robert Baratheon who had cleaved his chest in two with his war hammer, and was now marching towards King's Landing to wipe out the rest of House Targaryen. King Aerys refused to leave King's Landing and with the Gold Cloaks so depleted (half had gone with Rhaegar who had them left some with the upstart that had been the cause of this war; Lyanna Stark), leaving the rest of the knights to be split once again between Queen Rhaella; Princess Elia and Rhaenys and Aegon; Visenya; and protecting the city. Leaving only Jamie Lannister to protect the king.

And only a tiny portion of those knights could actually be trusted.
"Viserys, come!" The heavily pregnant Queen Rhaella ordered her remaining son as they made a break for it with their small entourage as they made for the safe haven of Dragonstone via sea.
"Mother!!! We cannot leave!! Not without Elia and her children! I promised Vis and Rhae that I'd always protect them and Aegon! I'm their uncle!" Viserys shouted, arms crossed across his chest.
"I know my love and you will see them again I promise but for now we must separate to protect everyone as well as we can." Rhaella placated soothingly, rubbing her son's cheekbone tenderly. Sighing as he knew he would not win, Viserys nodded and a moment later they set sail not knowing of the consequences these actions wrought.

***

As the opposing army slaughtered all in their path, Sirs Arthur and Barristan fought their way through expertly as they protected Lasa who carried a crying Visenya (she'd felt Rhaenys' fear and a moment later she'd felt a hollow feeling within her heart and soul as she felt her elder twin sister die through the connection they shared); the seasoned knights protected the pair as they made their way through the Keep to the boat underground that Varys had waiting for them. Thankfully they made it to the boat without too much hassle. Upon their arrival they noted Varys was still standing beside it.
"Why would you help us?" Lasa asked suspiciously, her dark orbs narrowed at the Master of Whispers.

"I'm loyal to the people of the Realm not Kings and Queens," Varys explained, Sirs Arthur and Barristan tensed their hands resting on their Valyrian swords. Visenya's two Valyrian swords 'Dark Sister' and 'Blackfyre' were strapped to Lasa's back as a precaution, along with multiple daggers strapped to her ankles and thighs, plus she too had magic, which she would use as a last resort. Better to not let everyone know of your abilities until it's too late for them. Queen Rhaella had gifted the Targaryen Ancestral swords to her granddaughter for her Fourth Nameday a few days ago, knowing that when the time came she would be the first Targaryen to wield them in centuries.

"However," Varys continued quickly. "I know from what I have seen of Visenya so far, that she will be what is best for the Realm. The first to do so in centuries." He added, remembering the fierce but sweet and kind girl who'd play with the children no matter their circumstances of birth, teaching them to read and write with her and her twin.

He just hoped she'd recover from losing her twin. He had long since suspected they had a deeper bond than many other twins and knew she was like Daenys the Dreamer with her Valyrian magic and Dragon Dreams. Satisfied he was not a threat to their Princess, Sirs Arthur and Barristan climbed into the boat with Lasa and Visenya, who had fallen into a fitful sleep, and set sail for Sunspear. Varys watched them go until they were but a speck on the horizon before he left to send word with his little birds to Queen Rhaella in Dragonstone.

***

Dragonstone 283 AC.

Queen Rhaella groaned as she laboured trying to bring her daughter Daenerys into the world. This pregnancy and labour was much harder on her body than the others, she supposed it was to do with all the miscarriages she'd suffered. The death of her eldest son and the fall of her family certainly didn't help. She screamed as loud as the storm outside as she finally gave birth to her daughter but it hardly brought her joy. She was far too weak to feel anything and could hardly muster up a smile for her daughter as she named her, 'Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen'.

She knew she was dying. She could feel her life slowly trickling out of her and knew when the storm finally stopped so too would her life.
"My Queen, I bring news!" Sir Whent exclaimed, bursting into the room Viserys right behind him.
"No! Out!" Her Lady in Waiting, Nyella ordered. "The Queen has had an extremely hard labour and does not need -"

"It's okay Nyella." Rhaella whispered. "What is it?"
"Stains Baratheon is outside the walls with a massive army. The barricades are holding them off for now but I don't know how long for. I also have news from King's Landing." Sir Oliver Whent added grimly, Viserys perked up at this news. "Princess Visenya has safely made it to Sunspear in Dorne with Lasa Tamo and Sirs Arthur Dayne and Barristan Selmy. However, Princess Elia was betrayed by those who were supposed to protect and get her to Dorne. The Mountain brutally killed Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon before he and the others beat and raped Princess Elia before they too, brutally killed her.

Sir Jamie Lannister also betrayed your House by stabbing your husband, King Aerys in the back. I'm so sorry, my Queen." He apologised sincerely, not knowing of his Prince who had followed him in and stood in a horrified shocked trance behind him before a shout suddenly burst from his lips surprising even Viserys.
"NOOO!!!" Viserys screamed, tears falling from his violet eyes.
"My love." Rhaella whispered, hand outstretched, like his years proved Viserys ran into his mother's arms seeking comfort like any child would, especially one at eight years old who had suffered such upheavals. "I'm so sorry you had to hear such things, they were not for your ears.

There will be a time to grieve for our family but it is not now. You must be strong for me, my dragon, for I too am not long for this world. You must protect your sister Daenerys and you must protect yourself and Visenya. You three are the last dragons. For now, Sir Oliver Whent will take you and Daenerys East until it is safe but I know you will see your niece again. I swear it." Rhaella promised when Viserys went to argue.
"Okay mother." Viserys agreed, wiping away his tears. "I love you."
"I love you too darling." Rhaella whispered, fighting to keep her eyes open as the storm was fading from the sky and with it her life.

"My Queen we must leave." Nyella insisted, holding Daenerys close to her chest.
"You must go without me." Rhaella insisted firmly. "Viserys, send my crown to my granddaughter." She ordered, straining herself to prop herself up a little. "As my life leaves me I name my successor and rightful Heir to the Iron Throne in my granddaughter. Queen Visenya Fireborn of House Targaryen, Second of Her Name, of the Blood of Old Valyria, Mistress of Death, the Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, the Shield of Her People, and Protector of the Realm. All Hail!"

"All Hail Queen Visenya Fireborn of House Targaryen!" The knights, maids, Maester, Ladies in Waiting and Viserys cheered; Viserys the proudest of them all. Rhaella smiled satisfied as the Maester sent ravens to every corner of Westeros and beyond carrying letters of the words she just declared. Now everyone will know the truth and the Usurper will know House Targaryen was indeed not gone and there would soon be a reckoning brought by Fire and Blood.
"Go, all of you!" She ordered as strongly as she could muster.
"No, we shall stay with you." Maester Ignis said, nodding to her second Lading in Waiting, Tova who stood facing the door with a sword in hand.

"Thank you." Rhaella whispered, watching through bleary eyes as the others got her children to safety. She could now leave this world, joining the Halls of the Valyrian Gods in peace knowing she'd done all she could to give them a chance. And that was all that mattered in the end. Due to their Old Valyrian connection and the connection to their Gods, the Targaryens were known to turn even the tiniest chances in their favour as they brought Fire and Blood upon their enemies. She knew from her Dragon Dreams that her beloved granddaughter Visenya would revive and bring about a new age for the House of Targaryen and all of Westeros and they would both flourish under her care, and as her soul finally escaped her body she took comfort in that.

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High Valyrian to English translations:

* Ñuha issa Rūsī? = Yes, my babies? (Ñuha = my. Issa = yes or is. Rūsī = babies).
*Daor = no.

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