𝕸idnight 𝕽ain / As long as I'm here,
no one can hurt you
chapter two ━━ you can't help but become the sun.
( The letter )

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☪︎┇ LUCERYS WAS HAPPY. His older sister looks to happy that his own heart ach. Just like his loving mother, he was torn between being sad or happy.

Rhaenyra looks at the screen as the scene start to play out.

The family was having their breakfast when they heard the click of the letter box. "I'll get it!" Ambrosia said standing up from the table.

Her hair were messily curly, nobody could make it straight unless they had Ambrosia's agreement.

Rhaenyra laughs quietly, her hair was something that she taken from Laenor but in that new life it must be from her other father.

She walked outside and opened the mailbox. A few letters from muggleborn order members, some junk mail and a letter addressed to her?

Ambrosia started giggling running around in the manor. She was happy because she finally have her Hogwarts letter. One of most happiest moment in a magical child's life.

"Aunty! Uncle!" she shouted, running into the house. "Yes sweetie?" asked Petunia.

Ambrosia grinned.

"I got my Hogwarts letter! I got my Hogwarts letter! I got my Hogwarts letter!" Ambrosia exclaimed. "That's great princess!" Nicholas said "Now we have to get you the best broom!"

"Hogwart?" Aemond questions curiously.

"A school built for young wizards and witches to teach them everything they need to do and knows." Vhagar explains.

Otto grins, a school of witches was good then. He could have some of those stupid girls to wed his grandsons and have them squeezing out as many as wizards baby.

( eww )

Petunia rolled her eyes.

"I am pretty sure that a first years aren't even allowed brooms, husband." Petunia chimed in. "We'll get her one in the second year then!" Nicholas stated

"You're almost more excited than me, uncle!" Ambrosia said, chuckling. The three laughed over their breakfast and planned their trip to Diagon Alley.

She smiled.

Miss. A. Potter

De Luca Manor

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald- green ink. There was no stamp.

Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Ambrosia saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake
surrounding a large letter A.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

"He is neither another Otto or Viserys." Daemond commented without a care
in the world.

"Daemon!" Viserys glares at him angrily, yet remorse were full in the eyes of the old man.

Dear Miss. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all
necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

"Ambrosia, are you ready to go? We need to go," Petunia called up the stairs as she grabbed her purse and coat. It was rather chilly outside so she opted for a pair of jeans and a purple sweater shirt with warm boots on her feet.

Alicent looked at the clothes of the woman with disgusted. She couldn't believe that such clothes exists.

The sound of little footsteps running towards the staircase was heard and it wasn't long before Ambrosia appeared wearing a floral dress with a sweater in her hand. She smiled down at them.

The family apparated to Diagon Alley. Nicholas read for all the equipment that he will buy for his only niece.

"D-did he just-" Ser Criston was agape at the sudden use of magic which didn't surprise Daemon.

"Yes, he just apparate." The Rogue prince says in a matter of fact tone.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear. 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags COURSE BOOKS All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk. A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling. A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch.

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore. Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

Wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set glass or crystal phials telescope set brass scales. Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

"A broomstick?" Lucerys questions, his curiousity always get the best out of himself.

"It's a brush with twigs at one end and a long handle, on which witches are said to fly." Rhaenyra explains it to her son. She, herself didn't know much other than those books she read before.

Lucerys nods happily.

They bought Ambrosia's school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts
where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.

Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Ambrosia now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing.

"The owl look like it was made out of snow!" Rhaena says with a smile plaster on her face.

"I agree with you!" Joffrey nods his head happily interacting with his step sister.

And in her Petunia's arm were a red fox. Ambrosia couldn't choose between the noble white animal and the crimson red sly fox. It was too hard so she brought both.

Hedwig and Scarlett.

"Beautiful." Helaena whispers quietly bouncing Jaehaera on her lap while Jaehaerys and Maelor were on the floor trying to talk.

Rhaenyra watches her sons, Viserys II crawling toward Maelor with a smile
on his baby face like.

"I'm getting my own wand today! That's so awesome that I'll be able to do magic!" Ambrosia rambled on
as she walked with her family and stopping occasionally to look at the windows.

"That's right, Now, you won't be taking your uncle's wand anymore, right?" Petunia said.

Ambrosia smiled mischievously, while crossing her two fingers behind her back. "Yes, aunty!" She giggled.

"That a sly move." Daemon chuckles.

"Sly, I think she will get in Slytherin." Nicholas whispered to Petunia. "You think?" Petunia raised an eye brow.

"I thought of Gryffindor since her parents were in Gryffindor and also, Ambrosia is obsessed with the color red. Gryffindor is red." Petunia stated.

"May I guess that Slytherin and Gryffindor have something to do with the magical school?" Corlys states.

"Well guess, Slytherin is the house of the snake while Gryffindor is the house of the lion, there are two more that you will see soon." Balerion explains.

Daemon frowns, maybe he should pray for his step daughter to not go to the house of the snakes.

"Hm, you do have a point, my wife." Nicholas chuckles, as he planted a soft kiss on his wife's cheek.

The three walked to Ollivander's to get Ambrosia's wand. They walked through the door and Ambrosia looked around. It was tiny, empty except for a spindly chair. And there was a lot of dust. She frowned.

Ambrosia was not a spoiled brat but still, she did prefered to have a clean place. She didn't dare to touch anything which had Petunia amuse.

"She have always dislike dust!" Viserys I laughs carefreely, surprisingly lighting up the room that was tense because of the faction.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice.

Ambrosia smiled. An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop. "Hello," said Ambrosia cheerfully.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon.
Ambrosia Potter." It wasn't a question.

"What type of last name is Potter?" Aegon II says drunkenly.

"The type to make you fall on your knees, Aegon II." Vhagar growls lowly.

He flinches.

"You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

"To be true, they haven't mention the princess's parents." Ser Gerardys states quietly.

Rhaenyra frowns, she was quiet worried at that fact. Did her sweet girl's parents abandoned her? Or have they passed away?

Petunia smiled sadly at the mention of her now long dead sister and brother in law. Ambrosia' smiled brighten at the mention of her mother.

"Oh." Aegon II raised an eye brow. "A moment of silent please."

"I will give you a moment of silence when I slit up your throat, nephew." Daemon smiles, almost in a psychotic way.

"Then I shall party all night." Rhaenyra smiles at well.

"Aegon, tht's enough." Viserys glares at his older son. He starts to regret to have killed his sweet Aemma for a son.

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Ambrosia. Ambrosia wished she would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy. "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it, it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

Petunia stayed quiet, she watched
her niece's reaction.

Ambrosia nodded and step back to stand in front of her uncle who narrowed his eyes at Ollivander. "She is here for her wand." He said firmly.

Corly hummes quietly watching his granddaughter's uncle in that life. He was happy to know that there were someone to protect Jacaera.

"Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, giving Nicholas a nod. "Well, now Miss Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"I'm right-handed," said Ambrosia excitedly. "Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Ambrosia from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said,

"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Miss Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands
are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite
the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with
another wizard's wand."

"I do not understand anything thing that this man is saying." Alicent scoffs.

"Which clearly mean that you need
a brain." Daemon snickers with his infamous grin.

Aemond's one eye narrowed at Daemon, he didn't seem to notice that the boy who had taken his eye was glaring at him.

Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Miss Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."

Ambrosia took the wand and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr.
Ollivander snatched it out of her hand almost at once. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-"

Ambrosia tried but she had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was
snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
"No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy.
Go on, go on, try it out."

Ambrosia tried. And tried. She had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

"You don't always find your wand at first try right?" Rhaenys speaks to the Goddess. "No, they have to try many."

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here
somewhere- I wonder, now - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Ambrosia took the wand. She felt a sudden warmth in her fingers. She raised the wand above her head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.

"M-magic!!" Aegon III squeals happily clapping his tiny hands together. "Jacie magic!"

"Yay!" Jaehaera squeals too clapping her hand.

Petunia clapped her hand happily with Nicholas who smiled happily.

Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious... "

"What's curious?" Baela asks bluntly.

He put Ambrosia's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper,
still muttering, "Curious... curious..
"What's curious?" Ambrosia asked bluntly.

Baela chuckles.

Mr. Ollivander fixed Ambrosia with his pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Miss Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather- just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother why, its brother gave you that scar."

Ambrosia clenched her hand.

"Scar? That ugly mark on her forehead?" Aemond raises an eye
brow.

"You can't talk, one-eye prince." Rhaena scowls at Aemond with anger.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things
happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember.... I think we must expect great things from you, Miss Potter, After all, He Who-Must-Not-Be- Named did great things- terrible, yes, but great."

Nicholas paid seven gold Galleons for Ambrosia's wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop. "Hey principessa." Nicholas kissed her forehead.

"Principessa means Princess." The God, Balerion informs them.

"I am fine uncle." Ambrosia flash a small smile. "Darling," Petunia kissed her cheek. "Your parents must be so proud of you." She added.

"Everyone thinks I'm special," she said at last. "All those people in the
Leaky Cauldron, what's so special about losing your parents?" she looked down.

Ryaenyra could understand the feeling of her daughter. After all what was so good at having a crown and being declar Queen if her family was not complete anymore?

"It is not but it is special that they sacrificed themselved for you. It mean that you were their only reason, their treasure, principessa. Your life is precious to all those who love you. We would die for you." Nicholas said firmly.

Ambrosia bited her lower lips and wrapped her tiny arm around his arms. "I will protect you all!" She said determinately. "I will give the Wizard World a true reason to praise me!" A smile form on her lips.

"I promise." Her determination and firmness brought happiness to her love one. She was not alone. She was no lonely wolf, no. She was a lion and a dragon surround by her guardians.

"Ugg stupid Lanister had taint her with their silent roar." Daemon sulks.

Aegon III giggles, planting kisses on his father's cheek after seeing his sulking face.

May the world bow down to her.

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Author's note ━━ Hello beautiful species! New chapter upload! As you can see Ambrosia have a different childhood as well! And again, English
is not my first language so excuse for any mistake. Thank you and have a great day!