AN: This is a part of my Top Harry Universe, with this one being Harry/Rhaegar.

I do not own either HP or GoT, with JK Rowling and GRR Martin owning the respective worlds.

"Harlan Stark. Heir to Winterfell. Will you be jousting?"

"No. I shall leave that to the southron knights," Harry spoke, glancing at his two brothers. Their father had taken leave, had gone to talk with Lord Hoster Tully. Howland Reed was sitting at their table, along with a few of the sons of Lord Walter Whent. The tourney at Harrenhal had come at a good time, with Ned having come back from a recent visit to the Vale, and their sister arriving tomorrow, the whole Stark family would be here.

"I hear you're a good jouster though," Howland said. "The best of the Northern alphas."

"He's good," Benjen added, looking at Ned for backup. "Mayhaps he's been training alone at Moat Cailin but whatever he's doing, it's served our brother well."

"The best of the Northern alphas? There's a lot of alphas to make that number," Harry retorted, grimacing a little and tugging his fur cloak tighter across his shoulders. He had been going to Moat Cailin but not for the reasons his family thought he was. He had chosen to keep the real reason to himself, as he didn't exactly want to draw the notice of the royal family. "And what of our quiet wolf, huh? What were you doing in the Vale just this past moon? See a lady?"

Ned's cheeks reddened as he glared at Harry, who smiled a little. "No. Lord Jon Arryn does not have a daughter, as you well know. In fact, Lord Arryn is looking for another wife."

"Ah well." Harry quieted, settling further into his seat at the table in the great hall at Harrenhal. He could see many lords and ladies in the hall, many riverland lords, some westerland lords and some from the stormlands. Lord Walter Whent had indeed set out to host the biggest tourney this year and had sent out invitations to everyone. The crumbling towers of Harrenhal hadn't dissuaded anyone and Harry could feel the old keep creak and groan with ghosts.

He had kept his ability to see ghosts even as he was reborn as the eldest Stark, the eldest alpha child and heir of Winterfell. Being the Master of Death had benefits but it also had disadvantages, namely ghosts being able to see him as well, if he made eye contact with them. Every keep and castle he had visited since being reborn had its own share of ghosts but none as malevolent as this one.

"I wonder where the king is," Harry murmured, turning to look at the teen next to him. Harry was ten and 9 while Ned was ten and 8 and Lyanna and Benjen even younger. "There was a great big fuss about him coming to this tourney."

"You weren't there when he arrived," Benjen said, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Benjen was a beta and thus didn't have the strong senses of an alpha or omega and yet… "He stunk."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Stunk?"

Harry and Ned exchanged glances, with Ned raising an eyebrow. Harry's second brother was also an alpha but quieter, more stable than most Northern alphas. The Quiet Wolf. Harry had been nicknamed the Strange Wolf, known for his unusual ability to pull back from an alpha rut if he needed or wanted to. His father's bannermen had also become aware of his comings and goings to and from Winterfell.

"He looked mad," Howland replied, staring at Harry in idle interest. Howland was the only one who knew of what Harry was truly doing at Moat Cailin, for Harry had asked the Lord of Greywater Watch for permission to use the abandoned keep. "Like the mad Targaryens of history."

"Mad?" Harry echoed, sparing a look at the platform at the front of the hall. Lord Walter Whent sat to one side of the table on the platform but the seats in the middle of it were set aside for the King and the Crown Prince. "Like King Maegor Targaryen or Queen Rhaenyra? Didn't the smallfolk call her 'King Maegor with tits'?"

"You should see him for yourself. His alpha scent…" Howland trailed off.

"What about the prince's? Didn't he present earlier this year?" Benjen asked.

"He did. As a beta," Ser Edmure Tully said as he turned around at the table next to theirs. "There they are."

Harry turned to the front of the hall, watching as two knights of the kingsguard walked in first. He vaguely recognized Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Barristan Selmy before focusing on King Aerys the Second. And Howland was right. King Aerys' alpha scent was off, wild and uncontained, unchecked. Aerys' purple eyes were wide, as if he was in an alpha rut right now, but Harry wasn't able to smell anything like an alpha rut.

Aerys' long silver hair was matted and his beard looked to be beyond help. His nails were long, uncut, and his skin was pale. Harry had heard from his father that the king hadn't left the Red Keep since the debacle at Duskendale and this… The king looked mad certainly though he was most definitely not the scariest thing that Harry had ever seen. But Howland had been right. The king did stink.

The prince entered right after the king and was… Prince Rhaegar Targaryen definitely deserved the name, The Silver Prince. Rhaegar looked a prince, looked even more a king than the king did. Rhaegar's hair was well groomed, the silvery strands reaching down to his upper back. The red cloak around his shoulders billowed in the slight evening wind that came in through the open doors and windows. His purple eyes looked out over the crowd, observing the hall.

Rhaegar followed his father into the hall, looking out at everyone that was in attendance. It was crowded, every table taken by lords and ladies, by noble born knights and their squires. Everyone from golden haired Lannisters to dark brown haired Northerners had attended. Nearly everywhere he looked, he saw an alpha lord paired with their omega consort or lady.

He was glad of the concoction that Lord Varys had procured for him, the suppressant that would keep him for this tourney. For his father had not wanted anyone to know that the heir to the throne was an omega, was a male omega, even rarer than a female omega. In most locations, male omegas were not given much in the way of protections and rights. But hopefully, when Rhaegar took the throne, he would be able to change that. Granted, if he didn't find an alpha that would be his consort, his father would disinherit him, would exile him.

His father sat down next to Lord Whent and gestured for Rhaegar to follow with his harp. He had brought it in the hopes of providing music for the lords and ladies of the kingdom. The ladies had always enjoyed his music and some had even teared up. He wasn't fond of the attention that his music gathered but he did enjoy making music and writing. It distracted him from the tyrant his father had become, distracted him from the overbearing alpha Aerys had become.

His father had tried once or twice in the past year to mate with him, to induce a heat and breed him. Ser Arthur had pulled the king off both times and had had two kingsguard knights stationed with Rhaegar at all times. Of course, his mother wasn't much help. Rhaella's eyes had been closed to Aerys' behavior for years now.

He walked over to his harp, the instrument already in place for the evening entertainment and sat down in the chair provided. The strings were tuned and ready for him to play.

Harry blinked, silence flowing through the hall as Prince Rhaegar finished playing. Then everyone started to clap, with a few ladies, regardless of orientation, started to cry. He saw at least two male omegas crying as well and Harry could feel a few tears pooling in his own eyes. He hadn't heard such beautiful music in a long time.

The next morning, the tourney started. The morning dawned with a crisp scent to the air, a Northern chill blowing through the tourney arena. Rhaegar had woken up early so as to take a walk around the grounds alone, not wanting to talk politics. The sun hadn't risen yet but there was a slight glow on the horizon, almost beckoning towards him. Rhaegar stepped out of Harrenhal's keep, seeing Ser Lewyn and Ser Arthur walk alongside him.

He took the path that would lead him out of the castle, stepping through the gate with an easy nod to the guardsmen flanking it. The tents surrounding the castle were many and varied, with the banners of the Vale, the Stormlands, the Crownlands, the Riverlands and some of the North. Colorful banners were strewn all over the castle walls, making the dreary grey stone new and not ruined.

"Did you take your potion this morning before you woke?" Ser Lewyn questioned, as they walked on the outskirts of the camp. Fog hovered over the tents and hid their walk as it curled around them. Rhaegar could even see the Isle of Faces from their position, the small island in the middle of the lake that had seen many rumors.

"I did," Rhaegar answered finally. "I will have to thank Lord Varys for giving me some."

"Have any luck finding an alpha?" Ser Arthur asked, his blue eyes narrowed in concern for his best friend. Most members of the kingsguard were either betas or alphas. Omegas couldn't join the kingsguard, as everyone thought that omegas would be too distracted to guard the royal family.

"No. I don't know if any such alpha exists," Rhaegar offered quietly, as they stopped upon a hill overlooking the camps and castle. "Every alpha wants to be lord or lady of a keep or castle. They want to rule if they're the firstborn. Marrying our siblings has been the best way to do it but I have none and I'm not sure if I want to continue marrying in the old traditions."

"Do you want us to look for someone?" Ser Lewyn asked, peering at Rhaegar before looking out over their surroundings. "With this tourney, it would be easy enough."

"I am also here to ask if any lords and ladies would back my claim for the throne," Rhaegar spoke, sighing and looking over at the castle. "My father has grown too mad."

"Are you to speak with-"

"Oh, sorry!"

Arthur and Lewyn both dropped their hands to their blades at the man who appeared from the trees behind them. The man stopped where he stood, his grey eyes wide before narrowing a little. Rhaegar took in the man's appearance, noted the really dark brown hair, dark enough for it to be black, and watched the man take in a deep breath before bowing.

"Your Grace. I'm sorry I interrupted you. Forgive me."

"You're of House Stark?"

"Yes, Your Grace. Harlan Stark, at your service."

"Heir to Winterfell."

Harlan nodded, standing back up and peering at Rhaegar. "If you want me to go, just-"

"I've a mind to talk with you and your father," Rhaegar interrupted, taking in a deep breath too and noting the alpha scent that surrounded the man. It was cold, grey but… old too. Enticing even through the suppressant. "Walk with me?"

Harlan raised an eyebrow but dipped his head in a nod. "Of course. Whatever I can help with, I will."

Harry stared at Prince Rhaegar, seeing the weary, haunted eyes of a young man. He fell into line with the prince and they walked in silence for a few minutes. He didn't mind the presence of the two knights of the kingsguard behind them, as they shadowed the prince. The sun rose around them and Harry enjoyed watching it rise and enjoyed watching the sun make Rhaegar's hair glow.

As far as he knew, Rhaegar was a beta so why… It had felt like he had been instantly drawn to the man from happening upon them a few minutes ago.

"I loved your music last night," Harry offered quietly. "It was beautiful."

"Thank you. You have two brothers."

"Yes, and a sister," Harry added, grinning a little. "And you have a brother?"

"Viserys. Yes. Would you be amenable to hearing me out?" Rhaegar asked, as they stopped again in a small clearing, trees surrounding them.

"I already said yes, Your Grace. What's amiss?"

Rhaegar studied him then nodded. "I would like to take the throne."

Harry blinked, remembering what they had heard of the aftermath of the Defiance at Duskendale. The king had ordered the entire family killed and since seeing the king yesterday, had made a lot of people disgusted. That was along with the burnings. Mad King Aerys had burned people to death, burned people who disagreed with him. "You would need to take the throne by force."

"My father…" Rhaegar trailed off, his voice breaking a little. "He was good once. Now… He is holding something I hold dear."

Harry stared, taking a step closer to the prince, wanting to reach out and touch, to reassure. The alpha wanting to make sure this man wasn't hurting. "Your Grace?"

"I have a secret," Rhaegar spoke, looking into the other young man's eyes and feeling like he could trust Harlan. There was something about him, something unusual, ancient. "If I rebel, take the throne, before my father dies, he will…"

Harlan stared at him, took a step closer. "You're not a beta, are you? And you're not an alpha. I saw you bare your neck to me just for a second when you saw me."

Rhaegar's eyes widened then he peered down at the hill beneath them. Warm, gloved fingers gently gripped his jaw, tipped his chin up. His heart sped up at the touch of the alpha in front of him.

"You're beautiful," Harlan whispered. "Is that what your father is holding against you?"

"Omegas can't rule or hold land."

"And you have that prophecy. That's… I understand that."

Rhaegar stared at Harlan, hearing the new tone in his voice. "What do you mean?"

"If you want to take the throne, your father is going to contest that. Most princes take over when their father is dead."

Harlan removed his hand, took a step back, leaving Rhaegar wanting. He wanted to step back into the man's space, wanted to feel his warmth again. Wanted to bare his neck to him, wanted to be claimed.

"I think I have something to help you with… all this," Harlan finally spoke, studying him then shrugging. "But you can't get angry. I didn't show them off precisely because I didn't want to draw your family's attention."

Rhaegar blinked, watched as Harlan stepped back again and whistled. Loudly. Loudly enough that Rhaegar had doubts that it was just Harry whistling.

"What was that for?" Rhaegar questioned, peering at Harry in confusion.

"Three of my friends followed me here," Harry said idly. "Or I suppose, they traveled to the Vale and stopped there. Of course, I couldn't bring dragons to a tourney but I don't think I could have stopped them if I had tried. They think I'm their mother or something. And me, a Stark. Who would have guessed, you know?"

Rhaegar stared and stared some more, blinked. "Dragons."

"Yes. Dragons."

Rhaegar was about to say he didn't believe him, didn't even dare have hope that someone had hatched dragons. Someone not a Targaryen or Velaryon but then he heard loud thumps. The sun disappeared under a shadow only for a second before returning and then…

His eyes widened at the sight that met him. Three full grown dragons, flying towards them, towards their clearing. One let out a roar and the trees around them shook with the force of it.

"I think it has something to do with my magic," Harlan explained softly. "I know that. But I have no dragon blood in me."

The three dragons set down in the clearing, making it seem small in comparison to the great big creatures in front of him. One was all black, a deep black abyss. Another was red, a deep red like the blood that flowed through their veins. The third was an icy white, reminding Rhaegar of the last winter's mild ice storms.

Rhaegar stared, blinked, pinched himself. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Arthur and Lewyn. Their eyes were wide too, awe and disbelief fighting for prominence on their faces.

The dragons all flanked Harlan, with the dark red one nuzzling into the Stark heir's back. Harlan laughed, laid a hand on the dragon's scales.

"The pretty lady behind me is Freya," Harlan said, after a few minutes of silence only broken by the white dragon roaring. "Frostfyre is the white one and the black one, Balerion."

"You…" Rhaegar trailed off, his voice shaky. "Would you be my alpha?"

Harlan laughed quietly under his breath, his grey eyes intent on him. "Why don't we court one another, Your Grace? I will willingly go with you to help you take the throne but I will have to work it out with my brother, Eddard. He will have to be the heir to Winterfell instead."

Rhaegar nodded, speechless with awe.

"A Stark and a Targaryen in King's Landing."

"Ice and Fire," Rhaegar spoke faintly, finally drawing his gaze away from the dragons to the man in front of him. He took a few steps to close the distance between them and Harlan seemed to sense his intention, opened his arms. Rhaegar stepped into them, warm arms going around him, and melted into the embrace.

A hand coaxed his chin up and Harlan touched his lips to his, pressing into him, surrounding him. "You will have to leave off the suppressants. I would like to be able to taste my mate."

Rhaegar shivered at the promise in those words and opened his mouth, letting Harlan in.

"Harlan?"

"Call me Harry."

"Harry then." Rhaegar melted, feeling Harry's arms wrap around him. "What was that about magic?"

"That is a long story," Harry replied, grinning. "Story for another time perhaps, as we have a tourney to attend."