Summary: Hermione and Harry died together in their own world and were reborn in a new one. The mysterious children of Stannis Baratheon are coming to court and they with them magic and power that has not been seen in millenniums. After the death of Jon Arryn, everyone wanted to use them to further their own agendas, but no one expected the Baratheon twins.

Sorry it has been too long since I have posted anything. I have graduated recently and started a career! This has kinda kept me away, but I promise I won't disappear again. I intend to continue The Only King but at this time I have too many issues with the story and want to finish rewriting it before I post anything new for that story. In the meantime, please check this out and let me know what you think!

Harry Potter was hailed as The Boy Who Lived for sixteen years, and on June 2nd of 1997 he was forever known as The Defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Although, most people still refused to say his name, and still called him You-Know-Who. It was on that day that Harry Potter's life changed forever.

Despite all the death and destruction that occurred on that fateful day, Hermione Granger could still remember the sun shining with naught a cloud in the sky. She would have expected it to be storming with grey clouds and bright flashes of lightning. Perhaps with each boom of thunder, she could have ignored the screams surrounding her and the sickening crunch of bodies falling on the ground.

Ronald Weasley prepared for battle on the steps of Hogwarts with a thimble of brandy while he watched the Death Eaters bombard the wards that were slowly falling down. Standing beside his two best mates, he knew that he might not make it through the day. He did not have the vast knowledge of curses and spells that Hermione knew, nor the sheer magical strength that Harry possessed. And perhaps he should have listened to his mum and stayed with the rest of the family as the last line in defense of Hogwarts. But he was not going to leave Harry and Hermione. They had been together for seven years and he was not going to let them die without him by their side.

The battle had ended right as the sun set on the horizon. Harry was dueling Voldemort on the shore of the Great Lake while Hermione and Ron were keeping others at bay when a striking green curse struck the latter in the side. Hermione's piercing scream and Voldemort's sinister cackle was all he could hear as he watched Ron crumble to the ground, lifeless and grey. It was in the moments that followed that he defeated his lifelong enemy. Using the elder wand won off of Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter fired off Avada Kedavra and killed Voldemort, who was still laughing.

He could not recall the months after the Final Battle. He knew that he must have attended a dozen funerals and have given a handful of speeches, but something had happened when that curse had struck Voldemort. Memories that were not his own seemed to consume his nights, and power, more than he ever experienced or expected to possess, now coursed through his body. There were even moments when he had the burning urge to hurt someone.

It was not until he received Dumbledore's pensieve that he understood what had happened to him. With the death of Ron, Hermione had not left his side for more than a few hours and it was her that discovered the great secret that the former Headmaster had tried to tell Harry before his death a year earlier. And it was Hermione who saved Harry from killing himself once he had learned that he was Voldemort's unintentional Horcrux.

She had rocked him when he crumbled to the floor after viewing its contents. Hermione who kissed his brow and told him that it was okay. It was her who made him swear an unbreakable vow to never leave her, to never leave him. If the day comes that it is suddenly too unbearable to continue, then they would leave this world together, but it would have to be together. Hermione could not live in a world without her friends, and Harry was the only one left.

For five years, they travelled the world and dealt with Harry's conflicting memories and growing power. Hermione spent days in libraries both Light and Dark in hopes of finding a way to separate the sliver of the Dark Lord that remained within Harry, but there was nothing to be done. There was no record of a living Horcrux and so even methods that might have worked in transferring it to another object were deemed too risky.

The one thing that they did learn was that eventually the Horcrux would win. Without a living host, the sliver of Voldemort's soul would grow and eventually take over Harry's body. They spent days lying in the bed of the small apartment that they had rented in Northeast India, crying and sleeping. After four days Hermione refused to let this continue. It was decided that the only course of action was to accept it and not fight. She believed that as long as they didn't fight it then there was a strong possibility that the two souls would merge and leave Harry in control.

When they finally returned to Britain, it was to a different Wizarding World then they had expected. Too many of the good had died beside the bad, leaving weak and fearful wizards and witches in charge of running their world. Most magical creatures were being hunted and many had chose to leave the wizarding world altogether. Wizards and witches were being monitored and magic was being more constricted than ever.

The next ten years were some of the most wonderful and terrible of Harry's life. As his soul merged with the Dark Lord's he gained an understanding of how to change the world that had sprouted up in his absence and when politics could not solve things, Harry had to takeover the Ministry through force. While not nearly as disastrous at the war against Lord Voldemort, there were many people that died in order for Harry to rise in power.

But despite the destruction and power, Hermione and him had grown to love each other more than just as friends. It was on his 30th birthday that he had married the only person that would love him no matter what. Even in his darkest moments, when his eyes would flash red in anger, she was still by his side, supporting everything he did.

Once his power was established, Harry and Hermione worked on changing the Wizarding World for the better. They balanced the Light and the Dark, abolished laws that they deemed too evil, and removed most restrictions on magic and its practitioners. And for the next hundred years they ruled in peace.

Harry passed on the mantle of leadership to his godson Teddy at the age of 120. With his wife by his side, Harry traveled the world once more and sought out new and ancient magic alike. They were happy and while there were occasional moments when the sliver of Voldemort appeared, Harry was mostly whole.

On her deathbed, Hermione attempted to release Harry from the vow that bound their lives together. They had learned early in his political career that he was the Master of Death and thus could live for hundreds of more years if someone won a Hallow, if not forever. But Harry refused and when she drew her last breath, he turned his wand on himself.

As the flash of green consumed his vision, he hoped that when he woke again, it would be beside his wife, his friends, and his family. But of course, nothing ever worked exactly as Harry wanted.

In a world, far different than the one that they had left behind, Harry and Hermione were reborn. Harry could not die and an unbreakable vow made in a moment of desperation, allowed him to keep her by his side.

After Robert's Rebellion, Stannis Baratheon returned to Dragonstone with a new bride. Forced to marry in order to keep his brother's peace and further cement an alliance with House Lannister, the new Lord of Dragonstone wed Lady Myrielle of House Brax. She was beautiful, with striking green eyes and hair the color of honey.

As a man who always did his duty, his wife was with child. Stannis was not a very kind man, but there was no doubt that in the months that lead up to his children's birth that he loved Myrielle very much.

It was on Winter Solstice that she went into labor. They had known that they were going to have twins and, so for the first time in years, Stannis prayed to the New Gods. He prayed that he would not lose the woman that he had grown to love.

Waiting outside his wife's chamber, listening to his wife cry and scream, the maester Cressen stepped out into the hallway. "I'm sorry, my dear boy," he had uttered before beckoning him in. His beautiful wife lay in a bed of white cotton, smeared with blood. Tears were falling down her face as she reached for him.

Kneeling by her side, kissing her wrist as everyone, but the maester left, Stannis wept as she made him promise to love their children. She would not survive, but a part of her would be with him forever. After swearing to be there for her children, the maester gave her as much milk of the poppy that could ease her pain and slit her stomach open to save her babies. Myrielle died before even seeing her children.

It took Stannis three days to name his son and heir, and his daughter. Hadrian was a strong baby with powerful lungs that would scream if he was moved further than a few feet from his twin Hermione. They were beautiful and that only made it harder to be in their presence. After only a few months past their birth, Stannis returned to King's Landing.

Harry and Hermione were raised by Maester Cressen, and only saw their father every few months. Content to be children and enjoyed being together, neither felt any particular way about his absence. Too young to really do anything, both just enjoyed the freedom of being a child.

Around their third birthday, Stannis married Selyse Florent. While the man was indifferent to his children, he seemed to hold much contempt for his new bride. He did not want to marry her, but his brother had insisted. And it was that contempt that made the woman hate her step children.

Two years after marrying Stannis, Selyse slapped Hermione when she caught the girl reading a book that she was sure she could not understand. The second it had happened, Harry had stormed in and kicked and punched her until he was pulled away by his father. It was perhaps then that Stannis should have questioned the almost unhealthy relationship his two children had. But they were only five and he had no idea how close they would come.

The couple returned to King's Landing where they had a daughter together named Shireen. The twins saw their half sister once a year, when their father would return to celebrate their name days. While Hermione doted on the smart little girl, Harry never really interacted with the child. The only time he ever showed his love for Shireen was in the rare moments when she hurt herself. He would help her up, kiss her cheek and tell her a story to make her forget it had ever happened. When she was two year olds, Shireen got Greyscale. After a few terrifying days, Harry snuck into his youngest sister's room and healed her. It would later be called a miracle, but Hermione knew that he had saved her.

After that, Shireen stayed in Dragonstone and Selyse visited often. For the next five years, Hermione and Harry grew into the roles that they were expected to play. While Harry would learn how to fight and play politics, Hermione would learn how to run a household. Despite their limited teachings, both continued to practice magic and learn more about the world they lived in.

It was not till their twelfth nameday that the twins left Dragonstone. They visited the capital for a fortnight in order for Harry to be introduced to court and for Hermione to meet potential suitors. Besides the two feast they attended and a few days at court, no one in particular could recall the children being there. It was mostly because of a Notice-Me-Not charm, but Hermione and Harry had also spent a large amount of time in the Citadel library.

It would not be till two years later that Hermione and Harry came back to court. And it was there that people really began to notice them.

This is just a little history leading up to the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed.