Title: Otherworldly Adventurer

Chapter Two: Welcome to Westeros

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire

-I am a free writer, and I write when I feel like it, I am not on a schedule, so therefore updates will be infrequent.

-If I lose interest in this story I might just stop writing all together, though in the future I may find interest in it again and then take up updating it then.

-There will be lemons, profane language, character/death, prostitution, possibly torture or abuse (though not on Harry), lying, and probably other sins. If this bothers you then don't read. You have been warned.

-Harry will participate in polygamy/bigamy, extramarital relations, and other acts of sexuality, though no homosexuality, so if this bothers you then don't read.

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"Well that was unexpected." For once in his entire life Harry had traveled using magical means and it had not been unpleasant. Who would have guest walking between dimensions was easier on the stomach than teleporting across town?

Fawkes gave a cry of acknowledgment as he remained perched on Harry's shoulder.

Blinking his eyes several times he realized that wherever he was it had to be very dark. Reaching to his hip he pulled out the Elder Wand and tapped the side of his eyes. The green of his iris seemed to glow with an inner light of their own. To Harry it was like turning the light switch on. Everyone became crystal clear again. It was even better than night vision.

Slipping the wand back into its holster he stood back up and brushed himself off. After a moment he began looking around to see if he couldn't make out anything familiar.

For a moment Harry suspected that he had ended up in Hogwarts somehow. The large stone walls around him reminded him of the old castle that way. It was certainly not a modern building by any stretch of the imagination. That belief soon passed. While there was a small amount of magic in the air it was nothing next to the supercharged stone work that had been absorbing the excess magic created by children for centuries.

Relieved that he hadn't done something incredibly stupid only to get nothing out of it the teen turned around. Behind him was a stone wall yet with black tribal markings that formed together to make an archway. While the design didn't give off a lot of magical energy when touched it seemed to be a source of infinite power. After examining for a while Harry suspected that using this would allow him to return home. How it worked he had no clue. It certainly wasn't operated the same way as the Veil had been.

"Hahahaha!" Fawkes looked at him like he was craze as laughter seemed to fall out of him in waves. "Sorry," He gripped his gut trying to suppress his mirth. "It's just that I remembered the entrance to King's Cross." Again the bird gave him a queer look. "I just thought about running into it at full speed. Then my mind went straight to running head long into a brick wall!" With that even Fawkes began to laugh as only a bird could.

Once Harry regained control of him amusement, though a few chuckles were let slip every now and then, he began walking to a large wooden door. It was thick made possibly from a good solid piece of oak with a primitive metal door handle. With a simple pull it opened up though dropped dust all over him.

As the young wizard and phoenix walked down the corridors of the castle it became apparent that it had been abandoned at some point. Neither of them could blame said people as portions of the keep seemed to have been burnt to nothing but twisted rubble. Wood tables, tapestries, and other things he could understand but to melt stone with fire wasn't something normal fire usually did.

As he inspected the keep gaining an insight to the people that had once lived there he turned a corner. For a second Harry assumed wasn't paying attention and then paid for it dearly. With an audible thump of something oddly metallic Harry backed up messaging his nose.

"Bloody hell that hurt." Harry looked at his hand and was thankful to see that there was no blood.

It took a moment but he realized he could see his hand with both eyes. As he looked up he saw a man carrying a torch staring straight at him. His hard face did nothing to help the apprehension Harry was starting to feel. That and the plate steel armor he wore along with the sword at his hip made multiple thoughts fly through Harry's head.

The man said something though Harry didn't understand it in the least. It became apparent to the young wizard that this man spoke a language that he did not. When the man didn't get a reply his tone got rougher as his free hand slowly made its way down towards the blade at his hip.

Not wanting to fight Harry tried to take a relaxed pose as his hand casually reached into his robes. The knight tensed up obviously thinking he was going for a weapon. As he pulled out his wand the man said something threateningly. His face changed to more confusion as he saw it as nothing more than a stick. Casually Harry flicked the wand three times without saying a word. Satisfied he slipped the wand back into its holster.

"I am sorry, what did you say?" The man eyed his sharply for a brief moment.

"I asked to know who you were to be trespassing on the lands of House Targaryen!" The man's voice had a distinct accent. It would have been nice enough he the man not been so angry.

"My name is Harold Peverell. I am a traveler who is lost in a land I have never been to before." Honesty and none threatening was what he was going for at the moment. That being said he couldn't give out his real name in case he had to run away or defend himself.

The man looked at him for a long minute. "Your accent, where are you from?"

"England." Given their level of technology he doubted they have explored their world completely so an obscure land probably wasn't very farfetched. "It is an island nation off the coast of France."

"You must have traveled a long way." Harry nodded his head knowing this man had no idea how right he was. "Even further than Essos. Or perhaps it is an island south of Essos located close to the Basilisk Isles?"

The young wizard shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, I haven't ever heard those names in my life."

"Regardless of where you are from you are coming with me." Harry was just about to stun the man at this point. He had no interest in having to deal with more of these guys. "The prince will decide what is to be done with you. Have no worried traveler. The prince is a kind man who will one day make a great king."

That was interesting. If nothing else he could meet a prince. If he was as kind as this guy said then maybe he would even help him out. Regardless he wasn't scared to use magic to save himself. This was just the beginning of his new adventure. This guy in plate armor wasn't going to put a stop to it.

"Lead the way." And with that the two of them wandered through the castle together in silence.

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The section of the castle that the guard had taken him to was much nicer than the vast majority that remained. While for all intents and purposes it could still be classified as a ruin there were accommodations that weren't burnt to pieces. In fact some of the rooms that they had passed, while Spartan, were entirely livable.

Eventually Harry was lead to a solar of some sorts. Where once there had no doubt been a large and expensive oval shaped room, probably used for dancing or entertainment, was just a cold brick encampment. On each of the four walls there was a touch held up to illuminate the room. As they walked Harry looked up and saw the fire damage had eaten away the ceiling leaving a crude sunroof. While in this case it would be a moon roof as apparently it was nighttime considering the full moon hanging over their heads.

At the center of the strange room was a recliner of some sort. It was a stunning red accented with gold frills here and there. Someone was sitting on it though only the lower half was visible due to the angle. What was visible however, was the other two guards just standing around seemingly protecting the single individual relaxing.

With the nonverbal introduction to the other two guards it became apparent that the gold armor with the white cloak was not something his escort had just chosen for himself. Considering his own knowledge of history Harry guessed that these guys were the personal bodyguards of the prince. If that were the case then the gold armor and white cloaks were more of a uniform than their own gaudy tastes. Though what could one expect of royalty. Of course their attire would be over the top.

Harry's mind did a weird thing where it started to wander. The guards protecting this prince of theirs were more like jewelry than guards. The gilded armor and clean white cloaks something along the lines of accessories to accent whatever the noble was wearing. He was only pulled from his thoughts as a voice kept interfering with his thoughts.

"Huh?" He quickly shook his head. 'Great that stupid comment didn't win me any friends.'

A soft laughter drew Harry from his thoughts. When he looked ahead he came face to face with a very unique looking individual. Hair the color of silver fell down to the teenager's chin and a bit past his neck. His face was a pale though not sickly complexion while his eyes were the strangest color he had ever seen on a human being. Dark Indigo, probably darker than normal considering the lack of light in the room, stared back at him. And to complete it all the youth had a handsome face to pull it all together. Factored in with his strong frame, fine clothing, and flanked by his guards the young prince cut quite the imposing figure.

"I asked your name." The smile remained and there was no anger in his tone for which Harry was grateful for. "I guess it is rude to ask for another's name while not giving your own so please let me correct myself. I am Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, Heir of House Targaryen, Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Prince of Dragonstone."

"Seems you are the prince of a lot of things." One of the guards seemed to bear down on his but the prince stopped him. "I haven't heard that many titles in a while." A wistful sigh escaped Harry's mouth. "But if you are looking to know my name it is Harold Peverell, Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Peverell."

"Like Castle Summerhall?" One of the guards questioned him. The implication that he was stealing didn't go unnoticed but was left ignored.

"So you are a noble?" The Prince seemed generally interested. "I am sorry but I have not heard of a House Peverell. Do you come from the Reach perhaps?"

The guard beside Harry spoke up. "No my lord, he claims to be from an island nation called England. I thought perhaps it would be located in the Jade Sea, but he claims to have never even heard of the Basilisk Isles or Westeros so I cannot be for certain."

"Thank you Sir Whent." Rhaegar fixed Harry with his gaze to which Harry returned with equal intensity. "So, Lord Peverell, how did you come to be in Westeros?"

Soon Harry was spinning for the gathered group a tale he was making up on the fly. In the end he lied and said he had been kidnapped while at sea, but the ship transporting him had been destroyed in a storm. From there he washed up on shore and began to wander around until he found shelter for the night.

He was very vague on a few subjects such as who had kidnapped him. In short he called them pirates with no affiliation that he could see. How far he walked and in what direction was also out the window. For all he knew he could be a hundred miles from any ocean making his story fall flat. Thankfully he was in luck. His facts checked out enough to at least skim by.

Luckily for him Rhaegar was much more interested in his home than he was in the accuracy of his story. While the prince was kind and seemed to feel bad for him it wasn't an overwhelming concern. Still it was much better than it could have been so he started to tell the Crown Prince about his country though subtracting four hundred years from his current age.

During his stories he tried to keep any technology, references, or ideas that he didn't believe these people would have. He didn't want to accidently introduce a new weapon or idea to these people. For one he may be captured and forced to recreate such a device. The other concern was that they would create it on their own and start a war. If there was one thing in history that was constant it was that nations didn't need a whole lot of reasons to go to war in such an age. That and when one nation developed a new advanced weapon they normally went to war and dominated their neighbors

At the end of his story the Prince was smiling. "Your home sounds quite lovely."

"More like cold and wet, but still home."

Everyone seemed to understand what he was saying. The Kingsguard who had eyes similar in color to the prince spoke up. "Home is where the heart is. My heart for instance shall always be in the deserts of Dorne."

The Prince took a sip of his wine before giving him a queer look. "You know, I have been wondering something."

"And what is that?"

The Prince pointed to Fawkes perched on his shoulder. "That bird. I have never seen its like before. What is it?"

Fawkes deftly jumped onto Harry's outstretched arm. The phoenix began to coo lightly as he pet the back of his feathered head. "This is Fawkes. He is a phoenix. They are a very rare bird breed from my homeland." He made a gesture for everyone to come closer. "As long as you do no hold any dark intents he will let you pet him."

The Prince went to pet the bird but was stopped by one of his bodyguards. The armored knight hesitantly stretched out his left hand to pet the bird. Fawkes eyed him for a moment before chirping lightly as if accepting him. The knight began to lightly pet the same spot Harry had. Seeing that the bird was safe the rest of the Kingsguard began to pet him as well. Finally, the Prince got his turn. Harry noted that Fawkes eyed him the longest before letting him pet his head. Harry wondered why.

"He is quite the majestic creature. I do not believe I have ever seen a creature compare in my life."

Harry watched as Fawkes preened a bit at the compliment. "Yea, he's not so bad."

Fawkes sang a bit soothing everyone's soul a bit. It was obvious to the Prince that the bird is special. They began to talk for hours exchanging information and ideas between them. The Prince was very interested in England, but more so in Fawkes. It was understandable, and Harry did tell him a lot, but did leave off the fact that he had magical tears that could cure anything. That was something that he sought to avoid at all costs. That kind of information would lead to nothing but trouble.

Eventually the Prince grew tired and was ready to go to bed. Harry went to leave the ruined castle, but was surprised to receive an invitation to remain by the Prince. Although he did want to go out and see more of this new world, he figured that sticking with the Prince would offer him opportunities that he wouldn't have otherwise.

It became clear to him that he should enjoy this adventure instead of rushing through it. There was an entire would to explore and he should saver every moment. Wandering around with a real-life Prince would not doubt be interesting. Plus, if life amongst the nobility grow boring then he could always leave. There was no way that they could force him to stay. He couldn't imagine why they would, seeing as they wouldn't know about his magic, apart from Fawkes. The nobles may want to keep such an exotic creature for their own. Still, that was easy to get around as well.

He had to pretend he didn't have a cot of his own. If he did then there was no doubt that they would know his story had been false. Luckily, he did have magic on his side. Some basic charm work allowed him to sleep on practically a stone floor with little to no discomfort.

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To say what he had learned of the Prince's family was not interesting would be a bold-faced lie. They had impressed him in a way. While Valyria was very romanticized by the Prince, and probably Westeros culture, he saw them as little more than monsters. They used blood magic to force slaves to work in boiling hot mines for resources while conducting a never-ending war for power amongst their own people. That was to say the least how they conducted themselves with their neighbors. To say they got what they deserved was an understatement.

No, what had impressed him was their ability to tame dragons. In his own world dragons were notoriously independent creatures and practically untamable. It was very likely that the dragons of this world were different from the ones in his own. Still, from what he heard, they were none the less very dangerous, volatile, and large.

He wanted one.

"Sadly, they were all burnt up by the wildfire." That was another thing Harry wanted to study. The magical fire that the Alchemist Guild created was a secret he wished to learn. The Prince talking snapped his focus back to him. "Along with everything else it seems."

Harry looked at the Prince for a moment. It had become quite clear to him that the Prince was just a little moody. He could be quite happy, though never overly so, but then quite melancholy. The guards seemed to think this just meant he was deep. Harry thought that there might be some type of psychological issue with him. It might have been minor, but still a bit daunting when thinking he would one day rule an entire nation of people.

Walking over to a chair he picked it up and smashed it against the closest wall. Everyone turned to look at him. He repeated what he was doing with a vase that had somehow survived the flames. When it became apparent he would continue the Prince asked him to stop.

Holding a half-burnt portrait Harry looked at the Prince oddly. "I thought you said that everything was burnt up. Surely you do not care if I smash ash into ash?"

"I did not mean it literally."

"Then that means that there is still a possibility that some of the dragon eggs are intact. Tell me, where did this supposed ritual to hatch these dragon eggs take place?" Everyone just gave him a look. "What? Do any of you have anything better to be doing?" Only silence met him.

His eyes rounded on the Prince. "Unless you decree that excavating for dragon eggs is illegal then that it what I am going to do. You can stay and help, or just do what you were already going to do." With that Harry walked off.

It did not surprise him that the Prince soon joined in. That meant that his personal guard were soon at his flanks as well. With their help he was able to locate the source of the fire much easier. Rhaegar motioned towards a spot on the floor where the stone seemed to have melted down into the Earth's core. It was apparently the location that the dragon eggs had been in. Looking down into the hole he couldn't see the end of it.

Green eyes glanced at the phoenix. "What do you think?" Fawkes let out a strange sound that Harry had never heard before. His head began cocking back and forth.

The Prince put down a piece of rubble and made his way towards the duo. "Something the matter?"

"I am not sure." He watched Fawkes for a moment longer. "He has never done this before. I suspect it may have something to do with the magical fire you spoke of. The magic could still be lingering."

"Is he ok?" Actual concern laced the Prince's voice.

Harry ignored the Prince and focused on Fawkes. "What is wrong?" The phoenix calmed down before glancing at the hole. "Is there something in there." The bird of fire chirped in conformation.

Everyone followed the odd duo as they approached the hole. Seeing that it was far deeper than it should be he asked for a torch. Holding it over the whole he saw that it still did not illuminate the bottom.

"Maybe if we had some rope?"

The Kingsguard was ignored as Fawkes gave an aggravated cry. He flew off Harry's shoulder and into the hole. "Fawkes? What are you doing? You could get stuck!" The phoenix ignored him completely.

"Is he going to be alright?" The Prince knelt beside him looking into the hole. His entire focus was set on it like a watch dog.

There were occasionally the sound of a wing scrapping against the walls, squawks, and scratching of claws. Harry shook his head. "I do not know. He's an independent one. That is for sure."

After a few more minutes Fawkes returned carrying a large egg in each of its claws. Everyone was shocked as the bird flew to the prince and deposited a silver and purple egg in his lab. After that the phoenix returned to Harry. Thankfully he didn't land on his shoulder. Instead he made his perch right in front of him. Oddly enough he sat on the egg like he was warming it.

"I do not believe it." The Prince's whispers went unnoticed by Harry as he observed Fawkes' strange behavior.

Rhaegar turned the dragon egg over several times in his hands observing the beautiful coloring. Its primary color was a polished silver while around its siders were stripes of purple. It was quite large. Its size would easily match that of a six-month-old child. Like a child the Prince held the dragon egg close to his side as if protecting it from the world. It didn't even register to him that if the egg could survive wildfire then the protection his body could offer would amount to nothing much.

If phoenix could smile Harry was sure that is what Fawkes was doing. The phoenix, which was no small bird, sat quite comfortably on the dragon egg. Harry had studied phoenix before, but their mating rituals had always been unexplained by researchers. They always would just use their unique teleportation abilities to allude anyone trying to watch them. Given that train of thought it wasn't impossible that male phoenix sat on their eggs.

Kneeling besides the preening phoenix he spent some time simply observing the egg beneath him. It was quite apparent to him that the phoenix had no interest in giving it up. Brushing the phoenix's feathers to the side, much to Fawkes' irritation, he began to examine the egg.

It was slightly larger than the one the Prince was cradling in his arms. Ironically it was primarily gold with red being its secondary color. It was like an inverse of Fawkes' himself. Even the tints were practically the same. The gold was like that of freshly polished twenty-four karat gold. The red was ruby with the same reflective qualities. If he didn't know any better, he would have assumed the egg a decoration piece made of rubies and gold instead of a living creature.

Looking over at the Prince he called out to him. It took him a moment to break whatever trance the egg had on the Prince. "Hey! Can we keep this one? I don't think Fawkes is quite willing to give it up."

The Prince only gave a brief glance towards the phoenix. He probably didn't see much considering Fawkes' need to warm the entire thing with his body.

"Of course." It was barely a mumble. His focused was far to zeroed in the on the in his hand to really think about it too much. Still, when the effect wore off, he may change his mind.

"Are there any more?"

Both Harry and the Prince looked at Sir Barristan. They had both forgotten that he was even there. In fact, all the Kingsguard had been forgotten in the excitement. The Prince turned to look at him with a questioning look on his face. Harry just looked at Fawkes who ignored them all simply happy to continue playing the doting house hen.

Eventually he was able to get a response from the phoenix. "I think there are more, but none of them are alive." His eyes flickered over to the Prince. "What does that mean?"

"Dragon eggs petrify after so several centuries. These two must be much younger than the other ones." Rhaegar was still clutching the dragon egg closely to him, but was now glancing at the whole. "Still, a dragon egg even when petrified is worth a fortune."

"Perhaps when we return to the capital a team can be sent back with some rope and tools to see if they cannot find anymore. I would offer you Fawkes' help, but he doesn't seem too interested." As if to emphasize this point he pointed at Fawkes whose eyes were closed.

"That is a promising idea." He picked himself up. "We should return to our quarters. I know that I promised to show you around Summerhall, but with the current situation I'm sure you will forgive me."

Harry lifted his hands up in fake surrender. "No, no, my Prince, I am just happy you are letting Fawkes' keep his egg."

That was a lie. Had the Prince tried to take the egg he would have simply incapacitated his along with his bodyguards. After that it would be a simple matter of erasing the second egg from their memories, creating some false memories of them going to sleep, and moving their bodies to somewhere more believable for them to wake up. The only real hiccup would be hiding Fawkes and the egg. A glamour charm or one to make people simply not notice it would be the best idea. After that things would go on as they had been.

But that didn't mean he wasn't going to use magic. Once he was sure everyone was asleep he cast a simple charm on them to prevent them from being disturbed. He left Fawkes behind as he didn't feel like dragon the remarkably heavy egg along with him. After some searching he eventually find the travel back he had come to this world with. After looking through it for a moment he found a chest he had shrank down for storage purposes.

A few minutes later he was back at the hole. With a flick of his wand the box was returned to its original size and flipped open. Turning to the hole he flicked his wand once more. Five petrified dragon eggs floated out of the hole and hovered in front of him for a moment.

Taking some time to examine then he noticed that they were nowhere as beautiful as the two Fawkes had found. In fact, they looked much more like stone than the precious metals and beautiful stones the first two seemed to be made of. With a slightly disheartened flick of his wand all five of the eggs sat perfectly into the molds he had fashioned with his magic within the chest. With a final flick of his wand the chest closed, locked, and then was shrank down.

After securing the chest he returned to his sleeping arrangements. Fawkes actually gave him a welcoming chirp to which he happy replied. They sat up for a while simply enjoying the other's company. Their eyes watched the flames for a while. The flickering of lights was always pleasant to the duo.

"You do know that dragon egg hasn't hatched in centuries don't you." Fawkes ignored him. "It was doused in magical flames and still didn't hatch." Fawkes continued to ignore him. With a small he scratched the phoenix's head. "Don't worry. We will find a way to hatch them."

With that Harry laid down and began to get comfortable. What he did not see was the knowing look in Fawkes' eyes. Fawkes turned his head back towards the flames. He simply sat there waiting. He knew what he was doing. Readjusting himself he got comfortable on his perch with the nice warm flames washing over his feathers.

It all was a matter of time.