"Intruder! Intruder!"

Harry really shouldn't have been surprised everything went to hell, it always does when he's on a mission, honestly with all his luck in Essos he wondered why something like this didn't happen sooner. The plan had been so simple, get to Dragonstone, search the place without being detected and see if there was any truth to the rumours about the dragon eggs, but apparently this universe loves to screw with him just as much as his old one.

His disillusionment charm failed at the worst possible moment and for some reason his magic wasn't working as well as it should in some parts of the castle. Harry managed to quickly get into a room and throw locking, muggle repelling, silencing and notice me not spells at the door, if the place was on alert he needed time to think.

"That was close," he said, repairing his torn shirt, "now what do I do,"

He couldn't use the disillusionment charm to sneak around the castle and with the guards now on high alert even getting around would be a problem. He could try fighting but that wouldn't allow him the opportunity to look around and he wasn't even going to try any illusion spells, he sucked at them. Good thing he had the foresight to use his metamorphmagus ability to change his eyes to brown, his hair to red and lengthen it past his shoulders and add some short facial hair, at least this way he could still go about in his true appearance and not worry about soldiers, well not for breaking into Dragonstone at least.

Oh what was he going to do?

"So there's someone in the castle who is apparently uninvited," a voice said, startling him, "well hopefully he might kill the brother of that usurper,"

Harry turned sharply to the direction of the voice and was shocked at what he saw. Standing not two feet from him was a tall, beautiful and voluptuous woman, she was translucent which kind of gave away she was a ghost but unlike the ones back in his world she had some colour in her form rather than just shades of white.

Her long pale hair was tied in an elaborate braid that ran down her back with a few strands that hung down her face. She wore a long dress that was the colour of sunset that cut off at her ankles showing bare feet but despite that she looked positively regal.

"Um, who are you?" he asked hesitantly, causing the woman to jerk and look at him in shock.

"You can see me?" she asked as she stared at him in amazement.

"Uh, yes,"

In over two hundred and fifty years no one had ever been able to see her. She remembered dying and then she had woken up a few weeks later as some sort of ethereal spirit, she didn't know why but she couldn't be with her husband and sister wife in the great beyond. She wandering about Dragonstone trying to speak to anyone she came across but none of them could hear or even see her, however they could feel a chill when she passed right through them, she found that amusing as she kept doing it.

She stayed in Dragonstone to learn what had happened in the weeks since her death and when she tried to leave she found that she was unable to exit the castle. Because of that she was trapped here and had to rely on only what she could gather from the castles inhabitants to find out about the current affairs of the kingdom. The weeks turned to months, the months to years and the years became decades, all that time with no one able to see or hear her, no one to talk to, she honestly had no idea why she hadn't gone mad a long time ago.

At least one thing stayed constant throughout the years, the throne and the kingdom stayed firmly in the hands of the Targaryen's, at least until that Baratheon usurper stole the throne. She had flew into a rage when she heard the servants talking about him orchestrating a rebellion and when her birthplace and first home became the seat for the usurpers brother, if she had physical form she would have killed him in a heartbeat.

She felt great anger and sadness when the banners and decorations signifying her house were removed or destroyed to be replaced with banners of the Baratheon house, even years later she still found them sickening. The only two members of her family left alive were across the narrow sea and hunted by the usurper just because he wanted everyone with Targaryen blood dead, the Baratheon's were related to house Targaryen yet he wasn't trying to kill his brothers, hypocrite.

"So who are you," Harry repeated, bringing her out of her memories.

"My name is Visenya Targaryen," she replied proudly, she may be dead but she was still a queen.

"Wait, what," he didn't see that coming, "do you mean Visenya Targaryen sister to Aegon Targaryen. The one who killed Aenys so she could put her own son on the throne,"

"I did not kill Aenys," she hissed, "I may not have cared for him but he was still my nephew and Targaryen's take care of their family,"

"But you did hold his widow and children hostage to make your own son king,"

"Aenys was too weak to be an effective leader during that time so I did what I had to, now who are you,"

"Harry Potter," Harry decided not to press the issue about her family.

"Potter, so you make pottery?"

"Um, no," whenever he introduced himself to people in this world they always thought that, "it's just my family name but I am descended from the houses of Gryffindor and Peverell,"

"Wait Peverell," Visenya cried, her outburst surprised Harry since he didn't expect either of those names to mean anything in this world.

"Does that mean something to you,"

"The Peverell's were one of the more powerful noble families of old Valyrian, maybe the most powerful of all," she explained, "they had vast wealth, in fact they were one of the wealthiest houses, and they commanded not only the largest and most powerful dragons but they also possessed magic far greater than that of other Valyrian nobles. Are you descended from them?"

"It might be possible," he said, despite being surprised.

This had to be a coincidence, there was no way those Peverell's could be in any way related to the ones from his home world, just no way. Then he groaned, of course there's probably a connection somewhere because when your name's Harry Potter coincidences don't just happen.

"You know you're one of the few women in history to be acknowledged a strong, capable warrior," he said, putting his thought on the Peverell matter aside for now.

She let out an unladylike snort, "women are just as capable as men, they just don't seem willing to put the effort in to standout and be recognised,"

They talked for a while with Visenya mostly correcting the history he told her, long enough for the guards to no longer be in the area. He also told her of the current state of the kingdom and she was appalled that the usurper had caused so much damage in such a short time, oh how she would love to end him herself.

"So what's a redhead like you doing here anyway," Visenya asked, after taking the time to absorb all she had been told.

"I'm not a redhead," Harry said, forgetting he was in disguise.

"Your hair says otherwise,"

With that he remembered, smirking he let his hair and eyes return to their natural state, shocking the Targaryen ghost who quickly compose herself.

"So a sorcerer comes to Dragonstone, why,"

"There were rumours of dragon eggs still being here hidden somewhere in the castle. I came to find out if there was any truth in that but my magic has been faulty since my arrival,"

"This entire castle was enchanted to weaken magic to protect ourselves if our enemies attacked," she informed him, "and as for the eggs well, that's not completely untrue,"

"You mean there really are dragon eggs here," Harry was nearly salivating at the news.

"Follow me," was all she said before moving through the door.

Since his magic was currently not at a hundred percent he was very careful to avoid detection, at least Visenya was considerate enough to point out if people were nearby since only he could hear her. With effort they made their way to the lower reaches of the castle, avoiding patrols as they went until they entered a hallway not far from the dungeons. They came upon a dragon carving on the wall and she told him to push his magic into the eyes, considering he was in an open space he didn't argue.

For the first few moments nothing happened, then a deep creaking sound and a distant click were heard. Less than a foot away a section of the floor slid out of the way revealing a short flight of steps that led down into darkness.

As Visenya descended down the steps he followed, wondering just what awaited him at the end. Upon reaching the bottom the hidden entrance snapped shut and torches along the walls burst to life, they were clearly magical in nature as they burned without giving off any smoke. He had entered a chamber not really all that big to be honest, it was only about thirty square feet with a twenty foot high ceiling, but it was the contents that truly caught his eye.

The walls were covered in intricate carvings and statues most of which were dragons and on shelves in one corner of the room were ancient scrolls and books written in Valyrian, there were dozens of them and Harry couldn't wait to see what knowledge they contained. All this time looking for magic and he might just find it here, but there was something else that might have been more important right now.

On a large pedestal lay two swords of Valyrian steel, one was slightly darker with dragons on the cross guard and a ruby on the pommel while the other had a more slender hilt and blade with a gold ripple guard set with a ruby. On top of them was a circle crown of Valyrian steel set with square cut rubies and a smaller circlet of Valyrian steel and rubies on the dark and slender blades respectively.

Blackfyre and Dark Sister, the Targaryen blades long thought lost were right in front of him, and on another pedestal further back was the very thing Harry wanted to confirm the existence of since arriving on the island, a dark red dragon's egg.

"Who were the parents of this egg," he asked after staring at the scales covering the surface of the egg.

"Vhagar and Balerion, the dragons of me and my brother,"

He stared at it for what seemed like hours but was actually less than a minute before the part of his brain labelled common sense kicked in.

"Hey, why has no one in the castle stumbled across this place before,"

"A valid question," Visenya said, "the answer, you need magic to activate the lock,"

"So the Targaryen's have magic,"

She nodded, "though it wasn't well known we Targaryen's did possess magic but the gift had faded over time," she explained, "my sister and I were probably the last of our house skilled in the art since our children had no talent for sorcery. Blackfyre, Dark Sister and our crowns each had powerful enchantments placed on them to bring them to this vault if they were ever lost, once back here they could be reclaimed by our house,"

That made sense he supposed, however there was one problem he saw with that.

"If you don't mind my asking, how were they supposed to be reclaimed if no one knew about this place?"

Visenya's eyes widened, "why would none of them know about this vault, I told my son about it myself,"

"Well that might be the problem right there," Harry replied, "Maegor was known as Maegor the cruel, he may have worn Aegon's crown and wielded Blackfyre but he was a greedy and power hungry tyrant, I doubt he told anybody about this vault,"

"Oh where did I go wrong with that boy," she groaned before beginning to rant about Maegor being such a disappointment that he couldn't even father a proper heir.

Harry let her rant while he picked up Blackfyre, giving it an experimental swing, and nearly dropped it when flames suddenly burst to life on the blade before receding to a more manageable level.

"What was that?" he asked, holding the lightly flaming blade away from him.

Visenya stopped her rant and chuckled, "when Aegon fought to conquer Westeros there were rumours that his sword was coated in dragon fire and burned all it touched to ash. Many dismissed them as survivor's tales, tricks of the mind because of the fires on the battlefield, but the tales were all true. Our swords were not forged in the traditional manner for Valyrian steel, far more magic was used to my knowledge, and Blackfyre did indeed emit fire but only when Aegon was enraged. The dragon's blood of the Targaryen bloodline provided us with many mysterious powers and abilities when it was not dormant, if the blood of the dragon sleeps then they inherit nothing but our looks,"

She then gave him a brief explanation of the more common abilities the Targaryen bloodline provides if the dragon blood is awake. Immunity from harm from fire, heat and hot substances is apparently the most common and proves useful when dealing with dragons. It also provided them with a greater affinity for magic than most other people, increasing the likelihood of them possessing magic and the strength of it. This affinity also increased their natural resistance to magic, which really came in handy when mystic assassins were trying to kill you, which according to her happened quite a lot.

"You should probably take them," Visenya said, gesturing to the swords though it pained her to do so, "you could give them to the last of my house so they have something of their heritage,"

"Bad idea," he told her, "while I've never met him I've heard Viserys Targaryen is known as the beggar king in Essos, he's been reportedly begging all around the free cities for food and lodging in exchange for generous gifts or riches as soon as he takes back the Iron Throne. He'd probably sell them for food, lodging or possible whores if what I heard was true,"

She was shocked to say the least, she actually wept, "oh what has my noble house become,"

Seeing her like this was causing Harry's saving people thing to tingle and that usually ended with a massive headache and a lot of trouble. After all this time looking out for only his own interests he thought he'd purged himself of that part of him but apparently you can't change who you are, even after a life that comes pretty close to being called a living hell.

"I'm probably going to regret this but I'll help you. I may have become paranoid and distrustful over the years," he could easily admit that, "but I was never really one to walk away when I could help, and I believe I can help you,"

"How,"

He smirked at her, "I'll be the first to admit I don't know everything about magic but what I do know I know very well. One thing I can say with complete confidence is that if there's one thing I know it runes and rituals. Visenya, I might be able to give you a body so you can live again,"

"Truly?" she gaped at him, equal parts sceptical and hopeful.

"I think so," he said, "if I create a body for you I believe I can anchor your soul to it like a normal living being. If I use the right runic arrays with the right materials and a lot of magic I should be able to resurrect you, in a roundabout way at least. However the only thing I can think of that is suitable for that kind of transmutation is the philosopher's stone and I don't know if I can make another one,"

That was true since he wasn't sure if the ingredients even existed in this world or even if the magic would react the same as it did in his.

"What exactly is this philosopher's stone?" Visenya asked, she'd never heard of it before and she knew quite a bit about magical items.

"It's an alchemical creation from my home," he explained, "it's a stone that can create the elixir of life which stops a person from aging if taken regularly and can also be used to transmute one metal into another metals, I think it can even make more Valyrian steel. Back in my homeland only one man succeeded in creating it and he used it to extend his life by centuries, he was over six hundred when he died, and created a lot of gold so he wouldn't have to work for a living. I used his journals and research notes to create another after the original was destroyed,"

"And you would give up something that extraordinary for me," she was truly astonished that such an item existed and that he was willing to sacrifice it to bring her back.

"Sure, it's not a problem,"

He opened the mokeskin pouch he didn't use to carry money and retrieved some of his expanded trunks that had the necessary ingredients for the ritual. It took him just over three hours to create an extremely complex magic circle filled with runes, inscription and symbols with Visenya silently watching him the entire time. He had to crush the ingredients into powder and combined them to create the paste needed to draw the circle and placed high quality jewels at specific points to act as amplifiers.

Harry explained to her that he would be using his blood as well so some of his abilities might be incorporated into her new body. She might even acquire some of his physical abilities such as enhanced strength and endurance, less need for food or sleep, she thought those traits would be useful for a warrior like herself.

"Do you know what you're doing," she asked, examining the runic circle.

Even if she couldn't understand it she could still be impressed by the craftsmanship of the design and the innovative use of runes. All the magic she ever learned was for combat with some minor healing spells so this went right over here head, but if this worked she might be able to learn more from her new emerald eyed friend.

"Absolutely," he replied joyously before mumbling quietly, "No idea,"

"What,"

"Nothing," he toiled away for a few more minutes before placing the philosopher's stone in the centre and declaring it finished, "it's done, when you're ready step into the circle and I'll channel magic through the stone, if everything goes according to plan you will be back in the world of the living in no time,"

Visenya took a deep breath, strange for a ghost, and said, "I'm ready,"

She stepped into the circle while Harry placed his hands on the outer edge and channelled his magic into it. The circle flashed a deep red as it absorbed magic, all the lines and runes casting an eerie glow around the chamber making the statues and carvings seem almost alive.

Within the circle Visenya was slowly being encased in flesh, a body was being formed to house her soul. Bathed in light the colour of blood her face was frozen in a silent scream as piece by piece bones, organs, blood and flesh were being created, slowly at first before becoming faster and also very painfully apparently. Soon there was a flash of light and within the circle stood a flesh and blood Visenya, alive once more and completely naked.

Harry gasped as he saw her in the flesh and his blood rushed to his cheeks and another part of his anatomy lower down. Visenya was standing in the now burnt out circle wearing absolutely nothing at all, honestly he should have seen that coming but right now he was too captivated to care.

Visenya stood tall and beautiful, her breasts, possibly C cup if he had to guess, stood out proudly on her pale skin, her body without blemish or mark, muscular but with every hint she was a woman. Her long pale hair remained tied in the same thick elaborate braid which ran down her back and her violet eyes took in every detail of her body as she inspected it. She looked only a few years older than him and even though she wore no clothing she still had the bearing of royalty.

After a few moments of flexing and stretching she turned and was amused to see Harry's eyes roaming over her body, taking in her appearance. She was pleased to see that after his first gaping full body stare his eyes, eyes she found very attractive, stayed firmly on her face and despite the desire she could see within them, he made no move to close the distance between them. She thought this would be an interesting test to see if his personality matched what she thought.

Harry had to use an extraordinary amount of effort to concentrate on just Visenya's face so he didn't look like he was leering at her, "wow, you are so beautiful,"

His face went even redder as he hadn't meant to say that, it just slipped out.

She gave him a smirk, "why thank you Harry, it has been some time since anyone complemented me on my beauty,"

Harry deliberately pushed aside his desires for now as she practically stalked towards him uncaring about her nudity, if she wasn't going to make a big deal out of it he wouldn't either. What he didn't expect was for her to put her arms around his neck and drag him into a deep, sensual kiss.

The kiss lasted for almost a minute before she pulled back leaving Harry with a stunned expression.

"That was for bringing me back," she whispered in his ear, causing him to heat up again.

It took a minute for his brain to reboot but when he'd recovered from that not unwelcome kiss he conjured some clothes for her, nothing fancy just a tight tunic in rich amber and gold that stretched across her ample chest and ended slightly above her knees, leather breeches so tight they looked painted on with a belt fastened around her waist and for her feet some hard leather boots. Ok so maybe his mind wandered a little but he couldn't argue with the results.

She nearly tripped over herself as the clothed appeared but after a few tugs she realised this must have been Harry, she have him another kiss in thanks saying she really liked the colours.

Harry's face again lit up even though Visenya was now clothed, "how does it feel to be amongst the living once more?"

"It feels strange," she admitted, gazing down at her hands, "It is as if I have been asleep for a very long time and am only now awake. How did you know this would work?"

"I didn't," Harry admitted, smiling self-consciously as he saw the look of shock on her face.

True there was no guarantee that the ritual would work, it was a gamble in truth but with Visenya's soul in the circle the odds were a little more in his favour.

"Still, it is good to breathe the air of the living world once more," the newly resurrected Targaryen reached up to run a hand through her silver hair. She scrunched up her nose in distaste, "though I must admit, this is a poor place to draw one's first breath,"

"On that I'll agree with you," Harry chuckled, marvelling at her beauty and couldn't help but smirk as she stretched.

Her tunic pulled tightly across her chest showing a perfect outline of her breasts, her nipples nearly poking through the material.

"I still can't believe you destroyed such a valuable artefact to power the ritual," she said, still stretching her body.

"That's ok, I have a few spare," the way he said it was so casual that it took a moment to register.

"And you couldn't have told me that earlier. You made me believe that creating new Valyrian steel would be impossible when you brought me back and now you say you have more than one of these miraculous items," the former queen did not yell, she simply inquired very forcefully with a slightly increased amount of volume in her voice.

"I wanted to see the look on your face,"

That earned him a kick to the family jewels.

Even as tough as he was Harry still grunted in pain and gasped in agony, "You really need to get a sense of humour,"

"I have a sense of humour," she countered, "I just know there's a time and a place for such things." She raised an eyebrow before pressing a swift kiss to his cheek then walked over to the pedestal, swaying her hips as she did, and picked up Dark Sister, she was sure that he was following her with his eyes. She gazed at the ripple pattern on the blade, "you know now that I think about I actually believe Blackfyre and my brother's crown would be better off with you,"

"Truly," he was shocked that she even said it.

"Yes. You are strong, powerful and I believe you can help my house return to power, you will make a great king,"

"Whoa, wait a sec, hold your bloody horses, who said I wanted to be king. I have no desire to rule and I'd be a terrible king anyways," he really didn't want that kind of responsibility.

"And that is why you're a good fit," Visenya retorted, "an old soldier of my youth once told me 'the best people to have power are those who want it least' and he was right. Jaehaerys, my nephew's son, inherited the throne from my son and I know that he never wanted to rule, he never wanted to be king. And that brings me back to my point, Jaehaerys brought a time of great peace and prosperity to the kingdom, he abolished the lord's right to the first night, created a unified legal code and built a vast network of roads that became known as the Kingsroad. He did all of that, brought peace, stability, and justice to the Seven Kingdoms and he never wanted the throne,"

"Ok you have some good points but I still don't think I'd make a good king," he insisted.

Visenya was thoughtful for a moment, "then what about a consort. I also don't believe you would treat a woman like those pathetic lords I hear about so much about, you would make a fine husband, in fact I just might give you my hand in recompense for your aid. A man of your talents would bring the Targaryen's power once again, with your magic we could accomplish much,"

"I am not marrying you just to bring your house more power," Harry grumbled.

"Would it really be so bad to marry me," she asked, "Even from our limited time together I can already tell you are a better man than most could ever hope to be,"

Harry sighed, "Where I'm from betrothals aren't done anymore and wouldn't you prefer it if you find someone you can love, someone of your own choosing,"

Despite his upbringing by his despicable aunt and uncle he wanted to be with someone he loved, he didn't want a marriage of convenience. Being trapped in a loveless marriage was not something he would wish on anyone, that was cruel and not to mention causes trouble in the long run.

He knew a different world meant different rules and marriages of convenience are more common than marriage for family or love, but marriage for personal, strategic or political gain were not something he was willing to do or force on others. If he was going to help Visenya take back Westeros then that sort of thing would be beneficial, but he wasn't going to let her do that to herself if he could help it.

"And that is exactly why you are a good choice," Visenya said, bringing him out of his thoughts, "you want me to be happy, you don't want to control me and that is why you would make a good husband. I'm not going to deny that I find you attractive, both physically and because of your power, and from your gaze it's obvious you're attracted to me too but I'm asking would it really be so bad. Maybe with time we will come to care for each other, possibly even love each other, I'm not saying its certain as I don't love you, not yet at least, but with time that may change,"

Harry seriously wanted to argue with her on this issue but ultimate decided to give it up as a lost cause, he knew how stubborn women were from experience. But she did have a point, if this plan to take back the throne was going to last as long as he thought then it's possible they could be in a relationship by the end.

"Well we're going to be spending a lot of time together so it might happen," he admitted, "who knows, maybe by the time the throne of back in Targaryen hands we'll have grown to love each other,"

There was a moment of silence between them before the next words were spoken.

"I can live with that," she smiled, "you will share my bed during our time together though,"

"WHAT!" he screamed going red.

"I haven't had a good fucking in quite some time and I have an itch that needs scratching, you seem like you're the only one actually worthy to have my body,"

"But, but we just met," he stuttered, "and I'm not going to be just some bed warmer, not that I don't like you because you are beautiful it just…"

He kept going for several minutes before Visenya's laugh cut him off.

"Oh Harry, you are so funny," she said as she looked away, her gaze once again rested on her blade, "are you sure you can create more Valyrian steel, even we couldn't do that since the secrets became lost in the Doom,"

"I should be able to but Valyrian steel is not a normal metal, it was forged with magic so the larger the amount of it I have the easier it'll be create more," he replied as he placed Blackfyre in the scabbard at his waist, "all I've got on me are a few daggers and a short sword, and now Blackfyre, I think I can create more but with only this amount it'll take time,"

Visenya sheathed her blade in the scabbard on her belt before caressing her old Valyrian steel circlet set with rubies and placing it on her head.

"If more is needed then we shall take the Valyrian steel from those who have it,"

"That is a whole lot easier said than done since the majority of the surviving Valyrian steel weapons now serve as heirlooms in the various Houses of Westeros," Harry informed her while hesitantly placing Aegon's crown on his head, it was a good fit but tighter than he expected so he decided to put it in his trunk. "Since no one can create more Valyrian steel weapons they are terribly expensive to begin with, so anything made of Valyrian steel, particularly swords, are valued heirlooms passed down from one generation to the next. Tywin Lannister has offered to buy Valyrian swords from lesser houses at least three times but was rejected every time, those swords are not given up willingly. There are more Valyrian steel weapons across the narrow sea but they are also scarce and costly but there's supposed to be twice as many as in Westeros,"

"Then we will have to simply steal them, even if it is distasteful for me,"

"While that is a plan I can get behind I think we might want to wait," he said causing her to give him an unpleasant look, "look you need to learn more about the world since your death, I need to hatch and raise a dragon and if we go with your idea we would need to plan out thefts of Valyrian steel heirlooms since that will not be well received,"

She took on a thoughtful expression, "with your power couldn't you simply steal them from afar,"

"Maybe but I'd still have to be close enough to do that," he explained, "and we'd have to find out where they're kept first,"

"I'm starting to think you don't want to help me get the throne back,"

"That's not what I'm saying," Harry pinched his nose, "Look I'm not saying no, I'm saying just not now. It's only the two of us and even with a dragon it'll take time for it to be big enough to ride let alone fight, so for now we wait. Getting you the throne is almost certainly going to lead to war and for that we are going to need a safe place to plan from, people to help fight and money to pay the soldiers that we need,"

She was less than pleased with that, "so we will need a secure, defensible powerbase, allies to provide support and gold to fund the campaign, we need all that in order to reclaim the throne, is that what you're saying,"

"Yes,"

"Very well," she said after some thought, "We shall plan before acting, gain allies and remove our enemies advantages. But once we have accomplished that we will take back what belongs to my family,"

"Ok, great. Well now, since that's cleared up can you tell me how to hatch a dragon egg," Harry asked, while he had some books on dragons he didn't know if the information would be the same here as in his old world.

"There are two ways to hatch a dragon's egg," Visenya told him, "one is for a living dragon to breath fire on it until it hatches, normal fire won't work since it lacks the magic inherent in dragon fire,"

While his animagus form was a dragon he didn't think that would count, his luck just wasn't that good, "and the other,"

"A human sacrifice," she said, causing Harry to pause, "the egg must be burned along with a live human, a life for a life as it were. Can you sacrifice another human for the sake of a dragon,"

"In another life I would have said no but there are people this world will be better off without, so if one of them was used I wouldn't shed a tear,"

True since coming to this world many things he'd have never considered didn't even register anymore. He'd killed without remorse and in great numbers, he'd used magic to increase his wealth and trick merchants out of their wares, and even poisoned people, he had changed since coming here. Wait changed, oh he knew he forgot something.

"Good," Visenya said breaking him out of his thoughts, "from what little I know of the world right now not having the strength to take a life will get you killed,"

"Yeah, ok we both agree I'm not weak now listen," he started, more than a little agitated he forgot something like this, "before we get out of here there is one thing that I definitely need to tell you before we start anything," he told her, "the lifespan of wizards, my people, is connected to their magical core, in essence the more magic power they had the longer they could live. My raw power combined with the many rituals and enhancements I undertook, and that awkward reaction I had to phoenix tears and the elixir of life, means I could probably live for maybe three or four centuries without ever resorting to other methods to extend my life. Even though I can live that long it doesn't mean I will, I can still die through physical or magical means, or even some incurable disease,"

"Why are you telling me this," while interesting she didn't see the point in him sharing this with her.

"You remember how I used my blood for the ritual so you might gain some of my abilities, well there's a very real chance that you might pick up my kind if magic and thus my lifespan as well," he explained.

That bit of news actually stunned Visenya into silence, the implications of it were so immense her mind actually shutdown. The knowledge that she might pick up his physical power was already mind boggling but the fact that she could gain a new kind of magic and a centuries long lifespan, she couldn't begin to process it.

On one hand she could rule far longer than others who held the throne and could potentially keep the kingdom strong for centuries, with that amount of time she could make the kingdom greater as the years went by. Then there was the magic, from what she'd witnessed Harry's magic was far stronger than anything she had and if she gained it she knew she would have to spend years learning how to control it, but with a long lifespan she'd have the time.

On the other she would outlive any friends she made or any lovers she took, in fact the only one she could realistically take would be Harry himself. He'd be the only one who could live that long, the only one who could teach her his magic and the only one she could have children with that guarantied they were powerful.

"I know it's a lot to take in all at once," said Harry brining her out of her thoughts, "but we do need to leave this place before we can do anything. Since my magic is weakened in this castle do you have any way we can get out without being seen?"

"Unfortunately no," replied Visenya, putting her thoughts aside for now, "while there are many secret passages throughout Dragonstone we would not be able to get to them undetected, at least not without difficulty,"

"Are you completely sure about that," he asked.

"Yes," she replied, "the closest one is in the dungeon and the castle is no doubt still on alert from earlier so without a distraction we will not be able to get there,"

Harry smirked with a strange gleam in his eye, "I think I have something that might work,"

Visenya suddenly felt an icy shiver run down her spine, "for some reason that idea scares me," she said.

AN: well Harry sided with the Targaryen's just not the one I think you were expecting.