Screams shattered the air as the Death Eaters began their assault on the castle. Most of the sixth and seventh years had stayed behind, including some Slytherins. The remaining men and women of the Order of the Phoenix were spaced throughout the castle, at various chokepoints and entry ways. Fred and George had set up traps in some of the more unknown pathways but for the most part, Harry hadn't thought that the Death Eaters would know about those.

The shielding had fallen only a few minutes ago, letting the Death Eaters, the Snatchers, the giants, Greyback and his werewolves and whoever else was with Voldemort through. Someone had thought that the Order was outnumbered, that they would never make it through the night. And maybe they were right but Harry was bound and determined to end Voldemort tonight, to not let the guy escape and conquer the rest of the wizarding world.

It was either him or Voldemort and he prayed that it would be the dark lord. Harry really wanted to see Rhaegar again, see his dragon king one last time. He spared a thought as to wonder what King Rhaegar Targaryen was doing, how he was ruling. It had been a year since they had seen each other, a year since he had been 'called' to Westeros to cure Rhaegar of a deadly poison. He wondered if Rhaegar had wed in his absence. The king would need heirs but perhaps he had made his younger brother his heir and decided to rule without a queen. He wondered how Godric and Balerion were, how big they were now. Maybe Rhaegar had ridden Balerion. His dragon king had said that their dragons never stopped growing.

It wasn't like there was no magic in Westeros. The last time he had gone, he had sensed more magic of the land than he had in all of the times he had gone previously. Perhaps it was due to his presence or maybe it was due to the fact that both he and Rhaegar had been marked by a goddess of magic. He had thought on that connection when he had hatched Balerion and Godric. The way both their marks had warmed up at the time. The way that Godric, the red dragon, had bonded with him and Rhaegar had bonded with the black dragon, having the black mark.

Luna's yell drew his attention out of his thoughts and he turned back to the battle, turned back to looking for the diadem of Ravenclaw.

Rhaegar stepped through the door to the Dragon Pit, now called the Dragon Roost. He had asked the house elves that had stayed with him, Keesy and Rodrey, to rebuild it but style it in an entirely different way. Before the Dance of Dragons and Queen Rhaenrya Targaryen, Rhaegar's ancestors had chained up their dragons here. And that had been the start of the downfall for the dragons and his house. The dragons had become stunted, small creatures. His house had continued the infighting and had lost many of their number.

Now, the Dragon Roost was an open, airy place that invited dragons to come and roost. Balerion and Godric were now sleeping on a big rock, sunning themselves. They had grown so much between the last time Harry had visited and now, a year having gone by and magic had returned. Grand Maester Marywn had said that his dragons were growing at a previously unheard of speed. Both dragons were only 2 years old but they were now big enough to fly, to ride.

"Your Grace, I hope you know what you are doing," Ser Arthur remarked, as the rest of the kingsguard followed him. Ser Harlan had died last month so they were down one knight, which had made him think of holding a tourney. The competition would be held next week and his guards would look for the right person to join the kingsguard. "No one has flown a dragon in hundreds of years."

"Lord Connington knows where I am," Rhaegar spoke, watching as Balerion woke up, opening his big mouth and letting out a puff of smoke. There was a small pit door where fresh meat was thrown from a butcher that Rhaegar was sponsoring. But there were no chains, no bolts to hold a dragon to the ground. "Besides, Balerion is quite bonded to me. Godric also likes me, as his own rider likes me."

"Yes, Harry likes you," Ser Lewyn commented, his dark eyes amused as his lips twitched up into a grin. "We have all heard that before. I do believe Jon is a little jealous of your relationship with the wizard."

Rhaegar dipped his head in a nod, seeing a few small groups of travelers and vendors coming over to watch through the windows in the walls. No one had quite gotten used to dragons being back yet, crowding around the Dragon Roost when the dragons were there. The Roost was open, the dragons coming and going as they pleased. Oftentimes, Rhaegar took both creatures out of the city to train, teaching them words in Valryian.

Last month, he had gone and brought his court to Summerhall. The dragons had enjoyed living there, as that had been where they had spent their first year.

He remembered teaching Harry a few words in the language while the two of them had rebuilt Summerhall two visits ago. Remembered the fond, affectionate look the other man had given him. Balerion growled sleepily before getting up on his wing-claws and moving closer towards him. Godric too opened his black eyes, the red dragon peering up at his brother and nest mate. Rhaegar often found the two dragons sleeping curled up together and had remembered the tales of the dragons of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne. Silverwing and Vermithor had become mates, sleeping together, fighting together and when Vermithor had died, Silverwing had mourned.

"Balerion, you ready for our first flight together?" Rhaegar asked quietly, as the black giant of a dragon moved up to him, bending a wing and letting him move up onto his back. Godric moved closer towards him, let out a loud roar and with one move, flew up into the air, leaving a gust of wind behind. As Rhaegar was settling down on Balerion's warm back, the mark on his back warmed.

Rhaegar stiffened them spoke the word for flight, feeling Balerion's muscles flex underneath him. "Arthur, Harry's calling me! I don't know when I'll be back but tell Jon. He's to rule while I'm gone!"

Balerion jumped up into the air and Rhaegar tightened his hold on one of the dragon's spikes, enjoying the total warmth coming from the creature. His mark grew even warmer and Godric roared out, this time letting lose a cloud of red fire. The foreign energy that was pulling him to Harry moved outward, covering him, Balerion and Godric, and pulled.

Harry ran and ran, the loping pounding of the giant chasing him not letting up at all. The moon beamed down on him, providing the only light that he could see by. Draco's wand was in his pocket. He had tried to cast a disarming spell at the giant, hoping that it would cause the humanoid creature to stumble or fall or at least keel over but it did not. It just kept running at him, letting out a loud scream at him.

Ron and Hermione had run off towards what, Harry didn't know, but hopefully it was towards something that would help them destroy another horcrux. He dodged Greyback and the feral, crazed werewolf scented him, smirking in delight as he joined the chase. Greyback's more feral werewolves joined him and now Harry had six werewolves and one giant chasing him and he didn't know where anyone else was, except in the courtyard of Hogwarts.

He took a second to be grateful that he was physically in shape then ran on, running straight for the castle and where he could see his friends and the remaining Order members. Harry felt a swipe at his back and at the last minute, dodged. Sweat dripped down his back and forehead, causing him to blink a few times to get the liquid out of his eyes. It cost him a good minute and right as the giant was about to step on him and right as Greyback was getting ready to end him, roaring split the air. The mark on his back warmed and fire blossomed behind him.

Greyback screamed. The giant behind him roared out in pain, stopping just a few feet behind him. Harry took a few more steps back and then turned around, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he saw who had saved his life. Rhaegar was on top of Balerion, on the dragon's back, and Godric hovered right next to him. Both dragons were spewing flame at the giant and at the crazed werewolves behind the giant. Godric roared out, swooped down and landed, reaching out, lightning quick, and snatching up Greyback in his jaw and snapping him in half.

"Rhaegar!"

His dragon king had come, whether by Hecate or by Rhaegar's own will, Harry didn't particularly care. Rhaegar was here. That was all Harry needed to know. Balerion spewed another jet of black flame down at the giant and finally the giant stopped moving.

"Harry! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, now that you're here," Harry yelled back, his heart skipping a beat at how much like a king Rhaegar looked. His silver hair was unbound and loose on his back, his purple eyes lit with what seemed like fire. He was wearing the suit of armor he wore at his coronation and there was a sword at his hip. Not a sword of Valyrian steel, that much Harry could tell.

"Hogwarts?" Rhaegar confirmed, as Balerion continued to hover in the air. Godric moved close to Harry, spewing red flame at one of the wolves who was still on two feet and was still alive. The half man and half wolf screamed, looking like a phoenix as he keeled over, dead, to the ground.

"Yes! I need to go up to the castle. There." Harry gestured up at the headmaster's tower. "Meet me there?"

"Of course. Balerion," Rhaegar spoke and the giant black dragon flew up, up, up to the tower. Harry glanced to Godric, seeing the red dragon back up until Harry was at his back, protected.

"You'll have me?" Harry whispered.

Godric stayed still until Harry smiled lightly, jumped up onto the dragon's back and they were off. Flying on a dragon was… wonderful. It was so much more breathtaking than riding a broomstick, for broomsticks weren't alive. Godric was. The warm, giant creature underneath him was alive and hot, the dragon's very warmth infecting him. It buoyed his spirit as he and Godric flew up to fly alongside Balerion and Rhaegar.

Startled yelps flew up with the air as they flew and Harry peered down at the courtyard, seeing Minerva, Flitwick, Neville, Molly, Arthur, Percy, Ron and Hermione. He could even see the blond hair of Lucius Malfoy farther away, not even fighting. Harry whooped out in joy and Rhaegar turned to look at him, smiling widely before turning his attention to the tower.

The whoosh of air beneath him made him aware of a Snatcher flying up to them on a broomstick. Harry pulled out his wand, placing his palm on Godric's scales and thought about what he might do. Godric seemed to sense his intention and swerved around, did a u-turn in the air and blew out flame. The red pillar of flame hit the Snatcher head on and Harry watched as the guy screamed, the broomstick lighting on fire and falling.

"Up to the tower," Harry whispered, patting Godric's red scales.

They landed just a few minutes after Balerion and Harry immediately slipped off Godric and ran, pulling Rhaegar right into a hurried hug. "I didn't think I would see you again!"

Rhaegar shivered, the cool air of the night unlike King's Landing and burrowed into Harry. Balerion moved closer to him, his flank just touching Rhaegar's back and warming him up. "I came at the right time then?"

Harry snorted, curling a hand around Rhaegar's neck and yanking him into a kiss. Rhaegar tightened his hold on Harry, groaning as Harry deepened the kiss, licked his way into his mouth. "Course you did! Thanks for saving my life."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Rhaegar murmured, as they both stood there, breathing heavily, their foreheads touching.

Harry sighed, hearing more screams from down below. Dumbledore's quarters were right behind them and now that Harry thought about it, the balcony in the headmaster's tower hadn't been this big before. Maybe the castle had sensed something big was going to happen tonight, other than the last battle against Voldemort.

"I need to go in," Harry finally spoke, the vial of Snape's memories burning a hole in his other pocket. "Voldemort's right over that hill and he's going to die tonight."

Rhaegar nodded, glancing down to the armor that he had put on. "Perhaps I sensed something this morning, for I put on my armor, to make ready for war."

"You wore it to your coronation," Harry said, peering at him appreciatively. "It's beautiful and... Ooh, I have something for you but I need to go get it first."

"Where do you want me?" Rhaegar asked, as they moved toward the tower door and through it. Rhaegar peered up into the castle as they walked into the school, his eyes wide with wonder as the people in the paintings moved and talked. He could feel a faint buzzing aura around him and perhaps that was the magic of the school. Rhaegar already knew what Harry's magic felt like to him, had been able to sense it ever since the dragons hatched.

"Hmm?"

"I assume you had a battle plan."

"Yes," Harry replied, looking for something as he walked by a wall of book shelves. Rhaegar ached to look over the books, knew that these books held more knowledge than the whole of the Citadel. "Ahaha!"

Rhaegar watched as Harry pressed down on something at a table and then a big bowl appeared, hovering in the air. "What is that?"

"It's a pensieve," Harry explained quietly, drawing out something from a pocket in his cloak. "It's used to look at memories. I'm going to be busy for the next few minutes."

"I'll keep watch."

Harry stared at him, frowned but nodded, pouring liquid out from the vial into the pensieve. Rhaegar watched as Harry leaned forward and disappeared. His eyes widened before he walked over to sit on the steps below, waiting and watching the two dragons out on the balcony. He pulled out his sword and held it in his lap, ready for anything. Ready for a Death Eater to come walking up the tower.

The clatter of footsteps made him stand up, his sword at his side. Harry had been gone for fifteen minutes and had not appeared from the… pensieve. Rhaegar watched as two students came racing through the door. One was a redhead, much like the Tullys of Riverrun, and the other was a girl, brown frizzy hair. Both stopped suddenly at the sight of him and drew their own wands. Both could not stop staring at his crown, the simple gold band that he wore on his head.

"You two must be Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger," Rhaegar spoke, studying the two.

"Who are you?"

"Hermione… there are dragons out there," Ron whispered, pointing to where Balerion and Godric were out on the balcony.

"I am aware of that. How do you know our names?" Hermione asked, lowering her wand slowly.

"Harry Potter is my friend," Rhaegar remarked, shrugging. "Or as he is soon to be, my consort."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "You… You're a prince?"

"King Rhaegar Targaryen, at your service."

Ron's blue eyes went wide and Hermione blinked, her shoulders tightening.

"You're… a king? Of what?"

"Westeros."

Hermione's brown eyes narrowed as she studied him in return. "You're the friend Harry was talking about."

"What's a Westeros?" Ron questioned, his eyes wide. "Oh! That… That's where Harry goes occasionally, isn't it?"

"It is a country far from here," Rhaegar answered, dipping his head in a nod. "Harry talked of me?"

"Not too much," Hermione offered, shrugging. "I think he wanted you all to himself. He's in the public's eye too much around here, if you ask me."

Rhaegar grinned and was about to agree with the girl when Harry appeared, pale and withdrawn. Rhaegar hastened over, catching Harry's green eyes with his purple, seeing grief and determination in them.

"Harry?"

"I… I need to go face him. End this."

Rhaegar heard Hermione give a sharp inhale. "Harry? What do you mean?"

"Rhaegar… I never explained what horcruxes were to you but it has to do with that," Harry spoke quietly, weary and exhausted by whatever he had seen in the memories.

Hermione gasped again, bringing her hand to her mouth as if in horror. "Harry…"

Harry stared at Rhaegar then turned to look at Hermione. "Yeah, you probably figured it out."

"I… It was a guess," Hermione whispered, her face losing color. "Harry."

Rhaegar followed Harry as the man walked down the tower. He reached out his hand, grasping Harry's and squeezed. "Is there something I can do?"

"No. Not really," Harry murmured, as Hermione and Ron followed. "Unless you can time travel?"

Rhaegar shook his head. "What are horcruxes?"

"I'll explain later."

Hermione let out a sobbing gasp and Rhaegar's eyes narrowed. "Harry?"

"I need to do this alone, okay? Rhaegar, I need you to protect my friends. Balerion and Godric will help. Do this for me?"

"Harry." Rhaegar drew Harry to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, the oddly empty castle in ruins. Rhaegar had heard Harry tell stories of how busy Hogwarts usually was during a school year and now… There was no one around but Rhaegar could hear quiet talking in a room beyond the stairs. He could hear crying too and his stomach churned in his chest. This was war, this was a desperate battle to win against evil. This was not like the petty battles in Westeros history.

Harry looked at him, tried to smile and wasn't successful. His lips turned up into a grin but it did not reach his eyes. "It needs to be me against him in the end, Rhaegar. I'll come back."

Rhaegar shuddered at the look in Harry's eyes. "Balerion's fire can't do anything?"

"No. You can't burn everything in your way." Harry let out a bitter laugh. "Despite what Aegon and his sisters did. Despite how much I want to."

"I'll come back," Harry spoke, pulling Rhaegar into a fast hug and then hugging Hermione and then walking off towards the great double doors.

Rhaegar stood next to Hermione and Ron, stood next to Harry's other friends, as they watched the Death Eathers walk up to the castle, free and uncontested. The man at the head looked to be Voldemort, judging by the red eyes and the face that looked like he was related to a snake, or maybe a lizard lion. Dawn was approaching, the sun rising on the horizon.

Balerion and Godric were flying over the Forbidden Forest and Hogwarts castle, roaring out eerie sounding cries.

"Harry Potter is dead!"

Rhaegar stiffened, his hand going to the sword at his waist. He watched as the giant, or half-giant, Hagrid walked slowly behind Voldemort, carrying something in his arms. "Harry…"

He heard people sobbing around them then looked up at the sudden silence above. Godric and Balerion had stopped making noise. Rhaegar glanced around him, hearing Hagrid cry out, seeing the body in the half-giant's arms. His heart was beating so fast as Voldemort spoke to them.

A few of the Death Eaters were watching the dragons above them, keeping watch on them. Some of the Death Eaters had burn marks on them and Rhaegar grinned out of spite. Balerion and Godric's fire had grown hot, not as hot as their dragon ancestors had been, but still hot. Rhaegar watched as Neville was called forward and was cursed. The boy had a ragged pointy hat in his arms and then as Voldemort raised his wand, several things happened at once.

Godric flew down, speeding towards Voldemort and the big snake at his side, and grabbed a hold of the snake. Neville brought out a sword from somewhere, ran right over to Godric and sliced the snake in half, while Godric was holding the snake in his claws. Rhaegar grinned and just as he felt a spell racing towards him, something flared around him. Blue light rose into being around him and Rhaegar knew it was Harry who had done it.

"Harry! Harry's gone!"

Chaos reigned as Balerion swooped down again and breathed fire on several Death Eaters. The black dragon hovered in the air briefly, dipping a wing to let Rhaegar get on his back, then took off into the air. They ambushed the bannermen of Voldemort, with Godric at his side.

Harry stood over Tom's body, breathing heavily, sweat rolling down his back. The elder wand was snug in his hand, almost humming. He looked up at the crowds as a cheer rose around him, everyone clapping for him. He only had eyes for one person though, the silver haired man in the corner, a big proud smile on his face.

Harry could hear Balerion and Godric outside the castle, roaring in delight and joy.

"You did it," Rhaegar murmured as they walked around the castle grounds a few hours later. Godric and Balerion were idly following them, scenting the air and looking around at the new land. One of them had brought down a wild boar that they had found somewhere and they were now sharing it peacefully.

"I did, didn't I?" Harry commented, sighing in relief and exhaustion. He was wearing a thick black cloak over the clothes that he had occasionally brought back from Westeros. Rhaegar was still in his armor but he felt light, weightless. The sword that Harry had had crafted for him was at his hip. The name of it was 'Dragonheart'. It was made of silver, made by this world's goblins. "Voldemort's dead."

"I told your friends that you would be my consort."

Harry raised an eyebrow, smiled softly. "I think I am very okay with that."

"Good."

Rhaegar leaned into Harry, allowing him to drop his head on his shoulder.

"You're mine," Harry whispered, as they stopped at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. "My dragon king."

Rhaegar felt his cheeks warm. "And you are mine."

Harry hummed agreement, placing a small kiss in the crook between Rhaegar's neck and shoulder. "Prince consort then, I suppose. Lord consort. I am Lord Potter after all."

Rhaegar shivered as Harry placed another kiss on his skin. "You're being distracting."

"I'm tired. Can we go home?"

You can.

They both jumped at the voice, exchanging glances, before looking around them. There was a clearing a few feet ahead of them, a clearing that had a white glow to it. Harry sighed and they both walked over to the clearing, stopping when they saw a young woman in the center. There were two dogs flanking her and there was a slight inhuman glow around the woman. Snakes slithered at her feet.

"Are you Hecate?" Harry asked tentatively.

"I am." Hecate studied them, smiling softly. Her blue eyes were glowing with power as she stared at them with intent. "My two Chosen. King of Dragons. Master of Death."

"Are you one of the Seven?" Rhaegar questioned, feeling Harry take his hand.

"Master of Death? What do you mean?" Harry echoed, looking faintly disturbed. Exhausted but disturbed.

"Zeus did not like me meddling, I admit," Hecate offered, tilting her head. "The King of Dragons should have children after all. Dragons do not have fixed genders. You have an affinity for magic now, do you not?"

Rhaegar's eyes widened. "My lady, I do not understand what you mean."

"Harry will be able to explain when the time comes," Hecate explained cryptically, her smile growing a little at his term of address for her. "Build a temple in Westeros in my name and I shall be happy. For now, I send you four home with my blessing."

Their marks warmed. Harry, Rhaegar, Balerion and Godric all shimmered in the morning sun and disappeared.

They reappeared in King's Landing, right in the Dragon Roost where Rhaegar had left from. Ser Arthur, Ser Lewyn, Ser Gerold, and Ser Oswell were standing in the middle of the Roost, their white cloaks fluttering in the slight breeze.

"Your Grace!"

"You're back!"

"Harry!"

"Was Rhaegar in trouble again?!" Ser Arthur yelled.

The sun rose around them and Harry and Rhaegar looked at one another. Harry cracked up, his laughter loud and joyful. Balerion and Godric roared out loud, delighting in their king and his consort, let out pillars of flame above their heads.

AN: That's it, folks! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it!