Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and The Game of Thrones. They belong to their respective authors. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN: I would like to apologize for my mistakes in advance.

Jon stood in front of the door; hand raised to knock, but he stopped. It was time to break the fast and he still hasn't seen Elsa after she told him to leave last night. He hadn't slept without her by his side in all his life. He thought to give her time, which was why he decided against coming to her room this morning or at night. He wouldn't deny that he was up all night, hoping that she would come and talk to him and he'll get the chance to apologize. Knowing that father had been thinking about her marriage, had thrown him off the loop. They had always been together and he had all but forgotten that she was his sister and would be married someday. She would leave and he would be alone. Yes, he had other siblings he loved, but it wasn't the same. He couldn't explain it, but he had this bond with Elsa which he couldn't understand himself. All he knew was that the thought of her getting married to someone else, made him want to crumble to pieces. On one hand, he knew that they were siblings and his feelings for her were wrong; but on the other hand, some part of him kept on repeating that they weren't related. It couldn't be so wrong, could it?

He had been up all night, thinking about it and couldn't deny that her concerns were valid. He wasn't naïve and knew that people would kill her if they found out about her. Either that or they'll use her for their benefit and he couldn't allow that. She would become a pawn in the game and even the thought of that made him want to kill someone. He loved his father and he would die for him, but he loved Elsa more. Which was why she was here! To tell her that he would talk to their father and make him understand. After all, he was well aware of Elsa's… powers.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Elsa?"

He waited for a moment before knocking again. "El? It's me. Open the door."

There was no voice from inside as he waited and he frowned. They've had fights before, but Elsa always gave some kind of response, even if it's shouting at whoever disturbed her. He didn't wait and pushed the door open, knowing that it was always open. His eyes widened when he saw the perfectly made bed. He searched her room, but she wasn't there. Jon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn't going to worry. She could be in the hall or outside or with Arya or Robb and with that thought, he rushed out of her room.

Elsa blinked against the harsh sunlight and her hand went to the other side in search for the afghan to cover her eyes. Arya had opened the windows again and she groaned. It was too bright, too soon. She slowly became aware that her back was paining and she wasn't in her soft bed, but instead on a cold stone floor. Her snapped open as soon as the realization hit her and she sat up hurriedly before looking around. As she looked around, it registered to her that she had been lying on the floor beneath the sky shining brightly. Where exactly was she? It wasn't a part of the castle in Winterfell, as all the walls surrounding her were burned.

Elsa almost gaped when she finally grasped the fact that it was a ruined castle.

"Hello?" she called cautiously as she moved towards the door.

The place seemed abandoned, but she was hoping to find someone because no matter how much she tried, she couldn't remember how she came to be here! The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her bed after her fight with Jon and she closed her eyes despondently. There it was, the stinging of tears again and she blinked them away. This wasn't important right now. She needed to find out where she was and a way to go back home! The sun was high up and everyone would be worried about her, especially Jon, Robb and their father.

"Is anyone there?" she called again, this time louder than before, walking deeper in the corridors as her voice echoed around the hall. Everything around was destroyed and was seemly here from a very long time. She walked down the hall in a trance-like state and stopped right in front of a door, but what caught her attention was its size and pattern. It was the largest door around, carved intricately with symbols which had been designed delicately, different than anything else around. She observed with wonder that whoever lived here, must be extremely poised and sighed disappointedly when she realized that it was some other language and she would be unable to read it. But there was something about those symbols, some unexplainable urge, that she moved, unable to stop herself from touching the door, tracing the patterns with her fingers. As soon as her fingers touched the door, it lit up and Elsa gasped when the sudden fire engulfed the door before she fell back with a loud shriek.

She peaked her eyes open when she didn't feel the heat and gaped. Not only the door wasn't on fire, but to her utter bewilderment, it wasn't locked anymore. The door was wide-open, giving her the view of the huge room hidden behind it.

Once again, she looked around to make sure that she was alone and no one was playing with her. She frowned with confusion when she still didn't see anyone before looking inside the room. She couldn't understand what compelled her, but something was pulling her in the chamber. The only source of light was the sunlight shining through the door and she braced herself before entering inside. The room was dark, but she could easily make out an ancient-looking trunk lying on a bed, right in the middle of the room. She walked towards it, feeling the strange power emanating from it. It wasn't dark, but the opposite. It was something so pure and wild, that she knew instantly that she had felt it before. To her utter surprise, there wasn't a single speck of dust on the gold trunk. Elsa's hand raised on her own accord and her fingers traced the intricate markings and symbols, realizing that they were the same which she had seen on the door. Before she could give it another thought, the fire engulfed the box and she snatched her hand back. Her eyes widened when the fire diminished and the box opened, just like the door.

Her eyes widened even more, turning round with surprise when she saw what had been hidden inside.

Eggs!

Not any eggs, but dragon eggs!

Four dragon eggs to be precise!

Dread gripped him as he looked outside the gate along with Robb. No one had seen Elsa after she retired last night. They had searched everywhere, but it was all in vain. Jon knew all her hiding spots, but she was nowhere to be found. He shouldn't have left her room last night, he thought to himself as he cursed himself once again.

Robb turned towards him and said, "I think we should inform father."

"No!" Jon's eyes widened and he said horrified. No one knew about the talk father had with Elsa and he knew things would turn bad if the king found out that she wasn't here. "We don't know where she is! She could've gone outside." He stated before nodding to himself.

Robb touched his shoulder, looking at him with pity and said strongly, "Jon! We've been searing for hours! No one knows where she is! She could be in trouble. Father needs to know! She wasn't there for the meal. Even King and the Queen were asking for her. They'll find out she isn't here soon, brother."

Robb was correct. They were unable to find Elsa and any more delay would be futile. For all he knew, she could be in danger and Jon swallowed thickly before nodding.

She was still gaping or more like gawking at the eggs which were shimmering like polished metal in the sunlight. All the eggs were of different colours – red, green, sapphire blue and pale. She reached out and traced the eggs one by one, feeling the bumps and tiny scales on them and an image of a huge man carrying a dragon egg came unbidden to her mind. Elsa gasped before blinking and shaking herself off from whatever it was, turning her focus back on the eggs. She felt the eggs warming underneath her hands and concentrated on the power she had always felt inside her. Instead of burying it inside herself, for the first time in her life, she emphasized on pushing it in the eggs. Her eyes never strayed, even as she saw the ball flames that erupted from her palms, warming the eggs even more. This time, she wasn't afraid, somehow knowing that the fire wouldn't hurt her. It was warm and comforting as they increased, burning the eggs as her hands hovered over them.

Elsa couldn't remember how long she stayed like that, fire burning the eggs, but she didn't waiver, not for a second. Not until she heard crackling. Only then she removed her hands, but to pluck out the small dagger from her boots, she always kept with her – a gift from Jon. Without thinking, she cut her palm, dripping blood on all the eggs and whispering something in a language she had only dreamt about until now. She swayed on her feet, feeling lightheaded and sat on the bed, right beside the trunk to steady herself. A couple of seconds or minutes later, she felt power flowing around her and she shivered.

Her eyes snapped to the eggs, which were making clicking noises and held her breath, just as the egg split open. The four baby dragons flopped on the bed, their small wings flapping and they sneezed in tedium and a couple of small sparks flew out of their snouts. She stared wide-eyed as they looked around before looking up at her with small glittering eyes, giving her a beady-eyed look.

They had four limbs – two short back legs and two wings as forelimbs and to her, they all looked similar to a bat, even though they all were of different sizes. They were covered in scales which ran down their backs from head to tail. Particularly large ridges of horns framed the edges of their faces, running along the back of the skull and the jawline. The black one was the largest and had red eyes; the second one had jade-green scales and had bronze eyes; the third one had sapphire blue scales and had golden eyes; and the smallest one was pale, distinctly reminding Elsa of Jon's hair. It had snow-white scales mixed with some gold and had pale eyes.

They chirped up at her before yawning sleepily. She was still gaping, staring wide-eyed at the marvel in front of her, belatedly realizing that she had made the dragons hatch without even knowing. How had she done that? The dragons chirped again before jumping in her lap, almost pushing each other in their hurry. Bewildered, she reached an arm down and watched as two of them climbed on her arm and curled up on her shoulder, their tales curled around her neck. The two in her lap were nuzzling her stomach, their tails wrapped around her wrists as she stroked their necks with her fingers.

They chirped at her again and Elsa's eyes widened.

"Oh! You must be hungry," she muttered. "I'm sorry… I don't have anything right now, but I'll feed you soon."

It wasn't long before she fell asleep, thinking about a way to get back home, the dragons nestled comfortably against her.

Ned closed his eyes miserably, feeling older than he was as he walked towards Elsa's chamber. His men have been searching for her since Jon and Robb told him this morning, that she was nowhere to be found. He couldn't understand what had gone wrong! Last night, he had made it abundantly clear that he won't be forcing her to marry anyone, not without her consent, even if it's the king's son. And as always, she had been clear about her dislike towards the boy. He had promised her that he will be talking to the king and she had seemed relieved after that. He had known the girl ever since she was a babe and he refused to believe that she had absconded. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a Targaryen and fleeing wasn't in her nature, no matter what King Robert raved and ranted about. He would have hidden the fact that Elsa wasn't to be found anywhere if it hadn't been for the frantic search. The king had been understandably furious, accusing him that he hid the girl somewhere, threatening him and his people until Queen Cersei had suggested that 'the younger girl would be a perfect match for their boy'. He had wanted to intervene, to tell them that Sansa was too young, but Catelyn had stopped him. He understood that Cat wanted to see Sansa as the Queen of seven kingdoms one day, but she wasn't aware of the hardships that it involved, arguing that Sansa should be the one marrying the prince, not Elsa and it was a great opportunity.

It was almost nightfall and their men still couldn't find Elsa. His men were still searching, but no one had seen her and he had no idea how to find her. No matter what people said, he knew that she was important. And if he was correct, she was Rhaenys Targaryen – the firstborn of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, the true heir to the throne. Hiding her entity was just as important as hiding Jon's because he knew they would be slaughtered otherwise.

He sighed as he entered her room and sat on the chair tiredly. The day had passed slowly, wrought with the undercurrent of tension. Both Jon and Robb had insisted that they would be going along with their men to search for her.

Jon had been adamant and had stayed after an argument, but only after Robb had reassured him that he would find and bring their sister home. Jon hadn't seemed pleased but had agreed after Arya's insistence. He knew how close the two were, after all, Elsa and Jon were siblings, even if they weren't aware of the fact. He was just hoping that they would find the girl before any trouble found her. Of course, he hadn't forgotten about her… strange abilities, which was why he was more anxious. Also, she had distinct features and he knew anyone could recognize her. She was safe in Westeros, but out there alone… he closed his eyes again as he stood up to leave, hoping that they would be able to find her soon.

He was about to leave when out of the corner of his eyes, he saw something shimmering on the bed. He turned around frowning when the shimmering only increased and his hand went to his sword. Ned watched nonplussed as Elsa appeared on the bed out of nowhere. He blinked again and then again, unable to believe his eyes at what he was seeing!

His first reaction was relief at seeing her unharmed which soon turned to awe, but then his blood turned cold when comprehension dawned on him.

Not only did his daughter appear out of thin air, sleeping peacefully like she had been lying there all day, but he stared horrified that not one, but four cat-sized dragons were curled around her. As soon as he pulled his sword out of the hilt, four heads snapped towards him and they screeched. 'They must've been trying to roar, but probably were too young', he thought. Ned noticed with growing horror as small sparks of fire flew out of their snouts as they screeched again, stepping in front of Elsa.

The action startled her and she gasped awake, dislodging the baby dragons. She looked around before looking at him but was her eyes snapped down when they screeched again. Ned noticed that the two lager ones were facing him, while the smaller ones were chirping up at Elsa, like scolding her. His grip on the sword remained as her hand went to their snouts and she stroked them. He watched confused and perplexed as the dragons jumped on her after screeching at him one more time warningly, nuzzling their heads with the nearest part Elsa they could reach.

Before he could form a sentence or even a word to ask her the question whirling in his mind, Jon and Arya barrelled through the door. Arya stopped short, her eyes widening as they landed on Elsa or moreover on the baby dragons she was petting, but Jon had no such qualms. He didn't see anything else and was aware of only a single fact – Elsa was here and she was unharmed! He didn't wait and in a few hurried steps, crushed her to him. He forgot that their father and Arya present in the room in favour of feeling her against him, smelling her familiar scent and he was struck between being angry with her or focusing on controlling his tears.

It wasn't until he heard a high-pitched squeak and looked down only to gape like others, when he saw the baby dragons flapping their wings, almost complaining because they were being crushed between the two. He reached down a hand to stroke the jade-green dragon, who had jumped onto him and was now, almost purring. It climbed onto his arm easily before setting his tail around him, claws digging into his shoulder and he laughed.

"Are they dragons?" Arya almost shouted when no one said anything.

Ned came back to himself and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his children before closing the door.

"Elsa. Where have you been?" he asked.

That sobered them and Jon looked up at her.

She looked at him and said softly, willing him to believe her. "I woke up somewhere in a ruined castle this morning, father. I don't know how!"

Ned looked back and gave a single nod. What could he say? He knew it to be true, after all, she had appeared right in front of him. Not wanting to discuss it in front of the others, he asked about the most pressing matter. "And the dragons?"

Elsa looked at the dragons, still stroking them as her eyes went from Jon to Ned. "I… don't know. I found the eggs locked in the castle." She stopped before looking at her hands. How had she done it? "I… uh… hatched them?" It came out more like a question and she grimaced as the three occupants of the room gaped at her.

"You… hatched them?" Ned asked uncertainly, at which she nodded.

His eyes went back to the dragons and met Elsa's violet ones.

"Elsa. We'll talk about it later. I have urgent matters to attend, but you'll stay in your chamber till the morning. It would be suspicious to find you in your room all this time." He stated and she gave a solemn nod. "And you'll keep the dragons inside. Until the king leaves, at least. You have to keep them hidden. No one can know." He told Arya seriously, who nodded along with Jon and Elsa.

She asked Elsa, almost jumping with excitement. "Can I touch them now?"

Ned took one last look at the baby dragons before leaving the room. He needed to find a way to make the king leave as soon as possible, especially now that Elsa has dragons. As far as he knew Robert, he would get the dragons killed before killing Elsa.

"What're we going to call them?" Arya asked, staring at the four fascinated. "Can we at least tell Robb?"

Elsa looked at her with a smile and asked, "What do you want to name him?" As she motioned towards the dragon which had sapphire blue scales.

Arya's head snapped up; eyes wide. "Really? You want me to name him?"

"Of course." Elsa grinned easily as Jon stared at the two, aware of the fact that the dragons were trotting on the bed.

Arya thought for a long time before she jumped and stated excitedly, "Draco! I want to name him Draco! It means dragon in Latin."

Elsa didn't know why, but the smile dropped from her face and her nose wrinkled at the name. It wasn't a bad name and she didn't know why, but it wasn't something she wanted to hear again.

"You don't like it?" Arya asked in a small voice and Elsa blinked.

She disliked the name, but it wasn't enough to make her sister sad. So, she grinned at her and lied through her teeth. "I loved it. Draco. Do you know, there's a group of stars that are known as Draco?"

Arya's eyes widened at that and even Jon's eyebrows went up to his hair.

"How do you know that?" Arya asked baffled and Elsa shrugged. She had no idea how she knew that.

In the end, Jon named the black dragon which was the largest, Balerion. Elsa named the jade-green dragon, Rhaegal, who had somehow attached himself to Jon. And she named the female dragon with snow-white scales, Luna. She wasn't sure where the names came from, but they seemed perfect to her babies.

Jon and Arya went to the kitchen to find something for Elsa and the dragons to eat while she stayed in her chamber.

After Arya retired unwillingly for the night, Jon stayed in her room, staring as the dragons slept curled up in the bed next to them. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to scream, but he ended up crushing Elsa to himself. After thinking for a whole day that he had lost her somehow or she could've left him on her own or something had happened to her, he wasn't going to let her go. He did not know what it was between them, but all he knew was that he couldn't imagine a day in his life without her. He didn't let go even when she had stiffened in his hold at first before relaxing. One of her hands came to his head, fingers knotted in his hair, while the others rubbed soothingly on his back. Jon knew his grip on her was tight as he was clutching her to him with all his might, clinging to her clumsily, but he didn't care. He tucked his face in her neck as a few tears escaped him without permission, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. 'El', his voice muffled as his lips moving against the skin of her neck and he felt her shiver, but he stayed where he was, holding onto her.

"I'm here". she murmured, holding back just as tightly.

"I searched for… I thought…" he choked out.

"I know." She whispered as she kissed his ear while running her hand up and down his back.

He was still wearing his winter coat and jerkins, and it didn't take long before she coaxed him out of it and his shoes, dropping them on the chair next to her bed. She laid back on the bed and Jon followed till she was underneath him and he was sprawled over her, still not willing to let go.

'I'm right here, Jon.' She told him again and this time, her hand went inside his shirt, her palm stroking the warm skin of his back. His hand tightened on her and after a second, she felt him kissing between her neck and the shoulder, where his lips had been and she stilled. It wasn't long before he bit her and her eyes snapped open as she gasped in pain, but other than that, she didn't make a sound. She knew he was angry and this was his only way of expressing it. Jon had been accustomed to being an unwanted child, a bastard, she thought with disgust, but he never spoke a word about anything. She was the only one he could be himself with and she knew today's incident must have shaken him. She felt his tongue laving at the bite mark, knowing that it was an apology and kept her hand on his skin. They had a lot to discuss, but right now, they both were content.

They fell asleep like that, tangled with each other and four baby dragons surrounding them, not knowing that the next morning would be the beginning of a storm that would destroy them all in the coming years.

EN: I hope you liked this one. Have a nice day everyone.

May 10th, 2019