AN: I don't own either GoT or HP but I wish I did. Daenerys deserves better.

Daenerys walked out of the hall of the Undying, not even sparing a glance to the empty cloak of the warlock that had taken her prisoner, and smiled as Drogon nuzzled against her neck. Viserion and Rhaegal were in her arms, chirping and glaring down at the chains that had held them. She smiled softly and glanced at the hallway before them, hearing Jorah shout for her outside.

As she started walking out, Viserion growled and dug his claws into her arms lightly, not enough to puncture her skin but enough to draw her attention. Viserion moved his wings up and down and stared at something to their left, not the way she had come when she had lost her dragons.

"Viserion?"

Her quiet voice echoed even now throughout the halls before them and that was when she heard the sound of chains. She paused, turning in the same direction that Viserion was looking, and headed that way, her heart racing at the thought of the warlocks having chained another person just like they did her.

Drogon moved about on her shoulder and hissed, a breath of smoke leaving his mouth. Dany swallowed and hastened towards her left, moving past empty rooms and coming to a stop outside the last door. The last door was a wooden one and Viserion was leaning towards it almost like a starving person leaning towards food would. Dany's eyes narrowed as she heard another scratching of chains on the other side. She gently lowered Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal to the stone ground and took a step back.

"Dracarys."

She watched as all three of her children seemed to suck in large breaths of air before exhaling fire towards the door. It wasn't much fire, they weren't that old but it did the trick. All three dragons ran out of fire quickly enough but the door caught on fire and crashed down onto the ground, falling inward.

Drogon turned back to her, a fierce protectiveness in his eyes and Dany reached down to pick the three of them up again. They were warm underneath her hands, boiling almost but it didn't bother her at all as she stepped onto the still smoldering door, glancing inside as she walked into the room. It was small and yet it was laid out like her cell had been, with chains coming out of the walls and ending in cuffs. Cuffs that were wrapped around the wrists of a young man.

Dany took one look at the man, seeing his slumped head and the runed collar at his throat and flinched. The man's black hair was wild and untamed, bits of dirt and blood in it that she could see. He looked as young as she was but his head was down so she couldn't see what the rest of him looked like.

She lowered her children to the floor again and this time Viserion took the lead, peering up at the man with golden eyes and chirping angrily. A groan left the man's throat and Dany's heart skipped a beat, speaking the valyrian word for fire again.

Viserion, Drogon and Rhaegal all breathed fire, their three different colored flames circling each other to envelop the chains holding the man. Dany watched as the chains melted into ash, as the collar around his throat glowed before crackling and disintegrating. After a few seconds, the three dragons closed their mouths and Dany hurried over to the man's side, wrapping an arm around his waist as his knees buckled, dropping him to the floor.

The man let out a strangled gasp as he dropped down to the floor, finally lifting his head up and meeting Dany's eyes. Daenerys stared at him, meeting his bright green eyes easily as her stomach did a flip in her body. Bright green eyes and a vivid scar on his forehead met her sight, the scar in the shape of a lightning bolt as it jutted down his skin.

He stared at her, blinking, before glancing down to the dragons, his eyes widening at the sight of them. "Are… the warlocks dead?"

Dany nodded, wishing she had a cup of water to give to him for his voice was dry and croaked. His voice also had an unfamiliar accent and it made him sound like a highborn noble, if he hadn't been chained up and half dead. "They are. My children killed them for chaining me."

The young man nodded as he caught his fast breaths, meeting her eyes again. "Your children?"

"My dragons. Viserion was the one who heard you first," Dany offered, as he pulled away. She stared at him curiously, wondering… "The warlocks chained you too. Why?"

The man let out a loud exhale, rocked back a little and stumbled, leaning against the wall behind him. "They were draining me of my magic through that collar, greedy men that they were."

"Your… magic?" Dany echoed, looking him over and seeing his odd clothes for the first time. He was wearing a shirt that didn't have long sleeves, just fabric that covered his shoulders, and some kind of clothing that covered his legs.

"Yes. I… am a wizard and they… they caught me on the first day that I arrived here. And… Thank you. I would have been dead in not too terribly long if you hadn't found me."

"It was Viserion that did the finding," Dany offered, her lips twitching up into a small smile. She stood up too, reaching out a hand to help him up. He easily took her hand, fitting his palm into her's and stood up with a loud pleased groan, pulling his hand away to stretch. "What is your name?"

"Harry. I'm just Harry. And you?"

"Daenerys of House Targaryen. What did you mean by calling yourself a wizard?"

Harry glanced her way, his eyes narrowing a little bit before he sighed, stretching and cracking his back. His eyes went loose with pleasure, his hand went up to rub his neck, before quickly pulling it away. "I can use magic. Here…"

He reached out a hand and whispered something under his breath. A soft light filled his palm, glowing with warm light as it flickered in the room. Dany's eyes widened as she watched him wriggle his fingers for a minute, the light following them.

"It's… beautiful," Dany whispered, her heart skipping a beat at the sight. "How… What do you mean they were draining you of your magic?"

"I suppose they wanted a taste of real magic," Harry offered quietly, shrugging a little and grimacing. "That collar… was used to drain me of my magic. If you hadn't found me, I'd be dead in a few hours."

Dany sucked in a tight breath, glancing at the remains of the metal on the floor underneath them. "What does that mean?"

"I was born with my magic," Harry explained, taking a step over and dropping his worn boot over the remains of the collar and smashing it. He glared down at it then looked back to her, his eyes narrowed. "Think of it as my blood. People can't live without their blood and I can't live without my magic. It'd be like…"

"Like living without an arm?"

"No, it'd be worse. I'd be dead," Harry said nonchalantly. "Sooo… Why did they chain you up?"

"They wanted me and my dragons," Dany answered, picking up Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal again. She filed away Harry's words for later and looked him over, seeing Viserion beat his wings a little to try to lean towards Harry. "Do you have family or friends here?"

Harry's eyes narrowed a little bit then shook his head. "I… No, I don't. Not here anyway. This isn't even my world to begin with."

Dany blinked, looking out through the doorway. "This isn't your world?"

"The last thing I remember doing back in my world was flipping through a dodgy looking book," Harry offered, a little hint of bemusement in his voice. "I was going through my godfather's library and well… I suppose I should have known better. Going through random books… Anyway, something activated within it and sucked me in and I landed right in the front of the warlock's temple. I don't even know what country I'm in or what continent I'm on."

"Essos. You're in Essos, in Qarth."

Harry grinned and dipped his head in a nod. "Thanks. You… are not from Essos, are you?"

Dany shook her head. "House Targaryen is from Westeros and before that Valyria."

"But... something must have happened then," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "I haven't heard of House Targaryen ruling Westeros. It's House Baratheon, isn't it?"

Dany grimaced but nodded, gesturing for them to leave the room and temple. Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and fell into step with her, occasionally glancing at the dragons in her arms. "Robert Baratheon killed my brother and became the Usurper. I am all that is left of House Targaryen."

Harry let out a noise of consideration as they walked. Dany headed back the way she had come, listening to Jorah call out for her. The sun was still half way up in the sky, mid afternoon as Dany judged it, and it was still warm. The visions that she had gotten from the warlocks ran through her mind, of Drogo and their son, Rhaego. The Iron Throne. In that vision, the throne had been surrounded by snow and ice, making her shiver though she had never seen snow before.

"What are the names of the other two?" Harry questioned, drawing her out of her thoughts.

"Drogon is the black while Rhaegal is the green," Dany replied, stroking Drogon's head and smiling when he arched into her fingers. "I named Drogon for my husband and Rhaegal for my brother who died on the Trident in Westeros."

"Your husband?"

"Khal Drogo, the horselord of the biggest khalasar of the Dothraki. He died three moons ago."

"I'm sorry."

Dany turned to look at Harry, who caught her eyes, and then turned away, as she saw Jorah and Rakharo.

"Your Grace! I was worried," Jorah called over, running towards her and checking her over with a glance. "Who is this?"

Jorah's hand went to the sword at his belt and Rakharo drew his arakh, pointing it at Harry, who sucked in a tight breath.

"Your Grace?" Harry repeated, looking between the three of them. "What am I missing and should I be bowing?"

Dany let out a surprised laugh and gestured for Jorah and Rakharo to lower their blades. "It's fine. He was chained up like I was. The warlocks wanted him for his power."

Jorah's eyes widened a little before he dropped his hand away from his sword hilt.

"You do not have to bow, Harry. Jorah, Rakharo, this is Harry. Are you… going back to your home now?" Dany questioned, turning to focus on Harry again. Drogon nuzzled into her neck abruptly, causing her to grin at the rough hide of her son.

Harry threw his hands up in the air, frowning. "I don't know how to get back to my home. Is it… alright if I follow you for now? Are you planning on retaking yours?"

"You'd follow a queen that easily?" Jorah asked.

"Uh… yeah? Is there something wrong with following a queen? Does Westeros not have equal inheritance laws?"

Jorah shook his head and Dany frowned. "I thought Dorne did."

"They do. The rest of Westeros does not."

"That's something I'm going to change," Dany said, narrowing her eyes in thought.

"Where I come from, there have been quite a few queens on the throne," Harry remarked, catching her eyes again. "You saved my life so yeah, I'll follow you."