The Return of the Black Dread

Description: In this AU, Jon uses his Targaryen blood and knowledge his brother Bran, the Three-eyed Raven, gave him, to reawaken the most powerful dragon of all time. With the help of Balerion, Jon will try and retake his birthright, The Iron Throne. Will his Aunt, Daenerys Targaryen see reason and help the true heir, or will she seek the throne for herself.

PAIRING IS Jon/Valarr Targaryen and Daenerys Targaryen.

Story Rated M for a reason.

YES, JON WILL HAVE A DIFFERENT TARGARYEN NAME. I DON'T LIKE THE FACT THAT HE HAS THE SAME NAME AS HIS HALF-BROTHER.

PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS AN AU SO THE SCENES WILL BE DIFFERENT AND CHARACTERS WILL BE OOC.

Chapter 1(Rebirth)

Bran sat in his chair with Jon facing him, curious as to what his brother could have summoned him to tell him. "Jon, you have believed your whole life that you are the bastard son of Ned Stark, my father. I have discovered who your real parents were."

Jon feels his confusion reflected on his face. "Were? So they are both dead? Who were they?" Jon asks, curious as to why Ned Stark never told him the true identity of his parents.

"Jon, this is going to come as a shock to you, but remember you still have Stark blood. Your mother was my father's sister, Lyanna Stark. Your father was the crown prince of the Targaryen Empire…Rhaegar Targaryen."

Jon's eyes widen before anger darkens his gaze. "So I am the product of rape. I wouldn't exist except for the fact that my father forced himself on my mother." He says angrily.

Bran shakes his head. "You misunderstand. Your father didn't rape your mother. The opposite in fact. They were married. They loved each other." Bran tells his cousin.

Jon feels his whole world shatter around him. "So my whole life was a lie." He mutters, "Wait, if they were married, that would make me-"

Bran cuts off Jon. "Yes. You are the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Your mother didn't name you Jon, she named you Valarr Targaryen."

Jon feels his head spinning. "Valarr Targaryen…" Then his eyes blaze. "That means that The Mountain killed my blood. He slaughtered my family!"

Bran, for the first time since he became the Three-eyed Raven, smiles a true smile. "Yes, Valarr. Embrace your true heritage. Fire flows through your veins. Yes, ice does too, but you are a Targaryen. You are a King."

Jon looks into Bran's eyes and says, "You are right. I am a Targaryen, and my name is Valarr, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."

"Go, cousin, take what is yours. But first, I have a suggestion for you." Bran says.

"What kind of suggestion?" Valarr asks curiously.

Bran smiles again. "I know where you can get a dragon." He says.

Valarr's eyes widen. "What! A dragon! Where?" He asks excitedly.

"North of Winterfell. An ancient dragon lies buried under the ground in a cave. You must build a fire above where it lays and cut your palm. Then allow your blood to mix with the fire and sink into the ground. Your Targaryen blood will reawaken the dragon, and bond it with your soul. It will be like it is your son…"

Valarr feels his blood boil at the possibility of reawakening a dragon. "Bran, do you know the dragon's name?" Valarr asks.

Bran's face remains emotionless as he says. "Yes. His name is Balerion."

Valarr looks at his brother in shock. "Balerion? As in The Black Dread?" At Bran's nod, Valarr asks. "How? Shouldn't he be dead?"

Bran nods, "By normal standards, yes. But the ice Balerion is buried in is preserving him and allowing him to continue to grow, while not aging at all."

Valarr feels his shock displayed on his face once again. "Wait…continue to grow? He was already the biggest dragon ever!" Valarr exclaims.

Bran nods. "Yes. Over the past hundreds of years, he has grown to a size that would equal the Red Keep at King's Landing." He says. "Go wake your dragon cousin." He says.

Valarr begins his journey, following a raven that Bran controls. When the raven guides Valarr into a cave, he can't help but feel fear. He is about to awake the most powerful creature to ever live.

Suddenly, the raven lands on the floor and marks an X in the dust. Valarr nods to the raven and exits the cave to search for firewood. When he returns, he places his kindling on the ground and lights it using a piece of flint. He builds up the fire until it is a roaring, blazing inferno. Sighing, Valarr strips the clothes off his body, until only a knife remains of his belongings. He steps into the fire and sighs in relief when it doesn't burn him. He slowly makes his way to the center of the inferno.

"Rise Balerion. Rise. Rise, and grace this world with your presence once more. Rise, my son. Rise, Blood of my blood." As Valarr finishes his enchantment he slashes his palm. The blood slowly drips down his hand and drops into the flames. Valarr looks around himself, wondering what to expect.

Valarr nearly stumbles when the ground he stands on begins to shake. He feels himself smiling. He walks out of the cave and watches in proud silence as his newly adopted son bursts from the ground. The dragon's wings extend to its side, turning the mid-afternoon sun to darkness. The massive creature breaks everything in its path, uprooting trees, tossing rocks. Wildlife flees from the massive creature. When finally the full body of the dragon emerges, it slowly turns its head to Valarr.

Balerion bends his massive head down so that he can look Valarr in his eyes. After a few moments of scrutiny, Balerion lowers his shoulders and offers his wing for Valarr to climb on. Valarr cautiously makes his way to the wing. From there, he climbs up the wing and sits at the juncture where Balerion's wings meet the rest of his body. The massive dragon slowly extends his wings before pausing. He turns around to face Valarr, curiosity in his eyes. Valarr is confused for a moment before remembering that he needs to tell Balerion to fly. "Sōvegon!" Valarr says.

The massive black dragon beats his wings and takes off into the sky. Valarr starts thinking to himself. "Hmm. What do I do now? Will the northern lords believe me if I tell them the truth?"

Valarr sighs. He doesn't have much of a choice but to try. He is King in the North after all. If the lords try to kill him for who he truly is, Balerion would be able to save him.

Valarr guides Balerion to a gorge a few miles from Winterfell and turns to the magnificent dragon. "Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor." (A dragon is not a slave.)

The dragon nods its massive head, before taking off once again. Valarr feels pride watching the creature take off into the darkening sky. He watches Balerion fly into the sky for a moment before making his way to Winterfell.

When he arrives at the gate, one of the guards calls out. "Name and purpose in Winterfell?"

Valarr sighs. "Jon Snow. King in the North." The guard gasps.

"I apologize, my lord. I did not recognize you." The guard says, voice tinted with fear.

Valarr nods. "Round up all of the northern lords and have them meet me in the great hall." He orders. The guard nods and walks off to complete his King's order.

Once all of the lords are gathered, along with Sansa and Arya, Sansa asks. "Why have you summoned us, brother?"

Valarr sighs. "I have learned new information on a topic of interest."

Lyanna Mormont asks. "What topic is that?"

Valarr looks around the room, meeting the eyes of every person in the room. "I know who my parents were."

An uproar follows his announcement before Lord Baelish calls out. "Parents? I thought we already knew who your father was."

Valarr turns to face him. "No, we didn't. Ned Stark lied." Furious whispers break out at that statement.

"Silence my lords and ladies. Please let me continue. He lied to protect me. He lied to protect his own blood. I was never his son…" Valarr gets interrupted by Arya.

"What do you mean you were never his son? Who were your parents?" She asks.

Valarr sighs. "Come on my lords and ladies. I have the blood of House Stark running through my veins, but that blood isn't from Lord Stark." He says.

Suddenly Sansa gasps. "No…it isn't possible…Aunt Lyanna…" She whispers.

Valarr nods. "Yes Sansa. My mother was Lyanna Stark…and my father….was Rhaegar Targaryen. My true name is Valarr Targaryen."

Outraged exclamations are shouted out before Lord Baelish says, "What does it matter who your father was? He was married to Elia Martell so you are still a bastard."

Valarr shakes his head. "No. You misunderstand my lord. I am the trueborn son of Rhaegar and Lyanna. I have proof in my room. Rhaegar and Elia had their marriage annulled. Shortly after, Rhaegar married my mother, Lyanna Stark."

Gasps ring out once again before a voice rings out from the back of the room. "My name is Arthur Dayne. I have been hiding under a different identity. I was in Dorne when Valarr was born. The day he was born, I swore my life to protect him. He is Valarr Targaryen and the true King of the Seven Kingdoms."

Gasps ring out again. "Wait…Arthur Dayne…as in, the Sword of Morning." Petyr Baelish asks.

An idea occurs to Valarr, "If you still do not believe me, I have something to show you. Please follow me outside." Valarr says.

He gets up and leads the lords and ladies into the courtyard. "Please remember that he is perfectly safe to all of you unless I command him otherwise," Valarr says.

"Him? Who…is him?" Sansa asks.

Valarr just smiles. He closes his eyes and concentrates. He reaches out with his mind, connecting with Balerion and calling him to Winterfell.

A few minutes later a thudding sound is heard. Followed by the same sound again and again. A few moments later, Balerion roars, causing everyone except Valarr to gasp in fear. A few moments later, Balerion comes into view. The people all gasp in fear. A beast thought to be extinct is now flying above his head. "Now do you believe me my lords and ladies? Allow me to reintroduce to the world, Balerion the Black Dread." Valarr says.

Many people faint at that announcement. Balerion is well known, even among the northerners. The Sword of Morning walks until he stands before Valarr, before kneeling. I offer you my services, your grace." He says.

Valarr smiles. "Rise Ser Dayne. Captain of my King's Guard." He says.

A few hours later, Valarr hears a knock on his door. He opens it and sees Ser Dayne standing outside with a box. "Your grace, may I?" He asks.

Valarr nods and gestures into the room.

Ser Dayne bows and walks into the room. "Your Grace, I have been holding this for you since the day you were born." He says, opening the box.

Valarr can't help but gasp at the beautiful armor lying in the box. "It was your father's." Ser Dayne says quietly.

Valarr walks towards the box and reaches in to pull the armor out. In the sunlight, the armor stands out, the highlights of gold, orange, and silver on the helmet glowing. The armor itself is night-black, decorated with the sigil of House Targaryen on the chest in rubies. "Do you wish to put it on your grace?" Ser Dayne asks.

"Yes." Valarr answers quietly. Ser Sayne nods and reaches to take the armor from the box. He helps Valarr into the armor and can't help but gasp. Finally, Arthur puts the black cloak on his king and kneels before him.

"My king." He says, "You look just like your father."

Valarr nods, tears welling in his eyes. "Your grace," Arthur says. "I have one last gift for you."

Valarr feels himself smiling. "You have already given me so much Ser Dayne. What else could you possibly have to give me?" He asks.

Arthur smiles. "I have given you nothing that shouldn't already be yours, your grace." He reaches into the box and pulls out a sword. "You now have Balerion as your dragon which makes this sword even more special. This is Blackfyre, and much like Balerion was once Aegon the Conquerers."

He hands the sword to his king, and the effect the blade has is immediate. The black hair and brown eyes of Jon Snow are replaced with Targaryen features. Silver hair now flows down Valarr's back, and his eyes are now purple. "Look in the mirror, your grace. When you were born, Ned Stark took you to a Red Priestess and had her hide your true appearance. I was told that the moment I handed you Blackfyre, that illusion would vanish."

Valarr does, and he smiles. Where he was once called pretty, he knows that he now looks kingly. His Targaryen features go perfectly with his armor. "Thank you, Ser Dayne." He says, voice filled with gratitude.

Ser Dayne nods. "One last thing, your grace. This arrived from Dragonstone. It is from Daenerys Targaryen, your aunt." He hands Valarr a letter.

"Thank you again, Ser Dayne. You are dismissed." Valarr says.

Ser Dayne bows to him and walks out of the room. "Well." Valarr thinks to himself. "Let us see what my aunt has to say." He breaks the Targaryen seal and unrolls the parchment.

A/N.

Next chapter will be begun from the POV of Daenerys, and her reaction to Valarr's response to her letter.

Should I continue? I like this story but I don't know if you guys will. I always wondered what would have happened if Jon had an illusion hiding all of his Targaryen features.