Hi everybody and anybody, I just had an Idea so I decided to start writing. I'm bad at doing things regularly but I'll try my best. It'll be slash because that's the only reason I participate in Fanfiction. I don't own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones. Lol should be good fun.

Introduction:

Rhaegar sat bent over next to the fireplace in his chambers. It was the middle of the night, and the Red Keep was quiet, yet it never fully slept. Rhaegar was focused on a stone which he had placed in the fire. A petrified dragon egg. It had been sitting in the hot coals for close to an hour now as Rhaegar has chanted softly in High Valyrian. Rhaegar slowly pulled a valyrian steel dagger out of it's resting place on his hip, never ceasing the quiet chant. He pulled the dagger across the palm of his hand and reached out to grasp the red hot egg.

He had taken the egg from Dragonstone the last time he had visited. Having just passed his twentieth name day he had been heavily researching his ancestors and their connection with the dragons of old. Of course the Targaryen's still had three dragon eggs, but the secret of hatching them had been lost over a century ago, and the eggs had turned to petrified stone in that time. Nonetheless Rhaegar was no fool. He understood that the standing of his house was quite unstable with his Father's illness progressing as it was. He had just recently replaced the king's justice from a sword, to wildfire. Rhaegar's concern was of rebellion, and he was looking for a way to ensure his claim to the throne.

So here he was, reaching out with a bloody hand into the flames to grasp an old stone dragon egg. What he truly had not counted on, was the egg actually hatching that early morning in his bed chambers. And that was exactly what happened as soon as his hand grasped the egg.

Harry was sick of it. He had died in the forbidden forest, come back to life, killed Voldemort once and for all, only to be killed by a rogue death eater a week after the final battle. Now here he was back in this damn train station. Only this time Dumbledore wasn't here to greet him, but a large black cloaked man-or "thing" may be more appropriate.

"Hello Master, so good to see you, though I must admit I wasn't planning on seeing you for another few decades at least. Seems fate wanted to play a game and got a little carried away." Harry snorted at that thinking that Fate had gotten 'a little carried away' with his whole damn life.

"So can I presume that I'm speaking to Death?" Harry asked. "And that the children's tale had far more truth to it than anybody guessed?" The being chuckled slightly after that, though there was no humor in the timbre of his voice.

"Correct on both accounts. It seems as though we are going to need to find something to do with you. As I already mentioned, we weren't supposed to talk for several more decades. So I've decided to place you in a different world." Harry blinked at that. "Yes I've decided to just have you be reborn in this new world, you can live out your lifetime there, and then when that is all over we can meet back here and discuss future plans."

Harry pondered the plan for a few moments. Of course what was really calling him back to his world? He had done his job, most of his friends and family were dead. Maybe this second chance would prove to be a lot more fulfilling. Harry was shocked for only a moment how calm the decision was, before brushing past it.

"Okay, cool. Where am I going?" Harry asked. Death smiled at him and answered,

"You'll be going to a country known as Westeros. They do have their own fair share of problems of course, just like any other world, but you should be able to find a great life here. The "country" if you will, is composed of seven different kingdoms which were united a few centuries ago when a man conquered it all on the back of a dragon. It is his descendants who are still in power today." Harry's eyes widened slightly at that. "Yes I thought given your rather, unique animagus form, that this world would be suitable for you." Indeed Death was referring to his dragon animagus, something Harry wasn't sure had ever been recorded in the wizarding world before, or even known about by even Ron or Hermione. "You will keep all of your magical ability, however there are no wands in this world, so you'll have to rely on wandless and ambient magic, but of course that shouldn't be a problem for you. Finally, you will enter the world as a newborn babe. You will retain all of your memories and knowledge though."

Harry processed all of this information as fast as he could, preparing himself in whatever way he could for this next leg of his journey. "Well okay then. I guess the only question I have is when do I go" Death smiled once more and snapped his fingers. The train station faded away along with death, and even Harry's body. Then there was nothing for a brief period of time. Before light exploded across Harry's vision. 'My birth' Harry thought as the light diminished and shapes started to come into focus. Harry went to make a noise, a cry, but the only thing that came out was a small chirup. He heard a gasp and looked up to see a man, who must have been just slightly younger than Harry when he died. He turned away from the man and looked down at his arm, to be met instead with a scaly wing.

"Bloody hell, he didn't tell me I was stuck in my animagus form," The dragon thought to himself as he came into his brand new world, staring from green eyes into indigo.