Valyrian Blood Shards

Harry Potter welcomed death as a friend at the ripe age of one hundred and forty-eight years. He felt tired and old. Exhausted.

All his life he had been running from one place to another

First by the Dursleys, then by Voldemort, then it was being an Auror, marriage, being a father, being the head of the Aurors, his position in the Wizenmagot, being named the envoy to the ICW and then being Supreme Mugbump

And people did not understand why he wanted to retire thirty years ago and they had forced him to continue with his jobs with a lot of stress and paperwork.

Harry was back at the station and this time he had every intention of relaxing.

-Good morning, Harry Potter.

Next to Harry was Lily Luna, his daughter, but she was different from the Lily Luna he knew. She was wearing a long black silk robe and looked young. Not the wrinkled old woman he had seen by her bedside a few hours ago.

- Death?

-Very well, I am death. I have adopted a form with which you will feel comfortable

Harry looked at her from the bench he was sitting on.

-I do not want to participate in any war, just cause or other

-I wasn't going to ask you. – Death sighed and sat next to him. – You have to reincarnate

- I can not rest? I've barely got here

-You have spent more than three hundred mortal years in the fields of tranquility. - Death sighed. – I can let you choose what to reincarnate as

-I want to be a pet. A very well loved pet and very well cared for by his masters. A life without worries and without responsibilities. Just eat, sleep, roam at will and with a loving owner who passionately cares for me

-OK. I think I have the perfect being for you to reincarnate. Would it really bother you to be a dragon?

- That?

-In another world there is a royal family that rides and can control dragons. They love them very much and are very well cared for. And in that family there is a boy who does not have a dragon but who loves them very much, he will take good care of you. You just have to return the love.

-Well I think it's okay. Let's go there

-Okay, you will be reincarnated as a Targaryen family dragon. I hope you don't mind the color pink

- What have you said?

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The shell of a dragon's egg was a very hard thing. That's what Harry learned as he scratched the shell of his egg from the inside. He was also having a hard time coordinating with only claws on his lower legs and his upper limbs being wings.

Finally his claw made a small hole and Harry poked his head in, carefully cracking the egg open. Not very carefully because the hole suddenly widened and Harry fell to the ground and rolled into a dark corner in a mess of legs, wings and tail.

It took Harry a few minutes to get his coordination back out of the confined space of the egg and he looked around. He hid when he heard footsteps and giggles and saw how a boy of about seventeen was carrying a pig to the place where dragon eggs were kept.

Harry knew this because he could see row after row of eggs on metal racks. Harry had been lucky and his egg had cracked in such a way that you couldn't tell. Behind the seventeen-year-old boy came two other boys. They looked to be seven and five years old. Harry knew they were family by the smell. But while the older boy had white hair and violet eyes, the younger boys had dark hair and dark eyes. No, the youngest boy had blue eyes.

Harry overheard them talking about a joke for "Aemond" who didn't have a dragon yet. They would call the pig out as the “Pink Terror” and laugh at it. It was a very childish joke for a seventeen-year-old boy, but perfect for the two younger ones who laughed. The three of them got out and Harry slid from his hiding place to the pig.

The animal said nothing as Harry climbed onto its back and hid in the space between its wings. Harry noticed that the scales on it were a shade of pink quite similar to the color of the pig's skin.

Harry sat waiting. Aemond was the dragonless boy Death had told him about. And the best way to introduce himself was by screwing up the prank that his older brother and his nephews planned for him. Although those family relationships Harry had intuited from the children's conversation

The pig started to move and Harry realized that he had dozed off.

- Look at the dragon we have prepared for you!

- The Pink Terror!

The laughter started and Harry looked at the fourth boy. He looked devastated. He looked at the pig as if all his illusions and dreams had been broken at once. Betrayal and an eerie tranquility. As if he was used to being made fun of

Harry couldn't take it and yelled loudly. the boys shut up

Harry untangled himself and climbed onto the pig's head, which was surprisingly still. He reared up on his hind legs and spread his wings as he squealed with a screeching sound at the children who taunted Aemond.

The three conspirators looked surprised at the little pink dragon and fell silent. But Aemond stepped forward and carefully extended his hand towards Harry.

Harry looked at the hand and sniffed suspiciously before giving it a lick and climbing quickly up the boy's arm and onto his chest. The boy grabbed him in surprise and Harry looked up at his face before nestling his head into his neck and making purring noises.

He could feel the boy's happiness as he ran off with Harry in his arms. Harry rubbed against the boy's neck lovingly and looked down at himself. His scales were pink in the dim light from the torches in the dark cave, but now they were more of a skin tone. And he had a pair of little horns on his head, still very small. And his suckers were a soft shade of purple, almost lilac.

- Mother, mother!

- What is happening Aemond?! – Aemond entered a room where there was a red-haired woman and another girl with white hair and violet eyes.

- I have a dragon! --- Aemond lifted Harry up and Harry yawned as he looked around.

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Harry growled at the dragon expert who was examining him and tried to bite him. He didn't like how he had lifted his tail to know he was a boy or how he had pulled his wings to see them fully unfolded.

Harry grunted and climbed over Aemond again so he could lean on his shoulders. The boy looked delighted. Next to Aemond was his mother and on the other side was his father, King

-They already have the bond, the calf has chosen its rider. – Said the man. – Until he grows up they will have to be together. Have you thought of a name, Prince Aemond?

Aemond nodded vigorously as his father smiled at him.

-Vorsarys

-Fire in High Valyrio and in Dothraki. Good choice

Harry squealed and licked Aemond's face. The boy chuckled as Harry continued to be playful with him.

-Maybe the tameest dragon we've seen in a long time. Even Syrax and Arrax bit multiple times when inspected. He may be like Seasmoke or Sheepsteeler

- Is that good or bad? said the King with his hand at Harry's side.

-He will never be a dragon that fights in wars if he continues to be so meek. But he will make a good guardian of baby dragons, breeder and a good mount for future riders.

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Aemond did not part with Vorsarys and Vorsarys did not part with Aemond. Vorsarys remembered things about keeping dragons and getting blood from killing rats. The servants began to say that he was more effective than any cat they had ever seen. He also stole wine from Aegon's cup. The boy had complained, but Vorsarys had spat in his face.

That was quite a milestone, apparently they had never seen a dragon spit before. And Vorsarys amused himself by spitting on Aegon whenever he saw him. Because of that he was growing very fast and the dragon wardens thought it had to do with diet. A total of forty-eight rats, birds and mice a day, some stray cats and dogs, with three glasses of wine and Vorsarys was soon quite large. But he was still very meek.

Aemond also took good care of him. Vorsarys used to lie on his lap, but when he grew too big he would lie at his feet and lay his head on Aemond's lap. The guardians used to complain that Vorsarys was too tame and he couldn't survive on his own, but Vorsarys didn't care.

He was being cared for by the royal family and had fun being pampered.

They went to a funeral and Vorsarys followed Aemond like a big dog. A man named Daemon said that there was no difference between Vorsarys and a dog, so Vorsarys spat in his face too. Aemond's father laughed for a long time, and Aemond's mother but in a more hidden way.

Vorsarys watched Aemond lovingly and devotedly as he tried to socialize. The poor boy did not know how to do it. Then Vorsarys went down to the beach where the older dragons were. Seasmoke, Vhagar, Caraxes, Melleis,… Vhagar looked sad and Vorsarys approached her. The old dragon looked at the baby cooing and rubbed her head gently next to the baby.

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Vorsarys was a large and gentle dragon. That's what all the dragon keepers said. He was the only dragon that wasn't chained and he was big. Very big. Aemond at nineteen was an accomplished flyer for Vorsarys

For his part, Vorsarys often mated with Dreamfyre, so there were plenty more eggs in the vaults and plenty of hatchlings in the pit.

Vorsarys pushed one hatchling away from another and laughed dragonily at the clumsy little ones. The keepers were trying to feed the hatchlings blood and alcohol and that made them grow fast. Which excited them because the dragons had been getting smaller over time

Vhagar landed in the pit and Vorsarys greeted her. The old dragon was tired. She went where she wanted and slept a lot. She knew that the end was near and Vorsarys wanted to comfort her by letting her sleep on his bed of straw.

Aemond went down into the well and Vorsarys cheered up considerably to see his rider being attacked by his hatchlings playfully. The hatchlings screeched and scrambled up the rider as Vhagar blew around them and went for a nap.

Vorsarys lowered his head to make Aemond climb onto the saddle more easily and they flew towards Dragon Stone.

Yes, this is the life that Vorsarys wanted.

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Vorsarys saw Aegon running down the shaft looking for Sunfyre. she was running away

-Listen to me, you stupid lizard. ----- He hissed at Vorsarys. – I don't want to be King, I need to find Sunfyre before they come for me

Vorsarys watched him as he got up and went to lie down by the entrance to the well, effectively blocking the way.

Aegon stared at the dragon in astonishment before loading Sunfyre with the bags of gold and leaving as the soldiers began to arrive.

Vorsarys just looked with a yawn at Sunfyre who took flight

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Vorsarys brought his head closer to Aemond while he caressed him with his wrinkled and old hands. Many years had passed since Aemond had been able to hold him in his lap, but the dragon never forgot.

-Hello old friend

-Grandfather. You should go back to bed. – Aemond's grandson was behind him with a worried face.

- I'll be back later. Now I want to fly one last time with my dragon

Vorsarys bowed his head gently and the old man mounted the dragon. Vorsarys made the flight as pleasant as possible. He went up to the clouds and they touched them. Aemond's laugh was identical to the one he had the first time they managed to do that. Memories of decades together filled the minds of Vorsarys and Aemond.

Vorsarys began a slow descent in wide circles as he felt the bond inside him break and large tears slipped down his scales. Vorsarys landed and scratched at the straps that held the saddle to his neck.

Aemond's body slid down and Vorsarys gave him a couple of delicate taps before coiling around him and hurling flames into the sky with force. His bellows were heard throughout the Crownlands and other dragon riders soon came to see the dragon mourning its rider.