Can't take more shit
This was the weirdest experience of her lives. Hari felt most at home in her fierce, tiny, black, winged body that was absolutely not cute, regardless of the cooing the Dothraki women made toward her. But she could easily look out from behind the eyes of Rhaegal and Viserion. It was like she had three bodies but one mind. So weird. But cool. It took a while to get used to it, but everyone assumed it was because the dragons were babies and clumsy. As if.
Hari cuddled into Dany’s neck and sighed. Dany was wonderful. She was everything. And Hari wanted to protect her from all harm. Poor Dany was a teenager who had been hurt, manipulated, and hunted her whole life for a birthright she had no control over. Hari went through that in her first life, and desperately wanted to help Dany.
But Dany kept killing people.
At first, Hari helped. Those awful fake wizards in the desert chained Hari’s three dragon bodies, and chained her mother. They had to escape. She had to protect herself and her mother. She had to.
And then Dany locked two people who betrayed her in a room that couldn’t be opened. It’s one thing to kill someone who is actively trying to kill you; it’s quite another to force someone to die of thirst in a vault without light. Hari started to feel uncomfortable.
And it didn’t stop there. This was a brutal world, and so many were murdered. Dany killed slavers and people who defied her. Without trial. But surely they were bad people?
Hari was feeling worse by the day. Dany was resembling Tom Riddle a bit too much. Maybe she was more like a vicious, teenaged Albus Dumbledore, who would crush the world for ‘the Greater Good’. Dany was power hungry, but clearly had no idea how to rule.
And then a man came to the throne room and accused Hari of killing his child. Absolutely not. Hari didn’t kill people unless they were actively trying to kill her or her family. And she had never killed a child. Ever. She didn’t even kill baby cows.
But Dany, her dear mother, believed the tears and came for Hari, but she flew away. Dany lured Rhaegal and Viserion to an area under a pyramid and chained them. Enslaved them. In the dark. Away from the air.
Dany never understood that Hari was one person in three dragon bodies. Hari had tried, again and again, to reach Dany’s mind, but Dany always pushed her away. Refused the connection. And now Hari was betrayed by the woman who should have protected her. A dragon’s soul begins to wither in chains; a dragon’s body becomes stunted.
No. Dany was unjust. Powermad. A killer. Willing to sacrifice anything, including her children, for a crown in a land she didn’t know.
Hari was done with this shit.
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Rhaegal and Viserion’s bodies were soaked in misery. Hari accessed her magic in their bodies, unlocked the chains, and vanished part of the pyramid’s wall. They flew to her, and she cradled them, as if protecting an injured arm or leg.
All three of her bodies were united in purpose: Save the World (and Themselves) from Dany.
As Hari flew farther away, she felt a tug on her soul. Away from Mereen. She adjusted her flight path to head straight toward it. What could go wrong? If it was a threat, they’d burn it. Or fly away.
Days of flight, fresh air, fresh food, and freedom made all three dragons grow. Hari thought getting away from Dany’s vicious, self-righteous violence was good for the soul. And a dragon’s growth was linked to its soul.
The pull to her soul kept drawing her northwest. They crossed an ocean. They hunted in many lands. And it kept getting colder. Hari didn’t particularly like the cold. She wanted to fly south once she found whoever was tugging on her soul. It must be a Targaryen. Hopefully this one wasn’t an asshat.
Finally, an ice cliff came into view. Hari got closer. Holy shit, she thought, that’s not a cliff.
She flew over the Wall a few times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Holy crap on a cracker. Who would build a gigantic ice wall?
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Joer Mormont heard the wind kick up. A storm must be coming, he thought. And then the wind turned into a howl, with windows shaking and a crashing sound from the training yard.
Mormont stood, opened the door to his office to look outside, and then held on as the door threatened to rip away from his grasp.
And then he heard a roar that made something clench near his brainstem. The sky darkened. He looked up, eyes narrowed against the wind. And he saw something massive move.
An enormous black mass landed in the courtyard. Joer’s brain refused to make sense of what he was seeing. After a moment, the word ‘dragon’ was bouncing around his skull. Impossible. His heart clenched. His men were about to die.
The dragon roared.
Joer slammed his hand into his steward, who was backing away from the beast. “Fetch Maester Aemon. Now!”
The boy ran.
There was a roar from above. Joer dragged his eyes away from the black dragon in the yard to look up. Two more dragons were in the air, circling.
He didn’t think it was possible, but the day just got worse.
After a few minutes, Maester Aemon walked into the courtyard. A quiet, scratchy song was coming from his mouth. Joer couldn’t make out the words. Valyrian. It must be.
The black dragon leaned forward and huffed near Aemon, making his white hair flutter. Aemon put a steady hand forward, which the dragon sniffed.
Then the dragon swung its head to a different passageway.
Jon Snow stood alone, and walked slowly toward the dragon.
Joer wanted to scream at the boy. The foolishness of youth was infuriating. Joer didn’t want one of the last things he saw to be the death of the headstrong, brooding boy. At least he wouldn’t have to tell Lord Stark about the death of his son, because Joer would surely be burned to a crisp right beside him.
The dragon leaned forward and rubbed its nose against Jon’s chest. Jon reached a hand out and… Joer was going to strangle the boy, who was now petting a fucking dragon. Who pets a dragon?
“It makes sense now,” said Aemon. “You’re Rhaegar’s boy.”
Well. Shit.
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Jon felt the dragon in his mind. He’d never felt anything like it, but it was like he was finally complete. Something he’d unknowingly missed his entire life was finally there.
“She says her name is Haraxes. That’s Rhaegal. And the other one is Daemion.”
Hari was pleased. This Targaryen was kind and didn’t push away from Hari’s mind. And no way were Hari’s bodies going to still go by the names of Drogon and Viserion. Rhaegal was a good name, but being named after two gigantic assholes in Dany’s life? Pffft. Not in this life. Dany should have been less of a psychopath if she wanted Hari to keep those names.
Hari could feel a lot through her link with Jon’s mind. Jon’s father was captured in King’s Landing, and he desperately wanted to go help his family. He’d been sent to this frozen hellhole, but hadn’t yet said his vows. Vows! They wanted a teenager to say binding vows to give up his future? Hari had been entered into a binding vow at fourteen and never forgave the adults involved. No, Hari wasn’t letting her person stay in these cold lands. She was taking him to warmer places. Maybe he’d be less broody somewhere warm.
Hari kept nudging Jon until he was on her back. He seemed rather nervous, but she sent calming waves toward him. She used a sticking charm to keep him in place and then took to the sky. They flew south, with Rhaegal and Daemion swooping around them, play fighting. Jon whooped and laughed. Good. Her person should like flying as much as she does.
Hari flew farther and farther south. When Jon felt hungry, Daemion hunted and burned a deer. The far outer layer was burnt, and the innermost meat was raw, but Jon found some that suited and gave the rest to the dragons. She’d spent one day with Jon, and it was better than all the days of her life with Dany.
Hari felt a pang. Was she a bad dragon? Had she betrayed Dany? No…this must be Dany’s emotional abuse speaking. Hari was healthy and free now. No part of her was chained.
The next day, they came upon an army. Jon urged Hari to land without harming the people or horses, all of which were screaming in terror.
After a while, Robb Stark and a group of northern lords approached.
“Brother!” called Jon.
“Jon?”
“I think Lord Stark may have forgotten to tell us something,” said Jon.
Robb’s mouth was open as he stared at the dragons.
That’s right, bitches, thought Hari, be afraid. I’m awesome.
Jon chuckled and stroked Hari’s nearest scale. “Shall we go to King’s Landing and ask him?”
Robb smiled.