Chapter 1
Chapter 1: the beginning.
The flickering light from the hearth cast a dull glow around the room. Three people were huddled together, each face tight with worry as the fourth lay on her bed, breathing heavily.
"You cannot Push my lady ... Not yet"urged grand maester Pycelle.
She had been fighting the urge to push at his instruction; if she pushed too soon she could endanger herself and the child and so she had forced herself not to. The urge to do it, was overwhelming, though as the pain ripped right through her stomach and throbbed down between her thighs. It was bearable at least. As much as it hurt she could deal with it. She had no other choice. "My Lady, you are ready to push ... when you feel another pain, push as hard as you can" the Maester told her, and she could have cried in relief. Finally. Finally she could give in
Jaime looked towards the closed door after hearing his sister scream, gently whispering to himself. "Go on, dear sister, you can do it " clasping his hands, counting each breath that he took as he sat there and did his best not to focus on the moans of agony coming from the bedchamber.
Cersei's prominent belly jutted out before her, inhibiting her movements and keeping her idle. The woman cried out as her stomach hardened once more, the pain much stronger than they'd been before.
The woman furthest from the labouring Queen, a priestess that represents the faith of the seven, held her hands tightly, her mouth moving in a silent prayer. As the older man reached beneath the skirts of the dress the Queen of the seven kingdoms wore, his brows furrowed in unbroken concentration. When the pain came for her she clenched her teeth together, gripping the sheets tightly before she pushed down with all her strength. She couldn't help the cry of pain that left her as the throbbing between her legs turned into a burning. Gods she felt as though she were being split in two, the pain more intense than she had birthed her eldest son.
"The baby is nearly there, my Queen" rasped the old man" you'll need to push down"
Cersei pushed as hard as she could, taking a breath she pushed harder.
"Very good my Lady," the Maester praised her. Good? Good? Was he mad? There was nothing good about this experience, the sooner it was over, the better.
"And again my Lady, keep it up," he encouraged and somehow she managed to do what she was told as another pain came for her. It seemed to hurt even more this time, the pain almost blinding as she pushed down with everything she had inside her. Gods it hurt. It hurt so damn much, she wondered why that didn't kill her.
"I see the head my queen" she heard the Maester as though from far away, his words faintly registering with her. "Just a few more pushes now and it will be over," he promised her and through her haze she managed to nod for him.
She could feel it now when she pushed, she could feel the little body coming from her and she could feel the tears stinging her eyes as she knew that it would soon be over. Her agony would soon be over and then she would have her little baby safe and secure in her arms. Thinking of that gave her the strength to push again, a final cry of pain leaving her mouth as the baby finally came from her. Closing her eyes to calm her breathing, Cersei laid back on the bed.
"Congratulations, my queen, it is a healthy son" Smiling That she made another son with her dear Twin, Jaime, she pushed forward with her arms with what little strength she had in them. Her secondborn was the hardest but quickest she decided. Looking towards the grand maester, Cersei frowned and then panicked. "Why isn't he crying!"
Laughing joyfully, the grand maester answered the panicked Queen.
Hearing his sister's scream Jamie couldn't take iT anymore, he then worriedly hurried towards the door.
'fuck it, I'm going even if no men are allowed to witness the labour, except the grand maester' he thought determined. While entering the room and seeing a bundle in the grand maester's arms, Jaime heard him say:
"It's not that unheard of my Queen, in fact your own father, Tywin hadn't screamed while I delivered him when he was just a newborn baby, he'll be very strong when he grows older, so do not fret my Queen."
Smiling at his sister Jaime encouraged her by nodding his head. Looking towards the bundle in the grand maester's arms,
Cersei beckoned him closer to see her new born second son. Having her new bundled son in her arms at last, she screamed at the sight what she saw in said bundle.
"Get out now!?"
Frowning, but doing what was ordered of them by the Queen, the priestess and the grand maester Pycelle walked out the door leaving their Queen and her brother with a bit of a privacy. Cersei cast a glance to her left at the small bundle sleeping in the layers of cloth he was cast into when it fell out of her.
'No! No! No!' she screamed inside her head as she stared at it. It couldn't have been possible, it should have been another golden lion shining in sunlight when it came into the world instead, drafted in darkness it clawed it's way out of her and almost split her in two to do it. 'That oaf Robert.' she thought 'The thousands of bastards he could have thrown into any woman he pleased he just couldn't have not put one in her.'
After hearing that the door was closed Jaime looked towards his sister and her new born son, frowning he asked. "And pray tell sister, what was that about just now?"
Glaring at the bundle that was previously in her arms, she pointed her finger towards the bundle by her left and ordered.
"Kill it now!"
Shocked but holding the bundle carefully in his arms Jaime asked "Why should I Cersei? He didn't do you any wrong."
Cersei glared at her twin while sending the bundle in his arms icy daggers "That ...spawn is his, the pigs! Look at the monster, It should have been ours Jaime! Now kill it!" She spat.
Opening the bundle Jaime found a bigger than average new born baby with jet black spikes as hair and when the newborn prince opened it's eyes, he found two beautiful unique gleaming eyes, one a Lannister eye, the other an amethyst coloured eye staring into his own. Smiling gently towards the new born baby, he looked towards his sister. "I'm an uncle " he said looking into the curious eyes of his nephew.
He then heard Cersei sniffing and whispering to herself, he presumed. "The monster did this to me." They stood in solemn silence in the presence of the baby. "I'm an uncle" Jaime jested for the second time. His twins eyes narrowed her eyes at him, Jaime, whose eyes simply kept switching in between her and the new born baby.
"Kill it"she spat in disgust. Enraged Jaime looked towards his sister. "What!?!"
"Kill it!" She shouted moving in her bedsheets. "Kill it! Kill that foul creature now!"
"No!" He bellowed back at her as she tried to move out of the bed. This met with the tiny frown on the new born child's face showing his disapproval, as well as Jaime, looking back at his sister. "I stop at killing kings, sister. If you want me to kill an innocent baby, send for the dog, Gregor Clegane." He said his voice full of venom towards his beloved sister.
Cersei stopped trying to stand and demanded. "Why!?"
Jaime took a final glance at the baby, his nephew, that lay securely in his arms, and looked into it. His reply towards his sister was simple. "Look at him"he said, pushing his arms gently forward, so Cersei could take him. Her face contorting into rage .
"I have " she snorted, arms crossed long he chest. "Why do you think I want him dead?" Jaime huffed at his sister. "Cersei have you seen his eyes? He has jours, our family's eyes, he has the lannister's eyes, well at least one of them, the other is quite intriguing." Frowning but looking into the honest eyes of her brother, she beckoned him closer. Taking the child, her son gently in her arms, Cersei looked her son over, finding her cheekbones, nose and a familiar gleaming emerald eye of her house, the other, a mystery, purple of colour, that reminded her of her once sad prince, Rhaegar Targaryen.'he must have inherited it along the family line, I guess.' She thought. She then looked towards her smiling twin brother, Jaime, and then her new born son, 'Jhaehaerys', she wanted to say but Robert wouldn't permit it, Harrison, Harry for short, she decided.
And smiled.
Looking around the cold dungeon, Harry heaved himself against the cold, cobbled stone wall, not wincing when one of the sharp cobbled stones in the wall trust into his severed back. 'Do I really deserve this?' He thought sadly but his anger then overtook him. 'It's you're own fault for being too trusting of people' a voice said snidely. Head down he remembered that day clearly, the day he survived the war, but was thrown to another hell as a thank you for Saving them, the magical world, from a madman, chuckling darkly he actually expected it from them all, after all, people fear the unknown, even the magicals. Closing his eyes, to calm his breathing, he almost didn't feel the cool wind flowing around him.
Looking up, he was met with a dark figure, he already had his suspicions, it was...Death.
The creature chuckled and stalked silently around him like a cat. "Guessed right, my dear boy" death whispered.
Harry looked at death with curiosity. "Are you here for your toys, the hallows? Well sorry to disappoint, but I broke the elder wand, threw the remains of it from hogwart's bridge, tumbling downwards, Lost the stone, and my ancestors cloak , well they took it away from me, the usurpers"
Death looked at his master and barked a laugh that more resembled a hoarse sound than anything he ever heard from before in his early years, so cold and rough. "Those hallows do not matter to me, and the ..., Well they will be in for a surprise when they'll use it same for the lost stone and wand. It is you, I came for Harry."
Noticing the boy looking at him, he stalked forward until he stood right in front of him, crouching he took the boys chin in one hand. Surprised to feel warmth instead of cold, Harry looked into the cloaked face of death, he found nothing, nada, just darkness, he stopped pondering on his thoughts when he heard the being before him talk. "You know, we met before... You and I, master, but under different circumstances."
Intrigued harry asked. "When? I have no circulation of ever having the pleasure of meeting you, face to face I mean."
Chuckling, death watched him curiously. "Of course you wouldn't have, master, you were just an infant at that time, you're mother made a ritual...a binding ritual to be precise."
Looking up, Harry found three pairs of gleaming eyes staring directly into his own gleaming emerald eyes. "Why me?"
Hanging his head sideways, death asked intrigued. "Why not? From the moment I looked into the depths of your soul, I have made my decision. You have one rare soul, Harry, that I have not seen over millenniums before, you were destined for greatness, my son."
Surprised Harry looked up. "Son?" Reaching out, death smoothed his boned knuckle gently over his son's cheek.
"Of course, I have watched over you, Harry, from the first time you opened your eyes, I claimed you as one of my own, remember that friend you made when you were little,Harry? It was real, not your imagination.
" Widening his eyes in realisation, Harry smiled. "That was you! I remembered almost falling from the stairs after Dudley pushed me when I was little" a little smile gracing his lips, Harry looked down. " I ...thank you"
Stroking the boys hair soothingly, death glared into nothing but thin air. "I promise you Harry that they'll get what they deserve, the usurpers I mean, but I have come to offer you a deal, Harry, if you accept, you'll get a family and a new purpose in the next life"
Opening his closed eyes, Harry narrowed his eyes at the figure before him. "Is this one of your tricks, death?" Huffing death looked at the boy. "I do not trick, Harry, I make purposes."
Raising his eyebrows in question, Harry beckoned the being to continue. Shaking it's head, amused at the boy's antics, death continued. "Where I will send you to your next life, is another realm called Westeros, you'll get living relatives and siblings but Harry I also need you there to help a boy or girl, a promised prince to be precise, the prophesy doesn't conclude that it's a boy or girl so all I ask of you is to guide him or her into greatness to complete it's destiny, you will immediately know whom I'm talking about when you encounter him or her" Having the boy enamoured, with his tale, death continued" the baby has lost both of it's parents, just as it came out of the womb of it's mother, you know where that leads to Harry..."
Pondering, Harry then made his decision, looking into the three eyes of the being. "...fine, I accept"
Death also called the stranger smiled.
'...At last.. 'the tree eyed raven sighed with a pleased smile.
He felt it immediately, the change of his size.
Hearing the shouting Harry opened his eyes, and found a golden haired man staring down at him, the man smiled at his wondering eyes. "I'm an uncle " he heard his newly supposed uncle say.
His uncle kept switching his gaze towards a mumbling woman, that he couldn't see while he was laid in the current position he lays on, his uncles arm. "I'm an uncle " he heard his uncle say for the second time.
What he heard coming out of the woman's mouth, his mother, he guessed, shocked him greatly. "Kill it " After that came the ping pong ball match, of heated words, he thought. After the match of words was won by his uncle and finding his mother's side of the family were called Lannisters, Harry was trust into his mothers arms, looking up Harry found the face of a beautiful woman, a goddess if you may, his mother. He then heard his mother mutter a name, his new name.
...Harrison 'Harry' Baratheon.