Don't forget about me.
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Almost eight year old Harry woke up with someone jumping on his bed.
Opening one eye, Harry hid his smile.
There jumping on his bed were little Tommen and Myrcella.
Myrcella then spoke up.
"Harry wake up!"
He heard someone climbing on him and tried to look like he was a sleep.
Tommen moved his finger slowly forward, trying to touch his big brother's nose.
Feeling a tiny finger pressing down on his nose, Harry flipped the little person under him.
Hearing giggling, Harry opened his eyes in mock surprise.
"Ah! What a surprise, it's little Tommen!"
Hearings someone huff behind him, Harry later felt a weight jump on his back.
"Don't forget me too brother!"
Flipping her also under him next to Tommen, Harry began tickling the both of them.
They shrieked with loud giggling. It was Tommen who was brave enough to try and end their miseries.
"Big brother, Harry! Fine we give up!" While he giggled some more, Tommen continued." Stop it, please!"
Feeling merciful today, Harry relented.
Standing up Harry first washed himself in the bathroom in his chambers. And then clothed himself, hearing a curious voice next to his bathroom door, Harry poked his head out the door.
There stood little Myrcella and Tommen, patiently waiting for him.
"Brother are you done?"
Looking into the awaiting eyes of his little siblings, he purposely thought long enough about it, to just annoy the heck out them.
"No, not yet."
Sending them a smirk Harry stepped closer towards his little siblings.
While Tommen and Myrcella stood frozen on the spot, Harry took advantage of the moment and picked them both up in his arms. Being as tall as a ten and three year old gave him many advantages, such as this one.
While they giggled, Harry directed them all out the door towards the family dining room.
Looking into the smiling faces of his little siblings, Harry cooed.
"Now let's eat for starters, shall we?"
The little ones answered him with rapid nods.
Tyrion, Jaime, Cersei and Joffrey sat at the dining table, in silence, waiting for the other children to come join them, Robert not being at the table wasn't something novice to them.
A moment later they heard the door being opened and then afterwards they heard giggling.
Looking up from his burned bacon, Tyrion couldn't hold the genuine smile of his face.
There at the entrance stood his overly tall, for an almost eight year old, nephew, Harry with two little mischievous children dangling from his lean muscled arms, that, Harry had to thank ser Barristan and his uncle Jaime for.
"Harry, we learned our lesson now, put us down!"
Was the giggling voice of little princess Myrcella.
"Now why would I do that?"
Was the answer of his nephew.
"Yes, Harry put down your little siblings, and sit down."
Harry looked at his mother and nodded thoughtfully.
Looking at his younger siblings awaiting eyes Harry smirked.
"I'll let both of you go, if you give me a Kiss on each side of my cheeks."
They both looked gob smacked at first but then complied.
After getting a kiss on each cheek, Harry smiled.
Myrcella and Tommen looked at each other after their brother put them down on the ground.
Narrowing their eyes eyes at their brother.
Looking into her brother's mischievous eyes, Myrcella asked.
"Is that it? You're just letting us go ? "
Harry just smirked and sat next to his uncle Tyrion with Joffrey across from him.
Jaime watched the scene unfold with amusement written clear on his face.
Joffrey grimaced at his brother.
"What was that disgusting display just now, brother?"
Stopping with buttering his bread with the knife in his hand, Harry glanced at Joffrey.
Picking the bread up and eating it slowly, to aggravate Joffrey.
"Are you jealous? Haven't been getting any love from anyone, have you?"
Enraged, Joffrey opened his mouth but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Harry.
"Shh shh, Joff you don't have to explain yourself. Here I'll give you a hug for old times sake."
Tommen and Myrcella watched and giggled as their brother Harry dramatically stood up from where he was seated next to their amused uncle Tyrion who couldn't stop chuckling.
When Harry came over to Joffrey, Joffrey sat frozen as his brother enveloped him in a tight hug.
Patting his little older brother on the head, Harry cooed.
Jaime couldn't hold it in anymore and just snickered, while Cersei watched unamused.
"Don't worry Joffrey, I won't ignore you, here's some equal brotherly love. Don't cry, I know deep deeeep Down that you're just an emotional boy with a hard task of being the crown prince, but brother you're a child too you know? You need equal love, now soak it up while you can."
Pushing his brother away with all the strength he could muster up.
Cersei watched as her Joffrey turned as red as a tomato.
"Wh...why...you!"
Harry just smirked and walked with a swagger towards where his uncle Tyrion sat and gave him an awaiting fist bump.
Cersei looked at her second eldest son .
"Harry."
Looking up at his lady mother with an innocent expression.
"Yes mother?"
Looking at the mortified boy next to her, she heard Joffrey mumbling to himself in shock, she guessed.
Looking at the innocent expression on Harry's face, that didn't fool her a bit.
Cersei sighed.
"Don't embarrass your brother any further Harry, now look at him all mumbling like a deranged person."
Every one at the table that wasn't Cersei, Joffrey and the oh so innocent looking Harry just erupted into laughter.
After they were done with eating, Tommen and Myrcella asked their mother if they could go to town with Harry.
Cersei looked surprised but accepted without any complaints.
Surprised, Harry looked his mother in the eyes carefully.
"Really? Just like that?"
Looking into her sons curious but calculating eyes, that reminded her of her father.Cersei huffed.
"Yes Harry, just like that now, do take care of them will you?"
"I already did for the last couple of years."
Looking up into her sons mismatched green, amethyst eyes, Cersei nodded.
And sadly watched as her second born son, took each of his little siblings hands, like a parent would do, to it's children.
Harry walked the streets with Tommen and Myrcella on each side of him.
Tommen turned towards his brother when he saw a sweets shop on the corner of the streets.
Tugging on his brother's sleeve, Tommen turned his big excited eyes towards his brothers.
"Can I have a new bag of sweets over there, please Harry!"
Harry looked at the direction Tommen pointed at and frowned.
'A sweets shop in flea bottom?'
He really wanted to decline but when he saw the pleading look on both of his siblings faces, he relented.
"Fine but stay here, alright? It's not safe over there. I want you to promise me both, that you'll wait for me here, where I can still keep an eye on the both of you while I buy you your sweets."
When they rapidly nodded, Harry turned towards the sweets shop. Feeling something wrong in his gut, Harry just ignored it and made his way to the sweets shop.
Buying the new sack of sweets for Myrcella and Tommen, Harry turned towards the direction where he last left them.
He stood frozen on the spot.
'..They're not here...'
Suddenly hearing a familiar cry, Harry turned towards his left and ran towards the direction where he heard the cry from.
Seeing his siblings in the grasp of a large disgusting looking man, Harry blood turned hot, at what he heard coming out of the man's filthy mouth.
"Today's my lucky day, isn't it HaHA! Lookie what Bert found, a little lovely boy, whom he will sell towards the highest bidder and a lovely little girl" the man smiled at Myrcella with his almost toothless mouth."so pretty, I'll have to have my way first with ya."
Sandor lost sight of Harry and the prince's little siblings. Panicked, Sandor looked around when he saw people crowding around something.
Pushing his way through, what he saw froze him on the spot.
There on the ground lay a large filthy man, who's sculls being constantly crushed by the prince Harry boot.
The problem was that the man was already dead, coming closer Sandor put his hand on the prince's shoulder to stop him.
While the prince looked up, all Sandor could see was madness written all over the prince's face.
Walking towards the throne room, Harry was ordered to meet his father there.
Opening the doors, Harry saw his lady mother with a furious expression on her lovely face.
When his mother spotted him, she all but ran towards him. With her palm in the air.
Shocked, Harry turned his head towards his left. Feeling the burning Sensation on his cheek, he ignored the pain.
When her son turned his mismatched eyes towards hers. Cersei almost cried.
"I gave you one simple task, Harrison. Look what you have done."
When he didn't have any sort of reaction, Cersei shook her head and turned around towards the door.
Jaime watched as his nephew looked where Cersei left without any sort of expression on his face, Jaime could still see the red hand print on his nephews right cheek. All Jaime could feel at that moment was sadness.
The silence was interrupted by the Kings booming voice.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Looking up Harry met his fathers enraged face."You act as if you didn't just kill an innocent man unjustly moments ago!"
Stannis looked from the other side at his nephews reaction, his nephews once aloof expression turned enraged in just a second.
"Innocent? Unjustly??" Harry darkly chuckled and looked towards the shocked face of his father."THAT FILTHY MAN WAS FAR FROM INNOCENT FATHER!"
While he mockingly chuckled further, Harry walked around the throne room and continued.
Getting closer towards his father, Harry sneered.
"THAT MAN WAS A CHILDRAPIST AND HE SOLD DOZENS OF INNOCENT CHILDREN TO THE HIGHEST Bidder FOR A LIVING!" Getting closer towards his father, their faces just separated by an inch.
"WHAT I DID WAS JUSTICE!" Looking his father directly in the eyes, Harry smiled.
"And let me tell you something." Robert looked up into his sons face, it was filled with madness, he decided.
Harry's smile grew bigger.
"I ENJOYED EVERY SECOND OF IT!"
Robert's eyes widened but then rage overtook him.
Jaime's eyes widened in panic, while he watched his nephew.
"Guards bring the boy in here! Now!"
Stannis watched as two guards came into the throne room with a thin lanky lad in their grasp.
They trew the boy on the floor right before the King and his son.
Raising his eyebrows at the poor boy, Harry turned towards his father with questioning eyes.
Robert ignored his sons expression and turned towards the first guard.
"Ser Meryn Trant, give me the whip."
Widening his eyes, Harry shielded the poor boy who looked like an eighteen year old or younger.
"Don't you dare!"
Raising his eyebrows, Robert turned towards his son.
"I am the king, I can do whatever I wish!"
Chuckling, Harry sneered.
"A man who calls himself a King, is not a King."
Jaime closed his eyes he felt dreadful of what was to come next.
Enraged, Robert opened his mouth but was cut short by Harry.
"How dare you!-"
Stannis saw the glint in his nephews eyes and shook his head in dread at what was to come next.
"I dare! I dare! Me! your son, Harrison Baratheon!"
Calmly looking at his father, Harry calmly continued.
"To know what is right, and to choose to ignore it,...is the act of a coward father... Are you a coward?"
Stannis and Jaime held their breath at what was to come next.
Opening his jacket and pulling his tunic off himself, Harry knelt down.
"If you want to punish someone father...then punish me, not the boy, he has nothing to do with any of this."
Robert looked at the determined mismatched eyes of his son and ordered his guards to seize him.
Stannis and Jaime watched in shock as Harry was being whipped on his back by his own father.
And they couldn't do anything to stop it.
Rhaegar Targaryen dreamt of a strange but familiar boy with dark locks, and all he could see was an Amethyst eye. The boy, Jaehaerys 'Harry'. Looked so much like himself.
Walking to where his mother, whom was waiting for him, Rhaegar entered his chambers.Rhaella heard her son enter from where she was sat right next to the flames.
"What was it you wished to discuss with me, Rhaegar?"
Glancing at her sons face, Rhaella saw determination in her sons amethyst eyes.
"...I saw a vision"
A month later
after what happened in the throne room, haunted Jaime.
His nephew became more closed off towards everyone, he may have acted the same as ever but Jaime could see it in Harry's eyes... He was different.
Jaime hated himself for not stopping it.
His nephew acted as if nothing happened when Robert stopped whipping him.
While blood dripped from his back, Harry just put on his black cloak and walked out of the door.
Seeing Robert drunk again, Jaime sighed but stood on guard.
Walking towards the dining room for supper, Harry saw his mother.
His mother didn't acknowledge his existence in the past month after what happened that day in the throne room.
But Harry didn't mind, he was used to it anyway.
Seeing his already drunk father walk towards his mother, Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"Come here you whore!"
Cersei watched as Robert's hand slowly came towards her face, in fear, had he known, were they found out? She closed her eyes.
she waited for the impact.
But it never came, instead, she heard the breaking of bones.
Opening her eyes, Cersei's breath hitched.
Her second eldest son, Harrison, stood in front of her with Robert's hand tightly in his grasp.
Harry pushed his drunk father on the ground.
While Robert fell, ser Meryn Trant came forward towards him.
Chuckling Harry looked at the man and sneered.
"Stay out of it minion."
Jaime watched the scene unfold in shock.
In one moment, Harry had the man unconscious with just one touch on the neck.
Seeing the widened eyes of his father, Harry chuckled.
"Ah do not worry, he's not dead...unfortunately. He's just unconscious, dearest father."
Disgusted at what his Lord father was about to do towards his lady mother, if he didn't interfere.
Harry sneered at him.
"You dare hit a woman? My mother no less, and you call yourself a King.
A real man, king, would never hit a woman, especially his own wife."
Taking his mother towards the door Harry suddenly stopped.
Robert chuckled.
"You talk as if you're a man, you're a child. Now get out of my sight boy and take that whore of a mother with you."
Cersei saw the enraged look on her sons face and squeezed his hand gently to follow her out the door.
He saw his mothers fearful eyes, he gently smiled at her.
And drew his hand back and turned towards the King . With cold eyes
"I never was a child...not really...Not now, not ever."
Silently walking towards his father.
Harry punched him in the nose first and continued punching him.
"That woman over there is my mother you ignorant buffoon! She has been nothing but a doting, intelligent and beautiful wife for you! Any man in your shoes would feel honoured to have such a wife. And how do you repay her? "
Looking into the bloodied face of his father, Harry continued.
"I've had enough of you embarrassing mother by bringing whores into your bed! And let me tell you something you hypocrite!You are nothing but a drunk whore munger!"
Darkly chuckling, harry stopped and walked around the room.
"Let me tell you something you ignorant fool." Having his fathers attention, he continued.
"Lyanna stark? The DEAD woman that still has your heart instead of mother? You talk as if you loved the woman!"
Jaime and Cersei watched in dread at what was to come next.
"No, you just loved the idea of being in love with THE FREE SHE WOLF OF THE NORTH!"
Seeing his father look down on the ground, Harry continued.
"Have you ever thought that maybe Rhaegar didn't kidnap her. Maybe she eloped on her own accord with Rhaegar because she loved him?"
Robert looked up into the mismatched eyes of his son.
"Why would the free she wolf ever be in love with you? A drunk whore munger?" Crouching down to his father, Harry cooed.
"You just didn't want to admit it, did you? You were angry because your late betrothed returned her feelings to Rhaegar Instead of being stuck with you for the rest of her life."
Chuckling, Harry continued.
"Why would she or anyone want to be stuck with you? A drunk whore mungering fool. If you weren't a lord or King, well no one would have ever wanted to marry you in the first place."
His father looked enraged.
Standing up, Harry continued his walk around the chamber.
"Such fools, really, all of you."
Harry then stopped walking.
"You know? I keep asking myself why the Rhaegar Targaryen was stupid enough to ride head on towards your forces. He was an educated man, wasn't he?" Looking at his uncle Jaime for clarification.
Startled, Jaime nodded.
"I think he did it on purpose."
Looking into his uncle and mothers eyes with a knowing smile that chilled them to the core, Harry continued.
"And I'm going to find out the mystery."
Looking back at his father, Harry gave him a sardonic smile and walked towards the door.
"The only thing you're good at doing, is making bastards with filthy whores."
Harry then added.
"And of course war, but oh let me tell you something, looking at you, I can already predict your future.
You'll die a fat man with an overly, large, ugly beard, to hide your future collection of double chins, if you continue drinking further to drown your 'sorrows '.
Cersei widened her eyes and looked at Robert in fear at what was to come next.
"And I bet you don't even know how your precious Lyana Stark looked like... Such 'love"
Robert looked enraged.
"I had enough of your blatant disrespect towards me, your father and King! I BANISH YOU BOY! FOR SEVEN YEARS !"
Jaime and Cersei looked shocked at Robert whom widened his eyes, in almost regret.
Frozen, with his hand on the door knob, Harry nodded and walked out of the door.
Putting his younger siblings in bed was hard, Harry decided.
The little ones couldn't stop crying.
Tommen looked at his brother with tears falling
freely from his eyes.
Tommen was just dreading it. Who would find cats with him? Who would read stories to Myrcella and him at night when they can't sleep? Take care of them when they were sick?Go with him in the middle of the night in cloaks as they fed poor stray animals? Make Jummy desserts with them ? Tommen knew that Joffrey would just snap at him and call him stupid, and Myrcella was far too soft to protect him and herself from Joffrey's advances, it was Harry who raised and protected the both of them. And he surely couldn't protect the both of them.
It was and always would be Harry, their big brother.
Cersei decided to take a walk in the middle of the night, to think.
She was cut out of her pondering by a clashing sound.
Hiding behind a bush in the garden, Cersei saw the subject of her pondering.
Her son, Harrison.
Slamming the sword on everything that was in his path, tree trunks, big rocks.
A piece of the sword got chipped off.
Growling, Harry trew the sword on the ground and punched a nearby tree with his fists.
When they were all bloody and dislocated, Harry pushed the bones back.
Looking at the stars, he growled, sat on the ground, leaning against the tree and silently cried for the first time.
Hearing a noise, of someone walking towards him, Harry stopped crying and furiously rubbed the tears away from his eyes.
The figure stopped behind him and crouched down.
Seeing his nephew cry for the first time, broke Jaime's heart.
Crouching down, Jaime saw Harry trying to rub the tears away from his eyes with bloodied hands.
Turning his nephew around.
"Don't hide your tears Harry."
Harry ooked at him and huffed.
"Crying is for the weak, and I'm not weak."
Taking his nephews chin in his hand, Jaime gently spoke.
"You are not weak Harry, I have watched you grow for almost eight years. You are a mature, intelligent, strong, just, honourable and kind hearted boy. And Harry, you are so much more...Let it all go, just this once. No one is here to judge you, it's understandable in ... these circumstances."
Looking into his uncles serious eyes, That were filled with sadness.
"It's n-not like I'm g-going to cry on y-your shoulder because y-you say I c-c-can " his nephew stammered out, definitely crying now.
Looking into his nephews eyes, Jaime gently smiled and tightly hugged his nephew whom he always thought of a son against him.
"I never said you would, Harry."
Cersei watched it all with a sad smile.
Fastening his sadle, Harry turned around.
His uncles, Jaime and Tyrion, ser Barristan, Sandor, his younger siblings Tommen and Myrcella and last but not least, his mother.
Turning towards ser Barristan, Harry smiled.
"I am honoured to have had you as my mentor and friend, ser Barristan. "
Ser Barristan smiled at his prince, one of the genuine smiles he gave to people like Harry.
Turning towards Sandor, Harry smirked.
"You be good, alright padfoot?"
Sandor just rolled his eyes.
Turning towards his uncles, Harry smiled.
"I am glad I had the both of you as my uncles. Thank you for showing me the fun in the world and to comfort me in hard times."
Turning towards his uncle
Tyrion, Harry pulled out a letter.
"Uncle I know it's a bit much to ask but can you deliver this letter to grandfather for me?"
Taking the letter in his hand Tyrion sadly smiled.
"I will."
Smiling at his uncle, he then turned towards his mother.
"I am sorry for the times I let you down, mother, and I hope you'll forgive me."
Harry then kissed her cheek.
He then turned towards his crying younger siblings. This was the hardest part, Harry decided.
Kneeling down, he looked at them with a gentle smile.
Looking at the ring and bracelet his grandfather once gifted him, he made a decision.
Smiling at Myrcella, he also kissed her cheek.
Gently rubbing the tears away with his thumb.
Smiling Harry gently put his bracelet in his sisters hand.
"This is for you, my sweet, beautiful, little sister"
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Myrcella gasped and looked at him with wide eyes.
He then turned towards his sobbing little brother, Tommen.
"Hey Tom?" His brother looked at him."be strong for for me, alright? Can you do that for me?"
Rubbing the tears away
Tommen smiled and gave his brother a nod.
Taking the ring of his finger, he gifted it to Tommen.
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"But Harry! These are your favourites and grandfather gifted it to you!"
Smiling at the wide eyes of his siblings, Harry explained.
"That's why I gift them to you both, because the both of you will always be my favourite siblings. "
his smile then turned sad.
Putting both of his hands gently on his crying siblings faces.
"And please...don't forget about me... Alright?"
Tommen and Myrcella looked mad at their brother for even saying that.
"Brother how could we forget you?!"
The both of them then hugged him, he hugged them tightly back and caressed their hair with a sad smile.
"You'll write, won't you?"
Looking into Myrcella and then Tommen's face, Harry smiled and kissed their cheeks.
"I promise."
Looking back at the castle where he said his goodbyes
To his family and friends, Harry sighed and made his horse go North.
There was a knock on his door.
Tywin stood up and turned towards the door.
"Come in"
Tyrion looked at his father and told him everything.
Tywin was shocked and enraged, he looked at his youngest son.
"And where is my grandson now?"
Tyrion looked at his father and honestly replied.
"We do not know but he wanted me to deliver this to you."
Curious Tywin accepted the letter and sent Tyrion away.
Opening the letter, Tywin read the elegantly written letter with shock and pride.
The last sentence made him smile.
Remember when we first met, grandfather? And that promise I made you? Well this is the perfect time to furfill it, hope I'll make you proud.
Your grandson,
-Harrison.
Tywin Remembered the promise his grandson made like it was just yesterday.
Sitting in his chambers in Casterly Rock with his grandson on his lap while they read 'The rains of Castamere' Tywin questioned his grandson, Harrison, on his choice of book.
Harrison smiled and answered him.
"Why not grandfather, some parts of the book may not be true but it teaches us some life's lessons, does it not?"
Impressed, Tywin nodded.
"Some people may despise you for what you did" suddenly being afraid at what his grandsons response may have been, so Tywin was genuinely surprised."those people are fools grandfather, what you did, brought the Lannister house single handedly on the top. And I'm proud at what you have accomplished for the house of Lannister."
Looking at his grandfather, Harry made a promise.
"I'll make a name for myself .
just like how you did, and that I promise you, grandfather."
Tywin smiled.
'You made me already proud, Harrison.'
Eddard stark was suddenly called outside, they said the person specifically asked for him.
Frowning, Ned made his way towards the gates. Surprised at the boy, he opened the gates for him.
"Why are you here alone, My prince ?"
He smiled.
"It's a long story, Lord stark."