NOVEL NEXT Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Born of Fire and Blood
Chapter 2: Born of Fire and Blood
Date: December 2, 102 AC
Location: Red Keep, King's Landing
Age: Newborn
The world greeted Harry Potter's rebirth with cries—not his own, but those of a newborn child struggling to take its first breath. He could feel the warmth of strong hands lifting him and the cold bite of air against his skin. Slowly, his new senses adjusted, and he opened his eyes to a world far removed from anything he had known.
He was no longer Harry Potter.
"A son," a man's voice proclaimed, full of pride and relief. "The heir to House Targaryen!"
As his vision sharpened, he glimpsed the man who spoke—tall, regal, and unmistakably Targaryen, with silvery hair and violet eyes. This was King Viserys I Targaryen, his father in this new life. Beside him, a pale and exhausted woman with soft features and auburn hair smiled weakly. Queen Aemma Arryn.
The midwives bustled around, whispering excitedly as they cleaned the newborn and wrapped him in fine silks embroidered with the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen. The baby's faint cries had ceased, and the room grew quiet as all eyes turned to the King and Queen.
"He looks like a true Targaryen," one of the midwives murmured.
Indeed, the child had the characteristic silver-white hair and pale complexion of his father's lineage. When his violet eyes fluttered open, a ripple of awe spread through the room.
"What shall we name him, my love?" Queen Aemma asked, her voice tired but filled with joy.
Viserys leaned closer to his wife and gazed down at their son with an expression of pride and hope. "We shall name him Baelon, after my father, the Prince of Dragonstone."
"Baelon Targaryen," Aemma repeated softly, cradling the infant in her arms. "Our little prince."
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Memories of the Past
Though Harry's body was that of a newborn, his soul carried the weight of two lifetimes. He could not yet speak or control his movements, but his mind was as sharp as ever. He knew he had been reborn into a world vastly different from his own—a world where power was not determined by wands but by blood, dragons, and swords.
The faint memories of his conversation with Death resurfaced. "This world is not your own," it had said. And now, as the heir to the Iron Throne, he was beginning to understand the implications of those words.
Harry—or Baelon, as he was now called—had no choice but to adapt. This was his new reality, and he would have to play the game of thrones with all the knowledge and cunning he had gained in his past life.
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A Heir's Future
The celebrations of Baelon's birth were grand and lasted for days. Nobles from across the Seven Kingdoms sent their congratulations, and the court rejoiced at the arrival of the long-awaited heir.
Yet, as Baelon lay in his cradle, he could feel the undercurrents of unease in the air. Politics, alliances, and rivalries brewed in the halls of the Red Keep, even as his family celebrated. He could not yet act, but he listened and observed, storing away every detail for the future.
For now, he was a baby—a blank slate in the eyes of those around him. But Harry Potter had learned long ago that appearances could be deceiving. He might be starting over, but his journey was far from over.
And so, the dragon's heir was born, with the soul of a wizard and the blood of fire. The Seven Kingdoms would never be the same.