𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍; 𝐇𝐏 𝐱 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃

𝟎𝟎𝟎; ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ

Lucerys was livid, nothing like this would have had happened if he didn't take Aemond's eye. But he didn't do
it for fun, he was only protecting his siblings. It was not his fault if Aemond was a narcissict idiot who think too highly of himself.

Luceerys stood up and was about to storm over to Aemond, to punch, to
beat him, to kill him. But he was
pulled back by Rhaena and Joffrey
who themselves was holding back.

The Blacks and Viserys watched proudly when Jacaera stood on the ground and snapped at Aemond, "My virtue is not yours to have nor will you ever have it.
I am a Princess and the heir's heir, the daughter of fire and sea! You are merely half Hightower and Targaryen, the blood of the dragon doesn't run thick in your veins." She hissed at him angrily.

Amidst the haunting echoes of history,
Jacaera Velaryon met her demise, like her aunt, Laena, she died like a true dragon who protected those dear to her.

Within the House of the Dragon, a
once-proud dynasty now cast in the
shade of ruin, the Blacks and Greens bore witness to the dragon-rider's end. Her death, wrapped the enigma of her unpunished retaliation against Aemond, echoed through the memories on display. She was dead because of the one eye prince.

Queen Rhaenyra, now crowned but
Scarred by losses, stood unwavering at
the head of the painted table, flanked
by her stalwart husband, Daemon, and
loyal allies.

"W-what?" Rhaenyra's eyes teary with unshead tears, with deep fire that only wish to burn everything in her way.

She demanded for answers from
Balerion while heldinh a tempestuous mix of maternal concern and smoldering rage.

"You killed your niece, AEMOND!?" Viserys looked at his son─no─no kinslayer would be his kid, he couldn't believe it. How could his other children be so perverse? Chasing after their nephew and niece while roaring for her virtue like a madman.

"His head. Now." The words erupted
from Rhaenyra whose tone called
for blood, echoing through the silent
chamber. Her command, sharp and
resolute, a command that couldn't be ignore. Daemon, Luke, Joffrey and Baela, the pillars of loyalty ready to follow.

Haelena stood resolute, refusing to
intervene as Daemon, Baela, Joffrey and Lukce surged forward, a tidal wave of vengear aimed squarely at her brother, Aemond Targaryen. His countenance, a confusion of emotions- a grotesque blend of self-satisfaction, regret-bared to the world. His mother, Alicent, tried to shield him, alongside Ser Criston, but their efforts fell short even though he was no match.

Alicent, cast down by Baela's forceful
action, lay sprawled on the floor, while Luke's clenched fist met Aegon's
resistance, Aegon may be older but he was no dragon. Darksister, cold against
Aemond's throat, drawing blood, Daemon will spill every drop of his blood, ignoring the cries of protest from Viserys.

An unseen force intervened, stoping
the fierce confrontation apart.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Daemon's voice, a
roaring inferno, poised on the brink
of unleashing vengeance for his
stepdaughter, Jacaera. He was too
angry to care if he was shouting at a God, because it was he who heard the helpless cries of Rhaenyra, it was he who comforted his stepsons and daughters. No God was here to do that.

"SILENCE!" Vhagar's thunderous roar equal the storm, reminding both factions of the sacred presence among
them─a Valyrian Goddess and God.

"Jacaera Velaryon reborn into a new life granted by the Fourteen Flames in another world where she will live love yet will face many difficulties." The Goddess's voice shook the dragons by such revelation.

Soon enough a portrait of Jacaera Velaryon was soon show. She was smiling, her curly dark brown hair
was as untameble as ever, her dark brown eyes held so many secrets.

"Jace?" Rhaenyra's whisper of disbelief
and fury echoed, she was robbed of her daughter who looked like a woman now. She never had the chance to see her fall in love, marry, and have children.

Jacaera was supposed to be safe.

Viserys I, in was laughing through his tears, staring at the images that held a part of his shattered heart. His former wife. The true Queen.

Th loss of Aemma and his failure as a husband and father haunted him. What would she thinks of him if she saw him now? Disgust? Anger?

"She looks so much like my Aemma and you too, Rhaenyra." he muttered with a grieving expression.

Alicent rolled her eyes, Viserys always mentioned Aemma every chance he
got and he would do the same with Rhaenyra, reminding the Green who his first daughter and wife will always be his favorite.

Meanwhile, Aegon, Baela, and Aemond,
captivated by the screen, Jacaera's ethereal beauty.

Rhaenyra covered her mouth, her eyes teary. Her daughter was absolute beautiful─the word beautiful could not ever be compare to her. Some would think that she was blessed by Tessarion.

"Well, look at that cousin, she looked like a true velaryon, doesn't she?" taunted Daemon. Reminding Rhaenys how much she failed as a grandmother by favoratising Baela and Rhaena and mistreating Jacaera, Lucerys and Joffrey.

Guilt clouded her eyes, as Jacaera, the mirror image of her late Lady Mother, stood depicted before us.

As Aemond scoffed, his facade of bravery shattered by genuine fear, the Blacks and Greerns settled, congregating around the screen. An aura of longing and hope permeated the room, a collective wish whispered to each other, wishing for the Princess to have a better life.

AMBROSIA POTTER AND THE PHILOSEPHER'S STONE

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Author's notes ── Hii my favorite people! How are you? Well this is my first crossover wtm story between house of the dragon and harry potter so I hope you forgive any of my mistake in the story.

This is not a Lily Evans bash or Hermione Granger bash story. The Green will suffer too so this is not really for Green followers except for Haelena and her babies with sweet Daeron! Enjoy! <3