The Targaryen Heir and the Boy Who Lived

Prologue

Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Dragons. She is known all across Westeros and they know everything about her, well almost everything...

Daenerys is sitting on Drogon, one her dragons as an eleven year old boy dances behind her to 'Play That Funky Music' by Vanilla Ice.

"Nikolai. Sit down, you're disturbing Drogon's flying pattern."

"He just wants to knock me off because he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you."

The dragon lets out a noise that is close to a scoff. 

"See!"

"Well maybe if you sat instead of dancing he wouldn't care."

Nikolai walks over sitting down beside Daenerys.

"Mom."

"Yes Nik?"

"When can I meet my dad?"

Daenerys knew that sooner or later Nikolai would ask about his father.

"When you're older."

"Why don't you ever talk about him?"

"Because....just let it go Nikolai."

The young boy sighs heavily leaning back on his arms as he stares at the night sky above him. Daenerys looks at her son with a heavy heart, wishing she hadn't agreed to keep the identity of Nikolai's father a secret. 

Nikolai turns onto his right looking out across the vast ocean around them. He notices something flying towards them and stands up.

"Mom look!"

"What?"

"It's an owl."

"I wonder what - NIKOLAI!!"

Before Daenerys could question why the owl was out this far from land, Nikolai had jumped to catch the owl, falling off the dragon in the process.

Daenerys manages to catch his foot, the boy swings while holding the owl close to him with a smile as his mom has a worried look on her face.

"What the hell were you thinking Nikolai?!"

"I was thinking I want this owl and now I have this owl."

She takes a deep breath, stroking the dragon who gets the message knocking Nikolai back up with his arm.

"Look it has a letter for me!"

Daenerys looks at the letter attached to the foot of the owl.

Nikolai Targaryen,

The Ocean,

Drogon's Back,

Westeros.

Nikolai takes the letter from the owl's leg before turning it over and seeing a wax seal with a H on the back. He tears it open before he begins to read it, Daenerys reading over his shoulder.

Dear Mr. Targaryen,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours Sincerely,

Professor McGonagall 

Deputy Headmistress

P.S. If you go to London in England, Professor Dumbledore - the Headmaster, will meet you just outside a run down bar. He has a long white beard and twinkling blue eyes. He wears glasses.

"Wow! A School for witches and wizards. Does that mean I'm one? Are you one? Was dad one?"

"Honey. Breathe."

He looks at her waiting for her to answer his questions.

"I'm assuming you are one, though I've never heard of anything like this so no I'm not one and neither is your father."

"One of a kind."

Nikolai sticks his tongue out and tries to wink making Daenerys laugh.

"Totally gonna get so many girls with that wink."

"I'll learn."

"Sure you will."

She messes up his hair making him groan as he tries to fix it.

"Fly towards London England, mountains that are hidden will be best for landing."