Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 2.6: The Truth Unveiled

The door creaked open, revealing a calm-looking Professor van Houten. She glanced at Lyanna, her expression unreadable, and stepped aside to let her in. Lyanna entered cautiously, her wand still gripped tightly in her hand.

"You don't need that," van Houten said softly, gesturing to the wand. "You're safe here."

Lyanna hesitated, then lowered her wand but kept it within reach. She took a deep breath and faced the professor. "I know you're the woman who dropped me off at Malfoy Manor."

A flicker of surprise crossed van Houten's face before she composed herself. "I see you've been putting the pieces together," she said. "But there's much you don't know."

Lyanna frowned. "I thought maybe you were my relative—an aunt, perhaps. But you can't be my mother. We don't look alike."

Van Houten's calm demeanor shifted slightly as she took a seat and motioned for Lyanna to do the same. "You're right. I'm not your mother. But my true identity is not what you think. My name is Melisandre."

Lyanna's eyes widened in shock. "Melisandre... the Red Priestess?" She remembered from the book Hermione lent her.

"But why are you here? And why did you bring me to this world?"

Melisandre leaned forward, her gaze intense. "You deserve to know the truth. Your full name is Lyanna Targaryen, named after Lyanna Stark, your grandmother. You were born into a world very different from this one—a world of fire and blood, where dragons once ruled the skies. Neither of us was supposed to be alive. You were not meant to carry on the Targaryen bloodline. You were supposed to die like your dead brother, Rhaego."

Lyanna felt a chill run down her spine. "But why? Why bring me here?"

Melisandre's eyes gleamed with a fervent light. "I was brought back to life by my God, R'hllor, the Lord of Light. He gave me a mission: to change the future of our world without ending the Targaryen bloodline. Your mother, Daenerys Targaryen, was slowly losing her sanity. Jon Snow—Aegon Targaryen III—intended to end the bloodline with himself. To save our world, I took you away from them and brought you here, to this other world."

Lyanna's mind raced with questions, but she managed to ask, "Why me? What am I supposed to do?"

"You are meant to grow into a powerful yet righteous woman," Melisandre replied. "When the time is right, you will return to Westeros and claim your birthright. You have the power to restore balance to our world, but also to destroy it. The future of our world depends on the choices you make. I hope you do not stray like your mother did."

Lyanna sat back, her head spinning with the weight of the revelation. "But I don't know anything about ruling a kingdom. I'm just a student."

Melisandre reached out and gently touched her hand. "You have more strength and wisdom than you realize. Your time here at Hogwarts is preparing you for the challenges ahead. Trust in yourself and the path that lies before you."

Lyanna took a deep breath, trying to absorb everything she had just learned. "And what about you? What is your role in all of this?"

Melisandre smiled softly. "I am here to guide you, to ensure you are ready when the time comes. You are not alone, Lyanna. You have allies, both here and in Westeros. Together, we will bring about the change our world needs."

Lyanna nodded slowly, uncertainty still lingering in her heart. "I'll try my best, but... what if I can't do it? What if I fail?"

Melisandre's eyes shone with a soft light. "Failure is part of the journey, but it does not define you. Remember, you are Lyanna Targaryen. You are fire and blood. And you will rise to claim your throne."

A question nagged at Lyanna's mind. "My parents... are they married? They have the same last name."

Melisandre's expression darkened slightly. "No, they are not married. Your mother, Daenerys, was unknowingly Jon Snow's aunt. The Targaryens have a long history of keeping their bloodline pure to preserve the Blood of Old Valyria and to ensure that dragon riding remains an ability limited to those of Valyrian descent. This has often led to Targaryens marrying within their own family. The beauty and allure of Targaryens are such that even their own kin find it hard to resist. Your parents, like many before them, were caught in this tradition."

Lyanna's head swirled with this new information. "So, they wanted to keep the bloodline pure, but what does that mean for me?"

Melisandre's gaze softened. "It means that you carry the legacy of Valyria within you. It is both a gift and a burden. You have the potential to be a great leader, and to restore balance to our world. But you also have the power to bring destruction. It all depends on your choices, Lyanna, and I know... I hope you will find the strength to fulfill your destiny."

Lyanna took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her future pressing down on her. "You don't know that."

Melisandre smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "But I pray to all the Gods, both old and new, that you won't. The future of our world rests in your hands, Lyanna Targaryen Malfoy."

As Lyanna left the cottage, the night air cool against her skin, she felt a mixture of apprehension and determination. She knew the path ahead would be challenging, but she was ready to face it. The future of Westeros depended on her, and she would not fail—at least, not before she fell onto the same path as those who came before her.