The Dragon Heirs | House of the Dragon x Harry Potter

Prologue

The Targaryen mansion sat on the very edge of a cliff on Dragonstone Isle, its stone towers barely clinging to the rock as if one strong gust might send them tumbling into the sea. Below, the waves slammed against the sharp, black rocks, the sound echoing through the ancient halls like a warning. The air was heavy with salt and storm, carrying the tension that seemed to grip the island itself. Inside, under dragon banners and centuries-old portraits, the mansion buzzed with excitement, a thrill shared by two sisters unaware of the dark plans swirling beneath their family's pride.

Rhaenrya stood at the window, watching the storm clouds roll in over the ocean. She could almost hear the call of Hogwarts in the distance, the promise of a new school year and another chance to prove herself. Her reflection in the glass stared back, a girl with dragon blood running through her veins, more than ready for the adventure ahead. A delicate necklace, a family heirloom, lay around her neck, and she could feel the weight of expectations that came with it. She had no clue how her parents' ambitions would soon twist everything she cared about into something darker.

Daenerys barged into the room, her silver hair catching the dim light. "Rhaenrya, come on! The dragons are waiting! Or else Syrax wouldn't agree to fly you if the storm catches up." She practically bounced with excitement, her eyes shining. This was their moment, they were going back to Hogwarts, going to the express on Syrax and Drogon. Daenerys fastened her cloak with a determined grin. Rhaenrya felt her heart race in agree. The thought of what they could do this year had her blood burning.

They rushed down the grand staircase, where their parents, Viserys and Rhaenys, stood watching with quiet pride. "Remember, you carry the Targaryen name," Viserys said, his voice calm, though his eyes held something deeper, something secretive. The sisters, completely unaware of the storm their family had already set in motion, smiled eagerly. "We won't let you down," Rhaenrya promised. The wind howled as they mounted their dragons, the sky wide open before them. And as they soared away from Dragonstone, eager and ready, they had no idea what was waiting in the shadows, just out of sight.