The Dragon Heirs | House of the Dragon x Harry Potter

Chapter 6

The Targaryen manor stood on the outskirts of the magical world, its dark stone walls towering over the surrounding rocky plains of a cliff on Dragonstone Isle. Shadows played on the windows, cast by the flickering light from the fireplace inside the grand study. The room was lined with ancient tomes and artifacts.

At the center of the room, Rhaenyra and Daenerys's parents, Viserys and Rhaenys, sat in tense silence, waiting. Their expressions were masks of cool indifference, but the slight twitch of Viserys's fingers on the armrest betrayed his anxiety. They knew this visit was no social call.

With a faint pop, a figure appeared at the far end of the study—an informant from the Ministry. His hood was pulled low over his face, and his voice was a low whisper, almost drowned by the crackling fire.

"The Ministry is moving faster than we anticipated," the informant said, his voice urgent. "The hearings have started, and several families are already under investigation. It won't be long before they come for you."

Rhaenys' expression didn't change, but her eyes darkened. "We were warned this would happen," she said calmly, though the sharpness in her tone was unmistakable. "How much time do we have?"

"Not long," the informant replied. "They're gathering evidence, using informants, and seizing assets from the old pure-blood families. They want to make examples. Your name—your legacy—will draw attention whether or not you are involved."

Viserys leaned forward, his jaw clenched. "What do they know?"

"Too much," the informant replied, glancing nervously around the room. "Old alliances, deals struck decades ago—they're digging up every scrap of history. It's only a matter of time before they turn their attention to your daughters. The Ministry will want to pressure them, especially with their presence at Hogwarts."

A cold silence settled over the room. Rhaenys exchanged a look with Viserys, a silent conversation passing between them.

"They'll come for Rhaenyra and Daenerys," Rhaenys murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "They'll try to use them against us."

Viserys stood, pacing toward the fireplace, his hand gripping the mantel. "We need to act," he said, his voice low but filled with authority. "We cannot let the Ministry weaken our position. Our daughters must be brought into the fold. They'll need to be prepared for what's to come."

Rhaenys nodded slowly. "It's time they understood what's at stake. We've sheltered them long enough."

The informant shifted uneasily. "Whatever you're planning, you need to be quick. The Ministry has spies everywhere. They'll be watching, waiting for any misstep."

Viserys's eyes gleamed in the firelight. "We don't make missteps. We set the course."

The fire flickered as the informant disappeared, leaving the Targaryen parents alone in the suffocating quiet of the study. The weight of their next moves pressed on them like a heavy mantle. Viserys turned to his wife, the flames casting long shadows across his face.

"It's time to bring the girls home," he said softly, his voice carrying a dangerous resolve. "They need to know the Ministry is tightening its grip, and we need to ensure they stand on the right side when the time comes."

Rhaenys' lips pressed into a thin line. "We'll summon them. They must be made to see this is their fate—whether they like it or not."

The decision was made. The sisters would be pulled back into the family's orbit, and the dark plans of their parents would soon unfold. The Ministry's moves had only accelerated the inevitable.

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The crisp morning air filled the Owlery as dozens of owls fluttered between the rafters, their feathers catching the light of the rising sun. Rhaenyra stood at one of the tall windows, staring out over the grounds, her thoughts still tangled after her conversation with Lorenzo the day before. The peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted when an unfamiliar owl swooped down, landing on the stone ledge before her. In its beak, it held a letter sealed with the Targaryen crest together with a portkey.