Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 5.16: The Heart of Fire

Author: I'll be trying to double the length of each chapter so that you won't have to deal with all the advertisements just to proceed to the next part. I don't like ads either when I'm reading, it ruins that whole "thrill build-up" stuff.

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The sun was just beginning to set, casting a dim, eerie light over the rocky terrain as Lyanna, Melisandre, and Tom made their way toward the ancient fortress. Drogon had carried them as close as possible, landing them about a mile away from the artifact's location, his massive wings folding with an unsettling quietness as he rested. The trio began their walk, careful with each step, aware that this land, Old Valyria, was full of dangers that even a dragon couldn't foresee.

Lyanna's mind wandered back to Aerea Targaryen, the tragic story of the Targaryen princess who had ventured into these lands and perished in the most gruesome way imaginable. She spoke quietly to Tom, her voice tinged with a quiet sorrow.

"Aerea was the daughter of King Aegon II. She was obsessed with the idea of Old Valyria, believing that something powerful lay here, hidden from the world. She took a dragon, and... she never returned. Her body was never found, but it's said that her dragon perished in the smoke that enveloped these lands, leaving nothing but bones behind."

Tom raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A fool's journey, then."

Lyanna's gaze hardened. "Not a fool. A dreamer."

As they neared the location of the artifact, a cloud of smoke appeared out of nowhere, swirling around them. The air turned thick and suffocating, and before any of them could react, the world seemed to shift violently. The next moment, they were no longer standing in the rocky terrain of Old Valyria.

Lyanna's POV

Lyanna staggered as the world around her spun violently, a cold shiver running down her spine. Her heart hammered in her chest, and when the fog cleared, she found herself standing in an eerily familiar place—the Ministry of Magic. The Death Chamber. The very place where she had faced death and the horrors of her past.

A figure stood before her, facing away, his back turned. She could feel the weight of his presence, even before he spoke.

"Sirius?" Lyanna whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with confusion.

The man turned slowly, and Lyanna's breath hitched in her throat. It was Sirius, but he was different. His once vibrant eyes were dull, his face gaunt and sunken, the flesh hanging loosely from his bones. He looked... decomposed, as though the years had consumed him entirely.

Sirius's voice rang out, distorted, deep, and hollow. "You let me die, Lyanna. You failed me." His voice echoed, bouncing off the cold stone walls of the Death Chamber, and it sent a chill crawling down Lyanna's spine.

Lyanna's heart clenched, tears welling in her eyes as she took a step forward. "No, Sirius. I... I never wanted you to die."

But everywhere she turned, there he was again. Sirius, his face growing more and more decomposed with each glimpse. His voice echoed in every corner, mocking her, accusing her.

"You let me die..."

Lyanna fell to her knees, her hands clutching her chest as her sobs grew louder. "I'm sorry..." she whispered through the tears, her heart breaking with every breath.

Melisandre's POV

Melisandre found herself standing in the familiar, towering halls of Hogwarts, the scent of old books and magic hanging thick in the air. She looked around, disoriented, until she saw a young girl standing before her, eyes violet, just as they once were when Lyanna was a child.