410A.N. I know that you are probably all waiting for me to update my main Harry Potter stories, and I promise none of them have been forgotten or abandoned, I am hoping to get around to updating them all soon. However I have just recently been hooked into the world of the Game of Thrones and started reading the books, and this jumped into my head.
It was meant to be a small one shot but it is turning into something of an epic one shot, I have nearly finished it so I thought I would start putting it up now. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One
Severus had known for a long time that Dumbledore was not who he portrayed himself to be, he had been disillusioned to the old man a long time ago, there was only so many times that he could be emotionally blackmailed with what happened to lily before he realised the game that the old man played. But by then it had been too late for him, by the time that he realised he had mistakenly pledged his loyalty to yet another power mad man his oaths were too tied into his very magic that was not able to run away - exactly as Dumbledore had planned. And so he was stuck serving two masters, neither of whom he had any respect for and whom both played everyone to their own ends. Really Severus had thought that between the two of them nothing could shock him anymore, nothing that either of them did could truly shock him anymore.
That is until he found himself escorting the Boy Who Lived, Lily's son to this wilderness, to this massive camp containing wizards and witches the like Severus had never seen before. Dumbledore was with them and practically glowing with his self accomplishment while Potter looked absolutely terrified.
And the reason they were here? Albus Dumbledore was using his position as Harry Potter's magical guardian to sell the boy in exchange for warrior wizards, the like of which Britain did not possess.
The conversation between Dumbledore and Potter no one had been witness to, but Severus could guess the emotional blackmail that had been placed upon the boy to go through with this, for he was here and if clearly not willing, he was going to do it.
Granger and Weasley were looking horrified and furious and kept shooting Potter worried looks, both of them looking like they were fighting not to burst into tears, while Potter stood with his back straight and his jaw clenched, determined not to give Dumbledore the satisfaction of seeing his panic, his fear and his pain. Just as he was determined not to show it to the massive gathering in front of them.
The Dothraki people were a powerful group of wandering witches and wizards who believed in the wild magic of the lands and that in living the nomadic life that they did that they would become more powerful. Whatever it was it certainly seemed to work for them as any city they came across the form of Ministry of magic there would do their best to appease the hoard, or Khalasar as they called it. Their number was massive as well, this Khal's Khalasar being the largest numbering nearly 40,000 strong. It proved how powerful their magic and wards were that they had never been seen nor discovered by the Muggles, and when they were travelling it was damned near impossible to find them.
Dumbledore had had to go through his many contacts to manage to locate this Khal Drogo to start the bargaining for his aid in return for his marriage to Harry Potter, something that Dumbledore was all too happy about as it would tie the two groups together much more permanently than nearly any other agreement would have.
And so here they stood, ready for the wedding, the Order ready and willing to watch their almighty leader marry off their sixteen year old saviour.
Harry felt as though he was going to throw up, his head was spinning and s chest felt as though there was an iron band around it. At just sixteen he was being married off like some bargaining chip to someone he had never met before and only knew that he was the leader of this group of wandering wizards that he had heard Moody call barbarians.
The wedding was taking place on a beautiful cliff top looking out over the sea, the Dothraki people seemed happy with the wedding at least, there was music being played in the form of a rhythmic beating of drums and flutes, voices raising in a language Harry didn't know, bright banners were hanging over their heads and floating balls of fiery light.
The wait for him was finally over as he was led by a woman who could not have much older than him through the crowd of Dothraki from the tent he had been waiting in to a small dais that had been placed at the head of the crowd. There were two seats there covered in blankets and cushions, the right hand one Harry was urged towards by the woman before she disappeared into the crowd. Seating himself stiffly on the chair he avoided looking to the left where the Order were all sated to witness the marriage taking place, instead allowing his eyes to mostly unseeing take in the sight of the hundreds upon hundreds of people he could see, all dancing and apparently celebrating this marriage.
They were dressed simply, suited to their life style and weather he supposed, a lot of leathers and animals skins going around, mostly the women wore skirts and short tops or just bra type tops, the men wore trousers with very little of them wearing shirts, if they did it was a vest style top.
Their hair was all long with lots of different braids being worn, one of the few things that Dumbledore had told him was that if a Dothraki warrior was defeated he had to cut his braid, the length of your braid was apparently a display of power and skill, apparently his husband to be had never been defeated. Another thing he had been informed was that the Dothraki people fought and duelled differently to all other wizards, apparently they had developed a way to channel their magic through weapons, using both in battle and so making them doubly lethal against those who only used a wand.
Harry's heart beat faster when the crowd parted for a second time and the man who Harry knew could only be Khal Drogo, his husband to be, walked...more like prowled forwards. He was a massive man, standing easily at 6,5, his skin was as copper as the rest of his people, but he had three thick blue stripes going diagonally across his chest and over his shoulders, his eyes were painted a dark black kohl and his beard was just short of being halfway down his chest, being kept neatly together by two small golden beads. As he walked his long hair swayed in and out of sight behind him, easily falling way passed his bum and braided intricately. He wore leather trousers and a leather belt that covered and protected his stomach. His dark eyes were locked onto Harry as walked to the dais and stepped up onto it.
All of a sudden a silence swept through the gathering, all eyes were on the Khal, his presence and magic an unmistakable force that left Harry shaky and even more terrified of this imposing man who was to be his husband. Khal Drogo finally took his eyes from Harry and turned to motion a man forward who definitely was not Dothraki of descent, even if he was dressed in Dothraki style with his own growing braid. He looked to be mid forties, and had a kind face as he stepped onto the dais and knelt in front of Harry. The teenager blinked confused as Drogo said something in Dothraki, a deep rumbling voice that suited his appearance, but then the man spoke.
'The Khal wishes to start the gift giving by giving you me, I am to be your translator and guide into the Dothraki life Khaleesi while you learn the ways of your new people and our language,' The man said before lifting his head. 'I am Jorah,' Harry felt something in his chest untighten a little knowing he was not going to be completely lost in this alien culture. Before he could say anything however Drogo seated himself and with a motion someone broke away from the crowd and placed something in front of them on the dais, bowing before disappearing back into the crowd, someone else already stepping forwards holding something else.
Harry glanced nervously at Drogo who was seated close enough that Harry could feel the intense heat that came from his body, but he was nodding to the second person as they stepped back after opening the chest.
'Khaleesi, the people are going to give you a gift, one for each family in the Khalasar, it is a wedding gift, celebrating today,' Jorah explained seeing Harry's confused expression.
'Do I need to say anything or do something?' Harry asked softly. He didn't know why but Jorah got a confused expression at his question.
'Khaleesi, was this not explained to you before today?'
'No, and what does Khaleesi mean? I have been called it all day,' Harry asked a little desperately as he just about managed to get his tongue around the word he had been hearing directed at him.
'Khaleesi is the queen or consort of the Khal, that is what you are now. You need not say or do anything besides nod your thanks to the gifts if you like them, most will be small things that people can spare, it is the intention rather than the object, most of the Dothraki have few luxury items as it is better to travel light even with charms and such to help,' Jorah explained before saying something in Dothraki.
The Khal's head turned sharply and he barked something at Jorah.
'Khaleesi, has Dumbledore told you anything about our customs?' Jorah asked softly, seating himself on a low stool to Harry's left, just off of the dais.
'No, he said that your customs were secret to outsiders,' Harry answered confused. Jorah again said something to the Khal, clearly translating Harry's words. Harry was a little worried when Drogo bit something out sharply, his hands clenching into a fist until Jorah said something else to him. He blew out a puff of air with a growl before settling back into his seat with a low grumble. 'Have I done something wrong?' Harry asked concerned.
'No Khaleesi, it is not you that the Khal is angry with,' Jorah said, his friendly face looking a little angry himself.
Nearly two hours went by of gifts being delivered in front of them by an endless stream of people, the heat was stifling and Harry had been glad of the glasses of sweet flavoured juice that was regularly passed to himself and the Khal, but he sat there straight and nodded to each gift, Jorah sometimes explaining the different things that were foreign to him. These were his new people and they were giving gifts in recognition as his marriage into their Khalasar, the least he could do would be to pay attention to each gift.
'For Khaleesi...to help with...becoming home...' One woman said in broken and strained English stepping forwards and handing a pile of books to one of the men around the dais. He turned and passed the books to Harry, who brushed his fingers over them. They were hand written in what looked like translations from English to Dothraki.
'How do you say thank you in Dothraki?' Harry asked Jorah, this was a gift specifically thought out for helping his fit in among their people.
'There is no word in Dothraki for thank you Khaleesi,' Jorah smiled at Harry's stunned look.
'Then can you tell her these will be very helpful?' Harry asked.
'The closest I can say is greatly used,' Jorah said thoughtfully. At Harry's nod he spoke to the woman who beamed at Harry and bowed to the Khal and him before hurrying away.
Finally the stream of people seemed to end and an old woman stepped from the crowd to stand in front of the dais. The Khal stood and at Jorah's nod Harry did too, he followed him to the edge of the dais, risking one glance at his friends before turned and faced the Khal who was already reaching to grip his hand firmly. He felt a little more terrified at how his hand was swallowed by the large one of the Khal but then his eyes were locked into those dark brown ones as the woman started chanting loudly.
He gasped slightly as he felt his magic being pulled from his core to surround him in an invisible warmth as that of the Khal's could also be felt. The people were chanting their names in an increasing speed as the drum beat seemed to sing through Harry's chest, the woman's chanting as becoming faster as e stared swaying on the spot, her hands raised to the sky. He gasped stunned as a golden band flowed like liquid around his right wrist before solidifying into a cuff with a horse rearing printed on it, tight enough to his skin that he knew he would never again be able to remove it, as the ceremony was meant for. On the Khal's wrist an identical golden band had formed.
With the last wash of magic the energy burst out over the people who cheered loudly at the feel of such powerful magic. chanting of their names, of Khal and Khaleesi being cried as the music took on a different beat.
'Khaleesi, you are supposed to gift the Khal now with your wedding present, you were told to bring one weren't you?' Jorah asked frantically from where he had moved around the dais.
'Yes I was told,' Harry nodded motioning Remus forwards. Luckily he had been allowed out to pick the gift himself with Remus, after Hermione insisted that the Khal would take it as an insult should anyone but Harry pick the gift, and apparently he would know. It was the one and only time before today that he had been allowed to leave Grimmauld Place after being informed of his marriage.
Remus smiled sadly at Harry as he handed over the present, as he had done the day that they had gone shopping, harry understood that he was stuck and felt that he owed Dumbledore, but he was not sure he could forgive this of Remus, leaving him in the hands of a man none of them knew, being used as payment and to be left with a people he did not know. Harry took the present without meeting Remus' eyes and handed it to Drogo, who threw back the cloth wrappings quickly.
The murmur that went through the crowd at sight of the gift, as well as Drogo's widening eyes told Harry he had picked well. The sword was of beautiful craftsmanship, with two golden horse heads with ruby in their eyes forming the hilt of the sword. The blade was also soaked in charms and spells that he and Hermione had researched and Harry had placed on the blade without compromising the metal or the ability of Drogo to cast with it, made easier by the fact it was the finest crafted Goblin metal, made more difficult by not having the time to practice and truly know that the spells were not going to compromise and ruin the sword. It had cost a small fortune, but Harry took great delight in knowing it was a dent made in his vaults along with the dowry Dumbledore was paying for him was more of his money Dumbledore would not get his hands on.
Drogo caressed the blade, running his finger along the edge before stepping back and swinging the sword around him in a gracefully deadly dance that told of exactly while he was undefeated. The blade sang as it danced through the air in the hands of the Khal.
'Tell him I hope the blade protects him in battle and serves to increase his power and skill in battle even more than it already is,' Harry asked Jorah, thinking on his feet having not expected to be able to communicate with his...husband.
Smiling slightly Jorah nodded before speaking to the Khal who stopped his perusal of the blade to lock Harry in his gaze again. Moments passed and Harry was worried that he had said the wrong thing and insulted the Khal's strength or ability to protect himself, but then the Khal bowed his head slightly in thanks. Then he said something sharply before stepping off the dais and marching through the parting crowd.
'He wants you to follow Khaleesi,' Jorah instructed. Stepping off of the dais on trembling legs Harry followed the man who was now his husband. When he cleared the last of the crowd he gasped slightly when he saw the beautiful white horse the Khal was standing in front of.
'The Khal says he understands your familiar was taken from you only a few months ago, he does not wish to replace her but he wishes you bond with this horse to ease the loss a little. Being given your own horse is a great gift in Dothraki culture, it is also a welcoming you to the people,' Jorah translated the Khal's words and then added on the explanation for Harry.
'She is beautiful,' Harry breathed out, reaching tentatively to stroke his hand down the mare's face, smiling when he felt his magic jumping in welcome at the new familiar. The mare snorted and nudged into Harry's hand gently.
He gasped and took a step back when the Khal moved suddenly towards him, but he found himself gripped and lifted onto the back of his horse as though he were as light as a feather. Before he could get over the shock the Khal was swinging himself into the saddle of a great black stallion, even Jorah was jumping nimbly onto the back of a chestnut horse.
'The most important of the Dothraki return now to our camp, the rest will party here through the rest of the night to morning and then will rejoin the camp, we will start travelling the next day,' Jorah explained as they started moving forwards, more people easily mounting their horses and falling in behind the Khal.
Harry dared not look back at his friends whom he did not know when he would see again, he did not look back at the sounds of the celebration picking up as they rode out into the barren land passed the cliff. He would not be able to say how long they rode for or in what direction, his mind was spinning and yet empty at the same time, the laughter and chatter of those travelling with them washed passed his ears along with the rhythmic beat of hoofs on the floor. He barely even took in the amazing sight of the hundreds of tents making a small city as they rode through the wards, the fires already going between tents.
He only came back to himself when he was lifted from the saddle by his husband, Drogo carrying his new sword on his back as he led Harry by his wrist into the largest tent in the camp and right in the centre. Jorah nodded encouragingly to Harry before he was blocked out of sight by the tent flap coming down.
Drogo was surprisingly gentle or his size as he led Harry to the centre of the tent before releasing him to step back and start stripping his clothes off, revealing inch after inch of copper flesh rapidly.
Harry could not stop himself from jerking back when once fully naked Drogo reached for him, the sight of the man fully naked, the size of him, terrifying Harry. Drogo made some sort of shushing noise, murmuring in Dothrakian to Harry as he reached out again. Not wanting to anger him Harry stood and allowed himself to be stripped of the light white robes he was wearing, though he could not stop himself from shaking as he was bared to the eyes of the man who had bought him.
By the time Drogo led him over to the pile of furs hat made up the bed, thin nets pulled back around it Harry was terrified out of his mind of what was about to happen. Drogo clearly found his new husband attractive if the erection he was supporting was anything to go by, and Harry could not stop the tears from filling his eyes as he was urged onto the furs, Drogo pushing him to the far side of the bed and then to roll so his back was to his husband.
His tears finally fell when Drogo's large body lined up behind him, the large man still whispering and murmuring words Harry could not understand as he wrapped his arm around Harry's chest and pressed himself into Harry's naked arse cheek. However after a few moments Harry realised that Drogo was not going any further. besides stroking his fingers up and down Harry's chest, and still murmuring to him, he made no other move.
Harry lay awake long after Drogo's snores filled the tents, his mind spinning with everything that had happened, unable to come to terms with everything that had happened. When his tears and sobs spilled in earnest Drogo seemed to wake long enough to mutter something about Khaleesi, before he tugged Harry even closer and went back to sleep.