Chapter 2

Jamie Lannister of the Kingsguard was feeling conflicted. His lovely sister had just given birth to a black haired boy, it was a nephew instead of the son he was expecting. Jamie was confused, he wanted nothing more than to kill the child of Robert Baratheon, the child that wasn't his. The child that should have been his. Instead, the King had taken that chance away from him. Jaime grip the pommel of his sword hard, not wanting anything more than to send the father-son pair to the afterlife personally.

The Kingsguard snorted derisively. Not even a day's old and the boy had already garnered a lifelong hatred from his own Uncle.

But Jaime also knew that his sister would hate him for it, for his eyes could see that Cersei loved the boy more than anything in this world, even more than him, that Jaime could see. No, he couldn't touch the boy. If the deed was traced back to him, the king's wrath would be upon his family. The same wrath the destroyed the Targaryens, leaving only two children across the narrow sea.

He had no doubt that the Lannisters would be scattered if not completely crushed underheel if he went through with his initial plan.

Smirking to himself, Jamie went to find his sister. After all, if he couldn't get rid of the brat, then why not impregnate Cersei with his? There was no rule saying that the Queen couldn't get pregnant now did it?

If the first one wasn't his then he would make sure the second would be a Lannister, through and through.

Harry James Potter was one confused wizard. The last thing he knew was sitting in the Headmaster's office in Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was about to take a nap in his chair, and now he was a bloody baby with those small chubby hands and the urge to eat, shit and cry all at once.

'Alright now, no need to panic, lets take baby steps now' he thought before grimacing to himself at the unintentional pun, which looked ridiculous and out of place on his current face.

'Alright first things first! The blonde bombshell called me her son and the giant called himself me dad, don't remember their names but I'll get to that soon enough' he thought. 'Now judging by the fact that this woman really gave birth to me suggests that I was reincarnated, cursed or that someone messed around with my soul'

'Given the fact that I was born in a happy family and as a bloody prince of an entire freaking Kingdom means that an enemy didn't do this.'

'So that leaves Reincarnation which means that...' suddenly he gasp in horror ' I died!?' He thought furiously. That was impossible! He was in the most protected place in Hogwarts! How the hell did he even die?

All he remembered was putting on the resurrection ring, talking to his deceased parents and putting on the invisibility cloak before going to sleep. 'You have got to be joking. After all that crap I went through I actually died in my sleep!?' he started fussing around in his crib, tears leaking from his eyes.

'Oh fuck you! Fuck all of you, you cock-sucking, shite-eating motherfucking son of goats!' he screamed, or at least tried to, it came out as a cry that alerted his wet nurse. 'I'm going to grow older, use magic, and take over everything! See how you like that asshole!' he screamed to no one.

Harry was extremely frustrated, not to mention absolutely pissed off. He felt as if someone had messed with his head, even now he could feel himself being suppressed... more accurately, the core of Harry Potter's personality being erased, to make way for this new body to create its own. Bah! who gives a shite about that! He was feeling famished!

"Is the little Prince hungry? Let me take care of that" the wet nurse giggled and took her top off, leaving Harry gasping in horror.

'N-no you p-pedophile! Get those tits away from me! I demand Rib-Eye! It's the least you could do for me after all that shi-ommph!' and the Prince of the Iron Throne was promptly smothered in his Wet Nurse's loving embrace.