Chapter 01

Lycoris grimaced as the mother potion took effect. Every two days, she had to take the potion so that her breasts would fill with milk.

Carefully adjusting Teddy, her baby nuzzled her dark nipple and latched on when he smelled the scent of milk. He was already five months old and biting hard.

Lycoris began to sing a lullaby as she stroked Teddy's blue hair. Already she had been slowly breaking down the barriers of Grimmauld Place to set up the property in an old suitcase she had found.

She had taken the idea from the journals of Newt Scamander, who had multiple habitats for his creatures. Soon her belly would start to swell, and she couldn't stay in this place that smelled of sulphur and had such dangerous things as exploding-tailed Scruples.

Teddy yawned as he finished his meal and Lycoris carried him to his room where he set up his cot. Once in the soft bed, the baby clung to a wolf stuffed animal with a scarf in Gryffindor colors.

- "Winky," - Lycoris called, and the elf quickly appeared.

- "What can Winky do for Lady Lycoris?"

- "Get my riding suit ready," - Lycoris ordered as she sat on the dressing table, - "I'll go and explore. I took out some milk and it's chilled. If Teddy wakes up, feed him. This will take me hours."

Winky prepared her riding suit. Kreacher confessed that the suit belonged to Walburga Black. Apparently, Sirius's terrifying mother had been as rebellious as he was in his youth.

With dreams of studying dragons in Korea, but she is married and forced to be a pureblood lady.

In shades of black, with dragon scales for fire resistance. She was as tall and slender as Lycoris is, almost all the clothes she wore were Walburga's, and even Kreacher already showed her maternity clothes when her pregnancy was more advanced.

- "Are you going out again?" - Asked the portrait of the madwoman on the wall.

- "I am, Lady Black," - Lycoris replied.

- "What are you going to do?"

- "This land is pure death," - Said Lycoris looking at Lady Black, - "I will cross with Fujur to the island and look for a place to settle Grimmauld Place, I will spend my pregnancy there until I start the search for a mother stone to return home."

Lycoris's approach as Lady Black lessened the portrait's anger and madness, and she came to understand Lady Black.

- "Be careful child," - Said Walburga, - "There is a baby who will be waiting for your return."

Lycoris nodded her head.

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Corlys remained in Lys when he saw a dragon fly over the city's harbor. People let out a sound of amazement as the dragon landed on a small beach.

Corlys took seven of his men to the place where the dragon landed, it was unlike Meleys or any other dragon he had seen, if anything as big as Vhagar was.

On arriving at the spot, he saw the famous witch that everyone was talking about. She had one of her hands resting on one of the dragon's four legs, while the other rested on her belly.

The dragon saw them and snarled, the witch looked up like a fawn and pulled out a strange stick strapped to her thigh.

- "lnmobilus!" - She said, pointing the stick, and Corlys' body froze as he brought his hand to the pommel of his sword. Corlys watched as his men were also paralyzed.

The witch was tall, with brown Dornish skin and greenish eyes. Her braided hair moved with her every step. Corlys did not overlook the strange costume she wore, it fit her body and was entirely in black with what appeared to be dragon scales.

- "Who are you?" - She said in Valyrian with a wave of her wand she released Corlys, but the sword at his hip flew towards her, hovering near the dragon.

- "Lord Corlys Velaryon," - Corlys Velaryon replied in Valyrian, - "We heard a rumor of a dragon on the loose."

- "Lightnight is my companion," - The witch replied, - "He has chosen me as his rider."

- "Dragons belong to House Targaryen, Miss."

- "Lightnight has bonded with me. I am his rider, I..."

The witch was unable to finish her sentence because she covered her mouth with her hand, turning it upside down and vomiting in the sand. The spell she had on her men broke, leaving the seven to point their swords at her.

The dragon roared at the sight of the vulnerable state, but stopping vomiting, the witch hissed at the dragon as if she could communicate with it. Staggering, the witch set her wand on the ground, looking at everyone.

- "I'm not looking for trouble," - She said, - "My name is Lycoris Potter-Black."

- "Are you from Westeros?" - Corlys asked - "From the Dominion. There's a minor house by that name."

- "No. I am not from that land," - The witch replied, - "I transcended the stars and fell into this world because Fujur was chained in my world by a wizard who stole her a long, long time ago."

- "So you are not Westerosi?"

- "British"

Corlys didn't know where that was from. Perhaps beyond the Sea of Shivers.

The witch again placed her hand on her belly, with a nauseous expression.

- "Look... I don't want trouble," - Said the witch, - "I'm just looking for a place to settle down because Fujur brought me to a dead land with dangerous winged worms."

- "Valyria. You come from Valyria?"

- "That's right," - She replied, - "I have a baby waiting for me and I need to get home. I'm just here to settle down. There will be more of us soon."

Corlys looked at the witch's hand on her belly and sighed, - "And your husband?"

- "Dead."

The witch's eyes were pained, apparently a recent loss.

- "Lord Corlys," - Said one of his men, - "What do we do?"

Corlys looked at the dragon and then at the witch. Alone, with a baby and foal on the way, unprotected and alone as a dragon, - "The dragon is from the heart of Valyria," - Corlys replied, - "It will pass into the Velaryon family."

- "How dare you!" - The witch in one swift movement grabbed her wand from the sand - "Fujur is a free beast with his allegiance to me."

- "Then you will come with us."

- "Don't even think..."

- "Then what will you find in Lys, Lady Lycoris?" - Asked Corlys interrupting - "The only way for you to survive with your babies is to offer yourself to the pleasure houses of Lys. Instead, I offer you the protection of my house to the crown. You speak with dragons"

- "A gift that Fujur says the sons of Valyria had."

- "Then I offer you a place where your children can grow up in peace and not be at risk," - Said Corlys, - "So they can be caught and sold into slavery. While in Westeros, have comfort."

The witch thought and then pulled from the leather straps a dagger, which she handed to him, - "A blood oath" - The witch demanded - "That I will serve as far as my morals go, and you will not harm my children."

Corlys unhesitatingly cut his left palm with a dagger and passed it to Mrs. Lycoris who cut her right palm. When they joined hands, he saw a scar in the shape of a sentence on the back of her hand.

When they finished swearing she vomited again, Corlys remembered Rhaenys pregnant with Laena, always vomiting the first moons of pregnancy.

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The witch asked for three days, she needed to organize everything. They waited at the dock, and again she pressed on the dragon with a suitcase strapped in chains.

When she came down, there was a baby strapped to her chest. The blue of his hair was very striking, and he had brown eyes.

- "Éles Edward Lupin, but I call him Teddy," - Said Lady Lycoris introducing the baby, - "He is my son by magic. We came out of a war where his parents and grandparents died. Now he is my son."

The baby stared at him and changed his blue hair to Velaryon white.

- "Wow," - Said one of the sailors in charge.

- "He is a baby who can change his appearance," - Replied Lady Lycoris, - "His mother also had that ability."

The baby looked at the witch and changed his hair to black with green eyes like the witch.

- "You did well my love," - She said in another language, it was like the common tongue but softer and with a different phonetic.

Corlys sighed. It would be three long months of sea travel before they reached Driftmark, but knowing his wife, he was sure she was thrilled at the thought of someone being able to speak to Meleys.

AN: By the way. Lycoris doesn't speak Valyrian, it's Latin. Because at least the wizards must know some Latin for the spells.

And the common language is like a very, very old English, whereas Lycoris English is a little bit more modern, you know, as the language changes over time.

And of course, there will be some difficulty in the language.

Also, in this fic not everything about the rules of the old ways will be used.

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