The Cry That Crossed Realms

He came into the world with the weight of a crown and the silence of fate.

Prince Baelon Targaryen, the long-awaited heir, was born beneath the shadow of dying flames. His mother, Queen Aemma Arryn, gave her life in his name - her final breath a prayer, whispered not to the gods of Westeros, but to whatever powers might listen beyond the veil. "Let him live. Even if I cannot."

But some souls are not meant to linger. Baelon entered the world with lungs too frail to bear it. His cries faded before they could ever echo in the halls of kings. And yet... her prayer was heard.

Not here.
Not in this realm.
But in another.

In a world far removed from dragons and thrones, Baelon Targaryen was given a second life - not as prince, but as a boy with a scar. A boy marked by prophecy. A boy who would be known as Harry Potter.

Years later, the Dragonlords and their families are summoned - torn from castles and far-off shores. All called to a chamber not forged by men, but by powers greater than time. They are told only this:

A soul was stolen from the fire. A choice was made. And now, it must be seen.

As the Targaryens bear witness to the life their lost prince lived in another world, what they see will challenge their hearts, their loyalties, and the very meaning of legacy.

Because some lives are not meant for thrones.
Some are forged in pain.
And some souls carry dragons in their blood - no matter the name they are given.