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Harry Potter: Ice and Fire	By : Harry_Lannister Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55392 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, or Wheel of Time, nor the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Harry Potter: Ice and Fire
- 2-Chapter 2
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Aerion stared blankly at the wall in front of him, ignoring the bustle of servants who went about trying to make him more comfortable. In his mind, he saw the seer’s death again and again and heard her last words echoing between his ears. It had been two days since his uncle had left the castle to go hunting, leaving the Hand of the King to run the kingdoms in his place.

Some of the prophecy he had easily understood. The Veil was lifted, he had moved beyond the veil of life and death. Okay, so that was really all he could make out of the damned thing. He stood abruptly, causing the women moving about his room to freeze and glance at him nervously. Aerion though paid them no mind as he began to pace the hard stone floor his eyes watching the ground just inches in front of his feet as he walked back and forth.

He probably would have been fine, he had dealt with prophecies before, but his aunt had freaked him out. The blond queen had wailed and cursed every god, old and new, and swore more than any ‘Lady’ he had ever heard of. The thought of his mother’s sister, at least in this world, caring enough to worry about him filled him with opposing sensations. Warmth settled in his stomach at the love the queen showed him even as his heart froze over in worry and fear for the woman.

He stopped walking as something else the woman said echoed in his mind again. The Wall is pierced. It was true that Wildling sightings had become more and more common over the last few months, but there was no way that was his doing was it? He cringed at the thought of another war like the one with Voldemort when Harry had been young. So much death and destruction it had scarred him deeply. He had spent his auror career trying to stop the senseless bloodshed to no avail.

His eye caught the Lannister banner, so like the Gryffindor banner back at Hogwarts. Maybe, he was thinking about this wrong. Tom Riddle had soured his tastes for Slytherin thinking in his previous life and so he had acted as expected for a rash lion of the scarlet and gold house. Maybe, he should be thinking like a snake instead of a lion.

Shutting his eyes he concentrated on a talent he had long ago tried to squash. His emerald green eyes opened as his mind produced the image of a rearing serpent in front of his eyes. Ignoring the women setting about making his bed and stroking the fire he opened his mouth and hissed. The ancient language of the snakes poured from his lips causing many of the women’s eyes to nearly pop out of their head.

For him though, it was different. There was only awe at the power that lanced through him as he spoke the ancient tongue. A river of overwhelming fury tore through him, grasping at him and trying to pull him under its surface. As soon as it came though, it left, leaving him shaking and grabbing onto a chair for support.

“The Brightflame,” one of the women whispered as she moved closer to the boy in awe. “A true dragon has been born to the world,” she said in awe and fell to her knees in front of the raven haired Lannister descendent. Aerion blinked at the woman as his mind ran over Westeros’ history. Aerion Targaryen, the man whom his mother had named him for, had been called Aerion Brightflame or Aerion the Monstrous. The Targaryen prince had died drinking wildfire thinking it would transform him into a dragon.

‘Great,’ he thought to himself. ‘Right out of the gate and you have a prophecy and a new nickname. Way to go Potter,’ he fumed in silence. He shook the thought away as another woman came up to him and ran a hand over his arm. He shuddered, wondering why his skin felt more alive than ever as the woman took his hand and began to kiss his knuckles. His green eyes looked down and he blushed at the amount of cleavage the red headed woman was exposing. “Milord,” she cooed and pressed her cheek to his hand.

“What just happened,” he demanded to know as he gently took his hand from the woman and sat in the chair he had been holding onto. He felt horribly weak, as though he was suffering from the flu. His knees were shaking and he wanted to throw up, but at the same time he had never felt so empty.

“You shined, milord,” the bowing woman said as she looked up into Aerion’s face. “Like a new star he glistened and owned all around you,” she answered in awe. “It was terrifying but so thrilling,” she admitted. The green eyed boy’s hand looked to the woman’s hand which had hiked up her skirt, her fingers trailing over the moist pink lips of her cunt nearly hidden beyond a heavy bush of pubic hair.

Aerion receded in shock and allowed Harry to rise as the more dominant being. Ginny had died nearly a hundred years ago for him and he hadn’t had sex since months before her funeral. The ten year old boy’s body reacted to the man’s mind and he felt his cock lengthen and grow harder. Licking his lips he glanced toward the door which as close but not locked and back to the two women fawning at him.

Unsteadily he reached his hand out and grasped the brunette woman’s full round breast in his smaller hands but he could feel her hardened nipple against his palm. He glanced into the woman’s face and found her eyes closed as she sighed. He felt torn at is very base being. These women wanted him because he had power, full grown women throwing themselves at his young feet. But his sex starved will fell quickly as the woman pulled her dress down revealing her magnificent globes and pink nipples.

He might have been young in body, but the being in charge of the mind had made three children and knew a thing or two about what to do. He brought his lips to the woman’s soft pink mouth and kissed her with bruising intensity. His hand groped her breast in want as he nearly sent them toppling backwards onto the floor. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled and tweaked her nipple and his other hand snaked down between her squatting legs to her glistening twat and began to rub at her pussy’s lips.

Fingernails clawed his abdomen just before his trousers were ripped down around his knees. He moaned into the woman’s mouth as he felt a tongue swirl around the head of prepubescent cock before it was engulfed. He shuddered as he felt lips slide up his length to the base before the woman slowly brought her head back, sucking on his dick like a melting ice cream. “Fuck, yes,” he purred breaking the kiss.

The brunette moved quickly to lay on the bed, her legs spread as she watched the raven haired boy have his first blow job. Her fingers dipped into her moist core as she her brown eyes locked with green. Aerion’s fingers moved through the red head’s hair her curls becoming entangled with his digits as he began to pump his hips back and forth. It was heaven for the wizard who had just weeks before been trapped within his own body on a hospital bed.

After several moments he pushed the woman’s head from his cock and walked toward his bed where the brunette smirked. He knew his dick wasn’t ready to pleasure anyone yet, he doubted he could even cum yet, but there were other areas he was good at. Tossing off his shirt he climbed into the bed and lifted the woman’s legs onto his shoulders, and they were much heavier than he remembered Ginny’s legs had been, but his mouth found purchase against her swampy cunt.

If parseltongue had one gift, he used it now as he flicked his tongue against the woman’s slit, lapping up her juices. Again he felt the raw river of power trying to engulf him, but he shoved it down, allowing it to fill him but not overtake him as he focused on the hairy cunt. The woman screamed as he felt the strange power move through his hissing tongue and into her sopping tunnel. She writhed in pleasure as her juices gushed out into his mouth and over his face.

A weight moved over him and he turned his head to see the red head on all fours over top of him. His lips connected with hers, sharing the brunette’s taste before he pushed her over. His charged fingers glanced over her nipple causing her to whimper as they hardened beneath his touch. Aerion’s hand continued to glide down the woman’s body to her pussy where he slid a finger into her depth as he thumbed her clit. His mouth engulfed her nipple where he resumed his slithering speech eliciting loud moans of pleasure from the servant girl before she too screamed out in orgasmic bliss.

Drenched in girl cum, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the canopy of his four poster bed and breathed in and out as deeply as he could to regain his breath. The power was leaving him again but he didn’t have much time to think on it. “The young lord is too good to us,” the red head said as she wiggled down the bed, followed quickly by the brunette. “We’ll have to repay the Dragon,” she said with a giggle.

At first, he was confused as to what she meant, before he felt a pair of tongues on his still hard cock. His green eyes closed in ecstasy and he put his hands behind his head a smile playing on his lips.

Maybe, being Aerion Peverell wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

The clacking of wooden swords filled the castle’s courtyard as Aerion practiced his sword fighting against his uncle Jaime. His arm and side were bruised from the time his uncle had caught him unprepared and left him a mark for punishment. The raven haired boy couldn’t believe he had killed a basilisk with a sword at the age of twelve since this was so damn hard. It was truly a humbling experience to realize just how lucky he had gotten that day beneath Hogwarts.

Of course, Jaime Lannister was known as the greatest swordfighter in all of Westeros, and he had promised Cersei to teach the boy. The dirty blond haired man was a slave to his sister’s whims mostly because of how good her cunt felt on his cock, but now wasn’t the time for that. His teeth were clenched as he fought off the boy in front him. The kid was better than he thought, but that was the problem, he thought too much. “Aerie, stop stop,” he said as he lifted his sword up and placed it on his shoulder. “Let’s take a break for a moment alright?”

“Okay,” the youth answered though he didn’t lower his guard. The King’s guard smirked at that, the kid was fighter, he had to admit that.

Jaime walked toward one of the benches lining the courtyard and sat down, leaning the sword against the bench. “You’re thinking too much again, Aerie,” he said, using his nickname for his nephew. “The stances the movements, those things are to get you used to holding a weapon, but fighting, real fighting has nothing to do with that. It’s a messy thing, but a necessity some times. Go with your gut, not your brain. That’s left for the politics so long as your head is kept on your shoulders.”

Aerion sighed and let his sword drop. “I know, Uncle Jaime,” he said before running a hand through his hair. “It’s just, I’ve been trying to think things through without just reacting to them,” he admitted as he walked toward the bench to sit next to his uncle. “The other day, when that woman made that prophecy… well, it just got me spooked is all.”

“You and your aunt both,” Jaime admitted as he put his hand on the youth’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “That poor woman is going insane with worry, though she doesn’t want you to see her that way,” he explained. “She’s always loved her family, Aerie, and the thought of you being torn away from her like your mother and father is too painful for her to bear.”

“I don’t want to die,” the boy half-lied. Harry still yearned for the chance to see his complete family again, but as Aerion he wanted to see this new world, to live in it and create an even larger family to have beyond the train station. “That’s what these lessons are for, aren’t they uncle? They are to help keep me alive?”

“More or less,” the blond man agreed with a nod. “But, they’re also to keep you away from the servant women for a little while,” he said with a knowing smirk at Aerion’s wide eyes. “Don’t worry about it, Aerie, we’ve all been there,” he tried to placate the boy. “It’s just, as a King’s Guard they don’t think of me too much before they go flapping their gums about the new ‘Dragon’ in their midst.”

Aerion groaned and put his head in his hands. “It seems a bit late for a talk about where babies come from, but still, I thought I might as well embarrass the hell out of you,” Jaime said with a chuckle as he ruffled the boy’s hair. “Now, when a man loves a woman, or pays her a good amount,” he began.

The green eyed boy wasn’t listening though. His stomach suddenly clenched painfully and the world around him spun. He tried to stand up but only managed to wobble before falling to his hands and knees and began to vomit violently into the nearby marigolds.

“Aerie? Aerie,” Jaime yelled as he rushed to his nephew’s side and held the boy as he continued to spew forth his lunch. “Someone get the Maester, quickly!”

Author’s Note: I like adding notes, so screw me. This chapter is much shorter than the first. I know that, but I got what I needed in it and left it on a cliffhanger. Now, this is my first attempt at writing a sex scene, so I’m not really sure how it went, if it was good or bad, or whatever. Some constructive criticism would be extremely helpful in that regard.

Until the next chapter, bye ya’ll.
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