Chapter 11

On the third night in Driftmark, Aemond wanted to show Lady Lycoris that he had already named his dragon.

He carried Gaelithox cradled in his arm. He liked his dragon, it was a beautiful sapphire blue.

He knocked a couple of times, but no one answered until he began to hear female screams from inside the room, plucking up his courage. Even with Gaelithox in his arms, he pulled out his dagger and opened the door.

There was no one there but Lady Lycoris and her babies, crying in their cribs. Lady Lycoris stood with her hair loose and messy, her fingers tangled in her long, thick strands of hair. Her face was contorted in a mixture of horror and pain.

Her face was soaked with tears, and her knees were drawn up to her chest as she rocked back and forth.

Both of them were making an effort to try to calm her.

Aemond leaves his newborn dragon in Gigi's cradle and tries to get Lady Lycoris to come to her senses. He moves his hand to Lycoris' arms, but she keeps screaming.

The screams alerted some adults, for standing in the doorframe were Mother, Daemon, and Princess Rhaenys. Mother lifted her skirts, approached the bed and pushed Aemond aside.

- "What happened?" - Mother asked the elves, who did nothing but pinch their thin arms.

- "Mistress Lycoris was sleeping when she woke up screaming," - Winky answered tearfully.

- "The dead have appeared in her dreams, the burden she has carried on her shoulders since she was a child takes its toll on her in times of peace," - Kreacher added, and he disappeared in a Pop! And he appeared a couple of minutes later, carrying a purple vial. - "Give my lady the potion; it will put her to sleep without dreams."

Lady Lycoris stopped screaming, but she was still sobbing. Her green eyes emanated pain that turned Aemond's stomach.

- "Mom..." - Lady Lycoris and clung to the queen very tightly - "Dad... Sirius... Remus... Fred."

- "Shhh, you're safe" - Mother carefully brought the open one to Lycoris' lips and tilted her head so she would drink from the potion - "There is no more war. You are safe."

The purple liquid descended her throat, and Lady Lycoris collapsed into the queen's arms, her head tilted back.

They carefully laid her on the bed.

- "Darling," - Mother looked at Aemond - "Go and rest. Tomorrow you can talk to Lady Lycoris."

Aemond nodded and looked at Gigi's crib. The baby witch was sleeping peacefully with Gaelithox by her side. Carefully, he picked up his dragon.

Aemond looked once at Lycoris, her cheeks were wet with tears, and her lips wore a sad expression.

- "The mistress needs to be taken to Grimmauld Place," - The elf said bitterly.

Daemon looked at the two elves.

- "Grimmauld Place?" - Alicent asked, stroking the witch's hair in a motherly way.

- "The Black Household," - The elf replied, - "Mistress has kept it hidden from you unworthy Muggles, but my mistress does not have a husband by her side. Even as much as Kreacher hates the traitorous Weasleys, he was my mistress's husband, and his duty as a wizard was to wrap my mistress in his magic after the birth. But she is alone, and these children have no father. Kreacher will have to disobey his mistress's order for their welfare." - The elf snapped his fingers, and the black wooden trunk in the corner of the room opened.

- "We must take the mistress home," - Said the elfess, moving the baby's cradle, - "The ancestral magic will help her to keep away her nightmares."

- "Do you want us to go into the trunk?" - Asked Rhaenys.

- "Yes. The hidden magic of Grimmauld Place is inside the trunk," - The elf said. Then he looked directly at Daemon - "Can you carry my mistress? It would be dangerous for us to manipulate her with magic while she sleeps."

Daemon nodded and carefully took the brown-skinned witch in his arms, soft to the eye. Her dark hair slid down her shoulders, covering her breasts that showed through the thin nightgown.

- "No groping hands, or Kreacher will be forced to mutilate with pain," - The elf warned.

Daemon arched an eyebrow at being threatened by a creature smaller than his daughters.

Daemon walked to the trunk and carefully entered with the witch in his arms. It felt unreal not touching the bottom, the path was narrow and dark. At the bottom, he saw a door that opened on its own.

It was unreal how a green and fertile place could exist inside a trunk. There were small greenhouses in many parts, it was dark, and there were stars. The house was narrow, dark stone with three floors, and the main entrance had small steps.

- "It's cold" - He heard the Queen Hightower behind him.

The elf stepped forward, and with a click, he opened the door, Daemon climbed the steps and entered the place. The scent in the air was of herbs, dampness, and neglect, and small lanterns embedded in the walls.

At the end of the hallway, high above the ceiling, was a hanging diamond chandelier covered by cobwebbed silk curtains. There were age-blackened portraits hung crookedly on the walls between each chandelier, enclosed by black curtains. Daemon thought they were windows at first. But he saw their dark frames. Both the chandelier and the sconce on a rickety table nearby were shaped like snakes, like the knocker on the front door.

Lady Lycoris was a lover of snakes because of the decorations on this type of animal. I was not judging her, the Targaryen have many jewels and decorations in the shape of dragons.

- "Come with me," - The elf said, leading the way - "My lady's room is on the second floor."

Daemon followed the creature and heard a female voice, somewhat older. - "Kreacher! Kreacher!" - The voice was mature and annoyed.

Kreacher asked him to follow them. In the middle of the corridor, there was the portrait of a woman, who was moving.

- "In the name of Morgana! What is the meaning of this?" - The portrait spoke.

Daemon smiles, Alicent and Rhaenys are backing away from the demanding woman in the portrait.

- "Is that portrait alive" - Alicent shrieked in fright.

The portrait was of a woman almost Viserys' age. She had black hair with glints of reeds and slight wrinkles around those gray eyes.

- "What happened to Lycoris and how did they get into the residence of the Noble and Ancestral House of Black?" - The portrait asked.

- "My Lady Walburga," - The elf said almost in a sweet and honeyed voice towards the portrait, - "Mistress Lycoris suffers from her weak core. The nightmares of war torment her. She has not set foot in Grimmauld Place since she gave birth and needs to rest where the familiar magic envelops her."

- "So from the description of you two," - She pointed to Daemon and Rhaenys - "You must be the famous dragon riders. Targaryen."

- "That's right," - Rhaenys said, - "I'm sorry to barge into your home, but we needed to leave Lady Potter safe."

- "Understandable," - Mrs. Walburga said - "Winky, prepare tea for the guests, Kreacher guides the gentleman to Lycoris's room. And bring the children."

Kreacher tugged Daemon's coat for him to follow. They walked up a black wooden staircase to a huge room. With dark green walls and a canopied bed in dark colors.

Carefully, he left the witch and walked out of the room, down the stairs, and, unattended by the elf, he walked to a hall where there was a huge tapestry, several names, and small portraits.

In a family tree, at his first glance, he found the witch's name.

Lycoris Sitaara Potter - Fred Gideon Weasley.

The image of the witch's portrait showed her with a slight smile and hair pulled back in soft braids. The wizard's portrait was of someone very white with multiple small freckles on his face and deep red hair with blue eyes.

Bound in a golden tangle were the names of the witch's twins, and beside it, on a silver vine, was the name of the eldest baby.

Daemon touched the witch's portrait.

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