Chapter 3

Cregan Stark had dreamed of her almost all his life.

The first time he was eight years old and had dreamed of a girl about four years old in what looked like a garden, he was pulling out the weeds under a splendid sun that Cregan had never dreamed of.

She had plump cheeks and tanned skin like a Dornian, but her green eyes were the brightest she had ever seen.

The second time he saw the girl in his dreams was the night her father, Lord Rickon Stark, died. Cregan had fallen asleep while crying to his father, the girl was in a very small room, almost like a deposit. In her arms she had a stuffed deer, she sang a soft song.

The third saw her with a strange tunic and a dress that reached her knees and her legs covered by gray stockings. He didn't look older than twelve years, in his hands he had a silver sword with rubies embedded, his face was scratched but his gaze seemed to distill fire towards an invisible enemy.

The fourth time, more than four years after the death of his wife after bringing Rickon into the world. It felt bad to dream of a woman so close to Arra's death. But she no longer looked like a girl, she looked like a lady of high birth.

She wore a dress that seemed to be made of stars, the blue colour and silver flashes contrasted with her tanned skin and the darkness of the night where it snowed lightly. The snowflakes falling on his long and silky black hair while his eyes shone.

He dreamed for the fifth time in a strange scenario. There was a lake in the middle of winter and a strange silver deer that perched on the frozen lake. He saw the girl, break the ice and return to the shore to take off the strange clothes, only remaining in pieces of fabric that covered her intimacy and her breasts, Cregan noticed a hair guard in the middle of her two breasts.

He saw her dive into the lake and then come out with the same silver and ruby sword.

Cregan got up from his dream, for the sixth time he dreamed of her, looking like a war with creatures that resemble the legends of The Others. The same silver sword, cutting the bodies in half while one of his free hands had a kind of stick with which he set it on fire. Above her was a bird wrapped in fire fighting next to the girl.

Cregan has wondered why he has dreamed of her all these years.

Sirius looked at the king in front of him.

"Did you know about her kinship?" the king asked extremely tired.

"No." James and Lily said that they had forgotten the prostitute who discovered them rescuing Emma - Sirius replied - Then they returned to our world where they magically adopted her. From an abandoned baby became Emma Lilia Potter.

-Emma- the king seemed to smile - A charming name. - his smile declined - What is she like?

"As if the brightest star in the sky had come down to earth to illuminate everyone's life," Sirius replied. "Emma was James and Lily's little miracle after Lily was cursed with dark magic by a demented witch.

Sirius remembered Lily telling James in tears that he could repudiate her as a wife and look for another wife. James shook his head hugging her, saying that it doesn't matter if it's just the two of them until the day of his death, that the surname Potter died before separating from her.

"Where do you know her from?"

"She is the daughter of my best friend, James," Sirius replied while looking for the photograph he always carried with him. He opened it carefully.

It was Emma's first birthday, locked up in Godric Hollow. The image showed James and Lily, each next to baby Emma, James had a birthday hat with a huge smile, Lily kissing one of Emma's plump cheeks.

Little Emma sitting in a baby dining room, with a pink dress and hair with a ribbon of the same colour, the cake was a small one with a golden candle.

Sirius passed the photograph to the king, a tear ran down the somewhat healthy side of the emaciated king.

"They look happy."

"They were happy those years and a half," Sirius said. "We were in a war." There was a kind of prophecy that was launched and two babies were marked as the perdition of a dark magician.

—Emma

"She was one." The prophecy said that he would point her out as his equal - Sirius replied - One night that magician went to where they were hiding, he killed James and Lily who tried to protect her. Emma survived and the magician disappeared, I was the one who took Emma out of the ruins that remained in her home.

Sirius remained silent.

"Emma is a wonderful and kind girl, just like James and Lily were," Minnie continued. "Talented in flight and potions, very loyal to those she considers as her family. Many people esteem her very much.

The three were silent, the king seemed destroyed, he left the photograph on his lap while shaking his head.

"I never thought that Rhaenyra would be able to leave her newborn daughter in a brothel," said the king, clearly disappointed, "Nyra, whom I saw love all her children from the first minute they came to life. She taught him herself, she never used a nurse for children. She who a month after birth took them flying in Syrax.

Nobody said anything, Sirius wanted to comment that Emma saw the heartless bitch in Oesed's mirror behind James and Lily. The desire for a family, but that bitch doesn't deserve to be mentioned.

"Where is she?" the king asked

"On the other side of the portal," said Professor McGonagall. "We have the Defence watching the portal. There is a signal, when it is activated they will have to close the portal. Even if the group is still on the other side.

Sirius saw how the king was worried.

"But Emma has survived the same things," Sirius said. "He trusted that my girl will be safe.

Aemond followed Ser Criston.

He saw it bad, lost, possessed. Without thinking about it, he followed his teacher, the man he considered a father. He ordered him to obey him, because he was about to cross a portal to an unknown environment.

They managed to find the place of the portal, near the empty beach near Red Keep. There was a group of five magicians and witches, all carrying polished silver swords, in a position of Defence.

A redhead with long hair and scars on his face pointed the sword at them.

"This is not a safe place," said the red-haired guy, "You must go."

"We came to look for Emma Potter," Ser Criston said determined.

"They can't be here," said another guy, dragging the words. He was tall and broad-shouldered - for his safety.

"Leave them Viktor," said a girl. Aemond did not overlook that she was short, with blonde hair, almost snow and with huge dreamy blue eyes. In his hands he carried a kind of lantern with a fire between blue and violet - They will be of help.

"Luna," said another redhead. With a splattered nose and many freckles on his face - We can't have anyone to interfere. Emma's orders.

"Ron is right, Luna," said the red-haired man with scars. "His swords won't work."

Aemond saw how the girl named Luna was going to say something, but the fire in her lantern went out. All the magicians opened their eyes in surprise.

"It's the signal!" shouted with a crude voice.

The seven magicians raised their swords and wands. Miss Luna took out a kind of rock with a strange symbol in her hand and her eyes flashed with nerves.

Aemond wielded his sword just like Ser Criston. At one point two magicians came out of the portal on brooms with bags hanging on their backs, then two more and then a girl with a sword hanging from her hip.

"Where is Emma?!" Where is Emma?! - shouted a magician with brown hair and slightly green eyes.

Aemond saw how Ser Criston wanted to approach but the girl Luna took him by the arm shaking her head, before Ser Criston had a chance to push her away. A fireball came out of the portal falling near the sand.

"Luna!" someone shouted. Aemond saw how the witch threw the rock and the portal began to close before everyone's eyes, with smoke floating until it disappeared completely.

The magicians dropped their swords and those who were on brooms went down near the fireball that had been consumed. A strange bird, large in red and orange, that seemed to be of fire rose.

Aemond saw a girl trying to stand up.

"Emma," said Ser Criston, dropping his sword.

"I'm fine," said the witch. She took a step with her right leg, but a crunch was heard, the bone of the right leg went through the flesh, letting out a howl of pain.

A Potter was heard! By an albino blonde. Ser Criston pushed the brown-haired boy and knelt before the witch.

Ser Criston didn't say anything, he almost touched his face but the red-haired dojos were placed on both sides.

"Emma, Emma," said this Ron, covering his hand the fracture. The tall dark-haired man, tore his shirt and in a bandage he raised it on top of where the blood flowed, the witch screamed in pain.

"We must take her to the camp," said the older redhead.

"It's very far away," Luna said. "We must bring Poppy here."

"Take her to Red Keep," Aemond said, "It's the closest place and we have Masters nearby.

"We can't enter the royal residence like this," said the magician Ron

"I'm Prince Aemond Targaryen, and I give permission," Aemond replied

"You have to take it," said one of the witches, black-haired and blue-eyed, "Look for Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape. Bring what you need.

Aemond saw how Ser Criston wanted to carry her, but that Ron pushed him away and he himself took the witch who was sobbing in pain.

"I... I saw you," said the witch, looking at Ser Criston. "In the... the mirror." When... when I saw my parents... behind James... I saw you in a white cape.

Then she fainted in the red-haired man's arms.