The Antlered Lion

Badly injured in the battle at Ashford, Robert Baratheon is forced to marry Cersei Lannister at Casterly Rock to secure the allegiance, and forces, of the Westerlands during the early stages of the rebellion, against the Targaryen rule. The ensuing pregnancy, and birth, of Harian Baratheon, will forever change the history of Westeros. In another reality, Harry James Potter takes matters into his own hands. Desperately lonely and fed up of a broken, post-war world, he completes a sacrificial ritual to send him to a new world. His interference changes the direction of Westeros, and its fate, as the dark night closes in and yet another war threatens. His presence in Westeros will change history...and the people around him as he once again stands up as a hero to the world. A life lived twice, for better or for worse, it matters not, for the price of cheating death is always a high price to pay.

The Antlered Lion

Badly injured in the battle at Ashford, Robert Baratheon is forced to marry Cersei Lannister at Casterly Rock to secure the allegiance, and forces, of the Westerlands during the early stages of the rebellion, against the Targaryen rule. The ensuing pregnancy, and birth, of Harian Baratheon, will forever change the history of Westeros. In another reality, Harry James Potter takes matters into his own hands. Desperately lonely and fed up of a broken, post-war world, he completes a sacrificial ritual to send him to a new world. His interference changes the direction of Westeros, and its fate, as the dark night closes in and yet another war threatens. His presence in Westeros will change history...and the people around him as he once again stands up as a hero to the world. A life lived twice, for better or for worse, it matters not, for the price of cheating death is always a high price to pay.

Snow fell over Casterly Rock like ash from a dying star. Inside the torch-lit sanctum, Maester Creylen wiped bloodied hands on his robe, trembling as the infant’s cry pierced the silence. Robert Baratheon, leg shattered and face pale, stared at the boy—his son, born of duty and desperation. "He has my name," Robert rasped. "But not my strength."

Outside, unnoticed, a crack split the sky. A man in scorched robes materialized in the courtyard, gasping, wand clutched to his chest. Harry Potter looked up at the lion’s keep, breath fogging in the cold. "Where… am I?" The last thing he remembered was the green light—and Ginny’s voice calling his name.

In the nursery, the newborn Harian opened his eyes. One green. One blue. And for a heartbeat, the candle flames froze.