𝕸idnight 𝕽ain / All the pretty stars shine for you, my love
Chapter one ━━━ But I want to live
not just survive.
( Before the dance of the dragons )

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☪︎┇ RHAENYRA SMILES. She was so happy. The God gave her daughter a new chance. Her sweet sweet daughter who would always showered her with hugs and love.

She misses all of those moments with her sweet daughter but hopefully she
is in a better life, in a better family. Or so, she hope, she wish.

Are you alright my girl?"

Rhaenyra glances at her father, nodding her head in response. She felt so many emotions with her father who is supposed to dead but is here alive. But what pains her is seeing how he allowed those snakes to ruin their family.

Text appears on the screen, In the beginning. "They were many things that people thought as impossible
and magic was one of them."

"The Goddess of Magic, Hecate had lend her strength and her magic to people in a world. The Wizard World. Life began, and thrived. All was in balance. Until they started to part from three different sides."

"The Dark side was those of the Dark Wizard or so many thinks it is. Then the Light side, only those with light magic was accepted, their magical core."

"And in the middle come the Neutral side, those who don't choose nor the Light or the Dark side which had Hecate disappointed and ashamed of the gift so she given them."

The people of westeros seem to be registering the text place on the screen as they had no way to understand what was happening.

"Magic? There are magic in her new life?" Lucerys asked excitedly. He was bouncing in his chair cheerfully.

"There are." The Goddess replied to
the cheerfull Prince, the one who
was supose to die that stormy night.

Aegon shaked his head. "That sounds completely foolish."

"Hold your tongue, mortal!" Vhagar growled at the druken boy. "You do not wish to face my fury do you?" Her tone held danger.

"No..." Aegon replied slowly.

Rhaenyra hesitated to ask the angry Goddess a question. 'Fuck it.' She thought.

"Who is Hecate? Is she the Goddess
in my daughter's new life?" She asked curiously, holding her head high. This caught of the attention of many.

"She is. In fact they have more Gods and I am very well acquaitance with them. One of my favorite is Athena, she is in that world, the Goddess of war." Vhagar replied with a smirk.

Shivers run down many's shine.

Daemon smirked. "I need to meet her."

"Many had disturbed Hecate, one of them was Albus Dumbledore, a leader of the light side that defeated two Dark Lord. And he was naturally considered the strongest wizard."

"But never to Hecate, Albus Dumbledore would amways be the thorne in her rose so she have to get rid of him. One and for all."

"And there come in the picture, The Chosen One. A baby will be born on the seven month, she shall bring chaos and peace in a world filled with snakes. Her reign shall be remembered by Gods and fear by those below her."

Daemon raised an eye brow. "A girl,
so the girl of the prophecy could be Jacaera?" He whispered loud enough
for his family to hear.

"It could be." Corlys agreed to his former good son.

[ YEAR 1987. DE LUCA MANOR]

A young girl was shown bent down picking up flowers. When shouts
were heard in the background the
girl peaked up to see an older woman with blonde hair and blue eyes smiling at her.

Rhaenyra's breathed itch, there she was! Her sweet daughter looking the same as she did when she was with her. Her curly brown hair in the air, her eyes was different though.

'Must be from her new parents.' Rhaenyra thought bittersweetly.

"Mother?" Lucerys squeezed his mother's hand gently. He wants nothing more than to comfort her

"I am fine." It was a lie, they both
knew it.

The little girl giggled at the blonde woman and ran to hug her which the elder woman gladly accepted with a soft smile plastered on her face.

"Aunty! Aunty!" The little girl chanted softly, her eyes brighten with light.

"Yes?" The woman tilted her head slightly and slowly her hair followed the movement. "Look! It just grow suddenly when I touched it!" The little girl laughed loudly, her joy lighten the sun, the flowers bloomed.

Baela's eyes shined with amazement. The little girl who is problaby Jacaera was making flowers bloom so easily, it was true magic!

The Green couldn't believe their eyes,
if Rhaenyra have her daughter on her side, they might be done for real this time.

"Guily tripping in, cousin?" Daemon couldn't contain himself from creating his own entertainment. Rhaenys ignored him while Rhaena and Joffrey as well as Daeron were grinning at the sight of magic.

"Ambrosia..." The woman, she
was surprised and worried. Her expression scared the little name
named Ambrosia.

"I-is it bad? Do you not like it, aunty?" She whispered, her lips trembling. She was scared that her aunt would dislike the power held. Her magic. "I-I am a-a freak?" She questioned tearily.

"No-no!" Her aunt placed her hands on her cheek, tucking her long brown hair behind her hair. "You are so much like your mother, so much like my sister." The woman, Petunia De Luca nee Evans said softly.

"You. Are. Perfect." She chuckled and hugged her niece tightly. Ambrosia hugged back tightly, giggling.

"Aww." Helaena whispers in adoration at such cute scene. She kisses her only daughter's forehead, her Jaehaera.

"Her name is Ambrosia?" Aemond raised an eye brown curiously. He watches the younger version of his Jacaera.

"Yes, Ambrosia, her name mean 'Immortal' or 'eternal life'." Goddess Vhagar explained with patience which she rarely have. Specially with someone like Aemond Targaryen.

"Thank you." A soft smile appeared on her face as she quickly get out of her aunt's hold and ran to her uncle with a grin on her lip.

"Uncle Nicholas!" A man around 6'9 was standing and quickly catched Ambrosia. The man named Nicolas, was the second husband of Petunia after divorcing her first husband Vernon Dursley.

Nicholas was from the De Luca family, a pureblood family in Italy, he was the definition of perfection. Since he was from a pureblood family, he was taught the difference between the muggle ( non magical person ) and a pureblood. Yet he married a muggle born.

"What is a pureblood then?" Joffrey asks timidly.

"It's a wizards and witches who have no Muggle blood, Muggle-borns, or half- bloods at all in their family trees." says Balerion.

"Thank you!" Joffrey smiled at the God.

He grinned, his dark brown eyes observing his niece. "How are you doing principessa?" He showered her with kissed on her cheek and forehead.

"Good uncle!"

"Nick...we should tell her about her origin." Petunia said, her eyes held unsureness and worriedness. Ambrosia tilted her head naively, she was naturally confused

Feeling blunt, "You are a witch." He said like it was natural.

"Nick!"

"That's not very nice, uncle!" She was offended at being refered as a witch by her favorite uncle. Till she realized what he was trying to say.

"Dumb girl." Otto whispers, he was very much not aware of the deadly glare he gains from this sole sentence.

"Shut your mouth, Otto." Rhaenyra's sterness shocked many then they remembered that it was about her daughter.

"M-my apology." He gritted his teeth.

Discovering that she was a witch was one of the most beautiful moment in her short life as a child. She was a witch! She could do magic!

But with great power
come great sacrifice.

"I do not like this last sentence." This come from Rhaenys. Guilt was eating her in and out after seeing how alike her grand daughter from Rraenyra was to her late mother.

"Ja!" Aegon III giggled, clapping his tiny hands while watching her only big sister on the huge screen.

Rhaenyra nods slowly.

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Author's notes ━━ Hii my sweet lovers! How are you doing? I am doing fine if you are asking! Well this story won't follow everything in the books because we have a good Petunia who have a brain! No need to thank me (smug)