Chapter 1: The Call of Magic
The early morning mist clung to Dragonstone's cliffs as Linaera Targaryen soared above the island on the back of her dragon, Adrastus. The wind whipped through her silver hair, and her deep purple eyes scanned the horizon as she guided her beloved companion through the skies. She had been riding Adrastus since she was seven, just like her ancestor Rhaenyra, though her bond with the dragon felt deeper than even that of her family's legends. After all, Linaera wasn't just a Targaryen heir—she was also a reincarnator.
In her past life, Linaera had been an ordinary girl on Earth, a reader of fantasy novels and a lover of stories about worlds of magic and dragons. The very world she now lived in had once been a fiction to her—a thrilling escape from the mundane. She had read about the Targaryens, the Iron Throne, and even Hogwarts in a series of books. Now, she was a living part of both worlds, standing at the crossroads of two of the most powerful magical legacies in history.
Adrastus, her dragon, rumbled beneath her, reminding her of the present. It was easy to get lost in the memory of her past life, but here, in the skies, she felt most alive. Here, she was Linaera Targaryen, dragonrider and heir to the Iron Throne. Whatever her past life had been, it was no longer her reality. She had a duty to her family and to her future.
After completing her morning flight, Linaera descended gracefully back to Dragonstone, landing on one of the sprawling terraces. Adrastus roared affectionately before flying off to rest, leaving Linaera to make her way inside, her mind already thinking about breakfast and her beloved family.
As she entered the dining hall, a familiar sight greeted her—her siblings. Jacaerys, only eight years old, was already deep into a Valyrian tome about dragon riding, his brow furrowed in concentration. Jahaerys, ever the lively twin, was animatedly recounting his dream to his sister Jahaera, who listened patiently, her calm nature balancing her twin's endless energy. And then there was Daenerys, the youngest and most cherished by Linaera. Dany sat in her chair, waiting with a cute pout, eager for the food to arrive.
Linaera smiled at the sight of them. In her past life, she had been an only child, but now she couldn't imagine her world without her siblings. She walked over, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads. Jacaerys nodded without looking up from his book, while Jahaerys grinned widely. Jahaera returned the gesture with a soft smile, and Daenerys giggled as Linaera sat beside her, grabbing her hand.
Not long after, their parents entered the dining hall. Rhaenyra and Laena Targaryen, regal and commanding, moved with the grace and confidence of true dragonlords. The servants quickly began serving breakfast as the two women took their seats.
"Good morning, my lovely children," Rhaenyra greeted, her voice warm with affection.
"Good morning, Mother," Linaera and her siblings responded in unison.
Laena's gaze shifted to Linaera, her smile full of pride. "How was your morning flight, Linaera?" she asked in High Valyrian, her tone curious.
"Se ilūziāks, muña. Dragonstone jēda iksis hēzīdor arlī," Linaera replied, switching seamlessly to the language of their ancestors. (It was wonderful, Mother. Dragonstone is as peaceful as always.)
Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled as she joined the conversation. "Jorrāelagon se rūs, issa āeksio?" (Still love the skies, my little heir?)
"Sīr glaesagon," Linaera replied, smiling. (Always flying.)
The morning continued in this comforting rhythm, the Targaryen family conversing in a blend of High Valyrian and the Common Tongue, each voice adding to the warmth of the room. Jacaerys shared insights from his book on dragonriding, while Jahaerys animatedly told everyone about the wild dreams he had the night before, much to Jahaera's quiet amusement. Daenerys, as usual, stole the show with her adorable questions about dragons, much to the delight of her parents.
Just as they finished their breakfast and moved to the living room to relax together, a sudden warning echoed through the halls.
"A magical entity is approaching the territory, Your grace" came the voice of one of the guards.
Laena raised a brow, smiling knowingly. "That must be the owl from Hogwarts."
Rhaenyra's eyes lit up with understanding. "Allow for its entry," she commanded.
Moments later, a small owl fluttered into the grand castle, its wings struggling to navigate the large space. Linaera couldn't help but smile as the owl circled, seemingly lost, before finally perching beside her. It carried a letter sealed with a symbol she recognized immediately—Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She took the letter, her heart quickening in excitement. She had read about this place in her previous life—Hogwarts, a school of magic that she had once dreamed of attending. Now, the reality was even more thrilling. She broke the seal and unfolded the letter, her eyes scanning the familiar words:
Dear Miss Targaryen,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Linaera closed the letter, her mind racing with thoughts of the magical school. "It seems we will need to visit Diagon Alley, Mother," she said, passing the letter to Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra read the letter, nodding with a smile of approval. "Indeed, it is time."
"You and Linaera should go, my love," Laena suggested, her tone pragmatic but affectionate. "I'll stay here with the children. Diagon Alley would be in absolute chaos if we brought them all."
Rhaenyra chuckled softly, agreeing with a nod. "Very well. Linaera, go prepare for our departure. We leave shortly."
As Linaera stood, the excitement swirled within her. Magic ran deep in the Targaryen bloodline, far older than Hogwarts itself. Though they rarely needed wands to channel their power, Linaera knew they would have to adapt to the customs of the wizarding world. It was part of her new life—a life that merged her two worlds into one.
Heading to her chambers, Linaera couldn't help but think of the adventure awaiting her. The halls of Hogwarts were no longer a distant dream but a very real future. Soon, she would walk among witches and wizards, her identity as Linaera Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne and reincarnator from Earth, hidden beneath her carefully composed façade.
The dragon was about to enter a new world of magic, and Linaera was ready.