Draco narrowed his eyes. A man in a black cloak was moving toward Daenerys. Quiet. Purposeful. She didn't notice anything, too focused on the child in front of her, who was handing her some kind of ball.
But Jorah noticed. His hand went straight to his sword, ready to intercept the man.
The cloaked guy moved fast and smooth. Definitely experienced. He reached Daenerys, and instead of attacking, he suddenly slapped the ball out of her hand.
The ball split in two midair, and something crawled out of it.
Draco didn't remember the name of the creature, but he didn't need to. Instinct kicked in.
"Stupefy!" he cast—not on the creature, but on the cloaked man.
Barristan Selmy.
The stunner hit true, stopping the old knight from instantly killing the beast.
Everyone stared, stunned by Draco's sudden appearance. The Disillusionment Charm he'd used wore off the moment he cast his spell. Not the most stable version, clearly.
But Draco didn't care. He was already focused on the creature.
Raising his hand, he muttered a short chant. Ice magic surged forward, freezing the beast solid in a thick layer of frost.
Then he turned. His eyes locked onto the real problem.
The child.
They were frozen in place. Shocked. Clearly not expecting this much resistance. But the moment Draco looked at them, they tried to turn invisible and bolt.
Too slow.
"Stupefy."
Another flash of red. The kid dropped, unconscious before they even took a full step.
"Protego," Draco said calmly.
He'd already anticipated the retaliation.
Jorah's sword came down hard, but the glowing barrier flared to life just in time, deflecting the strike with a sharp clang of metal against magic.
Draco didn't flinch.
His eyes turned cold as he locked gazes with Jorah.
The Dothraki nearby had already surrounded Daenerys, weapons drawn and clearly ready to protect her.
He backed off a step just as Jorah went for a kick, but Draco was faster.
A black tendril shot out from his left hand, crackling faintly with energy. Blackwhip.
The shadowy strand lashed around Jorah's torso and yanked tight, binding him before he could react. Caught off guard, the older man stumbled.
In the next breath, Draco's wand was at his throat.
A soft, glowing white light pulsed at the tip. Wand-Lighting Charm. Harmless. No offensive power.
But in a moment like this? It was enough.
Enough to light up the tension. Enough to make every eye in the square lock onto the boy with the glowing wand, his voice low, steady, and cold.
"Don't," Draco said. "You'll regret it."
Jorah didn't move. His sword arm went still, and his expression tightened. He wasn't backing down, just reassessing. Cold and quiet. The kind of stillness that said he was more than ready to kill if needed.
From where Jorah stood, Draco probably looked like the one who caused all the chaos. Some guy shows up out of nowhere, stuns a cloaked man, freezes a monster, knocks out a kid, and pins the Queen's protector in a blink.
Of course he assumed the worst.
He didn't even check if the man—Barristan—was alive. Just locked in on Draco and went straight into kill mode.
Draco didn't blame him. Situations like this didn't leave a lot of room for calm thinking.
He kept his wand steady. Light still glowing faintly at the tip. Not threatening. Just a reminder.
Then he glanced around.
The Dothraki had already closed in. Not charging, but watching. Waiting.
He figured they had a few reasons.
One: Daenerys hadn't said anything. Without her word, they didn't move.
Two: Jorah was still under control. No need to pile in just yet.
Three: They were cautious. Not scared. Just aware.
The Mother of Dragons finally stepped forward. Her composure was mostly back, but her eyes still carried a bit of shock. Seeing that, Draco couldn't help but wonder—was magic really that surprising to them?
"Who are you?" she asked.
That question made his mind race. No way was he going to start rambling about other worlds or complicated nonsense.
Keep it simple.
"I'm a wizard," he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Daenerys narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"
She was clearly a bit annoyed by the vague answer. Probably meant who are you, not what. But Draco figured she'd let it slide for now. Right now, her focus was more on Jorah, who was still tangled up and on edge.
Draco nodded toward the unconscious kid the Dothraki had dragged back. "That."
Then pointed to the frozen creature still lying on the ground. "And that."
He glanced at her again. "Also… a little compensation, since your guy tried to cut me down for helping."
Daenerys looked like she was about to say something, but Draco raised a hand slightly, cutting her off.
"Look, I didn't attack you or your people. All I did was stop the cloaked guy from killing… whatever that thing was. And caught the warlock kid before he could vanish. Sure, it was mostly for myself. But it ended up helping you too."
He shrugged.
"And yet, your man went straight for my head, and now your people have me surrounded. Doesn't exactly feel like I'm being appreciated for the help," Draco said. His tone was dry but calm.
Daenerys didn't answer right away. She was thinking. And honestly, what he said wasn't wrong. But Jorah attacking him made sense too. He was trying to protect her, and the guy did show up out of nowhere casting spells.
After a beat, she finally spoke.
"How do I know you didn't come here to kill me too? Like him?" She nodded toward the unconscious child still sprawled on the ground.
She knew the man in the cloak—the old knight—wasn't trying to harm her. He was trying to protect her. But the child? That one was clearly the real threat. And Draco… well, he had taken both down. But who really knew his intentions?
"If I was," Draco said calmly, "you'd be lying down like them too.
But unlike them… you'd be dead by now."
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