Date: January 6th, 1986
Time: 10:55 AM
Location: Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, King's Cross Station, London
The chilly winter air did not stir a single shiver from Harriet Potter as she stood still and calm, her posture straight, her uniform impeccable. Snow dusted the platform but melted instantly where it touched her. The dark navy of her British Army officer's uniform caught the dim morning light, making her stand out among the families saying their goodbyes. Her cap sat squarely on her raven-black hair, which was braided neatly down her back, the end tucked under her collar. Gloves of tight brown leather covered her hands, concealing the faint, divine tattoo etched on her right hand: Mjolnir, the hammer of thunder her divine inheritance from a life beyond mortal ken.
She looked every bit the officer and goddess she had become. Her eyes, though sharp with discipline, held a softness now, watching the chaos of goodbyes and tearful parents. But her own presence on the platform was anything but tearful. It was resolute, composed commanding, even. She didn't feel the cold. She no longer could.
Beside her stood Marry no longer clad in the glittering divine armor that once marked her identity as the living weapon of the gods. Now she wore a more subtle attire, still dignified: a silver-grey peacoat with shoulder straps that hinted at her divine origins, her blonde hair braided like a Norse warrior's. Her gaze was sharp as ever as she scanned the crowd, but a faint smile played on her lips. She leaned slightly toward Harriet.
"You're not going to cry, are you, love?" Marry asked in a teasing whisper, her voice rich with affection.
Harriet smiled back at her, turning just enough to meet her eyes. "I already said goodbye last night, sweetheart. Today, I'm just here to remind Dora that I'll always be watching... and that she still owes me that duel."
A snort came from Harriet's left one of the four British Army soldiers assigned by direct command of Her Majesty. Their expressions were neutral, professional, and utterly confused at times. It wasn't every day they were assigned to stand beside a literal goddess in uniform while guarding an invisible magical gateway. Still, they held position without complaint, forming a tight square around the mouth of the brick wall that was, to those with magic, the entrance to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
From the other side of the barrier, the whistle of the Hogwarts Express echoed softly almost like a heartbeat in a dream.
Then, she appeared. Nymphadora Tonks..with her wild, bubblegum-pink hair shifting to a deep violet as she came through the portal with her school trunk floating behind her. Her tie was already undone. Her coat had a rip in the left sleeve. Her face, though pretending to be all cool confidence, broke the moment she saw Harriet waiting.
She dropped the trunk with a loud clunk and ran straight into her arms. "I was fine until I saw you again, sweetheart," Dora whispered, wrapping her arms around Harriet's waist, pressing her face into the front of the officer's coat.
Harriet hugged her tightly, leaning her head down until her lips brushed Dora's hair. "That's because I make a scene just by breathing," she said quietly, grinning. "You look like war and glory all in one go," Dora mumbled, her voice muffled. "Bloody brilliant, you are."
"Language," Harriet warned playfully. "Oh, please, love." Dora sniffled, her hair flashing bright pink again as she looked up. "You swore like a general last time you lost a poker match to Penny and Fleur."
Marry chuckled behind them. "You did. I remember. You flipped the entire table with one hand, mate." Harriet rolled her eyes. "I let them win."
"Sure you did," Dora grinned, wiping her face quickly before stepping back and summoning her trunk to her side again. "I should go. Before I make more of a mess."
"You already did, sweetheart," Harriet said gently. "But I love you for it." Dora gave her a half-salute and wink. "I'll write. I promise."
"You'd better. I'll send Marry if you don't."
"Damn. That's a threat."
"Not a threat," Marry said, smirking. "A divine promise."
The whistle blew again, sharper this time. Dora hesitated, then stood on tiptoe to press a quick kiss to Harriet's cheek. "I'll miss you, love," she whispered. Harriet swallowed something thick in her throat but managed a steady nod. "I'll be here. Always."
Dora turned and made her way to the train, hopping on just before the final call. As the train started to move, she leaned out the window, waving with a grin on her face that only Harriet and Marry truly understood. That smile was from another time from a lifetime before.
As the red tail of the Hogwarts Express disappeared into the winter mist, the four soldiers waited silently for the signal to stand down. Harriet remained still, her eyes fixed where the train had vanished.
"She's stronger than she remembers," Marry said softly. "She always was," Harriet answered. "All of them are. They just haven't remembered everything yet." She looked down at her gloved right hand Mjolnir, hidden and resting. "But they will."
Date: January 6th, 1986
Time: 11:32 PM
Location: Amazon Triumvirate Triage Tent, Southern Shoreline of Themyscira
Themyscira, the sacred island of the Amazons, was a place untouched by the realm of man, wrapped in sea and cloud and time-forgotten peace. The marble temples shone under moonlight, and warm breezes carried the scent of lavender, salt, and sanctity. But tonight, the wind howled not wild, but wrong. It carried something heavy and unseen, laced with divine urgency.
And then, in a single heartbeat, that stillness shattered. A sudden crack tore through the calm unnatural and fierce followed by a rush of displaced air. From the heavens, or perhaps from the space between worlds, a figure plummeted, slamming into the sand-strewn beach with a wet crunch. Six warrior-sisters on nightly patrol were on the scene before the impact had even settled.
They expected death. What they found was far from it.
There, crumpled on the golden shore, was a woman bleeding, unconscious, and terrifying in the weight of her presence. Her formal military dress blues were torn and dirtied with blood both her own and others but the ribbons, pins, and high honors that adorned it still shimmered with celestial defiance. Even unconscious, she radiated power. Her breathing was ragged, sharp with pain, but steady, unyielding. Her flesh bore gashes some healing before the warriors' very eyes.
When they reached for her, they were shocked by her density three hundred pounds, none of it sluggish or unnatural. Their arms ached as they lifted her between them, muscles straining beneath armor and silk tunics. Yet there was something reverent in their struggle. Something sacred. "She's no mere mortal," one of them whispered. "She bleeds like one," another replied, voice soft with awe, "but she weighs like a demigoddess forged in bronze and lightning."
"She's… beautiful," a third murmured, noting the strong lines of her face, the cut of her jaw, and the long, silver-smooth hair that shimmered like starlight even matted with sand and blood.
They laid her carefully upon the cot inside the triage tent nearest the beach, beneath flickering golden lanterns infused with healing spells. Now horizontal, her full stature became clear six feet, six inches tall, muscular yet elegant, with broad shoulders and a strong, tapered waist that made her uniform cling like tailored armor. Her chest rose and fell in deep, grounded rhythm, even through the pain.
Princess Diana arrived moments later, as though fate itself had pulled her from sleep. She was dressed in her ceremonial white robes, her dark hair braided with the sigils of Athena and Gaia. Her eyes locked instantly on the unconscious woman. And everything shifted.
She felt it an ancient stirring deep in her chest, something her soul remembered before her mind could place it. Her heart stuttered as she crossed the tent, and when she reached out hand trembling, unsure, afraid it was not the hand of a warrior, but that of a woman being reunited with her other half.
Their fingers touched. A golden light exploded between them, rippling with divine energy that painted the canvas tent in celestial fire. Symbols etched in forgotten tongues burst into sight across Harriet's skin on her collarbone, her wrist, just beneath her ribs. Diana's breath caught, her legs going weak as the bond roared to life, bypassing time and memory. She gasped. "You are not mortal," she whispered, voice hoarse, trembling. "You are mine… again."
Harriet's body tensed every nerve alight and her eyes shot open. Electric-blue, burning with godly radiance, they blazed like twin stars, before dimming gently to their mortal shade. She winced, pain lacing her every breath, but her gaze locked on Diana as though she were the only thing grounding her to this reality. "I… know you," Harriet whispered, voice cracked but clear. "Love…"
Diana sank to her knees beside the cot, hands cradling Harriet's face as though she were glass and lightning all at once. "You remember," she choked out, brushing hair from Harriet's bruised cheek. "I thought I was imagining the dreams. But you you were real all along."
"I never stopped being real," Harriet whispered, voice thick with pain and affection. "Just lost." Diana pressed her forehead gently to Harriet's. "Not anymore, sweetheart. Never again."
The warrior-sisters, who had remained silent throughout, now knelt in quiet reverence. They had witnessed a divine reunion. Not just love…destiny. One of their own had been reborn in spirit through this stranger's arrival.
Harriet blinked slowly, each breath still heavy, but her smile small and pained was genuine. "You found me," she said. "I always will," Diana answered, her eyes wet with restrained emotion. "Now rest, love. You're safe." And in Diana's arms, beneath Themyscira's sacred moonlight, Harriet goddess-born, soul-woven, soldier of fate allowed herself to sleep.
Date: January 8th, 1986
Time: 7:11 AM
Location: Temple of Healing, Inner Sanctum of the Amazon Citadel, Themyscira
The morning sun had barely touched the waters surrounding Themyscira, yet within the Temple of Healing, the divine glowed brighter than daylight. Warm light streamed through arched windows, casting golden patterns on the marble floor. The scent of crushed herbs, sea air, and sacred oils lingered gently in the space.
Harriet lay beneath linen sheets woven with Amazonian sigils of healing and protection. Her breathing had evened out, her wounds slowly closing with divine efficiency. She still hadn't moved much, the muscle damage from the trans dimensional tear keeping her still, but her strength was undeniable. Her god-blood pulsed beneath her skin like molten starlight.
Diana had not left her side since the moment of their bond's awakening. She now sat beside the bed on a carved stool, carefully dabbing Harriet's forehead with a cloth steeped in sacred lotus water. The cloth trembled in her hand not from fear, but reverence.
"I remember," Diana whispered softly, brushing a lock of silver hair away from Harriet's closed eyes. "I remember the Elysian fields. I remember us standing together as soldiers of fate. I remember your laughter… and your sword beside mine."
A faint groan escaped Harriet's lips. Diana straightened. "Love?" Harriet's eyes blinked open slowly dull blue at first, then pulsing with a flicker of gold before dimming again. "Sweetheart…" Her voice was raw, but her smile, even half-formed, was radiant. "Youy are Stills here?"
Diana answered, voice thick with emotion to Harriet. "I am never leaving again, You found me… through all of it, through time itself." Harriet chuckled softly. "Of course I did. You're mine. You always were."
The door creaked open, and a group of Amazon warriors entered, led by Queen Hippolyta herself, robed in her royal white and silver, her eyes sharp with the weight of leadership but filled with curiosity. Behind her stood General Philippus and a few chosen healers. They had all heard the whispers the warrior who fell from the sky, not mortal, not Olympian, yet more than both. The one who bore divine scars and whose presence stirred ancient protections buried deep in Themyscira's heart.
They bowed to Diana and then looked upon Harriet with unveiled awe. "She looks like she was carved from Olympus itself," Philippus murmured. "She is more," Diana replied firmly, not even glancing away from Harriet. "She is of Olympus, but also beyond it. She is reborn… and she is mine." Queen Hippolyta stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "You know what this means, child. To be bound to one touched by the full divine line. You are no longer bonded only to Themyscira. Your soul now lies intertwined with a goddess who walks like a soldier."
Diana rose slowly, facing her mother. "And I welcome it. I have never felt more complete, more whole. You raised me to defend truth, Mother. There is no truth greater than what I feel for her." Before Hippolyta could reply, a thunderclap shook the temple. The air thickened. A light radiant and divine spilled through the chamber as a portal of celestial energy opened at the rear wall of the sanctum.
The Amazons instantly drew weapons, but Diana held up a hand. And then, one by one, they arrived. Zeus stepped forward first, lightning coiling gently around his shoulders like a cloak. His beard shimmered with power. Behind him came Poseidon, staff of sea-wood in hand; Hades, cloaked in shadow yet shining with regal grace; Ares, grinning with pride at the sight of Harriet's condition; and Hephaestus, who knelt beside the bed to examine her arm, humming in approval at how the muscle was regrowing.
Hermes appeared next in a flicker of wind and golden sandals, followed by the radiant form of Apollo, strumming a small lyre of energy. Dionysus more sober than usual tilted his head at Harriet and muttered, "She always did like dramatics." Then came the Mothers. Hera, regal and still, eyes gleaming with maternal authority. Hestia, who offered warmth that even Amazons bowed their heads before. Demeter ran her hand over Harriet's chest gently, a vine of gold blooming briefly in her wake. Aphrodite gasped in delight at seeing Harriet's form and Diana's glowing aura beside her. Artemis and Athena stood shoulder to shoulder in silent pride. Persephone came like spring mist in the underworld, while Hecate appeared last, cloaked in shadow and stars.
And then Rhea herself materialized, silver-gold and timeless, her voice echoing across every mind present. "My granddaughter walks again." The Amazons dropped to their knees not from submission, but reverence. Even Queen Hippolyta stepped back in shock. "All of you… You're her family?" Diana remained still, though her hands trembled. "She is Harriet. Daughter of the gods…and now, one of us."
But before anyone could reply, the temple doors opened once more and in walked Marry "Mjolnir" Walson, barefoot on the marble, clothed in a traditional Amazon white combat tunic, the same worn by Themysciran warriors-in-training. Her skin glowed with divine energy, and her presence was unmistakably powerful. But it was the calm smile on her face and the hammer-shaped tattoo glowing faintly on her right palm that drew gasps.
She stepped through the crowd of stunned Amazons, bowed quickly to the Olympians, and looked straight at Aphrodite with playful familiarity. "Well, looks like we found the twenty-fourth," she said softly, voice tinged with teasing pride. Then, she turned toward Diana and pointed directly at her.
"Harriet met her. That's her. The twenty-fourth bound. The one from the dreams, the one from the war, the one she thought she'd lost in the last cycle." Diana blinked. "What?" Marry smiled warmly. "Welcome to the family, love."
Date: January 10th, 1986
Time: 2:39 PM
Location: Arena of Truth and Strength, Themyscira
Themyscira, radiant under the midday sun, was alive with cheers and the rhythmic clashing of wooden blades. The scent of olive oil and sand mixed with the hum of divine energy that lingered across the island since Harriet's arrival. This was no ordinary training day this was the formal Induction of a Sister, one who carried the blood of Olympus, wore a warrior's scars, and bore a soul fused with twenty-four sacred bonds.
Harriet stood tall at the center of the marble-floored training circle, her feet bare, the golden dust of the arena clinging lightly to her calves. Her figure was clad in a traditional white Amazon tunic sleeveless, mid-thigh length, cinched with a crimson sash at the waist, exposing the strength of her broad shoulders and powerful, muscle-carved arms. Her silver hair was braided tightly back, a single lock left free to fall over her left eye. Her tattoo Mjolnir glowed faintly on her right hand as she adjusted her stance.
Despite the formal occasion, her hands were chalked, and sweat glistened across her brow. She had just bested two seasoned Amazon warriors in hand-to-hand combat, disarmed the third with a breathtaking spinning throw, and now stood at ease before a watching crowd yet breathing steady, heartbeat calm.
Across the arena, Diana stood with arms crossed, her own training tunic slightly ruffled from their earlier sparring match. She was smiling, not just with pride, but with something deeper. Something ancient and sacred. "You move like thunder," Diana called, her tone affectionate and teasing. "But you still telegraph your hips before a shoulder feint."
"I was trying to distract you, sweetheart," Harriet replied with a tired grin. "You seemed distracted anyway. Too busy staring at my legs to block my sweep." Laughter rippled through the watching Amazons. "You're insufferable," Diana muttered as she rolled her eyes fondly. "And yet you're the one I'm bound to," Harriet quipped. The moment of banter faded as Queen Hippolyta raised her hand from the high seats of the arena. The crowd fell silent.
"Sister Harriet, reborn of gods and soul-bound by love, has proven her strength, honor, and spirit," the queen declared, her voice rich with reverence. "She is welcome in our ranks, not just by bond…but by blood and blade. Themyscira is yours, Harriet."
Harriet bowed, hand over heart. "I will fight and fall for it, as I would for my bound…and for my family." The cheer that erupted was thunderous. But just as the crowd began to break and the warriors moved from combat stances to relaxed clusters, the wind shifted. Again. Three figures appeared at the edge of the arena not walking, not summoned but still appearing at the eage.
Brunnhilde Samantha Parrington stood first, her braided golden hair wind-tossed and her Asgardian armor still bearing soot and scorch marks. Her face, usually stoic and proud, was painted with worry. Next to her stood Yasaka, her nine shimmering tails fluttering in tension, her golden eyes wide and wet with concern. Finally, Samatha Fireborn, barefoot, her skin flushed with embers barely restrained under her enchanted robes, her wings tight to her back as if on the verge of unfurling. Harriet's joy fell into confusion. "Love? Sweetheart? What..?"
"You've been gone a week," Samatha said breathlessly, stepping forward. "We felt the bond weaken. We thought you…" Her voice cracked. "We thought we were losing you again." Harriet froze, realization blooming across her face. "It's only been two days here." Brunnhilde placed a hand on Yasaka's shoulder as the kitsune trembled. "Time bent around Themyscira. The divine magic that holds this island is…different."
"I could barely feel you," Yasaka added, voice choking. "It was like your soul had dimmed." Before Harriet could reply Aphrodite descended. Not as a ripple of light or a whisper in the wind. She walked from nothingness into the arena like she belonged there. And she did. Draped in flowing rose-gold silks that shimmered like the sunrise, her presence washed over every soul present. The air shifted, heavier with love, longing, and ancient law.
She looked to the three who had arrived, then to Harriet, and smiled softly. "It's not your fault," Aphrodite said gently. "This bond you carry, child…it is sacred, but it is vast. The magic that binds you all together now stretches across lifetimes, bloodlines, and realms. That weight cannot be carried alone." Harriet stepped forward. "What are you saying, Mother?" Aphrodite turned to the assembled crowd Diana, Hippolyta, the Amazons, and the bound.
"Until all the threads are woven, four bounds must always remain within your presence or within the divine boundary of your dwelling. Their closeness nourishes the weave. Any fewer, and the magic that holds you together begins to fray…and fade." The words echoed through the arena like prophecy. "I didn't know," Harriet whispered, heart pounding and scaried. "I didn't feel it."
"Because you would have let yourself unravel before burdening them," Aphrodite said kindly. "You are your fathers' daughter in power…but you are your mothers' child in love." Marry stepped forward from the crowd, standing beside Diana now, both wearing matching expressions of fierce affection and knowing pride. "Well," Marry smirked, tilting her head toward the others. "Looks like we're forming a traveling city." Harriet laughed softly, despite the weight of the moment. "Guess I'm going to need more rooms…and a much larger dining table."
Samatha, Yasaka, and Brunnhilde reached her at last, each placing a hand on her shoulder, back, forearm. Their bond shimmered into visibility a soft pulse of light stretching between all four of them. The breath Harriet had been holding finally left her chest, deep and relieved. And Themyscira, timeless, sacred, free, and welcomed them all.
Time: 11:57 PM
Location: Royal Guest Villa, Bedchamber of Moonlit Calm, Themyscira
Moonlight blanketed Themyscira like a blessing from Artemis herself. The stars overhead shimmered with quiet reverence, ancient constellations dancing in skies untouched by mortal pollution. Within the Royal Guest Villa, nestled among marble terraces and fragrant flowering trees, lay the softly breathing forms of Harriet and her five closest bound.
The room was vast and round, its ceiling open to the heavens, framed by ivy-covered columns. The silken curtains swayed gently, whispering in the sea breeze. On the center bed large enough to host an Amazon wrestling circle rested Harriet, her silver hair fanned across the silk pillow, her powerful arms wrapped protectively around Diana, who lay pressed to her side, one leg draped across Harriet's thickly muscled thigh.
On Diana's opposite side slept Marry, curled beneath Harriet's winged tattooed arm like the god-forged weapon she was, her breathing slow, peaceful. Yasaka, serene and elegant, had settled against Harriet's right hip, her nine tails fanned protectively behind her. Samatha Fireborn, half-curled, emitted gentle warmth as glowing embers danced just beneath her skin. And near Harriet's feet lay Sam Parrington, ever vigilant even in slumber, her Valkyrie instincts barely dulled by dreams.
And yet, all their bodies stilled at once, the moment ticked right on by past midnight. A single breath of divine wind stirred their souls, and then everything shimmered.
Time: Unknown
Location: Dreamspace, the Shore of Themyscira, a Plane Between Worlds
The sound of waves lapping gently against sand brought warmth and clarity. The sky overhead was starlit and endless, with a full moon casting soft silver light across the sea. The air was perfect neither warm nor cold. The breeze tasted of memory and love.
Harriet opened her eyes first. She was standing barefoot on the white-sanded beach of Themyscira, dressed in a simple dream-crafted version of the Amazon tunic, its hem flapping gently around her thighs. Her muscles tensed, relaxed, then stilled recognizing this sacred realm. She wasn't alone.
Figures began to shimmer into place. One. Two. Then three more after aliit while there is twenty-three pairs of eyes looked back at her. Eyes filled with emotion. Recognition. Love. Relief. Harriet's breath caught in her throat. "Sweethearts…" Dora was the first to run. "Love!" she cried, nearly tackling Harriet in a tight embrace. "I felt you again I felt your heartbeat and nearly hexed the ceiling apart in joy!"
Harriet hugged her tightly, burying her face into Dora's shoulder as more girls came forward Fleur, elegant and fierce; Hermione, eyes shimmering with unshed tears; Susan, calm and firm but unable to keep her lip from trembling; Gabrielle who was glowing with joy; twins Padma and Parvati, arms linked and smiling. One by one, the girls approached Harriet, touching her shoulders, her hands, her face. Some cried, Some laughed but they all felt whole again.
Marry stepped up beside Harriet, then Diana, Sam, Yasaka, and Samatha formed a loose circle with her, their hands lightly touching Harriet's shoulders and waist, grounding her in this shared dream. Harriet looked around slowly, letting her gaze pass over every face the girls who followed her through fire and time, through death and rebirth. "I've missed you, all my sweethearts" Harriet said softly, and every voice whispered back at once: "We never left."
Silence fell like a prayer before Harriet gently raised her hand. "There's something you all need to know. Aphrodite explained it to me." Her voice was steady now. "Because of how many of us are connected…the strength of our bond requires balance. That means…" She took a breath and closed her eyes for a moment. "…at least four of you need to be physically close to me at all times. Either near me directly or within the divine reach of the place I'm staying. If there are fewer, the bond begins to strain like it did for you this week."
The realization rippled through them like lightning over still water. "It's why Yasaka, Sam, Samatha, and Marry were the first to feel it," Harriet continued. "They were near. But without the fourth, the weave started to fray… and you all suffered for it. I'm sorry." Hermione instantly, stepping forward with hands balled at her sides said to Harriet. ""Don't apologize, love That's our duty too, to stay connected. You always carried everything on your own shoulders before. Not this time."
"We've waited lifetimes for this bond to become whole," Fleur said, her French accent silky with steel. "If four must remain close, then we shall rotate, non?" Gabrielle giggled, clapping her hands. "I wanna go first!" Alicia with a smirk said to Gabby. "Fat chance, I have already packed my broom." Susan folded her arms. "We'll coordinate. Logistical planning is easy enough. We just need magical anchors and divine allowances."
Dora sighed dramatically. "Just say the word, love, and I'll live in your closet." Diana looked at them all, her eyes shimmering in disbelief and deep, radiant joy. "You're all… so different. And yet, you're perfect for her." Penny says to Diana. "We remember, All of it…Every life…Every war. Every kiss…" Pansy, eyes downcast spoke out the last part "..and single Every sacrifice,". Harriet stepped forward, looking at all of them. "This time… we don't lose anyone. Not to war, not to time, not to fate."
"No more forgetting," whispered Tracey, her hand glowing faintly with dream-magic. "No more dying," added Leanne. And then Diana, who had been quiet for some time, finally spoke again. Her voice trembled but did not falter. "We're twenty-four now." Harriet turned to her. "Yes." Diana sproke all the girls with tone of a member of the bound "Then let's make sure we stay twenty-four and welcome the other four when the time comes". And the girls all lifted their hands, some glowing with wands, others with claws, others with pure will. And the stars pulsed above them, silver and eternal. Bound not by blood, prophecy, or destiny. But by love.
Date: January 11th, 1986
Time: 9:02 AM
Location: Cliffside Landing Grounds, Themyscira
Themyscira awoke to the sound of steel singing in the wind. Sunlight bathed the island's cliffs in molten gold as it crested the horizon, shimmering off marble and ocean alike. The warm breeze stirred palm leaves and olive trees, carrying the scents of salt and citrus across the training fields and sacred halls. Birds cried in the distance. Shields clashed in the arena below.
At the edge of the cliffside landing circle, Harriet stood tall and grounded, the early sun striking her armor like a divine beacon. Her Amazon battle armor, shaped and forged to fit her god-infused body, like it had been kissed onto her skin by Hephaestus himself. The bronze and crimson chestplate framed her well-endowed, powerful torso, cradling sculpted muscle and curves with reverent precision. Her shoulders were broad and commanding, her arms carved in sleek strength. Her thick thighs were braced by greaves of steel and leather, and her height 6 feet 6 inches of divine might and radiant authority made even seasoned Amazons pause.
She exhaled slowly as the breeze stirred her long, silver hair, now tied back into a braided warrior's tail. Beside her stood Diana, clad in her own gleaming armor. The gold of her tiara and the Lasso of Truth on her hip shimmered, but it was her calm intensity fierce and focused, that matched Harriet's aura. At 10 feet 2 inches, Diana was a vision of deadly grace, standing beside her bonded mate with unspoken solidarity.
Marry, Sam, Yasaka, and Samatha waited respectfully in the background near the columned overlook, all wearing light tunics suitable for training later in the day. Each of them stood with poise, but their eyes flicked upward toward the rippling shimmer that signaled the incoming Divine Transit. Harriet's fingers flexed slowly in her gauntlet and spoke out, "They're coming." Diana nodded, her voice soft but strong. "You feel them?"
"I always feel them," Harriet murmured, a small smile touching her lips. "Especially when they're close again." A burst of golden light erupted before them, swirling in gentle gusts of glittering sand. And from the heart of that radiance stepped three figures.
Hermione, her brown curls tucked into a loose braid, wore a breathable linen skirt and a white, short-sleeved blouse her adaptation of 1985 summer fashion blended for island ease. She held a thick satchel slung over one shoulder, likely full of notes, scrolls, and parchments about Themyscira's culture and language.
Fleur, ever elegant, wore a pale lavender sundress with a thin belt and delicate gold sandals. Her Veela aura flared faintly in response to the divine magic that clung to Themyscira's land, but her control was calm, practiced. She lifted her head and smiled radiantly the moment she saw Harriet.
And Gabrielle, small and spritely, bounded forward in a soft blue dress with white stitching. A flower crown sat gently in her blonde curls clearly gifted by one of the French villa's enchanted servants before her departure.
"Ma chérie!" Fleur called out, her voice sparkling with warmth and unrestrained affection. "Look at you!" Harriet laughed, and for a moment, the weight of war, prophecy, and divine legacy faded. "Sweetheart," she said warmly, stepping forward and gathering Fleur into her arms, then Gabrielle next, and finally Hermione, who tried to maintain composure for about two seconds before melting into the hug.
"I missed you so much," Hermione whispered fiercely into Harriet's neck. "You didn't think I'd keep you away long, did you?" Harriet chuckled, brushing her hand down Hermione's back. "You're part of me. You all are."
Gabrielle clung to Harriet's waist, eyes wide as she looked up at the towering Amazon city behind her. "This place is even prettier than the dream."
"And it's even safer now that you're here, sweetheart," Harriet said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
Diana stepped forward then, offering a warrior's nod to the three visitors, though her eyes softened when she looked at Hermione. "You're the clever one who figured out the magical bond structure across distances." Hermione flushed slightly. "I… did, yes."
"You'll find a great deal of our scrollwork useful," Diana said. "The Archives are at your disposal."
"Oh no," Harriet groaned fondly. "There goes Hermione for the week." Fleur giggled. "And where is the arena? I have a score to settle with a few Amazons who mocked my wand work last time." Samatha huffed, mock wounded. "I was the one was the one who mocked you, and I stand by it. Let's go."
Harriet held out her hands to all three, voice soft. "Aphrodite was right. I feel whole again. Not just with you near me, but knowing you're safe, here, and still fighting with me. All of you."
Hermione stepped closer, holding Harriet's hand firmly. "And we're going to keep that feeling alive, love. All twenty-four of us. Every day. You just keep leading us… and we'll hold the line."
As the six women stood there sunlight warming bronze armor, breeze lifting silver and golden hair the bond shimmered invisibly across the ocean, steady and glowing. Harriet was no longer just the reborn daughter of gods. She was the center of a living constellation, each star connected by love, memory, and fate.
And Themyscira, for now, was the place where goddesses walked hand in hand with warriors, and a bond that defied even time began to shine brighter than ever.
Time: 1:17 PM – Sunset
Location: Themyscira – Across the Island and The Hall of Queens
The sun arced lazily across the clear Themysciran sky, painting the island in hues of gold and honey. Beneath that celestial radiance, Harriet and her bonded walked paths that had existed since the time of myth and flame.
Wearing lightweight, custom-tailored Amazon tunics, the women moved with reverence and curiosity each of them warriors, witches, and souls tied by love to the goddess reborn. Harriet walked at the center, her silver braid trailing down her armored back, the wind tugging playfully at the hem of her crimson-trimmed skirt. Her gauntlets gleamed in the light, and though she bore no visible weapon, the mark of Mjölnir, hidden beneath her glove, pulsed faintly with divine power.
"Sweetheart," Hermione breathed beside her, adjusting the leather satchel slung over her shoulder, "this island is a library and battlefield rolled into one. I can feel the wards in the walls."
"And the prayers etched into the stone," Fleur added, her fingers brushing the vine-carved pillars outside the Temple of Athena. "It's as if the walls breathe wisdom."
Gabrielle skipped ahead, wide-eyed and radiant, her voice chiming with awe. "Can we stay here forever? This place feels like… like love made real."
Harriet chuckled warmly, ruffling her youngest bonded's hair. "Maybe for a while, little dove. But eventually, I need to bring all of you together. This is a gift, not a retreat."
They passed into the sacred courtyard, where the Meditation Temple of Hestia welcomed them with gentle warmth and flickering braziers. Inside, Yasaka sat cross-legged on a sun-warmed stone, tail tips flicking calmly as she communed with the divine serenity.
Nearby, Samatha Fireborn knelt before the central flame, her amber eyes glowing softly as it flickered in time with her breathing. Sam Parrington, armor donned loosely for comfort, stood at the edge of the circle with Diana, exchanging quiet words with her half-sister of battle.
"I think this place remembers you, love," Diana murmured, gazing at Harriet with open awe. "You carry our history like a second soul." Harriet smiled, meeting her eyes. "I carry you all."
Later, in the Grand Archives, Hermione was practically vibrating with energy, scrolls laid across marble desks, her fingers moving with practiced ease over ancient text as she translated aloud. Fleur paced between statues of goddesses, her gaze drinking in every symbol. Gabrielle curled into one of the velvet reading couches, reading aloud from a tale of Artemis hunting on moonlit shores.
And then came the arena, with bronze clasheing on bronze. Harsh cries echoed across the coliseum-like ring as Harriet, Diana, and Marry sparred under the watchful eye of General Antiope. The crowd of Amazons watching whispered among themselves not just at Harriet's sheer strength, but her control, grace, and presence. She fought like an Olympian reborn…that is because she was.
Fleur, Hermione, and even Gabrielle joined in, learning basic sword forms and shield stances. Gabrielle pouted through most of it until Harriet praised her grip and she brightened like the sun.
Time: 7:04 PM
Location: Hall of Queens, Themyscira
The feasting hall shimmered with candlelight and starlight. Crystal fountains danced between marble pillars. Flowering vines spiraled across the columns. Lush pillows and gleaming dishes of fruit, meat, and ambrosial wine lined long, circular tables beneath a domed ceiling that reflected the moon above.
Harriet stood near the dais in her formal Amazon robes deep crimson with silver-threaded trim and a chestpiece carved with both the eagle of Zeus and the lily of Hecate chosen over the number of Harriets godley parnets. Her presence was radiant, divine power coiling beneath her skin.
Diana stood at her side, regal and poised in deep purple armor ceremonial only in name. Marry, Yasaka, Sam, and Samatha flanked them. And walking gracefully into the center of the hall came Queen Hippolyta, wearing a gown of gold and seafoam, her crown shining with polished emeralds.
"All of Themyscira bears witness," the queen spoke, her voice echoing. "Tonight, we formally welcome not only a daughter of Olympus reborn but her soulbound into our sacred trust."
The Amazons bowed their heads. Harriet bowed her head, heart pounding not with nerves, but with meaning. "My sisters," Hippolyta continued, "these are not guests of Themyscira. They are of Themyscira. Warriors by right. Witches by fire. Loved by one whose soul echoes the thunder of Olympus and the wisdom of the stars."
She looked directly into Harriet's eyes. "You Harriet are Amazon, in spirit, in blood, and in love." As one, the crowd rose and placed their fists over their hearts. Harriet blinked, then smiled a true, bright, heart-deep smile. She turned to her bound mates, and whispered, "We're home, sweethearts."
Fleur's hand found hers. Hermione brushed her lips to Harriet's shoulder. Gabrielle held tight to her waist, smiling with such warmth it could've lit the room alone. And as the music rose harps and drums echoing ancient songs the feast began. Under moonlight, in the land of immortals, Harriet's new legacy took root.
Date: January 12th, 1986
Time: 9:30 AM
Location: Southern Training Fields, Themyscira
The sun climbed steadily into the morning sky, its golden warmth brushing against the glittering sea and marble halls of Themyscira. On the Southern Training Grounds, a sacred space for warriors in training, the ground thrummed with motion. Blades clashed, sandals dug into soft earth, and commanding voices rang out between sandstone archways and sculpture-lined paths.
Under the watchful gaze of the Amazons, Hermione, Fleur, and Gabrielle were being guided through rigorous combat drills. Clad in tunics adjusted for Amazon movement, each of them bore practice blades of enchanted wood and light bronze bracers as they moved with purpose. Despite the cultural difference, the passion of their shared bond with Harriet gave them strength.
Hermione grunted with effort as she deflected a roundhouse strike, sweat gleaming along her brow. "Your form is strong, sister," her sparring Amazon said with a nod of respect.
Fleur spun lightly, flipping her long braid over her shoulder as she moved into a defensive crouch. "I fight to protect my cœur lié, always," she said, her Veela magic subtly guiding her balance.
Gabrielle, the youngest, dodged and rolled, her blade raised as she parried a heavy downward strike. "They called me 'light-footed' in the dream," she giggled. "Now I understand why."
On the stone balcony above the field, Harriet stood beside Diana, both adorned in full Amazon battle armor. Diana's armor gleamed with gold and crimson war-forged, timeless, queenly. Harriet's, however, bore the mark of divine perfection. The bronze and crimson metal was shaped to the goddess's formidable frame, crafted lovingly by Hephaestus's own hand and kissed with runes of her mothers and fathers. It framed her powerful, well-endowed torso, accentuated the strength of her broad shoulders, and flowed into greaves and bracers that braced her ripped and smoothly muscled legs, thighs coiled with strength and balance.
Diana looked at the field and then at Harriet, a small smile playing on her lips. "Your loves are remarkable."
"They're more than that, sweetheart," Harriet said, her tone soft. "They're the reason I'm whole. Just like you and Marry."
Marry stood a few feet behind them, arms crossed over her chest, watching with quiet pride. She, too, wore Amazon attire though hers shimmered slightly with divine resonance, her true form as Mjölnir never far from the surface.
Suddenly, the ground trembled. A faint echo shook the sands beneath their feet. The sparring stopped. Birds scattered from the tree line beyond the stone walls, and an unnatural stillness blanketed the field.
Then the trees exploded outwar as five female Cyclops, each thirteen feet two inches tall, barreled through the jungle, clad in ancient Greek armor that looked newly forged gleaming breastplates, bronze-plated limbs, and crested helms. Their singular eyes glowed with fury, and their clubs crackled with cursed magic. They roared in unison, barreling directly into the field without warning or parley.
"TO ARMS!" Diana's voice thundered across the field. The Amazons responded instantly, grabbing spears and shields, forming battle lines as warriors dove into action.
Harriet's eyes narrowed. "No..."
The clash was immediate. Spears shattered against thick Cyclopean armor. Arrows bounced harmlessly off enchanted plating. One Cyclops grabbed an Amazon mid-strike and hurled her across the field, her armor cracking as she hit the wall. Another swung a massive mace, slamming Diana off her feet and sending her skidding across the sand, her shield dented and her left arm limp.
"DIANA!" Harriet shouted, the fury in her voice dropping the temperature around her. She ran to her, falling to her knees as she cradled Diana's bloody form in her arms. "Sweetheart, hold on ", Diana gritted her teeth, blood dripping from her mouth. "Both legs broken... arm too." That was the moment.
Time slowed as Harriet stood. Her aura flared, divine and electric. Her heartbeat echoed like thunder, and the air around her shimmered with cosmic tension. The Amazons watched stunned as her body began to shift along with the five cyclops as, Harriet's muscles expanded. Her frame rose, growing right past ten feet, then eleven, twelve, until she stood eye-to-eye with the Cyclopes at thirteen feet two inches tall, a titaness now reborn from the bloodline of gods. Her armor grew with her, reshaping and reforging as it adapted: now adorned with an eagle-crested helmet, a round celestial bronze shield engraved with an eagle entwined with a lion, encircled by runes of her divine parents. In her right hand, a Celestial Bronze Xiphos sword, glowing with crackling energy that match Harriet eyes and her fury.
The first Cyclops charged and Harriet met her with raw fury.
Their blades clashed, Harriet's Xiphos cleaving through the Cyclops's enchanted blade. She spun with divine precision, slicing through the creature's thigh and driving her knee into its stomach, sending it crashing into the dirt before she drove her sword into its head wich she pulls out as, another lunged from behind, and Harriet twisted midair, her shield absorbing the blow before she crushed the Cyclops's helm with a brutal, overhand swing.
A third reached for Gabrielle until Harriet's roar cracked the sky. She hurled her shield, striking the Cyclops square in the head, snapping its neck with a sickening crunch sending it back to her where it slides back to her arm (took this move form captain america form the avengers movies)
As the fifth Cyclops reeled back, four more emerged from the shattered jungle, roaring with bloodlust.
Harriet with her Xiphos sword raised high looked to the heavens and she whispered, "Father, I need thunder." which Zues sent down lightning which slammed into sword as three bolts convered on the weapon which made blade melted into light, reshaping, compressing, until in Harriet's grasp was Mjölnir, the true weapon of divine destruction.
The symbol of Mjölnir glowed brilliant white on her right hand, shining through the gauntlet as Marry, watching in awe, gasped in wordless understanding. "Mate...I understand…I am with you" she whispered as Harriet slammed Mjölnir into the ground, then the sky opened up.
Lightning fell like rain twelve bolts in unison striking the four Cyclops before they could raise their weapons. The earth cracked beneath their feet, and they were incinerated in radiant divine light, obliterated by storm and judgment.
Silence. Dust swirled across the cratered battlefield as Harriet, breathing deeply, her muscles steaming from the divine energy, shrunk slowly back to her normal height. Mjölnir gently retracted into its resting shape, still glowing in her grip. The shield, blessed and bloodied, sank with her, clutched in her other arm.
She dropped to one knee beside Diana, pulling her close again, pressing her forehead to hers. "You're safe now, love," Harriet whispered, breath ragged. "You're safe." Diana, bleeding and bruised, smiled with quiet reverence. "You are storm and salvation, mate."