3rd Person's Point-Of-View
Date: Sunday, December 21st, 1980 (full moon)
Location: Woods near Godric's Hollow
The crisp winter air filled the secluded woods near Godric's Hollow. The full moon cast an ethereal glow over the landscape, its silvery light piercing through the dense canopy of trees. James and Lily Potter stood in a small clearing, their breaths visible in the cold night air. Clutched in Lily's arms was their infant son, Harry, his green eyes wide with curiosity as he looked around.
James took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with reverence. "Goddess Artemis, we implore you. We seek your presence on this sacred night."
The air shimmered, and a soft, silvery light began to emerge in the clearing. From the glow emerged Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, her silver hair flowing like liquid moonlight. Beside her stood Athena, her gray eyes sharp and wise, a stark contrast to Artemis's ethereal beauty.
Artemis's gaze fell upon the Potters, her eyes widening in shock. "You called for me?"
James nodded, stepping forward. "Artemis, this is Harry. He appeared in our home on July 31st, 1980. We don't know how or why…but he is our son."
Lily gently handed Harry to Artemis, who took him into her arms with a mix of wonder and disbelief. As she held him, Harry's eyes and hair began to change, matching the silver hue of Artemis's own. He looked up at her, his tiny voice filled with warmth and recognition. "Mama Artemis... (turns head to Athena) Mama Athena... I missed you both."
Tears filled Artemis's eyes as she clutched Harry to her chest. "Oh, my little hunter…I missed you too," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion with tears in her eyes. Athena, standing beside her, gently placed a hand on Harry's head, her eyes softening.
"my little scholar, its good to see you" Athena murmured, a rare smile gracing her lips.
James and Lily watched in stunned silence as the goddesses reunited with their son. After a few moments, Artemis turned to them, her expression serious. "July 31st, 1980…the date is significant. It is exactly one year after his birth, the very day he disappeared from Mount Olympus."
James's brow furrowed. "Mount Olympus? Above the Empire State Building in New York City?"
Athena nodded. "Yes, Harry was born there, the son of all the major Greek gods and goddesses. It was a life-saving experiment, a transfusion of Ichor to save him while he grew up in Hera. Athena thought of it quickly, and it worked, turning him from the son of Zeus and Hera to the son of all the gods."
Lily's eyes widened in shock. "We had no idea...Albus Dumbledore comes by from time to time, asking about Harry. It always seems like the first thing he does when he visits."
Athena's expression darkened. "If Dumbledore has anything to do with this, you must look after Harry as his adoptive parents. Artemis, me, and the others will watch over him as best as we can."
Before they returned to Mount Olympus, Artemis and Athena spent two and a half hours with Harry, showering him with love and affection as mothers would to their childern. They told him of his divine heritage, promising that all his godly parents loved him deeply.
As the moon climbed higher in the sky, the goddesses reluctantly prepared to leave. Artemis kissed Harry's forehead, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We will be watching over you, my little hunter. Always."
Athena nodded, her gaze lingering on Harry. "Be strong, my little scholar. We will see each other again soon."
With a final, lingering look, Artemis and Athena vanished into the night, leaving the Potters standing in the clearing with their son, the weight of the evening's revelations settling heavily upon them but feeling lighter as if a weight was lifted off of them.
Harry Potter's POV
Age: 2
Date: Saturday, July 31st, 1982
Location: Room Under the Stairs of Number 4 Privet Drive
The darkness under the stairs was comforting, in a way. The small space was all I had known for the past year, ever since... that night. I clutched the threadbare blanket tightly around my small frame, trying to stave off the chill that seemed to seep into my bones. The Dursleys, my aunt, uncle, and cousin, were anything but kind. They treated me as if I were nothing more than a nuisance, an unwanted guest in their pristine home.
But tonight was different. Tonight marked my second birthday. As I lay on the thin mattress, I couldn't help but remember the events of October 31st, 1981. The night my adoptive parents, James and Lily Potter, were murdered by Lord Voldemort. The green flash of light, the screams, the cold, heartless laugh... it all haunted my dreams, turning them into nightmares.
In my loneliness, a single tear slid down my cheek. I missed them so much. I missed their warmth, their love, and their protection. "Mum, Dad," I whispered into the darkness, my voice barely audible. "I miss you."
I closed my eyes, trying to remember the happy moments, but the memories of that night were too strong. In my desperation, I reached out with my thoughts, calling to the only ones I believed could hear me. My godly parents.
"Please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please, if any of you can hear me, I need you in this hour."
For a moment, there was only silence. I felt more alone than ever. But then, softly, I began to hear voices in my mind, "My sweet child," came the soothing voice of Hera, filled with maternal warmth. "We are here, Harry," Aphrodite's voice chimed in, her tone gentle and loving. "You are never alone, my dear child," Demeter added, her voice as comforting as a mother's embrace. "My little hunter," Artemis's voice was filled with sorrow and determination. "We are always watching over you."
"You are stronger than you know, my little scholar" Athena's wise and encouraging voice rang out. "Our love surrounds you, always," Hestia's voice was warm and filled with an eternal flame of love. "Even in the darkest times, you will find light," Persephone's voice was soft, like a whisper of spring amidst winter.
I clung to their words, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I miss you all," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Why can't you be here with me?"
"We wish we could be there physically, Harry," Hera said, her voice tinged with sadness. "But our domains keep us bound…."
"And your fathers are busy with their duties," Athena explained. "But they send their love and strength to you."
"Know that you are cherished, my child," Hestia added, her voice a soothing balm to my aching heart.
"We are always with you, in spirit and in heart," Persephone reassured me.
As their voices filled my mind, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. They couldn't be here physically, but their love and presence were still with me. I wasn't alone, not truly, "Thank you," I whispered, my heart feeling lighter. "I love you all."
"We love you too, Harry," they said in unison, their voices a harmonious chorus of one in my mind.
I closed my eyes, letting their words envelop me like a warm embrace. I felt a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long while. I would hold on to their love and strength, no matter how dark the days might seem.
As sleep began to take me, I heard Artemis's voice once more, a final reassurance. "Sleep well, my little hunter. We are always with you…watching to keep you safe."
With those words, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that I was loved and watched over by my godly parents.
Age: 5
Date: Wednesday, July 31st, 1985
Location: Greek-styled and Themed Library in Surrey, UK
The library was my sanctuary. Hidden away in Surrey, it was a place of peace and knowledge, filled with books about my godly family. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and scrolls, their spines glinting with gold and silver lettering. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faintest hint of incense, a constant reminder of my divine heritage.
Today, I was deeply engrossed in a book about the history of Mount Olympus. My fingers traced the intricate illustrations of each god and goddess, their stories weaving a tapestry of power and wisdom. I was particularly fascinated by Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. Her bravery and intellect always inspired me when needed like now as I take in the knowledge of my godly family.
As I read, I heard the softest rustle of movement behind me. I turned, my heart skipping a beat when I saw her. Athena, one of my mothers, is standing in the doorway with a small birthday cake in her hands. She wore modern clothing…a simple white blouse and jeans…but her presence radiated an otherworldly grace.
"Happy birthday, Harry," she said, her voice warm and soothing. She walked towards me, the soft glow of the library's lamps reflecting in her gray eyes. "Mum!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my seat. "You're here!"
She smiled, setting the cake down on the table beside me. "Of course, I am my little scholar. I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything, " I looked at the cake, a simple but beautifully decorated confection with five candles on top. "You made this for me?" I asked, my eyes wide with wonder, Athena nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, I did. I wanted to make sure you felt special today. I'm here to spend the whole day with you."
Tears of joy filled my eyes as I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Mum. This is the best birthday ever," She stroked my hair gently, her touch soothing and comforting. "You are so very loved, Harry. By me, and by all of your godly parents., I pulled back slightly, looking up at her with a wide smile. "Can we read together? I want to learn more about you."
Athena chuckled softly, a melodious sound that filled the room. "Of course, my little scholar. Let's sit down and explore our history together."
We spent the day reading and talking, the library echoing with our laughter and the turning of pages. Athena told me stories of the gods and their adventures, of the battles they fought and the wisdom they shared. Each tale made me feel closer to her, and to the vast family that watched over me.
As the sun began to set, we finally lit the candles on the cake. Athena helped me blow them out, her eyes sparkling with pride and love. "Make a wish, Harry," she said softly.
I closed my eyes, thinking hard. I wished for more days like this, filled with love and learning, with my godly family by my side. When I opened my eyes, Athena was watching me with a knowing smile.
"Your wish is our command, my little scholar," she said, her voice filled with promise. "We will always be here for you, no matter what."
That night, as I lay in bed, I felt a warmth in my heart that chased away the loneliness. I was not just Harry Potter, the boy under the stairs. I was Harry, son of the gods, loved and cherished. And with that thought, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the adventures yet to come with my divine family by my side.
Age: 9
Date: Friday, September 15th, 1989
The day had started like any other, with the usual taunts and jeers from the school bullies. I had learned to ignore them, but today they had decided to chase me. Fear and adrenaline coursed through me as I ran, my heart pounding in my chest. Without knowing how, I suddenly found myself on the school roof, looking down at the chaos below.
The police had arrived, and I could see my mother Hera leading them. Her presence was commanding, her beauty and authority impossible to ignore. She spoke with the officers, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. Relief washed over her face, and she gestured for me to stay put as she made her way up to the roof.
"Harry," she called out as she reached me, her voice filled with concern and love. "Are you alright?" I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Mum. I don't know how I got up here." Hera smiled softly, wrapping me in a comforting embrace. "It's alright, my sweet child. Let's get you down safely."
With the police and my mother guiding me, I climbed down from the roof and into her waiting arms as she was the first to go down the latter that used to get me. She held me close, whispering soothing words as we made our way back to the styled-themed library in Surrey, my sanctuary.
When we arrived, I noticed something different. A new door had been added to the library, leading to a small studio apartment. It was cozy and inviting, with everything a boy could need. My eyes widened in wonder as I took in the space, feeling a sense of belonging and warmth.
"Do you like it?" Hera asked, her eyes twinkling with pride. "It's amazing, Mum," I replied, my voice filled with awe. "Is this really for me?" She nodded, her smile gentle. "Yes, Harry. This is your new place of living."
As I explored the apartment, I noticed a fireplace in the corner, its flames dancing merrily. Standing before it was a woman about Hera's height and age, her eyes glowing with an inner fire. Recognition dawned on me after seeing the eyes, and I ran towards her, my heart soaring with joy.
"Momma Hestia! You're here!" I exclaimed, throwing myself into her arms. Hestia's embrace was warm and comforting, her smile filled with love. "Yes, I am, my sweet flame. I am here to welcome you to your new home."
She held me close, her presence filling the room with a sense of peace and warmth. "You deserve a place where you feel safe and loved, Harry. This apartment is a gift from all of us." Tears of happiness filled my eyes as I looked up at her. "Thank you, Momma Hestia. Thank you so much." Hestia kissed the top of my head, her voice soft and soothing. "You are never alone, my dear. We are always with you, watching over you."
The warmth of the couch enveloped me as I sat down beside my mother Hera, her arm draped protectively around my shoulders. The events of the day had left me feeling a little shaken, but being here, in my new home, with my mother by my side, I felt safe and comforted.
As I relaxed into the soft cushions, I watched as Momma Hestia walked into the kitchen. She moved with graceful precision, her hands working swiftly as she prepared food. The kitchen seemed to come alive under her touch, the air filling with the mouthwatering aroma of lamb chops, chicken breast, sirloin steak, tuna, milk, rice, and carrots. I could hardly believe my senses; it was as if every one of my favorite foods was being made just for me.
I smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and warmth. "Momma Hestia's cooking is the best," I murmured, my stomach growling in anticipation. Hera chuckled softly, squeezing my shoulder. "She always knows just what you need, Harry. We all do."
As I waited for the food to be ready, I noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The library door creaked open, and I turned my head to see momma Athena stepping into the room. Her usually calm and composed face was marked with worry, her eyes scanning the room until they found me. When she saw that I was safe, her expression softened, and the tension in her shoulders eased.
"Harry, my little scholar…" Athena said softly as she approached, her voice tinged with relief. "....Are you alright?" I nodded, smiling up at her. "I'm fine, Mum. I promise." She sat down beside me, her hand brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. "You had us all worried," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Before I could respond, the door opened again, and I saw momma Persephone and momma Aphrodite enter the room, their faces mirroring Athena's earlier worry. Persephone's usually serene expression was clouded with concern, while Aphrodite's radiant beauty was dimmed by the anxiety in her eyes.
"Harry, darling," Aphrodite said as she rushed over to me, kneeling beside the couch. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm okay mom, really," I assured them, feeling a little overwhelmed by their concern. "I'm safe now, thanks to all of you."
Persephone knelt beside Aphrodite, her hand gently caressing my cheek. "We were so worried when we heard what happened," she said, her voice as soft as a spring breeze. "But seeing you here, safe and sound, brings us such relief."
I glanced around at the faces of my godly mothers, their love and concern evident in every glance, every touch. Despite the fear and confusion of the day, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. They had all come to make sure I was safe, to comfort me and to remind me that I was never alone.
"Thank you," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "Thank you all for being here." Hera pulled me closer, her embrace warm and reassuring. "You are our child, Harry. We will always be here for you, no matter what."
The sound of plates being set on the table drew our attention to the kitchen, where Momma Hestia had finished preparing the meal. The aroma wafted through the room, making my mouth water.
"Dinner is ready," Hestia called, her voice filled with gentle warmth.
We all moved to the dining table, the worries of the day slowly melting away in the presence of family. As I took my seat, surrounded by the goddesses who loved me more than anything, I felt a sense of peace that I hadn't known before.
The meal was as delicious as it smelled, and we ate together, sharing stories and laughter. Each of my mothers took turns asking me about my day, listening intently as I recounted the events. By the time the meal was over, the earlier fear and anxiety had completely vanished, replaced by the comforting knowledge that I was loved, protected, and cherished.
As the night grew darker, and the flames in the fireplace crackled softly, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would face them with the strength and love of my godly family. And for that, I was truly grateful.
After Eating
Living Room
As the warmth of the meal settled in, I leaned back in my chair, feeling content and surrounded by the love of my mothers. Hera, still seated next to me, squeezed my hand gently, her eyes full of encouragement. I knew it was time to tell them what had happened earlier today.
Taking a deep breath, I began, "Mum, something strange happened at school today. I was being chased by the bullies again, and suddenly, I found myself on the roof. I didn't know how I got there, but I was scared."
Hera nodded, her hand still wrapped around mine. "It's alright, Harry. You did nothing wrong. Your magic is strong, and sometimes it reacts to protect you when you're in danger." Athena, sitting across from me, listened intently. "Magic is a powerful gift, Harry. But it can be difficult to control, especially at your age."
Before I could respond, the air in the room shimmered, and a new presence made itself known. The goddess Hecate appeared before us, her dark robes flowing like shadows, her eyes glowing with ancient wisdom.
"Harry," Hecate spoke her voice a blend of mystery and calm. "You have already sensed that you are different, more powerful than most. That is because you are not just a demigod, but also a wizard."
"A wizard?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. "I knew about being a demigod, but a wizard? What does that mean?"
Hecate smiled gently, her eyes softening. "It means, my dear, that you have the rare ability to wield magic in ways that even the gods do not fully comprehend. You are the first British Greek god to possess this power, a unique blend of divine and mortal magic."
The room fell silent as her words sank in. I had always known I was different, but this… this was something entirely new. "So, I can do magic like a wizard from the stories?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder. Hera squeezed my hand again. "Yes, Harry. You have both the power of the gods and the magic of wizards within you."
Hecate stepped closer, her gaze full of warmth and understanding. "If you wish, Harry, with the permission of your other mothers, I would like to become one of your mothers as well. I will guide you in understanding your magic and help you navigate the challenges that lie ahead…not only that I never see one that I could call my son or daughter even though there are thousands of witches and wizards out there"
I looked around at my other mothers, who all nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with pride and love. I turned back to Hecate, my heart swelling with gratitude. "I would be honored to be your son, Mama Hecate."
Hecate smiled, and as she did, I felt a connection to her grow within me, a bond that felt as strong as the one I had with my other mothers.
After a few moments, the air in the room shimmered once more. A spot on the living room table began to glow, drawing everyone's attention. As the light faded, we saw a beautifully crafted wooden presentation box, about 17x9x4 inches, sitting on the table. The box was exquisite, with intricate carvings of ancient symbols and patterns that seemed to shimmer in the firelight.
Curious, I approached the table and opened the box. Inside, nestled in rich velvet, was a Colt Python Revolver. Its 8-inch barrel was adorned with detailed artwork depicting snakes coiling around the barrel and frame, and the polished nickel finish gave it a luxurious and unique appearance. The custom-made grip matched the engravings perfectly, making the weapon not just a tool but a work of art.
A small note was attached to the revolver. With trembling hands, I picked it up and read the words written in a strong, steady hand: "To my son, Harry. I have crafted this revolver carefully, knowing that you may need it one day. It is not just a weapon but a symbol of your strength and heritage. I have made more than just this Colt Python for you; there is also an Enfield L85A1 Bullpup Assault Rifle, among other things, that will come to you when the time is right. Remember, you are the son of gods, and you carry our strength within you. Use it wisely. Your father, Hephaestus."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I read the note, the weight of my father's words settling in my heart. I gently closed the box, knowing that this was more than just a gift; it was a reminder of who I was and the destiny that lay before me.
I looked around at my mothers, all watching me with expressions of pride and love. Hera stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me. "You are so loved, Harry. Never forget that."
Hestia, having returned from the kitchen, joined us, her warm smile filling me with a sense of peace. "This is your home, Harry, and we are your family. No matter what happens, you will never be alone."
I nodded, feeling a surge of strength and determination. I was Harry Potter, son of the gods, and I was ready to embrace whatever the future held, knowing that I had the love and support of my divine family behind me.
Age: 10
Date: Saturday, September 15th, 1990
It had been a year since my life had taken a drastic turn, a year since Hecate had become one of my mothers and a year since I received the Colt Python revolver from my father, Hephaestus. In that time, my life had changed in ways I could have never imagined.
My godly blood, combined with the nutritious meals that Momma Hestia prepared for me, had done wonders for my body. Every day, she made sure I had a small glass filled with nectar and a bit of ambrosia to eat. The results were remarkable. My once small and frail body had grown strong and muscular. At ten years old, I was already taller than most kids my age, standing at 5 foot 2 and weighing 125 pounds…or 8.93 stones, as us British say. My body had the athletic build of a seasoned athlete and the strength of a young bodybuilder. It was as if every trace of the abuse I had suffered at the hands of the Dursleys had been erased.
On this particular Saturday, I was sitting in the living room of my home, a book on archery in my hands. The book was connected to my mother Artemis and my father Apollo, both of whom were masters of the bow. I had been studying their techniques, hoping to one day master the art myself.
As I closed the book, I let my thoughts drift to the things I had learned over the past year. My connection to the gods, my growing powers, and the love and support of my godly family had given me a sense of purpose and strength. But there was still so much I didn't know, so much I had yet to discover about myself and my destiny.
Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, I felt a shift in the air. Looking up, I saw my father Apollo and my mother Aphrodite appear before me. My heart swelled with warmth at the sight of them, but I quickly noticed the serious expression on my mother's face.
"Mom, what's wrong, is something the matter?" I asked my mother Aphrodite, with concern lacing my voice. Aphrodite hesitated for a moment, glancing at Apollo before speaking. "Harry, there's something important we need to discuss with you."
Apollo stepped forward, his golden eyes glowing with divine light. "Harry, there's something unique about your soul, something that only recently came to our attention." I felt a shiver of unease run down my spine. "What do you mean, Father?"
Without answering directly, Apollo closed his eyes and extended his hand toward me. I felt a gentle warmth as his godly power washed over me, scanning my very soul. After a few moments, his eyes snapped open, and I saw a flicker of surprise and concern in his gaze. "Your mother is right," Apollo said, his voice calm but serious. "You are soul-bound to 21 girls." My breath caught in my throat. "Soul-bound? To 21 girls? How is that possible?"
Aphrodite stepped forward, her expression softening with maternal concern. "It seems the bonds were formed on the night Tom Riddle…Voldemort…attacked your adoptive parents, Lily and James, on October 31st, 1981. The bonds were created by fate, binding you to these girls for life."
I felt my heart race as I tried to process this information. "But... how? Who are they?" Apollo placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "One of the girls is Zoe Nightshade, who is closely connected to your mother Artemis. You remember her, don't you?"
I nodded slowly, memories of my mother Artemis speaking fondly of Zoe coming to mind. She had told me about Zoe's life before and after joining the Hunt, how she had become one of Artemis's most trusted Hunters. "But that's only one of the 21," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "Who are the others?"
Aphrodite smiled gently. "I know two of them, Harry. They live in France, and they are sisters. One of them is your age. Their family was close with your adoptive parents." A realization struck me, and I looked up at my mother. "They are Fleur Isabelle and Gabrielle 'Gabby' Delacour," I said, my voice filled with wonder. "They're Pure Veela, French witches…am I right mom"
Aphrodite nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, Harry. Fleur and Gabrielle are among the girls you are bound to. They are special, just like you." I felt a rush of emotions…excitement, confusion, and a bit of fear. "What does this mean for me? For them?"
Apollo squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. "It means that these girls will play a significant role in your life, Harry. The bonds that connect you are powerful, and they were formed for a reason. But you don't have to worry. We will guide you every step of the way."
Aphrodite knelt beside me, her eyes filled with love. "You are not alone in this, Harry. We will help you understand these bonds and navigate the path that lies ahead."
I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle on my shoulders. But with my parents by my side, I knew I could face whatever challenges awaited me. "Thank you," I said, my voice firm with determination. "I promise I'll do my best to honor these bonds and protect those I'm connected to." Aphrodite and Apollo exchanged a proud glance before Aphrodite spoke again. "We know you will, Harry. You're our son, and you have the strength and wisdom of the gods within you."
Time: 11:50 am (1150 hours/ 3 hours later)
The kitchen was filled with the rich aromas of French cuisine. I was halfway through preparing a large lunch consisting of lamb chops, BBQ chicken salad, avocado chicken salad, salmon, rice, ratatouille, and fresh baguettes. The windless magic I had been practicing helped with the setup, as light spells flicked around, arranging the table for the upcoming meal. Everything would be ready in about 20 more minutes, just enough time to let the food settle and perfect the flavors.
As I tended to the lamb chops, making sure they had the perfect sear, three sharp knocks echoed from the door that connected my home to the Greek-styled library in Surrey. I frowned slightly, putting down the tongs and glancing towards the sound. Instinctively, I reached for the Colt Python revolver that was resting on the kitchen counter, feeling its familiar weight in my hand as I cautiously approached the door.
I slowly opened it, prepared for anything with the revolver in my hand near my chest ready for use. But instead of a threat, I saw a familiar and comforting sight. My mother, Aphrodite, stood there, her radiant smile lighting up the room. With her were two girls I hadn't seen in a while but instantly recognized…Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour. Fleur, older and more composed, stood tall beside her sister. Gabrielle, now my age, looked just as I remembered, though a little more grown-up than the last time I'd seen her.
I quickly put the revolver back down and let them in, a smile spreading across my face. "Mother, Fleur, Gabrielle. It's good to see you," I greeted warmly, motioning them into the kitchen. "Good to see you too, Harry," Aphrodite replied with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she ushered the girls inside.
After ensuring they were comfortable, I glanced out the door, checking the library for any other visitors. As I was about to close it, I saw another familiar figure appear, six feet from the door…my mother Hecate. She approached gracefully, holding a box in her hands, her mysterious aura filling the room.
I walked back to the kitchen and set the table with magic after putting the revolver back on the kitchen counter before turning to Hecate, curiosity bubbling up. "What's in the box, Mum?" I asked as she approached.
"A wand," Hecate said with a soft smile, stepping closer to me. "Crafted specifically for you by Ollivander. It's 11 inches, Rosewood, and uses two Veela hairs... hairs from your bonded." She handed me the box, her eyes watching my reaction carefully.
I turned toward Fleur and Gabrielle, their eyes wide with recognition. They both remembered the moment when Hecate had asked for a single hair from each of them. Neither of them had known at the time what it was for, but now the pieces were coming together.
I carefully opened the box, revealing the wand inside. The moment I touched it, I felt a surge of magic course through me, as if the wand had been waiting for me all along. My magic flowed into the wand, and in an instant, a golden glow shot out from its tip, swirling in the air. I felt... complete. Yet, there was something else. Another wand…connected to me somehow…was out there, somewhere.
"I feel another wand," I said, turning to Hecate. "Connected to me."
Hecate's smile deepened. "Yes, Harry. That is true. There is another wand out there for you, one tied to a prophecy that Sybill Trelawney told. A prophecy that even your father Apollo couldn't stop, no matter how hard he tried. It is linked to the man... no, the monster who killed Lily and James."
The gravity of her words hung in the air, the weight of my destiny pressing down on me. I wanted to ask more, to understand fully what this prophecy meant for me, but before anyone could speak, the rumbling of stomachs filled the room, breaking the tension.
We all burst into laughter as the timer for the lamb chops went off, signaling that they were done. The smell of the perfectly cooked meat filled the kitchen, making our mouths water. "Looks like lunch is ready," I said with a grin, heading over to the oven to retrieve the lamb chops.
As I set the platters on the table, the warmth of family filled the room. Despite the heavy topics we had discussed moments ago, the atmosphere was light, and I knew that, no matter what lay ahead, I had the support and love of my godly family. This meal, this moment, was a reminder that I was never alone.
Living Room
I sat quietly in the living room, the ticking of the clock on the wall echoing through the stillness. It was 1:00 p.m. on a calm Saturday, September 15th, 1990. My hands were resting on my lap as I sat between Fleur and Gabrielle, my bond mates. Across from us, my mothers…Aphrodite and Hecate…watched us with gentle smiles. Their presence always brought warmth to the air, even on days like this when something weighed heavily on my mind.
Suddenly, a number came into my head. Twenty-one. It seemed out of nowhere, but it stuck. Then another flashed. Seven. My heart raced. Seven was a powerful number in magic, symbolizing completion, but why was it linked to the number twenty-one?
I glanced at Fleur and Gabrielle. The way they looked at me with such pure love, then hit me like lightning splitting through the darkness. The number seven…the symbol of good and evil. A memory surfaced, pulling me into its dark depths…the attack on Godric's Hollow.
I remembered that night. I was only a baby, but the pieces were becoming clearer now. My parents… Voldemort… his body disintegrating into dust, and that curse, the Avada Kedavra, directed at me. My scar throbbed with the memory, and as the puzzle in my mind came together, a wave of nausea swept over me. My mind was spinning, pushing past its limit…going at 110%…as I recalled the worst part of that night.
A piece of Voldemort's soul. It didn't just fly away. It... latched onto me. It went straight into my forehead, embedding itself in my scar…"Mother Athena! Father, Hades…HELP!" I called out, my voice trembling as I fell back, overwhelmed by the revelation. My chest felt tight as the realization hit me harder than I ever expected. I could feel the dark piece of Voldemort's soul inside me, festering, poisoning me since that night. The thought made me sick.
Fleur's arms wrapped around me instantly, her warmth grounding me as my world spun. Gabrielle's hand found mine, her soft grip steadying my shaking body. But even their love couldn't quiet the storm raging in my head.
Suddenly, with a powerful gust of energy, my parents…Athena and Hades…appeared in the room, materializing out of thin air. Their eyes locked onto mine, understanding flickering in them. Hades stepped forward without a word, his face serious…."Horcrux," I whispered, barely able to speak through the pain. "Seven..."
Before I could say more, Hades knelt beside me, placing his right hand on my forehead. His touch was cool but comforting, like the calming depths of the underworld. He spoke in a deep, ancient language that reverberated through my bones, the magic wrapping around me like a blanket of protection. His fingers glowed, and I could feel the energy pooling where my scar had been for so long.
Athena rushed into the kitchen, her movements swift, grabbing a jar with practiced ease. In sync with Hades, she placed powerful runes along its surface, sealing the jar with ancient magic so strong that no soul, not even Voldemort's, could escape.
I gasped as the burning sensation in my scar intensified. Hades' magic pulled, and I felt something tear away from me…a blackened piece of Voldemort's soul, writhing and twisting in agony as it was yanked from my body. My body convulsed as it was drawn into the jar, the soul screeching before it was sealed away.
The moment the jar was closed, a strange warmth flooded me. I collapsed against Fleur, my body limp from the exertion. For a brief second, my entire body glowed with a golden light. The familiar weight of my scar…was gone.
Then, without warning, two golden ropes shot out from my chest. They extended outward, connecting me directly to Fleur and Gabrielle, the bond between us solidifying, deepening. I could see the astonishment on Aphrodite's face as she watched, her lips parting in surprise before curling into a smile.
"They're fully connected now," Aphrodite murmured, her eyes softening. "Their love, their magic, is fully bound to yours, Harry. The ropes signify it."
But even as she spoke, more ropes…nineteen of them…emerged from my chest, shooting upward toward the ceiling. They stretched out, searching, seeking the others who were bound to me. My heart pounded as I felt them leave, heading toward those I hadn't yet met but knew were out there…waiting…but I knew where one of them was going, Zoe.
For a moment, the room was silent, except for the soft hum of magic still lingering in the air. Fleur kissed my forehead gently, her lips brushing the spot where the scar had been. "It's over," she whispered, her voice full of love and relief. Gabrielle squeezed my hand tighter. "We're all connected now, Harry. We're with you, always."
I leaned into them both but more so to fluer as she was holding me nonetheless, feeling lighter than I ever had before. The weight of the Horcrux was gone, and in its place, the bond between me and my mates, my family, grew stronger, and brighter.
Location: Harry room
Time Skip: 30 minutes later
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of magic in the air. I lay on my bed, head resting in Fleur's lap. Her fingers gently combed through my hair, offering comfort that I desperately needed. Gabrielle sat on my left side, her small hand clasping mine, grounding me as her warmth spread through my body. My mothers…Aphrodite, Hecate, and Athena…stood at the foot of the bed, their presence filling the room with calm power. My father, Hades, was still studying the jar that held a fragment of Voldemort's soul.
Thirty minutes ago, everything had changed. Thirty minutes ago, the number 21 had first appeared in my mind, and with it, the strange and sudden awareness of something powerful…something tied to the blood of Athena flowing through me. It was her blood that gave me clarity, that made me realize what had happened to me at Godric's Hollow all those years ago. The Horcrux. The number seven, with its magical significance, and how it multiplied three times to 21…a number that linked me to the twenty-one soul mates Aphrodite had discovered I was connected to.
I looked up at Fleur, her eyes watching me with love and concern. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and I felt the bond between us grow stronger. Gabrielle smiled at me, the pure affection in her expression making the world feel a little less heavy.
I squeezed her hand, finding comfort in their presence. "The number… it wasn't just random. Twenty-one. It triggered something in me…something from my mother's side, Athena's blood. That's how I knew about the Horcrux... and the power of seven. It multiplied, three times, to reach twenty-one. And... that's how many soul mates I have."
I looked at them both, feeling a mix of awe and disbelief. "Two of them are already here… both of you." Fleur's hand paused in my hair, her eyes widening just slightly as she processed my words. Then her face softened, and she leaned down again, pressing another gentle kiss to my forehead. "We are connected, Harry. All of us. And now, we know." Gabrielle smiled brightly, her hand squeezing mine even tighter. "We're with you, Harry. All of us will be, eventually."
I let out a slow breath, the weight of the truth settling in. "If love can do this... then hate must have done something else. Something darker." Athena, standing tall and proud at the foot of the bed, nodded, her sharp gaze meeting mine. "You're right, my son. It's the dividing force." Before she could continue, my father Hades turned from the jar, his face grim as he spoke. "Riddle divided his soul, not just once, but six more times before the piece that went into you." He motioned to the jar containing the fragment of Voldemort's soul. "This was only one piece. The others… they're out there, hidden. We'll need to find them."
A chill ran down my spine as his words sank in. There were more pieces—more parts of Voldemort out there, waiting to be discovered. I had already faced the terror of having one inside me. Now, knowing that more existed made my heart race with dread. But there was a resolve growing within me, too. Those pieces had to be found and destroyed. I wouldn't stop until they were.
"It will take time," Athena added, her voice steady. "But we will find them, Harry. You won't be alone in this." Hecate, who had been silent, finally spoke up, her tone laced with determination. "For now, though son, you need to recover. And once you're stronger...until you leave for Hogwarts...you will be trained. You'll learn to harness your magic, strengthen your body, and prepare for what's to come."
She paused, glancing at Gabrielle with a knowing smile. "Gabrielle will train with you, while Fleur attends Beauxbatons. You two will learn and grow together." Gabrielle's face lit up with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me. "We'll be a team, Harry."
I smiled at her, the warmth of her enthusiasm helping to calm the unease in my chest. The idea of training together, of getting stronger and preparing for the future, felt like the first step in taking control of everything that had spiraled out of my grasp today. Fleur gently stroked my cheek, her voice soft as she said, "We'll be with you, every step of the way. This is just the beginning."
I nodded, letting her words sink in. My mothers, my father, Fleur, Gabrielle—they were all here. They believed in me. And now, I knew I had a purpose, a goal. We would find the pieces of Voldemort's soul. I would become stronger, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
But for now, I let the warmth of my bond mates and the steady presence of my family wash over me, letting the weight of the day slowly fade away. There was a long road ahead, but with them by my side, I knew I could face it.