Harry's P.O.V.
It was dark. That's all I can say. I didn't know where Ron, Hermione, and I were transported, but it was dark. Suddenly, a blinding light erupted through the space, and I covered my eyes. A woman's voice laughed as the space became pitch black once again.
"I have long since waited your arrival, Harry Potter," The voice said. "It is time you knew about your true heritage."
"W-what do you mean?" I asked, my voice shaking. Even in the darkness, I could feel her smile.
"Why Harry," she began. "You and your two friends are all going to the same place! Lucky you, I just happen to be transporting you to a summer camp for you three to learn your true heritage on the last day of school!" suddenly, a warm glow emmited through the room, and I saw the speaker.
She was a young woman with pake skin, and night black hair swirling in the mist that was now forming. Her eyes seemed like black holes, consuming the darkness. She was also carrying two torches, one in each hand, and was wearing dark robes. The space seemed colder with every step she took.
"Don't be afraid," she told me, since I was trembling, unable to reach my wand. "I am the one who gifted your kind with magic! I. Am. Hecate."
Those last words put such a tenseness in the air, I could feel the power circling her. She sneered as I tried to speak, but no words came out. I suddenly grabbed my forehead. I swear I felt more pain than ever. Is she really was the creater of magic, then why didn't we learn about her in history? Or maybe we did...
"Oh deary," she said, sweetness in her voice. "I am the Greek goddess Heacte, goddess of magic! I never comfirmed to the wizarding world I was their creator, but that was a huge mistake!" Her voice rose with each letter. "Now, I shall show everyone the true meaning of dark magic, starting with you and your friends. YOU SON OF POSEIDON!"
Now my mind was swimming. If this lady could possibly be worse than Voldemort, the wizarding world had no chance. But, Greek goddess? We had been told a loooooooong time ago, like, first day of my first year long ago, that all the greek myths and the myth about Hecate gifring us magic had been fake. Myths. But, here she was. Standing less than two feet away from me.
"What?" Was all I was able to muster. But then, she sneered more evilly. Her body mistified into three beings, and my vision went black. The only thing that assured me I was still alive was the grass I felt, and the sudden rush of pine into my lungs.