Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Harry Potter belongs to JKR and to WB. I also do not own Apollo. Apollo is a Greek and Roman deity and has been around since the dawn of civilization.
Summary: It is fifth year for Harry Potter and the world as he knows it will be flipped onto its head. He's been kept in the dark and when the dementor attack happens an ally is revealed. The ally's name is Apollo and he will shape Harry Potter into something that the Wizarding World is unprepared for.
Author's Note: First chapter story. A work in progress, in which I am constantly revising, added to, and changing as I go. Please review and tell me what you think.
The Child of Prophecy
Prologue:
Once ago, the Gods ruled over and protected the people of the Earth. They guided, fought for and against, healed, and bestowed many gifts upon the people. One of the gifts that were given was that of magic. This gift was given to the priests and priestesses that guarded the temples of the Gods. The tasks of the priest or priestess were to offer prayers and sacrifices for honor as well as to act a means of communication between the deities and their people. The most famous temple of communication was that of the Oracle of Delphi at the Temple of Apollo. Lord Apollo is the God of the Sun, Prophecy, Music and the Arts, and Healing. When there is a prophecy given, the Lord Apollo is always present to determine the course of the person, in which the prophecy pertains too. The prophecy given on this day, however, will not come to pass for almost 2,000 years.
A bell tolls and Apollo knows that he must race towards Delphi. He can sense that the Oracle is about give an important prophecy. He gathers his horses and within minutes his chariot is burning across the sky. As he nears his temple he notices that his head priest and priestess are standing at the entrance waiting for him. "Lord Apollo, the Oracle has been waiting and she said that it was necessary for you to be here. The Oracle said that this prophecy will bring about a massive change," said the head priest after he and the head priestess bow their greetings to their Lord.
"Does she," exclaimed Lord Apollo as he enters the temple.
They travel in silence until they reach the center of the temple. In the center, there is an alter and behind it, a massive statue of Lord Apollo with the light of the Sun gleaming upon it from the opening in the ceiling. The alter is adorned in a white and blue cloth with incense burning and offers of sacrifice on it. In between the alter and the statue, sits a girl, the Oracle. The Oracle lifts her head as she senses her Lord approaching. The Oracle's eyes go blank and her voice is monotone as she gives forth the prophecy.
The World as we know it will fall.
The Ways of Old, forgotten.
Another will take their place. One God worshipped. Our Gods dismissed and lost.
The Priests and Priestesses persecuted and forced into hiding.
But Magic continues.
One will be born with the Mark of Zeus.
Tragedy, he will know. Tragedy will be his strength.
He will bring about a renaissance of the Ways of Old.
But only if found and protected by Lord Apollo.
Find him, Lord Apollo! Find him, Lord Apollo!
Find this Child of Prophecy!
For if you do not, it will be the ending of the World!
The Oracle finishes speaking and a chill settles in. Lord Apollo can feel the truth of her words in his bones. He knows that she is never wrong and that he must prepare. He nods to his priest and priestess and exits the temple. It's only a matter of time.
As predicted, the prophecy came true. The Priests and Priestesses were hunted because of their magic and refusal to believe in just one god. They went underground, set up their own towns and cities, and started to call themselves wizards and witches. The Gods and magic protected them from the others. But as time passed, many things were forgotten, the Ways of Old and of how they came to be. As each generation comes and goes, the truth and belief of their origins fades. It becomes nothing more than a story that parents tell their children at night.
Lord Apollo searched for many years for the one who bore the Mark of Zeus, but continued to come up empty. He began to despair and was on the verge of giving up all hope, when another prophecy was given. Of one being born as the seventh month dies and that he will be marked as the Dark Lord's equal. 'Perhaps, this child, prophesized as the Dark Lord's equal will be the one who will also bare the Mark of Zeus.'
And so, he watched very closely at those that the Dark Lord targeted. He knew that the war was coming to a head and that something was going to happen. He continued to watch and wait. Finally, after many centuries of searching and waiting, he was not disappointed. On Halloween Night, he found the Child of Prophecy. Not only did Harry Potter lose his parents and defeat Lord Voldemort, but he was marked with a lightning bolt. The Lightning Bolt that is the Mark of Zeus. Lord Apollo went to get the baby when, the Fates appeared. "You must not take him yet. It is not time."
"But he is the one, the Child of Prophecy! I must protect him!" exclaimed Lord Apollo.
"And you will, but not yet! You must wait and observe the child! You will only step in when the time is right and when we say! You cannot fight this, Lord Apollo! Not even the Gods can disobey the Fates! You must wait!"
Lord Apollo knew that he could not go against the Fates, so he grudently agreed. He disappeared into the shadows as he felt another enter the shattered remains of the house. A man in black, enter the room. The sorrow radiated so greatly off the man that Lord Apollo wanted to reach out and offer him comfort, but something held him back. He watched the man cry and scream over the woman's body. He watched as the man pulled himself back together and look at the Child of Prophecy. He was shocked when the man made an unbreakable vow to protect the child in memory of the mother who died to protect him. Once the vow was sealed, the man vanished into the night. And Lord Apollo knew that he found an ally in the man in black that night.
An hour later, the child was taken from his devastated home and placed with his aunt. For fourteen years, Lord Apollo watched as the child was neglected, abused, and used by his aunt, cousin, and uncle, especially his uncle. Many times Lord Apollo wanted nothing more than to rip apart those that hurt and tortured him. However Lord Apollo was bound by the ruling of the Fates, but that would all change.
Chapter 1
A very frustrated and angry Harry Potter laid underneath the window of the kitchen, listening to the news trying to hear about anything that would give him any information connected to Voldemort. Well, he was until Uncle Vernon caught him and chased him out. Now he's walking down the street, destination unknown. All he knows is that he needs to get away before despair eats at him and he does something reckless. He comes to a playground where he sits on the swing and contemplates the lack of communication from everyone this summer.
'I can't believe that Ron and Hermione haven't written to me or respond back to any of my letters! Why are they doing this and what are they hiding? I need to know, especially after last year!', he thought despondently. 'I wish there was some way to find out.' Harry remained in the swing until Dudley and his gang came swaggering over, to torment him. Harry was ready for Dudley though, and it would be a marvelous way for him to vent his anger. "What do you want?!" snarled Harry, with a sneer that would have done Snape proud. As they began to argue, Harry felt a strong sense of foreboding. Something evil was coming for him and it was coming now!
The skies darken, the wind grew cold, and panic began to set in. The last time Harry felt like this was during the third task of the TriWizard Tournament, when he and Cedric were vaulted into the graveyard that would bring about the resurrection of Voldemort. He knew it was bad when Dudley and his gang felt it too. The gang took off; leaving Dudley and Harry behind, and the only thing that Harry could think off was 'what a bunch of cowards! Shit! I have to protect Dudley and get back to Privet Drive!' Quickly, He grabbed Dudley's arm and pulled him into the direction of Privet Drive.
"Come on Dudley! We have to go! NOW!" bellowed Harry. At his urging, Dudley finally began to move. They raced through the field and got to the tunnel under the railway. As they entered the tunnel, it grew cold and the sense of foreboding was stronger than ever. Harry knew that he had to keep him and Dudley moving and not to let his guard down, or else. Then all of a sudden, they were attacked by dementors! Harry was thrown into and pinned against the wall by the dementor as it began to suck his soul out. Harry struggled desperately as he tried to reach for his wand.
'Please, please, please let me reach my wand' he prayed. As his trembling fingers managed to pry it out of his pocket, he was able to stab the dementor in the head. He fell to the ground with a painful thud. Harry skittered across the floor of the tunnel trying to get to Dudley as he saw another dementor feeding upon him. Harry raised his wand to yell out the expecto patronum spell when there was a sudden and bright, blinding flash of light. When the light faded, the dementors were gone and in their place stood a man. The man was adorned in magnificent gold robes with hues of reds and oranges, which reminded Harry of the Sun. The man has shoulder length golden blonde hair, eyes that are as blue as the sky, and his beauty could not be described. The man radiated power, strength, wisdom, and knowledge of events that have yet to happen.
Harry stared at the man for minute before he realized that he had no idea who the man was. He stood in front of Dudley, with his wand held aloft, taking a defensive stance and asked, "Who are you?"
The man responded, "My name is Apollo, Harry Potter. I have watched over you since the tragedy that occurred on that Halloween Night. You are a Child of Prophecy and the key to keeping the Wizarding World alive. I know of events that are to come and I have been sent to you now as those events are being sent into motion."