Of Gods And Heroes

by LightningWriter12

The Gods of Olympus are real and they have decided to intervene in the Wizarding World. 14 are chosen and their training for the battle against Voldemort begins. Throughout, they shall learn more about themselves, numerous secrets, and their destinies. 3

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any recognizable thing from it. I do own the plot and a few of the characters that will be mentioned in the next chapter.

Chapter 1

"Our children need help," a somber, red-haired female said as she looked in the seeing pond in the middle of the grove. "You cannot deny them that."

"Hestia!" A muscular man cried as he stood from a table near the pond. "You have finally joined us." Hestia glared at the man.

"Do you not hear me, brother?" She hissed. "Look below, our children are fading. if we do naught, the world will be ruled by the one who has fled our justice." A golden glow surrounded her as she yelled at him.

"She's right," a black-haired female said. "Our world is dying. Guarding our children has always been our job, even if they do not know it." She stood and walked over to the pond, gazing into it.

"Athena," the muscular man whined. Another black-haired female stood, glaring at the man.

"Shut up, Zeus," she hissed. "Athena is correct, as is Hestia. You should not be blinded by your ego, father." She walked and stood by Hestia and Athena. Two more females stood and joined them.

"Artemis, Hera, Aphrodite," Zeus complained. "You too?" The girls shrugged.

"They're right." They said.

"Yes, they are," a gloomy man said. "We shall chose our champions and bring them here. I will inform the old ones of our plans." He stood up and swept out of the meadow. As he left, he called back. "Choose quickly, we'll get them Saturday." Silence reined for a minute or two after he left.

"That's my job," Zeus said in a quiet, put out voice. All the women glared at him.

"But you agree, don't you, Zeus?" The woman called Hera asked. Zeus sighed and nodded.

"Listen to Hades," he told the others. "We'll get them Saturday." A clap of thunder rumbled and everyone stood and left the meadow. Only one was left now. Hestia sighed as she looked into the pond at the children displayed there.

"Worry not," she whispered. "Everything will turn out right." She looked forlornly at the pond once more before she too left the meadow.

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