Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Greek gods. JK Rowling owns the rights to Harry Potter and whoever first wrote the Greek myths.
CHAPTER 1 THE AWAKENING
On a clear summer's day two days after one of her two best friends birthday, Hermione found the newly fifteen-year-old Harry Potter sitting underneath a spreading oak looking at his hands. "What's up mate!" Exclaimed her other best friend Ron Weasley. He sat his tall lanky form down beside Harry's shorter form. Hermione noticing that Harry hadn't replied to Ron's inquiries asked as she sat down on Harry's other side, "what's the matter Harry?"
Harry looked up and smiled sadly at his two best friends. Hermione gasped when she looked into Harry's emerald eyes. They were now way too old for someone so young. Harry smiled sadly again. Ron had also noticed his friend's eyes but was in too much of a shock to let out any noise whatsoever.
Harry sighed again and said with a wan smile, "I guess, I need more practice on hiding my true age now."
"W – what do you mean?" Ron managed to stammer out before Hermione could ask her questions.
Without answering Harry got up and walked a few steps away and turned around to look at his two best friends to make sure they were still watching him. Then he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly and as he did so the shadows of the trees which he was standing under started to melt away and in their place was a shining light that surrounded Harry pulsing ever so gently. Hermione got up and walked closer to Harry who in turn backed away. He raised his hands and said, "Hermione, don't touch me right now. If you do, there will be nothing left of you except a pile of ashes. Let me return to normal." And as he did so he looked into Hermione's gradually understanding eyes. He smiled warily at her again and said, "I take it that you're beginning to understand what the pulsing light means. But know this that was only a fraction of what it really is."
"But Harry, if I'm assuming what that light means, how can it be true? The Greek gods were just myths to everybody except for those who deeply believe in them."
"Hermione, it is true," Harry said placing a hand on her shoulder now that he was back to normal. "I am true."
"How?" Hermione breathed in awe.
But before Harry could respond Ron exclaimed, "what are you both on about?"
Harry smiled and sat down again beside his two friends and said, "Many thousands of years ago, the fates, made a rare prophecy. A prophecy that did not leave my own lips." Harry raised a hand to quieten his friends questions, "let me finish this story then you may ask questions." At their nods Harry continued. "This prophecy states: the teller of prophecies shall become a child of prophecies. When the lands are in darkness he shall be the sun. son of a God and Goddess, son of man and woman he shall not lose his divinity or humanity, He will be of both. Immortal of flesh except of old age, sickness and death. The perfect blend of human and divine shall walk the earth in times of great darkness and evil. No deity can duplicate this unity. He shall be marked by evil's hand with the symbol of his father. When darkness rises using his blood shall he awaken fully. When the teller of prophecies and the sun shall become the child of prophecies shall victory blossom to his light. So on my fifteenth birthday of this life I regained my memories and powers of my immortal life. I am still coming to terms with more than a millennium of memories." He once again looked into his friend's eyes and said, "I will understand if you two do not want me around anymore, for I am more of a danger to you. I cannot die by Voldemort's hand immortal now that I am, the spells that would hit me would bounce off of me and hit one of you. Not to mention I hold the sun in me and at times I will have to leave the human world to refresh the sun above us."
There was complete silence as Ron and Hermione digested the eloquent speech of their now centuries old friend. It was Ron who spoke up first and not being his usual dense self said, "Harry, I know I did not understand half of what you just said but I shall not abandon you even immortal that you are. And I believe Hermione feels the same way." At this Hermione beamed at Ron and hugged him over Harry. As she let go of Ron she turned to Harry and nodded fiercely an agreement to what Ron had just said. But before she could voice her own agreement Ron spoke up again, now acting his usual self and said, "what the hell does all that prophecy mean?"
Harry smile was so bright that his two friends had to look away but they smiled in return knowing he was happy that they hadn't shunned him away. But before Harry could respond to Ron's question Hermione with a calculating gleam to her eye turned to Harry and said one word, "Apollo?" Harry just lowered his head in answer. Hermione gasped. This new information was really doing her head in, she was sitting right next to Apollo the god of prophecy and of the sun and he was one of her best friends.
Harry smiled at the look of shock on Hermione's face he then turned and saw that Ron's face was slowly reaching that point as well. Harry sighed, and scooted in front of his friends and snapped his fingers in front of their eyes causing a little spark of golden heat, that startled them back into consciousness. Harry grinned sadly at them and said, "But I am also your friend Harry Potter."