This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. Any reviews are welcome, it gives a reason to write when you know somebody is reading.I

Disclaimer: I own nothing, J K Rowling does.

Harry Potter was having a bad day. Not that this was unusual, most days seemed to end with his uncle shouting and beating him and locking him in the cupboard. But 7 year old Harry had other things on his mind today. Harry was walking towards Number 4 Privet Drive after on his way home from school. His cousin Dudley had pushed him down when Harry tried to get on the bus and before he could stand back up the bus was already pulling away. Harry just sighed and started his walk towards his house. Dudley always picked on Harry. His uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia treated him terribly, so Harry just expected the worst from everyone. He had been living with them as long as he could remember, for his parents had been killed in a car crash when he was a baby. He knew nothing about them other than their names, and had no personal items to remember them by. All this was running through young Harry's mind during his walk, mentally preparing himself for whatever chores the Dursleys had planned for him when he finally arrived home. Sweeping his unruly black hair from his eyes and shaking his head, he walked up the driveway and opened the door to his home. As soon as he opened the door he saw Dudley sitting at the kitchen eating a large snack, while his aunt stood at the sink doing dishes. His Uncle looked over and sneered at Harry, causing a shiver to run through his body, already getting ready for the beating he knew was coming. He stood with his hands at his sides and his head bowed in submission as his uncle stalked over to the door.

"Boy, why are you back so late?" his uncle roared, face turning red in anger.

"I missed the bus sir." Harry replied softly. He knew this game well, his Uncle would yell and spit, he would take whatever punishment was dished out, and get sent to his cramped space under the cupboard. He waited for his Uncle to continue his rant, but was met with silence. Harry looked up and with a small amount of shock noticed his Uncle didn't look all that angry. His uncle took a deep breath before speaking in a normal voice.

"Well you are home now. You will not have chores today. The three of us are going out tonight and you will be going to your cupboard. Any question?" Harry couldn't believe his luck. No chores? He quickly answered back.

"No sir." His uncle just huffed.

"Good. We will be back later." Without another word the three Dursleys left Harry standing alone in the entryway. For the first time in many years, Harry was alone in the house without being beaten and locked in the cupboard. He quickly set about making dinner for himself, wondering what possessed his Uncle to forget locking him in the cupboard. He wasn't complaining mind you, but even at 7 years old had lived a hard enough life to know something was going on and it was too good to last. Sitting down in the living room for the first time he could remember, he turned on the T.V. to watch cartoons and eat his sandwich. For an hour or so, Harry felt like a normal kid, laughing without a care in the world. When a commercial came on during a particularly humorous episode, he stood up to go to the bathroom. That is when everything went wrong.

He was in the bathroom washing his hands when he heard it. A loud gong going off, which he had never heard before. He poked his head out the bathroom door and heard talking in the hallway.

"Stupid muggles should be out for a few hours still, the house is empty. Let's see if they have anything of value." Harry wondered what was going on, but was too scared to move. He heard the intruders move into the living room and pause.

"Hey Nott, why would the muggles leave the house with the T.V was on?"

"They wouldn't." This voice was silky, a sneering voice that sounded bored. "That means that somebody is still here."

"Well then Lucius, should we kill whoever is still here?" The third voice said. This was a deep voice, husky and evil sounding. Harry was scared, and was wondering what a muggle was.

"Yes, find whoever is here, but don't kill them. I want a chance to, question them." Harry heard a few chuckles that made his blood run cold. These three were going to kill him. He had to run. He opened the door all the way and took off running. He made it six steps before he heard a voice cry out,

"Crucio!"

Harry fell to the ground screaming in pain. It felt like Dudley and his gang and Vernon were all beating him up at once. No, not beating him, more like stabbing him with burning fire pokers. He couldn't move, all he knew was pain. Then, as quickly as at started, it was over. Harry lie on the ground whimpering and rolled over to his back. How could this man cause so much pain without even touching him? He cracked one eye open and saw the three of them sneering down at him.

"Well well," The tall blond haired man said, "Look what he have…." His voice stopped as Harry's hair shifted and his scar came into view. A thin smirk emerged on his face. "Ah, Potter. Not even looking and we find you in some muggle house. Yes, your death will be most… satisfying." He aimed his wooded stick at Harry.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flew from the tip of the stick full speed at him. He had no idea what was happening, but he was scared. Right before the sickly green light hit him, a bolt of lightning came tearing through the open door and slammed into it. The tall blond man quickly looked over at the door in surprise, but was too late to stop the next three bolts that came blazing in and hitting all three of the intruders in the chest, making them all disappear with a loud crack. Trying to sit up, Harry struggled to his elbows but fell back with a loud cry. His stomach hurt so badly. He began sobbing into the carpet, scared and alone. He didn't notice the man and woman step into the house.

"Do not be afraid little one. You are safe now." The women said in a soothing voice. Harry just sniffed and wiped his eyes. Looking up at the strangers, he noticed that these two looked much friendlier than his last visitors; tall, powerful looking figures, with bronze skin and white hair, while neither of them looked to be old. Almost like grandparents, but also like warriors. Harry was a little nervous, but bravely asked them,

"Wh-who are yo-you?"

The man smiled down at him. "We are friends, and one day you will come to us to learn. But I am afraid that is all I can tell you for now." The Women leaned down and put her hand on Harry's head. Instantly all of the pain he was feeling vanished, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Wow, how did you do that?" He asked eagerly, "Thank you Ma'am. Sir" The Woman gave him a small smile while the Man roared with laughter.

"I haven't been called Sir in, well ever." The women just chuckled and offered Harry her hand. He gladly accepted and stood up.

"Young Harry," She started, "We don't have much time with you here, but the reason we have come is because your life was in mortal danger. We appear to those who are in the most danger and our worthy of our talents. Usually we would take you away to train you, but you are a bit too young. So instead, we will leave here and appear to you next time you need us. When you are closest to dying young Harry, we will reveal ourselves once more and take you back to our home."

Harry had a puzzled look on his face. "Um, OK. I'm not really sure what you mean, but thank you for helping me." The Woman just smiled at him and faded back out. The Man looked back at Harry and grinned before turning to go as well.

"Wait!" Harry said, "What is your name?" The man smirked over his shoulder as he turned shot out the door at lightning fast speed.

"Zeus"

7 Years Later

Harry and Voldemort circled each other, wands drawn. A circle of Death Eaters surrounded them in the small graveyard taunting Harry. Cedric's body lay over by the Tri-Wizard trophy. Harry knew he was going to die, but he would be damned if he was going down without a fight.

"What's a matter Tom?" Harry smirked, "Even after getting a body back you can't beat a 14 year old in a duel?" Voldemort sneered back at Harry.

"Such bold worlds Potter, for a boy who is headed to his grave." Harry stumbled on a tombstone jutting out at an odd angle, and tripped into a pile on the ground, losing his glasses and his wand. All of the Death Eaters laughed at his predicament and Voldemort broke into a large grin.

"Well Potter, seems even walking is too much of a challenge for you. At least you can finally meet your parents once again." He raised his wand above his head.

"Avada Ke-" That's as far as Voldemort got in his spell before a large clap of thunder shook the air followed by a deep booming voice.

"YOU SHALL NOT HARM THE BOY!

Harry watched in shock as lightning struck down all around him, forming a protective shield and blinding the Death Eaters. He used this to his advantage and ran towards Cedric's body, grabbing onto him at the same time he yelled out, "Accio Trophy!" The trophy came soaring into his hand, and he felt the familiar tug behind his navel. Within seconds, he was dumped along with Cedric's body back on to the Quidditch pitch, where the maze was gone.

"Harry!" A girl shrieked. Harry lifted his head and saw Hermione looking at him in shock, before everyone else noticed he was back. People crowded around him and started asking questions all at once. Harry ignored all of them, searching for Dumbledore. When their eyes met, Harry shivered at the cold look in his headmasters eyes. The twinkle that was usually there was absent, replaced by one of sorrow and anger.

"Harry my boy, what happened?" Harry coughed up blood and everyone gasped, but he started speaking anyway, his voice harsh and strained.

"Voldemort, he's back. Killed Cedric, used my blood for some ritual." Dumbledore looked shocked, but before he could say anything, two lightning bolts struck the ground next to where Harry was laying. Hermione and Ginny screamed out, but Harry wasn't hurt. Two figures stood over him, protectively. Harry just smiled up at them.

"Zeus" He croaked out. "I assume you are here to take me?" The older man smiled down at him.

"Yes young Harry, it is time at last. Let us go." Zeus grabbed Harry's hand and hoisted him to his feet. He then looked towards Dumbledore who was looking at him with a sad smile on his face. "Ah Albus, old friend, I am sorry for these circumstances. What young Harry says is true though, Tom has used a blood ritual to obtain a new body. I need Harry for several reasons, which I am sure you understand." Dumbledore shook his head. "Yes old friend, I do. Take care of him." With a last nod at Dumbledore, Zeus and the tall Lady grabbed onto Harry and were gone in a flash of light. Hermione couldn't keep her mouth closed, she was in shock.

"Headmaster, was that really Zeus?" She quietly asked. Dumbledore just nodded once.

"Yes my dear, it was." She looked puzzled.

"Where did he take Harry? What happened, why did the trophy become a portkey, who is that on the ground…" Dumbledore raised his hand to stop her. She abruptly closed her mouth. "Sorry Professor. But, where did they take Harry?" He sighed and looked towards the sky.

"Mount Olympus."