So, this is my new story. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't one Harry Potter or the Hobbit
Pairings:
Fili/Ianira/Kili
Harry/Thorin
possible Fred/Tom/George
Prologue
Ianira (which meant enchantress in Greek) is the daughter of Hecate and Zeus and the miner goddess of witchcraft and storms. As Hecate's daughter and a goddess of magic, she watches over the Wizarding World, which she and her mother created. She was there when the Founders built the school, when Grindelwald arose, and when Tom attended Hogwarts. She watched as Dumbledore manipulated Tom, a child blessed as a champion of her mother's. She saw the rise of Voldemort, the war, how things turned dark in the world she loved almost as much as Olympus and the Underworld (she's close to Hades, Persephone, and Thanatos, more so than her mother). She watched Harry's birth, had blessed him as her champion, and heard the prophecy linked to him. Heard the plans Dumbledore had for his new pawn. It was as she watched with sad eyes, Harry's life of abuse at the hands of the Dursley's that she decided that something needed to be done. So she revealed herself to a five year old Harry Potter and became his 'guardian angel', as he was fond of calling her. She vowed to protect him from both Dumbledore and Voldemort, to come to his aid when he called. It was a vow she kept.
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The Battle of Hogwarts had just ended and Harry was kneeling on the ground in the middle of the destruction, exhaustion twisting his features. The Elder Wand was clutched in his hand, his eyes never straying from the pile of ashes but a few feet in front of him. Voldemort had been evil, twisted and cruel, but Tom Riddle had been an innocent child, manipulated by a man who wanted glory and power. An innocent who's soul Ianira, his guardian, had saved. When he had appeared in Kings Cross after dying, Dumbledore hadn't been the only one to greet him. The look on the old goat's face when Ianira appeared had been priceless, even more so when she had revealed her identity. After greeting Harry, she had picked up the twisted thing that was Voldemort's soul shard and took out a vial filled with some type of smoke-like substance.
"Tom's soul," she stated after seeing Harry's confused look. "Hades gave it to me after I told him my plan."
"And what plan is that, my dear girl?" Dumbledore asked, almost glaring at the goddess.
"To give him a second chance. As my son."
Harry smiled at his sister in everything but blood. "So he'll be my nephew." he commented.
"Precisely."
"I'm afraid I can't allow that." Dumbledore said, straightening with a grim look on his face. "You will leave Tom here to pass on."
Ianira scowled at the man. "Who do you think you are, making demands and giving me orders? As if you are my superior?"
"A better question would be who are you, my dear girl."
She sneered at him. "I am Ianira, daughter of Hecate and Zeus, minor Goddess of Witchcraft and Storms."
Dumbledore paled, his eyes widening in stunned shock.
Smirking at him, Ianira turned her attention to the creature in her arms. Opening the vial, she gently coaxed the rest of Tom's soul into the small being and let her magic wash over him. In seconds, the pitiful creature morphed into a baby boy with blue eyes that had flecks of whiskey gold and a head of black hair. The babe was asleep, curled into his new mother's arms. Ianira smiled softly and placed a small kiss atop his forehead before turning to her brother.
"I'll see you soon, little brother." she nodded to Harry before vanishing in a cloud of dark green smoke.
Harry shook his head and pushed the memory away, glancing around at the destruction surrounding him. Walls were in ruin, bodies were littering the ground, and blood was sprayed everywhere. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath. The war was over, but at what cost? So many were dead, so many lives were lost. Sighing, he opened his eyes. He was going to be labeled as a hero. He wouldn't get a moment's peace.
"My offer still stands, little brother." a voice spoke from beside him.
Harry jumped and whirled around to stare up at his sister, blinking in shock when he saw her obvious baby bump. She looked to be four months pregnant. "Wha?"
Ianira rolled her eyes. "I'm a goddess, Ry. A pregnancy lasts as long as we want it to."
"Oh... and what offer?"
"To take you away to a different world. To start over where no one knows your story, your past." She said and looked down at her stomach, rubbing it softly with a gentle smile. "I think it'd be good for Tom, too."
Harry was silent for a moment before he nodded. "I'll go."
Ianira beamed and pulled him to his feet. "Good, because I already packed all of your things."
Harry snorted. "Of course you did." he muttered.
"You're not-"
"-going anywhere-"
"With out us."
A familiar pair of redheaded twins popped out of nowhere, slinging their arms around Harry's neck. The twins had been the only two people he had told about Ianira.
The goddess grinned, mischief in her eyes. "How could I forget about my favorite pair of twins. Of course you can come, but know that there is no turning back." she warned them.
The twins nodded. "We know."
"Okay, then grab ahold of me and close your eyes."
Fred and George grabbed a hand each while Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. Chanting in Ancient Greek, she started to glow as pale gold smoke swirled around the quartet, getting brighter as more words were spoken. As the chant drew to a close, the four disappeared with a flash. Hours later in the Wizarding World, Harry, Fred, and George were declared dead.
