Ask Away
Harry found himself sitting on a cloud. And that's not just a metaphor. He was actually sitting on a cloud, high in the crystal blue heavens, in front of two thrones. The thrones belonged to Zeus and Hera themselves. He stared in awe at them, wondering vaguely if he had gone mad.
"Harry Potter, I presume?" Zeus asked in a hoarse, thunder-like voice.
"Y-y-...yes..." he finally stuttered. Hera smiled at him, charmed.
"Do you have any idea why you are here?" Hera asked, still smiling.
"Is this a dream? Am I dead?""
"No, neither of those. We have been keeping an eye on you lately, Harry, and we know that you've been having a tough life, considering that dreadful prophecy. We were wondering if you had any questions you'd like to ask us." Zeus told him. Harry stared at them blankly, not daring to believe it.
Oh well, he thought. Might as well go along with it, just for the hell of it.
"Anything?"
"Anything. But there is a time limit. You have five minutes."
A million questions flowed into Harry's brain, and he rapidly picked one to ask first.
"Which one of us will die, Voldemort or I?"
"Neither of you can remain alive as long as the Half Blood Prince is living." Hera answered promptly.
"Did my mother really love my father?"
Smiling, Zeus answered, "Absolutely."
"What happened to Snape when he was little?"
Zeus frowned. "That is a very long story, but to say the least, he had an extremely stressful childhood."
"Are people really pre-destined?"
"Some things are pre-destined, but most of the time they choose their pathways and we just guide them to do what's right." Hera said.
"How will I die?" asked Harry curiously.
"Do you really want to know?"
"I'm not sure." Replied Harry meekly.
"Well, I'm not going to tell you. The ignorance will entice you to live a more fruitful life." He stared at Harry. "Anything else?"
"Will Ron and Hermione get married?"
"Most likely."
"Who will I marry?"
"You never will." Answered Hera.
"Oh...really...?" Harry asked rhetorically. He felt extremely let down, but nonetheless pressed on. "What is heaven like?"
"Whatever the one arriving imagines it to be. It is often different for everyone, like snowflakes, or fingerprints."
"And lastly," said Harry. "Which religion is correct?"
Zeus sat forward on his throne. "Every religion." Harry looked puzzled, so he went on to explain. "As long as someone believes in a certain god, that god is alive. And no god is an absolute ruler. We share the earth and its people. Some people believe they are there own god, and that is best, because then they are the only ones to decide their destiny."
"Thank you." Was all Harry could say.
"You are welcome, Harry Potter. Now you will return to earth." With a mighty wave of his hand a bright golden carriage with two white stallions harnessed to it appeared. Harry boarded and it roared down to earth.
Next he found himself asleep at the Quidditch Pitch, wondering what had happened. He had had a strange dream about the Greek gods and that he had been before them and he had asked them questions. A very strange dream indeed.
Thunder rolled.
Lightning struck.