This is really based on a dream I had after I read the fifth book. It was really strange because it had the book as if it were real and I was reading it. It was kinda wierd because it was out like a year after book 5. Hope you like this.
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Chapter 1: The Visit and the Truth
On Privet Drive in the fourth house that looked like all others on the street, a boy gazed solemnly out the window of his small room. This was no ordinary boy of nearly sixteen, this was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was a wizard, one thought to be the savior of the whole wizarding world. Most know of his adventurous achievements at Hogwarts. And most believe that they know him completely and thoroghly, even his best friends. But that is not so, for Harry has a secret that even he knows not.
Harry sighed and removed his glasses. What was the pointin wearing them anymore when he had better that perfect vision? Folding in the arms, Harry stole a glance at the broken mirror Sirius had given him. Sirius, God how he missed that dog animagus. The boy sighed again and trudged downstairs, he remembered something vaguely dealing with his grandmother. He stopped as soon as he saw his mother's mother.
The elderly woman seemed to be in good shape as she still retained some of her original chocolate hair. She had piercing blue eyes, not the green as he had expected. Her frame was slightly delicate looking, yet she held an air of authority.
"Hello, you must be Harry. I am pleased to meet you. I am your grandmother, from your mother's side. Have you been eating well?" Grandma Evans examined Harry's thin build. She clucked her tongue exasperately. "Honestly, Petunia! The boy is famished! I shall personally see to it that he has a proper meal."
Harry stood in shock at seeing his grandmother worry and scold him for not eating the entire summer. He was still processing the information as he was shooed to the dining table and pushed into a chair by the frail looking woman. He snapped out of it when his whale of a cousin waddled into the room. The oaf stumbled into the granite reinforced chair made for him. Harry caught a look of disgust from Grandma Evans once she saw her other grandson.
"Petunia, you have absolutely spoiled this son of yours! A disgrace if I ever saw one."
"You did and that was Lily." Petunia answered her mother.
"Don't speak of your sister that way." The two had obviously forgotten of the other occupants.
"She wasn't my sister, just some freak you took in."
Harry couldn't stand it anymore. "SHUT UP!!!" He looked at Petunia oddly. "What do you mean my mum wasn't your sister?"
Grandma Evans intervened. "You didn't tell him!? YOU DIDN'T TELL HIM OF HIS HERITAGE!!! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING DAUGHTER!!! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL HIM OF HIS SACRED DESCENT?!"
'Sacred heritage?' Ran through the other three ocupants' minds. "What sacred heritage?" Harry choked out.
Grandma Evans smiled at him. "Lily was the daughter of Apollo and Athena, the Greek god of the sun and goddess of wisdom and war. You are a demi-god, Harry, a very powerful one at that. Lily was sent here as a way to reintroduce the gods to mortal men. It worked in a way when she met James, your father. When you turn sixteen, I believe you will grow into your powers. Shall we eat? I believe the food is getting cold."
The residence uneasily settled back in their seats and picked/inhaled the pork, peas, and potatoes. Harry bid good-bye to Grandma Evans after a couple more hours and dashed upstairs. He checked the digital alarm clock and grinned, only two more hours to his birthday. He pulled out his trunk and began to do his summer homework. He checked the clock again after finishing his Charms essay, five more seconds. Four, three, two, one, Harry was officially sixteen.
There was a flash of brilliant gold and blue light, so bright that Harry had to shield his face. Removing his arm, he gasped at the sight of the two glowing bodies.
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Nice little cliffie for ya. Hmm, Harry a Demi-god? That was part of the original plan, only he was the grandson of Ra. Oh well, I know more about the greeks than Egyptians. Hence the term, "It's all Greek to me."
Draco:Shut up for once I don't see you getting any reviews.
Watch, Gelly Roll! I got DMMSS and am not in the mood for you now.
Draco: O.O Not the During Menstrual Mood Swing Syndrome! AIYEEEEE!!! *runs out of studio*
Hm, didn't know he was THAT scared of it. Anyway, ja.
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Chapter 1: The Visit and the Truth
On Privet Drive in the fourth house that looked like all others on the street, a boy gazed solemnly out the window of his small room. This was no ordinary boy of nearly sixteen, this was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was a wizard, one thought to be the savior of the whole wizarding world. Most know of his adventurous achievements at Hogwarts. And most believe that they know him completely and thoroghly, even his best friends. But that is not so, for Harry has a secret that even he knows not.
Harry sighed and removed his glasses. What was the pointin wearing them anymore when he had better that perfect vision? Folding in the arms, Harry stole a glance at the broken mirror Sirius had given him. Sirius, God how he missed that dog animagus. The boy sighed again and trudged downstairs, he remembered something vaguely dealing with his grandmother. He stopped as soon as he saw his mother's mother.
The elderly woman seemed to be in good shape as she still retained some of her original chocolate hair. She had piercing blue eyes, not the green as he had expected. Her frame was slightly delicate looking, yet she held an air of authority.
"Hello, you must be Harry. I am pleased to meet you. I am your grandmother, from your mother's side. Have you been eating well?" Grandma Evans examined Harry's thin build. She clucked her tongue exasperately. "Honestly, Petunia! The boy is famished! I shall personally see to it that he has a proper meal."
Harry stood in shock at seeing his grandmother worry and scold him for not eating the entire summer. He was still processing the information as he was shooed to the dining table and pushed into a chair by the frail looking woman. He snapped out of it when his whale of a cousin waddled into the room. The oaf stumbled into the granite reinforced chair made for him. Harry caught a look of disgust from Grandma Evans once she saw her other grandson.
"Petunia, you have absolutely spoiled this son of yours! A disgrace if I ever saw one."
"You did and that was Lily." Petunia answered her mother.
"Don't speak of your sister that way." The two had obviously forgotten of the other occupants.
"She wasn't my sister, just some freak you took in."
Harry couldn't stand it anymore. "SHUT UP!!!" He looked at Petunia oddly. "What do you mean my mum wasn't your sister?"
Grandma Evans intervened. "You didn't tell him!? YOU DIDN'T TELL HIM OF HIS HERITAGE!!! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING DAUGHTER!!! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL HIM OF HIS SACRED DESCENT?!"
'Sacred heritage?' Ran through the other three ocupants' minds. "What sacred heritage?" Harry choked out.
Grandma Evans smiled at him. "Lily was the daughter of Apollo and Athena, the Greek god of the sun and goddess of wisdom and war. You are a demi-god, Harry, a very powerful one at that. Lily was sent here as a way to reintroduce the gods to mortal men. It worked in a way when she met James, your father. When you turn sixteen, I believe you will grow into your powers. Shall we eat? I believe the food is getting cold."
The residence uneasily settled back in their seats and picked/inhaled the pork, peas, and potatoes. Harry bid good-bye to Grandma Evans after a couple more hours and dashed upstairs. He checked the digital alarm clock and grinned, only two more hours to his birthday. He pulled out his trunk and began to do his summer homework. He checked the clock again after finishing his Charms essay, five more seconds. Four, three, two, one, Harry was officially sixteen.
There was a flash of brilliant gold and blue light, so bright that Harry had to shield his face. Removing his arm, he gasped at the sight of the two glowing bodies.
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Nice little cliffie for ya. Hmm, Harry a Demi-god? That was part of the original plan, only he was the grandson of Ra. Oh well, I know more about the greeks than Egyptians. Hence the term, "It's all Greek to me."
Draco:Shut up for once I don't see you getting any reviews.
Watch, Gelly Roll! I got DMMSS and am not in the mood for you now.
Draco: O.O Not the During Menstrual Mood Swing Syndrome! AIYEEEEE!!! *runs out of studio*
Hm, didn't know he was THAT scared of it. Anyway, ja.
