Harry looked around at the devastation before him. They hadn't been prepared, they thought once Voldemort was dead peace would come. Harry had known better. That she would come for him, to slaughter anyone who got in her way, to wreak havoc on the human world in a way she couldn't in any other realm. She was seeking revenge on his ancestors, killing all of their descendants, all over a petty slight. One that had been centuries old. Harry did not fear his death; after all he'd died once this night, getting rid of the piece of Voldemort's soul that had resided in him for more than 16 years. He'd already seen his life flash before his eyes. He'd seen his parents, and Sirius! He'd been forgiven for his part in his godfather's death. He'd begged for forgiveness for his part in all of their deaths and been forgiven with ease. Neville had forgiven him for not seeing his imminent death. Remus had told him he was where he belonged.
He'd watched his friends die in the second battle. The very first had been Ron, who had run at Hera the moment she came, blocking the decapitation spell sent toward Harry. Hermione died dueling Jonathan Malfoy, he'd gotten past her shields with the Cruciatus Curse and held it until she'd succumbed to all her injuries. Draco died trying to protect his mother from his father. Ginny had died from the switching spell that switched her skin and her insides by Rodolphus Lestrange. McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Hagrid had formed a group and taken down 28 Death Eaters before dying. Luna had disappeared during the battle. Harry assumed she was dead. All his thoughts went quiet when he saw the green light coming to him, encasing him in darkness that was peaceful.
In the darkness Harry dreamed, the detached part of his mind wondering why the hell he was dreaming when he was dead. He dreamed of the first time he'd met Erida; Harry curled up in the darkness breathing shallowly, trying not to disturb his many injuries. He stretched as best he could in the cupboard under the stairs, willing himself not to scream as the lacerations on his back reopened. Harry cursed in every language he knew, three so far, and bit down on the groan as his abused body protested any more pain. He really wished someone would just come and take away his, however they did that he was fine with him given the circumstances. As soon as the thought had occurred there were to loud thuds and simultaneous groans from Marge and Vernon. Harry smirked to himself, imagining their chairs breaking under their weight. This fantasy was ruined by his aunts shrill scream, Harry felt guilty that he couldn't go out there and save her, she had always patched him up when Vernon was out or sleeping. He was great-full to her and his guilt increased when her shriek turned into whimpers. He wasn't surprised to hear someone mutter a point-me spell, and footsteps coming to the cupboard. The lock click gave with some jiggling and Harry wondered at the use of a lock pick to open the lock. The chain clattered against the wall seconds later. The light came before the sound of the door opening and he cringed away from it, the pounding in his head increasing. He heard two quiet gasps behind him and turned over reluctantly to get a good look at the people standing in his cupboard doorway. Expecting to find Death Eaters or Order members, Harry was surprised to find two men he only recognized from memories from long ago. The men, still nameless after all these years, observed him with reserved concern. Harry, uncomfortable with the knowledge they probably knew more about him than he did in less than thirty seconds, gave them a rather pained smile. "Common courtesy says I get a meal, Thank Gods, I'm starving." It wasn't a very good joke, Harry knew, last suppers weren't really tasteful when one was talking about murder. Both men grimaced, understanding immediately what he was saying. "We're not going to kill you Harry, if we had wanted to we would have done so already." Harry only raised an eyebrow, then quickly put it back down when it pulled on the cut healing on the side of his face. Reminded of his injuries, the older man reached in to take Harry out of the cupboard. Despite his rail thin appearance, the man held Harry easily in his arms. The only inclination of pain Harry gave was a pained hiss that came out between his teeth.
The man held Harry away from his body, so not to jostle his injuries while he walked into the sitting room. He was laid on the couch gently, before the man stepped back next to his brother. The only resemblance the men shared were the strangeness of their intelligent eyes and the curls in their hair, although the older mans hair seemed the be held down and flattened out with mousse. Harry raised his eyebrow at that and the mans cheeks turned a bit pink. Harry looked around the room and noticed two women sitting on top of Vernon and Marge. He raised an eyebrow, the women were just as thin as the men and half the height. Vernon and Marge were squirming underneath them but they couldn't seem to buck them off. Harry didn't comment, instead looking around the rest of the room. Petunia was on the other sofa with another woman standing before her, healing her quietly and without comment. Harry found himself liking her instantly; on her face was just the slightest hint of compassion, but otherwise neutral. Where most people would be questioning her angrily, the woman was silent except for the spells she was murmuring to heal Petunia. Dudley sat by his mother holding her hand, a bruise on his face the only outward sign of abuse for the boy. Harry was surprised by this, seeing as Dudley was usually spared because he egged on his father, unless he'd been particularly mouthy. While the two men who had retrieved him were deep into a discussion and everyone else busy, Harry took stock of his injuries, noting that his dominate arm was broken again. He sighed as best he could with two broken ribs; he only had a few broken bones, but he had lacerations all over his body some superficial, others not so much. He also had words carved into his body, the most prominent being the word FREAK written in bold lettering across his chest. It pulled when he breathed and Harry disliked the feeling. He had several burns littering his arms and legs, the most recent were cigarette burns, his uncle had caught him smoking and decided he would teach Harry just how bad it was to smoke.
When Harry was done counting his injuries the woman who had been healing his aunt was in front of him. Harry held in a flinch by sheer stubbornness. He looked at her, slightly defiant, but saw no pity just a cold calculation that made Harry relax. When she looked back up to his eyes, Harry met them steadily. She moved forward, gracefully, and knelt next to him in one fluid motion. She pulled out a beautifully carved wand that was made of a white wood, the wand had runes carved into it and was 11" long. The woman spoke in a low chant Harry didn't recognized and and he felt the lacerations on his body mend together, when Harry looked down the skin on his chest was pulling itself together slowly. It was fascinating to watch so Harry just kept on watching his skin grow back together. Harry hears the clicks before he feels them and sucks in a sharp breath when his bones realign and mend itself. He turns to glare at her and says, "Thanks for the warning." She gives him an amused smirk, " you would rather know and tense up?" Harry glared some more because, yes he would've liked to know first, but telling her that would be a bit not good, so he says nothing.
Harry sits up gingerly, his ribs still tender and turns to face the room. "Mind telling me your names?" The woman nodded and stood up, Harry was surprised to realize she was tiny. She had such a presence he didn't notice it. She spoke before he could really say anything on the matter. "I'm Erida, these are my sisters Aphrodite and Kardia, and these are my sons, Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes." Harry's jaw dropped open a bit, before he laughed incredulously, "You're seriously trying to say that you and your sisters are Goddesses? Specifically the Goddesses of Love, Hate, and Love&Hate?." She looked surprised by Harry's knowledge of mythology, Harry shrugged "I was curious." He said simply, then raised an eyebrow expectantly. She sighed, "I know its hard to believe, but it's the truth 11 centuries ago I came to earth with my husband. I met six wondrous wizards and witches; the first of the six I met was called Merlin, he was a nerdy boy about 16 and working for Prince Arthur. Arthur was a good man, sometimes at least, and Merlin loved him like family, then he was bitten. He left the kingdom soon after, and he met me. I taught him how to control his thirst and he taught me why earthlings were important, he really was an intelligent boy just ignorant. His ignorance, though, had cost him a chance at his mate. Yes I know it sounds crazy , but he really did have a soul mate, or two really. Everyone has at least one. Others have two, Merlin did and he missed his chance with both of them. When he learned of the identity of his mates, he was devastated, he was unreachable for days. He'd been self-recriminating for days, practically catatonic, while he tore himself to pieces.
"He sat alone for days, starving himself, until his blood-lust returned with a vengeance. He had raced into the woods, racing to find an animal before he found a human. He found a herd of moose near a lake and pounced. He drained three mouse before he was sated and he buried their carcasses near the trees, never noticing the figure watching him from the shadows. He was too busy in his own mind to realize he was being followed, while he strolled back to their hut. He walked slowly, dreading his return. Halfway to the hut he finally heard the quiet footsteps behind him. He picked up his pace, moving too quickly to be caught, and climbed up a tree. The man rushed into the clearing, his expression stricken. The man groaned quietly, sitting in the bed of flowers at his feet. Merlin gasped as he caught sight of the familiar face, twisted by grief. The man looked around and shook his head, shoulders hunching. He watched the man for a few minutes before leaping to another branch. The man had caught the disturbance though and looked up quickly. He climbed up the tree quickly, coming face to face with a rather surprised Merlin.
"The mans heart leapt, and he looked over the boy he'd known for too little time. His eyes were different, golden yellow instead of the ice blue they'd been before, and his hair was neater, but he still looked like Merlin. Merlin was looking him over hungirly, his eyes roaming Arthurs face and body for any changes he'd missed because he'd had to leave. He stepped back when he realized exactly what he was doing, and Arthur looked hurt. He reached out and caught Merlins wrist, hearing his breath catch, and gasped at the iciness of his skin, 'bloody hell Merlin, you're freezing, what were you thinking?" Merlin smiled slightly, sadly, before gently pulling his hand away. Arthur was looking at him like he'd never seen him before, Merlin only backed up a bit further, 'you need to go home Arthur, and you need to forget I was ever there.' Merlin turned away when he saw the look on his face, before jumping out of the tree and running off, the guilt eating away at him.
"He made it back to the hut and shut the door as quietly as possible. His efforts were in vain though, because Erida was there sitting by the fire with a mug of coffee. She turned toward him, sadness evident in her cat like eyes. "Why did you run from him?" Merlin looked away ashamed by his cowardly ways. She walked over to him, forcing his chin up so he would look at her, "he could have accepted you." Merlin jerked his face away from her hands and glared at her. "How could he accept a monster? He was raised by Uther after all, a man who hates magic more than anything. Why would he want too anyways? I was just a stupid servant." She eyed him calculatingly, "has Arthur ever showed himself to be just like Uther?" Merlin made a face but shook his head. Erida shook her head sadly and sighed again. She opened her mouth to speak again, when there was a knock at the door. Erida walked to the door, ready for an attack, and opened the door.
"Arthur stood at the door looking desperate, confused, and sad. He was looking around her tiny stature, trying to see inside. When he saw Merlin looking warily at him hope briefly flared in his sapphire like eyes. He let out a hoarse croak of Merlin's name, staring at the boy who had become to mean so much to him in so little time. Merlin had become very still at his name, not even daring to breathe. Erida sighed at the two mortals in from of her, before stepping aside to let the blonde in. He did so, never taking his eyes off of the boy he had thought was dead. 'Why?' he asked hoarsely. Merlin looked away, 'you could not have accepted who I am, what I've become. I am a monster and I did not wish for you to know, for you to hate me.' He did not look at Arthur, he did not want to see the horror or the hurt his words would cause. He felt a gentle hand on his chin, 'I could not hate you Merlin, you idiot.' The gentle smile on his face soothing the sting of his words. Merlin felt hope flare through him, before he squashed it ruthlessly. 'You don't understand, I am not who I pretended to be. I am a wizard, I practice magic knowingly and willingly. On the night of my disappearance I was bitten by a vampire who I killed when he tried to kill me. I was found by Erida and Eurus, they took me into the forest to hunt animals until I had sated my blood lust. They brought me back here after we retrieved my things from Gaius. He agreed to keep what I am and the circumstances around my disappearance secret.'
"Arthur was staring at him strangely, as if he couldn't or wouldn't understand. Merlin felt the pain lance through his body and zero in on his chest, he knew it was a bad idea to tell Arthur about this. He stepped back and removed his chin from Arthurs slack hand. This seemed to snap Arthur out of his daze, and he looks at Merlin before stating, 'you actually thought I didn't notice you were doing magic right at my side?' That was not the answer Merlin had been expecting, 'you knew?' he asked incredulously. Arthur gave a cocky smirk, 'of course I knew, I'm not an idiot.' Merlins was gaping at the Prince, 'why didn't you..?' He trailed off, not sure he wanted the answer. 'if I didn't say anything, Uther wouldn't ever know I knew. I have been protecting you from my father since I realized how important you were, Morgana has been helping me.'
"Merlin looked to Erida and she nodded, Arthur was telling the truth. 'What about me being a vampire? Will that bother you?' Arthur shook his head almost instantly, 'nothing about you could ever bother me.' He had a tender look in his eyes, a look Merlin had only seen once; between Erida and Eurus. Merlin stepped back a bit, unused to this side of Arthur. 'What about Gwen?' Arthur took a step forward, 'A ruse, she said she only wanted to see you happy. She's very much in love with Lancelot.' Merlin took another step back, 'and Morgana? Why would she wish to protect me?' Arthur stepped forward again, 'she loves you just as much as I do.' Merlin's back was against the wall now and his breath caught in his throat, 'love?' he rasped out. Arthur just leaned toward him and placed a gentle kiss to his mouth.
Harry looked at her like she was crazy when she paused. She gave him a dirty look, "so Merlin went back to the kingdom with Arthur, they brought Eurus and I along. We lived in peace for years, Arthur, Morgana, and Merlin madly in love with each other. Years later a witch named Margause, Morgana's sister, poisoned King Uther with magic. To save his life Morgana and Merlin performed a spell in his presence. Uther banished them from the kingdom, he only spared their lives because he thought Arthur would stay if he showed mercy. He was very wrong, Arthur renounced the throne and left Camelot. They lived in peace until Morgana was found to be pregnant. It took two weeks to show that this wasn't a normal pregnancy, that it was in fact Merlins child. Two months through the pregnancy she was ready to deliver, having found that blood helped her stay alive. I helped deliver the baby and Merlin changed her, then Arthur who had demanded that if they were to be vampires then he would be as well.
"Three days later both Morgana and Arthur had finally changed, it had been excruciating, but worth it. When they hunted they found out how their child was; Godric, was stunning Merlin had told them. He had Morgana's Eyes and Merlin's hair, could eat both human food and drink blood. To their surprise, he preferred animal blood to humans blood or formula. The child apparently grew very much every day and aged just as fast both in physical and mental capacity. Before their worry could even build, Merlin told them Erida saw that he would stop growing about seven years after his birth than live as a vampire the rest of his life.
"Seven years passed quickly and Godric became a grown man, who was a vampire. The only marker of difference his fluttering heartbeat and his eyes. While hunting one day Godric came across three vampires, he was wary as his parents kind tended to find his very existence an insult of sorts. He new Erida would've warned him had he been in danger, so he ignored their presence and continued to hunt. Three days later he ran across the same vampires, he knew this time he couldn't ignore them, lest they think him a human and try to kill him. Had they tried, they would find themselves with three angry vampires and two powerful Gods on their hands. He shifted his direction so that they would cross at the clearing that his father had claimed as his own.
"He approached the clearing warily, watching the three vampires watch him. He was nervous to meet them, knowing that he was an abomination in the vampire world. He finally stepped into the light of the clearing, only faintly glowing next to the others. They stared at him unabashedly, confused by his fluttering heartbeat and his flushed cheeks. The man spoke first, 'what are you?' Godric flinched at the blunt question but steeled himself and answered. 'I am a half human, half vampire.' They stared at him in shock and Godric tried to step away, but the man was in his face before he could move an inch. The man started to sniff him, taking deep breaths through his nose, before motioning the two women with him to come over. They started to sniff him as well; Godric gave them a startled look, wondering what the hell they were doing.
"The man spoke again, his voice slightly rough 'My name is Salazar, and these are my mates Rowena and Helga. We have been searching the world for our last mate, we think you are him.' Godrics eye's widened in shock and he took a step away, overwhelmed by the vampires statement. He kept taking steps back before he turned and ran back to the cabin. He heard them running behind him, so he ran harder. He made it to the cabin and burst through the door, leaning on it and trying to calm his racing heart. He looked up to see his parents and Erida looking at him, amused. He huffed before telling the what happened. When he was done Erida's eyes glaze over. 'They are outside of the wards and are very hopeful you'll come out and speak to them.' Godric looked at her seriously, 'are they really my mates?' She nodded and he sighed.
"So Godric met the three vampires and they stayed with us in the cabin for a few years, until they decided to start Hogwarts. They built the school and invited children from all around to learn magic. The school took off from there, building and teaching. Three years after the school opened, two Eternal Phoenix's came to the school. They offered to protect the children and the school for as long as they both shall live. Their names were Serenity and Herald and they had a human form. They also had a form within the school; the room of requirement and the sorting hat. They have kept their promises and will remain secret until the Heir of the Six, which is you. You're are Descended from Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Merlin, Le Fey, Pendragon, Myself, and two of the Peverells."
Harry stared at her shocked before thinking back, and yes that did make sense. He was powerful and smart enough when it came down to it, he had figured out that he had a block on his magical abilities and his mind. It had taken a while but when he felt Voldemort in his head he started to research the MInd Arts. He found a reference to blocks and had researched it until his eyes felt like bleeding. Hermione had helped him stating "If you could throw Voldemort out of your head, but couldn't learn Occlumency there is something wrong." Harry had thought the same. "Would you happen to know who put the blocks on me?" Everyone stared at him in surprise, so he explained his knowledge of blocks and how they applied to him. When he finished the younger of the two men, Sherlock, explained why they were all so shocked. "The woman who put the block on your magic was a Goddess, you shouldn't have been able to produce any more magic than an almost squib." Harry raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised.
Erida seemed to shake herself out of the shock, once more focusing on Harry. "Hera is the Goddess who put the blocks on you. She did this because there was a prophecy stating 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...' After this Prophecy was heard another was made, 'The Heir of Six survives... With a mark unlike any other... He shall find his match in the darkness... And as a whole they shall reign a change in the world...'" Harry stared at her, there were two prophecies dictating his life. "Well fuck.." Harry stated with a frown. He heard a snort and his lips twitched.
He looked back at the people gathered in his aunt's sitting room, "is there anything else I should know?" Erida came and sat in front of him, taking his hands in hers. "The first thing you should know is that I know about the Fealty bond between you and your people. I don't know who all is included in that bond or who has died after they swore their magic to you, but I do know that only myself, my people, and your people know about it." Harry's eyes widened and he immediately sought out the bond, feeling a pang of grief for Neville, who had died at the ministry after succumbing to his previous wounds and the new ones inflicted. He felt the others reach out to him and felt their answering grief. He pulled out of his head to see her studying him intently. "Draco Malfoy, Percy and down of the Weasleys, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Seamus FInnigan, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil, Pansy Parkinson, Terry Boot, Penelope Clearwater, Lisa Turpin, Cho Chang, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Tracey Davis, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and Neville is the one who passed." They were staring again, but Harry was lost inside his memories of Neville.
He was pulled out of his memories by a gently cleared throat, he looked up to see a concerned Goddess in his face. He gave her a weak grimace, "Neville Longbottom was one of the first to swear Fealty to me, but he had a condition. He worded his oath so that I either accepted his terms or I took away his magic, I chose the only option I could. One of his conditions was that I wouldn't tell he was being abused until he was dead. I didn't know that death was so imminent, that he even had injuries, until after he had died. Neville was being abused by his Uncle Algie, in every way you can imagine." Harry allowed some of the anger he felt to bleed into his voice. "Whenever Agusta travels she leaves Neville with Algie, it did not go well for Nev ever, but it was worse the last time, he had escalated to forcing himself upon Neville. I couldn't do anything about it or he would lose his magic. I was bound and it killed him." Harry's voice cracked at the end and he felt guilt and grief, for Neville and for Sirius. He killed them and he couldn't bring them back.
He felt a gentle hand on his chin, tilting his face up to see Erida looking at him sadness and determination in her eyes, "you did not kill them, Sirius was a grown man who knew what he was getting into when he went to the Ministry that night. Neville knew what he was doing when he swore that oath to you, you are not to blame for their deaths." Harry tried to look away from the sincerity in her eyes. He felt tears well up into his eyes, but he blinked them fiercely away, refusing to cry. He finally looked back up, calm again "Is there anything else?" She nodded not quite meeting his eyes, "Albus is dying from a curse, one he contracted from a ring. This ring houses a piece of Voldemort, a demon who possessed Tom Marvolo Riddle when he was 15. Tom Riddle was actually a God who was housed inside Tom, his name is Eurus and he is my husband. When Voldemort sent the Killing Curse at you and it rebounded you released Tom's body from Voldemort. That didn't release the objects that held pieces of Voldemort; A diary, A diadem, Nagini, Helga's Cup, The Gaunt Ring, Salazar's ring, and you. Albus doesn't know Voldemort isn't Tom, but he does know that these objects(and you) hold pieces of Voldemort. At the end of this year he plans to find the Locket and kill it. After that he has planned to force Severus to kill him." She sounded very angry as she said this, perhaps annoyed that Professor Snape was going to have to kill someone against his will.
"The next thing is, you're not the only Potter left, though you are the oldest and the only one in this time at the moment, you have a brother Holden Jove and a sister Holly Jane. Though you're triplets, you were born first and you're heir to the Potter line. Your vaults will be open to you the year you turn 16 because your parents were killed. Your siblings are with your ancestors, and they will arrive when they are needed. The last thing is we need to remove the piece of Voldemort and the blocks, it could kill you. Now pack up, we're going home."
They had gone to Hogwarts to remove the blocks and the piece of Voldemort, and it had nearly killed him and everyone else in the room in the process, but after he had felt amazing. When he was fully rested Erida and her family trained him in everything they could, he had perfected most everything they taught him and had gained abilities throughout. Harry became strong; a warrior.
When Harry woke up he was lying on the ground surrounded by his ancestors, or ancestor and her family. They were all their, in pairs; Erida and Eurus, Nyx and Erebus, Pandora and Adonis, Hypnos and Demeter, Thanatos and Iris, Clothos and Asclepius, Lachesis and Apollo, Atropos and Achilles, Hades and Persephone, Chronos and Ananke, Endymion and Selene, Eris and Moros, Aphrodite and Ares, Kardia and Hephaestus. They were all looking at him hopefully, Erida practically bouncing with energy. "We can go back, Hera messed with the Fates by killing you. Chronos can now interfere, we can go back Harry, but we need you to come with us. Will you?" Harry took a moment to think about it, before nodding enthusiastically. She beamed at him and they joined in a circle around him, Harry stood up, standing between Chronos and Erida. They started to chant in their native tongue, a language literally as old as time itself. A glow surrounded the group and power poured from their cores. The light around them grew blinding, when it dissipated they were gone.
In Number Four Privet Drive, 29 people appeared in the sitting room. There were outraged shouts and a shrill scream from the occupants of said room. "FREAK what are you doing bringing all your freaky friends here, when I get my hand-" He was cut off by two Goddess' jumping on top of him, they pulled out duct tape and taped him up. His sister, Marge, charged at them but was stopped by a flick of Nyx's wrist. She too was taped up, squirming on the floor. Harry got a sick pleasure in watching them squirm helplessly, as he had so many times before. He looked around the room to see his aunt and cousin huddled together on the sofa, Petunia in a defensive pose in front of her son. Harry looked past the Glamours he hadn't noticed on Dudley before, and saw for the first time Derrick Malfoy, son of Alex Malfoy; the youngest of the past generation of Malfoy's. Derrick looked so much like a Malfoy, long and skinny, pale, blonde, and blue. Compared to his cousin, Harry looked like a street thug. He was so annoyed by this his magic decided to help him out. Harry felt his bones lengthen, his skin reshape itself, his hair go slick and curly, his eyes fic themselves, and his scars he had, had in the future appear on his skin. He shifted uncomfortably when the scar at his groin pulled, and saw Erida smirk at him. He scowled and left the room, searching for his things while she explained the situation to his relatives.
He went to the cupboard, wandlessly unlocking it while building up the shields in his mind and around his person. He pulled open the door, grabbing his trunk from the shelf there. He pulled it out, dragging it up the stairs behind him, unlocking the door wandlessly again. He pulled open the door and set about packing his things. He took the things from under the floorboards last; his cloak, his wand, some food rations, and his baby blanket. He put them all in his robes, frowning when he realised the state of them; ripped up and grubby. He walked back down the stairs, his trunk floating along behind him. He made it to the sitting room just in time to see everyone but Erida and Eurus gone. He nodded to her silent question; was he going to change before going to Diagon Alley? He mentally asked her to borrow some of Sherlocks old things and she nodded.
They were preparing to leave when the vision hit them with all the subtlety of the Hogwarts Express. He felt her panic through the mind link and prepared himself for a fight. Erida left in a flash of flames and he followed behind splitting into white orbs and going to their destination. They were going to Bristol South Swimming Pool.