Plot:
People wanted to believe that the Gods didn't care about the affairs of man but they couldn't be more wrong. A soul has caught the attention of divine force, one with the power to change the world forever.

Rules:
-All affinities welcome but Harry MUST be powerful
-The divine force that Harry must meet/train/befriend Harry is Hectate
-As Hectate's student Harry is taught to master his magic including new kinds of magical powers/abilities
-Harry's new power and stronger magical control unnerves some people
-All pairings are welcome except harems; the one paired with Harry MUST be bound to him in some way (HarryxHectate- bound by a destiny older than Hectate herself upon finding the 'Dark Spark' the Fates foretold her she'd spend the rest of eternity with)
-Hectate either takes Harry away Lily and James' death or rescues him from Privet Drive Rescued from Privet Drive

Guidelines:
-Crossover Not really, scattered references
-Harry/Hectate Accepted
-Super powerful/Godlike Harry Godlike eventually
-Hectate trains Harry to be the new Dark Lord Maybe
-Harry gains a weapon(s) and/or familiar Accepted
-Slash No
-A prophecy speaks of the power Harry is taught Possibly
-Lily and/or James somehow survive that night Maybe

Forbidden:
-Weak Harry
-Harems
-Harry allowing others – including Hectate – to tell him how to use his power
-Harry siding with Dumbledore OR Voldemort as a lesser/servant/pawn

Silent serenity reigned over the meadow as the sun began to rise. The mansion situated at the center was carved from what appeared to be a singular piece of marble by a master. The columns on the porch were reminiscent of the Greek style with what appeared to be rune and sigils imprinted through the stone. Upon a carefully made swing bench two figures sat undisturbed by the slight early morning chill. On the left-hand side of the swing a teenaged female figure sat dressed in a loose set of pajamas and an open bathrobe. Her hair was a shade of black that in the right light it could pass as a glossy dark navy blue that contrasted her relatively tan skin. Mirth danced in silvery-green eyes as her hand, her right one specifically, caressed the raven black locks of her younger companion. He was a pale child of ten going on eleven and his bright green eyes looking up at her made a warmth spark up in her chest. It was such an enamored look that she couldn't help lightly grasping the fine hairs for the briefest of moments. She could do whatever she wanted to him in that moment and she knew he wouldn't say a word against it or complain. He was a good boy, a sweet boy, and that was by itself worth its weight in all the worlds gold.

"Drachma for your thoughts?" the boy asked.

The teen girl laughed softly, her eyes closing momentarily. "Just thinking Harry my young love" she said as one eye opened. The blush on the boys cheeks made her lips pull into a tiny smile. He was precious and that was part of what had endeared her to him. "The outsiders will try to claim you soon. They'll try to make you something you are not. Try to take your destiny away and control you. To take you away from me." She frowned glaring at the horizon where an owl was flying toward them.

The young man identified as Harry scowled darkly as he grasped the silk bathrobe in his hand. While he was more than aware of what was to come, it didn't make it easier to hear out loud. The young woman was far more than she appeared and he knew that for a long time. While she might appear as a beautiful teenage girl he knew that she was actually a true to life Goddess. Hectate, the Goddess of magic and witchcraft to be precise. "I won't go then. They can't make me and I know you never will either" he said pressing close to her and rested against her chest.

Hectate smiled sadly and tilted Harry's head up so their eyes met. "No, my young love, neither they nor I can force you to leave my side. There are things that must be done though" she said rubbing her finger across his cheek gently. "Nor could they begin to dream what really exists within your grasp for they have blinded themselves to petty morals of what is natural and unnatural. You very well know more of magics potential than I would wager the entirety of the staff at the school does."

"All the more reason for me not to go. We are bound deeper than any of those.. frauds could ever hope to even have the foggiest clue about. Their understanding of magic is so… so microscopic and juvenile!" Harry argued, his voice raising just a hair. A single gentle motion had him take a deep breath and count internally to five. As much as he knew what they bound for, heart-to-heart and soul-to-soul for all of eternity by chains of what would be the strongest love & passion, Hectate had been his teacher first and foremost. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice like that against you." His gaze was apologetic as he relaxed his grip on her bathrobe. "They disrespect the Old Ways and expect that mortal men know the full expanse of magic when even you learn more of it every single day with every breath you take walking this planet, you the patron Goddess of Magic itself. I can't see learning something from them I haven't already learned from you" he said tilting his face into her hand.

"Harry, my Dark Spark… do you trust me?" Hectate asked tracing a delicate finger along his jaw slowly, her voice little more than a whisper.

Harry shuddered at the tone and small motion. "Without reservation of heart, mind or soul. You saved me from a darkness that very well could have killed me, nursed me to health and taught me beyond what I can only guess was a masters lifetime worth of magical knowledge" he said without blinking or hesitation as he raised his hand from Hectate's bathrobe to delicately trace the line of her throat up from her collarbone. "You have been nothing but honest with me from day one you found me. You've been patient with me every step of the way and the love you have shown me is without doubt. I not only trust you, I love you and you know that is- "

"I ask you to go to the school then. It concerns your destiny, part of it at least" Hectate said as she shushed Harry with a finger to his lips. "You know that as much as I wish to lay out a road map of your mortal destiny like a red carpet, I cannot. Rules and red tape that even I must obey. You will not go alone though dearest love of mine for I will send a part of me with you to keep you safe." There was warmth and promise in her words as she used her finger that shushed Harry to tap his lips almost playfully.

"And what if I wish for moments like this while I die of boredom?" Harry asked pouting.

"You are a far more creative and intelligent than you credit yourself to be. I'm more than certain you can entertain yourself during class and at night I will come to you for nothing could or will ever keep me from you" Hectate said with more than a touch of love and pride overpowering her words as she embraced Harry to her side fully. "Love, magic and the very threads of Fate bind us together Harry. I would like to see someone try to get between you and I. It could never happen no matter the amount of work they try to make it so. My magic and the magic I have shown you how to wield, the magic I will continue to show & teach you as your control of it increases, is beyond the magic most mortals can begin to comprehend."

Harry nodded slowly finding a comfort in Hectate's form pressed intimately against his body. Had he been older his thoughts would have been far less pure than they were at the moment but he didn't pay that particular thought too much attention. "I probably sound so needy don't I?" he asked.

"No my Dark Spark, you don't sound needy at all" Hectate said as she leaned down pecking his lips softly. It was rather chaste like every other kiss she had given Harry since revealing and showing Harry that they were romantically destined for each other two years ago. She was pretty certain that most couples wouldn't call the exchanged pecks worthy of being called kisses but she paid it little mind. The Goddess was content to take it as slowly as Harry wanted and needed. It didn't matter the most intimate thing they did to date, and it was a rather recent development too, was them sleeping in the same bed together. It was innocent and more often than not Harry wound up falling asleep inside her embrace curled into her warmth. "You sound like a man who is not thrilled to be separated from the woman he loves even though he must."

Harry closed his eyes taking a deep breath. The softness of Hectate's flesh and the faint lingering taste of honey suckle from her lips forced his muscles to relax. "Can you tell me at the very least how long I will have to suffer around those who do not understand the true depth of the gift you bestowed upon them in the guise of what the blind refer to as Mother Magic?" he asked.

"Six years my love" Hectate said as she watched the owl land on the railing. It appeared incredibly confused though and that was good. The bird being absolutely confused and dazed meant the type of protections she had erected after first saving Harry were more than going strong. "I already dealt with one piece of the problem when I saved you remember?" she asked.

Harry nodded and flinched minutely remembering the pain. To this day Hectate hadn't told him what she had removed from him and only said it would cause him harm in the future if left unchecked. He'd had no reason to doubt her back then since she had saved him from the Dursley's and certainly he was not about to doubt her now so he wasn't too bothered by it. She had made it so that he retained the gifts he gained from the thing she took out of him and the knowledge of where caches of tomes were located but the parasitic thing was long gone. "Yeah I remember, it hurt a lot when you tore it out of me whatever the hell it was."

"Black magic fit for my brother Hades and his demons" Hectate growled darkly. "My point is six years and then we have the rest of eternity to do as we please. An eternity of you, me and the universe being our oyster as some mundanes are fond of saying nowadays."

Harry nodded again and reached taking the letter from the owls leg. Reluctantly separating from Hectate he went inside and penned a response sealing it in an envelope. Securing the envelope with conjured string after his return Harry shooed the bird away to return to its masters. "Do you have my vault-"

Hectate snapped her fingers and summoned a silver key to her palm. "I am a Goddess my Dark Spark. Getting it is childs play, no offense Harry" she said as she pushed herself to her feet.

"It's an expression so none taken. I should get ready for the day then if I'm to expose myself to the sycophants" Harry said with a sigh as he shook his head.

"It'll be worth it in the end I promise Harry. Have I let you down yet?" Hectate asked rhetorically.

"No you haven't and I know for a fact you never plan to. Its precisely why I'm not fighting you on it too much either. I'm not playing to their egos and dumbing down my potential no matter what they feel about it" Harry said offering an arm to the Goddess who took it happily and hugged it with both of her own.

"I wouldn't expect you to hold back or let the opinions of others, not even my own, color how you use your gifts. Limiting your use of your gifts should be a crime with all the potential in your soul" Hectate said walking with Harry into their mansion home.

"The thing about your opinion that's different is you suggest and expound on what you say. There's a logic to it and beyond that you let me make my own decision like a good teacher-slash-future lover should. You don't impose your will over me like we both know you could. You let me make my own mistakes so I learn from them" Harry said tapping Hectate's hand once.

The door slammed shut behind them, the stone seam melting to a solid face as the mansion disappeared from the meadow like it never existed. If only the magical world knew what was coming their way…