Title: Oh My God...
Pairing: SS/HP, RW/HG, BZ/SF... so far
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter I would be doing some mutated combination of the electric slide, the robot, and the running man on top of Mt. Everest making hundred dollar bill airplanes and cackling...Needless to say I'm not. I only own the plot and any characters you don't recognize.
Summary: When Harry Potter finds out who he really is, a lot of things change. And I mean A LOT He finds his real parents, new feelings for the most unlikely person, and some strange powers. Includes Gods, snarky potion professors, animagi, and oh yes...a lot of SLASH. R/R

Chapter Four: Harricles Kaden-Sebastien, The Venerable Fighter

Her eyes twinkled in amusement, something she had picked up from all those baby-sitting sessions with the great Albus Dumbledore. Severus sighed. The price was high but he had expected no less.

"Alright, Sev. You know how this works. Do you have something that was his?"

"Would I come all this way if I didn't?"

"You know, Sev, that hurts. It really does," Scrya said jokingly, holding a hand to her heart as she led her brother into a plush white room.

There were sheer white silk drapes hanging from the ceiling, thrown everywhere in fact. The carpet felt soft and Severus knew it to be a mix of the two finest materials imported from France. It was also white. Runes of all kinds created a border along the walls among the top and bottom and if one looked to the ceiling they would see that the runes there formed a spiral shape that branched off to connect to the walls. When Scrya closed the door, the runes began to glow a dull orange which only added more effect to the candle lit room.

The candle light already had a devious effect as it sent licks of red, gold, and orange fire playing coltishly through the room, amplified by the silk hangings, so that they touched the walls lovingly and danced on the floor as Severus and Scrya walked. The warmth of the room and the rightness of it melted Severus' icy interior slightly and he began to think of a certain Gryffindor. He just had to have him back. He stopped when suddenly Scrya stopped. They were in the middle of the room, standing next to two plain white chairs which sat proudly on either side of a white marble and glass table.

Scrya turned to examine her brother. Though his expression had not changed since she opened the door, she still saw something. Something on her older brother's face. She looked closer. Still no facial change, but there was a slight crease between his eyes. No, that was impatience. Hmm, well she was his little sister. She would figure it out. Even if they had to stand here all day. She would spot whatever his face wasn't telling her. Her name wasn't Scrya for nothing. She had only been at it for a few seconds when she found it. It was in his hands. His clenched fists to be more precise. She looked Severus in the eyes.

"You're thinking about him. I can not wait to hear this story." Severus let out a long suffering sigh.

"Can we just get on with this?" he asked in a most aggrieved tone. Scrya gave him a cheeky grin. Faint murmurings of 'demonic imps for a little sister' could be heard. Of course, Scrya's grin only grew.

"Sit down, Sev." As they sat, soft music began to play:

I will cross the ocean for you.

I will go and bring you the moon.

I will be your hero, your strength.

Anything you need.

I will be the sun in your sky.

I will light your way for all time.

I promise you

For you I will

Severus glared at Scrya. He seemed to be doing that a lot during this trip. The woman was as infuriating as Albus. "Are you mocking me?"

"Now, why would I do something like that? Its not like I chose the music when I saw you standing outside from my window," Scrya said in a tone that suggested that was exactly what she did.

A map of some sort appeared on the table. Even if Severus tried, he would never be able to read it. It was foreign to him. As Scrya held a Rose Quartz stone attached to a leather cord over the map, she began to chant, the stone swaying to her words and the lyrics of the song.

Invenie unum quis est avium.

I will shield your heart from the rain.

Invenie unum quis est avium.

I will let no harm come your way.

Invenie unum quis est avium. A large magical energy could be felt rising and the Rose Quartz began to glow.

Oh these arms will be your shelter

Invenie unum quis est avium.

No these arms won't let you down. The stone began to sway frantically. Severus had seen this ritual enough times to know what she need now. He silently handed her a vial of Harry's blood and Scrya took it without asking any questions. It was true that this sort of thing only worked if you had something of the missing person's. The closer it was, the better it was. Blood, of course, was the best as it was a constant that could be mingled or masked but never changed. Scrya poured the blood over the stone and once again began to chant.

Invenie unum quis est avium.

Accipe quicumque quid est sui substantiae.

If there is a mountain to move The stone began to hum. It was swaying so quickly now that it could be hardly seen and the runes on the wall were glowing brighter by the second.

Invenie unum quis est avium.

Accipe quicumque quid est sui substantiae.

I'll move that mountain for you! I'm here for you, I'm here forever.

Invenie unum quis est avium.

Accipe quicumque quid est sui substantiae.

I will be your fortress, strong and tall. I'll keep you, I'll stand beside you, right or wrong!

As the song was about to head back into the chorus, the stone began to shine. First it was dim, but it was getting brighter and brighter. Soon, bright rays of light were coming from the stone, seemingly searching the map.

"MONSTRATE!" Scrya commanded. The beams stopped moving and illuminated some of the symbols on the map. Scrya's eyes clouded over.

"What do you see, Scrya?" Severus asked, knuckles white from clutching the arms of the chair so tightly.

"Emerald... Emerald eyes... Nice butt."

"Other than that!" Severus said, partly because he was anxious and partly because he was jealous. Why couldn't he see?

"Mountain, so beautiful," Scrya said in a dreamy voice. "At the very top, in the clouds."

"Yes, which mountain? Tell me!"

"The highest mountain." As soon as Severus heard that, he apparated out. He didn't realize that there was more.

"Mount Olympus." Scrya snapped out of her trance. "Fiddle Sticks! Oh well, he'll be back."

She popped a lemon skittle into her mouth and began to suck on it happily.

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Harry stared...no that's not the right word...goggled (ahhh, that's more like it) at his mother and father? He goggled and goggled and just for good measure goggled some more.

"Harry?" He shook himself out of the daze that the explanation had brought.

"I am going to believe you, simply because Voldemort would never be able to come up with a story that unbelievable. It is the fact that it is so unbelievable that I believe it." Lily pulled Harry into her arms.

"You'll see, sweetie." She kissed him on his forehead. "You'll see."

A loud commotion could be heard outside.

"No! You can't go in there! They're talking! Besides, aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" Aphrodite. Harry could tell that voice anywhere, though he had only heard it once.

"Well, doll. The US bombing Iraq is very not important compared to this. A new god! And it's my Harry to boot! It's bad enough, you excluded me from the party because I had to make sure India was resuming their nuclear testing." Steps could be heard speeding towards the door. There were two loud bangs as the door opened and let a man dressed in an a bronze toga in and then the impact had the door slamming in a round eyed Aphrodite' face. The man with smoldering bronze eyes swept a very startled Harry up into his arms.

"Oh! Another god! It's been soooo long! Ooooooo, and it's a hot god too. Harricles, my how you have grown. Have your mother and father given you your colors yet? You absolutely must let me pick out your clothes! You need to show off those legs of yours." Harry blushed. "By the way, I'm Ares, resident Hotty and very flamboyantly gay."

Ares gave Harry an accessing eye. "Honey, we've got some work to do on you. First of all, the specs have to go. They're hiding those gorgeous eyes of yours and a little to reminiscent of the fashion disaster that was your father. The hair, while messy and short looks yummy on you, long and neatly pony-tailed would be even better. Not to mention, you'd get that bad ass effect. We should definitely highlight it. We must get you into some leather. It would look absolutely hot on you. Maybe a piercing here and there and definitely a tattoo! Oh Harry! We'll have so much fun together!" Harry looked at the man, Ares, uncertainly as if he had lost a few very important screws. He looked back towards his parents for reassurance.

Zeus let loose an exasperated sigh. "Harry, this is Ares, god of War. In fact, it was he who gave you your middle name, Kaden. It means fighter. Aphrodite gave you your other middle name, Sebastien which means Venerable. They kept on fighting, so we compromised. The end result was quite nice." Harry simply nodded and looked up uncomfortably at the god who was still holding him in a tight hug against his body.

"Could you, err, maybe let me go?" Ares smiled and let him go slowly, making sure every inch of his body pressed against Harry's.

"Sorry, didn't realize." Harry noted that he didn't look sorry at all. He looked back at his parents, raising an eyebrow. "What is he talking about? Colors?"

"Oh, we were going to get to that before we were so rudely interrupted." Ares simply smirked.

Anyway, Harry, every god or goddess has his or her own special colors that tie in with his or her own special affinity. As you have seen, Aphrodite's color is pink while Ares' color, here, is more of a coppery brownish ("It's not brown, it's bronze!") color. As you are the God of dark creatures, your colors will be more macabre than most. Harricles Kaden-Sebastien, as of know you are to only where the colors of black, gold, and silver. If you wake up tomorrow and look completely different, don't be alarmed. You see, Lily and I don't actually look like this. The bodies of James and Lily Potter really did die that night in Godric's Hollow. These forms now are just to make you feel comfortable. Tomorrow you will see the real us. The real Zeus and Hera. I know this is a lot to take in over such a small amount of time, so if you would like to go to your room now we wouldn't blame you. Come on, we'll take you."

"I can take him!" Ares piped in. Zeus looked warily at Ares.

"That's quite alright. Besides, knowing you, you'd mostly likely pounce on him the second you reached the room.." This comment was met with a pout from Ares and a slight red tinge around the ears of Harry. Zeus moved towards the door and opened it. Aphrodite fell through.

"So, this is what the floor is made of. Cirrus cloud, very nice."

"Aphrodite, what are you doing on the floor?"

"Examining it," Aphrodite replied as if she were talking to a small child.

"Is that right? You know, if you wanted to come in all you had to do is knock." Aphrodite had the grace to look sheepish.

"I knew that," she mumbled. Lily laughed.

"If you would like to come, we're going to Harry's room" Aphrodite's face perked up.

"Harry, you're going to love your room. I helped decorate it myself." Ares and Aphrodite said at the same time, then glared at each other. They looked at Harry who had a look of bewilderment etched across his face.

"Oh! That's right! You never had your own room before. Come on, you'll love this." A very puzzled Harry Potter or Harricles Kaden-Sebastien followed a bouncy Aphrodite, an ecstatic Ares, a skipping Lily, and a bemused James as they walked down the golden halls with cirrus cloud floors of Castle Olympus. They stopped in front of two large double doors. Harry could see his name printed clearly on the mahogany and gold doors. Aphrodite and Ares, agreeing in this one thing, decided to give Harry a special entrance.

Harricles Kaden-Sebastien, your chamber awaits," they said in unison, opening the large doors and bowing gracefully with a very exaggerated flourish. Harry walked into his room and quickly realized that this was not a room, but an apartment Aphrodite and Ares took him through every door and every pathway. That's about when Harry realized that this wasn't even an apartment. It was a bloody wing that was decorated in black, silver, and gold with engravings of dark creatures at every turn. Some Harry recognized, some he didn't. This would prove to be very interesting. By the middle of the tour, Harry was beginning to wonder when he would actually reach his bedroom. He was almost asleep on his feet as it was. He had been through his potion's lab, his training room, his electronic room, his swimming pool, his indoor garden, and his closet(which was the size of a room anyway). Each room had been enthusiastically described by both Ares and Aphrodite, while being followed by James and Lily.

Lily took a look at her son and found that he was dead on his feet. Snapping into motherly mode, which is strangely like Madame Pomfrey's nurse mode, Lily quickly pushed her husband and the two very distraught deities, who looked as if they had been greatly wronged by be the interruption of their tour, out of her son's room. Seemingly out of no where, a door appeared in the room they were in. Harry entered the new room yet again dressed in black, silver, and gold. The ceiling was much like the one in the Great Hall only it depicted the night sky with numerous stars. Practically carrying Harry through the door, Lily headed for the bed. She pulled back the covers of the gi-normous bed and laid Harry down, quickly changing his clothes to that of silver silk pyjamas, among the black sheets and golden pillows.

Harry happily closed his eyes, snuggling into the sheets. She tucked him in, something she knew no one had done for many years. She took his glasses off and placed them on a side table. He wouldn't be needing them tomorrow, she knew. Lily was overjoyed, she finally had her baby back at home. She kissed him on the forehead.

"Good night, my sweet Harricles. Tomorrow is the start of a new life for you." She looked fondly upon her son one last time before closing the door.

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Severus Snape was one pissed off potion's master. First of all, Harry wasn't here. Second of all, Harry WASN'T BLOODY HERE! He was going to kill Scrya fo this. Highest mountain. He snorted. Well, I'm in the Himalayans. I'm in Nepal. I'm on Mt. Everest. How much higher can you get? He had it in his mind to storm back into Boston and visit upon his sister a wrath like she had never witnessed before. He decided to give the mountain one last check. Apparating all over the large mountain, from high to low and low to high. Harry simply was not here.

To make things worse, this one song kept following him! He couldn't get a break!

You will find

What you're looking for

Atop that great mountain

That great mountain

That tallest mountain

That highest mountain

Mount Olympus, ohhh

Mount Olympus, ohhh

You'll find it on Mount Olympus

It was like someone was trying to tell him something! A look of utter disbelief crossed his face. It's not possible, is it? Severus had an incredible urge to bang his head against something. A brick wall appeared and he scowled at the sky.

"Now, that was unnecessary. Stupid gods." He studied Greek mythology, believe it or not, and Hermes surely must be mocking him. But Harry, what god was he? How was he a god? His Harry was a god? Confusion was now apparent in his features. But he had seen and heard James and Lily. Unless...god this was confusing...And now he had yet another problem. How the hell was he going to get to Mount Olympus?

A/N

Sev's new theme song is called 'For You I Will'. It is by my favorite artist Monica.

Invenie unum quis est avium - Basically that means: Find the one that is lost.

Accipe quicumque quid est sui substantiae - Basically that means: Use that which is their essence.

Monstrate - Basically means: Show.

The last song is a sorry attempt to be creative. I have named my abomination 'You Will Find What You're Looking For Atop Mount Olympus'.

Next Chapter: Now who wanted to know what was in those boxes?

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