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Chapter 3

Same day, Savitar's Island...

Two teenage boys were in shock as their adoptive parents explained to them about their past, the previous day. All though they both knew that they were hiding some things, concerning that night. The one thing they knew was that, Savitar since he had returned, from wherever he had gone. He had upped their training, to include more shields and spells of ancient lore that he knew. Both proficient in wandless magic thanks to Savitar and their dad's teaching, and in chants of the Gods thanks to Katra, who had done so to protect her brothers from not just their own enemies.

But the Daimons, whom have developed quite an interest in the boys since Archeron had allowed them to start aiding. Artemis and her brother Apollo both had insisted. Somehow even though they dislike the boys very much, something that neither would say had bade them to direct it of the Katra. Whom although did not like being ordered...

Did so willingly...

They were even excited that they would be learning a new kind of magic involving wands...

Still that excitement was nothing compared to their mixed set of emotions, when they found out their real parents were alive.

Flashback...

"Our mothers...and fathers are still alive?" Harry whispered quietly. Neville beside him, the brown haired youth was admittedly looking forward to meeting his biological parents. Even though he considers Archeron and Tory his parents more or less, the fact of the matter is, he wants to meet his blood family. For Tory, had told them the truth when they were younger. That in her heart, she could honestly not see their family giving them up without some honest to goodness reason. But as they grew up, Harry had not wanted to know more and more of his family, for unllike Neville. He had simply forgotten what had once made him so curious. If his true parents knew, that Harry had stopped caring...well they would be hurt.

"Yes they are Harry." Archeron said quietly as he sat beside the youth. Simi about to say something stops and gives a look at Tory who shakes her head. Whispering something in the demoness's ear, the red eyes widen a little bit in childlike understanding and she remains quiet.

"But why...why did they give me and Neville up?"

"According to Headmaster Dumbledore, who I talked to, it has to deal with them trying to avoid something my sisters prophesied on yours and Neville's birthday, through one of their many descendants. They did it in hopes of protecting you, from what...what you must do."

"But Dad! Everyone knows you can't avoid what they assign!" Harry cried out as he pulled up his knees to his chest. His head bowed down, a dark curtain of messy raven hair falls to hide his features from view. "You tried..." He whimpered out.

"I know...I did Harry. It was true me, that your grandmother became trapped against her will and if she ever gets out. She would continue her destruction as is her nature. But to be honest Harry, if I was in their shoes, I would do the same." Archeron admitted. "I would try. I would try to avoid from happening at all costs, if it meant protecting you, and Neville and Simi, as she did. Why do you think I keep a pager on at all times for all your aunts and uncles? I would hope that should they get in trouble that they can not handle. They would call me and ask for aide... Is that not making an effort to avoid fate?"

Hearing the sense that Archeron's words make, Harry is surprised as a picture comes into his view, from his mother whom had sat bewteen himself and Neville. The woman wrapping her arms around the shoulders of both boys. They were stunned as the figures in it move. One is of a smiling red headed woman, and a man who for all intents and purposes is an older version of himself. Both were dancing beside a dark haired couple, who were giggling in amusement at something said.

The looks of the female were the same as that of Neville.

"Who are they?

"They are your real mother and father Harry, according to Dumbledore. It seems, he has a penchant for keeping memories close at hand." Archeron replied as he pointed to the red headed woman and the man beside her. Looking up at Neville, he continues speaking as he points to the giggling couple. "The two next to them are your parents Neville..."

Unable to not be curious about them, Neville leans over and looks at the picture in his brother's hands. Both having grown up knowing they were not, but considering each other so, he knew Harry would not mind letting him look.

"Wow Harry..." Neville replied as Harry's eyes drifted to the red headed woman in the back. "Your Mom is beautiful."

Grinning a little bit and nodding his head, Harry gazes at Neville's parents and smiles. "So is yours."

Flashback ends...

Both boys ended up talking well into the night, with their adoptive family. Questions arising that had long since been buried it had been late when they finally slept. Savitar having given them the following day off, because of what they had just learned. He had smiled indulgently at the boys, as they showed him the picture that Archeron had provided them.

The blonde had then proceeded to tell them that in a couple of days, he would be bringing them to a shop in this place called Diagon alley. To not only visit another friend of his, but for Savitar to buy them these wands...

But apparently the blonde was waiting for something, before they were planning on going...

Finally a bright smile on his face, as a bubbly Simi runs in and happily hands them to him. All the while rubbing her arm for some odd reason as she returned to Archeron and Tory who vanished seconds later. It was then, Savitar tosses both boys a couple of cloaks. Both a vibrant Green, with red and gold shot through along the edges. "Here you two, wear them both and keep your faces covered."

"Why?" Neville asked in confusion as Harry nodded his head in acceptance. His hands already pulling his hood over his dark raven hair, the older man grinned at the young man. "To keep other people from recognizing you two right away. Especially Harry, because he looks far too much like his father apparently, for them not to know who he is. Your father would take you normally, but he and your Mom right now are busy speaking with Dumbledore about what he and the others will need. It seems he talked Julian, Kyrian, Val, and Wulf into acting as subs for him if they need arises." Savitar replied as he mentioned, the demi-god and the three known Dark Hunters, who have successfully gotten back their souls thanks to Archeron. But he had the other reason from the two teens who grinned in delight and started talking animatedly.

Wulf especially was a favorite, as no one after he leaves could ever remember him. It had taken Savitar's spell to allow them to remember the Dark Hunter, who guarded the last, of Apollo's pure descendants. Who also happened to be his wife. For if she died, Apollo would keep to his promise.

The sun would die out.

The true and main reason being, though that Savitar did not mention was that he did not want any of their enemies, realizing that the boys would be returning to fulfill their predestined fate. Satisfied that both were sufficiently covered by the hoods of the cloaks, hiding their features from those who would see. It was then that both boys latch onto his arms as he waves his hand, and they vanish.

Reappearing moments later, both boys find themselves standing in front of a store called Ollivander's. The people in front of them surprised at what they though was apparition out of nowhere, they think nothing of it as it was possible to do so. But they remain wary, as with the recent Death Eater attacks, they did not want to be hurt, if the strange blonde or the cloaked figures turned and attacked.

"What's this place?" Harry asked curiously.

"A wand shop, run by an old friend..." Savitar replied. "Actually a former student of mine to be precise..." The blonde grinned as he pushed the door open. Both boys entering the shop, Savitar proceeds to not only lock the door behind him, but to make sure the store reads closed. In the meantime an small white haired man steps forward...

"What can I do...aaahhh it is you Savitar." He states as he smiles warmly. "What can I do for you?"

"Nice to see you again Ollivander how is the harvesting going?"

"Fine, fine, my shop is considered one of the best now thanks to you."

"Good to hear; now I need you to do a favor for me and supply two of my students with wands. Boys, you can remove your hoods now..."

As both hoods are pushed back, Ollivander's eyes widen in surprise as a part of who they are makes itself known deep inside his mind. "Why Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom, I expected the two of you here three years ago..." The older man replied. The two teenagers respond with a wary and gentle smile at the enthusiasm they are greeted with. "I must say, if you have been with Savitar all this time, you two must be well taught."

Savitar beaming with pride, watches as the two chat with Ollivander over their teacher. Much like how he was years ago, the shopkeeper shares similar stories that they have gone through with one of the men who has raised them since they were five years old. Remembering something at the last minute, Savitar reaches deep into his pockets and produces two small vials of a black thick liquid.

"Ollivander, I am currently dampening down, what these boys can do with my own power, they have grown in association with someone who is a well loved child to me as much as these two are. So their powers will be considerably stronger then most. When we find the ones suited for them, place these inside alongside their base cores. It will help both boys out considerably. As most wands now would be to weak for them to channel their magic."

"I see Savitar. Well then, I suppose we had better get started." Ollivander replied with a jovial smile. "Now, both of you hold out your arms please."

Confused for a moment, at the odd request, Ollivander asks of them. Both teenagers hold out their right arms in confusion, as he measures them with an odd piece of tape. Savitar watches the proceeding with amusement. Ollivander pulling Neville up first goes through about 6 wands before one shines with a warm light.

Taking one of the vials and opening it upon the core inside, it changes the color of the item from a pure white, to a deep dark purple. "Although it is cherry wood, I am impressed, never before have I seen something turn a hair from a unicorn from white to purple. What is it that you have given me Savitar?"

"Someone who wishes to protect her brothers as best she can Ollivander. Someone you know quite well, thanks to Archeron. Who had obtained it from her willingly."

Chuckling a little bit as Ollivander now knows, he I referring to a bright and happy Charonte demoness child. He now looks to Harry who comes forward, with a wary expression on his features...

Noticing the lighting bolt shaped scar on the boy's forehead, as he turns to reach for some boxes, he makes a silent prayer to the gods to protect him from whatever destiny has set. In the meantime as he hands the youth wand after wand, Ollivander starts taking on a perplexed look...

"Hmmmm..."

"Ollivander, what is it?" Savitar replied. "I think that must have been the tenth or so wand you have given Harry. I don't think I can recall a time, where the things you made were so..."

"Indecisive?" Ollivander replied with a slight grin. His features turning serious for a moment, Ollivander goes to the back of his shop and finds a long slender black box. Patting it with his hand, he hesitates for a moment...

"I almost hope this rejects you, Mr. Potter. I almost hope this does..."

Striding forward, He opens the box and hands Harry a slender wand of holly. As the black haired youth takes it, a bright golden aura surrounds him, creating a wind effect as it openly caresses him and those in the room with its warmth.

"Oh my...curious...curious indeed." Ollivander replied as he showed his fear to not only the young man, but to his companions in the store.

"What is it sir?"

"Mr. Potter, I remember every wand I have ever sold since I opened this shop. And the feather of the phoenix who donated it had only contributed one other. It is curious that you would be destined for this one, while it's brother. Gave you that scar..."

Green eyes widen a little bit of fear, as Ollivander deftly brings the wand back. Repeating the same effect that he had done before with the other vial, he opens the remaining one as the black liquid pours forth, the once golden feather, turns a dark rich ruby red.

Handing it back, the wand reacts again, the golden glow brighter but this time tinged with a rich red color that seeps through like wine, turning the gold warmth into one of scarlet.

Nodding his head, Savitar reaches into his pocket and hands Savitar a handful of gold coins. The older appearing man nods his head in acceptance, he gives a gentle smile as he watches his former teacher and the two teenage boys leave his store. Their hoods being pulled up as they exit, Ollivander sets out to write a note...

Dumbledore,

The wand that contained Fawkes one remaining feather was sold. To Harry Potter...

Ollivander

Walking towards the owl, situated by his desk side, he gently raps the bird's feather to let it know it has something to deliver. Giving a soft hoot of reply, he takes the offered parchment within his beak. And as his master opens the door, the owl flies out and away...

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Hogwarts a week later...

A small group of men and women paced as what could only be described as a nervous twitch entered their systems. Today according to Dumbledore, the couple who raised their sons, would be coming with them and the Charonte demon daughter that he was raising.

Dumbledore looked up as a familiar loud Hawaiian shirt comes from out of nowhere, causing the others in the room to look up with a mixture of excitement...and maybe fear. Never before has anyone apperated into Hogwarts, and admittedly they were a shocked at the ease for which it was done.

Sirius ready to stride forward and say something out of habit, because of his job. Savitar just gives a look of amusement, and soon the auror finds himself frozen in place. Not able to move or speak or do anything except breath...

"I wouldn't try that kid..." Savitar replied with a hint of steel. His blue eyes twinkling in merriment, he comes upon Remus and looks puzzled for a moment. His eyes widening again, he approaches the now known werewolf and looks him in the eye, and for lack of a better term. Scans him for something...

"How would you like to shift at will and control your wolfish half?" Savitar asked with a tone that is serious. Dumbledore and the others about ready to question his statement, he holds his hand up in a gesture for silence.

"What do you mean wolfish half?" Remus replies lamely. His mind working on a way to be near not only his godson, Neville, but to one he feels is just as much his own Harry. Many parents and adults have been refusing to come near him because of his tendencies on a full moon...

It has made life rather lonely for him...

"Your kind of shifting is a mutation of some sorts, from someone who had decided to play with some people I know. Even though he is dead now, with their help you can control your wolf with time. For there are others there, a species all their own, whom you can consider them the forefathers of the modern day werewolf young one. They are the ones whom you can essentially call your wolf 's grandpas."

Admittedly interested, Remus listens as Savitar tells him of a tribe of Katagarians, who are civilized more then the rest off his kind led by a man named Fang.

"And this Fury...could help me?"

"With my aide, your wolf can be brought to heel with his supervision, for you indeed have a powerful one inside you. So essentially Mr. Lupin, I am offering you a chance, to join a clan of werewolves, who will willingly allow you to become a part of their family." Savitar replied. "And through them, become friends with other weres...and perhaps gain their support. After all you do know that there are weres of other animals do you not?"

Surprised at this offer, the werewolf wizard looks to be in thought for a while. Savitar and the others looking at the older man, it takes a few moments, before Remus nods his head in acceptance.

"Good, allow me or Archeron here to speak with Fury or his mate first, he has recently found her, and he tends to be rather ornery when separated from her for to long." Savitar smirked a little bit in remembrance.

"It is not often you volunteer your services Savitar..." Dumbledore grins in amusement.

"Well it's the truth...some of his fellow wolves left when he took over. Neither of his younger brothers could for reasons the clan did not like. So right now he has a shortage of men and women he can trust among those that remain." Savitar stated with a smile. "But because one of his brothers turned out to be a Sentinel as well, his clan have a guaranteed peace with the Arcadians, who can not hunt them for fear of Vane using his powers on them. Thos ethat stay despite his trusting them are the ones who like that peaceful accounting he had provided. So the young man here would not be hunted if he bears a mark of their acceptance, by the Arcadian or Katagarian Werehunters, which some I hate to admit will do. And what they do is far from kind then what others would.."

Understanding it now, Alice can't help but be puzzled. As he spoke, he kept referring to Remus as a young man, but themselves and Dumbledore as well. Watching as he spoke to Remus about allowing him to speak to the Werewolf leader, before anything else happens, Alice steps forward with a questioning gaze.

But she need not voice it as Savitar lets out a chuckle with the various thoughts directed towards him. "I am several times older than Archeron, whom recently celebrated his 12, 346 birthday I think? I lost track around 8,567. As to who or even what I am, you can call me a God of the gods..." The blonde surfer grins in impishness. "I have been around since before most of humanity could even step out of the stone age...so to me all of you are young."

Startled by the reveal of numbers, the others look to Dumbledore who nods his head in affirmation. "One of Savitar's students was Merlin himself."

Grinning as the adults look at the blonde with surprise and speculation, Savitar frees Sirius enough for a man dressed and all in black to appear out of nowhere. Beside him is a dark haired woman and a young looking girl, with deep purple skin, and long black hair. Her eyes red and bright, one would think she was a nymph or something with her smile, if it was not for the horns, or the great black wings from her back. Behind them, are two figures hidden within emerald cloaks...

"GRANDPA!" Cheerful and exuberant, the winged girl races over ignoring the fears of the others in the room. "Simi donated some stuff to help Harry and Neville with their schooling. It hurt a lot, but Akra made it all better and it was so Simi can and will be able to help protect her brothers all the time! Even when Simi isn't there. Got any more yummy food?" She babbles as she hugs the elderly wizard who smiles in amusement. "Anyway we would have been earlier, but Bitch Goddess lady, made Archeron late again with stupid meeting. She made Akra mad again when she tried to make Akri sleep with her! I want to eat her, can I eat her Grandpa?"

Stunned by, the childlike nature of Simi's inquiry, those who don't know the winged demoness can't help but laugh. Savitar turns to Archeron, who nods his head and smiles in return as Tory giggles. Simi had broken the quiet tension, which had been inside everyone with her innocent chatter.

"I don't believe I am the one to ask Simi girl." Dumbledore replied in amusement. "I think you should ask your Daddy over there."

Blowing a raspberry in response...the laughter is increased, as Ash turns to the cloaked figures hiding in the shadows behind him and his wife. Words soft and spoken in another language, there are two youthful responses causing the adults in the room to grow quiet and nervous in fear.

Fear that they will be rejected...

Nodding his head and smiling, he directs one youth toward Alice and Frank. The woman stepping forward, her hands reach out, tentatively and almost with nervousness to push back the hood.

A cry of joy is emitted, as brown hair and eyes is revealed in a masculine version of her own features. His hair although somewhat long as it brushes his shoulders, was tied back in a leather strip away from his face. "Are...are...are you really my mother?" The youth replies with a frightened expression. Alice doing the only thing she can do reacts instinctively and wraps her arms around him in comfort and love."

"Yes I am Neville...Oh god yes I am..." She sobs into the boy's cloak. Her tears soaking the delicate material, Frank looks on as Neville turns to him. "Dad and Savitar had told us we were twice blessed now. We have two families each who would do anything in their power to protect us. Thank you...thank you for trying to do so..."

"No problem son..." Frank whispers softly. His own arms wrapping around Neville in warmth and love, the youth hesitant at first as this was the man who had given him up alongside his brother of a sort. Not to mention, that he feels he would be breaking some sort of loyalty to the man who had actually raised him. It takes Neville feeling the pain in his heart, through that connection that only a parent and child can have.

Wrapping his arms around Frank, to give the older man comfort, the others leave him alone as a very reluctant second youth, finds himself being pulled forward, gently and with encouragement by Tory who whispers kind words. Simi, having leaped from Dumbledore's comforting presence finds herself stopped by the red headed woman, who looks at the Charonte demon with pleading eyes.

Simi smiling brightly in understanding, that is unusual for her, turns back to the other couple and Neville. The youth pulling her forward a little bit, Simi finds herself being spoiled again happily as Alice wraps her arms around the Charonte demon girl babbling her thanks for saving Neville all those years ago.

In the meantime, Tory is startled at the tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, she finds a red headed woman behind her. Her green eyes pleading, and all but begging to be allowed to see him, she smiles softly and steps to the side.

"Everything will be all right Harry." Tory stated gently as she gave his hand one last squeeze. "Ash and I will be close."

The other cloaked figure is backing up in nervousness and fear, despite hearing and nodding his head in understanding. He finds his normally strong courage escaping him. Trapped against the wall as the red headed woman reaches and pulls the hood down, her green eyes kind and gentle, she looks into his as she smiles softly. "There you are Harry... Everyone is right, you do have my eyes."

The warmth in her voice and the pure kindness in her eyes, that he sees everyday reflected in the mirror. The youth gives in as his arms wrap around the woman with all the strength he can muster.

"Mom!"

Tory hearing this smiles and starts to sniffle as she holds onto her husband. A mixture of sadness and joy on her features as Harry whom despite loving her and her husband had always found himself longing for the touch of his real parents. Even though he had given up on ever finding who they were unlike Neville. Now that he has the chance...he was emotional and wanting the attention he had long desired from them.

Lily tries not to but ends up feeling herself crying as much as Alice had done with Neville. She returns the hug with all the love she has bottled these past few years. Every missed birthday and Christmas that she has missed with her baby is in that hug filled with love and joy.

Turning her head to James, who sits upon the couch, she reluctantly parts and looks at Harry with a loving smile. Pulling him gently, with her, she manages to bring Father and son together...

"James...it's Harry. It's our son..." Lily says softly. "He's here...and he's all right..."

Bending down in front of the figure upon the couch, Harry looks confused. Sirius and Remus watching this, Sirius steps forward, to Archeron and whispers a few things towards the man in black. The power radiating from him immense, it flows even stronger with each word said. Looking at Tory, he speaks with her for but a moment and she understands what he intends to do.

"Don't hurt him to much."

A smile crossing his features, Archeron places his hand on Harry who wonders, as this man just sits on the couch and says nothing. "This is something I think I can understand so. Allow me..." Turning to the red headed woman who somewhow knows of what he intends, "Forgive me for this Mrs. Potter..."

"Lily..."

Archeron looks up as she speaks, the green eyes smiling in honest joy as she and Tory both wrap their arms around Harry once more. "Call me Lily, you brought my son back to me, and for that if there is anything I can do for you please let me know..."

Smiling, Archeron nods his head and response. "Thank you Lily...once again...everyone forgive me."

Forming a fist, with his right hand, Archeron swings and connects with James Potter's left cheek...