Chapter 7.

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Albus POV.

Albus was calling an Order meeting. He had to tell them about what the hag Umbridge was doing to their children and he had a very promient secret to tell them. Like a huge secret. Like a way out of the war. But some people might not see it like that. They would probably feel a bit pressured that he was introducing a long-forgotten culture back into the world that was fighting a war, even if they didin't know it yet.

He took a lemon drop from his bowl of lemon drops and popped it in his mouth. He would Apparate to the Head Quarters in an hour, where he expected everyone to be. He'd told them it was urgent, which would encourage them to dismiss activities they might have earlier been doing. Which would hopefully make sure they all appeared there. Because who wanted to break that kind of news twice?

Albus was starting to wander how he would break it to them:
'Hey, you heard of the Ancient Greeks in a while? Well, they kinda have to re-introduce themselves to the world now, so you'll be seeing them a lot more frequently soon!'

Maybe he could introduce it as a lesson first, maybe he could tell them myths and see their reaction first? He really didn't want anyone getting freaked out about this.

Trying to keep his mind off it, Albus decided he would go down to the Kitchens. Maybe the elves have those adorable little cupcakes left over from the day before.

To his surprise, there was a student down there already. Then, seeing who it was, Albus lost all sense of doubt. Telling from the catastrophic amounts of food this particular student ate, (A/N: Bet you know who we're talking about! ;D) he was surprised that there was any food left at dinner at all. Well, at least the Weasleys made sure that there was no leftovers at the Gryffindor table.

"Hello, Ronald," Albus greeted him.

The redhead jumped, choking on the food he had been greedily gobbling down his gullet. A nearby House Elf rushed forward, and tried to perform a Heimlich Manoeuvre, which failed due to the gangliness of the student, and all the House Elf was doing was forcing his face into the back of his knees, which caused the unfortunate Weasley to fall over, where he landed and almost suffocated the poor House Elf called Annie that had rushed to help him. Another House Elf who had been rushing by with a platter of Avocado Currant Pudding, tripped over them, and, as unlucky as the day had been, the platter soared through the air and hit an unwary and fascinated Albus smack-dab in the middle of the face.

The highly esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards, raised himself from the floor covered in a green gunk, with little currants poking out all over the place.

And he just laughed. At what a single 'hello' could do, at the boy lying on the ground staring at him in disbelief. Then he stopped laughing. Thinking about how long it would take for him to get the little currants out of his beard.

Oh, just Avada me now! He thought.

With a curt, 'goodbye', he left the Kitchens, his cloak swishing out behing him, spraying avocado everywhere. He only came back in to pick up his much needed cupcake.

He tapped his fingers on the mahogany table, waiting for Tonks, the last, to arrive. Then, he heard the tellltale clunk of the troll's foot hitting the floor, and then a voice screaming:

"FILTY HALF-BLOODS! MUDBLOOD SCUM AND DIRT! HALF-BREEDS IN MY HOUSE! BESMIRCHING THE MOST NOBLE AND ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK! CREATURES OF DIRT! BLOODTRAITER SON! I'LL TEACH YOU TO-"

By this time, Sirius had gotten up and walked out into the hall. After he had shut the portrait of Walburga Black up, he walked back into the kitchen with a bubblegum-haired Tonks following in his wake.

He smirked at them all and then directed his had toward a waiting Albus.

Twelve years in Azkaban had not seemed to have tarnished his pranksters' gene. But then again, it would probably take him a hundred years in hell to have his enthusiasm in practical jokes go. And then, that would only be scratching the surface.

"Well, as you all know, for the past few years we have had quite a few changes with the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers-"

"*Cough*Harry'sfault*cough," announced Sirius. Albus glared.

"-and quite a few people believe that there is a curse on the job. This year we have had particularly bad luck. The Ministry has come up with the idea that we are building an army to oppose them. They have taken matters into their own hands and have sent in a Ministry worker by the name of Dolores Umbridge into the school who has taken up the post of Defense teacher. She has resticted the use of magic in classes and detentions are getting commoner and more dangerous and painful. The worst thing is is that there is nothing I can do. Harry has started to gather students for an Army, which he has named 'Dumbledore's Army' or the DA. I am afraid that I do not think they will last longer than Christmas.

"Also, I am going to have to go away for a while and lull Fudge back into the right sense. Due to what would happen if the Headmaster was taken away."

And so Albus explained what they would do and how they would deal with the moaning of their children.

They nodded their affirmmation and he brought their attention to a new subject, the matter to why having everyone there so important.

"I also have to tell you the reason why I called an urgent meeting."

There were murmurs of agreement. They had had to call of some important meetings and duties. They all wanted to know why.

"I called an urgent meeting because what I am about to explain I have never told anyone before and I would prefer not to have to again." He took a deep breath.

"We all know Greek myths, correct? Jason and the Argonauts, Helen of Troy, King Midas, The Minotaur and such?"

Slow nods. What was the old man up to now?

"Well, do you all know the Olympian gods?"

Some nods, but mostly, nada.

"There's Zeus, the god of the sky, Hera, goddess of marriage and childbirth, Poseidon, god of the sea, Demeter, goddess of agriculture, Hades god of the Underworld, and their sister Hestia, goddess of yielding and home, though she stepped down to let Dionysus, a son of Zeus and the god of wine, onto the Olympian Council. Then there's Apollo and Artemis the twin archer children of Zeus and a goddess called Leto. The god of war, Ares, the goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite, then Hepheastus, the god of the forge and fire. Athena, goddess of wisdom, battle strategy, and other useful arts. Lastly there's Hermes, god of merchants, travellers, medicine and thieves. And that's only the major gods. And sometimes, they came down to earth and had children. Known as half-bloods, or correctly, demigods."

Professor McGonagall voiced her thoughts, "Albus that is quite a nice piece of knowledge, but what is the reason for your telling us this?"

He took another deep breath.

"Have you ever wanted something so much that you believed if you tried hard enough it would become real? Well, things can depend purely upon people believing in them. It could keep them alive. Like Voldemort uses fear, the Olympians used prayers. But what if they were believed in so much that they survived hundreds of years, moving to where the heart of civilisation was? It could be possible and we all know that."

"But what are you getting at Albus?," asked Severus impatiently.

"I'm saying that it is possible it is real. Those two minors, the one that looked like Harry? Sea green eyes and black hair. That's the characteristics of a child of Poseidon. Blonde hair and grey eyes? A child of Athena. The girl was most likely my sister."

A few sharp intakes of breath but mostly scoffs, even if Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore himself was saying this.

"Albus, that girl looked fifteen. Your parents, er, passed quite early in your life and even if they hadn't they would have been to old to, er, reproduce," said Remus, going slightly red.

"Yes, I know that the parents you thought were mine did pass quite early, but the thing is the gods are immortal! That means that even if they might age it won't show physically, externally or internally. I didn't want to have to show you this but it seems you will not believe me without it."

He walked across the room to where he had brought his Pensieve. He levitated it over to the head of the table and walked right after it, a vial with the appropriate memories inside it, in his hand.

"Now, I suppose you all know what a tampered memory looks like?" he asked, eyes narrowed. This was a very private memory.

Nods from almost everybody. Albus nodded himself.

"You will be able to tell the difference between this and a tampered memory then. I want you to know that I am trusting you to tell no one about this. It is extremely private."

More nods. Honestly, was that all they did around here?

"Alright, everyone put a finger in," he said, pouring the silver liquid into the Pensieve.

When their eyes had glazed over, which was the sign of someone seeing a memory from a Pensieve, Albus sighed and plunged his hand into the Pensieve.

The image he came upon was his earliest memory. It was him playing with his half-siblings on Olympus, where his siblings, himself and Athena were waiting for Zephyrus to bring him down to Earth. Just then the doors of the small Greek building burst open, a woman with long, flowing blonde hair in a white dress strode in, a man who was fluttering slightly above the ground following in her wake.

"Zephyrus," she directed him, "I need you to especially careful with Albus. I am worried for his future. Apollo tells me that he will be extremely important later on in life. I am not sure whether I want him to remember this, but it will be for his own good." With a slightly worried expression on her face, she touched her index finger to his forehead and then the image faded into another.

It was the day his sister died. He heard himself shouting at his brother, at Gerllert, and then his sister for interrupting. Then came her scream. He heard Aberforth gasp, Gerllert walk away and himself running into his house. He knew this was the point where he had decided to change. To throw away anything that was demigod.

When he realized the image was no longer there, Albus opened his eyes. It was the dream about the demigods. When the dream had faded, and everyone was snapped out of their reverie, Albus glared at them all as they rushed to give 'sorry's and 'I never imagined's. He had had this before. And he definitely didn't want it again.

"Shut up, please," he said, and even though it was barely a whisper, everyone heard it. And did as pleased.

"So," Severus bravely spoke up, "What now?"

"Well, the gods wouldn't have sent them here without some kind of purpose. Maybe they just wanted a bit of entertainment." He sincerely hoped not.

And, billions of miles away, Aphrodite giggled.

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