Title: Oh My God...

Pairing: SS/HP, RW/HG... 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

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yah de yah = Parseltongue

Blah= Flashback

Ah yes! And I thank my Be-UTI-ful Betas: Annie, Tanisha, Marlie, and Keith! Love ya lots! Keith though your name came last, you're still my favorite person!

Chapter Nine: It Only Gets Worse

Somewhere, a Darkhorn reared on his hind legs and winnied a warning into the the not really night air.


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Albus Dumbledore walked into the Great Hall with Minerva McGonagall by his side, having already asked the House Elves to kindly light all the torches within the castle. They slowly made their way down the middle aisle, the students stopping their nervous conversation to watch them. Dumbledore looked into their eyes, seeing their fear. His twinkle was lost. They made it up to the Head Table and McGonagall sat down. Dumbledore, himself, stayed standing. He cleared his throat in the opressive silence.

"Students of Hogwarts!" he began. "Our current situation has been noticed. Do not worry! I assure you that this has nothing to do with Voldemort." A collective shudder ran through the student body and half of the teacher one. "The staff and myself are looking into this. We are confident that we will find a solution to the problem in a matter of hours. Please help us by staying inside and continuing the day as if nothing is amiss. Classes will still be held. Thank-you." Dumbledore sat down and the students with hope restored began their idle chatter again. He scanned the Hall noting that Severus Snape, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and that other girl... Kaliqua were missing. He filed it away for later. Minerva leaned over towards him.

"We're doing something about it?" she asked looking very bewildered.


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Harry slowly let the kiss die down, even though he didn't want to. The need for air came all too soon. He looked into Severus' eyes once more. They were clouded over and he smiled to himself.

"Snap out of it, love." Harry said. He watched as the clouds faded and were replaced with the sharpness. that usually resided there. He grinned lopsidedly and cocked his head to the side. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

"Severus knew the question had been asked in jest, but he wanted to scream, to shout, to let everyone know that Severus Snape was a bloody sex god...his sex god. Unfortunately, he also knew that what he had just done was wrong. Even if it wasn't wrong by Hogwarts' rules, it was still wrong by his own. He didn't want to let this go, though. This wasn't fucking! This was loving. No one had ever loved him before. He regretted what he had to do now, turning away the only person that had cared. He wasn't exactly the best choice anyway, he rationalized. Harry could do much better. He wasn't exactly the safest person to be aroung and he didn't know how to care for someone. 'Oh Harry...' He let the coldness and loathing slip back into his features. 'I'm so sorry...'

"Sev?" Harry asked.

"Well, Potter. Now that you've had your... fun, I suppose you can leave." Harry recoiled slightly at the harsh tone. His defensive side wouldn't allow him to back down completely though.

"Sev, I-"

"Sev? Potter. Did I say you could use my given name? And if you hadn't already defiled it by letting it roll of your tongue, you slandered it further by cutting it short! Do I look like a nickname type of person to you?" 'Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry!' Severus thought to himself. Harry was in shock. What was happening?

"But, I love you. I wish that I knew a stronger word, but I don't. I care for you. I want to be with you for all eternity. I know you feel it too. I felt it in everything we did together last night." Severus laughed. A hard mean callous laugh. As if a little ant had just asked him not to step on it.

"You love me! That's a laugh! Potter, you don't know what love is and you bloody well don't know me! ou care for me. You want to spend all eternity with me. That's rich! Come on, Potter, tell me more." He laughed once more. 'Merlin, this hurts.' Harry's eyes narrowed.

"I know what you're trying to do. It won't work," he said.

"Pray tell, what am I trying to do?"

"You're trying to push me away."

"Bravo! 100 points to Gryffindor! Now let me tell you something. I don't have the time or the patience for a snot nosed brat such as yourself. I don't have time for on who's deluded by thoughts of a perfect life with his oce cranky potion's master. This is no fairy-tale, Potter. This is life. I will not miraculously fall in lovee with you, I will not shower you wit affection. I will not dote on you. I am a bitter old man. I know what I want, Potter, and I don't want you. I refuse, Potter. I refuse. Eternity is a long time and if I have to spend it with anyone, it won't be you." Severus took out his wand, saying a spell. He was instantly dressed again. He grimaced when he realized he was dressed in more of his sister's horrid creation. Obviously th little wench had managed to tamper with his wand. Though this only showed on his face as a curling of the lip. He sent one last sneer towards Potter before stalking towards the door, trenchcoat billowing, yanking it open, and pulling it closed with a resounding bang. He hadn't looked back once. Surely if he had, he would have ran back and cuddled Harry to death. Harry stared at the closed door. He stared and stared and stared. What had happened? What had he done wrong? Tears gathered in his eyes. What the hell had happened?


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Kaliqua was pissed. She was pissed for a lot of reasons. Two of those things were Harry's so called friends. They had cornered her the night before and had shot questions at her mercilessly. They had demanded to be told what Harry thought he was up to, walking out the Great Hall with that 'Holier than you' persona as they had called it without talking to them first. Why had Harry changed for the worse. Needless to say, that had not made her happy. Well, that was until she dropkicked them into the next wall. Now that had made her happy. The two were now trailing her. Didn't they get the hint? The next thing that had pissed her off was that Harry hadn't come back the night before or even early this morning. Then there was the little fact that the sun hadn't come up. That meant Apollo was pissed and if Apollo was pissed... Let's just say that fur coats and electric heating wouldn't do anyone any good. Oh! And let's not forget her kitten was in trouble! Even with all the problems on her mind, she always came back to Harry, her kitten. She thought a little bit more. Where the hell was Dray! So caught up in her thoughts was she that she walked right into someone. Gravity overtook them and she fell on top of the person. She looked down and into the silver eyes of one Draco Malfoy. She couldn't help the explosive purr, even through her pissed offedness.

'Damn, dis is mad embarassing,' Kaliqua thought to herself. 'Well, i'll just yell at 'im fa a while. Dat'll throw 'im off.' With that thought, Kaliqua began to yell.

"Its about damn time! Where da hell have you been, ya dumb nut!" Draco didn't answer, but Kaliqua took no notice. "My kitten is missing, these two bitches are followin' my ass like a mouse dats seen cheese, and Apollo's feelin' bitchy!" Draco sill hadn't said anything, but he was turning a very interesting shade of blue. "Say somethin' dammit!"

Draco opened and closed his mouth. "I can't...breathe!" he wheezed. Kaliqua looked at him questioningly for a few moments before she realized that she was still on the blonde thus cutting off his air supply. She smiled sheepishly, got up off him, albeit very slowly, and helped him up. Once he had learned the art of breathing once again, he began dusting himself off, glaring at Kaliqua all the while.

"Now what is it you were saying?" he asked calmly. Kaliqua now had one more thing to add to her 'Why She Was Pissed' list. No one was allowed to be calm in a situation like this. True Draco didn't know the situation yet, but did that really matter to Kaliqua. Think for a second... Nope, not really.

"Harry. I have dis feelin' dat somethin's wrong! And da sun! It didn't come out dis morning. We gotta find Harry, Dray!" She said clutching him by his arms and shaking him violently.

"Alright! Alright! I know you're worried. I am too. I've been feeling... off all day. We-" Suddenly both fell to their knees in agony. The pain rolled through them in waves it seemed. They gritted their teeth in order not to scream out. When the first wave passed, Kaliqua leaned her forehead against Draco's. By this time they were both sweating mildly.

"Gods, Draco. What's wrong with him?" Draco simply shook his head. They held each other as another wave of pain rolled over them.


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Aphrodite stared into her brand new amped up mirror. This one was hot pink, huge, and shaped like a heart. But it wasn't the pretty color that had her mesmerized. No, this was something far greater. She was absolutely seething now. That bastard! It was enough to make her scream and thats exactly what she did. It her deep inside every time a couple under her direct attention fought. Usually they were petty fights and the pain was no more than a prick in the finger, but something of this magnitude... It was tearing out her heart, slicing it into small pieces, and Irish step dancing on them individually. So caught up in her pain was she that she didn't even notice the door opening. She was soon caught up in strong arms.

"Dite, what's the matter?" he asked, worry tinging his voice. Before the distraught godess could answer his eyes had already strayed to the mirror. Shown there was a desolate Harricles, crying his eys out silently. His usual sparkling eyes dulled signifigantly. The sight was heart wrenching and blood boiling all at once. His eyes turned hot with anger.

"Who?" he demanded coldly.

"Ares, I can-"

"WHO!" His eyes flashed. Aphrodite sighed in a defeated manner.

"Severus. Severus Snape."

"Don't worry, Dite. I'll take care of it," he said kissing her golden hair softly and then leaving. Aphrodite watched him go.

"That's what I'm afraid of."


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As Eithke sat in the first class of the day...night...whatever, Transfigurations with the Gryffindors, he wondered why he was bothering. He sneered at another boy who tried to sit next to him. The boy squeaked and quickly scurried away. Eithke, better known as Eithan from that moment would be known as the Boy-Who-Should-Not-Be-Tampered-With-Because-He-Has-A-Scowl-Worse-Than-Snape-And-He's-Downright-Scary. He felt the air shift and new she had walked in. He watched every move she made, every slight turnm flicker of the eyes, and intake of breath. She stood by him and before he knew it or even had the chance to scowl, she had sat down and opened her books. From that day forward, she would be known to everyone else as the Girl-Who-Is-Either-To-Stupid-To-Recognize-A-Death-Scowl-Worse-Than-Snape's-Or-She-Is-Hecka-Brave.

Eithke glanced at Xiala, but she ignored him. This pissed him off greatly. No one ignored Eithke. He was used to people cowering in fear just from the mention of his name. Just when he was about to give her a piece of his mind, the cat on the desk transformed into a stern faced woman and looked at them imperiously.

"Congratulations," she said. "Who you are sitting next to now will be your partner for the rest of the year. I-" Eithke didn't hear the rest of the speech. He was to busy trying to contain his urge to KILL KILL. Xiala turned and examined Eithke carefully. She either didn't notice the rage in her eyes or chose not to let it get to her.

"Demon," she said softly.

"Dementor," he retorted. This would be an interesting year.


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Ivette better known as Ivelha wandered the halls. Just because she was in school, didn't mean she was actually going to classes. Why should she? As far as she was concerned this was an in and out mission. Go in, kill some people, get what you want, kill some more people, go out. But ohhhh no! Eithke wanted to be subtle. He wanted to gain the trust, lure him out, and crush everyone else. But thats how one gets hurt. There are too many variables, too many lies to maintain to keep the facade. She smiled to herself. Thats why she and Eithke were such a good team. Opposites, eh? She looked around making sure the coast was clear. She caught a couple of portraits looking at her curiously and glared wrathfully. Each ran out, hair on end, screaming bloody murder. She took out a small mirror from her bag. She held her hand over it.

"Manifestum redde meae," she said. A black swirl appeared in the mirror. It began spinning and spinning, faster and faster until in a shower of blue and silver sparks, Hades' face was there.

"You rang?"he asked.

"Well, Eithke and I have made it into the castle."

"Very good. What else do you have for me."

"The target has guardians.

"That is to be expected. He's still in training."

"They're abnormally strong. They may prove to be very difficult opponents."

"I don't care what you have to do. Get rid of them and bring me Harricles. Don't contact me again until have more good news for me." With that said he disappeared.

"Bastard," she said. She turned the corner and was knocked unconscious as she ran into a door or rather the door ran into her as it made its mad dash away from th angry god who had so violently threw it open.


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Harry sniffled. Look at him. He was a wreck. He hadn't cried in years and this incident was enough to break the dam. It wasn't fair. Everytime he cornered a little innocent piece of happiness sitting there ready for the taking, something bad would always come along and stomp on it...repeatedly. He redressed himself slowly going over everything that had happened before Severus had left. He didn't understand? Where had the error occured? Everything had gone so well. It hurt so much, but he wasn't going to give up that easily. Oh no. He was determined to have him. True happiness was not going to elude him this time. Still, his determination didn't stop the rejection from hurting. He had given himself completely. He felt another tear. Hadn't he cried enough? Something exploded. Harry was soon wrapped in two pairs of strong arms. He instantly realized who they were. Draco and Kaliqua. What would he do without them? He allowed himself to relax in their arms.

"Whats da matta, kitten?" Kaliqua asked softly. Harry tried to speak but was overcome with the need to sob once again.. He bit his lip to keep himself from crying as all the thoughts of the night before and this morning ran through his mind. Draco's arms loosened for a fraction of a second in shock, but only for a fraction of a second. Kaliqua's hold only tightened.

"It'll get betta, hun. Don't worry about it. Look on da bright side. Things can't get no worse." They were then interrupted.

"So, Potter, has this been what you've been doing in your spare time? Group hugs with your new friends."

"Honestly, Potter. You're hanging about that ferret? You've stooped to new lows." Harry turned around to look at ron and Hermione, his two best friends. They had been through so much together. He disentangled himself from the arms currently around him and took a step towards the two, either not hearing the usage of his last name or choosing not to acknowledge it. He was shocked when both took a step backwards and sneered at him dangerously. Intense dislike clearly etched in their features.

"Who do you think you are, Potter? Do you think that you can just throw us away and then pick us back up like it was nothing. We supported you when everyone thought you were the heir to Slytherin when they believed you killed Cedric, but now we're starting to really think. Maybe you did kill Cedric." Harry stared at them. Completely and utterly stupefied.

"What? Ron, Hermione, I-"

"Can it, Potter. Don't call us that anymore. We see your true colors now. It's amazing how we could have been so blind."

"Hermione, I-" But Hermione and Ron didn't stay to listen to him. They left the room, softly clciking the door shut which, in all actuality, hurt more than if it had been slammed. This was more final. Harry turned to face Draco and Kaliqua. Kaliqua looked positively feral as she was held back by Draco.

"Let me at dose bitches! Let me at 'em!" Kaliqua leaped out of Draco's restraining hold but he quickly captured her in his arms once again. Harry hurried over.

"No, 'Qua. I'm okay! I don't care," he said vehemently. "I don't!"

"Dat's a motherfuckin' lie!" Kaliqua said. Her voice was cattish hiss.

"'Qua, if you don't calm down, you'll make me do something I'll later regret. You know how I get when things get...chaotic." Draco allowed a small smile to form on his lips. "My thirst for blood becomes uncontrollable and I just want to see pain all around me,: The last part of the sentence was said in a sing-song voice. Kaliqua continued to struggle. Harry knew that Draco was on his merry way to La La Land. This was bad because his La La Land included rives of blood, anarchy, and heads roasting on spits. If he didn't control Kaliqua, he'd have two raving monsters and there just wasn't enough blood in Hogwarts that would sate them.

"Kaliqua, please," he tried again. "To see you like this hurts."

"It hurts me too," Draco sing-songed. He giggled happily when she stopped struggling and kissed her on the forehead in a fit of childish compassion. Harry and Kaliqua stared at him. It seemed as if his eyes were an endless sea of silver.

"Oh, shyt! I gone and did it now!" Kaliqua said as Draco began to skip around the classroom, breaking anything he saw along the way.

"You do know what this means," Harry said slowly.

"Hellz no! You know what happened da last time!"

"Kaliqua, would you rather let him suck the blood out of thousands of students and possibly total this castle doing it?"

"Nah, but... Why don't we give him some of da Hufflepuffs. No one seems ta care about dem anyway. We can even throw in Weasley and Granger. No one will notice! On dogs!" Harry shook his head apologetically.

"No, 'Qua. Only a sugar high of mass porportions can fix this now." A few minutes later, the trio could be found in the kitchens surrounded by house elves who amazingly enough are classified as Dark. The House Elves held trays upon trays of sweets, wizarding and muggle. Their origin did not matter to the Chaos Vampire sitting in the middle of it, eating everything steadily but quickly. Kaliqua and Harry stood in the nearest corner. They didn't want to be too close when it happened, when the Chaos Magic was locked inside once again.

As Draco stuffed two glazed chocolate donuts in his mouth, there was a great snap. Several House Elves were blown off their feet. The wave rushed towards Drao, crushing everything in its path. It lift Draco up and spun around him like a great tornado. As soon as it had come, it disappeared. Harry looked up from where he had been shielded by Kaliqua. Draco was sitting there docile like, legs crossed underneath him, a cloudy look in his usually sharp eyes.

Harry and Kaliqua moved closer, cautiously. Draco stood up swiftly and gracefully. Harry and kaliqua exchanged looks and smiled. They had done it! They turned to look at Draco, but he was gone. They felt a swift wind pass them and heard the portrait open and close.

"Shyt! Shyt! Shyt! I told you, yo! I mother friggin' told you!" Kaliqua shouted before running through the door, Harry following.

They got out and ran down the hall, just in time to see Draco fly down a particularily long banister. They began following on the steps, but they had began to change. They watched as Draco went flying through the air as the surface underneath him changed, but he stopped his movement. He began break dancing in mid air. Don't worry. He was only 300 feet high or so. Now this was very disturbing. A Malfoy does not break dance. He looked at them mischeviously. and began moon walking in a circling motion. He then dropped like a ton of bricks giving new meaning to drop it like its hot. Kaliqua and Harry were almost about to jump over the railing when they noticed he had stopped a mere two inches above the ground.

"Dat dumbass devil," Kaliqua shouted just as Draco touched the ground and instantly dropped to the ground and had started to roll around laughing. She jumped over the railing and fell on all fours beside Draco.

"Kitty!" he said happily and began to scratch her under her chin. Kaliqua went cross-eyed with pleasure and began to purr.

"Oooo, dat feels really good. Right dere. Dat hits da spot." Harry shook his head as he watched them from up above. He concentrated and two immmense black wings with silver and gold feathers were soon protruding from hi back. He flapped them experimentally, and then he too jumped over and flew down landing softly next to Draco and the purring Kaliqua. Draco looked up at him.

"Pretty," he said simply before turning to Kaliqua. "Kitty prettier," he said running his hands through Kaliqua's hair, his head tipped to the side allowing his silver strands to brush across his face and cover his eyes. Harry smiled at them.

"As much as this scene touches me right here in the heart and even if I know I have years of blackmail, we should get to the Great Hall. Afterall, I want to know whether or not Dumbledore has prepared our rooms." Draco pouted and slowly stood up from petting Kaliqua who, in turn, pouted from the loss. Harry took one look at them and burst out laughing. "Come on you two. It's true now, Kaliqua, things won't be getting any worse." Harry's spirit was truly uplifted. He walked into the Great Hall feeling as if he were on wings and truly he was still wearing wings as he had forgotten to retract his. But him being Harry, didn't notice the hush of the hall when he walked in. And of course he never noticed the srares or the whispers as he was trying to get Draco to sit down.

"But Harry! This is the Gryffindor table! I wanna sit over there! It has shiny things!" Draco said as he pointed at the Hufflepuff table.

"Draco, just sit tight for now. I promise there will be more shiny things later." Draco huffed and sat down sulkily, that is, until Kaliqua somehow appeared in his lap, really, I don't know how she did it, and began to purr as she was subjected to his ministrations once again.

Harry scanned the hall, ignoring the looks he was getting and focused on the Head Table. It was empty. Where was Dumbledore? Where were all the teachers? What the heck was going on? Suddenly he heard a commotion outside the Great Hall. Probably just some students. He looked up once more and for the first time noticed that it was completely dark. The sun hadn't come up that day. He wondered why. What could possibly get Apollo angry enough that he wouldn't raise the sun?

Harry hear the commotion outside get louder and now turned his full attention towards it. He could hear a melle of words being shouted and a myriad of colors flying back and forth. The doors to the Great Hall flew open and ran the lenght of the hall, hiding behind the curtains which were situated behind the Head Table.

"What da hell?" Kaliqua asked as she caught glimpses of the growing altercation outside. The battle moved into the hall as one of the professor's was blown into the hall presumably the force of a spell the opponent had used. A bright light suddenly filled the room. The hall shielded their eyes at the intensity. More teachers came flying in. Harry knew this could only be one person...wel, god. His suspicions were confirmed when a bronzed man with long blonde hair walked through the door and scanned the halls and spotted him locking his eyes in a truly blazing staring match. It wasn't broken as Apollo began to stalk towards him. The god stopped and stared some more.

"Harricles Kaden-Sebastien," Apollo whispered dangerously. Harry stared. He had used his full name. Harry gulped.

"Uh, Apollo! Hi! What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Apollo laughed. "He asks what I'm doing here!" Apollo stopped laughing abruptly. A burst of fire appeared in his hand. It pulsated. He looked at it closely and then threw it. Harry ducked as it flew over his hand burning a path down the Gryffindor table as it skimmed the top. About half way it stopped and exploded blowing the table to smithereens and throwing several students across the hall. Severus Snape was suddenly standing in the middle of all the wreckage, looking very confused.

"Explain him."

"Uh," Harry started, stuttering slightly. The staff and students looked on curiously. Harry looked around and put up a silencing charm. His emerald orbs darkened to an ominous forest green color. "Apollo. How the hell do you know and why the bleeding hell do you care?"

"Harricles, you're mine." Harry's eyes flashed and his wings flared behind him.

"I am no one's. I'm certainly not yours!" Harry said hotly.

"You see Harry, dear. That's where your wrong." Apollo aura flared dangerously and Harry knew that a barrier charm would be needed. He quickly put up the strongest one he could think of. "I've marked you. You belong to me."

"What are you talking about? You haven't marked me! As if I would let you!" Harry snorted.

"Oh, but you did let me, harricles," Apollo purred. "Don't you remember that first day we met, when I held you close to me? When I tasted your beauty? That was the beginning. The second kiss tightened it You've managed to escape my lips since then, love, but you won't be able to now. The third kiss will seal the deal and the sun will fly to new heights." Apollo grabbed Harry around his waist pulling him closer. As Apollo began to lower his lips, Harry could hear the pounding on his shield. He could feel Draco and Kaliqua's distress, but he felt paralyzed. He couldn't move. Apollo's lips were only an inch away now. In a few seconds he would be taken, stolen away...

A clang was heard. His shield, which could have held off Merlin and a dozen or so Dragons flickered and died. A magnificent midnight black stallion stormed in. The only unusual thing about him was his gold and silver horn. It reared and when once again it was on four hooves, it charged towards Apollo's back. Harry closed his eyes tightly. He could feel Apollo's heat and it made him uncomfortable. Apollo was suddenly pulled back by some unknown force. Harry was immensely gracious but he still couldn't move. The Darkhorn nudged him and winnied worriedly. Kaliqua and Draco rushed up to him trying everything in their voice could be heard.

"You is not harming Harry Potter sir!" A thousand House Elf heads bobed up and down in agreement. Apollo laughed.

"Are you serious? This is your defense!" Most of the hall looked as if the agreed with him, that is, until they saw Dumbledore. He wasn't twinkling. In fact, he was frowning and he had a very disturbed look on his face. Everyone knew that house elves were the most powerful creatures in the wizarding world. It was just a good thing that they didn't know their own power and had a very strong urge to make others happy.

The House Elves glared as a whole. They puffed out their chests, put on a determined look, and raised their hands, pointing at Apollo. All of this they did in tandem.

"You is not harming the great Harry Potter sir no longer!" A thousand and one voices said at the same time. Apollo continued to laugh. There was silence as his mouth was closed by a steal slab. He clawed at it but soon his arms were sticking to his sides as they were chained together. He was blasted through the doors. The House Elves followed the path that he took. They watched as he sailed through the skies and landed in the lake. The squid surfaced and grabbed the prone god's body which disappeared as the squid wrapped his many tentacles around him, pulling him down into the azure water. The professors and students rushed outside, leaving the two guardians and one stallion to cluck over Harry, trying in vain to get him out of Apollo's paralyzing spell.

"Professors," Neville Longbottom asked, cautiously. "The lake...it's turning pink." The students all looked at the lake as if to confirm the veracity of this claim.

"Oh my!" All the female teachers exclaimed with blushes beginning on their faces. Flitwick toppled of a flat rock he had been standing on. Dumbledore was twinkling insanely. Snape just grimaced slightly.

"I do believe," Dumbledore began, "that our dear squid has a bit of a crush." The students looked into the now placid water, horrified. They wished that fate on no one. Soon, the professors ushered all the children into the castle once more. After all, it was still lunch time and they were all quite hungry. The House Elves had already re-entered earlier, relaeasing Harry from whatever spell he had been under and kissing his feet adoringly. Harry had had to tell each that they were forbidden from doing that 20 times before it got through their heads. Yeah, instead, they only kissed the hems of his robes.

He sighed as he looked up at the now fool Head Table. He only saw one face. The face that would haunt his awake and asleep hours. He was sandwiched in between two people that loved him and all he could think about was the love he had lost. The sun had still not risen and in his eyes, the sun never would if he could not have Sev.

Chatter in the Great Hall once again ceased. Harry looked up to see what had happened this time and was gobsmacked as he saw a fog covering the Head Table. This wasn't any fog. This was the Fog of War. Ares stepped out slowly. As grave as stone. He watched the hall with dead eyes and observed each teacher before him slowly. Harry had never seen him this way before and, frankly, it scared him. What was he doing here? What business could he possible have at Hogwarts? Ares' eyes settled on Snape and the man looked as if he was asking whatever deities that would listen, what he had done wrong. The god walked over to him, appraising him with cool eyes. He handed him an envelope and in a calm voice that was agressive in its own stated,

"Severus Snape, I hereby declare war. The charge. Breaking a god's heart. The consequences. Me. Beware. I am Ares. God of War. You shall be punished." With that he turned and disappeared in his Fog.

The silence was broken with one exclamation from the least expected person ever.

"Godammit Severus!" McGonagall said. "You are such a frigging idiot!"


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Well, peeps, I finished. Finally. Its summer now. I'll be writing hopefully a lot quicker though. Thanks to Fanfiction's new rules, I can't do reviewer responses anymore, but if you really want your responses than you can e-mail me. Kay? Ahahaha! My muses say they will whip me if I don't start on the new chapter. Ahahaha. I better fet going then, huh?

Thanks everyone! Read and Review. You know the drill. Blah de blah. And I'm out...till chapter 10 (can you believe it, 10).

Until Then

Rainwaters