So, here the new chapter, signalling the start of the new book of Ouranos Potter and the blessing of Anonymity: The Secrets of the Chamber.

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The return

Far away, in a land beyond the sea, in the middle of a marketplace, at a fruit stand, three elderly ladies were knitting a scarf. They were, of course, the Fates, and they were, of course, completely able to support themselves without ever touching even one coin of money, but hey, the stall was there, the fruit was there, they were there. It was an opportunity.

Still, no-one actually bought their fruit, because they cackled madly every five minutes. Force of Habit. Also, the fruit had seen better days.

So, while the people were continuously creeped out by the weird trio, and had no idea since when that stand had been there, or whether the fruit was still fresh, the three ladies were knitting a scarf, behind their rotting apples. Time is a difficult concept for ones as old as the hags.

Suddenly, the marketplace quieted. Almost ceremoniously, the middle one produced a pair of shears from Tartarus-knows-where. Completely ceremoniously, the hag positioned the shears at the right spot, while, for some reason, her sisters had started a tug-of-war with the yarn.

She cut the thread. A loud snip was heard, spooking every demigod in a vicinity of fifty meters.

When some of them arrived to see what happened, however, they only found three hags, two of which were cooing in awe at the scarf the third wore proudly. It was a beautiful scarf. Red, but light-blue at the end, which fluttered beautifully on the wind.

In a cabin on a red train speeding through the Scottish Highlands, a primordial in a child's body sighed. He had come back to continue his education, but, more importantly, see Godric and Hecate again. Now, however, he had second thoughts. It had started when he went to gather his supplies in the Flourish and Blotts. He had been spotted by, who was in hindsight, the man he never ever wanted to rot his eyes on: Gilderoy Lockhart. If he wasn't the master of all air, he would say the man was an airhead. Lockhart had immediately singled him out, thrust some books in his hands, and violated his face with the flash of a photo being made.

He had stumbled out of the shop and, when he regained his sight, stumbled upon the Weasleys. They hadn't seen him yet, so he approached. It could have turned out to be a good day after all.

He was, of course, wrong. He had been kidnapped by an elf-like creature, a house-elf called Dobby, who had bound him to a chair to beseech him to not go back to Hogwarts. Ouranos had escaped within seconds. If he had any luck, the elf was still searching for him to this day.

Then, when he entered the platform, he felt some resistance for some reason. He got through anyway, but it worsened his mood.

The second thing that made him question his return, was that he doubted the decision to leave his lover immensely, and he questioned himself on whether it would be better to return to her and tell her everything. She had been very refreshing in his short period of self-exile, and she had a large imagination, more than he had expected a goat farmer in Nepal to have. He actually hoped the note he left her would come back to him some day. As long as her goats didn't. Ouranos shivered. He had never expected goats to even be able to be that scary.

As the big whopper though, he wasn't even sure if Hecate would be able to return at all. He did also not know yet whether she had told the gods or not, so they could turn up on the doorstep of Hogwarts while he was there.

On the other hand, he felt a bit liberated. He had decided to throw the caution of last year out of the window, for Hecate knew of him anyway, and he had decided to take things when they came and enjoy life. He was sure to see Godric again (for he wouldn't not go to his own school when he had the chance), and it seemed, from what the crazy house-elf told him, that the students of Hogwarts could use his help. He hadn't seen Godric yet, though.

All with all, he decided that he would save judgement until he was a few weeks in at Hogwarts regarding his decision to return. Now off to find Godric.

In retrospect, he was absolutely right about his notions of Godric. He wouldn't let anything keep him from returning to his own school. That didn't mean that a disgruntled Ouranos (, for Godric was nowhere to be found, and there was some first year kid that took pictures of him like there was no tomorrow,) was not dumbfounded when, during the start of the year feast, a blue car smashed against the roof of the Great Hall and fell off. Panic ensued, with the purebloods thinking that the muggles had initiated an attack against Hogwarts, and luckily enough Ouranos managed to get to Malfoy before he screamed 'We're all gonna die!', so that the panic didn't escalate out of hand. That it was Lockhart who was their new professor and held a small speech afterwards, about 'Not needing to fear, because Lockhart is here', only worsened his mood.

That it later turned out to be Godric made eerily much sense for Ouranos. It all came together when he saw a slightly limping Godric stagger through the portrait into the common room, grinning wider than he ever had.

Ouranos shot him a look of "really?", to which Godric gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

It was absolutely no surprise to him, when he saw that Gryffindor had less than zero points the next day at breakfast. Neither was it to Godric and after fifteen minutes had passed and people where still staring, Ouranos began to understand Godric's chuckling, if only for a little bit. Then the owls came, and Godric got himself a beautiful red envelope.

Immediately Godric's face turned inquisitive, while the people around him started to inch away from him.

The twins came up behind Ouranos. "I would cover my ears if I were you."

"Yeah. That's a Howler, the nastiest letter in existence."

"Screams at you like there's no tomorrow."

"Occasionally bites your ears off."

"Generally nasty."

"And –" But the twin in question didn't finish the question when Godric summoned a candle from above and held the letter in it, which promptly burned to ashes . A fading voice started to say something to Godric, but the message was lost as it faded before being able to complete it.

The twins', and other nearby-sitting-Gryffindors', eyes bulged out of their sockets. The picture-taking kid took a picture in bafflement.

"What? It was obvious, wasn't it? Not like it was magical fire."

One of the twins nodded very slowly, seemingly in agreement, but not quite understanding what just happened.

"Ah, well," Godric turned to a snorting Ouranos. "Let's go to classes." And he stood up and left in the same direction as the other second years.

And Ouranos, desperately trying not to laugh, followed, grateful for the opportunity.

Classes were much like last year, only a bit harder. It was surprisingly hard to avoid Lockhart, though, or the picture-kid, Colin Creevey, for that matter. He even had to become air once lest he would be caught by the two of them before the greenhouses. He wasn't looking forward to Lockhart's class, that was for sure.

But he couldn't stop time (hell, only Chronus could), so after a while, he found himself sitting next to Godric in a rowdy classroom, with walls adorned with pictures of one man, and one man only: Lockhart. They all smiled so sweetly that Ouranos wanted to blast them all of the wall that instant. Lockhart, he summarized, was and would not be his favourite professor.

And there he came, the twat. Walking in here like a thousand eyes where hungrily taking in his being. Well, except for his portraits. Narcissus would be able to learn from this guy, that was for sure.

Godric sniggered when Ouranos passed him that one.

"Me!" He said, causing Ouranos to beat his head against the table. Quietly, of course. Who knows what would happen if he would stand out in this class?

"Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary member of the –" One of his paintings spontaneously went up in thin air. Godric looked beside him to see a thoroughly irritated Ouranos. He approved.

"—Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. This year, I, the generous Gilderoy Lockhart, have generously offered professor Dumbledore my knowledge as a Defence against the Dark Arts teacher! In my lessons, I will take you to the deep woods of Germany, the snowy landscapes of Scotland, the green fields of Greenland and more!" Ouranos had an inkling of suspicion that Lockhart had probably not been to those places at all, but he kept quiet.

"But first! A small test, to know how far you are with the materials I'm going to handle."

He began to hand out tests. Ouranos looked beside him, where Godric was severely unimpressed, but was distracted when he got his own copy and started looking through it.

It seemed, that if this was what Lockhart was going to teach, he would fail the class. Epically. But he couldn't quite bring himself to care. Nobody in their right minds wanted to know what Lockhart's favoured colour of women's lingerie was. It was disgusting.

Only after fifteen minutes Lockhart began collecting the tests again, after which he immediately looked through them.

"Tut, tut, seems like no-one remembered that my favourite colour is lilac. I said so in Year with a Yeti."

Lockhart kept going through the tests, but his face became depressed when nobody got more than thirty of the fifty-four points.

"Well, no matter. I'm here to remedy that. For this lesson, I have brought you…"

He took a cage to the front, and whipped off the cover that was over it.

"Cornish Pixies!" One of Lockhart's carefully combed locks of hair detached itself from the others and flicked to the right to increase the dramatic effect.

Ouranos snorted and Godric outright laughed. A few more classmates also snorted or giggled.

Lockhart glared towards them. "Let's see how you deal with them, then." And he let them loose.

Immediately, the pixies began to wreak havoc onto the students. Ouranos looked towards Godric, who had the same astounded expression as he had. Quickly, Ouranos manipulated the air so that the pixies couldn't get to him or the other students.

"Of course, if you had taken this serious, you would have known that the spell to get rid of them is Peskypiksi Pesternomi!"

Ouranos immediately took this opportunity, and changed the pixies into thin air. He hadn't thought of the consequences, though, when the students started staring in wonder at Lockhart. Ouranos facepalmed.

After the lesson, Godric shot him a look, and Ouranos followed him.

"That was you, with the pixies, wasn't it?"

"Yes. I can't believe he would do that without a back-up plan!"

"Neither can I. I won't let rubbish like him teach here if I can do anything about it!"

"So what are you planning?"

"I'm going to file a complaint." Godric said, an evil glint entering his eyes while he smirked.

And so it was, that the almighty lord of air and the ancient founder of Hogwarts went to file a complaint to the current headmaster.

"I'm afraid I can't do anything about that, boys." The headmaster answered a bit impatiently, while glancing at something behind them. "Sherbet lemon?"

"Yes, please." Godric said. The headmaster accio'd one and gave it to Godric, who popped it in his mouth. "Thanks." Then Godric went back to the matter in hand.

"How do you mean you cannot do anything about it?! Is it not your job to choose the best out of all the people who applied for the position?" Godric said, enraged.

"He was the best. There was only him." The headmaster sighed regretfully. "So I'm afraid that, unless he has done something truly outrageous, we're stuck with him."

"No-one else, absolutely no-one else applied?!" Godric couldn't believe it. His school…!

"I'm sorry, my boy, but no. Now it's time for you two to return to your common rooms. It's getting late." The headmaster shoved them out of the door. Ouranos closed it, while glimpsing the headmaster taking a handful of sherbet lemons and stuffing them in his mouth.

Godric let himself be led back by Ouranos, still too stunned to pay attention.

While he snapped out of it when they were back, it was obvious to Ouranos that Godric hadn't completely recovered. He had grown a bit more quiet and he sighed sometimes out of the blue. Ouranos once asked him what was the matter, but Godric brushed it off with an "It's nothing", so Ouranos left it alone.

It took only one more lesson of Lockhart's for Ouranos to ask Godric to train him in his magic powers instead of going to the lessons, which Godric happily agreed to. Of course, they invited Neville and the twins too. They used the Room of Requirement for the lessons, which proved to be a blessing and a curse.

"You're doing it all wrong!" Said the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw for the umpteenth time, when Ouranos presented her a rune of Protection.

"Really, if only I had hands, I would show you how! But nooooo, Mister Magic doesn't want to create some. Because he can't, he says. Hmpf!" Rowena turned to the side of her portret, arms crossed.

"Hey! You know very well that that's too far beyond my skill set!" Godric shot back.

"Whatever." Rowena shrugged it off. "Next!" A shuddering Neville walked to the front, showing a surprisingly accurate drawing of the rune Rowena had tried to describe them.

"Look at that. At least someone can follow my directions!" Rowena said, which made Neville smile a bit.

"Wait," Fred (George?) said, looking up from his own hideous drawing. "Wasn't this for training of magic power? How did we get at runes?"

"I think it was through magic application?" Ouranos said, looking at his drawing to figure out what was wrong with it. Godric nodded.

"True. And then Rowena started about Runes."

"Every good witch or wizard should know them! The more advanced magics are almost all more powerful with runes of some kind!" Rowena said, indignant. "Also, item enchantment is almost dependent on them!"

"But shouldn't we do some more basic things first then?" George (the other one) said.

Suddenly, Godric spoke up. "I know what this is about! This is about your hands, is it not! You want us to enchant you some hands!" He finished triumphantly, holding his own hand up to get his point across.

"…yes. But it's your fault I'm in this portrait in the first place! So it's your responsibility!" Ouranos interest was piqued, this was a story he hadn't heard before.

"Wait, you made that magical portrait?" Neville said.

"No comment. Besides, after we got you out the first time, you willingly came back the second time, to be able to see the school even after your body died!"

"Ok, point taken. We'll do the basic things first." Rowena said.

"You mean your real soul is in there? What did Thanatos say about it? You basically cheated him." Ouranos couldn't contain his curiosity. This seemed to puzzle Neville. Thanatos? (Of course, not Fred and George. Godric had told them everything.)

"Don't worry, we worked it out with him. He had a few conditions, but it's basically fine that I'm here. Now, let's do basics."

"Right. Let's start with Animagus transformations." Godric stood up.

"That's not basic at all, you oaf!" Rowena said in outrage.

"Nah, that's fine, we don't mind." Fred said. George and Neville nodded.

"But-! But-! Argh! Fine! My Sudoku, please." Ouranos put her Sudoku booklet before the portrait, which muttered a thanks and some things about insufferable redheads.

The rest of the training was spent on Animagus theory, with Ouranos baffling the twins when he showed of a few bird transformations. Rowena refused to take part in it, grumbling all the while.

The next day, Godric got to hear what his punishment was for crashing a car on the roof of the school. He had to help Lockhart sign his fanmail, which led to an uncommon sight: Godric kneeling before Ouranos. It was even stranger because of the fact that it was Ouranos he was kneeling to. Normally, Ouranos wouldn't stand for that and quickly get it out of the way. Not this time, but out of the crowd of people who watched, only Neville and the twins noticed, really.

"Please!" Godric said.

"No." Phase 1 of his plan: Say no.

"Please doubled!" Godric begged.

Ouranos smirked. "No." Phase 2: Say no with an unimpressed look.

"I will do anything! Surely you would have an ability that would get me out of this detention!" Ouranos was impressed.

Success! "All right then. I'll send Franz. You'll have to charm him, however."

"You have my thanks!"

"I'll think of something I want you to do in return." Ouranos smirked, and Godric paled when he realized that it could very well have been safer for him to just go to the detention.

This was the start of two particular legends in Hogwarts: Harry Potter, miracle worker, and Franz. Who was he and where did he come from? Not that Ouranos realized this, of course, or else he would probably not have made such a display of it. But let's return to him after that little display, while he was still oblivious to the dangers of the title of Miracle Worker…

Or, let's not. Let's instead go to just after Godric had singlehandedly destroyed the Slytherin's Nimbus 2001 brooms as payback for their verbal thrashing of the Gryffindor team. When he entered, he had accidentally set of a trap that made him throw up slugs every minute or two. But Godric, Godric was a warrior (!), which led to him doing it anyway. Of course, not even normal warrior's would have gotten away with it, but Godric, well, was Godric, and when he told people he had been experimenting with curses, they believed him. Most of the time.

It was a sight Ouranos never wanted to see again. "Next time," he said "you can go barf slugs over newly broken brooms on your own."

Godric barfed up a slug as answer. Ouranos shuddered. Disgusting. If only Hecate was here.

Another slug crawled out of Godric's mouth, which made him laugh. "Ah, but it was righteous at least!"

"I highly doubt that." Ouranos said, now leafing through a book on counter-curses, which he had brought along on Godric's request, probably for times like this. "Hang on for a bit, will you."

After Ouranos had found the counter-curse, and had applied it, he made his terms from earlier that day known.

"I've thought of what I want from you in return for getting you out of that detention. You get Hecate to come back to Hogwarts."

Godric, secretly relieved that it wasn't something embarrassing, like running around the school in only his bathrobe (and getting scolded by Helga afterwards. True story), complied.

"All right. But why?"

"Because it's more fun with her around." Ouranos said. "Not that you're not fun, but…"

"No," Godric said. "I think I get what you mean." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"May I remind you who had a crush on his mother?" Godric held his hand over his heart in mock-hurt.

"No, it's all in a friendly sense. She's got the latest stuff on the Olympians too, and I bet she'll be happy to come back." Ouranos continued.

"Of course, of course. What you say."

But Ouranos could see he didn't believe a word of it.

"Really, if you must know, I already have a lover." Ouranos said indignantly.

"Yeah, but you're a divine being." Godric said, shrugging.

"So?" Ouranos asked, piqued.

"Well, since Zeus came to power…" Godric started, but he trailed off.

"He's that bad?" Really, to singlehandedly change the image of divine beings to being playboys, that was an ability to be feared.

"Well, his sons and the other gods do it too…" Godric supplied. Ouranos glared at him.

"Yes. Yes he is." Godric deadpanned.

Silence followed.

"So you thought I'd be running around naked all over the place?" Ouranos checked, just to be sure.

"…No?" It was as he feared. He filed it away under 'Things to berate Zeus for'.

They walked on. Suddenly Ouranos smirked.

"Why don't you go run around the school in only your bathrobe after your detention, in addition of getting Hecate here."

"What? I didn't even tell you that story!"

"No. The twins did, though."

And so it was, that a grumbling Godric did not go to detention. But he questioned if it was worth it. Around midnight, Ouranos dragged Godric out of bed and gave him his bathrobe. It was then, eating popcorn and seeing Godric pass the start line for the second of three times, that Ouranos heard the words.

Come… come to me… let me rip you… let me tear you… let me kill you…

Immediately afterwards, his head exploded in pain.

That's it, folks. Now the big stuff comes in. Well, not now, but you get the message.

No311.

Beneath here is a response to a particularly rude guest review. Beware.

Response to the guest review: anonymity is spelled with a y, stupid. Go back to school and pass second grade.

I have rectified it. I also followed your advice, and went to second grade. Sadly, there was no second grade. There was only a 'Groep 4'. The word 'Anonymity' was also nowhere to be found in the aforementioned 'Groep 4'. It seems to me that a certain guest didn't pass his Geography tests. If you did, you would probably have known that there are countries whose first languages aren't English (and don't have your school system). Shocking, right. Just something you might want to consider the next time you insult random people because of a spelling mistake.

Sorry for that. Please know that I love any reviews that aren't flames like the above one. Note that it's the insult that makes it a flame, so if you have useful criticism, throw it at me. It's a learning process, people!

Nevertheless, I like compliments too.

See you next time!