Disclaimer and warnings: refer Chapter One. An extra warning, though. Some parts of this chapter had me thinking about the fic's rating (whether I should change it to M). Depending on what most people would say, I will change it.

Chapter Twelve

(Hogwarts Castle, 13 August 2005)

Dumbledore was in an extremely good mood. The Magical Academies that were visiting had sent the names of the students that were coming. One particular Beacon Academy had a student named 'Hadrian Potter.'

Dumbledore could barely contain his glee. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was coming back. Now all he had to do was to obliviate the boy, rewrite his memories and he would be under his thumb! His plans would proceed as planned!

Dumbledore was brought out of his happiness when the wards alerted him of a man approaching. He allowed the man to enter.

"Ah, Sirius! What do I owe you the pleasure?" Dumbledore said as the man walked in his office.

"Let's save the idle chit chat later, professor. I am sure, you must have heard, but Voldemort is on the move."

Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle. "How do you know?"

"I have my sources," Sirius replied.

Dumbledore frowned for a split second before his expression changed to its usual serenity. He hated that Sirius Black was out of prison. Now it would be much more difficult to control Harry Potter once he shows up. But Dumbledore knew it was political suicide to get on Sirius's bad side, so he let it slide.

"We need to re-establish the Order, Professor Dumbledore." Sirius said.

Dumbledore heaved a sigh. Looks like Sirius was not too much into the dark like Dumbledore assumed. He could still be used. No, Dumbledore decided, Sirius should be used. How else would he attain the Greater Good? How else would every knowledge pertaining to magic be his and his alone? But he needed to do so discreetly.

"That might be hard, Sirius. No one would believe that he's back."

"Not unless you tell them yourself."

Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Yes. I suppose you are correct. But our previous HQ was destroyed."

Sirius smirked. He placed a parchment on Dumbledore's desk."We could have the new HQ here."

Dumbledore opened the parchment.

No. 12, Grimmauld Place

"The place is under a fidelius."

"Yes, professor. The secret keeper is... Well, I'd tell you that, but after those 12 years, I have trouble trusting people. So maybe another time."

Dumbledore frowned inwardly. "Of course, Sirius. But I can be trusted. You know that."

Sirius nodded, "I may trust you. But I don't necessarily want to share such information. I must take my leave. Good day, professor." With that, Sirius walked out, not caring for the glare sent his way by the aged headmaster.

Later that day, in the Hog's Head, Sirius met up with another man.

"He took the bait. Now all we have to do is to get my godson here."

(Rowena's house, 14 August 2005)

Harry and Silena sat across from Rowena and Edward. When they were called to meet up with them, both of them had thought that their relationship was no longer a secret. But it turned out that their wards had simply called them because Sirius Black had gotten three tickets to the Quidditch World Cup Final. Originally they were supposed to be for him, Harry and Rowena, but Rowena had declined.

Harry wasn't much into the sport, which he felt was highly illogical. The seeker was the only player that truly mattered. And there was no rule that said what to do if either Seeker falls before catching the Snitch. Not only that, but your side could just sit by, let the other side shoot a maximum of fourteen times, then catch the snitch. Your team would win. By doing nothing.

While Harry had no love for Quidditch, Silena did. She was not obsessed, but her enjoyment of the sport came quite close. So, while Harry wasn't exactly excited about the Final, Silena was. She knew that Ireland would most likely win – Bulgaria had awful Chasers, Keepers and Beaters. It was Krum that pulled them to the Finals. Something she would never say around Harry (even the boy most likely knew; he knew everything). It would only re-affirm his belief that Seeker was the only one that mattered most.

"We will go," Silena said.

"Don't I–"

"We. Will. Go."

Rowena and Edward exchanged glances. The exchange had happened so many times in the past that it wasn't funny anymore. Edward almost pitied the boy. He had dated Silena's mother, and she was very hard to please. Not to mention, she had him wrapped around her finger in the first five minutes. Of course, he almost pitied Harry. He was dating his baby girl after all. But how to dissuade her from going so far away from his, as in Edward's protection?

Rowena, on the other hand, pitied Silena for falling for her brother. If he was serious about anything, he was just like a male version of their mother. She suspected that Harry fell for Silena because of this reason. Silena was very smart. Not like Harry, but she excelled in things Harry couldn't.

Like the first time they had met when both were seven. Harry had changed schools, and she was his classmate. While Harry excelled in the more academic subjects, Silena was the one who showed him the wonders of friendship and why forming bonds was important. Harry was a very quite kid back then, with almost no friends, but Rowena was delighted when he wouldn't stop talking about his new and first friend.

He was so adorable back then...

Snapping herself out of her memories, Rowena addressed the younger demigods. "Seems like you have made your decision. I shall allow you."

Edward looked at Rowena. "Anastasia, you have no say whether Silena can go or not!"

Silena fixed her father with a cross look. Edward gulped." Of course, I will allow you, dear! I am simply worried about you!"

Silena's gaze softened. "Don't worry, daddy. Harry will protect me!"

Harry, who was lost in thought, thinking about how he was going to re-route the WiFi in the Big House so that Cabin Six can also get WiFi (his requests to his mother had went unanswered), sat up, "I will? I mean of course I will!" Harry said.

"Not exactly counting on it," Edward mumbled under his breath as the two ladies in the house glared at Harry, who sunk into himself.

"This is our place!" Sirius said excitedly as he, Harry and Silena walked to the lot provided to them. There were tents everywhere, and wizards and witches all roaming around the place.

Harry wondered why they were given a spot for a tent, but realized that the British wizards and witches were staying the night. He and Silena had arrived by portkey that Rowena had created (The Beauregards believed she had acquired it through her ICW connections). They were also provided with an emergency portkey each, that would take them back to Rowena's house. Both the emergency portkeys (in the form of identical rings that they were wearing on their middle fingers) were designed to break all anti-portkey wards, courtesy of Rowena's very own rune developed for such an occasion. Of course, thede portkeys also served as their way home.

Of course, the second part of Harry's displeasure (the first being that he was dragged here) came when Sirius began to manually set up the tent. He explained to the demigods that they were on muggle grounds, and hence needed to do this the old fashioned way.

"Firstly, muggle is an insult. The correct term is non magical or mundane. Second, move aside." Harry took out his wand.

"Didn't you hear what your godfather–"

Harry erected the tent.

"said. Never mind." Silena huffed. Why did her boyfriend like to throw the rules out of the window?

"Hey!" Sirius yelled, though he did not seem too angry about it. "Only I can break the rules!"

Silena facepalmed. Yep. That was totally Harry's godfather.

Harry didn't respond, and simply went in. Silena frowned, knowing full well that he had gone in there to sleep. "Oh no you don't! We're going out and exploring!"

Sirius grinned as Silena dragged his godson away, reminding him to 'play safe..' and laughing as Harry turned stark red. Then he went inside the tent, already making comparison between James's and Lily's relationship and that of Harry and Silena.

Both the males were completely whipped by the first three weeks.

After spending a lot of time just roaming about, Harry and Silena had come across many, many odd people. They were heading back, now.

One was a Hogwarts student by the name of Zacharias Smith. He was an extremely arrogant boy, and Harry had almost laughed out loud at his introduction: "I am Zacharias Smith. Descendent of Helga Hufflepuff." Now, Harry didn't know what became of Helga's descendants after the 1400's (Rowena had kept a close eye on her friends' families), as the last one who could prove that he had Hufflepuff blood in him died without producing a heir.

Harry had driven Silena away from Zacharias barely a second later when he realized that he had only added the 'descendant of Hufflepuff' to impress Silena. Not counting her father and brothers, Harry was the only man who was allowed to impress Silena.

Not that she was impressed by the British wizard, but Harry didn't care.

They had also run into another boy (named Nicholas Ravenwood), also from Hogwarts, who claimed to be Rowena's descendant. Harry had to bite his cheek in order to stop himself from laughing after that. Hearing someone to be his sister's descendant...

It didn't help that Silena was giving him odd looks as a few snickers escaped his lips.

Now he just needed to meet someone claiming to be a Gryffindor and someone claiming to be a Slytherin. It had taken him, however, a lot of will power to not correct them. He would have a hard time covering his bases with Silena when she would question him about how he knew things that no one should have possibly known.

Thanks to many events such as the Gryffindor line getting assimilated into the Potters and the last known Hufflepuff dying before he could reproduce, coupled with the fact that (publicly believed) Ravenclaw and Slytherin lines being extinct, information on the Founders' descendants was very scarce. Harry would have to make up a plausible excuse as to why he knew all of this information without blowing his sister's cover. He could do that, but he didn't particularly like lying to Silena despite him doing so in the past. Did it make him a hypocrite? Yes, but it was never too late to improve.

The two of them had also run into redheaded twins that tried to sell them something called a 'Canary Cream' or something along those lines. Silena had declined and they had moved on without much incident.

Of course, Harry had provided each of these guys with a pseudonym, Luke Solo. No one had caught on with the obvious reference.

Finally, they had reached their own tent where Sirius was waiting for them.

"Finally. We have fifteen minutes to make it to the stadium." Sirius ushered the two demigods towards the stadium.

Sirius had ensured that they had the best seats in the stadium, which worked quite well for Silena and not so well for Harry. Sirius was surprised to know that Harry didn't like Quidditch, given that James played the sport quite well and was a huge fan of it, but it seemed that Harry took after his mother (or was that mothers?) more than his father.

Of course, Harry was also annoyed that he was sharing the same general area as those two idiot boys who claimed to be the Founders' descendants. They'd used the 'heir to Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw' line again on Silena, just to see if she would leave Harry.

They were oddly quiet after she told them off with, "Sorry, but I only date guys who can stand up for their own accomplishments, and certainly not the type who are riding off the glory of long gone legends."

Harry had half a mind to take her shopping again. Key term here was 'half a mind'.

But the two British wizards were persistent, and Harry had snapped this time. He didn't say anything to them, but rather put them in a Mist-induced illusion that made them run away.

"Thanks," she whispered, as the match began.

"You could have saved your girlfriend from the start," Sirius piped up from behind the two.

"You say as if she is a damsel in distress who needs saving. Quite frankly, I was saving them," Harry replied. Silena smirked, Harry knew she would have pulled out her knife if the two had stayed for even a second. While the Celestial Bronze blade would not hurt them, it could scare them. And she knew from experience that if she were to stab their goods, it would cause a of phantom pain.

Or, if that didn't work, she was going to use her charmspeak to make them jump on the veela cheerleaders. Then laugh as they would get burned by the Veela.

The Final was over, resulting in Ireland's victory. It was one of the only match Harry had seen where the snitch didn't make a difference, which reinforced his belief that it was a useless item. If it did make a difference between winning and losing, then it was the only thing that mattered. If it doesn't, why have a small object be the deciding factor that ended the game rather than a time limit?

They had also met the high profile wizards like Lucius Malfoy (whom Sirius claimed was a complete dick) and Minister Fudge. Harry had been introduced as 'Jack Rivers' and Silena with her own name. She had no reason to go undercover. The two politicians were fed a story that Jack and his sister, Anastasia, had helped Sirius in the US, and hence he had got him and his girlfriend here as a thank you gift.

Which was the truth, if you ignored the pseudonyms.

They had come back to their tent, barely stayed for five minutes, before all hell broke loose outside when some people attacked.

"Both of you, activate your emergency portkeys, now," Sirius ordered his two charges, but both just ran out towards the fire created by the attackers. "Sorry, Sirius, but demigods are heroes, and not just in title!" he heard his godson yell.

"Lady Ravenclaw is going to kill me," Sirius muttered to himself, before running after them.

Harry and Silena caught up to the attackers. They had not noticed the two demigods, yet. Harry counted seven cloaked figures. Maybe there was a backup unit somewhere? He thought to himself. Surely no one was that foolish to attack a place filled with over a hundred mages with just seven people. Unless they were experts at stealth. Except these guys weren't hiding at all. They were completely ignoring their surroundings, as one guy stumbled into his partner.

Something told Harry this was not a co-ordinated attack. These men possessed zero strategy, and were assuming that no one would attack them. They were relying too much on fear tactics. That would work only to a certain level.

As Harry began formulating their own attack strategy, the seven suddenly stopped, yelled, and ran back.

Harry and Silena were confused, the later asking whether it was something he did. Harry shook his head no. Then they spotted a small figure coming towards them.

It was a boy, probably twelve years or so, with brown hair and dark green eyes. Both of them recognized who he was instantly.

"Alabaster?" Harry called out.

Alabaster turned. "Hey," he waved. The son of Hecate, who could be seen quite rarely at Camp, was standing there casually. "Sup!"

Harry sighed. He knew Alabaster as he visited Rowena quite often to take lessons. He wasn't the only child of Hecate in the States to do so; Lou Ellen came by sometimes as well. Alabaster's visits were more common, though. He was an orphan and Hecate had asked Rowena to look after him (if she could) outside Camp.

Rowena was keeping an eye on him through Beacon's teachers, as Alabaster was one of the students who stayed in the school's dorms.

"What did you do?" Harry asked him.

"Showed them an illusion that depicted a Cerberus with lava flowing from its mouth and fire burning in its eyes. And then it began to spew hot lava all over the place. Did I mention that its claws were soaked in blood?"

Harry and Silena stared at the young boy for a few seconds. Harry knew that Alabaster possessed a powerful core – more so than his own – due to him being Hecate's son, and also he had a much better control over Mist than Harry.

"More importantly, what are you doing here?" Harry asked his uncle. It felt weird having an uncle three years younger than him.

"Eh, teleported here to see the match."

No one questioned as to how he got in without any ticket, because it was obvious he used the Mist. Neither of them even cared that he had teleported across an entire ocean.

Sirius's animagus form caught up with them, immediately transforming back to human.

"What's going on? Who's the kid?"

"Crucio," Voldemort pointedhis wand at Lucius Malfoy. The man was on the ground, writhing in agony as pain coursed through his very being. "Care to repeat, Lucius?"

"I am speaking... The... The truth," Lucius shivered. "A giant... Giant Cer...cer...Cerberus appea—"

"Appeared out of nowhere that had lava dripping out from its maw and fire in its eyes. Yes. Absolutely! Absurd!" Voldemort finished for the Death Eater who was in pain. "I tell you to one. ONE! Job! But there wasn't even my mark floating in the sky! In fact, everyone believes that it was some wannabe!"

Voldemort took deep breaths to calm himself. "But there is still use of you, Lucius. Which is why I won't kill you yet. I hope you have something good for me by the next week on the Ministry front. Or young Draco will end up taking control of the Malfoy name and line."

Lucius gulped, "Of course, Milord."

(Beacon Academy, 25 September 2005)

Harry, Silena and three other Beacon students, Weiss Schnee, Yang Xiao Long, and Sun Wukong were gathered in the Principal's office.

Weiss, who had white hair and light blue eyes and had a pale complexion, was an expert in runes. She was the younger of two daughters of the Founder and CEO of the Schnee Company, a worldwide industry that was dealing in energy resources.

Yang, despite the Chinese name, was not in fact Chinese. She had lilac eyes and waist-length blond hair, with an impressive figure. She had a rather playful personality, and loved to make puns and silly jokes.

Sun Wukong was a tall blond haired boy with dark gray eyes. He was named after his great-grandfather, who was Chinese. Despite his laid back attitude and a love for rule-breaking, Sun was still one of the more powerful person in class.

"You must be wondering why have I called the five of you here," Ozpin said, taking a sip from his ever present cup.

"If this is about the toilet paper in the teacher's lounge, I had nothing to do with it!" Sun said.

Ozpin stared at the boy. "No, Mr. Wukong this goes far beyond that. There is an interschool competition coming up. This is an international event, similar to the Triwizard Tournament. The five of you were hand picked for this."

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed. "My sister told me about that! Its taking place in England, right?"

Ozpin nodded. "Your guardians and parents have already been informed and they have given their consent. I will be making an official announcement tomorrow, but here are your flight tickets." He handed them their tickets.

"Why not travel by magical means?" Weiss questioned.

"Because Hogwarts' Headmaster declined to allow our portkey through the wards. And the British Ministry also declined us travel by portkey to UK at the very least."

"And why are we travelling by economy?"

"Just when you thought that the spoilt heiress was gone..." Silena muttered under her breath, but loud enough for Weiss to hear. They were rivals; both of them competing for the 'best female student' award that is handed out to, well, the best female student in not only academics but also extra curricular activities. It was awarded every year, and each year (as in first year to seventh year) got their own best student award.

Silena had three to her name while Weiss had two.

Harry usually won the male counterpart of the award, and that was only because he had been bribed by Rowena with every new console that hits the shelves in the future.

"Nah, Ice princess is right," Yang commented. "With the fees we pay, surely we can get at least Business."

Ozpin sighed. "These were provided by the government. Can't do anything about this. Now return to your classes. And no, Mr. Potter, I do not mean go and sleep in an empty one."

(London, 5 October 2005)

The five chosen Beacon students, their headmaster, and, much to a certain demigod's dismay, Rowena, stepped out of Heathrow Airport in London. It was hard to make out the time by looking out; no one knew what England did to anger Zeus so much that it had been raining for the past few hours.

Harry was not surprised to find out that his sister was also visiting Hogwarts with them. She was the Head of International Education Board of the ICW, and hence her presence was a must. He was, however, disappointed when she took the seat next to him on the plane. That was reserved for Silena.

As they reached the outside where a man stood with a board that said 'Beacon' on it, everyone froze. Everyone, from the security to the airport staff to the tourists and travellers. Not even the Beacon students, save for Harry and Silena, were spared. Along with the demigods, Rowena was fine too.

Silena took out her dagger, while Harry simply looked at his sister, who nodded at him.

In a bright flash, Merlin appeared in the airport. "Whew. The spell works! I, the almighty Merlin, have did it again!"

Silena was confused. This was Merlin? The only mage in history to be ascended to a god?

"You created a time freeze spell that affects non demigods. How... original," Rowena commented sarcastically. Silena could definitely see where Harry got his snark from.

Merlin looked at his student. "I'll have you know, that making it affect just humans is—"

"As simple as adding a DNA detector code to the spell's core."

"Which is quite—"

"Easy if you know the spell like the back of your hand."

Harry and Silena watched with mirth and awe respectively as Merlin and Rowena argued.

"Now, now, Rowena, not all of us were freaking geniuses!"

Silena gasped, while Rowena facepalmed.

"Oops," Merlin muttered. "Forgot about her."

An explanation later...

"Why didn't you tell me?" Silena asked Harry. She was understandably angered by the big reveal.

"I was under an oath! I couldn't even if I wanted to!"

"Oh? I thought our relationship was one without secrets! And here you are, keeping the fact that you were raised by the most powerful witch ever?!"

"But I wasn't raised by Morgana!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, brother dear. You're grounded for a month when we get back." Rowena said dryly.

"He is right, though. If Morgana was alive, she would have defeated you in an instant," Merlin said.

"You're just saying that because she slept with you once."

As the four continued to bicker and quarrel amongst themselves, they failed to notice a lone ghost that came in. "Shut up all of you! You are giving me a head ache and my brain was long since disintegrated into dirt!"

All four of them turned towards the ghost. "Salazar? What are you doing here?" Harry questioned.

"Of course you know him too," Silena grumbled angrily. Harry hugged her, "Can you please not be mad at me?"

"I would if you let go."

"Oh, I am hugging you for your own protection."

"Against what?"

Salazar answered for her, "Let go! How can I make a fair assessment of her cup size!"

"What?" Silena said in a deceptively calm, quiet voice.

"Eh, its probably high C, low D," Merlin answered. "And knowing her mother, with whom I have been trying to get down and dirty with for the past 1000 years, they're firm as hell."

Silena's rage was through the roof. "Harry," she said sweetly, "My dagger needs to make a friend. Let me go, or its first friend will be little Harry."

Harry let go of her, and faster than anyone could blink, was hiding behind his sister who was getting more and more annoyed.

"I mean, " Merlin continued, "all I was asking for was one nig—"

A high pitched, girlish scream tore through the god's throat as Silena's knee connected with his crotch. Merlin fell to the ground, grabbing at his privates, "I think you popped one!"

Rowena stared at the girl with wide eyes, before she laughed. "You know what, I approve of your relationship with my brother. But enough of this nonsense. Master Merlin, you are a god. That should not hurt. Why are you here?"

Harry was officially scared of angering his girlfriend. He flinched when she stood by his side. "That should be a lesson for you as well Harry. I would hate to find out any other secrets of yours through someone else."

Harry nodded frantically.

"Anyways," Merlin said in a high pitched voice, "I am here to inform you that... what's his name? Pantyshorts? No, Voldysnot? Nah, that's not it either... Ah yes! Volde-moriarty! Ah, whatever. That guy who murdered your parents is back."

Harry stared at the god. "You froze time, came here with Salazar, just to tell us that Voldemort was back?!"

"I came here of my own accord!" Salazar yelled. Which went ignored.

"Oh, my mother wants you to take care of it." Merlin said and vanished, afraid that the psychopathic daughter of Aphrodite would stick her dagger in his manhood if stayed.

In his haste, he had forgotten to unfreeze the time. Which worked well as then they would have to explain Salazar.

Rowena turned to the ghost. "Why are you here?"

Salazar smirked. "I am here because... just to have fun! Also I am staying in Harry's mind."

"No, you're not," all three said together.

"And if you are wondering how I got out of Underworld, well...

'Oh, so that's why they call you snake-tongue,' Melinoe breathed as Salazar rose from beneath her. 'Do it again... I will grant you any wish as long as it is within my power!'

"...its a long story. But you can't stop me!" Salazar yelled, and he floated into Harry. Despite the efforts made by everyone else, they were unable to get Salazar out of Harry's mind. At least he wasn't controlling the boy, but Salazar doubted he could. Harry was taught Occlumency by Rowena, someone with extremely powerful mind shields, and Salazar was finding a hard time not to be thrown out by said shields in Harry's mind.

Merlin conviently came back and unfroze the time and left before anyone could do anything.

The students of Hogwarts were quite excited. The first school to visit them had arrived. They didn't know much about Beacon Academy, except that it was the best school in the Americas.

They were not expecting a SUV to drive them here, however. What sort of a magic school used muggle machines? And they didn't even show off when they entered. Simply walked in, greeted Professor Dumbledore, and he guided them to their rooms. Except for the beautiful black haired woman who appeared to be in her twenties. She got her own quarters.

Different people had different reactions, of course.

Neville Longbottom was excited to meet the new kids; he was always excited about meeting new friends. He had come a long way since his past cowardly shy self. He was quite confident about everything, and was always happy to help anyone in need. He, however, was not so observant, or else he would have noticed that one of the students looked a lot like a certain man who had taken a photo with Neville's father a long time back.

Hermione Granger looked at the arrived students in a judgemental look. While they were not performing any advanced magic, she could see just by the way they carried themselves that they knew a lot. Especially the black haired, gray eyed boy who was casting a calculative stare all over the Castle and its inhabitants. He was standing close to a girl who was quite obviously his girlfriend.

Zacharias Smith and Nicholas Ravenwood both scowled as they noticed the boy they had met at the Quidditch World Cup. Both felt that the beauty on his arms should be theirs. They were the heirs of the Founders. They deserved every best thing in life.

Draco Malfoy sneered at the Beacon students. He felt that the school was a joke. After all, they arrived by a muggle machine. Then, they didn't even perform any magic. He felt that these people hardly knew anything, and they were most likely mudbloods. Pity. That white haired girl was almost worthy of his attention.

Severus Snape almost gasped as he recognized the face of his sworn enemy. The Potter spawn in Beacon? Surely the school had better students than him. If not, then it was a worthless school that sucked up to the spoilt brat that was Potter. More importantly, his Lord would love to know about this development.

Minerva Mcgonagall gave the American students a calculative look. She wondered what were they capable of. She, too, recognized the face of James Potter with gray eyes, but let it pass. Harry Potter was being trained in secret. No way Dumbledore would lie to her. She did, however, plan to keep an eye on the blond haired boy. He looked like a troublemaker.

Dumbledore was inwardly very happy as he led the students and their headmaster to their living quarters. Flitwick was escorting Ms. Rivers to her quarters. He just needed to get Harry Potter to be alone. Then, he could put his grand plan in motion.

He was forgetting that he would need to rewrite the memories of the entire Beacon school, and also the Camp Half Blood if he truly wanted Harry Potter under his own palm.

Dumbledore had informed Ron and Ginny Weasley to act like his best friend and girlfriend respectively after he rewrote Harry's memories, which he would do as soon as possible.

Finally, things were going his way!

Kronos was very unhappy. He had lost his greatest pawn, Luke Castellan. He could not even tap into the mind of the son of Hermes to control and/or manipulate him. But all was not lost.

He still was manipulating the mortal wizard with the ridiculous name. Even if he did not accept Kronos as an almighty being. He whispered in the mortal wizard's mind every night, for one thing was clear even to him.

Safe from the manipulations of the Fates he may be, but Harry Potter was fated to fight Voldemort in battle. And no one knew who would fall. Kronos planned to make his move right then.

He knew Harry to be a greater threat than Athena. Harry had no restrictions, due to him being a demigod. Athena could not interfere in any matters without explicit permission. Her son, who had easily set fire to his plans, could destroy many more plans of his without even concerning Zeus.

It had to be done, Kronos decided. Harry Potter has to be eliminated.

A/N: Finally, Hogwarts begins! This chapter was also going to introduce the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students, but I needed some more time to get the personalities of the non-canonical students right.

I know that Sun isn't a Beacon student in RWBY, but there weren't any other male alternatives I could use. Ozpin would never send Jaune, and I couldn't separate Nora from Ren. Yang and Weiss were fixed beforehand along with Harry and Silena (which were obvious choices).

Hope you all enjoyed!