So this is like a flashback chapter, of Zeus as James Potter with some key parts. Should I write an entire fan fiction of Zeus's time as James Potter or not? Write your suggestions in a review!

James woke up. It was his 11th birthday, and next year he would go to Hogwarts. He felt weird, like it took him a second to remember he was James Potter. He always had this strange feeling that he was older, and knew most things already, like how to read, write, spell, even before going to a muggle school. His parents said this was part of him being magic, like how, when he got mad, thunder and lighting could be seen and heard in the distance. James was also a Quidditch master, feeling somewhat safer in the air. He came down to his parents looking sombre, like they did when Grandma died. "Mum, Dad. What's going on? I'm eleven now, shouldn't we celebrate?" He asked. Somehow, he knew this was more than a relative dying. This was the reason strange things happened to him, that were more than just being a wizard. "James, my Bringer of Storms," His mother started. She always called him her 'Bringer of Storms' ever since she found out he could summon lightning. "You are more than just a wizard. You are Zeus, the Greek God. Hera got angry with you, so she replaced your memory. You are still our James, but deep down you are Zeus. We love you, my Bringer of Storms." James knew he was different, and here was proof. What his parents didn't tell him was that all his memories were fake. They didn't want to ruin his childhood any further. You're probably wondering why Hera didn't send him to Ivlemorny*. Well, she didn't want Zeus going to Camp Half-Blood and making his punishment count for nothing. Britain seemed far away enough. Besides, it was where all schools of magic started.

**A FEW MONTHS (AND A DIAGON ALLEY TRIP) LATER**

"Hey, Mum, Dad, I'll see you at Christmas" James said, ready to go to Hogwarts for the first time.

"Ok, James. Promise you'll write every week?" His father asked.

"Sure. I'll miss you." He replied.

"Good luck, my Bringer of Storms." His mother told him. If you listened closely, you could hear thunder rumble in the distance. James got on the train early and managed to find an empty compartment easy. He sat down and waved at his parents as the train rolled away. A boy came in and asked. "Hey, got room for one more? I'm Sirius, by the way." They chatted and laughed together for a bit and shared chocolate frogs. "Hey, I got Dumbledore again. Want my card James? I'm missing Jocunda Skyes."

"Sure. I'm missing Dumbledore, but I've got a lot of her. Famous for the first Atlantic broom crossing, right?" Just then, a boy with greasy black hair and a girl with long, read hair stepped in. The girl had been crying. "I don't want to talk to you," she said in a constricted voice.

"Why not?" The boy asked.

"Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore."

"So what?" The boy was being rather rude, in James' opinion. The girl obviously agreed because she threw him a look of deep dislike.

"So she's my sister!"

"She's only a…" He caught himself quickly; hoping Lily wouldn't notice, but James did. "But we're going!" He said, his voice filled with exhilaration, "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!" The girl nodded, mopping her eyes, but still half-smiling. "You'd better be in Slytherin." The boy said, James almost snickered; that house was the worst. "Slytherin?" He asked. The children in the compartment looked at him "Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" He asked Sirius. Sirius didn't smile, unlike he had been just a few minutes ago. "My whole family have been in Slytherin." He said, much to James' surprise.

"Blimey!" he exclaimed, "and I thought you seemed alright!" Sirius grinned.

"Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading if you've got the choice?" Sirius asked. James knew immediately where he'd be going. "'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my dad." The greasy haired boy made a noise. James turned on him. "Got a problem with that?"

"No," the boy said, although his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy…"

"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" Interjected Sirius. James roared with laughter. It was so funny; you should have seen the Slytherin wannabe's face. The girl sat up, and looked from James to Sirius with a clear look of dislike. "Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment"

"Oooooo…" James and Sirius tried to imitate her lofty voice; James tried tripping the boy up on his way out.

"See ya, Snivellus!" Sirius called, as the compartment door closed.

**FOUR YEARS LATER**

"Hey Moony, we finally perfected it. Watch." James said, as he, Sirius and Peter all transformed into animals. James, a stag. Sirius, a dog. Peter, a mouse. "Just in time for the full moon, too. We need new nicknames for you all." Remus said. The boys transformed back as Sirius said "Hey, Peter, your tail looked like a worm so your nickname is obviously Wormtail." Peter didn't look pleased, but the name was catchy and rolled off the tongue.

"Yeah, Mr Padded-foot?" What about Shaggyfur for you, huh?" Wormtail tried to pull an insult, but instead made something absolutely genius.

"Thanks, Wormtail. You've inspired me. Sirius, I now dub thee Padded-foot. Wait… even better: Padfoot! And for me.. well… my antlers are kind of like prongs so… it's pretty self-explanatory."

"Yeah! Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs!" Sirius said, "Are we geniuses, or are we geniuses? We mastered being animaguses really quickly, am I right?" Actually, the real reason James was so good at becoming an animagus is because it was part of his Godly powers. He decided to keep his identity a secret, though, and he pretended to struggle. James was struggling to struggle, but oh well. That just convinced his friends more.

**A FEW YEARS LATER**

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off…" he didn't even have a wand in his hand, but he tried to summon a storm. "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort cried. Zeus tired to chuckle. He knew it was over, might as well embrace his true Godly form. He was teleported away, and the last thing he heard was an evil chuckle, and one of his many wives screaming "Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead…" Her voice became quieter and quieter as his James Potter form faded away…

"I've missed you, my love. What have you been up to, eh?" Hera was there, smiling as if the death of his wife and children didn't matter. No. Hera was his wife, the Gods his family. But he felt real love for those mortals… "ARE THEY DEAD? IS MY SON DEAD?" He shouted; the wrath of Zeus fully unlocked for the first time in years.

"I shall spare him, my love, anything for you to not cheat again." Hera said. She didn't like seeing Zeus angry. "WHAT ABOUT LILY? IS SHE SAFE? IS SHE OK?" Zeus asked. Hera hung her head. She had planned the attack, to kill the ones he loved; she was jealous. She pretended it was an accident, but New York experienced storms for a year after that.

-P.O.V Chiron-

"Wait, so I'm not the first person Hera's taken memories from?" Percy asked, after I concluded my story. I knew we had a lot to talk about…

1*) Ivelmorny is a real school in the Wizarding World, look it up if you don't believe me

Did you like it? We have a lot to talk about indeed!