Location: Nowhere yet everywhere all at once.

Date: Nonexistent

Time: Nonexistent

POV: Lady Death, Age: Unknown, Species: Elder God,

Lady Death is an ancient entity. She doesn't believe in fooling herself into believing she is simply old. After all, she has existed since before the time of the Titans and the so-called original Gods and Goddesses before them and so the cycle goes. When existence was first starting out there was simply herself Chaos and Life. Chaos seeing himself as male and Life balancing them out with their fluidity. Although they often jokingly refer to their triad as the originals, as the original beings of existence they have no need for worshipers or a pantheon. They simply exist and seemingly will continue to do so. So far nothing has changed or challenged that.

That does not mean they are infallible, everyone has weaknesses. Not that they will tell you what those weaknesses are, mind you. That would be the height of stupidity and possibly lead to the end of their existence. However, to protect themselves from such dangers they allowed themselves to have master's or mistresses as is the case with Life and occasionally with Chaos's genderfluid master has proven to be. As is the case with both of her siblings' Death is intimately connected with the mind and soul of her master. Therefore when her master finds himself reborn in his first and only life thus far she gains his memory. And she is not pleased with what she has witnessed her master live through. However, to prevent it from happening again she will need her sibling's help. After all, it is their master's and their master's son who were so thoroughly manipulated.


Location: Midgard, United Kingdom, England, West Country, Gordic's Hollow, Peverell cottage.

Date: Thursday, September 7th, 2000

Time: 11:01 pm

POV: Narrator

I'm going to let you in on a secret. Despite popular opinion, Lady Lillian J. Peverell née Addams and Lord James Charlus Peverell are not truly a witch and a wizard. In fact, they aren't even human. Not that they advertise this fact. Only their closest, dearest, friends and adopted families know even a hint of the truth. You see, Lady Lillian is In fact, Princesses Hecate Trivia Silvertongue. She is better known as Lady Hecate Trivia, the Titan Goddess of witchcraft, magic, the moon, doorways, and creatures of the night. Her husband Lord James Charlus Peverell is, in fact, Prince Loki Helblindi Silvertongue. Loki is the Norse and Hindu God of fire, magic, sorcery, trickery, as well as fatherhood. In addition, to being the Prince and Princess of two realms, Loki is the master of Chaos and Hecate is the mistress of Life.

Though both are by far older than their pantheon's reigning rulers they often look and act as though children in their youth. It is so common to see them acting as such that their own pantheons have actually long since forgotten their true ages. It is for this reason that they can so easily blend in with mortals when they wish to 'escape' for brief vacations. Taking on the bodies of children otherwise stillborn and growing as humans is a hobby of theirs. As Princesses Hecate must remain a virgin Goddess this is a game that they play at least once every century. One of the many loopholes in remaining a virgin Goddess is to simply take another form and find a sexual release that way. So Hecate remains a virgin Goddess, even though she is secretly married to Prince Loki.

This century, Princesses Hecate aka Lady Lillian J. Peverell, nee Addams was born to two powerful aristocrat wizards. Their names? Lord Dante Addams and Lady Iris Addams nee Drake. Her mortal parents married young and had five children together. Lord and Lady Addams ensured all five of their children mastered their magic and completed their muggle schooling. Like her husband's mortal parents, Princesses Hecate's mortal parents knew who she was yet still raised her as if she was their own. Despite being their youngest and a Goddess to boot, Lillian was not spoiled any more so than her four siblings.

Like most aristocrats, Lillian was trained under private tutors until she went off to a private boarding school. Lillian attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland and graduated at the top of her class. Last year she married her childhood sweetheart and graduated from the University of Glasgow. After marrying and completing her teaching certificate she finished her charms and enchantment mastery's under Professor Filius Flitwick.

Lillian is a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry alumni and a former Gryffindor to boot but she's quickly finding herself becoming disillusioned to the current headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. That's not to say she doesn't trust the man, she does, just not with her life. More importantly, she doesn't trust the man with the lives of her family. She's found several of his acts questionable. For example, why did Albus require them to leave the safety of Peverell manor for their vacation cottage in the village of Godric's Hollow? He claims the Fidelius Charm but everyone knows a measly charm is nothing compared to even a half-decent ward.

The several wards surrounding and embedded in the foundation and land of Peverell manor are more than adequate against a mere terrorist. What right did Dumbledore have to even ask that of them? Why can't she remember the reason they choose to leave? After talking it over with her husband, and finding him in agreement, they made to leave the relative safety of their invisible cottage and gated magical community and made a trip to London to officially change their wills and do some light shopping. Before they could leave the Elder Gods themselves dropped by and delivered shocking news.

"We need a plan to counteract this. We can't let Albus do this to our son." Hecate says disgusted and enraged on behalf of her child as she looks over the copies their servant's Life and Chaos made of Albus Dumbledore's alarming plans for their infant babe. She's so thankful Death found the journals filled with plans for their heir that's she's not bothered questioning the hows or the whys just yet. She's more concerned with rescuing her son with the limited time they have left to do so.

"I can't do anything major without the Allfather growing suspicious. You know how controlling and egotistical he is, love." Loki says as he looks through the same paperwork equally disgusted and alarmed. "If I could, I would take you both to Asgard and ward our chambers against all potential threats."

"I know you would." Hecate agrees as she turns and hands him the next page after memorizing the information the original Gods of existence have gathered for them. If she didn't know for a fact that Chaos and Life are unable to deceive them she would doubt a mortal's ability to play them as disposable pawns so well. She can hardly believe she allowed herself to trust anyone capable of doing this to her family. "What about Jotunheim?" she asks absentmindedly before freezing as her words and their implied meaning catch up to her. She spares her husband of fourteen eons an apologetic look.

"Jotunheim is obviously out of the question," Loki dismissively says still focused on the paperwork in front of him. Though his voice and posture are relaxed, his magic is tense and prepared to defend if it becomes necessary.

Hecate sighs annoyed with herself for mentioning it in the first place. She does not want to get into that old argument now. She's been of the mind that he should take over by force if necessary since they found out his true lineage back when Odin and Laufey were mere children. Though he won't admit it, Loki's still in denial of his true parentage. After all, he was taught since infancy during two of his Godly childhoods that all Hindu Gods are evil and literal child-eating monsters. He's still on his way to accept that the truth is absolutely nothing like that. She can't fault him for once trusting his parental figures. Especially when he's well on his way to growing past their blatant and frankly outrageous racism.

"We can't bring him to Asgard just yet. I don't want to know what Odin would do should he find out about Hadrian before he is immortal." Loki says wrapping his arms around her as they read over the mortal headmaster's criminal plans for their heir. They have enough evidence that if the man was not been as high up in the mortal world as he is they could metaphorically bury him. If only they could reasonably explain how they stumbled upon his plans and have someone believe said plans and evidence in the first place.

Time Skip…

"I have an idea," Hecate says rushing into the nursery her neon green eyes wild and happy later that week. "We can still raise him as Gods. Away from every pantheon's watch."

"How Hecate? What are we to do? Simply buy another house on Midgard and constantly be on watch?" he asks rhetorically turning to face her as little Hadrian makes grabby motions towards his mother and gurgles in a way they have since learned means he's hungry.

"No, nothing like that," she replies waving him off and beginning to breastfeed their son as she sits down in the plush rocking chair there for that purpose. "We'll need Lady Death's help for my plan to work, but I think we can trick the Olympian Gods to agree to look after him and give us visitation rights if we phrase it right. Here take a look," she says summoning the papers with barely a twist of her hand.

Loki looks through his wife's research and prepared speeches. They require a little editing but he finds himself becoming increasingly optimistic as the minutes go by. By the time he's done the reading and doing simple revisions, he's grinning from ear to ear. "By the Norns, this is brilliant! Hecate you're a genius!"

Hecate flips her blood-red hair over her shoulder and raises a sculpted eyebrow pointedly before laughing at his affronted look. After all, that is his move.


Location: Midgard, United Kingdom, England, West Country, Gordic's Hollow Cemetery.

Date: Saturday, September 10th, 2000

Time: 1:30 am, the witching hour

POV: Lady Death, Age: Unknown, Species: Elder God,

"-since he was born a godling and not a demigod. From what we know and have seen he'll likely become a fully-fledged God before his eighteenth summer, if not sooner." Hecate continues as Death raises an eyebrow impressed by their intellectual prowess. "I know with both of us as his parents he's not a half-blooded Godling, not truly. Loki is a Prince of two pantheons, the Hindus and the Norse. I'm a Titan Goddess myself from before even the time of the former King Kronos and King Ouranos's. I was earning the last of my current titles as a Titan Goddess during King Ouranos's reign. If we want to get technical about it all, the Greeks and the Romans may as well be their own separate pantheons. In any case, he will be attracting nearly every kind of monster. Besides he's to be your master right?" Death nods her head in confirmation and watches amused as Hecate and Loki's shoulders marginally relax. "He needs the proper training if he is to perform his duties as such, not to mention adequate protection until then," Hecate says finishing their rather lengthy explanation.

Lady Death simply stares at them both in silence before smiling and letting out a small uncontrollable giggle. "How long did this argument take you two to come up with?" she asks clearly amused. At their panicked and worry struck expressions, she holds up one of her well-manicured hands absentmindedly staring at her sharp black claws. "Worry not. I will help you hide and raise your heir. He is to be my master after all." she says bringing her hand down and giving a proud smile to the gurgling babe in his mother's arms. "I assure you that only those you can trust explicitly will discover the truth. Is this suitable?" she asks

Hecate shares a satisfied look with her husband Loki. Both are pleased by the offer as it is more than they expected from Lady Death given she is not theirs to command. "Your offer is more than suitable. We accept." Loki says with a hopeful smile.

"Then it is settled. Lord Thanatos," Death gently calls her voice carrying through the shadows in the wind.


Location: Midgard, United Kingdom, England, West Country, Gordic's Hollow Cemetery.

Date: Saturday, September 10th, 2000

Time: 2:00 am, the witching hour

POV: Lord Thanatos, Age: Unknown, Species: Olympian Death God, Delegation; Avatar of Death, a peaceful death,

"Yes, my Lady?" Lord Thanatos says as he steps through the shadows bowing lowly. "What can I do to be of service?" he lets out a scandalized gasp as he looks up seeing the Lady Hecate with a child in her arms and two rings on her left ring finger. The man beside her holds her as though it is common for him to do so.

"Thanatos, darling, if you value your existence you will keep this entire meeting and all those following it a secret. Everything you have seen and will see. Everything you hear and will hear. It will remain a secret. Understand." his Lady Death asks in a low threatening growl.

"Of course, my Lady." Lord Thanatos says giving another low bow. Still, his eyes dart from the rings to the child, to the man beside the supposedly virgin Goddess in shock and befuddlement.

"Good." his Lady Death purrs causing Lord Thanatos to shiver in fear. "Now, on to your tasks." Lord Thanatos immediately snaps to his Lady's attention. "I want you to go build a cabin at Camp Half-blood." Here Lady Death pauses in thought. "In fact, make a replica of the cabin at Camp Jupiter. You will place the symbol of Hecate, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows and my own symbol on their doors."

Lord Thanatos pales as the implications of that order hit him like a comet to the head. "Here are the specifications for the cabin. Memorize it, create it, and then thoroughly destroy the paper trail." Lady Death orders handing over the hand-drawn interior and exterior layout. Lord Thanatos recognizes some of the architecture designs from the Underworld, Greece, and parts of Italy and Europe but the rest is completely foreign to him. It is clear the Lady Hecate helped draw and design parts of it, therefore, he can only assume the mysterious father, Lady Hecate's husband of unknown years, helped with designing the rest.

"Once you have the cabin's completed you will speak to Chiron and Dionysus. You will instruct them that a twice blessed Godling child named Hadrian Freyr Peverell is preordained to win the allegiance of Death herself and needs every protection and training available until then." Lord Thanatos's head snaps up at the surname and his eyes widen realization. "Yes I said Peverell." his Lady says with an eye roll. "This little Godling is to be my master one day."

Lord Thanatos blinks rapidly before his wings begin fluffing up betraying his pride in being chosen for this task. "You will ensure the camps are aware that Hadrian is a Prince of both the Norse and Hindu pantheons but is powerfully blessed by Lady Hecate. He will be raised in part by mortals sharing his blood but will still need training for his Godly abilities. Hadrian is the child of several prophecies however not all have been spoken of yet or correctly interpreted, especially by the British mortals. The mortals believe his name to be Harry James Potter." Lady Death continues only to stop and pause for a moment. She looks at the family huddled in front of them deep in thought. Meanwhile, Lord Thanatos's head is still reeling with this influx of world-shattering information.

"The Olympians are allowed to know one of Hadrian's parents is an Olympian. With his name as it is they will suspect as much anyway. You must impart the impression that another war of the Gods will break out should the knowledge of his lineage become known to the Norse. Instruct them to be aware that I will be taking the child periodically for training. Prince Hadain Freyr Peverell will be trained by myself, his parents, and their native pantheons. Inform them to expect his mortal family to visit periodically and to help raise him. Do not answer any of their questions. Instead, go to the Kingdom of Hades and ask King Hades for permission to use three servants fit for a Prince of Death. You may tell him of Hadrian's position as my future master and all the formerly listed facts if you so wish. Now go." Lady Death commands with a dismissive wave.

"Yes, of course, my Lady." Lord Thanatos says with a deep bow before vanishing through the shadows at his feet.


Location: Nowhere yet everywhere all at once.

Date: Nonexistent

Time: Nonexistent

POV: Lord Thanatos, Age: Unknown, Species: Olympian Death God, Delegation; Avatar of Death, a peaceful death,

Lord Thanatos, the Greek God of Death and the Avatar of a peaceful death flies gracefully through the shadows of the in-between. He has been delegated a task, an honorable task, by the Lady Death herself that will likely be told among Death's avatars for eons to come. Not that he believes he will be mentioned more than in passing but the task is honorable nonetheless. The prophesized master of Lady Death herself has been born and requires a new home. A temporary home in which to grow and learn to use his abundance of powers. And he was chosen to ensure such a place of safety is built!

Upon arriving at his destination, a galaxy is known by most as Nidavellir, he approaches the guards and requests an audience with the current King of the Goblin nation, rudely nicknamed by the Norse as the dwarven people. He will be in need of only the best craftsmen in the cosmos for the future King of Lady Death.

Thankfully King Ragnarök of Nidavellir and the Goblin nation agree quickly to have the cabin's built by his people. After all, it is an honor and no one wants to be on the receiving end of Lady Death's wrath. The wrath of the Elder Gods, the original Gods of existence, is legendary. To purposely betray, fool or enrage them is suicide. All King Ragnarök asks for in return is a peaceful and quick death for his sickly son and his son's sickly guards. It seems they were injured by weapons and biochemical-warfare in a raid orchestrated by King Odin. Lord Thanatos is quick to agree. After all, it is an honorable request and he is still unsure how soon young Hadrian will need his new home built.

Time Skip…

Lord Thanatos watches from the shadows on the Goblin nations home planet in the galaxy of Nidavellir as the Goblins build the grand cabins to the Lady Hecate's and her mysterious husband's specifications. Once they are completed with the task, each cabin will be transported by him to both the Olympian demigod camps on Midgard in the galaxy of Midgard. During his time overseeing the building process, Lord Thanatos thinks over what he knows of his Lady Deaths future, King and Master. Based on the legend and prophecy, the Master of Death is to be born of the Master and Mistress of Chaos and Life. From what he has gathered the Lady Hecate and her secret husband is this couple. In addition, it seems they have worked tirelessly to hide this fact. This, Lord Thanatos, does not understand.

The Elder Gods are powerful, more so than any other entity or being in existence. They prove this well when they grow annoyed with a pantheon or realm and simply will it out of existence. One does not meddle or cause harm to the Elder God's chosen masters or those with their allegiance. As for their masters themselves, it is said that their will is equal to that of the Elder Gods. Yet Lady Hecate has hidden her connection to the Elder Gods and if he is correct in his assumption even her true abilities as a Goddess. For his Lady Death, and his own survival, he will keep her union with her husband a secret. But he still does not understand their reasoning for such deceit.

Time Skip…

As soon as his future King's cabin is completed Lord Thanatos takes swift action and carries the cabins one at a time through the shadows of the in-between. Not difficult when one can sift through space and time but not particularly easy either. After all, he isn't used to utilizing his wings and strength in such a way. As a God of Lady Death, Lord Thanatos never has to worry particularly much about things like physical strength and endurance training after all. Not to mention he hasn't been to Camp Half-Blood in...millennia, really. Upon reaching Midgard he seeks out the scent of Greek demigods and follows that before gently placing the ornate cabin down next to that of King Hades' own cabin. As both are of Lady Death, should King Hades have any more offspring they will surely get along? Sighing he rolls his shoulders relaxing them before taking to the shadows once more to deliver the second cabin to Camp Jupiter.


Location: Midgard, America, New York, New York, Long Island

Date: Saturday, September 30th, 2000

Time: 11:00 am, Midday

POV: Chiron, Age: four billion, Species: Olympian Centaur, Delegation; Centaur warrior and trainer of Greek and Roman Heroes,

Chiron is four billion years old. He is a centaur, a warrior, a trainer of heroes and a son of the late King Kronos. Currently, he is staring in half-disbelief and half-dismay at the two cabins nestled discreetly in the shadow of the hills surrounding Camp Half-blood. One of his campers had been recklessly exploring when he, quite literally, ran face-first into one of the pillars of the Hades cabin. If he's being honest with himself, he's not even sure how long these two cabins have been here! He's calmed slightly by the fact that no one ever comes to or from this part of the camp. Hopefully, that means he hasn't missed any campers arriving and secretly living at his camp over the last three millennia.

Still, you would think he would have noticed the cabins at some point as large and unusual as they are! Even the Aphrodite cabin isn't this grandiose and ornate! Solid onyx marble makes up the gothic roman cathedral-like buildings. Despite the shadows cloaking them the cabins glow and radiate power. The windows are made of currently empty stained glass but show signs of being powered by Lady Hecate's magic. The front porches are designed like Greek temples and even boast roaring sacrificial hearths! Yet still, despite their extravagance, the two cabins remain elegant in appearance. The cabins are even in the designated cabin area. All in all, Chiron's drawing a blank on how he could have overlooked the two cabins.

While discovering he's overlooked a cabin of Hades is terrifying enough, it is the cabin next to it that has Chiron shaking in barely repressed fear. Etched into the large ornate golden door is not one, not two, but three deity's sigils. One of them is that of an Elder God, the second declares mastery over said Elder God and the third is that of the Olympian Goddess of Magic. It seems whoever has mastered Lady Death has also been blessed by Lady Hecate. No doubt their demigod powers will be incredibly strong and diverse. With the inclusion of this century's main prophecy, it seems he has his work cut out for him.

"Greetings Chiron." Lord Thanatos says stepping out of the shadows right beside him.

Chiron digs his hoves into the dirt and refrains from jumping in fright. Barely. "Lord Thanatos." Chiron greats with a respectful nod turning to face the Olympian Death God. "I wasn't expecting you.

Lord Thanatos frowns and inclines his head. "I apologize for startling you." as quick as the frown is there it is gone, replaced not by the usual blank mask of indifference but a pleased smile. "I have come with the most wonderful news from my Lady Death."

"Oh?" Chiron asks already suspecting where this is headed based in the cabins in front of him. Hopefully, this means he hasn't had unknown campers placed under his care by the Gods. It's a fear that keeps him up some nights. Hopefully, this visit means it has not come to fruition.

"Yes. My Lady Death's prophesied master has been born. I have been banned from stating his parent's names. I can only tell you he is of the Hindu, Norse and Olympian pantheons. I have been told it is for the best that the Norse do not suspect their own involvement. I am unsure as to why however as the child is a Prince of both the Norse and Hindu pantheons."

Chiron pales rapidly at the realization that that knowledge would cause the Norse pantheon to lose what little structure they have. They still consider the peaceful Hindu pantheon as their mortal enemies. Knowing what he does of the Norse gods, they would try to take everyone else down with them should they gain the knowledge that their royals share blood. "I believe Lady Death is correct and it is for the best that they do not know. What is his name and do you know what sort of powers we should expect from him?" he asks quickly changing the topic.

"My future King has been named Hadrian Freyr and given the last name Peverell by my Lady Death. Midgard's mortals believe his name to be Harry James Potter and he is already revered by Britain's magical community. He is a Godling powerful and blessed by the Lady Hecate. I have been told nothing of his birth parents, however."

Chiron blinks in shock. So not a half-blood but an actual godling, a child of two Gods that will eventually gain immortality and Godhood regardless of his life. He then sighs in exasperation as the rest of Lord Thanatos's words catch up with him. They know nothing of his divine parentage and will, therefore, need to maintain his weapons and battle training in everything. The child will likely object to such a rigorous schedule and that's not even touching on his formal education and affinities. Hadrian Peverell will need to know at least three human languages and know how to properly speak the main languages of every pantheon. That's not even counting Gobbledygook, Arthmiacay, and other necessary languages.

"In addition, I have been informed that he is a child of several prophecies. Some of which have been misinterpreted by mortals." Lord Thanatos continues.

Chiron's eyes widen in shock at the realization of the kind of life this child is meant to lead. "He could never live safely in the mortal world," he says shaking his head. "Not until he gains his godhood and freezes into his immortality. He can venture into the magical world perhaps." He says thoughtfully knowing that keeping a child pent up only ever ends in disaster. "He will definitely have to at some point. Especially if they revere him as you say. But he can most definitely not live as a mortal." Chiron says with another shake of his head. "Not without knowing how to thoroughly defend himself. Monsters of every pantheon will hunt him down before night falls. Where is he now?" Chiron asks now thoroughly worried for this child's safety.

"He is with his parents. Hadrian is but a year old, and I believe they simply want more time with their son and heir before being forced to part."

"Who will look after the child while he's still so young? I'm not turning him away." Chiron hurriedly adds as Lord Thanatos stiffens and his feathers sharpen to blades. "It's just that Camp Half-Blood isn't equipped to raise a baby. Much less one as powerful as this child is destined to be."

Lord Thanatos, a servant of Lady Death, relaxes at his explanation. "On my Lady Death's Orders, I have requested three of King Hades's servants. I have been told they are some of his best. He has a mortal family as well who will raise and look after him to the best of their ability. In addition, he is to be trained by my Lady Death and his parents as well as their own pantheons in time. As he is a wizarding child they will likely bring in House-elves to aid in his cabin upkeep and his personal care."

"House-elves?" Chiron repeats confused.

"A race of fae that prefers to live as servants to magic users in exchange for access to their excess ambient magic. They are a subspecies of Goblins and are known to humans as brownies. Rather than simply disappearing into the atmosphere to be absorbed, the excess magic is used as a life source for the house-elves."

"How can an entire species prefer to live as slaves?" Chorion asks unconsciously rearing his head back both appalled and in disbelief.

"They aren't slaves, merely paid servants. The situation is hardly any different from hired hands such as yourself. The only difference is house-elves can not live for more than a year without a bond to a magic-user. Some take advantage of this fact yes, however most do not. I have met many house-elves during my time as a servant to Lady Death. Very few were displeased with the arrangement. Most were allowed to bond with who they choose, have children with their bonded, even take on hobbies and have paid vacation time. In exchange for access to ambient magic, room, and board, food, and clothing they work. Those who are treated well live and die loyal to their masters and mistresses just as I will live and die loyal to my Lady Death and my Future King, Hadrian Frey Peverell." Lord Thanatos explains.