Delta Phil: They're all guessing Thor.
Epsilon Phil: I told you, I friggin' told you they'd catch on if you dropped too many hints before the big reveal! How are we going to recover from this one?
Sigma Phil: If I may make a suggestion, we could introduce him earlier than we originally intended to.
Delta: All those in agreement?
Many voices: Aye.
Delta: Opposed?
Beta: Knock knock.
Epsilon: Shut up Beta.
Beta: You are a dirty little shizno. Ha ha ha.
Yeah I had to throw that little skit in there. Those that guess what the characters are from get bonus points that in the long run mean absolutely nothing.
I have decided how Percy and Harry will interact, it'll be similar to how Gibbs and DiNozzo act towards each other, primarily the pretty much trademarked "Gibbs Slap" to the back of the head. Expect Harry to abuse Charmspeak on Percy, telling him to slap himself in the back of the head when he does something incredibly stupid, like joining in on a quest he has no business being on.
Well before we get down to the rest of the chapter I'm going to do a little explaining on how Harry's powers that I didn't touch on in my notes from the previous chapter and what they entail because I doubt you guys want another massive chunk of exposition rather than story, which is why you're here in the first place:
Natural Metamorphmagus: As you know Aphrodite can change her form at will to become the epitome of a man's ideal woman. As for Harry when he gains absolute perfect control will be able transform into anyone or alter his body to appear female to disappear in a crowd if needed.
Parselmouth: Same as the books/movies, however instead of it being from the soul fragment of Tommy boy, it's from the House of Slytherin magics.
Battle awareness: Or as the demigods call ADHD and dyslexia in conjunction with each other. As for how he's been able to cope with it, that'll be commented on later by Harry himself.
Photographic memory: Now note that I said "photographic" and not "eidetic," the difference between the two is that photographic means Harry will remember whatever he sees, especially when it comes to books, while eidetic would mean he would remember EVERYTHING he would ever see, feel, smell, taste, etc. One reason why he's not the latter: Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Yeah I would hate to remember tasting boogers or vomit.
Natural linguist: While Aphrodite is able to swap over to the "language of love" fluently I decided to take another creative freedom as follows: as she is able to become the epitome of man's desires, what if that man has a knack for the Latin or Asian variety, hmm? I'm getting at that she can speak all languages spoken by man. This has been passed on to Harry as well as maybe a few other of her children, I haven't really decided on that yet. But if someone speaks another language to Harry directly his brain will autotranslate it to English in his brain while not knowingly speaking it in return. He does this without knowing it at first.
Charmspeak: This is the reason why he'll be immune to Drew's charmspeak, because speakers cancel out each other.
(Not mentioned in the list but) Natural Occulmens: Harry by default is immune to all passing attempts to control his mind and actions by mortal means, yes they can bypassed by forced leglimens like Dumbledore's forcing his way into Harry's mind, but like Aphrodite said in chapter 2, the memories accessed and tampered with can only be rearranged, not completely removed. The only beings that can influence him are divine or godly beings.
Wandless casting: As you know there are some demigods that can use magic that aren't only the children of Hecate and they don't use a wand either, those of course would be Hecate's Blessed, both demigods and mundanes alike.
mystery joker: Remember that he will be an EVENTUAL badass, every badass starts from somewhere.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my laptop. See chapter 1 for the full disclaimer.
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"Talking."
'Thinking.'
'Divine thought projection.'
'Other thoughts.'
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Harry's dreamscape.
An androgynous person who could pass as either a man or woman clad in a black leather jacket, black leather pants, and a black colored and visored motorcycle helmet that looked as though it had animal ears (1) walked with a rifle with camouflage netting over the scope (2) walked through a destroyed landscape, a destroyed castle was in the background. It looked put and saw a statue dedicated and designed to and after a man well known.
"This? Is this what you wanted?" it said with a male voice as it walked towards the statue. "Is this what you were looking for?" The head of the statue was severed and lying at the ground of it was an injured elderly man. 'He' started walking towards the statue. "Was everything you compromised, EVERYTHING you've done... worth it?" He said looking towards the battlefield around them. There were injured and dead everywhere. "Was it?"
He looked over to see several people. A black haired young woman who seemed to be in her older teens with electric blue eyes, a wild black haired boy with sea green eyes who was also in his teens, a pair of red headed twins, a blonde haired girl with a New York Yankees ball cap, and a wild haired brunette teenaged girl. Among the dead was one snake faced man, a formerly sniveling rat of a man, a greasy haired man who had taken a cutting curse to the chest and had bled out, and a crazy black haired banshee.
He turned his attention again to the elderly man. His rifle shifting into an ornate metal bow with wolf heads on it (3) before it shifted again in a flash of light into a ring on his right middle finger. A black mist appeared that shifted from his neck to his back revealing an ornate katana. And drew it, allowing the metal to ring as if the blade cut sound itself before holding it at his side.
"You almost completed your mission, Albus Dumbledore," he said before holding the tip of the blade at Albus' neck. "But now it is up to me to save us... from you." (4) He reached back to swing, the elderly man staring at his personal Grim Reaper, his judge, jury, and executioner, in fear. As the unidentified man swung the scene quickly faded to black as the blade's edge reached Dumbledore's neck.
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Harry woke up in confusion. 'That was the most vivid dream I ever head, not even Moldy shorts killing that poor woman that one night before the tournament,' he thought to himself. He tried to get comfortable again before falling into Morpheus' embrace once more.
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[Flashback/dream]
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry's second year.
Harry walked the halls of Hogwarts, just wandering really. No place to go, no real place to be until curfew. Harry walked past an empty classroom when he started hearing voices coming from inside it.
"So Weasley, why are you going against Potter?" a pompous voice asked. "Aren't you supposed to be best friends with the blood traitor?"
"Pfft, I'm only doing this so that my sister and I inherit all of his money," an arrogant red-head replied.
Harry looked through the keyhole and saw Ronald and Draco unexpectedly not fighting with each other. "So calling him the 'Heir of Slytherin' gets you a fortune?" an interested Draco asked.
"Well it's part of some plan the Headmaster has had for years, all I have to do is get the student body to belittle and ostracize him. It's pretty simple stuff."
"Do you think I could get in on this too?"
"No clue, but you could ask the Headmaster yourself."
Harry was so interested that he didn't notice someone sneaking up behind him. "Oh I'm sorry that you saw that, my boy." Harry turned around to see Dumbledore pointing his wand at him. "Obliviate."
[End flashback/dream]
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Harry woke up in shock, breathing heavily. He wanted to go back to sleep, but couldn't no matter how he tried. He looked at the clock provided on the boys' section of the cabin and saw that it was only four thirty in the morning. He figured using training using his new blade with the kata that he memorized in that book he read back at Hogwarts would be a better use of his time than trying to fall back to sleep fruitlessly. He didn't notice that he was being followed stealthily.
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Meanwhile on Olympus…
Aphrodite walked into the temple of Dionysius with a plan in mind. Said planning she was pulled from, "Aphrodite, what are you doing in my temple?"
"I come asking for a favor," she replied confidently. "I would have asked you in the camp, but as you know the rules do not allow me to do so."
"What is it that you want?" he asked sitting on his throne with a goblet that usually filled with wine, is instead filled with Diet Coke.
"I want a coin of mortal shape that will make the first mortal that touches it to become insane in every sense of the word, preferably paranoid schizophrenia, which will rescind once the police arrive to take the man away. I wish to get vengeance by proxy for my son against the ones who were supposed to be taking care of them."
"What will you offer me in return for this object?" he asked disinterestedly.
"I have in my possession a bottle of Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, France (5). I will give this to you the day that your father releases you from your Prohibition."
He thought for a moment, humming at the prospect of such a fine wine. "Swear it upon the Styx that you will, and the object you request will be yours."
"I, Aphrodite, do so swear upon the Styx that I will give the bottle of the aforementioned wine to Dionysus if he provides me with a coin that does as I request." A rumble from the Earth below them confirmed her vow.
"Very well. What coin do you want it to be?"
"The British Pound."
Dionysus snapped his fingers and in Aphrodite's hand a British Pound appeared. "Done."
"You must have some really twisted plan for the one who will pick up that coin."
"Oh, I do," she replied darkly as she disappeared in a pink perfume mist.
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Asgard
Aphrodite appeared in a modest red satin dress on the end of a rainbow-like bridge with a man in golden armor wielding a gold hilted two handed longsword. "Welcome Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and lust, daughter of Ouranos' loins. What is your business in Asgard?"
"Heimdall, wielder of the Gjallarhorn, watchman of Ragnarok, I have come asking for a request from the All Father, Thor, and Tyr for justice for one of their mortal relatives," Aphrodite replied.
"You speak of young Hadrian Potter, grandson of Thor?" the all-seeing Nord replied.
"Indeed. Will the All Father not hear my request to enact revenge inside the Norse domain?"
The god stood there silently for minutes before replying, "The All Father will hear your request." He stood aside, allowing the Greek goddess to pass. Aphrodite walked along the path that took her to the palace of the All Father. As she looked all around her she saw that the city of Asgard was much like Olympus in its organization, but different. There were spirits of slain mortals walking the streets, both male and female, talking cheerfully. She knew that Odin had promised their entry to Asgard if they promised to fight with him at Ragnarok, but they lived in a virtual heaven until that day.
She walked inside the palace of the Norn to see the gathered Norse gods. Freya, Try, Odin, Thor, Sif, Ullr, and Frigga. Odin, the one eyed war god, stood up with Gungnir speaking, "Welcome foreigner to these hallowed halls. Heimdall spoke of you wanting to ask a request of this pantheon."
"Yes," Aphrodite replied. "I have been watching my son, who has had horrible things happen to him, lived within your domain before coming into the Greek domain. I humbly request that I be allowed to wreak my vengeance upon those that slighted him."
"And why should we care?"
"The son of which I speak is a grandson of your son Thor." She then proceeded to tell Harry's life story stopping at the night he arrived in camp.
"My grandson appears to be quite the warrior," Thor stated.
"Indeed," Odin thought out loud.
"All Father, surely you won't let this injustice go unpunished," Tyr, the god of justice, stated.
"Indeed." He stepped forward. "Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and lust, I grant you the ability to exact your vengeance. However I would like my son Thor to accompany you."
"That will be acceptable, considering this is your domain," Aphrodite said humbly.
"Good. Make them pay, my son."
"I will, father."
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Little Whining, England. Two hours later.
"You know we'll have to pose as husband and wife for a short bit, right?" Aphrodite asked the blond god of thunder.
"Aye," the thunder god replied. He saw the goddess looking annoyed at him. "What beith thine problem, fair maiden?"
"Aren't you going to escort me?" she replied with a twitching eye.
"Of course." He then held out his arm, which then she hooked her arm around his.
"Better."
"Where beith our destination?"
"Number four Privet Drive."
"What be the punishment thy hath for Hadrian's aunt, uncle, and cousin? Will it be a trial by combat where they must fight against monsters both Nord and Greek in origin?" he asked as they walked down the street. "Or shall we smite them where they stand? Or shall we decapitate them, but allow their heads to live while we playeth the game of the Scotts gentlemen?"
"Good suggestions, however I have something else in mind," she said holding a silver coin in the light.
"What sort of punishment could a small silver coin produce?"
"Why don't you watch and find out?" she replied with a sultry grin.
They came to the house they were walking to, regardless of the fact that all the houses looked alike, and saw a quite obese man, as saying 'gentleman' would be an insult to gentlemen around the globe, attempting to get inside his car. Aphrodite flicked the coin so it landed next to the man.
He was about to close the door when she called out in a British accent, "Sir! I believe that you dropped that Pound!"
He looked down to see that coin. "Thank you, miss," he said before picking it up.
"And so it begins. We should sit across the street and watch the chaos," she said returning to the accent she usually used.
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Hours later, Dursley residence.
Vernon was not having the greatest of days. He was running late for work, but a pretty woman that made his own Pet look like a cheap dollar an hour whore pointed out a Pound that he dropped. He figured that his day would get better, only to be proven wrong as he started hearing voices whispering in his ear. Every time he turned around the person talking would disappear, but would keep whispering.
After a stressful day of pathetically attempting to block out the voices he returned home. He sat in his expensive leather recliner purchased from the money that the Freak with the beard had given them to abuse take care of their nephew. Slowly the voices in his head started telling him that his family was plotting against him. His wife was feeding him less and less while his son was getting more portions. Then they told him that he was getting passed over at work, that it was his gossiping wife and bully of a son that were the cause of it.
He knew that his wife and son were home. He walked to the front door and locked it, as well as all the other doors that lead outside. He then walked to the kitchen and picked up one of the knives from the knife block.
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Meanwhile across the street…
Aphrodite and Thor sat on lawn chairs with glasses of iced tea. "So when will-?" Thor asked.
"Wait for it… wait for it… and~," Aphrodite replied holding her index finger in the air expectantly. There was a shrill blood curdling scream. "There."
"What did you do to the fat one?"
"I called in a favor to drive him insane, but he'll go sane again once he hears 'police' being shouted by an officer of the law." There was another blood curdling scream, this time from an adolescent male. "And there goes the pig-whale spawn. Would you like to do the honors?" she asked waving a cell phone in the line of sight of the god of thunder.
"Verily."
Thor called the local police and in less than ten minutes two squad cars rolled up to the house and stormed inside. "Why didst thou allow him to regain his sanity once the mortal authorities found him?" Thor asked.
They then saw the man being hauled away from the house shouting 'That he didn't do it', struggling against the surprisingly strong officers, before being Tasered. The whale of a man fell over with a loud thud. "Because I want him tried without a plea of insanity," Aphrodite replied matter-of-factly. "And now the punishment continues for the other two of his family inside a certain Rich One's domain."
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Meanwhile in the Underworld's courtroom
Normally inside the Courtroom of Hades it is headed by the judges Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, and Benjamin Franklin; however today it is host to an abnormal set of judges only present at the request of Hades himself: James Potter, Lily Potter nee Evans, and Hades himself. The reason? Well two of them are present while the third has yet to begin his mortal suffering before he starts his eternal one. They were shuttled expressly by Charon by his boss's request.
Two people, a woman and an extremely portly fourteen or fifteen year old. "Dudley Dursley. You stand accused of torturing my great-grandson Harry, extortion, blackmail, and general terrorizing of the children in your neighborhood and every school you've attended. You also stand accused of attempted rape and being a general failure of am excuse of a mortal human being. How do you plead?" Hades asked in a commanding tone.
"I-I-I," Dudley stammered.
"James?"
"We have seen the evidence from his very soul. He has committed inexcusable sins against his fellow man. Guilty," James stated.
"Lily?"
"Dudley, what happened to you? You used to be a bouncing baby boy that loved everyone, but now you've become nothing more than a scumbag. While I pity you, guilty," Lily said.
"The court has judged you with a two-thirds majority. You are guilty of all charges. By the power vested in me as the Lord of the Underworld, you are sentenced to the Fields of Punishment to be forever chased by Hellhounds while you run after the food that was denied my great and then some grandson."
Dudley screamed as the Furies came from the rafters and carried off Dudley. Petunia screamed in horror as the hellish looking beings carried her 'Ickle-Dudikins' off.
"Oh, don't worry Petunia, we did not forget you. Petunia Dursley you stand trial for child neglect, willingly psychologically torturing a child, failure to report your abusive husband and son, and occasionally joining in with them. How do you plead?"
"Not guilty," Petunia said feebly.
"Is that so? So a good person puts their orphan nephew in a closet smaller than a jail cell? A good person starves said nephew for doing things outside his control that he was naturally gifted? A good person demeans and punishes a brilliant child for being smart while praising and doting a stupid child who bullied his cousin who is smarter than him? A good person joins in like an animal to beat their nephew until he is beaten and bloody? I think not."
"It's not my fault that that Freak was left on our doorstep!" Petunia cried out.
"Poor choice of wording. While I do reserve my vote I will let James and Lily decide whether you are guilty or innocent," Hades stated.
"Petunia, I hoped that we would kiss and make up before my death, unfortunately that was not in the cards for us. However I hoped that you would at least treat my son decently, or at least do whatever you could for him instead of allowing him to be beaten by your husband and son. Had you at least done something for him I would have suggested the Feilds of Aphestal You disgust me. Guilty," Lily stated.
"James?"
"If I were still alive and a necromancer I would torture you in every way that you tortured my son until you stopped breathing, then I would bring you back before doing it again until I felt satisfied that you had suffered enough. Guilty," James stated.
Hades stood up in his ornate clothing. "Petunia Dursley, you have been found guilty of your crimes. Your sentence is also an eternity in the Fields of Punishment but in a small plastic box that will allow you to see your son being chased for eternity while delicious food that you will never be able to eat is cooked next to you." At that two more Furies flew down nd took Petunia to her eternal punishment, screaming as she went.
"James, Lily, thank you for coming. I will let you know when Vernon finally arrives for his court appearance," Hades stated to the two guest judges.
"Of course, Lord Hades, we are your humble servants," James and Lily said as they bowed.
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Back in Surrey...
As Thor and Aphrodite watched officers load the unconscious walrus-like man into a police van. "So who is next, surely they weren't the only ones?" Thor asked.
Aphrodite opened her notebook and crossed off Dudley and Petunia, but put a check mark next to Vernon. "Indeed my Norse friend, these three weren't the only ones. Next on the list are these two," she replied, showing Thor the next two names.
"And what did these two do to gain your wrath?"
"They were friends and fellow tormentors of the baby whale, and I have quite the punishment in mind for them. Dudley was the only one who actually inflicted physical damage, however they did chase Harry, so I have a unique punishment for them.
"Where are the cretins?"
"Where hormones of teenagers run wild every weekend." Thor looked extremely confused. "The mall, thunderhead. The mall." They both disappeared, Aphrodite in a mist of perfume while Thor vanished in a flash of lightning and a boom of thunder.
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The god and goddess reappeared the same way they disappeared on the second level of a shopping mall. Down below them was a food court filled with all sorts of mortals, both teenage and adult like. But two stood out with their slightly above average dates.
"These are them?" Thor asked.
"The two goonish looking ones," Aphrodite replied, gesturing to the two.
"And what is this punishment you intend to give them?"
"Oh a long and permanent one." She snapped her fingers and a small pink mist flew into the boys' nostrils. "They will never find true love. Oh they'll experience short term lust, but not love. Every girl they ever get together with will use them until they find another man."
"So we are not going to smite them where they stand?" Thor asked disappointedly.
"No, these two get the long and torturous punishment," she replied with a grin that could only be described as devilish. "On to the next target," she said as they both disappeared once more.
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Hogwarts, outside the main hall.
Thor and Aphrodite reappeared just outside the Great Hall. They peered inside the hall to see the students eating lunch, the Headmaster sitting in his throne-like chair looking quite smug, not letting the pink toad-like creature neither immortal wanted to admit was in fact a human.
"What are we doing here, who here is our next target?" Thor asked.
"There are a few here that need to be punished. Number one is the one in the gaudy throne," Aphrodite replied while pointing to Dumbledore.
"And what do you wish to do to him?"
"Oh so many things. However my son has already sworn upon the Styx that he would humiliate Dumbledore before killing him. Otherwise I would take a page out of Ares' book and torture him until he died using humiliating yet painful methods until he expired."
"Might I suggest a Blood Eagle?"
"Ooh~, that does sound painful. Unfortunately that will be Harry's discretion on how he will destroy the meddling mortal. However I will settle for," she wriggled her fingers towards the old man to which she channeled her curse. "Impotence."
"Why would that matter to a mortal of that age?"
"He has a little 'friend' he keeps in captivity in Germany who he manipulated for years. It's a sad story really. He likes to go and visit his 'special friend' whenever he gets stressed out. And what is one of the activities that men like to do when they get stressed?"
"They either make love to their woman, or pay for companionship."
"He does this to a man who was once his friend. And now he can't ever again."
"I see, who else is on the list?" Thor asked.
"Oh, I have a few others to take care of," Aphrodite replied.
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After lunch, Hogwarts hallway.
Aphrodite walked down the hall taking the appearance of a blonde bombshell that would put every fifties pin-up model to shame, except she took a more conservative look to avoid more peering eyes. She quickly walked up behind Ginny Weasley, her heels clicking on the hard polished stone hallways of the school. She caught up to the red haired suspected harlot whose mother was attempting to force her son into a forced love, something that she obviously she frowned upon.
She tightly gripped the child's shoulder to which she shouted, "Hey!" The goddess forced the girl into the nearest empty bathroom before pushing her forward. "What's your deal?" she said pulling out her wand.
"Oh I wouldn't do that, mortal," Aphrodite replied. Thor reaching out from the shadows, plucking the wand from the child's hand, brandishing his infamous hammer Mjolnir at his side. "All I wish to do is talk. And depending on your answer I may or may not smite you. Were you dosing Harry with any type of potion without his knowledge?"
"And what is it to you?" Ginny spat.
"Watch thine tongue, mortal. Answer the Lady's question," Thor retorted.
"Let me put it this way: I can make your life extremely miserable for the rest of your life. I have several scenarios that I could use. One of which involves you becoming a nymphomaniac who will attempt to hump anything that moves that will only be temporarily sated when filled with a certain fluid only produced by men and boys. I could make you have sex with your brother in public, shaming both you and your family in the eyes of the public and all your friends. I could let you find your one true love that the Fates pre-ordained that you would meet, only to tear it away from you when you think everything is perfect in your life. Let's just say I have a vested interest in Harry's wellbeing. So I will ask again, did you spike Harry's drinks with any types of potions?" Aphrodite asked firmly as she let her divine power loose for a split second, enough that it would humble the witch, but not cause her to spontaneously combust.
The witch finally spoke up after reeling from the power unleashed, "M-m-my mother told me to put these phials of potion into Harry's drink once a month."
"Do you know what was inside these phials?" she pressed.
"N-n-no. My mother told me they were supplements for his health."
"Do you have any still?"
"No. My mother would send them to me one day before I was supposed to put them in his drink at either breakfast, lunch, or dinner."
"Is your brother in on this as well? Is he dosing Hermione as well?" Aphrodite wished to press for confirmation.
"I-I-I think he is. I could have sworn that he was putting things in Harry's drink as well."
Aphrodite contemplated her options. She could do as she said she could to Miss Ginny Weasley, it was well within her rights as a goddess of love, lust, and beauty. But she had something else in mind, something that she already knew existed.
"Miss Weasley. Harry saved your life in the Chamber of Secrets three years ago from a Basilisk and the shade of Thomas Riddle, for that you owe him a life debt. I will say this only once. If he asks you to do something, you will do it. If he wants you to become a spy on either Dumbledore or your own family, you will do it. If he wants you to become his own consort, you will. Or if he wants you to have nothing to do with him in the slightest, you will stay away from him. Is that clear?" The young witch nodded her head. "Good." Aphrodite turned her attention to Thor, "Let us be on our way, we have at least two more people to wreak vengeance upon." The disappeared in their own ways, leaving a very confused and very frightened Ginny behind.
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Another Hogwarts hallway.
Ron Weasley walked down the hall feeling quite happy with himself. His 'friend' was in prison until the Headmaster 'found' evidence of his 'innocence', they would get back together and Ginny would start dosing Harry again to proceed with Dumbledore's plan. As he walked along to the dungeon for Potions he didn't notice the divine duo close behind him. He felt two hands grab his shoulders and drag him into the unknown to him Room of Requirement.
Thor quickly tied Ron to the floor of the room with a tightness that a rat wouldn't be able to get out of and his mouth was taped over. "Mr. Ronald Weasley. You sure live up to your namesake," Aphrodite stated. She got in his face, "A weasel. You call everyone that is sorted into Slytherin a slimy snake, but you are only describing yourself. A slimy," she took a step closer, her heel tapping against the stone. "Little," she took another step. "Snake," she said standing right above him. "You know, I should turn you into a quail and let you loose during quail hunting season somewhere where there are a lot of hunters with shotguns. Do you know what I'm going to do instead? My buddy here has the instrument of your punishment before my son gives you the final blow." She turned her attention to the god next to her, "Thor, buddy. How much does Mjolnir weigh?"
"Mine hammer was forged inside the heart of a dying star," he replied. "Only the worthy wield it."
"Do you hear that weasel? So heavy that only the worthy may wield it. And do you know where I'm going to have my associate drop it?" She only got a muffled cry. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that?" she snapped her fingers and the tape ripped off.
"You crazy bin-!" Ron shouted before Aphrodite snapped her fingers again and the tape silenced Ron once again.
"That is no way to talk to a Lady," Thor stated.
"Indeed," Aphrodite replied. "Sure, I might lose my temper once in a while, usually over someone being overly vain with me or someone messing with one of my children or former lovers, but never crazy." Thor raised an eyebrow. "Ok, fine. But the Trojan War was a one-time thing. It's not like other wars were caused strictly because the men in charge were thinking with the wrong head." Thor cleared his throat. "Anyway, time to do some punishing. Thor, dear, would you be so kind as to do the honors?"
"It would be mine honor, my Lady." He walked closer, his hammer at his side, towards Ron. He stopped over where his legs were spread apart. He let the hammer slip until he was only holding it by a hooked index finger, Ron's muffled exclamations coming more. Both divine beings had a cruel smile that crawled onto their faces.
Aphrodite crouched down next to Ron. If he weren't shrieking in muffled terror he would be having quite the few perverted thoughts. "This is going to hurt you much more than the pain you caused my son over the years. And do you know what? I'm ok with that." She then nodded to Thor who dropped the hammer upon Ron's jewels.
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The Burrow, two hours later.
The god and goddess appeared outside the family home of the Weasley family. They sat outside the home, not doing anything. "Why are we sitting here?" Thor asked.
"We need to wait until the father of the weasel is in transit from his job," Aphrodite replied.
"Why wait?"
"We need the father to witness the mother in the act of brewing Amortentia." Thor gave her a blank look, "False love potion. The foolish mortals think that they can imitate true attraction with byproducts of magical animals and plants. All they managed to create was a mind control potion crossed over with a bunch of pheromones and hormones targeted towards the one dosing the target." She conjured them some chairs to sit on, "You see Amortentia is illegal outside of studying its effects and how to counter it in government sanctioned labs. If the father sees the mother brewing the potion, which she is in the middle of right now, he will start to question her before asking whether or not he was also dosed before they got married, which will lead to a divorce. Fun fact: while they deny it vehemently, they had their first child four months after they graduated from Hogwarts." She looked at her wristwatch, "We have a few more hours yet before he arrives."
An hour later Aphrodite finally stood up. "Do we act now?" Thor asked.
"Partially. I just need to sabotage her clock hand that's set for her husband and we'll be all set." She snapped her fingers and the enchantments placed on the Weasley patriarch shattered without a sound. "And now we wait a little bit longer."
Another hour later Arthur clocked out for the day and was in transit via the floo network, while Molly was unaware of her husband's imminent arrival. "Thor, throw your hammer at that wall just hard enough to cause the potion she's brewing to spill," Aphrodite commanded.
Thor did as he was asked and threw his hammer at the wall without using his godly strength to demolish the house. Just a minute before Molly was brewing her latest batch of Amortentia for her son to dose Hermione with and a store for her daughter to dose Harry with. As she stirred she lost track of what time it was.
She knew that brewing Amortentia outside of a Ministry sanctioned facility for research purposes (6). It was said before Dumbledore became headmaster of Hogwarts it was common for the Potions Professor, who had to have a Mastery in the art, to brew it during his or her seventh year's class in order to teach them how to identify it in one's food or drink by taste, what it looked like in its phialed state, and how to neutralize it. With Dumbledore as headmaster he had removed that criteria from the OWL and NEWT level courses and tests in order to pass. Both Severus Snape and Horace Slughorn knew how to make, identify, and neutralize Amortentia however they did not teach it.
Molly heard the tell-tale sound of the floo activating and she quickly tried to put away her potions equipment and illicit brew, but the wall shook and dislodged the cauldron from its hanging position and spilled all over the floor.
Arthur walked into the kitchen saying, "Molly-wobbles, I'm home-." He sniffed the air as what Molly was attempting to pathetically clean up did not smell like soup or stew. "Molly, what is that?" he asked.
"It's nothing," she lied quite terribly. "I'll clean it up quickly, dinner will be ready soon." Arthur leaned down and with his index finger dipped it into the spilled liquid. "No, Arthur! Don't!"
"Don't what, Molly?" He rubbed his index finger and thumb together, feeling that the liquid was much thicker than water. He raised his finger to his nose and sniffed it several times. He finally tasted it with the tip of his tongue. The mixture smelled of sex pheromones and perfume (7), and tasted too sweet. His eyes widened as he wiped his hand on his robe. "Molly, please tell me you didn't brew Amortentia."
"No, I didn't!" she cried desperately.
"Then tell me what this is!" he gestured to the spilled potion. "Because this sure as hell looks like an illicit potion!"
Outside the kitchen window the god and goddess were watching the scene eating popcorn. "Live drama is so~ much better than General Hospital or Days of Our Lives," Aphrodite stated.
"Verily," Thor replied. "It is very entertaining."
"It's not what it looks like!" Molly cried out.
"Then what is it?!" Arthur yelled back. "How long have you been making Amortentia and why? Have you been using it the entire time we've been married? Before then? Is it the reason I fell in love with you in the first place? Tell me!" Molly remained silent, only looking at the floor in shame as she had been caught by the one that she loved. "I see then." He walked back over to the floo. "I'm going out. When I get back you'd better not be here."
"But Arthur!" she cried out, grabbing the sleeve of his robe.
"No 'buts' Molly!" he shouted before his voice dropped down to a low borderline-growl. "Just. Go." And with that he threw down the floo powder in his hand and said, "The Leaky Cauldron," and disappeared. Molly just stood there catatonically, just staring at the magic flames.
Back outside Aphrodite was giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh this turned out much better than I had planned," she said.
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Meanwhile at Camp Half-blood…
Harry had been up for several hours now. Some of the more early-risers had finally woken up, primarily those from Apollo's cabin. An hour earlier he had gone on a run around the bay similarly how Rocky Balboa did in the Rocky movies did. He finally sat down around the campfire to catch his breath, the young girl from the other night stoking the fire once more. It was then he heard a bark that could only come from one familiar being.
A Snowy Owl glided down and landed next to him. "Hedwig," Harry said with joy. In her talons was a parcel. "It's good to see you again."
'And I you, my friend,' the owl replied, nodding her head.
"I can hear you," he replied dumbfounded.
'Of course you can, the Lady Athena allowed me to stay with you for being so kind to her sacred animal and allowed you to communicate with me.'
"Well that's cool."
To be continued…
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And there we go, another chapter down. And before I sign off for the day, here's some footnotes from the chapter.
1. The outfit I had in mind was the one that the bikers wore in the NCIS episode "Shalom" with Celty's helmet from Durarara, but black.
2. The rifle in his hands looks like the Patience and Time exotic sniper rifle from Destiny.
3. It looks like the Nordic bow from Skyrim's Dragonborn DLC.
4. This speech is from the Chief's Halo 5: Guardians trailer.
5. I did a google search for the world's most expensive wine, that's what I got.
6. As anyone who knows the Geneva Convention will know that using biological agents is illegal for any country's military to use, however there are biotech firms that manufacture these agents in order to create vaccines and cures for them. The same thing exists with Amortentia as each brewer's style is different.
7. Now how would he know what sex related pheromones smelled like? Well he has seven children, two of which are twins, it obviously means that the couple had sex a bare minimum of six times with a maximum of greater than six. Considering the Puritanical style of living and morality, as well as financial status, that she seems to exude it wouldn't shock me if she had a few miscarriages. To humans pheromones are subtle, you can't essentially smell them, but we are affected by them.
And there we go. Not as much in the previous chapter as that was more exposition than anything else, but it has to be done, right? I asked this question in my other story but I'm looking for a new car (as in lightly used) and I'm pretty much needing some suggestions from anyone that has bought a car in terms of makes and models. So if you have suggestions then let me hear them.
Until next time!
