1985

"For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good felloooowwww that nobody can deny!" sang Fenrir and his pack as they celebrated Remus's graduation from university. Fenrir, his pack, and some of the Greek Gods Remus had befriended, like Ares, Apollo, and Heracles, along with a select few others, had gone out to a pack-run bar in the middle of London to celebrate.

Petunia sat at the bar, slowly drinking a fruity cocktail as she watched Remus celebrate his graduation; she was proud of him and knew her sister would be ecstatic! Once Vernon died, she sat down with a Squib Mind Healer that Remus helped her find and worked out her issues. Petunia still had jealousy issues with Lily, but she was working hard on not becoming a shrew, God-Damn-It! Petunia had even taken the Life Insurance money, put half of it in a trust fund for Dudley, and used half to go to school herself. She still had two years before she graduated from the London School of Economics and Political Science with a degree in finance and a standing job offer with Gringotts. She was to be their Muggle Financial Affairs Officer with her own staff! Debit and Credit cards were coming to Gringotts and the Wizarding World as soon as she graduated, with an option to invest in the Muggle Stock Exchange. Gringotts would even help her further her education if they reaped the benefit for several years.

Petunia had sold her house to move to a part of London that Remus was developing; Grimmauld Place. It was built shortly before WWII, but as the area was heavily bombed and needed to be rebuilt, it was not the most desired area in London. Besides, time had not been kind in the years following WWII, and the location was slightly run down. The townhouses were beautiful when they were first built around a nice little park. However, today most of the townhouses have been sublet and turned into apartment buildings. Remus bought ALL the houses in Grimmauld Place, and suddenly everyone was rushing to move, find work elsewhere, find a better place to live, etc. Petunia snorted when Remus was telling her this as innocently as he could. She knew Remus used magic to get everyone to move and sell cheap, which was okay with her.

Remus also used magic to renovate the townhouse she bought, number 13. Ultimately, Remus told Petunia he planned on turning Grimmauld Place into a wizarding district. All of this was for Harry's financial future, using Potter funds. The blocks that surrounded the little park could hold seven townhouses per block. Harry owned all but two, hers and another man's townhouse, a wizard sitting next to her flirting with everyone. Paddy something-or-other, she thought he introduced himself. The townhouses on the south side of the park where her's was located were to remain individual homes. Four floors, plus a basement, the townhouse had a new lovely iron and mahogany spiral staircase that left room for a faux-old-fashioned glass and iron lift. The house was way outside her price range if it hadn't been for magic. Seriously Petunia was in love for the first time (not including Dudley); she loved her new townhouse more than she ever loved Vernon, 'maybe I should speak to my mind healer about that,' she thought with a small laugh.

The townhouses on the park's east side would be split into two apartments. The first and second floors are one apartment, and the third and fourth floors are the second apartment. The basement turned into a laundry and storage area for both tenants, and a small backyard was shared.

The townhouses on the west side of the park were being turned into cute shops on the first floor, the basement as storage for the shops. Then the second and third floors became an apartment for the shop owner, and the fourth floor became an apartment for help or whoever rented it.

Finally, the townhouses on the park's north side were again turned into cute shops on the first floor, with the basement as storage for the shop. All three final floors were becoming individual apartments. Remus was going to sell the individual townhouses to the uber elite of the wizarding world, all of whom owned manor houses in the country but not homes in the city. The rest he was going to continue to own and rent out. According to Remus's latest gossip, the new Minister of Magic had just bought number 11. Maybe she should have Remus do the same thing with her old home in Cokesworth that both she and Harry owned. She knew that boy...Snape still lived in his old family home, so it could be easily turned into a wizarding place. Maybe a more low-income version of what Remus was doing with Grimmauld Place.

Another thing Petunia had done with Remus's help was changing her and Dudley's names. After that, she would hide from the wizards in the wizarding world. Remus assured her that they would never look for her there. Lily would have never put up with how Albus Dumbledore treated her, and she was furious to find out that Dumbledore had attempted to block Dudley's magic. Or Remus and Petunia were assuming it was Dumbledore. So now they were Iris and Douglas Griffin, her mother's maiden name and an old extinct Wizarding name, with a Gringotts bank account and a seat on their governing body to go with it for Douglas as the most senior Wizarding male of the family. 'Wasn't that a hoot!' Iris thought getting rid of Vernon was the best thing to ever happen to her family.

"Iris, honey!" Paddy yelled, spilling his drink across the bar top, "how are you doing?"

"Yes…how are you doing?" Ares asked, glaring at the woman as he stood behind Paddy. He would never forgive her for how she let her husband…excuse me…dead husband treat Harald.

"I'm doing well, thank you," Iris said shortly, picking up her handbag so it wouldn't get soaked from the alcohol that Paddy spilled all over it.

"She's trying to do better," Remus whispered in Ares's ear. "Harry visits her monthly and comes home with lovely stories of his nice Aunt Iris and his favorite cousin Douglas."

"I still don't like her," Ares grouched as he thought of their first meeting, "It would have been a little bit funny if Fenny made her pee." Remus shook his head at the War God and went to rescue Iris from Padfoot as the rest of the pack snickered at what Ares said unbeknownst to Iris.

~LGCHB~

Sirius was having the time of his life irritating Petunia Evans. She might have changed her name and dressed differently, but he would recognize Lily's sister anywhere. Especially since he was a Grim Animagus and kept his excellent sense of smell when he was in his human form. It took Remus four damn years of fighting to get Sirius a trial and set free, and that was with the Greek God Heracles' help. Apparently, they thought about asking Lady Justice, the Greek Goddess Nemesis, for help. Still, Justice is blind, and she might have decided he deserved to stay in Azkaban because of being an illegal Animagus or that stunt he pulled at the end of his fifth year with Snivellus. No, it was better with Heracles' help. Although finding out that the Greek Gods existed was inconceivable, finding out that James was truly Loki made strange sense, especially since they used to worship Loki, altar and all. Knowing that Odin forbids Loki from coming to Earth and caring for his son, Harry, enraged Sirius. He was seeing the same Squib Mind Healer that Petunia was.

Then there was Fenrir. Sirius didn't know what to think when it came to that werewolf. He was so used to thinking that Fenrir attacked his best friend that it was hard to understand that they were grandfather/grandson and that Fenrir was James/Loki's son, brother to Harry. 'It's a good thing I'm seeing a Mind Healer,' Sirius thought.

~LGCHB~

Life had never been so good to Remus, getting out of the Wizarding World and living in the Mortal…Muggle world was so much healthier for Remus's mental health. Even though he lived in Olympus, Remus got a job at the British International School in Athens. Harry would be going down with him every day to start school there. It wasn't that the Greek Gods weren't teaching him what he needed to know, but that he wasn't getting the child-to-child interaction they needed to succeed later in life. The youngest Olympians that were currently living in Olympus were Heracles (2,500 years old), his wife/sister Hebe (3,000 years old), and their twins (2,000 years old), and he thought pureblood wizards were bad. They had nothing on the incest the Olympians participated in. Sirius would move to his family vacation home outside Athens, and Remus and Harry's home addresses would be there. Sirius needed it to get out of Britain with their backward views. He was proven innocent, but still, people refused to believe him. Of course, they also threw an innocent man in prison without a trial but allowed guilty men to buy their way out of Azkaban. Not to mention when Sirius asked Dumbledore where Harry was, he refused to tell him. Dumbledore didn't tell Sirius that he had left Harry with Petunia and her husband. Dumbledore didn't tell Sirius that Vernon had been abusive to Harry. Dumbledore didn't tell Sirius that he, in reality, didn't know where Harry was anymore. However, Sirius was a natural legilimens. Even with his mind damaged from Azkaban, he knew when he was being lied to; he knew when someone was omitting something, which made him a great Auror before the Aurors refused to do their job and abandoned him. 'Okay, Sirius truly needed to continue to see his mind healer.' Remus thought.

Heracles sat at the end of the bar watching some sport on the telly; being the God of Sports, he couldn't help but be attracted to watching it. Remus took him and great-aunt Thea down to Athens last year to a bar to watch the 1984 Olympics. Seeing the telly showing the games Heracles had invented inspired Thea to display them on all the glass viewing screens in Olympus and beyond the Gaian Olympics. Heimdall did the same, and the Asgardians cheered on those of Scandinavian/Celtic/Germanic blood. They would have praised the Rus tribes, but the Asgardians couldn't fathom that they had boycotted the games for some reason. A God or Goddess of Sports was one God the Asgardians did not have. Still, many Olympic sports had some prehistoric chaotic hint of battle, bloodshed, and war in them, so they were thrilled to watch the games. Heracles took his eyes off the telly to check on Sirius; it had been a long hard battle of wits to win Sirius his freedom, and Heracles knew it would be a long battle of recovery for Sirius. He just hoped taking him out of this cold island that his cousin, the Greco/Roman Goddess Brettaniai, lorded over. Brettaniai, or Britannia as she was called today, was the daughter of Poseidon and the Celtic Goddess Morrigan, or Hel, when she was in her Celtic form. Like the Greek Gods had Roman names and avatars, the Asgardians had Celtic names and avatars. Heracles would keep a close eye on Sirius; he couldn't help but feel a kinship with the man; abused by his mother, ignored by his father, finding his only solitude and family with his friends; yes, there was definitely a kinship there.

Heracles joined the others laughing as they watched the mortal aunt of Harald slap Sirius, pour her drink over his head, and stomp towards the door, stopping only long enough to kiss Remus on his cheek before leaving.

~LGCHB~

Odin using his power over crows took over a flock of Eurasian Jackdaw and watched as a little five-year-old boy playing with other children in a schoolyard. The children were dressed in small black shorts or skirts, a white polo shirt with a crest of some kind on the right-hand side, and a little black jacket with the same crest in the same spot. The children were finely dressed sons and daughters of diplomats and businesspeople who lived in Athens. There was nothing special on the outside about the boy; he was the same size as the other five-year-olds, and he had black hair like many little boys in this country. Still, there was a power to him that the other children did not have. Odin ordered the Jackdaws to attack all the student's on the playground but to mainly attack the boy with power; as the Jackdaws dived bombed the schoolyard, the little boy looked up at the black and grey birds and waved his index finger in a back and forth motion, as if Odin was a naughty child. "No!" The boy yelled out and opened his hand, palm flat up in the air, and an invisible shield was created, keeping the avians away from the children. No one on the playground seemed to see what was happening, but Odin saw him, and he was pissed. It had been a year or two since he had tried to kill the child with a snake. Maybe it was time to try something else.

OMAKE:

"Did you know that, over one thousand years ago, when you were still a pup, your father was my best friend?" Rick, the Alpha of the Highland Werewolves, said.

"Yes, but I had forgotten that. You were a teacher once," Fenrir said as he watched the cubs in his pack as they tumbled around, already changed into wolf form before the full moon.

"Grandfather," Remus said as he entered the sanctuary and looked around. There was more than one pack in the London sanctuary this time.

"Remus, have you ever met Rick of the Highland Werewolves?" Fenrir asked with a dangerous smirk on his face.

Being a trickster himself, Remus was instantly wary, "No, I haven't," Remus said, eyeing his grandfather before turning to the giant red-haired werewolf, "Alpha," Remus said respectfully.

"Remus Lupin, grandson of Fenrir," Fenrir smirked, making the introduction, "please meet Godric "Rick" Gryffindor, of the Highland Werewolves."

Remus's jaw dropped in amazement… "Godric Gryffindor is a werewolf?"