~~ August 1, 1980, Lughnasadh

"Goddess Frigga, please bless this child, Harald Loki Potter, hereby known publicly as Harry James Potter, granting him good health and happiness," James Potter chanted as his newborn baby laid in his bassinet in the middle of a sacred rune circle at Potter Manor in Dursley, Gloucestershire. But, unlike when his mother had him in the sacred circle. The manor behind him was in ruins, destroyed in a Death Eater attack shortly after his parents died less than a year ago.

"Oh, Lo...James! It is so good to see you, child!" The Goddess Frigga exclaimed, looking at her son Loki in his Midgardian form.

"Goddess! You honor me by appearing!" James said as he sank to one knee in homage.

"Nonsense, I have always blessed the Potter children. You're family, after all." Frigga said as she walked over to the bassinet and peered at the newborn, "hello, Harald. Leader of the army. Fitting," Frigga said as she came out of a light trance.

"Goddess?" James questioned.

"When was your son born?" Frigga asked as she picked him up and held him, lightly touching his forehead and placing a protection charm on him as she gave her blessing.

"Eleven fifty-one, last night. July 31, 1980. My Lady. With Lughnasadh here, I thought it best to get his blessing as soon as possible," James replied as he watched in awe as his mother's favorite Goddess rocked his newborn son. James knew his mother would be mad if he skipped the blessing of her favorite Goddess; he just didn't think that the Goddess would appear. After all, his favorite god, Loki, had never appeared when he asked, begged, and pleaded for an audience. That the Goddess and Queen of Asgard appeared had James flabbergasted.

"If only you waited ten more minutes, child..." Frigga whispered to her grandson.

"Goddess?" James asked.

"Yes, child?" Frigga replied as she watched Loki watching her.

"Thank you for coming to bless my son, but what did you mean we are family?" James questioned.

"Ah...the Potter family are descendants of my granddaughter, Hel, the Goddess of Death. Didn't your father tell you?" Frigga asked as she bent down and kissed the baby, "oh, I think someone needs a diaper change," Frigga said, and she waved her hand, and a blanket and all the supplies she would need were set out.

"Oh, Goddess, I have house-elves that can do that!" James said, horrified that an honest-to-goodness Goddess was changing his son's diaper.

"Nonsense!" Frigga said happily as she undressed the baby and changed his diaper. "I miss having a baby in the palace. My oldest son refuses to stop his partying ways and settle down, marry, and give me grandchildren, my two twins-my middle children- will never marry and have children of their own, and my youngest son..." Frigga looked at James critically, "well, he was a teenage dad and is now up to seven children, but I never get to play grandmother with them. Moreover, my husband is not happy; he keeps popping out children."

"My father did tell me about the Goddess of Death, but I thought it was a myth. I don't know if you know, but I lost both my parents earlier this year to dragon pox; you are welcome to play grandmother to Harry all you wish."

"Oh, Lo...James, I would so love to play Grandmother to your son. However, we ought not to tell Odin," Frigga finished redressing Harry and placing him back into his bassinet, "I'm sorry for your loss; I do miss your mother, Dorea. She was my favorite pries...she was my best friend. Did you know I had tea with your mother at least eight times a year? She would call on me every holiday. Our favorite topic was how Iacōbinus Loki Potter was doing. She was so proud of you; we discussed your time at Hogwarts and every achievement and detention. I hope you know what you are doing, giving your son Loki as a second name," Frigga said with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"My Lady, would you like to have tea today with my wife and me?" James asked the Goddess.

"Oh...can your house-elves make those deviled eggs that were at your wedding?" Frigga asked excitedly.

"You were at my wedding?" James asked, astonished.

"Oh, James, I was at your birth and every event between then and now. I have always watched out for you, my dear child," Frigga said with love in her eyes. "After all, we are family."

"My Lady, you honor me with your presence," James said, looking at the Goddess; he picked up Harry's bassinet and offered his arm to the Goddess. They had a tea to get to.

~~ March 1982 ~~

"Mother, you honor me with your presence," Loki said from his hiding spot underneath the Willow tree in his private garden. He was not in his usual place under the Willow, the area that allowed him to dangle a barefoot in the small creek that cut through his garden. Looking out into the wildflower field that was part of his garden. No, he was on the side that looked at his bedroom window in the palace.

Frigga sat down against the tree next to her son and looked toward the palace; her eyes went wide, and she quickly looked at her son. He is staring at the window. Staring at a man holding a black-haired toddler as the man pointed out different trees and flowers in the garden.

"Mother, have you ever met my friend Remus?" Loki asked, never taking his eyes off the window.

"I..." Frigga started before whispering, "yes, I have met Remus Lupin, grandson of Fenrir Lokisson."

Loki turned to look at her in shock, "have you ever met my friend Sirius?"

"No," Frigga said sadly.

"Remus is Fenrir's grandson?" Loki asked, amazed. "Huh...one of my best friends from Midgard is my great-grandson, and my youngest son...the one he is caring for..." Loki's voice started to hitch with longing and pain "is his great-uncle." Not able to fight the emotion as he watched Remus take Harry and turn away from the window out of sight, Loki started crying again. Frigga pulled Loki to her as she held and rocked her youngest child for the hundredth time in the last four months since he had arrived violently on Asgard, "thank you, mother! Thank you for setting Harry up with Remus."

"It was not I. It was your daughter and son. Hel and Fenrir felt the schism created as Odin went to Midgard to check on the baby." Frigga explained. "Your children watched Odin and discovered their new baby brother. Also, they set up to have Remus watch the babe."

"How can I see them?" Loki asked.

"I... may have visited...and set up a room in the house they are living at to be a replica of your suite. Your sitting room, your nursery, bathing room, and nanny rooms. I also set up the window seat-to not look out at the boring neighborhood they live in-but your garden. I knew they could see you, but I did not know you could see them," Frigga said with embarrassment.

"My son lives in the rooms of an Asgardian Prince...thank you, Mother," Loki said, kissing his mother on the cheek, "how are Hel and Fenrir?"

"Hel is busy as always," Frigga said as she picked up Loki's hand and held it. "Fenrir..." Frigga said with weariness as she shook her head, "he is on the run again."

"What did he do this time?" Loki said, laughing at his son.

"Same thing as always," Frigga responded, "he is sharing the love of his wolf. I would not be surprised if someday, all of Midgard was able to shift back and forth between man-shaped and wolf."

"Well, having watched the torment Remus went through every month, I'm not as forgiving as I once was," Loki sighed; he hated being responsible. That was Thor's job. "Do you know the name Fenrir is going by?"

"Fenrir Greyback," Frigga said as she rested with her eyes closed.

"Holy Fucking Hell!" Loki swore, disturbing his mother.

"LOKI! Language!" Frigga scolded her son.

"Sorry, mum," Loki apologized, "it's just we were on the opposite sides of the war. He was on Voldemort's side. Why would he choose the side of that madman?"

"I don't know, Loki...do you know where Jörmungandr is?" Frigga asked, finally remembering to ask Loki.

"Midgard," Loki responded.

"Of course, he is on Midgard! He is the Midgardian Serpent! Where on Midgard is he?" Frigga asked, exasperated as Loki laughed at her.

"I don't know. The last time I saw Jorie was when I was at Hogwarts as Salazar Slytherin. He left to explore Midgard before I left Hogwarts." Loki said as he waved his hand, and a tea service appeared. Pouring a cup for his mother and handing it to her, he continued, "I know he's alive, but I don't know where he is; I can feel all my children. I felt when Narfi was killed and his twin committed suicide. Jorie is alive."

"Can you track him down?" Frigga asked.

"Not from here. I would have to be on Midgard," Loki stated.

"If you can feel whether your children are alive or not, how come you don't know if Harry is?" Frigga asked gently.

"You're right, Mother; I can feel that he is alive," Loki said with wonderment, "Harry is alive. He is being cared for by family. Harry will be alright; he is an Asgardian after all." Loki took a deep breath and let it out, feeling so much relief, "mother, can you sneak Harry a Golden Apple?"

"Already planning on it when he turns five," Frigga stated proudly.

"Mother, thank you so much. You know who I miss having tea with?" Loki said sadly.

"I miss Dorea and Charlus too. But, you know...you were only grounded from heading to Midgard."

Loki smiled at his mother's mischief.

~TLA~

"LOKI!" Odin bellowed with Thor next to him as they entered the Bi-Frost Chamber. "You were forbidden from leaving Asgard!"

"No, father," Loki stated before he shifted forms to look like his father's identical twin, "you said, 'Loki, for crimes against Asgard, you are hereby banned for 100 years from entering Midgard.'" Loki switched back to his visage, catching his brother smirking behind their father's back before continuing, "I did not go to Midgard. I went to Nifheimr."

"What were you doing in the land of the dead, Brother?" Thor asked cheerfully.

"Conjugal visit with the dead wife," Loki said apathetically before winking at his brother with a teasing smile on his face.

"LOKI!" Thor yelled, "that's disgusting!"

Loki started pulling Thor out the door and away from their father, "Sex, sex, sex!" Loki said, teasing his prudish big brother.

~TLA~

"Heimdall, what was Loki doing?" Odin asked suspiciously.

"Having tea with the parents who raised him on Midgard. He did not see his late wife at all. She is not on Nifheimr but in Valhalla."

"Is she worthy of Valhalla?" Odin asked.

"Your Valkyries thought so," Heimdall replied.

"Did Loki see Hel while he was in Nifheimr?" Odin continued to grill Heimdall.

"No, My Lord. The Goddess of Death is currently on Vanaheim; there was another hostage situation that turned into a civil war. Hel and the Valkyries are busy with that currently."

"Good, continue to keep Loki out of Midgard," Odin said as he turned and walked away from Heimdall.

"He will not enter Midgard using the Rainbow bridge, My Lord," Heimdall replied and noticed as Odin nodded.

"Tell me, Brother, where did you go? What did you do?" Thor boomed cheerfully now that they were away from their father.

"What, you don't believe I participated in necrophilia?" Loki asked as he guided his brother away from the city and towards the private palace gardens.

"No, not even you would violate that sanctity. Plus, your wife was a warrior and died a warrior's death. She is in Valhalla, not Nifheimr." Thor said with a proud smile.

"Shhh..." Loki said as they entered his garden, and Loki guided him to his new spot under the Willow tree. "Come and look," Loki said as he pointed to his bedroom window where Remus stood holding baby Harry.

"Who is that in your window?" Thor bellowed in concern.

"The man is my great-grandson, Remus; Fenrir is his grandfather. The black-haired babe in Remus's arms is my son, Harry. They are currently on Midgard, but mother did some accidental magic that lets me watch them when they stand at a certain window in Midgard."

"Your son is a tiny thing. Is that normal? Is he healthy?" Thor asked in concern.

"Yes, that is normal, and he is healthy. Babies are tiny big brother," Loki laughed as he leaned against the tree and watched.


AN: Eight out of fourteen chapters done and no reviews? Lazy readers. No laughing at my jokes, no guesses as to what will happen next, no swearing death to Vernon?