~~ May 26, 1983, Full Moon, 8:47 p.m. CET~~

"Remus, you're late!" Fenrir thundered as all his wolves stood naked around the warded wooded park the pack ran in during the full moons. A particular door only allowed human werewolves to enter and exit. Fenrir himself could come and go as he pleased-he could even pass through the wards-he was, after all, a God. He, like his sister and grandmother, could make portals to any place on one planet. Well, Hel could make portals anywhere, she wasn't planet-locked like him, and neither Fenrir nor Hel knew if Frigga was planet-bound. Making portals was one thing that they had never seen their father, Loki, do. He could apparate further than any Midgardian Seidr or Seidrmenn, but they had never seen him open his own portal. Use theirs, yes. Make his own, no.

"Sorry, grandfather, I stayed disillusioned to watch Vernon and Harry for a few minutes; since Petunia and Dudley were out doing dinner and a movie with her friends," Remus said as he began to get undressed so he could run with the other wolves without tearing his clothing to shreds.

"Hmmm...she should not go out during the full moons. I don't trust Vernon to behave." Fenrir said, looking at his grandson. "I'll pop over while everyone is out running and check on him," Fenrir stated firmly; Harry was his favorite brother. He would not allow any harm to come to him. He was very young the last time he saw Jörmungandr. Fenrir could not even shift out of his wolf form at that point in time. He had never met Narfi and Vali since they had an Asgardian mother and lived in Asgard before they died. He had also never met Sleipnir, the stallion his father gave birth to and Odin used as his cash cow. Making his brother, Sleipnir, a racehorse and occasional battle stallion. Fenrir snorted at his father's exploration of the opposite sex. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but if he could switch sexes, a mare is not what Fenrir would have chosen.

By a quarter past eight p.m., the pack was in the middle of their painful shift, and Fenrir winced in sympathetic pain. Although the transition was painless for him, he could also hold off the change if he wanted to. His current mate, Sheila, was the first to recover, and she came to sit down at his feet, tipping her head to the side as she looked at him, silently asking why he hadn't shifted yet.

"Going to check on Harry, love. Then I will be back. You're in charge while I'm out," Fenrir said as he watched all the wolves shake themselves out of their pain-induced stupor. Remus being the last. His wolf still looked ill and hairless but no longer starved-looking. He was slowly gaining confidence in his wolf. Right now, Remus was the designated Omega of the pack. Still, he knew once Remus fully accepted his wolf and himself, he would be a strong Alpha with the ability to change at will, like him.

~TLA~

Fenrir stepped through the portal and opened it into the kitchen of number 4 Privet Drive. Gasping at the bloody mess on the floor. Vernon was going to town and beating Harry severely. The Grim Reaper assigned to Harry was invisible and intangible to Vernon. Still, he was holding tightly to the chest of the little toddler. Holding his little soul in his body so the child could not die. Fenrir shifted into his wolf form, shredding his clothes, and pounced onto Vernon, pulling him away from the babe by his neck. Then, opening up a portal, he stuck his head in and howled an anguished cry for help. He knew any God with the ability to open a portal would hear and could potentially come if not to help but to watch for amusement. Which could be bad. There were several pantheons that the Norse/Germanic/Celtic gods did not get along with, cough, cough...the Greeks/Roman being the main rivals.

~tla~

Frigga was with Sif and several other shieldmaidens in the infirmary. They had a meeting with the Goddess of Healing, Eir. Several shieldmaidens had gone behind Odin's back. They joined the fight in Vanaheim, not to fight on one side of the civil war or the other but to fight to save as many children as they could. Getting the non-combative women and children out of the way is what the Asgardian Shieldmaidens were doing. They also provided food and medicine, which was why they met with the Goddess Eir. In the middle of the meeting, Frigga stood up in a panic. "I need a shieldmaiden and Eir to come with me now!" Frigga cried out and opened a portal; the shieldmaiden Lady Sif and the Valkyrie Sandraudiga volunteered to go with their Queen.

~tla~

Ares and Hades were sitting in the middle of Beirut, Lebanon playing a tedious game of chess, as they always do as they watch the war, death, and destruction happen all around them. "You know, uncle Hades," Ares started only to be cut off as he heard an anguished howl for help come screaming along within the portal system. "Huh, I wonder what the Norse God of Wolves is upset about?"

"Fancy a hop over to England to check it out?" Hades said, standing up and stretching.

"Sure, thang short stuff." Ares teased.

"I'm six feet tall, not short!" Hades huffed, looking at his six-foot-two inches tall nephew.

~tla~

Hel was on Vanaheim with her Grim Reapers and Odin's Valkyrie when she heard her brother, Fenrir, cry for help. It was the full moon, so he should have been running with the pack. Hel ran through several scenarios trying to figure out what would cause such anguish, his mate dying? No, he had lost mates before...one of his pack members dying...no again, that was a common occurrence. "HARRY!" Hel screamed out in fear and opened a portal.

~tla~

Upon arrival, Frigga and Eir moved over to where baby Harry lay and started wiping the blood off of him and chanting diagnostic charms, trying to find out what they needed to fix. Seeing this, Fenrir, still holding Vernon by the neck, threw the fat bastard into a portal and followed him through. It was time to call his wolves and start the Wild Hunt. Ares and Hades showed up shortly after Fenrir left and looked at the kitchen's destruction. The table and chairs were all smashed and scattered throughout the kitchen, and two Goddesses were kneeling in a toddler's blood as they were trying to save his life. Fortunately, one of Hel's Grim Reapers refused to move, so the child's soul was locked into his body, barely keeping him alive. Seeing the two Greek gods appear, the confused Shieldmaidens sprung into action drawing their swords ready to defend their Queen if needed. Still, the two Gods just stood there watching the women work. "HARRY!" Hel cried out as the portal opened into the kitchen. Wringing her hands in despair, she burst out crying, seeing Harry's battered body.

"Queen Hel of Niflheimr," Hades said respectfully to the child goddess who fulfilled his role for the Norse pantheon.

Hel turned to look at Hades and Ares, "what are you doing here?"

"We heard the wolf's howl and was bored; who's the kid?" Ares said, pointing toward the babe.

"My youngest brother, Harry," Hel said as she held herself in fear of losing him before he became immortal.

"What a plebian name for a demi-god," Ares whispered to Hades.

"That's LOKI'S kid?" The Valkyrie Sandraudiga said, "I heard he got a Midgardian knocked up, but I thought the wife and child were killed."

"Loki, huh...no wonder I feel Chaos present," Hades stated, looking at Ares, who nodded his head. He could feel it too.

"Lily, Loki's Seidr wife, died, but not his son," Hel said, looking at the Valkyrie as if she was an ant underneath her boot.

"What's your name, sweet thangs?" Ares asked the Shieldmaidens.

"My name is Sandraudiga, and this is the Lady Sif," the Shieldmaiden said, slightly relaxing. Her sword tip touched the ground as she leaned on it.

"Stand at attention!" The Lady Sif scolded her fellow Shieldmaiden; her sword was still ready to swing at a moment's notice. Sandraudiga slowly fixed her stance, winking at Ares.

"She who dyes the sand red. I like it," Ares flirted.

"My lady, the damage is too great. Without immortality, there is no way I can save this child," Eir said as she continued to work on the baby. She could see Loki in him; Loki was her favorite of all the royal children. Always sparing the time to help in the infirmary if she needed help.

"If he was immortal?" Frigga asked.

"Then we would have the time to heal him without worrying about his soul departing," Eir said as she healed the-smashed in-rib cage of the baby.

Frigga stood up and went over to the kitchen counter, where she plugged in the blender that sat on the counter. None of the other Gods and Goddesses who were watching could understand what she was doing. She pulled a Golden Apple of Immortality from her pocket and cut it up before putting it in the blender and turning it on. The two Shieldmaidens jumped, hearing the mechanic whirl the blender, their swords raised, ready for battle. Even Ares had pulled a sword from somewhere, all looking at the blender. Once the apple was pureed, Frigga found a spatula, scooping all the apple out of the blender and into a bowl. Searching the drawers, she found a little yellow toddler spoon. She brought it over to Harry and started to feed the apple puree to the little boy, rubbing his throat so he would swallow. A golden glow began to show around Harry's chest, and some non-life-threatening wounds started to heal and fade. Around this time, a naked Fenrir showed up and gasped, looking at Harry. Hel rushed into her brother's arms, still crying. "Granny, I thought we would wait until he was five to give him the Apple of Immortality?" Fenrir said with shock.

"Granny?!" Lady Sif repeats with horror, "How dare you call the Queen that word, Beast!"

Hel, snickers, glad to know she wasn't the only one to not like that title.

"Silence!" Frigga said sharply as she fed the last of the apple to Harry and waited as he took his first breath of Immortality. "Lady Sif, Granny is an informal name for grandmother, one I do not mind if my grandchildren call me. Both MY GRANDSONS, Fenrir and baby Harry, call me Granny," Frigga took a deep breath before vanquishing the blood from Harry's body and clothing, the floor, and Eir's and her dress. Frigga turned and looked at her grandson, "Fenrir, tell me what happened."

"VERNON, WE'RE HOME!" a call came from the hallway.

"In here, Petunia," Fenrir growled out and heard a small gasp of fear come from the hallway.

"Go watch some telly, sweetums." Petunia could be heard saying as the television in the living room turned on. The two Shieldmaidens peered through the glass French doors separating the living room and the kitchen, noticing a big loud box showing images and a large toddler sitting in front of it. Everyone could hear Petunia take a shaky deep breath before she opened the doorway from the hallway to the kitchen. The first thing she noticed was the mess, "What happened? Who are you, people?"

"What happened was you left your beast of a husband alone with Harry," Fenrir growled out, detangling himself from Hel and stalking Petunia, who bumped into Ares.

"Remus should have been here," Petunia said weakly, trying not to flinch away from the naked man stalking her.

"Remus was with the pack; tonight is the full moon," Fenrir growled, shifting his face more into the wolf.

"If she pees on me, I will beat your ass!" Ares said from behind Petunia, her back plastered in fear to Ares's body.

Fenrir threw the Greek God of War a cheeky wolfy grin, making Petunia squeak.

"No, next Thursday, a week away, is the full moon. " Petunia argued.

"Today is Thursday, May 26th!" Fenrir growled. "Today is the full moon!"

"But Vernon always works on Wednesdays and Thursdays; if today is Thursday, why has he been home the last two days?" Petunia argued back.

"You left Harald home alone with your husband, knowing he has in the past, beaten that child to the brink of death. Your husband tried to kill him again tonight and would have succeeded if Fenrir hadn't come to check on the babe," Frigga said, standing up and pushing her grandson. The latter was looking more like the wolf, out of the way, "to save your nephew's life, we had to give him an Asgardian Apple of Immortality."

"Awe, Harald, Leader of the Army, that is a much better name for a God than Harry," Ares whispered loudly to his uncle, breaking the tension.

"What did you do to Vernon?" Petunia asked, afraid of the answer.

"I put him in the woods my pack runs in. He will be the guest of honor in our Wild Hunt later tonight," Fenrir growled out, "I hope his life insurance is paid up." Petunia paled but didn't say anything.

"Oh! Oh!" Ares said, bouncing on his feet, "please let me join you in your Wild Hunt! It has been ages since Artie has hosted one!"

"I, too, would like to join your hunt tonight," Hades said with hidden glee.

"Congratulations, Petunia, your nephew is no longer a demi-god but a full-on God. Good luck raising him," Frigga said, then waved her hand. The blender was in the sink being washed, the table and chairs were fixing themselves, and Frigga bent over, picked up the baby Harry, and carried him to his nursery, where she remained rocking him all night. Eir, Hel, and the Shieldmaidens temporarily reside in the sitting room.