Hunter? Wizard? Demi-what?

(Edited: 18.06.22)


Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, and false namings of real events. "... I had a sister once. A twin. Then one day she just disappeared, and nobody but me remembered her. She had ocean eyes and a kind smile… Sometimes I wonder if she was ever real."

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Supernatural or Percy Jackson. Only the plot.

Possible trigger warnings and mentions of death.


0 • Prologue


Harry watched as Snape took the page bearing his mum's signature, and her love, and tucked it inside his robes. Then stared, grief-stricken as the man then ripped the photograph he was holding in two, so that he kept the part in which Lily laughed, throwing the piece that held Harry, James and another Man holding another child at his mothers opposing shoulder onto the floor and under the chest of drawers…

The rest of the Pensieve memory flew by and Harry rose up out of the Pensieve, and moments later he lay on the carpeted floor in exactly the same room: Snape might just have closed the door.

A new calmness washed over him as he lay on the floor, the funeral drum that was his heartbeat slowed in its pounding against his ribcage. A cheerful laugh echoed in the silence of the room followed by a muffled childlike voice. Harry knew these sounds were in his mind but they sounded so real and so very present.

Now he wondered. "Would it hurt to die?" The girl's laughter cut off at the thought and was replaced by a deeper but still muffled baritone voice that promised nice things, nice unbelievable things. All those times he had thought that it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

It did not occur to him now to try to escape, to outrun Voldemort, though the girl's voice seemed to be tempting him to. But it was over, he knew it and the mystery girl would have to accept it and let them remain apart, all that was left was the thing itself: dying. While disposing of Voldemort's remaining links to life along the way, so when at last he flung himself across Voldemort's path and did not raise his wand to defend himself the end would be clean. The girl was louder now as Harry's thoughts drifted down the path toward his impending death.

If only he could have died on that summer's night when he left number four, Privet Drive for the last time when the noble Phoenix feather wand had saved him! An image of two children laying facedown on dry soil with the sun bearing down on them sprung into his head but Harry chased them away with Hedwig's death. If he'd died like Hedwig, so quickly he would not have known it happened! Or if he could have launched himself in front of a wand to save someone he loved… he even envied his parent's deaths now.

This walk to his destruction would require a different kind of bravery.

He felt his fingers tremble slightly and made an effort to control them, although no one could see them; the portraits on the walls were all empty.

Harry felt a ghostly sensation then of someone grasping his wrist and pulling him along but he could see no one. He was completely alone. He had an inkling of who this was and this feeling was just a physical memory he was reliving for his own comfort, in the end.

Dumbledore's betrayal was almost nothing.

Fred, Lupin, Tonks and Colin lying dead in the Great Hall forced their way past the ghostly hands and back into his mind's eye, and for a moment he could hardly breathe; Death was impatient…


Somewhere deep beneath the Earth's crust a being older than most things living smiled. "Soon, we will meet very soon, child."


Like rain on a cold window, these thoughts pattered against the hard surface of the incontrovertible truth, which was that he must die. I must die. It must end.

~•~•~•~


I open at the close.

This was the close. This was the moment. Harry just hopes Neville manages to kill the snake, otherwise, all of this would be… He shook his head not now. Not when it was so close to being done.

Without hesitating any longer he pressed the golden metal to his lips and whispered, "I am about to die."

The black stone with its jagged crack running down the centre sat in the two halves of the Snitch. The Resurrection Stone had a crack down the middle representing the Elder Wand. The triangle represented the Invisibility Cloak and the stone was still discernible.

With his parents and Sirius at his sides, Harry stood before Voldemort, resolutely ignoring Hagrid's thrashing and yelling, the Death Eaters' cries, gasps and laughter(probably Bellatrix) prepared to die.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, and false namings of real events. That Pensieve photograph proved that. And his long-dead parents confirmed it.

Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he did not attempt to draw it. He knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if he were to draw his wand at Nagini fifty curses would hit him first. Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, a mirthless smile curled on the lipless mouth.

"Harry Potter," he said, very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The boy who lived."

Voldemort raised his wand. His head still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry thought for a second of the girl who his mother said was his sister, someone who was waiting for him somewhere and he froze. Still staring at Voldemort's red eyes, and not wanting to die just yet he spoke, shocking the crowd with his words and his smile.

"Can I say something? Before you kill me?" Voldemort paused, intrigued by what Harry would say. Would it be a final wish to not kill certain people or to break the silence on some hidden secret of Dumbledores?

Attention fully on his enemy Voldemort waved for him to go on.

"Did you know I had a sister once?" Harry's smile grew wider when Voldemort froze and the altered memories of those present came crashing back full force and murmurs broke out in the crowd, and Hagrid had stopped wailing briefly only to start again when he realised he'd failed somewhere to keep one of the Potters from harm. Voldemort looked pained and angry that such a thing could happen to him, the number of memories that had been piled in so suddenly was almost overwhelming.

His attention was almost immediately back on Harry; his topless smile was now an irritated frown. "What happened to your sister?"

"We were twins, you know? We'd just run away from our Aunts. We were probably about six or seven. I'd used accidental magic purposely to get us as far away as possible." Voldemort's hairless brow ridges furrowed at this information while some Death Eaters whispered among themselves purposeful accidental magic was rare in children in loving homes, many of them would know.

They painted themselves gruesome pictures of the Muggles who'd pushed children so far. They all leaned forward when Harry continued, the tree Hagrid was tied to began to creak.

"Then one day she just disappeared, and nobody but me remembered her. Well fragments of her. She had ocean eyes and a kind smile… Sometimes I wondered if she was ever real." But they all knew she was very real now. Voldemort remembered that night very clearly, certain he was throwing the curse to splinter at two infants and not just the one that stood before him today.

"Where is she?" Voldemort rasped.

"She's looking for me. Goodbye Tommy-boy." Harry whispered in a tone his child sister would have used back when they were together still yet inseparable. He looked back into enraged red eyes, not betraying his fear of Death as he saw the mouth move and a flash of green light and everything was gone.

There was no sensation of warmth or feeling of cold dread. Just the green flash. The green light of the Unforgivable Curse that the Dark Lord favoured most, as it collided with Harry's body before his vision faded to black and his body crumpled onto the Forest floor. The cheering and laughter of the Death Eaters had faded with the darkness and Harry Potter, the boy who lived... was dead.


Somewhere deep beneath the Earth's crust chains, sealing a cage broke and an ancient being was freed and he had a " human" to visit.


He lay on his back, listening to the silence, his eyes closed. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. Floating in a void of darkness or perhaps not.

A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore, he had a sense of touch, and the thing on which he lay existed too.

The darkness seemed to become less dark, almost as soon as he reached this conclusion, and Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not immediately concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes and that it was not dark at all. No, rather it was quite the opposite.

It was bright. Extremely so. He squeezed his eyes shut and brought his hand up to shield them from the sudden brightness. He squinted until his vision became less blurred by the pure nebulous white of his surroundings.

He lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist he had ever experienced before. His surroundings were not hidden by cloudy vapour; rather the cloudy vapour had not yet formed into his surroundings. The floor on which he lay seemed to be white, neither warm nor cold, but simply there, a flat, blank something on which to be.

He sat up. His body appeared to be unscathed. He touched his face. He was not wearing glasses anymore. Yet his vision was not impaired as it had been without them.

Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him: the small, soft thumpings of something that flapped, flailed and struggled. It was a pitiful noise, yet also slightly indecent. He had an uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping on something furtive, shameful.

For the first time, he wished he were clothed.

Not a second after the wish had formed in his head a clean pile of cloth that looked a lot like a robe appeared beside him. He pulled them on without a second thought: they were soft, clean and warm. It was extraordinary how they had appeared, just like that, the moment he had wanted them...

He rose from his place on the strange white surface, looking around. 'Was this place some kind of greater Room of Requirement?' Harry wondered. The more he looked around the more there was to see. All was hushed and still if he didn't count those odd thumping and whimpering noises that seemed to just exist without form. Perhaps it was his mind playing tricks on him, maybe he was hearing things, it definitely sounded real and there but as far as he could see he was the only one around in this strange sterile place.

Harry turned slowly on the spot, and his surroundings seemed to invent themselves before his eyes. A wide-open, vaguely familiar space, bright and clean, a cosy-looking cottage rested in the distance. It was quite empty. Were it not for the noises with no obvious origin, Harry was quite certain he was the only person there —

"So we meet at last," came a voice from behind him, startling Harry from his wandering thoughts.

He spun around on his heel, his eyes wide and his breath as shallow as it had been when he faced Voldemort for the last time; his memories, before the green light, flooded his mind. The red eyes that had seemed to burn brighter in the firelight were staring at him now in this strange place...

Only the longer he stared the more Harry came to realise: these were not the same blood-red eyes of Voldemort, but rather a brilliant fire-red colour that shared a likeness with the stone embedded on the hilt of Godric Gryffindor's Sword. Though this did not make him feel any less afraid. Harry had done his job, hadn't he? He gave himself up to Voldemort so he, in turn, could be defeated for good this time, and he can finally be free. He just hoped Neville killed the snake—

"There's no need to worry about that. Your friend kept his word. Nagini is dead."

His eyes snapped back to the stranger that stood in front of him, watching it wearily as it raised its hands in a non-threatening motion. Its skin looked a golden tan, not like the pale white Voldemort's had been and Harry could see something glinting over its shoulder. It looked like a bow or maybe a quiver of arrows?

They also shared a striking resemblance to his godfather, though his hair was golden and not Sirius' black. A young handsome blond version of Sirius. Only Sirius preferred to wear leather, over this elegant-looking white toga this man sported. Sunglasses appeared over the man's distracting sun-like eyes.

"Look, kid. I've been meaning to talk to you for a while." The man's voice sounded lyrical almost before he could say anything else though, Harry heard a flap of wings and a rattle of what sounded like hollow bones, he blinked and two more strangely ethereal men stood before him.

"Yoyoyo! Harry my man! My boy! The boy! How's it going? How's Death treating you not too bad right? Just say the word and I'll–" the loud tall one with six very golden wings shot off at Harry before being shot down by the other new arrival. Who wore all black and carried a wicked-looking cane.

"You'll what Gabriel? I'm sure it was good." So Harry gathered the sharply dressed slicked-haired scarecrow was Death, and the golden-winged loud hyper angelic man was Gabriel. That leaves the first arrival.

"Nevermind."

"That's what I thought. Now down to business then gentlemen?" Suddenly they were in the cottage and Harry was struck by a thought. This weird pearly white space was Godric's Hollow or at least a mimicry of it.

"Right business. So kid how'd you break the spell?" The one Harry assumed was Gabriel pointed the question at him but the first being, — he was certain that would be the appropriate word to describe these men before him, otherworldly beings beyond his mortal understanding — spoke before he could even open his mouth.

"That would be my doing actually."

"Apollo! My man my guy– "

"Yes yes. I'm none of those things to you angel." The one named Apollo said as he seated himself on a sofa Harry hadn't noticed before, gesturing for him and the others to follow suit.

"I'm actually a pagan, like yourself, at the moment."

"Right. Now, what happened with these two? It's been screwing with my daily flow since I first noticed them." Apollo said. Harry felt very much like an intruder right now. Maybe he should look for the source of the weird thumping noise while they do whatever it is the higher beings do—

"There's no need for that Harry. He's been under your seat the whole time. And this conversation very much does involve you." the man with the complimentary black and white themed style of dress said.

"Thank you for returning these to me, Harry." The man said as he rubbed a thumb over an unfamiliar silver ring embedded with a white stone and settled his steel-tipped cane across his lap. If he was Death did he mean the Hallows? Harry thought. "Correct on both speculations. Now where to start…"

"Ooh, I know! I know! Why not way back at the start? Where all of the important gushy chick flick stuff happens!" Gabriel said with enthusiasm Harry could only match when on a broom playing Quidditch. Completely forgetting about the creepy skin-less baby under his seat as a memory that wasn't his played out much like the Pensieve.


~•~•~•~


The quill scratched against the parchment, ink staining Lily's fingertips as she wrote. For the past few years, after her parents died, she wrote to her sister Petunia constantly, even if she hated her for having magic. She still believed that there was hope for her sister and that she would come around one day, and maybe even return a few letters telling her how she was.

Lily hadn't seen her sister since her wedding, James and his moron, Sirius, had utterly humiliated Petunia's fiancè Vernon Dursley. While her back was turned. She doesn't even know what they did, but it had been so bad Petunia never bothered with returning her letters. That had been when their parents were still alive and willing to mediate between them.

She sighed and rubbed a hand over her round belly.

Twins, the Mediwitch had said and asked who the fathers were(1). As in plural. Lily had been in shock, she was four months along when she had that check-up. It had been at least four months since she had married James and at least four months since she had that one-night stand with a man who she confused with James.

He looked so much like him though, same nose, jaw, build, even the same uncontrolled bird's nest head of hair. The only difference was their eyes, James' was hazel and he wore glasses, whereas the other man had Ocean green. They were swirling pools of sea green. James wore robes and the man wore sea-blue Digi-camo coveralls of a naval uniform(2). She had been a bit tipsy and more than a little drunk, fire whiskey was strong stuff. The man had been at the wedding as well.

"What am I going to do? How do I tell them?" she wondered aloud.

Her eyes were drooping, she didn't know how long she had been in the study but she was tired. She was nine months pregnant and due any day now. Just as she was about to doze off the door creaked open and she jolted violently spilling ink over her writing. She groaned in annoyance and sighed when she felt her husband's warm breath on her neck.

Only it wasn't James who had entered.

"James not now..." she sighed when he nuzzled her neck and whimpered when he pulled away.

"Not James." The unknown man said it was a voice she knew but couldn't place.

"I just thought since I was in the neighbourhood I'd swing by and have a chat... maybe even something... more?" The nameless man's playful tone sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to turn her head but stubbornly decided against it, this man was an intruder.

The sort of realisation startled the sleep out of her, eyes narrowed, and she turned to glare at the intruder.

"How did you get in here? You shouldn't be here. The wards should have alerted me or James would have said something... What have you done to him?" She almost pleads her voice barely above a whisper, thinking the worst had happened to her husband at this man's hand.

Her viridescent green eyes met his sea green. She was standing now; her chair was the only thing between her and him, giving her some sort of solace.

He pouted at her, she noted. He looked different too, his hair was still James level messy and his eyes were still swirling pools of green but he seemed different... Was that a suit? Indeed it was, it was a step up from his camo coveralls. It seemed like something a muggle naval commander would wear at a dinner party, then a plain muggle business suit, like her father wore to her wedding.

His voice broke through her musings and suddenly a light jab was felt from her abdomen. Her eyes lit up, they were kicking!

"I didn't hurt him, I swear, I just wanted to see you... What are you..." She covered his mouth with her finger shushing him.

"Shhh, they're moving," She all but squealed, holding her hand to her bulging belly that he had previously not noticed before.

"I...You're… pregnant?!" he said, his ocean-coloured eyes bugging out of his head.

Lily rolled her eyes. Men. Was he daft? Of course, she was bloody well pregnant! One isn't usually a virgin for long when they marry.

"Yes I'm pregnant and one of them is most likely yours. According to my…" Lily paused as if trying to recall what a doctor was, "Midwife? They have different fathers despite being twins. Other than James you were the only other man I had slept with that night."

His eyes didn't seem to be getting any smaller; they were nearly as large as dinner plates with how shocked he was.

"Bu-How? I thought... what?" he faltered, his lack of coherence proved just how completely out of his depth he was here.

"Ugh, what are you? Four? Do I have to spell it out for you? How babies are made? Honestly, you're nearly as bad as Sirius..." Lily huffed at the still nameless man. Who sputtered at the comment.

Impatient and a tad moody Lily snatched his hand and moved around the chair. She held his larger and warmer hands to her belly watching his face carefully for a reaction. James had been comical having practically wept in joy while Sirius was howling from the kitchen.

His face was full of concentration, his eyes never leaving her abdomen. Then he felt a kick beneath his palm and so had she.

"I think I felt something! I-it...There! Can you feel it?" He asked her giddily, embracing his inner child. She silently wondered if all men were like this. James and Sirius certainly were and she knew Remus could be if he wanted.

Finally, he looked up, met her eyes and released a slow breath. He straightened up towering over her, like James she mused then panicked he hadn't told her anything. Not his name and not what he had done to James.

"Where is James? If you didn't hurt him, where is he? Is he even here?" She fired off at him while holding a protective hand over her belly. Her other was searching wildly behind her for her wand. Regretting not putting on a holster that morning.

"James is fiiine, he's on the couch with his friend. Asleep." He waved off her worries before focusing on her again, "You do realise it's very late out? According to your husband... you haven't left this room all day he had to have house-elves bring up your food. He's worried about you, you know that?" Nameless said with a frown.

"How do you know all this? How do you know James?" Lily asked him fearfully as her fingers finally wrapped around her wand, the wood humming beneath her fingertips as she tightened her hold. Ready to fire off spells if it came down to it.

"Relax Lily. I met them at a bar earlier this afternoon. I look exactly like your James. They invited me over for a drink."

"I don't believe I've honestly introduced myself. The names Neptune, yes like the god, and no I am not insane, nor an escaped asylum resident. From your expression, I can tell you know it's true..." The man... no God boasted with a cocky grin his pearly white teeth glinting in the candlelight. Wizards aren't very tech-savvy so no light bulbs.

This was too much for her. First, she had sex with a freaking God. Second, she was pregnant with said God's child. Third, well she was going down. Lily thought ruefully as the edges of her vision began to blur she could faintly hear his panicked voice and vaguely make out equally panicked features but she was already gone.


~•~•~•~


Neptune stared at the woman in his arms with a thoughtful frown. He hasn't had a child in... he can't even remember it had been that long. They were considered dangerous because of the potential power they could possess. As well as the fact that his counterpart... dammit every time. He covered his nose with his free hand. He wasn't switching now.

If Poseidon knew... he shook his head. No. He can't know and if he did, technically, this child would be his so the "Big Three" wouldn't be able to terminate them for breaking the oath.

A grin stretched across his face as he picked up his exhausted mortal lover and carried her out of the study to the living room where he knew that the two troublemakers were.

Thanking the Parcae(3) he had already told James about the one-night stand when he realised he was the James she had called when they were... umm... don't know how to censor that so I'll leave it out. Anyway, they should be able to help him. He thought as he stepped into the room where the two other men crashed out on the couch.

Holding Lily to his chest he carefully lifted a leg and kicked the back of the couch. Tipping the two most likely hungover without the over men off the couch and onto the hardwood floor.

The man with the ugly round glasses somewhat skewed on his face woke first groaning and holding his ribs where the other longer-haired one kicked him still snoring. Rolling his eyes at them Neptune harshly whispered to him to get up.

James blinked up at his sort of clone and glared. He was asleep dammit! He was dreaming of his son and what he would look like. He knew it was a boy because he felt strongly about it, just as he had when he knew Lily was the right girl... woman for him. His feelings were hardly ever wrong. His musings were halted when his bleary hazel eyes landed on his wife's sleeping form in the god's arms.

Yes, James knew he was a god. His ancestor was a god. There was more than one. Their ancestor gods were why Potters are as famous as they are for their luck, both good and bad. It was only logical that he knew when he was in the presence of a god.

It was kind of hard to not know he was a god, I mean you'd have to be a fairly oblivious muggle to not feel the power that rolled off of him in waves and that feeling of being insignificant when in the same room. He thought as he stood on wobbly legs holding one of the recliners' backs to steady himself.

Readjusting his wireframe glasses on his nose, his eyes travelling from his wife to Sirius who was slumped on the floor where the couch tipped. He snorted in amusement before snapping back to Neptune. Or Nathan as he had introduced himself at Tom's bar, The Leaky Cauldron. He felt dumb for not realising it sooner.

"She finally conk out then?" He asked with a yawn. Summoning his wand from its holster and waving it around for the diagnostic spell Lily had insisted he learn in case of emergencies.

His eyes bugged out at a tiny tidbit his wife had left out when they took her to St Mungos. They were having twins...

Nathan nodded silently, readjusting the sleeping Witch in his arms. "Where do I..."

"Just go back the way you came to the third door on the right. I'll be up in a minute. Padfoot's still out and I wanna mess with him a bit." James waved him off as he rubbed his hands together maniacally. Briefly forgetting about the fact they were having twins.

Neptune rolled his eyes, once a Marauder, always a Marauder. He thought. They pray to the Gods enough to aid them in their mischievous endeavours, that they were pretty well known in most pantheons. They had prayed to both himself and Poseidon for permission to use the Marauders as their little group's name, not that they needed to but it was nice to be appreciated.

Those Roman camps feared him too much to give him a proper temple but he didn't mind the little boatshed it was nice-ish it was better than nothing he supposed. Hades of the Greek pantheon was treated worse and feared more.

He carried Lily the rest of the way back up the stairs and followed James' instructions and gently laid her to rest on the feather bed that had most likely been charmed at some point to make it even more comfortable. He pressed a kiss to her brow as he tucked her in letting his hand linger a little longer on her abdomen.

"Night night my little hero," he whispered before leaving to check on the two idiots downstairs.


~•~•~•~


James had charmed the whipped cream Lily had brought from a muggle grocery store as she insisted on doing, blue and sprayed it on Padfoot's hand and used a Rictusempra spell on him causing the dog animagus to slap the stuff on his face.

Sirius groaned, his head was thumping from the fire whiskey he had when they got back. He stayed over quite often at the Potter residence as opposed to the London apartment he and Prongs had bought after they finished school. Pooling together the money they saved from working at the Three Broomsticks.

Lily wanted to move out after some incident or the other, not liking the setting at all. She had claimed it wouldn't have been big enough for a family anyway and Prongs had instantly jumped at moving into the small cottage his family owned in Godric's Hollow.

Sirius blinked the blue cream covering half his face and some ending up in his mouth, he shook his head realising he had just been pranked. But instead of giving the appropriate reaction and complaining Padfoot does as Padfoot would. He licked his hand clean and moaned deliciously.

"Mmm, blueberry... Nice try Prongs but you're gonna need to do better than that." He said from his place on the ground rolling over and morphing into Padfoot mid-roll and the blueberry cream-covered black dog chased the now very awake James Potter around the living room barking as he did.


~•~•~•~


Neptune could hear the racket from the second floor and grumbled when he entered the very messed up war zone-like living room. The two Marauders had turned it into a miniature battlefield throwing childish spells at each other from behind flipped couches. Somehow there were clothes and confetti on the chandelier. He rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. Triton was never this bad. He had forgotten that Ate and Discordia(4) were in both of their lines, well Ate was in both Discordia was in the Potter line.

Then he remembered Lily was sleeping and snapped at them to shut up.

"Keep it down, will you?! Lily's asleep!" He hissed at them and forced them to clean the room. He could have done it but he felt they needed to learn a lesson. He sat himself down on a recliner and waited patiently for them to finish before he could break the news to James.

A few Scourgifies and Reparos later and the room was never better. The duo plopped down on the couch across from Neptune. James eyes the god and sighed he figured he knew what he wanted to say since he probably felt it too. God or no these feelings were strong; it's probably what had been bugging Lily lately too.

"She's having twins. Lord Neptune."

He began respectfully using the god's title as Padfoot gaped his eyes swinging back and forth between the two dramatically nodding rapidly earning eye rolls as James continued.

"I know that one of them is mine and now I know that the other is yours. I swear on my life, My Lord, I will care for both of them as my own, they are twins and will likely share a bond none could break… Likewise, I don't think I'd survive my Lily-flowers wrath were I to do differently." all three men shivered at the thought and absently crossed their legs with a grimace. Women were scary when angry. Even gods feared their wives when angered though probably not enough to stop falling for mortal women...

"I will give everything and more for those unborn children, Lord Neptune. I swear on my magic that if I betray them I will die." Sirius swore seriously, gone was the prankster and born was the serious Black Guardian descendant of Pluto. One of the rare descendants blessed with the Grim, a Hellhound that had been born to protect Ignotus' line. A line bound to Death.

The horseman Death and the Greek God of prophecy created the Deathly Hallows, two of which belonged to the cursed lines of Peverell. Well, the uncharitable familial line's that is.

Ignotus' line was safe from the curse of insanity for welcoming Death with open arms and passing his Cloak onto his son.

Cadmus' line wasn't so lucky and is still punished for his desire to see his wife beyond the grave; the curse lingers in the blood of those unlucky enough to accept the ring cursed with loveless lives, a lesson on yearning.

Antioch had no line. The power-hungry are those to which the Elder wand brings an early death unless, of course, the wielder tells no one of its existence and is cunning enough to delay Death.

The first Grim was a son of Pluto who had been brought before the Horseman and Apollo of the Greek Pantheon as a cub having been the product of Pluto and Hekate's familiar Hecuba the she-dog and former queen of Troy who had jumped into the sea after the fall of Troy and was transformed by Hekate into the large black bear sized dog.

The two beings of Death gifted the beast with the ability to turn into a human if he and his line continued to protect the line of Ignotus Peverell. The beast-turned man agreed and befriended Ignotus' first son and fought side by side with him till his death like the loyal beast he first was. His son was the first of the Noir line and the gift of the Grim had been passed on to those few who chose to protect the Peverells born to Ignotus' line now Potter. A Black has always been beside a Potter when they were needed most.

Neptune recalled the tale born of his brother's line and informed the two mortal legacies of this who now knew the reason for their close kinship.

"I always knew you were a loyal mutt Pads,'' James joked at his blood ritual-born brother's expense.

"Oh shove off Prongs, I said I'd protect them till my dying breath and I meant it. They aren't even born yet and we're swearing oaths..."

"What oaths might those be, Sirius?" A feminine voice called from the doorway. All three males winced as Lily stood there with her arms folded over her belly. She was very much awake and demanding answers with the glare she sent their way.

"Lily-flower..."

"Don't you Lily-flower me, James Fleamont Potter! I want to know what it is you three mutton heads are swearing oaths about and I want to know now. Am I clear?" She demanded with narrowed eyes as she waddled into the room plopping herself down on one of the dining table chairs for easy manoeuvrability in her pregnant state.

Their eyes were wide and they swallowed thickly, nodding their heads rapidly as she twirled her wand in her fingers covering their crown jewels. James was the first to explain his knowledge of the twins and Neptune added in his two cents about the Grim while Padfoot told her of his oath he swore to protect the unborn Potter or demigod children. Reminding Lily of her completely misunderstood one nightstand and she begged James for forgiveness.

"Lils calm down your gonna wake James Jr, look I'm not mad. I could never be mad at you, besides…"

"You were inebriated at the time. We just got married, a lot was going on, I don't blame you for a second. I'm sure anyone could make the same mistake." He said as he brought the teary-eyed very emotional Lily in for a hug.

She snuggled into him, sighing in contentment. Then his starting sentence hit her and she pulled away to glare at her husband.

"We are Not calling our child James Jr. How do you even know it's a boy? They could be girls for all you know. And really inebriated? I was not that drunk!" She snapped at him and he ruffled his hair sheepishly.

"Mmhm, sure you weren't," he nodded with a raised eyebrow causing Lily's face to go a deep shade of red that clashed with her hair. "Alright no James junior then. I just know it's how I knew you were the one for me. I bet you five Galleons ol' Nathan the god has the same feeling." he whispered in her ear conspiringly.

She rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully "Ugh you're incorrigible, " she said before whispering back "Add another five galleons on that, I bet he won't say what he knows..." They exchanged a glance and James pulled her onto his lap as he sat back down.

"So, Nathan huh?" She questions the equally sheepish god with a raised eyebrow.

That started a whole new conversation on why gods pick mortal names when in a relationship. Though Zeus, Ares, Mars, and Jupiter are too prideful and Aphrodite is much the same. Preferring their Given names over second-hand mortal ones.


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A month later, on July 31st two of the three males were in the Hogwarts infirmary. James winced in pain as his wife squeezed his hand in a vice grip when he tried to comfort her, Sirius was pacing by the entrance not trying to get any closer. Lily was screaming profanities that would make a sailor blush while birthing two healthy beautiful babes. The firstborn was a boy they had all agreed would be named Harry James, and the second born Neptune said would be called Hæli Lilium, indicating the child would be a girl.

The Potters went into hiding with Peter as their secret keeper. Remus was believed to be the traitor and Sirius was used as a decoy. None of them knew that Peter held a dark mark on his left arm or that Remus would never do anything to harm the only friends he had. Albus cast the Fidelius charm with full knowledge of who the secret keeper was, unknowingly being the key to the Potters' demise.

On October 31st, more commonly known as Hallowe'en, in the year 1981, the Dark Lord Voldemort was given a piece of paper with the address to the Potter residence located in the wizard community of Godric's Hollow.

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named murdered the man known as James Potter who gave his best to save his family and his wife who pled for her babies' lives thrice over defying the Dark Lord three times to activate a ritual that would hopefully protect her babies as the green light hit her chest. The Dark Lord Voldemort then turned his wand on the infants hissing out the incantation to the curse known to wizards as the Unforgivable Killing Curse.

"AVADA KEDAVRA DUO!" He hissed and the green light burst out of his wand tip and split in two as it headed for its twin targets. Just as they were about to reach the bawling children who had just witnessed the death of their mother they crashed into a glowing red barrier rebounding tenfold on their caster. The last words to leave his mouth were "impossible" before his wraith fled the scene leaving behind his cloak and wand.

Sirius went after Peter forgetting about his oath to protect the twins but not betraying them so he lives to suffer in the Earthbound Hell known as Azkaban.

Neptune had raged for months after Lily's death believing his daughter and honorary half-son to be dead, he dared not to go into Hades to be sure. Only they were hidden behind wards of great power not of love but of blood magic cast upon the house they lived in. Hiding them from the eye of Fates.


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Authors Notes:

(1) Heteropaternal twins are twins with different fathers. Heteropaternal superfecundation occurs when twins are conceived from eggs released during the same ovulation. Although rare, a woman can release multiple eggs during a single menstrual cycle.

(2) Neptune is the more severe Roman counterpart to Poseidon of the Greek pantheon(if we're going off Pjo, but most info is from Theoi)

(3) The Parcae is literally the Roman Fates.

Moira, Moirai

Roman Name

Fatum, Fatae, Parcae

Translation

Fates

THE MOIRAI (Moirae) were the three goddesses of fate who personified the inescapable destiny of man. They assigned to every person his or her fate or share in the scheme of things. Their name means "Parts." "Shares" or "Alottted Portions." The individuals were Klotho (Clotho), the "the Spinner," who spun the thread of life, Lakhesis (Lachesis), "the Apportioner of Lots", who measured it, and Atropos (or Aisa), "She who cannot be turned," who cut it short. Zeus Moiragetes, the god of fate, was their leader.

(4) Ate and Discordia

Discordia is the roman version of Eris goddess of strife, discord, contention and rivalry.
Ate was the personified spirit (daimona) of delusion, infatuation, blind folly, rash action and reckless impulse who led men down the path of ruin. Her power was countered by theLitai (Litae)(Prayers) which followed in her wake.
Ate is the elder daughter of Zeus, the accursed who deludes all; her feet are delicate and they step not on the firm earth, but she walks the air above men's heads and leads them astray.