Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story and
I'm not making a profit from this, so don't sue me. May contain vague
references to Greek mythology, Anne Bishop, and Anita Blake.
Author's Random Ramblings: I had some extra time so I decided to post this chapter now. Ahhh, how I love the first week of the semester. No teachers on your back, no tests, new classes to slack in, lol. Oh, if any of you still haven't seen The Return of the King, I'd recommend seeing it. It's a wonderful movie, and let's face it, the Harry Potter movies really weren't that great. After seeing the trailer for PoA, I think I'll be hiding under my bed, whimpering when THAT particular nightmare comes out. What's with Draco's new look? Why do the dementors have skeletal hands? What's up with the chorus holding toads? Wails pitifully* Chris Columbus was a better director than this idiot they have directing now, and that's saying a lot.
Chapter 4
Artemis opened her eyes and smiled as Apollo kissed her gently on the lips. Artemis ran her fingers through his thick mane of golden curls. "It has been a long time," said Artemis bitterly, "Why have you come?"
"I love you Artemis," whispered Apollo intimately, "I loved you more than I have ever loved any of the others."
"That's not the reason you are here though," said Artemis, "There is something you want, what is it?"
Apollo sighed, "Look around you. We are back on Mount Olympus. We could be truly happy again, like we were once. If you would only let go and follow your heart."
"The last time we did that, half the Olympians got killed. Don't play games, Apollo, what's up?"
"I've identified my Heir," said Apollo finally after a long moment of silence. Artemis raised one eyebrow with amusement.
"About time, although I can't say I'm surprised knowing how promiscuous you are. Do you even know how many descendents you have?" asked Artemis with a smile, "So, who is it?"
"It's Harry Potter," whispered Apollo, "Harry Potter is the other God Slayer."
Artemis was silent for a moment, finally she asked in a small voice, "Are you sure?"
Apollo's laugh was just a little hysterical, "The prophecy, the scar, the fact that he has escaped death so many times, of course I'm sure!"
"Sibyl has very little divination power, she could have made a mistake," pointed out Artemis reasonably.
"I am the High Priest of the Fates!" said Apollo coldly; "I think I'd be able to tell a real prophecy from a fake one!"
"But the boy possesses none of your divination powers!" exclaimed Artemis, "How can he be the Heir of the High Priest of the Fates?"
"He has some divination talent," said Apollo defensively, "Only enough to get a hunch now and again, but he has some! Besides, he wields another power, Hades found out that Harry is a necromancer."
Artemis leaned back against the pillows, "Maybe new talents are now needed to destroy Zeus in this form. Voldemort took steps to prevent a natural death. Zeus never did because he didn't think anyone would ever be foolish enough to try to kill him. Harry's necromancy might not be a bad thing."
"I took the Dark Arts job at Hogwarts," said Apollo, "It'll get me closer to Harry. Close enough to find out his true powers for myself."
"Apollo, just because Harry can't control the Fates does not mean he cannot defeat Voldemort," reasoned Artemis, "There are some things that even the Fates cannot control. We are no longer the Gold Slayers and can do nothing to change the situation but to guide our respective Heirs."
"I know that, Artemis," replied Apollo, "I also contacted Dumbledore and told him what I know. I cannot teach Harry necromancy, but maybe Dumbledore will convince Hades to do so."
"I wouldn't bet on it. These days, I just don't think Hades cares anymore what happens to the Olympic line. He would never agree to teach Harry."
Apollo sighed, "I know, Artemis. The time of the Olympians is over. I fear that what few of us are left will not be around to guide the next God Slayers to Their destinies."
"It is a risk we all took when we left the haven of Olympus," replied Artemis sadly, "I do not fear death anymore. I fear only life, as it has been this past millennium. It is all I can do to drink the ambrosia that keeps us alive past our time. I go on, but the flame that made life worth living has burned out and the days seem but like a long nightmare of which I cannot perceive the end. No, it is not death I fear, but life."
Apollo's face filled with gentle regret as he stared into his sister's eyes, "Wind to thy wings, my sister. This shall not be the last time our paths cross."
The world disappeared in a swirl of color and Artemis woke, shaking, in her bed at the inn. Slipping on a robe, Artemis stepped out onto the balcony. A tear fell silently down her cheek, burying her head in her hands; Artemis cried for that which she could not save.
***
Voldemort stared broodingly into the dark liquid in the wine glass. Raising it to his mouth, he drank it down in one gulp.
The man across from him smiled, flashing fangs, "It gets cold so quickly, does it not, my Lord?"
"Sadly, yes," sighed Voldemort as he turned his brooding red eyes to his companion, "You should try some blood wine sometimes. The taste is just as good if not as strong, Lord Liam."
"I am a Vampire," replied Liam, "I prefer my blood fresh from the open vein of a dying victim."
"Yes, that was always your way, wasn't it?" asked Voldemort with a humorless smile that looked more like a leer on his pale, snake like face, "That is how you earned your namesake, Morte d'Amour, the Lover of Death. Join with me and I can provide you and your people with fresh victims every night. Together, we shall be unstoppable!"
"And how do I know that you shall keep up your end of the bargain?" asked Liam cautiously, "Fifteen years ago, the Vampires were caught off guard by your sudden demise. Many of us were hunted down by Aurors and killed. I cannot risk another blood bath like that again."
"And you shall not have to, Lord Liam," hissed Voldemort angrily, "Even now, my Death Eaters search for the last of the Olympians. We shall find them and through their Philosopher's Stone, immortality shall be ours."
"Your offer of immortality does not tempt me," said Liam coldly, "I have wandered this earth since before the time of the Olympians. In Egypt, five thousand years ago, I was born and now I am the Master of the Vampire Council, the Lord of all Vampires. I do not fear death."
"What do you want then, Liam?" asked Voldemort, his red eyes shining brightly, "If it is in my power, I shall grant it."
"I want my own land to rule, a country," said Liam, "As Master of the Vampire Council, I hold sway over all Vampires. I would rule over my own lands. Give me France, Voldemort, and I shall be content."
"Give me the strength of the legendary Vampires and you shall have France when the war is over."
"We have a deal then?" asked Liam cautiously.
"Yes, Lord Liam, we have a deal," answered Voldemort, a self satisfied smile playing on his snakelike face.
***
Apollo sighed with disgust as he surveyed the dingy shack in which his uncle Hades was now living. Cold, morning light shone into the small room from the only window above the bed. Here and there, books were carelessly strewn on the floor and in stacks on the small bookshelf. A small wood stove in the corner was used for cooking as well as warmth. A dark, cherry wood desk was placed opposite the bed.
"Will you not go with me to Scotland, uncle?" pleaded Apollo, "There is nothing for you here and you could start over. Get a teaching job at Hogwarts like I did, perhaps."
"If there is nothing for me here, then there's nothing at all, nephew," answered Hades tiredly, "This is my life now."
"But it doesn't have to be!" protested Apollo hotly, "You have wealth beyond counting and can live in the finest of palaces! Why do you still linger in this shack of yours on the outskirts of Paris?"
"Because I am at peace here," explained Hades, "Look at this cottage, no one even knows it exists! Here I can rest and be at peace with the world. I am happy here, Apollo. Besides, of all the Olympians, only four of us are left now. We would make a pretty target if we all showed up in Scotland all at once."
"What of the boy, Harry?" asked Apollo, "Will you not teach him like I have asked?"
"I have no quarrel with the Heir of Zeus, is not my blood he is after," said Hades cautiously, "I shall not begin one by aiding your Heir."
"I fear Voldemort shall not let you remain neutral," said Apollo sadly, "This is a war where no one can be neutral."
"Zeus and I were brothers, equal in strength," replied Hades haughtily, "If he could not make me take sides, then I highly doubt his Heir can."
Hades turned away from Apollo and sat down at his desk, "Leave me Apollo, go where you will, but leave me to my path."
The door closed silently and Hades was suddenly alone. Had he made the right choice? For once, Hades did not know. But he hoped to the gods that he did. His fate and the fate of the entire wizarding world might have been riding on that one decision.
***
"Parry, parry thrust!" instructed Draco scrupulously as he and Harry fenced, "Now, if I thrust upward, how do you parry?" Draco moved fast, blade flashing in the early morning sunlight that flowed through the window. Harry danced back in surprise and fell against the wall, caught off balance by Draco's attack. Draco frowned.
"If this had been a real duel, you would be dead!" scolded Draco gently, "Now come on, get up!"
Harry groaned, "Can't we take a little break? We've been going at it for hours." Draco smiled and lifted an eyebrow in amusement.
"Tired?" asked Draco, "I guess we can take a little break." Draco dropped to the floor beside Harry and took out two bottles of butter beer.
"You know, you're kind of nice sometimes," remarked Harry as he took a bottle from Draco's hand, "I never thought I'd say it but you're not a bad kid."
"Same here," replied Draco lightly, "It's funny, I've hated you since that first day when you turned my friendship down. I was embarrassed and angry that you made me look bad in front of all those people. When I was made a prefect, I wanted revenge and in a way, I did get my revenge on you, but it didn't feel good at all."
"It didn't?" asked Harry bitterly, "How so? You know, sometimes, I think that if it were me, I would have enjoyed it more than anything in the world to see you suffer." Draco smiled, "I know, I thought that too. Frankly, I was surprised you weren't made a prefect last year but I guess that's changed. I guess getting you in trouble didn't feel good because, in the end, what was the point of it all? Revenge just wasn't fun anymore, and you just acted like you didn't care at all what I did. That, more than anything else, ruined it for me."
"I did care," answered Harry wonderingly, "I cared more than you could ever guess, I just didn't show it, that's all. I hate to say this, but if you weren't there, being a total ass, Hogwarts would have been different somehow; I would have missed you in my own way. Rivalry is a funny thing, isn't it?"
Draco took a long sip of butter beer, "You could say that. You know, you were the only real mystery, ever. Everyone else, all the Slytherins and Gryffindors and the rest, I understood them all. Now you, I just don't get. I guess it's because we're so much alike."
"I could say the same for you," replied Harry with a smile, "I thought I had you all figured out by the end of first year and now I find you are this whole new person. Are you ever going to tell me about who you really are and what the hell is going on between you and Dumbledore? He didn't invite you here just because of me, I'm sure."
"You know I'm not going to tell you even if I, myself, knew," replied Draco, "Hey Harry, you know about that trip to Diagon Alley tomorrow? Could you meet me at Madam Malkin's around noon? I've got something to show you."
Harry frowned but nodded, "Sure. You know, we should try and do this a bit after school starts. I know we'll both be busy but it can be so relaxing just hang out like this. It's actually fun to be around you when you're not being a pain in the ass."
Draco stared at him in surprise, "You aren't scared what people would think? Harry Potter and his archenemy, Draco Malfoy, hanging out together?"
Harry smiled, "Well put it that way, I guess I am afraid of what people would think but I meant we could be friends in secret instead of enemies. You'll always be my rival Draco. You're the only one I actually strive to be better than and you know it, but even rivals can be friends."
Draco smiled suddenly, "Agreed then."
***
"Hey Harry," asked Ginny curiously, "Is Dumbledore going to let you go to Diagon Alley with us?"
Harry smiled, "From my understanding, yes, I'm allowed to go." "I still don't think you should," remarked Hermione disapprovingly, "It might be dangerous you know."
Ron sighed with exasperation, "Hermione, we're only going to Diagon Alley, what could possible happen?"
"Hey you guys, stop arguing!" said Harry before Hermione could retort, "I'll be fine Hermione."
"I hope Malfoy isn't coming," said Ginny darkly, "Although it would be just like him, to ruin the trip."
"Hey, Dr-, I mean Malfoy isn't all that bad, he's actually quite nice after you get to know him!" said Harry defensively, "If you spent any of the last two weeks with him, you would know!"
Ron stared at him in disbelief, "Don't tell me you've been spending all that time you were gone with Malfoy? What the hell's going on anyways, Harry?"
"So what if I have?" asked Harry defiantly, "It's not like it's any of your freaking business anyways!"
"Harry, are you mad?" asked Ron furiously, "This is Malfoy we're talking about! Malfoy who has done nothing but made our lives miserable for the past five years! Why the hell are you hanging out with him? Sometimes, I just don't understand you at all!" Harry turned away and stared broodingly out the window, "Sometimes, I don't understand myself."
***
End
P.S. Yeah, I know this chapter is REALLY short. So sorry about that. ^_^() This is an inbetween chapter that sets the scene for what's coming up in the next three chapters at least. Um, what to say, It might take me awhile to post next week. I'm working on getting more chapters typed before I post again so I wont be on such a tight schedule anymore. Next chapter, Harry gets a new wardrobe, Things happen, and Apollo shows up big time.
P.P.S. Thanks to Kiocci, RikuNghts, Maxell's-Demon and Argona Taranis for reviewing, I tried to take your suggestions into hand typing this one up. Hope you enjoy the results!
Author's Random Ramblings: I had some extra time so I decided to post this chapter now. Ahhh, how I love the first week of the semester. No teachers on your back, no tests, new classes to slack in, lol. Oh, if any of you still haven't seen The Return of the King, I'd recommend seeing it. It's a wonderful movie, and let's face it, the Harry Potter movies really weren't that great. After seeing the trailer for PoA, I think I'll be hiding under my bed, whimpering when THAT particular nightmare comes out. What's with Draco's new look? Why do the dementors have skeletal hands? What's up with the chorus holding toads? Wails pitifully* Chris Columbus was a better director than this idiot they have directing now, and that's saying a lot.
Chapter 4
Artemis opened her eyes and smiled as Apollo kissed her gently on the lips. Artemis ran her fingers through his thick mane of golden curls. "It has been a long time," said Artemis bitterly, "Why have you come?"
"I love you Artemis," whispered Apollo intimately, "I loved you more than I have ever loved any of the others."
"That's not the reason you are here though," said Artemis, "There is something you want, what is it?"
Apollo sighed, "Look around you. We are back on Mount Olympus. We could be truly happy again, like we were once. If you would only let go and follow your heart."
"The last time we did that, half the Olympians got killed. Don't play games, Apollo, what's up?"
"I've identified my Heir," said Apollo finally after a long moment of silence. Artemis raised one eyebrow with amusement.
"About time, although I can't say I'm surprised knowing how promiscuous you are. Do you even know how many descendents you have?" asked Artemis with a smile, "So, who is it?"
"It's Harry Potter," whispered Apollo, "Harry Potter is the other God Slayer."
Artemis was silent for a moment, finally she asked in a small voice, "Are you sure?"
Apollo's laugh was just a little hysterical, "The prophecy, the scar, the fact that he has escaped death so many times, of course I'm sure!"
"Sibyl has very little divination power, she could have made a mistake," pointed out Artemis reasonably.
"I am the High Priest of the Fates!" said Apollo coldly; "I think I'd be able to tell a real prophecy from a fake one!"
"But the boy possesses none of your divination powers!" exclaimed Artemis, "How can he be the Heir of the High Priest of the Fates?"
"He has some divination talent," said Apollo defensively, "Only enough to get a hunch now and again, but he has some! Besides, he wields another power, Hades found out that Harry is a necromancer."
Artemis leaned back against the pillows, "Maybe new talents are now needed to destroy Zeus in this form. Voldemort took steps to prevent a natural death. Zeus never did because he didn't think anyone would ever be foolish enough to try to kill him. Harry's necromancy might not be a bad thing."
"I took the Dark Arts job at Hogwarts," said Apollo, "It'll get me closer to Harry. Close enough to find out his true powers for myself."
"Apollo, just because Harry can't control the Fates does not mean he cannot defeat Voldemort," reasoned Artemis, "There are some things that even the Fates cannot control. We are no longer the Gold Slayers and can do nothing to change the situation but to guide our respective Heirs."
"I know that, Artemis," replied Apollo, "I also contacted Dumbledore and told him what I know. I cannot teach Harry necromancy, but maybe Dumbledore will convince Hades to do so."
"I wouldn't bet on it. These days, I just don't think Hades cares anymore what happens to the Olympic line. He would never agree to teach Harry."
Apollo sighed, "I know, Artemis. The time of the Olympians is over. I fear that what few of us are left will not be around to guide the next God Slayers to Their destinies."
"It is a risk we all took when we left the haven of Olympus," replied Artemis sadly, "I do not fear death anymore. I fear only life, as it has been this past millennium. It is all I can do to drink the ambrosia that keeps us alive past our time. I go on, but the flame that made life worth living has burned out and the days seem but like a long nightmare of which I cannot perceive the end. No, it is not death I fear, but life."
Apollo's face filled with gentle regret as he stared into his sister's eyes, "Wind to thy wings, my sister. This shall not be the last time our paths cross."
The world disappeared in a swirl of color and Artemis woke, shaking, in her bed at the inn. Slipping on a robe, Artemis stepped out onto the balcony. A tear fell silently down her cheek, burying her head in her hands; Artemis cried for that which she could not save.
***
Voldemort stared broodingly into the dark liquid in the wine glass. Raising it to his mouth, he drank it down in one gulp.
The man across from him smiled, flashing fangs, "It gets cold so quickly, does it not, my Lord?"
"Sadly, yes," sighed Voldemort as he turned his brooding red eyes to his companion, "You should try some blood wine sometimes. The taste is just as good if not as strong, Lord Liam."
"I am a Vampire," replied Liam, "I prefer my blood fresh from the open vein of a dying victim."
"Yes, that was always your way, wasn't it?" asked Voldemort with a humorless smile that looked more like a leer on his pale, snake like face, "That is how you earned your namesake, Morte d'Amour, the Lover of Death. Join with me and I can provide you and your people with fresh victims every night. Together, we shall be unstoppable!"
"And how do I know that you shall keep up your end of the bargain?" asked Liam cautiously, "Fifteen years ago, the Vampires were caught off guard by your sudden demise. Many of us were hunted down by Aurors and killed. I cannot risk another blood bath like that again."
"And you shall not have to, Lord Liam," hissed Voldemort angrily, "Even now, my Death Eaters search for the last of the Olympians. We shall find them and through their Philosopher's Stone, immortality shall be ours."
"Your offer of immortality does not tempt me," said Liam coldly, "I have wandered this earth since before the time of the Olympians. In Egypt, five thousand years ago, I was born and now I am the Master of the Vampire Council, the Lord of all Vampires. I do not fear death."
"What do you want then, Liam?" asked Voldemort, his red eyes shining brightly, "If it is in my power, I shall grant it."
"I want my own land to rule, a country," said Liam, "As Master of the Vampire Council, I hold sway over all Vampires. I would rule over my own lands. Give me France, Voldemort, and I shall be content."
"Give me the strength of the legendary Vampires and you shall have France when the war is over."
"We have a deal then?" asked Liam cautiously.
"Yes, Lord Liam, we have a deal," answered Voldemort, a self satisfied smile playing on his snakelike face.
***
Apollo sighed with disgust as he surveyed the dingy shack in which his uncle Hades was now living. Cold, morning light shone into the small room from the only window above the bed. Here and there, books were carelessly strewn on the floor and in stacks on the small bookshelf. A small wood stove in the corner was used for cooking as well as warmth. A dark, cherry wood desk was placed opposite the bed.
"Will you not go with me to Scotland, uncle?" pleaded Apollo, "There is nothing for you here and you could start over. Get a teaching job at Hogwarts like I did, perhaps."
"If there is nothing for me here, then there's nothing at all, nephew," answered Hades tiredly, "This is my life now."
"But it doesn't have to be!" protested Apollo hotly, "You have wealth beyond counting and can live in the finest of palaces! Why do you still linger in this shack of yours on the outskirts of Paris?"
"Because I am at peace here," explained Hades, "Look at this cottage, no one even knows it exists! Here I can rest and be at peace with the world. I am happy here, Apollo. Besides, of all the Olympians, only four of us are left now. We would make a pretty target if we all showed up in Scotland all at once."
"What of the boy, Harry?" asked Apollo, "Will you not teach him like I have asked?"
"I have no quarrel with the Heir of Zeus, is not my blood he is after," said Hades cautiously, "I shall not begin one by aiding your Heir."
"I fear Voldemort shall not let you remain neutral," said Apollo sadly, "This is a war where no one can be neutral."
"Zeus and I were brothers, equal in strength," replied Hades haughtily, "If he could not make me take sides, then I highly doubt his Heir can."
Hades turned away from Apollo and sat down at his desk, "Leave me Apollo, go where you will, but leave me to my path."
The door closed silently and Hades was suddenly alone. Had he made the right choice? For once, Hades did not know. But he hoped to the gods that he did. His fate and the fate of the entire wizarding world might have been riding on that one decision.
***
"Parry, parry thrust!" instructed Draco scrupulously as he and Harry fenced, "Now, if I thrust upward, how do you parry?" Draco moved fast, blade flashing in the early morning sunlight that flowed through the window. Harry danced back in surprise and fell against the wall, caught off balance by Draco's attack. Draco frowned.
"If this had been a real duel, you would be dead!" scolded Draco gently, "Now come on, get up!"
Harry groaned, "Can't we take a little break? We've been going at it for hours." Draco smiled and lifted an eyebrow in amusement.
"Tired?" asked Draco, "I guess we can take a little break." Draco dropped to the floor beside Harry and took out two bottles of butter beer.
"You know, you're kind of nice sometimes," remarked Harry as he took a bottle from Draco's hand, "I never thought I'd say it but you're not a bad kid."
"Same here," replied Draco lightly, "It's funny, I've hated you since that first day when you turned my friendship down. I was embarrassed and angry that you made me look bad in front of all those people. When I was made a prefect, I wanted revenge and in a way, I did get my revenge on you, but it didn't feel good at all."
"It didn't?" asked Harry bitterly, "How so? You know, sometimes, I think that if it were me, I would have enjoyed it more than anything in the world to see you suffer." Draco smiled, "I know, I thought that too. Frankly, I was surprised you weren't made a prefect last year but I guess that's changed. I guess getting you in trouble didn't feel good because, in the end, what was the point of it all? Revenge just wasn't fun anymore, and you just acted like you didn't care at all what I did. That, more than anything else, ruined it for me."
"I did care," answered Harry wonderingly, "I cared more than you could ever guess, I just didn't show it, that's all. I hate to say this, but if you weren't there, being a total ass, Hogwarts would have been different somehow; I would have missed you in my own way. Rivalry is a funny thing, isn't it?"
Draco took a long sip of butter beer, "You could say that. You know, you were the only real mystery, ever. Everyone else, all the Slytherins and Gryffindors and the rest, I understood them all. Now you, I just don't get. I guess it's because we're so much alike."
"I could say the same for you," replied Harry with a smile, "I thought I had you all figured out by the end of first year and now I find you are this whole new person. Are you ever going to tell me about who you really are and what the hell is going on between you and Dumbledore? He didn't invite you here just because of me, I'm sure."
"You know I'm not going to tell you even if I, myself, knew," replied Draco, "Hey Harry, you know about that trip to Diagon Alley tomorrow? Could you meet me at Madam Malkin's around noon? I've got something to show you."
Harry frowned but nodded, "Sure. You know, we should try and do this a bit after school starts. I know we'll both be busy but it can be so relaxing just hang out like this. It's actually fun to be around you when you're not being a pain in the ass."
Draco stared at him in surprise, "You aren't scared what people would think? Harry Potter and his archenemy, Draco Malfoy, hanging out together?"
Harry smiled, "Well put it that way, I guess I am afraid of what people would think but I meant we could be friends in secret instead of enemies. You'll always be my rival Draco. You're the only one I actually strive to be better than and you know it, but even rivals can be friends."
Draco smiled suddenly, "Agreed then."
***
"Hey Harry," asked Ginny curiously, "Is Dumbledore going to let you go to Diagon Alley with us?"
Harry smiled, "From my understanding, yes, I'm allowed to go." "I still don't think you should," remarked Hermione disapprovingly, "It might be dangerous you know."
Ron sighed with exasperation, "Hermione, we're only going to Diagon Alley, what could possible happen?"
"Hey you guys, stop arguing!" said Harry before Hermione could retort, "I'll be fine Hermione."
"I hope Malfoy isn't coming," said Ginny darkly, "Although it would be just like him, to ruin the trip."
"Hey, Dr-, I mean Malfoy isn't all that bad, he's actually quite nice after you get to know him!" said Harry defensively, "If you spent any of the last two weeks with him, you would know!"
Ron stared at him in disbelief, "Don't tell me you've been spending all that time you were gone with Malfoy? What the hell's going on anyways, Harry?"
"So what if I have?" asked Harry defiantly, "It's not like it's any of your freaking business anyways!"
"Harry, are you mad?" asked Ron furiously, "This is Malfoy we're talking about! Malfoy who has done nothing but made our lives miserable for the past five years! Why the hell are you hanging out with him? Sometimes, I just don't understand you at all!" Harry turned away and stared broodingly out the window, "Sometimes, I don't understand myself."
***
End
P.S. Yeah, I know this chapter is REALLY short. So sorry about that. ^_^() This is an inbetween chapter that sets the scene for what's coming up in the next three chapters at least. Um, what to say, It might take me awhile to post next week. I'm working on getting more chapters typed before I post again so I wont be on such a tight schedule anymore. Next chapter, Harry gets a new wardrobe, Things happen, and Apollo shows up big time.
P.P.S. Thanks to Kiocci, RikuNghts, Maxell's-Demon and Argona Taranis for reviewing, I tried to take your suggestions into hand typing this one up. Hope you enjoy the results!