To Catch A Fallen Star

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Key Pairing: Harmony; Perlia

Other Pairings: To Be Determined

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'Mental Speech'

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However, this time, while he was awake for it, he also remembered Hermione's words and, this time, at least, her attention was focused on him.

So, recalling her advice, Harry actually shut his eyes and, taking a deep breath, he let it in…

Chapter 2: Hermione's Secret (And Harry's!)

"Here we go again."

"Only if you want to," said Hermione, earning a confused look from Harry as he walked out of the Hospital Wing, alongside his best friend. "I know it doesn't make sense to you yet, Harry, but, this time around, we're going to do anything but what the old man wants us to do. And, if all goes according to my hopes, you'll not only be free of the Muggles, but you'll also have Sirius and be free to be…well…you."

"What do you…agh!"

Before Harry could finish asking, he found Hermione steadying him as another headache, accompanied by the tingling sensation in his heart, returned in force, turning his vision foggy and distorted before he fell into the darkness, letting in the feelings as Hermione had advised.

Though not before he caught a flash of Hermione's wand being held out around them as she helped steady his descent into the unknown…

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Another Time, Another Place

Harry saw white walls, as well as large, stony chairs and strange symbols decorating the space around him, while he was also dimly-aware of how much smaller he felt, as in shorter, while he also felt someone holding him back from making a move.

Just in front of him, Harry saw two shadowy figures, one of whom seemed to be holding a rippling, crackling blue light, while the other was barely on their knees, hunched over in a pool of golden-coloured liquid as they looked up at the first figure.

"No!" cried Harry, before the figure restraining him held him back again, while Harry's strangely-childish voice exclaimed, "Papa! No! Get up, Papa! He can't beat you! He won't!"

"SILENCE!" Thundered the figure holding the blue-lit object, the power in their voice causing the whole chamber to tremble, while, as Harry looked to the figure, he felt raw hatred burning in his heart as he saw a sickeningly-cocky, if not brash smile crossing their face as the figure went on. "You think you can have the power that is not even worthy of an abomination, such as you? Like your Papa, I promise you this much, boy! You will NEVER defeat me; the only reason I don't exile you or do to you what I did to the bug is because of the pact your Papa has sworn to me. Now, sit quietly, before I do to you what I did to your Grandpapa, and make your Father watch!"

"Look away, child," argued a second voice, this one coming from the figure in the golden liquid, or Harry's Papa, as he guessed they were. "It's going to be all right, young one. Go with your Mama; be a good boy…grow big, be safe, be strong and always know that you are loved…"

"Aww, how touching!" sneered the first, raising the light in his hand.

As he did so, Harry's eyes widened when, through the haze that followed, he managed to make out the shape of the object in the first figure's hand.

A lightning bolt!

"Goodbye, my love…"

"PAPA!"

The bolt came down…

Harry heard a scream, as well as proud, bellowing laughter before the light turned on him, flooding his vision completely…

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Hogwarts, Present

"NO!"

"Harry, it's all right," Hermione assured him, holding him close as Harry struggled against her embrace, though he didn't stop crying out to the emptiness around them as he wrestled for freedom, if not the right to breathe against his fears and terrors.

"He…he didn't do anything!" cried Harry, his green eyes now filled with tears as he wept, "He was innocent! All he wanted to do…all he cared about doing was…was loving me…loving us…why? Why would he…why?"

"Because he was weak," said Hermione, earning a start from Harry at the vile edge that laced her words, while Hermione also managed to break Harry out of his terror-induced trance as she continued, "Not your Papa, Harry; the man…the mongrel who struck him down, all because he sought the very thing that most feckless beings crave more than gold and life…power!"

"So…but…he…you…"

"Breathe," said Hermione, rubbing circles into Harry's back as she hugged him again, earning a few deep, shuddering breaths from Harry, while Hermione continued, "Your memories are starting to resurface in a much stronger way than I thought; soon, you'll know everything you want to know and then…well…to be honest, what happens next is completely up to you, my Harry."

"How…how do you know…what I…I'm seeing?" asked Harry, earning a soft, shushing whisper from Hermione as she put a finger to his lips.

"Let's deal with the more-Sirius problem for the time being, Harry…once we have, I promise: I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Even though he was dazed, confused and more than a little suspicious of what she meant, Harry nodded as he took Hermione's hand and let her guide him through the school towards their next objective.

After all, she'd trusted him with a secret she'd kept all year long.

What was five more minutes compared to the idea that he couldn't trust her to keep her word?

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Harry didn't say it aloud, but not only watching, but also hearing Hermione's fist collide with Malfoy's face a second time was even more satisfying than it had been watching it happen up close and personal.

He even smiled and, without meaning to, he took her hand, snaking his arm around her as he muttered, "Nice punch."

"The alternative was ending his line for good," drawled Hermione, earning a snort of amusement from Harry as the two of them watched while Malfoy ran away from their past selves. When the blond and his bookends passed Present-Harry and Hermione without looking in their direction, however, Harry frowned before he looked to Hermione, who winked before she drew her wand and tapped it once on the stone wall behind them.

"Chameleon Enchantment; sort of like the ancient, and more-powerful version of the modern-day Disillusionment Charm. It makes anyone except the two of us see, hear and even feel nothing, but whatever surface we seem to be standing in front of at the time. Meanwhile, you and I can move about freely, unhindered by the risks of being caught being in two places at once, at least until I lift the enchantment."

"Wow," said Harry, once again marvelling at the skill of his best friend, while he laughed softly as he asked, "Is that also how you stayed unseen for the whole year jumping backwards and forwards through time, Mia?"

As Hermione blushed at the nickname, Harry chuckled softly before he stepped past her, checking to make sure whether or not their past selves had moved on just yet; when they saw that they had done so, Harry took Hermione's hand and led her towards the Stone Circle. Down below, Harry saw Past-Him, as well as his friends, making their way towards Hagrid's hut, though not before walking past a familiar feathery figure.

"Buckbeak," said Harry.

"Bastard!" growled Hermione suddenly, earning a surprised look from Harry, before she explained, "Sorry, Harry: it's just…I think I finally understand why the old fossil waited until this moment to allow me to clue you in on the Time Turner. After all the things you've had to deal with this year, it's now, when a Hippogriff is available, that we can use Time to our advantage? And, although you don't remember it thanks to your flashback episode, he also indicated…actually, he pretty much crowed about Sirius being found in the North Tower when he mentioned about two lives being saved."

"You're saying he wants us to save Buckbeak so Sirius goes on the run?" asked Harry, earning a nod from Hermione before, to her slight delight and wonder, Harry's eyes burned with fire as he snarled, "No! I won't let that happen: if I have a second chance to get what I want for once, I am taking it. Nobody is taking my family from me again, Hermione Granger, do you hear me? NOBODY!"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the ground near Buckbeak, startling the Hippogriff, though fortunately, or perhaps conveniently, Harry and co from the past were too distracted by Hagrid and his bawling over Buckbeak's inevitable fate to notice.

"Harry," said Hermione, taking Harry's hand as she led him down the opposite side to where they'd gone in the past/present; this led them into the small gathering of trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Once there, Hermione did the only thing she could think of doing in a bid to try and calm Harry down.

She kissed him, pinning him against a tree, while Harry's eyes widened as he felt her surrender not only her mouth, but her body to him; as surprised and confused as he was, however, he still felt a great, overwhelming surge of familiarity well up inside of him, bringing out a side of him that took charge of the moment.

Reversing their positions, so it was Hermione that was sandwiched between him and the tree, Harry kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue past her lips as he moaned, letting his hands roam all over her body. As Hermione tried to break from the kiss, she also moaned longingly, lifting her head, so that Harry had access to her throat.

Taking the hint, even though this was his first time kissing and making out with a girl – and yet, instinct, or perhaps these weird memories he kept experiencing helped guide him through the motions – Harry attacked Hermione's throat, wrapping his lips around her flesh before, in an almost-vampiric manner, he sank his teeth into her flesh and sucked heavily, leaving a deep, but temporary love bite on her flesh, earning more groans from Hermione as she let her own hands move southwards.

As she found Harry's trousers, however, Harry stopped, pulling back before he saw Hermione gulp hard, her eyes sparkling with desire and awe as she looked into his eyes.

"It…it's okay…" gasped Hermione, licking her lips slowly as she told him, "I…I want you to…to have me, Harry…but I…I won't do…anything you don't let me do…I…I give you my word…"

"It's not that," said Harry, actually amused at her breathlessness, as well as the air of lust and desire that laced her words, as he licked his own lips before he explained, "It's just…it's weird; I feel like…like we've done this dance before. You…me…kissing…fondling…biting…even you reaching down to…to get me off…before…before we…you and I…we…"

"Make love," finished Hermione.

Harry, however, shook his head before he looked into Hermione's eyes as he asked, "But…but how is…how is that possible? What…who…why…"

He felt the tingles, as well as the headaches returning, even as he tried to voice his questions.

The next thing he knew, Harry fell forwards, once again supported by nothing, but the warm body of his best friend and first love…

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Another Time, Another Place

Pain.

Agony far worse than anything that he could ever remember experiencing washed over Harry, accompanied by a sound like the world's loudest clap of thunder, almost like the sound of the earth splitting in two. At the same time, roars of protest, as well as satisfaction and encouragement, filled Harry's ears, accompanied by flashes of bright, oddly-familiar light, which drove more pain into him.

As he heard his own voice screaming, Harry also heard a familiar bass rumble.

"Did you honestly believe that you could actually claim what was not yours to take, you pathetic insect? Let me make it perfectly clear to you: as long as I am breathing in and breathing out, you will NEVER be a God…NEVER!"

"Then…then permit me to stop you…you breathing!" growled Harry, his own voice edged by a deathly, evil rumble of raw power that seemed to make the very darkness submit to his whims. "I won't let you do to me what you did to my Father, you power-grubbing bastard! I'd sooner die!"

"That will be arranged, I promise you," sneered the figure standing over him. "And once it is, I will find that whore, make her beg me to make her mine instead of yours and, if she's a good slave, I might even let those bastards of yours serve me as soldiers in my son's armies! But as for you, you pathetic coward, you ask for death? Let me give it to you…"

"NO!"

A loud female cry filled Harry's ears, accompanied by a roar of fury from his attacker, before he heard a series of protests he knew very well…

"Not my baby…please, my Lord…anything, but this…please, I'll do anything, but spare my boy!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl," growled his attacker, their voice sounding nothing like Voldemort as they hissed, "I am not going to show mercy to you and your spawn a second time: he chose to rise against me, thinking he can take what is mine by right. This is his just deserts!"

"Not my son!" cried the female, their body shadowing Harry as she insisted, "Please…take me instead…but spare him…please…"

"No…"

A sound like the explosion at the dawn of the universe filled the air, as did wave upon wave of soul-wrenching, heart-tearing pain and torment.

Over it all, a single word tore through Harry's consciousness, like Excalibur through butter…

"ASTER!"

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Hogwarts; Present

"What?"

Opening his eyes, Harry saw Hermione looking down at him, her eyes filled with relief and pride, as well as hope and wonder, while her hand teased his hair between her fingers as she explained, "It's okay; we left Hagrid's and, sadly, Buckbeak still died…"

"I don't care," said Harry, earning a gasp from Hermione as she heard an ice-cold, dark and deathly tone lacing his words. "Let me go."

Releasing him from her comforting embrace, Hermione watched as Harry rose up, brushing himself down before he walked away from her, stopping near a large tree that led off into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. As she watched, Hermione saw Harry's hands tremble and quake with fear, pain, rage and fiery levels of determination, as well as restraint.

She didn't say it aloud, but this was almost the same as what she'd seen when he'd threatened to kill Sirius.

Now, however, he was feeling it for a new reason, and yet, she knew just what to say to at least try and get him to open up.

"Harry, what happened?"

"I…I don't understand…" said Harry, his voice trembling with the same barely-restrained air that Hermione remembered all too well, while his eyes burned with tears of fury and pain as he insisted, "I…I saw…I heard…I felt…what was that? What did I see? Why do I see these things?"

"You know why," said Hermione, moving slowly towards Harry, taking his hand in hers as she turned him to face her; this time, she moved him to hug her, his head now resting on her shoulder as she caressed his hair. "It's okay…this…all this…it was meant to happen…but nobody knew when, certainly not me. But, now it has…I promise you…I'm here, my Harry; I am always going to be here, because of what you are to me…what you mean to me…and what we will do…together…as we make right all the wrongs you've suffered."

Harry sniffled and sobbed against Hermione's shoulder, but Hermione just smiled as she shushed him, "It's okay…you can ask…I swear, my love; I will never lie…not to you…so, go ahead…ask!"

"Wh…Who…Who…"

As Hermione continued petting his hair, Harry cleared his throat before he pulled back, his green eyes shining with his tears, as well as the pain he felt in his heart and soul, as he coughed once before he spoke again.

"Who…is…Aster?"

Hermione looked shocked for a moment, but only a moment, before she smiled, taking his hand in hers while, with her free hand, she pressed it flat against his chest, her eyes never leaving his as she answered him.

"You."

"But who…who is he?" asked Harry, before he coughed again as he asked, "Or, rather, I suppose…who am I?"

Again, Hermione looked surprised, but only momentarily as she realised he must have wanted her to be the one to say it.

He wouldn't embrace it, believe it or let anything come of it, not until he heard it from the lips of his most-trusted confidant and love.

Smiling softly, Hermione dipped her head before Harry as she answered his question;

"You are Aster, Firstborn Son of Hades, Lord of the Underworld and the rightful King of Olympus, and Hecate, Queen of Darkness, Lady of Magic and Mistress of All Enchantment! As their son, you, Aster, are the Lord of Magic, Master of Death and the one, true Crown Prince of Olympus: the Fallen Star, as the legends call you, cast down by Zeus, simply because he craved what you and your Father had the right to own: the throne!"

Harry, or Aster, didn't look shocked.

He didn't look doubtful.

He didn't even look accusing or sceptical.

In fact, his emerald-green eyes had suddenly gone cold, hard and filled with no small amount of steely determination as he looked right into his Hermione's eyes. "And…how do you know this? And, please, don't say you read it in a book, Hermione: that'd be the ultimate cliché, especially given what we did a few minutes ago."

"I didn't read it in a book," said Hermione calmly, again pressing her hand to Harry/Aster's chest as she smiled at him.

"I lived it, Aster…err…Harry; you see, my human name is Hermione Granger, but, in actuality, I am Calypso, former Queen of Ogygia, Mistress of Magic, Favoured Student of My Lady and Mother-in-Law, Lady Hecate, and the one who is yours, forever and always, to the last breath."

Harry blinked in response, though only momentarily as he frowned before he asked, "Hang on…Mother-in-Law?"

"Oh yes," said Hermione, before she cupped Harry/Aster's cheek and kissed him again, her thumb tracing over his cheek as she winked at him.

"I almost forgot the most-important part of what binds us, both in our former lives and now, as the pseudo-mortals-slash-demigods we are: you, Aster, and I, Calypso, are also…husband and wife!"

Suddenly, another clap of thunder and a flash of lightning filled the air as Harry/Aster growled out two words.

Both of which made Hermione/Calypso's heart freeze in her chest, partially with fear and worry, and partially with a renewed sense of purpose now that her long-lost love and husband had started to find his true self again.

However, two words also reminded her of why she had stayed so close and true to bringing him back to his true self.

Just two little words…

"And PARENTS!"

Chapter 2 and, oh boy, after one heck of a rollercoaster, Harry knows the truth: he is…err…he was a God, the Son of Gods, the Husband of a Goddess/Titaness and, worse, he was…gulp…a Dad!

What could have happened to take all that from him and, now he remembers, just how FUBAR are those who've tried to stand in his way?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Hermione gives Harry the full story, which leads to our Fallen One choosing to forge a new destiny, using old rules and new and old ideas: the endgame? REVENGE! But first…to deal with the human matter in his life;

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AN: What Do You Think?

So, given the idea of this story, I'm curious:

Do you think I should keep writing Harry and Hermione as Harry and Hermione, or as Aster and Calypso?

Let me be clear before you say anything, friends:

Harry IS Aster; his memories just haven't fully returned yet; the important ones, yes, but not ALL of them, so by the time they're all coming back to him now – sorry Meatloaffans; couldn't resist – he'll be Aster reborn.

Hermione, on the other hand, has all her memories, so she IS Calypso fully-and-completely already;

So, what do you think?

Should I write them as their true selves or keep writing them as who people think they are?