Chapter Twelve
Black Tez may have spent centuries in an enchanted sleep but he was just as powerful as the day the Aztec Indians called for him. And that power has never truly been used to bring the dead back, especially if these dead had no place in hell. Yet the angels above believed in giving those in need a second chance. "Bring them back, you ask? That could be profitable for us."
Nina had been around just as long as Black Tez and she, too, had power never put to use very often. That is a profitable idea, Master. This Voldemort calls himself a Slytherin Heir. He has no right to that line with the way he has abused my name. Bring forth his most hated rivals, Harry Potter is one of them. He'll be off-guard thinking young Harry and his traitors will destroy him.
"That can be arranged shortly, my child."
Pythia and Bastet were conferring in hushed tones as the decision continued when they made a startling fact, 'We are close to them, Master. His friends.'
Harry suddenly smiled, his grief slightly pushed aside at the chance to meet his friends. Even though he was still seventeen, and stuck in a teenage body, Harry couldn't pass up any chance to see his best friends. At least that was until his body was enflamed with pain, pain so hot he screamed, falling to his knees.
"Harry?" A voice so familiar purred through the white-hot flame of pain. Tears overflowed his eyes as he tried, desperate to evade the pain, to focus on anything else.
As sudden as it appeared, the pain swiftly vanished. Gasping for air, Harry slowly struggled to his feet. Once standing upright, he realized something was different, the world looked slightly different. Looking down, he gasped loudly to see his clothing in shreds and that he was taller.
We didn't think you wished to see your friends being older and taller than you. Technically you are around twenty-six but in reality you are only sixteen since you were dead after all.
A bright smile lit up his tired face as he grabbed each of his new friends into a large hug, "Thank you!" He had never though it possible to finally reach any height from the neglect in his childhood.
Very welcome, child. But we must hurry now. I'm sure you wish to meet your friends, and our friends are getting quite testy. Nodding his consent, Harry followed the slithering female as she pushed forward towards the hidden home of his fugitive family.
Still in hiding as one huge family, the fugitives were trying to make a plan to survive the darkness. "We can always stay hidden."
"Or die trying to fight back, Ron. I won't stay in the dark with some madman after my blood!" Hermione Granger shouted at her red-headed partner as the restlessness and desire to be free were stressing her.
A low purr floated through the argument, "That's not always necessary."
Everyone jumped when five strange looking people suddenly entered their humble abode, though four of them were females. Then from behind them a very familiar looking male stepped forward.
Hermione frowned at first until she matched the brilliant green eyes and shaggy black hair with someone of the past, someone who should have been dead, "HARRY!" She flew forward to hug him but she was beaten by a large, bouncing, very slobbery black canine. A canine who jumped onto the emerald eyed male, sniffed deeply for the scent of cloves and vanilla, and then slobbered on the male once he received the same scent his godson always carried about himself.
Then before Harry could say anything more, his godfather was shoved aside and he was handed around for group hugs. 'Excited bunch, aren't they?'
"Welcome back, Pythia."
The shawl covered woman slightly bowed, Thank you. Then laughed as the young man was bombarded with questions.
"Where were you, mate?"
"Harry James Potter, what in Merlin's name do you think you were doing letting yourself get captured and tortured by that thing! Do you know how worried you have made everyone in thinking you were dead!"
Blinking, Harry had to struggle for his answer as a irate Hermione whirled on him quickly. "Uh, Mione? I was dead. I was captured by the Death Eaters. I was tortured and killed by Voldemort. All the Death Eaters helped cast the curse."
Ron frowned as he remembered that their Potion Master was one of those Death Eaters, purposively a spy. "That slimy greasy git! I knew he was a true Death Eater!"
"Ronald Weasley!" Molly Weasley swiftly smacked her youngest son against his head.
"Ow! MUM!"
"He didn't have a choice, Ron. Neither did Lucius Malfoy. They wouldn't have ever made it from Voldemort's circle alive if they tried to save me." Leaving that explanation as a given to his friends and family, he hurried to answer Ron's last question, "Once I was hit by the Killing Curse, Pythia had taken my body to Mitnal. From there my soul was shoved back into it. I meet with a few more people before we were transported here."
Ever the curious one to know everything, Hermione had to make him elaborate, "What's Mitnal?"
"Ancient Mayan name for Hell."
"WHAT! But you've never done anything remotely sinful or evil!"
'It was fated. His death had awakened a very old ruler. Harry Potter was one of the very rare heirs of a rare bloodline.'
"Huh?"
Everyone was staring dumb folded at the Gods. A husky chuckle ran clear through the confusion as Harry flushed in embarrassment for not introducing them. "I am Tezcatlipoca, or commonly know as Black Tez, the Aztec God of Hell." The dark God pointed to his followers, "The one with the golden wings is the Phoenix Queen. The feline is an Egyptian Cat Goddess, Bastet. The woman with snakes in her hair as well as a tail of a snake for the lower body is the Babylonian Snake Goddess, Nina. And I'm sure most of you know Pythia." Each female gave a small bow to their name.
"Why are you here?" Always the cautious one, Albus Dumbledore wasn't too sure to trust complete strangers just yet.
We are here to protect young Harry. We will be the ones to take his burden since this Voldemort has shamed my line and tried to eradicate our Master's bloodline.
