To Begin Anew

Chapter 3

The next day, it was classes. I thought that it wouldn't be to bad, considering how much I knew, but interacting with so many people is what got me.

I became wary of so many Slytherins around me, and found myself only trusting Draco, and to a point, Blaise. He seemed wary of me as well. Hmm...

The classes were interesting, but instead of paying attention (for I didn't have to-except for getting the homework), I took note of how people acted and interacted with each other. It wasn't the most interesting thing at times, but I knew the information would come in handy later. I especially watched the teacher, Professor Quirrell. He didn't really teach, but he did tell these ridiculous sounding stories.

I scoffed at him, but didn't challenge him. What I wanted to do was remain inconspicuous, though with the events that transpired when I arrived, people will remember me.

Unfortunately, I was growing bored with my current predicament.

I have decided to visit Harry!

And Ron, too.

Looking around my common room, where most of my classmates were, I found that some were asleep, but most were doing homework or immersed in their conversations.

Perfect time for slipping away unnoticed.

Now, unlike what you might think, I'm not this uber powerful wizard/God. My powers tend to not work at times, usually when I really need them. Even when they work, they might not be powerful. Fortunately, if it has been an emergency, I was at full strength. I think that certain family members of mine had input about my powers and the way they work.

I crept out of the common room, making sure that no one saw. I believe I succeeded in that, because no one followed me out.

In the hallways, there weren't many students, so it was easier for me to go around in the shadows. It was 10 minutes before curfew. I'd not make it their and back in 10 minutes.

Luckily, I'm no normal student. Thank you, Father (one of them, anyway- Hades), for bringing out my ability to move through the shadows.

I used my abnormal speed, along with this gift I use so sparsely - not that it always works- to quickly head up the many staircases, following my intuition.

I stopped on the third floor, right wing, for a moment to stretch- I was getting cramps for not running so much- and heard a jingle.

Mrs. Norris.

My eyes widened, and I stilled. She couldn't see me, no mortal could, but she could smell me.

Mrs. Norris mewed loudly, and a few seconds later Filch was coming from another hallway. He looked around, scratched his head, and spoke softly to Mrs. Norris.

Silently, Mrs. Norris padded over to me. She nudged the shadow that I was a part of, and backed away slightly. Filch frowned.

"If someone's there, then show yourself. She already knows you're there, so it's only a matter of time before I find you." he said manically, looking around at the open, yet empty corridor.

I sighed mentally, and shook my head. You silly man. You're never going to find me, for it is not magic that does this, really, it's power, ability.

I spoke to the cat mentally, telling her that I had business and that if she wants, I'll bring her a treat later.

Though it went against the wishes of her master, the thought of a God giving her a treat excited her, so she decided to make an exception. Just this once.

"Thank you, little one." I said mentally to Mrs. Norris. She meowed in delight and trotted off, leaving a confused Filch to follow.

Okay, now it's time to go again.

Personally, I didn't think it would take so much time to go from the lowest dungeon to one of the highest towers.

Never mind what I just thought.

I hurried upstairs, and along the way, saw a pair of young men going along the same corridor as me. They were holding a piece of parchment in their hands, whispering. As I approached one of them whipped around, looking straight at me, though I knew he couldn't see me. He blinked, looked back at the parchment, then whispered to the one next to him.

I walked up next to them and saw a map with many people's names, moving around on a map. I saw my name and blinked.

"Wow..." I said aloud before I could stop myself. The twins, though I'm sure they knew I was there, jumped.

"Jeeze! Where the-"

"-bloody hell are you, anyway?"

Ah, the twins speak.

"Where do you think I am," I peered at the map, "Fred, George?"

"Well-"

"-we're not quite-"

"-sure. We can't-"

"-see you, but you're-"

"-there. Care to explain-"

"-Dioynsos?"

I rubbed my eyes. "If I do, you guys couldn't tell anyone. Though I would like to know where you got the map."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"We swear-"

"-upon this map-"

"-that we won't-"

"-tell a soul-"

"-without your-"

"-consent." They said, finishing in unison.

I snorted, and came out of the nearby shadows. Their eyes widened, before they grinned.

"Wicked!" they exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Have a room we can talk privately in?"

They glanced at each other, then nodded once again in unison. They walked quickly and took many turns. By the time we reached our destination, I was lost.

"All right, we're here right? Care to tell me where you go that map?" I asked, hopping onto a dust ridden desk.

They exchanged a look, then Fred (at least I think it was), nodded.

"Last year, during our detention-"

"-one of the many-"

"-we came upon this fabled map-"

"-course, it was a sheet of paper then-"

"-but we figured it out."

"We use it to pull-"

"-our pranks. Now-"

"-could you tell us-"

"-how you did that?"

I sighed. "You know that is really annoying?" At this, they both opened their mouth to retort. I waved my hand at them and muttered, "Silencio." effectively shutting them up.

There eyes were wide again, at the wandless magic, and the spell no 1st year should be able to perform so early in the year.

"What I am, gentlemen, is a God. Greek God of agriculture and wine, basically. If you look up my first name in one of the books here, you might see a picture of an adult me, over 2,000 years ago. I'm the reincarnation, though I hold all of my old memories. I won't explain why, so don't bother asking." The twins nodded. "Now, would you like to ask about what I can do?" They nodded eagerly.

"Okay then," I waved my hand again, and they were able to speak again.

"How are you able to do that?" They asked together.

"One of my tools, so to speak, is the wand. So my arm kind of acts like a wand, though it's not limited to that. I don't even know how I can do magic, I mean, I do have some powers of my own, but it doesn't mean I should be able to do so much other stuff-magic, that is. I can't get drunk, but I can get others drunk. I can also control plants." I paused for a moment.

"I think that's it."

"Then how did you-"

"-do the shadow-"

"-thing?"

"My father, one of them, anyway, is Hades. He awoke that ability as a gift before I died, knowing I'd be reborn."

They blinked, and an onslaught of questions hit me.

How many dad's do you have?

Two. And two mothers.

Bloody hell! How?

It's complicated, I'll explain later.

If you're not a wizard, then why are you here?

I am a wizard.

But you said-

I said I don't know how I'm a wizard. I think because I was born to humans, I got the wizarding gene.

So, who's your other dad?

Zeus, who's pretty much the head God.

There was a stunned silence.

"Whoa..." said George.

I shrugged. "Eh. But see, he's also the reason I'm known as Dioynsos, the Twice-Born. Again, I'll explain later. Hey, since I told you all that, can you give me the password to your common room? I want to go visit Harry, since it'd look weird to talk to him during class, you know, me being a Slytherin and all."

Fred looked thoughtful, "If you're friends with him, then why are you in-"

"-Slytherin, anyway?" finished George.

I looked pointedly at them, each in turn. "you have to remember that as a God, I am dangerous, all higher beings are. Also, they tend to be sly, tricky beings. My grandfather swallowed my father's brothers and sisters when they were all children. his mother gave him a stone instead of a baby, which he promptly ate. My father then went off, got stronger." I cleared my throat, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "and, well, he ended up freeing his siblings and became the leader."

Both boys just blinked stupidly at me.

"So-"

"-your grandpa-

"-ate your aunts-"

"-and uncles-"

"-then your dad-"

"-killed his dad-"

"Hey! He imprisoned him, you can't kill a God without turning him mortal first!" I said indigently.

George and Fred rolled their eyes together. "Whatever."

"Your dad imprisoned-"

"-his dad, and-"

"-became leader."

"Yes. Now will you just give me the bloody password?" I hissed, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Sure. It's-"

"-Caput Draconis. Also-"

"-will you-"

"-help us-"

"-with pranks?"

I smirked, "Anytime. Just send me an owl about them and sign it "F & G". Okay?"

They nodded. "And even though I'm lost, I'm going to leave now. Just, can I see that map for a minute?" Fred handed it over. I looked at it, saw a way, then asked about a certain path.

"That, my friend, is a secret passage. The ones not crossed out are the ones Filch knows about or are caved in. This," he pointed to a passage, "is the quickest way to Gryffindor."

I smiled at them and blended into the shadows.

"Have fun!" said George.

Five minutes later, I was in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. She was sleeping, so I quietly woke her up.

"Wha...?" she said in a daze. She looked down at me, then frowned. "Who are you?" Her eyes widened in recognition (damnation), and she bowed.

I blushed slightly, "Can I come in?"

She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, sir, but only those with a password-"

"Caput Draconis," I told her, cutting her off. She smiled at me and opened up.

Hmmm... being recognized as a God does have its advantages.

I entered, then blended with the shadows. I saw the stairs, I assume are up to the dorm rooms, and grinned. Now, which one?

Let's see...

Closing my yes, I sent out my energy. To the left felt feminine, but the right felt masculine.

Right it is.

I headed up the right staircase and slipped into the room. I looked around and spotted Harry. I smiled, returned to normal form, and headed over to his bed.

I stepped up to his bed and closed the curtains, except a little bit. I then walked behind it, closed it the rest of the way, and cast a silencing charm on it.

Then, I pounced on his bed.

Rather, on him.

"Gah!" he shouted and sat up sharply.

He was wearing a loose long t-shirt, didn't have his glasses on, and his hair was a mess. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and put on his glasses.

I held my wand out and whispered, "Lumos," so that he could see me in the faint light.

When the small area lit up, he started at me with an open mouth.

He swallowed a lump in his throat. "How... How are you... here?" He asked slowly.

I smiled and sat down on the end of the bed. "Well, that's a long story saved for another day. I just wanted to visit you and stuff." Then I said in a quieter voice, "And to make sure we're still friends."

Harry smiled at me, and relaxed. "Don't worry, I'm still your friend, if you'd be mine."

I grinned, then glomp/tackled him. "Of course! Now, how was your first day?" I sat next to him, and put an arm around his shoulders.

I could tell he wasn't the most comfortable, but I stayed there. I am touchy-feely with my friends.

"Well, it was pretty good. I have homework already, a reading assignment." He flopped back onto his back, making me let go of him. "Sometimes, I really hate school."

I laughed at his expression, his pout. "Now, now. It's not that bad. But then again, I know more then the average first year student does."

Harry looked at me quizzically, "What do you mean by that?"

I bit my lip, suddenly nervous. What if he thought I was a freak or something?

But... in order to be a close friend, he has to know everything about me.

Okay.

"Harry, as my first friend, I feel obligated to tell you about my past. Now, unlike anyone else, I'm not going to ask you to swear upon anything. I'll just ask you not to repeat it to anyone except maybe the Weasley twins, and soon, Ron."

Harry blinked owlishly at me. "Right, you don't know. I met up with the twins a while ago. They were able to see me, but instead of just taking their map, I became a "partner in crime", so to speak. I thought knowing some of the older students- especially useful ones- would be helpful-"

"Dioynsos? Could you possibly answer my question?"

I recovered from my musings to see Harry fighting the urge to laugh. I smiled and ruffled his hair. His hand shot out quicker then I expected it to, and he lightly smacked my hand away. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he mirrored me.

"Let's see... What was the question?" I got smacked with a pillow. "Kidding! Just kidding! See, I know more spells because I've been doing magic all my life. Not just in little bouts, but dealing with control of spells, potions, and especially herbology, since I was at the most five years old. Now, to understand why I said that, you'd have to know how my childhood was, and who I am."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know what you mean. Sure I read the material for the year and such, but from what I read, we aren't allowed to do magic until we're of age, and that won't be for more then 5 years."

I groaned and laid down next to Harry, my eyes shut, and fingers massaging my temples in frustration. "Like I said, you have to know who I am first, in order to get everything else. Now, you know my name's Dioynsos, right? Now, does that name ring any bells to you?"

Harry closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Wasn't Dioynsos the Greek God of Light and Estacy?"

I blushed brightly at that, and started to cough, having choked on my own spit. "Errr... not quite. My namesake was the God of Light and Estacy. In ancient times, he was the God of Intoxication, but he was also known as Lord of the Harvest later on. The whole, light and estacy thing came after he was reborn from Persephone, his second mother." I smiled in amusement. Talking in third person, and the one I'm talking to thinks it's someone else.

"So, why do you ask, anyway?" Harry questioned.

I scoffed. "Are you really that naive, Harry?"

Harry laid still for a moment, before turning on his side to face me, "Are you saying you are Dioynsos?"

I opened my eyes and focused them on him, "What I'm saying is that I'm not him- though I kind of am-, but his re-incarnation. With his memories. Good to know that you at least know who he is, though. Not to much explaining, then. Now, you know Zeus? Well, he shielded the area around my house, about a mile radius, so that I could practice my magic. That way I wouldn't cause mass mayhem while on earth. He's nice that way." I finished cheerfully.

Harry was just staring at me, once again in shock. "Okay." He finally said.

Now I was startled. "Okay? That's it! Okay?" I threw my arms up in the air; what kind of answer was that?

"Well... it's just that," He paused, "though I'm only eleven, I've been through a lot in my short lifetime. When I was young, my mother sacrificed her life for mine, causing this scar," he motioned to his forehead, "I seem to be able to talk to snakes, I've lived with the worst bloody muggles out there, and I'm a wizard! How is that not called being able to accept new things!" He finished shouting, then threw his hands up in the air from his position.

Hmmm...

"You do have a point. Sorry." A piece of information, well a couple, caught my attention. "First of all, how can you talk to snakes?"

He blushed slightly, "Well, while it was my cousins birthday, we went to the zoo. We went to the reptile house at one point because he, along with his friend, wanted to see the snakes. When it wouldn't move for them, they got fed up and left," He paused, "However, when they left, and I talked to the snake, it acted like it understood me. It even winked! We talked for a moment, then when Dudley, that's my cousin, found out, he punched me out of the way and before I figured out what happened, the glass disappeared, and the snake slithered out. I could have sworn he said, "Brazil, here I come... Thanks, amigo." Though in a more... snakish voice?"

I smiled at him and put a hand on his arm, "Don't worry, though it is uncommon for a person to communicate with snakes, there is nothing unnatural about it. I know people who really like snakes and who get along great with them, though they can't speak to them. Well, the way you do, I believe. Want me to get you a snake?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm stared at enough as it is. Talking to a snake would be worse."

I smiled slightly, "Okay then. How about I get a snake for myself, and you can chat with it when I visit. Sound good?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

"Now, second, why do you say that you lived with the worst muggles out there? I know your uncle is bad, but are your other relatives that bad?"

Harry looked lost in memories. "I don't really want to talk about that."

I sat up, and pulled Harry into my arms in a hug, "Please, Harry, tell me. You need to get this off your chest, and if you tell me, I can help. I am a God after all, so I do have the power to." My eyes darkened, and in a threatening voice I said, "And if they did anything irreparable, then they shall pay."

Harry stiffened, and then I felt my shirt start to get wet. His body was soon racked with quiet sobs as he explained what happened to him. I rubbed his back and comforted him to the best of my abilities.

He was verbally abused his whole life, though the physical started when he was nine. He was never more then bruised, however, so I wasn't going to kill his uncle. He was the main abuser, though his aunt didn't help. His cousin was getting dangerously close to more then just bruising Harry, so I vowed to myself to go with him when it was summer to set them straight.

Do not piss a off a bloody God, or you will live to regret it. After all, even the weakest is stronger then any man.

"So, Harry, anything you'd like to know about me? You know I am a God, and that I've trained with magic since young."

I was still holding Harry, though now his forehead was on my shoulder. It was strange to for me to be so intimate with someone I've known for less then a week, even if he is a friend, but I just seemed to click with him.

His voice was muffled when he spoke, "Why was the Bloody Baron sitting next to Malfoy... how did... Does the ghost know who you are?"

I chuckled, "Thing is, I don't know why he does, but all the ghosts, and the paintings, know who I am. It's quiet amusing, actually. Especially when they run away." Harry's shoulders shook as he laughed. "Now, keep in mind that I don't know why they ran, because I'm not some horrible mean God, though I do have a temper- most do-. I'm a bloody agricultural God, basically. Bloody weirdoes." I mumbled.

Harry was still laughing. I smiled, and then decided to tickle him. He squeaked, a sound I didn't think he could make, and continued for a few more minutes. He finally gave in, and we both laughed loudly, gasping for breathe.

I mentally checked the time, only to find it way later then I wished it to be. Damn.

"Harry, I got to go now. It's late, and we both need sleep. I'll see you in potions later on in the week. I nuzzled his neck for a moment, then got up.

Harry was blushing, and he rubbed his arm awkwardly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up in alarm, "We've been loud this entire time, haven't we? Wouldn't that have woken everyone?"

I pointedly held up my wand up to him, "I know a silencing charm. Cast it before I pounced on you, cause I'm not known to be quiet. Well, once I open the curtain, it'll wear off. I'll see you later, Harry." I winked at him, let the lumos spell wear off, then opened the curtain.

I blended into the shadows and headed off to my bed, letting Harry to sleep peacefully.

A.N.- Wee! I have so much more to write! I didn't even get to where I wanted to, cause I thought that the chapter was getting a bit to long.

Hey, thanks KFF, ShianeCollins, Sh'arra Rie, and TiboMoneky for the reviews. Though I see 3 out of 4 at school, I appreciate the reviews not being told, but actually being there.

Oh, and to KFF, Dionysos is spelt with the O, not a U, I have more then 2 different sources saying it's spelt that way. But thanks for the concern. Though if you can find a text that says his name is spelt that way, could I have the name? I'm curious as to where the U came from, besides the pronunciation.

Anyway, I'll write more of this story later. I think I'll write a chapter on my other two fanfics first, since I received more reviews than I had before. (That's what I get for not checking it often. Bleh.)

Well, thanks for everything, and I'll give you another chapter sometime within a week, especially if I have 3 people bug me enough. -mock glares at them-.

By the way, I seem to forget to do disclaimers.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story, except the character Dioynsos, though he's a Greek God, so just own who he portrays in this story, I guess. -sweatdrops- Something like that. Also, I do not do this to get money, but for entertainment value and to improve my writing skills.

I think that's enough.

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Laters.