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Chapter 2-

Ares drew a breath of the moist air in the bedroom, God, it was good to be back and in full control of his bodies memories and motions. Even though he still felt guilty about Sirius and the role he had played in the Animagus death, the overwhelming grief and pain he had felt was gone. What did 15 human years compare too, when he had lived thousands and thousands of years as a god?

Drawing on his human self's memories he moved to the mirror on the inside of his so called rooms closet, it was much smaller then he was used to but it would have to do. In the mirror he could see a young skinny boy, with messy black hair and vivid green eyes. It felt weird to look at himself in this new form, as he was used to the dark blue eyes of his former body- not to mention he missed his old muscled physique. He leaned in a brushed aside his bangs, though this bodies lightning bolt scar in the forehead was cool. It fit his profile as the all powerful God of War rather well.

He looked at his clothes and grimaced, well apparently they were awful. He waved his hand, and changed them to clothes more suitable to his liking. He was garbed once again in his favorite pair of leather pants, some boots and a leather vest with iron decorations. Humph he thought. Apparently my powers have been here whole time, I just didn't know of them. It made a weird, kinda twisted sense. After all, how could he use something he didn't even know he had?

He looked around in the bedroom, if you could really call it that. The owl cage was filthy, and so was the rest of the room. The bed had old sheets that were not in place; he had kicked them off, as he had continued to receive horrible nightmare visions from Voldemort. His schoolbooks were all around the floor, and the old beaten up desk in the corner. Oh, I have to get out of here. He hadn't been around the world in ages, he hadn't seen his brides in years, and he had missed all the sacrifices the bad guys had made for him. Oh, I really had to get out of here! No way in Tartarus would the great Ares sleep in a rat hole like this!

He was halfway through his customary snap of his fingers, the gesture he made before popping in and out, when he realized his old self probably would have left a note at least. He paused and went to the desk, grimacing as he took in the poor quality of his former belongings, and grabbed a piece of parchment. He then took a quill, and wrote a note he would send off to Dumbledore. After all he couldn't have them searching the world for him… Then he smiled evilly, Well maybe Snape. No mater the fact that he was a god now, the hatred still stayed. Snape the slimy git... oh, how he was gong to enjoy leading him around the world, staying just one step ahead of him.

He then looked at the letter he had written during his little torture fantasy:

Dumbledore.

I know the war is coming. Don't say it isn't, I know it is. So I've decided to take a holiday. Yes you read that right. I -AM -TAKING- A -HOLIDAY!

After losing Sirius, I've been kind of down. But then, I realized I'm throwing my summer away, why should I, Axxx Harry Potter be miserable? Now, however, as I am aware of my part in the war, I'll be back at the September first. I've made sure you won't be able to find me, but you could let Snape try if you must send someone. If I am being looked for, tell Snape I specifically requested him. I can't wait to see the look on the greasy git's face when you tell him he has to look for me... smirk.

You can owl me, and I will get the letters, but it may be better if you use Fawkes, I can't guarantee the safety of those god-damn owls! I've just realized that I don't really like them. My pet was hungry, so I released Hedwig from her services. Did you know that Owl's taste like chicken? Well, anyway, I'll see you at September first.

Axxx Harry

Looking it over Ares decided it was good enough. It was a little messy since he had kept starting to write Ares instead of Harry; but after you've written the blasted name for thousands and thousands of years, you tend to have problems writing anything else. After he had rolled the letter, he snapped his fingers, and his 'pet' arrived. It was about two meters long, just the right size so that it was not too big, but that he would not look ridiculous riding it. It had a pitch black hide and blood red eyes serpentine eyes. The miniature dragon had arrived in the room in a puff of golden smoke, just like phoenixes did with fire. The dragon took the letter from its master, and flew away, its size changing; as it became so small it could fly through the window.

He then took a last glance at his surroundings, and snapped his fingers. And so Harry Potter disappeared, leaving Privet Drive, and arriving at his beautiful mansion, where his sister was waiting for him.

To Be Continued…

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