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Chapter 3-

"Hello Dite" He greeted, as he kissed every one of his brides. There were six of them all waiting for a simple kiss from him. Aphrodite just smiled, and continued eating the fruit. The fruit was called 'Pomona', and it didn't grow in the mortal realm. It was called 'the fruit of the gods' for a reason after all. All their wine's were made of it, and the fruit itself was created by the mother of the first gods, or the Titans if you prefer that title, Gaea- Mother Earth.

"Hello, my sweet brother, enjoy my present?" She greeted, taking another bite out of her Pomona.

"Sure I did, Dite, but you know it's not my birthday yet…at least it didn't used to be." he quipped as he stole the Pomona from his sister and took a bite. Good, it tasted good. He hadn't eaten it since... well, when he was he.

"Yes, I know, my dear brother. However I think it is much nicer have a birthday every year, instead of once a decade. It is one of the good things the mortals have invented." She said licking her fingers.

"You really think so?" he mused, then he smirked. "Of course you would, who am I kidding…you would throw a party everyday if you thought it would keep things from getting boring." he paused and frowned, mood suddenly turning serious. "Dite, don't you care about Father? He is not going to like thins, you know?"

"Oh, I'll just use my charms on him, as always." She said smiling mischievously, and looked around.

"How come this place never looks dusty?" She wondered, looking around in the mansion. The mansion was big, and so was the room they were currently in. The room was circle shaped, and was about 150 feet in diameter. It had an earth floor, and it had trees growing on the sides. The trees were tall, and almost touched the ceiling, which was charmed to look like the night sky- much like the one at Hogwarts. In the middle of the room there was a little pond, in front of the pond sat a large engraved pedestal- it use still unknown to her. There was also a big stone throne like chair, which Ares was currently reclining in. The whole mansion was decorated in the same way as the throne room was. It had exactly as many rooms as Ares wanted, and he could make more rooms if needed. The walls of the throne room were decorated by hundreds of different weapons.

"It's because of the servants."

"Oh, right, the house-elves, as the mortals call them. I personally like the name Elfandriel."

"I really don't like that name. Why did you have to come up with that name? It sucks; I really don't think those traitors deserve a name." He said moping.

"Oh, Ares, just because they did not stay with you in the fight, does not mean it gave you the right to wipe out the whole race."

"I didn't wipe out the race; I just changed it little…" he protested, looking a little irritated.

"Oh, for dad's sake, you changed the dominant race on earth, the most beautiful too, to a simple race of ugly servants. And then you took their leaders and forced them to clean your house- for eternity no less!" She snapped back.

"As you wish, Dite, but 'for dads sake'?"

"Well, it sounds stupid to say for god's sake, as we are gods. And, well most of the gods are petrified of dad, so in some twisted way it means the same thing."

"I've always thought you are weird, Dite. Not that I don't still love you!" He added hastily, as he saw Aphrodite's face morph into one of displeasure. Suddenly she smiled. "Well...as long as you love me…" Ares rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long summer.

The Order was collected around the kitchen table, along with Weasley's, Hermione and of course Dumbledore. They were talking about how Harry was doing.

"When he answers the letters, all he says is ' I'm fine.' But I'm not so sure he really is. I'm worried." Albus Dumbledore said, looking down at the small bit of parchment that passed as the required weekly letter to the Order.

"Worried? Worried? For gods sake, Albus. The boy just lost the closest thing for a family he ever had!" Moody growled. For such a young boy Potter had proven to be a outstanding wizard, showing enough promise to make him consider training the boy personally… "I wouldn't be at all surprised if he tried to end his misery." he continued snidely, hoping to rub in the fact that he thought Dumbledore was handling the boy all wrong into the others minds.

Hermione and Ron along with the rest of the Weasley's looked shocked.

"I don't believe this is quite so serious, Alastor-" Dumbledore was quick to protest. His protest trailed off when a miniature dragon swept in to the kitchen. It swept in through one of the large kitchen windows, which had been left open to help deal with the summer heat. Everyone's reactions pretty much mirrored each other, though those with more knowledge then average of dragons looked even more surprised- people such as Dumbledore, Charlie Weasley, Remus Lupin, and Hermione Granger.

Dragons were extremely powerful, and the one currently sweeping the room looking for a place to perch itself was an almost textbook example of one of the most powerful ancient breeds. It was about two meters long, tiny compared to most modern breeds, indicating that it was very powerful since the small the dragon the more power it's innate magic was. It skin was a pitch black, indicating that it was probably an Elder dragon as the older the dragon the darker the skin shade. At the far end of the table Charlie Weasley was literally being held back by his brothers, his hands were itching to examine this rare find- he was completely oblivious to the fact that said dragon could probably fry him in a heartbeat if he approached it wrong.

Apparently finding what it was looking for the dragon landed on the edge of the table just in front of Dumbledore, and preceded to hold out it's talon for him to take the hereto unnoticed message attached to his leg. It watched amused at the varying shocked reactions it's action caused, sometimes he wondered why his master bothered with these simple humans at all….

To Be Continued…

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