Chapter 6

Harry stared at the three intruders; they appeared to be siblings, two brothers and one sister. They had invaded his utopia, bringing with them the knowledge that he couldn't leave his past behind him and start anew, wherever he was. Harry turned around and presented his back to them, hoping that they would recognize the sign of great disrespect, and sat down on the white, golden sand. He shifted the sand with his hands and fingers, building small hill, then knocked it down.

"Why are you here?" Harry didn't look at them, even when they walked around and kneeled in front of him. The women grabbed his face and forced him to look at them. Their eyes were the same, but each expressed a different emotion. He still didn't stop playing with the sand.

"Harry, we…you see, what-" She didn't finish, and her eyes were filled with such remorse. What did she have to be sad about? They were the ones who had intruded his utopia. Sighing, Harry looked into her dark amber eyes, the eyes that were so exposed, showing him her emotions plainly. The women touched her hand to Harry's cheek, but he jerked away from her.

"Don't touch me." Harry continued to stare ahead at the sunset, "You don't know me, I don't even know you, just don't...just go." Tears filled her eyes as she moved toward her bothers; the two men each placed an arm around her waist. Guilt battled with Harry's feelings of separation, but in the end, he suppressed them, so that inside he was numb. The young man with shimmering blonde hair moved away from their small group to kneel in front of Harry. He grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look into his eyes.

"Why don't you want us, why reject us? We haven't done anything to you, have we?" He tilted his head as he stared at the young adult in front of him. Harry's eyes flashed with life, with anger.

"Do you know what I was thinking of before you," he glared at all three of the people, "before you interrupted me?" He continued before they could answer. "I was thinking of how bloody wonderful it was that I was alone, how perfect it was that there was no interference of the outside world, no reminder that I was the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. You could practically hear the capital letters! Then you people showed up." He didn't yell. He only stared at them with his emerald eyes, the eyes that were, by the minute, filling up with tears. "Why couldn't you leave me alone? I don't care what happens anymore, I just want a normal life, I just… just want be left alone." Harry lay back down on the sand. He could still feel the warmth coming off it and sinking into his skin, keeping any coldness away. He didn't notice that tears were falling from his closed eyes, staining his cheek as they traveled downward.

There was a lengthy pause before any of them spoke.

"Harry I, WE, don't know where we should begin. This is just as hard for us as it is for you," the women spoke.

Harry looked mournfully up at the sky. He hadn't noticed until now that the sun had set, but instead of darkness, the sky was becoming a lovely mix of dark red, orange, and gold; soon stars started to appear. Harry liked it like this. "You do know where we are, do you not?"

"We do."

"Then why don't you start by explaining as to who you are, what you are, where we are, and how we got here. And how," Harry gestured their form, "How you are in human form, maybe?" The women smiled sadly at him.

The young woman took control first. "I, my young friend, am called Demeter. My bother here," Demeter pointed to the young blonde man with shimmering hair, "is called Dionysus, and this is our oldest brother." She pointed to her other side to the man with shoulder length black hair tinged white at the temples. "He is called Ares."

Dionysus took over the talking from here, "As to where we are, young friend-"

"Don't," Harry interrupted, "call me that. You people are neither my friend, mate, companion, or anything else for that matter, so don't address me as if I were."

Dionysus cleared his throat, "Yes, well -um- then Harry as to where we are, you should know, since this place is, well, your magic."

"What!"

Dionysus smiled; it really did remind Harry of Fred and George when they were up to some mischief or another. "Everyone has a magical place Harry. For some wizards, well less powerful wizards, it isn't a place, but more of a tower or sphere filled with what would seem like colored light. Others have animals. For them, the size of the animal betrays the power status." Harry could feel his left eye twitch as he listened to Dionysus explain what a magical place is. "These objects, animals, or places represent the magic in a person; the magic in a person will take a shape or form to describe his or her power. These places, things, and animals can only be seen on a magical or spiritual plane, which is where we are."

Harry couldn't stop his eye from twitching even if he wanted to; as of now, he was too shocked to do anything. He took one deep breath and exhaled, then a second breath.

Inhale, exhale, and again.

"Okay…that explains what your names are, but not what you are, or why you're here," Harry said the last part under his breath. "You tell me what this place is, but that doesn't exactly explain exactly where I am or how I got here or even why I am here."

Dionysus threw his head back and laughed. It wasn't a mocking laugh, more of an amused laugh. "Smart aren't you?" He didn't let Harry answer before continuing, "Where we are: we are on a spiritual and magical plane." He clapped his hands and rubbed them together for a moment before kneeling next to Harry. "Imagine, if you will, an empty sphere. Now imagine in the sphere your five senses; touch, scent, sight, hearing, and taste. This would be considered your physical plane. Got that?" A nod from Harry prompted him to continue. "Now imagine around the sphere a cube. In the cube, imagine a ghost, just a ghost. This is called the phantom plane. Around the cube, there is a triangle, and in this place reside energy and dreams, but NOT magic. Oh, no, magic is completely different from energy and dreams, but we will get to that in a bit. So, in the triangle, you placed energy and dreams: the two things that allow muggles and wizards alike to stay conscious everyday and fueled to move. Now, here is where it gets a bit confusing."

"It's not confusing yet?" Harry mumbled under his breath. Ares and Demeter gave him encouraging smiles, but Dionysus didn't seem to notice.

Dionysus sat down in front of Harry as he continued to explain. Harry's head was starting to hurt a bit from all this information he was getting. "Now, we already have a sphere, a cube, and a triangle, right? Okay, so around the triangle, can you imagine another sphere? Only this time, color it a sort of see-through green color. Did you do it?" Harry nodded. "Good, now in this green-colored sphere, place all magical creatures, including wizards and witches. Alright, and around the green sphere, imagine a rose-colored triangle. There you would place angels and demons. And around that, you would have a pale golden cube. Now this is going to confuse you a bit because here I want you to put magic." By this time, Demeter and Ares had become tired from standing, so they sat crossed-legged on the ground next to them. "Now, how is it that magic could be on a higher plane than angels and demons, you ask? Well, it is because the magic you and angels and demons use is the same but it's not really magic. Don't ask what it is because I don't know, nobody knows. Magic is just a name it is given." He didn't even take a breath before plundering on to the last part. "Now, in-between the colorful shapes and non-colored shapes, imagine a thin purple line. On this purple line is where everything is mixed, and that is where we are, any more questions?"

Harry stared at Dionysus, who was still smiling, "Hermione will love you." Dionysus threw back his head and laughed. "Ok, thank you for that--um--educational lecture; it really did explain where this place is where I am. Now how about telling me why and how I am here, who you are and not just your names; PLEASE! Try to keep it short." Harry quickly added that when he saw Dionysus open his mouth, which he promptly closed at Harry's statement. Demeter laughed and Ares lips just twitched at the ends, even though his expression never changed.

"Dionysus never keeps anything short," Dionysus shot his sister a glare, which she ignored. "I will explain the rest to you."

Dionysus and Demeter traded places so that now she was sitting in front of Harry and Dionysus was sitting next to his brother.

"How did we bring you here? Well, you aren't really here. I know," she quickly added when Harry opened his mouth, "you can feel, hear, smell and taste everything here, but you are not physically here. Remember that purple line Dionysus told you about? Well, there, all of your five senses are active because, while you are not here physically, you are spiritually. This is where I explain how you got here. Well, we took your soul and brought it here." Demeter smiled at the simple explanation.

"YOU DID WHAT?" Harry's mouth dropped open at that statement, he had a soulless body back on earth, they killed him, he can't believe it they had killed him. "You killed me? You killed me! YOU KILLED ME! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KILLED ME!" Harry jumped up to attack them, only to be stuck motionless halfway.

"Listen here, you silly boy, we didn't kill you." Harry glared at Ares, who was talking for the first time since he had seen him, and still his face remained expressionless. "We just removed your soul from your body for the time being, much like those dementors you have back on earth. Unlike them, however, we will return it when we are through talking to you."

Once Harry was able to move again, he dropped to the sand, sat cross-legged, and glared at them before mumbling under his breath, "Sorry. I didn't mean to do that, I just lost my head."

"Its ok Harry, we understand." For a bit no one spoke. Harry didn't even look at them because he was slightly ashamed that he went after them like that.

"Perhaps you could tell me why you brought me here?" Demeter smiled at him; he had taken the first step in accepting them, to a certain degree.

"On earth, we are newly hatched, and our mental control hasn't had the time to develop its power, and we have to adjust to our newly-acquired bodies. We can't turn human or mind-talk on earth yet. Here we can."

There was a slight pause, "And why do you want to talk to me?"

"Harry, when you spilled your blood onto us, you connected us to you like no other. We are here to guide you, to help you choose the right path and take control of your magic. Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and Lilly Evans Potter, we are your guardians sent to you by the gods and goddesses themselves. We will be here for you whether you want us or not. We are yours and you are ours."

Harry felt a sharp pain in his chest. Before he could do anything about it, the land around him glowed brilliantly white and gold, blinding him; then, he knew nothing.

Harry sat up on the couch; he had fallen asleep reading his potions book. His body was coated in sweat. Sighing, he threw off the sheets that covered him, and then proceeded to have a close call with a heart attack. He was dressed in the clothes from his dream. Apparently, it wasn't really a dream.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

Harry felt them before he saw them. Turning around, he stared into three pairs of molten amber. The snake, the dragon, and the phoenix: Demeter, Dionysus, and Ares. They had names, now, and they were very much real.

"Bloody hell, it wasn't a dream." Harry could feel their response more than hear it. "Damn it, why is this always happening to me?"