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Harry was lying on a bed in a half conscious state while four people were standing around him arguing.
"He must not remember the betrayal of his friends and professors. He needs to be in full control of himself for what we need to tell him and we can not have him losing it over stupid mortals."
"I understand that Hera, but he has the right to remember, do you not think our boy is strong enough to overcome it."
"He is but you know what lies in his future and you know this must be done. For now he must not remember. I understand that when we trigger the memory it will hit him hard once again but that is the point and this needs to be done or the Becoming will never happen. We need him functional then we will give him time to think about it.
"But he will hate us Hera, we are doing what that old mortal Dumbledore is doing."
"He will forgive you because you are doing this for him and for his sake. I know what you are thinking but we all agreed to give him this. It his right, he isn't Vengeance for nothing."
"I agree with Hades brother, plus only mortals can hold grudges forever and he was truly never one.
"Fine."
"Let our will be done" they coursed together
Harry's head glowed for but a second before he fell into calm sleep.
Harry woke up and found himself not on his small cramped bed at the Dursley's but on gold and white bed that seemed to be made of clouds that swirled and slowly moved and could probably sleep five. His covers were gold and made of a materiel that Harry thought made silk look and feel like sandpaper. Harry had no idea where he was but for some strange reason he wasn't panicking, he felt like he was…home.
He got off of the bed and looked for a place to wash up, he found a huge bath in a joining room and some clothes set out on a marble table. He quickly cleaned up and put on the clothes which were all silver, a toga and a strange striped cloak. Harry turned around and looked himself in the mirror for the first time that morning and what he saw shocked him, he looked nothing like his original self. He was no longer the scrawny Harry Potter he thought he was he didn't even know if he was human. His body was now toned but not bulging with muscles, he looked agile and quick. The structure of his face changed in a way that made him look lordly, his eyes were the same color but were more brilliant and distinct. He still had the scar but he no longer had glasses, he lifted his hands and noticed an ebony ring with a lightning bolt made of gold engraved in it on his finger. His hair was still short unruly hair but looked like dark flames. But the thing that shocked him the most was the wings. He had breathtaking black wings with feathers that had gold tips.
"Like the wings do you? You're the third one to get some you know, I was the first. But as you can see there on my feet."
"Excuse me, but where am I?"
"All your questions will be answered soon Damien, just follow me"
"Harry, my names Harry"
"If you say so Damien, my names Hermes" Hermes replied as they stepped out of Harry's room.
They walked down a long hallway and stopped in front of a curtain.
"Welcome to Olympus, brother, welcome to the home of the Gods" Hermes announces as he drew back to curtain and ushered Harry through.
Olympus was beautiful and it took Harry's breath away. No words could describe it, it was heaven.
"Come lets go, were already late" and with that Hermes pushed Harry off the white marble staircase they were standing on.
Harry thought that he was going to plummet down to his death but instead he fell ten feet and stopped, his wings spread out and flapping in all there magnificence.
"Its faster to fly, follow me"
Harry urged himself to follow Hermes and after a few seconds he was gliding behind him.
They flew forwards for five minutes before descending in front a huge monument of thirteen people. To say the least Harry was surprised to see one of the thirteen people looked exactly like him. Hermes joined the eleven other people that were standing to the side, together they were a sight to behold. They radiated an aura of power that could shake the very world to its core; the sight of them would make you bow to the ground and praise. Though Harry did no such thing, for reasons that would be soon revealed, he couldn't help but be awed. Then it struck him and he remembered what had Hermes said '…welcome to the home of the Gods'. He, Harry Potter, was standing in front of gods and goddesses. If Harry could have fainted he would have, but something deep inside of him told him that fainting was below him. Harry went through everything he knew about Greek gods in his head, because if he was right then it was what they were.
One God, the obvious leader, stepped up, Zeus if Harry remembered correctly.
"Welcome home Damien, we've been expecting you"
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Dumbledore, the members of the inner circle of the order of the phoenix, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the living room of number twelve Grimmauld Place. Usually they would be sitting in the kitchen for a meeting but the kitchen was currently occupied or in other words there was no chance in hell they would get in. Dumbledore was staring into the kitchen from where he sat, it was the only thing even he could do. He studied the unconscious body of Harry Potter that was floating five feet above the ground. Harry was surrounded by a dome that encompassed the whole kitchen and which shielded him from any physical harms or spell, any. They spent one solid hour shooting spells at the shield, trying to break it, to disable it, none worked. It just absorbed the spells, which in it self seemed to make it stronger. Dumbledore grew impatient and shot the killing curse at the shield. To everyone's amazement the shield absorbed that spell also and sent a shock wave that threw everyone against the wall once again. After that everyone gave up, if the killing curse didn't work then nothing else would. Some questions did pop into peoples minds of why Dumbledore would use the darkest curse know in the first place, and why he did it with such ease. Dumbledore tore his eyes away from the kitchen and focused on the people around him.
"Poppy, what can you tell us"
"It's not good Albus, Harry is in a coma and a pretty bad one at that. From what I can tell, that shield is Harry's doing, though he is doing it subconsciously. He is feeding it with his magic while keeping himself alive."
"I think you are right Poppy. I believe that the shield itself is magic, that's why magic can't destroy it of harm it even with the strongest of spells. The shield is Harry's magic protecting him, and if it fades away before Harry wakes up, we will have a muggle Boy-who-lived."
Gasps could be herd throughout the room. Questions were racing through everyone's mind: Was it possible? Was it possible for the wizarding world to lose its only chance for survival? But the biggest question of all was: Is this really all our fault?
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"Expecting me what do you mean expecting me and why are you calling me Damien my name is Harry?"
"If you will listen, we have much to explain to you. Here have a seat" Zeus said as 13 cloud chairs materialized in a circle and they all took a seat. "First off I would ask you not to interrupt as this may take a while I if you do. A long time ago when the world was still young there lived the Titans, mighty gods of the universe. The youngest titan, Kronos, killed his father and became the ruler of the gods. A prophecy was foretold that one of his sons would kill him and take his place as king. He took many precautions not to let this happen, but it in the end it did. His son killed him and threw what was left into the deepest bowls of hell, never to return. That son was me."
"Though at the moment you only know us as 'Greek gods' in truth we are the only gods, rulers and masters of "your" world and many others like it. But there's something on this world that is a danger to us all. Before Kronos was killed he transformed the blood of one mortal into a sort of poison, a poison that could destroy the powers that be, meaning us, and bring chaos to this world and the next. We have a drink here on Olympus called the Nectar of the Gods, aside form being deliciously good, it has the power to turn any mortal, immortal, though I assure you we can still dispose of them since they weren't born that way. The poison that my father set out into the world is called the Nectar of the Mortals; its effect is the opposite of our drink. There's more to it though, it not only has the power to turn immortals mortal but the power to destroy us and bring my father back from the depths of hell, or so we believe."
"Now almost seventeen mortal years ago, the fates told us of the future and told us who could destroy the threat. We dared not try to before, for it would not do to underestimate my father. They said that the immortal mortal, son of the gods, king of the betrayed would be the only one who could destroy the threat without consequence. So all those years ago we transferred the fetus of our unborn son into a young wizard couple that the fates insisted we chose. They had a son and that son was you."
Harry tried to speak but nothing came out of his mouth. 'This is a dream, a creepy strange dream and I'm going to wake up soon. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up….'
"Actually this is kind of like dream, while your body resides at Grimmauld Place your spirit is here with us, and I don't expect you will be 'waking up' any time soon.
Harry felt numb, he didn't want to believe any of this but somehow he knew it was true.
After a long period of silence Harry finally spoke.
"So Lily and James Potter were never my parents?"
"Oh no, on the contrary really, you could say you have four parents. They are your mortal parents and you inherited a great many things from them, for instance, some of your looks, your eyes, your hair, your magic. Gods don't technically have magic we more or less invented it as a gift for the people of Magus."
Harry fell silent again. 'I have a family and actual live family, not what I expected but…'
"How come you guys never tried to contact me or something. You must have saw how I was living how come you didn't do anything."
Hera answered this time "We wanted to but we had to wait for you to come, understand that if we contacted you everything could have changed and we might have taken you. The abduction of Harry Potter is hard to miss" she finished sarcastically.
Harry understood the kidnapping of the boy-who-lived was hard to miss. He looked around at all the faces. These gods were his family, brothers, sisters, uncles. It would take him time to get used to it, he didn't know how long but he wouldn't discard them. He always dreamed of having a family, one he could call his own.
"I'm willing to give this a try." He said and smiled at them, they smiled back. "Now you said that I'm the only one who could destroy this threat correct, how am I supposed to do that? It's not like I'm an actual god right now. You said that I was only here in spirit, I doubt my body changed."
"No it didn't but it will. Technically you won't be a god when you wake up; you will be a mortal because you must vanquish the threat as a mortal first. You won't get your wings until after your Becoming and some other minor stuff like your new facial features. But all the training you do here will affect your body. When you awake it should take about a month for it to build up."
"What do you mean training?"
"As you were not born here you were not bestowed the knowledge of the gods. So your going to have to do it the hard way, but don't worry it will all come naturally. Plus were going to get you trained up in magic as well, we can't have you weak when you return to your mortal body. So were going to enhance your magic and send you to Magus to train. That's all in good time though as your training starts here and you need some time to think. There's something else we need to discuss but we will wait for 'tomorrow' as you call it. We don't really have a distinct time, or days around here"
Harry stood up, understanding that the meeting was over. He spread out his wings wanting to go for a test flight. Before he took off he asked one last question that had been nagging at him.
"Whose blood is the Nectar of Mortals?"
"Kronos transformed the blood of a mortal man by the name of Thelete Serpus. I believe you know his descendant. He likes to go by the name of Lord Voldemort."
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