DISCLAIMER: I only wish I owned this! Anything you may recognize belongs to JK Rowling, and I ain't makin' a dime off of this. Wish I was though, and then maybe I could move out of this spacious cardboard box, lol!

A/N: Well, here's the first chapter of the Of Gods and Mortals trilogy. This story is going to be rather short as there isn't going to be any battles and Harry is just going to be working on learning potions so there really isn't much that needs to be done. I did want him to get to know what his parents were like somewhat, but he won't quite know it at the time. Some of you may question how I'm going to pull that off, well, you'll just have to wait and see, lol.

Second Disclaimer: Any similarity to any other story, other than Harry Potter, is purely circumstantial and is not intended. All characters you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling.

"Phoenixus" when it isn't thoughts or dream sequence

"Atlantian"

Chapter 1: Of Arrivals, Problems, and Solutions

With a flash of light Harry and Eliz were deposited on the ground just outside of Hogsmeade village, and luckily none of the villagers had noticed their unusual appearance. Harry quickly cast a disillusionment charm on Eliz so nobody would question why he had an unconscious woman with him and began walking his way into town to try and find an inn where they could stay at until she was awake and ready. Making his way through the Wizarding town he let his mind take in how little things had changed from the times of Atlantis. Unfortunately the fashion of robes had never died out so he was stuck with those, but on the upside at least he had plenty of them. He past by the Hogs Head due to the patrons that were coming out of it, he didn't quite trust the looks of the place, and walked a little further down the road until he came to The Three Broomsticks. Walking in he scouted the place for the barmaid or someone who could either rent him a room or point him in the direction of a place he could get a decent room.

"Can I help you sir," a young woman asked coming from the backroom while wiping her hands.

"Yes please, I am looking for a place to stay for the evening I was wondering if you would be able to help me," Harry asked.

"Of course sir," she replied.

"Please, call me Harry," he interjected getting sick of being called sir.

"Then I insist you call me Rosmerta," she replied with a kind smile, "We have a few rooms available right now so it wouldn't be a problem to set you up with one. How long would you be needing one for?"

"Most likely just for the night, but it could be longer," he responded trying to think of how long he was out when he originally turned up in Atlantis.

"That should'na be a problem. The fee is two galleons per night, due upon final checkout," she told him.

"That should be fine," he told her while mentally panicking. He had completely forgotten about the money issue. He didn't know where he was going to come up with the money to sustain them while he was in this time, but he knew he would have to figure something out before they checked out.

"Room 4 is yours, just up those stairs on the right hand side. You can't miss it," she instructed while pointing to the stairs.

"Thank you Rosmerta," he told her.

"Would you be needin' anythin' else," she asked.

"Not at this time, but if I do I'll be sure to come down," he replied before guiding Eliz up the stairs ahead of him to the room and setting her down on the bed after removing the disillusionment charm. Tucking her in he began to run his fingers absentmindedly through her hair as he tried to think of a way that he could come up with the money to pay for the room and the supplies that they would need. All he had was a knut from Atlantis, and he didn't even know if that was the same currency as here! Then again, he did notice that when he had gone through his trunk before leaving that Timeus had sent his previous garments back which meant that he had his wallet. He didn't have many pounds, but if he could find someplace to exchange the pounds into galleons then he could at least pay for tonight.

He pulled out their trunks and returned them to their proper size before opening his up to make sure he had seen things properly. He completely dumped out the first compartment of the trunk which consisted of all of his clothes and began rummaging through it all; tossing all the things that didn't match what he was looking for to one side of the room. He finally came to a pair of faded blue jeans and nearly shouted for joy, but that joy was short lasted when he checked all the pockets and didn't find his wallet, it was only then that he remembered that the doctors had told him that they hadn't found any identification on him. With a quick wave of his hand all of his clothing began to repack itself into his trunk and he dejectedly sat himself back down on the bed next to Eliz where he looked forlornly down at the woman he loved. He knew that he needed to come up with something because there was no way that he would let her live on the streets. It was okay for him to do it, but not her.

"Timeus, next time you send me somewhere, make sure I have money," Harry said bitterly looking towards the ceiling. The only consolation he had was the fact that they could conjure the food that they would need so that they wouldn't starve. They wouldn't be able to survive more than a couple weeks on conjured food, but it would help them to get by. That was the biggest drawback to magicked food, unless you knew the proper charms to make the food properly edible and remove all traces of magic you were only able to eat it for so long before it would become a poison. More than two weeks on conjured or transfigured food was basically a death sentence. The only ones who knew the proper charms were house elves and that was the one secret that they wouldn't ever tell their masters. It was about that time in his musings when he felt Eliz stirring he was broken out of his dark thoughts and worries by his concern for her welfare.

"How are you feeling Eliz," he asked softly.

"A little tired, but other than that I'm feeling fine," she responded with a smile. She loved waking up to the site of him, it was something she hadn't gotten used to and each time it happened she felt truly blessed that he had shown up in her life.

"That's good, do you want to sleep a little bit longer," he asked.

"Maybe later," she replied before giving him a coy smile, "Don't you need to teach me English?"

"Would you like me to use the spell," Harry asked.

"It would be easier."

"Then relax and get ready for the pain, I wish it wasn't painful, but I can't help that," he told her before resting his hand on her forehead. He concentrated on the English language before pushing his power into the spell while saying 'Laginatore!' Luckily she was already on the bed because she felt the pain and dizziness hit her as the knowledge rushed into her head while her mind assimilated the knowledge. She felt her body being moved but couldn't concentrate on that as her head was spinning and it felt as if a herd of hippogriffs had made their way home in her head and were currently living it up. When the feeling finally passed she opened her eyes to find that Harry had moved her head into his lap and was looking down at her with unshed tears in his eyes looking quite worried.

"I'm alright Harry, don't worry," she told him.

"I can't help but worry, I didn't want to hurt you," he replied.

"Don't worry about it love, I knew what was going to happen. It's not the first time that I've had that spell cast on me, but it's the first time that someone has taken such good care of me during the after-effects," she told him lovingly while she reached up and wiped away one of the tears that had rebelled and streaked down his face.

"We do have a slight problem," he told her with trepidation.

"What is it," she asked.

"We don't have any money. I got us a room at a local inn until you woke up, but we have no way to pay for it," he replied.

"What if we copy one of the texts and sell it? I'm sure that there is a book store in one of the Wizarding districts that will pay top dollar for one of those tomes, and on top of that, they're all in Atlantian. It's not like they'll be able to translate them so you won't have to worry about changing time because for any of the translation spells to work on the written language the person needs to know at least some of the language," she told him soothingly. Harry thought about it for a minute before agreeing.

"First we need to find out where there is a Wizarding district so we can pawn off one of the books though," he reminded her as he brushed an errant lock of her hair out of her face.

"Why don't we just rest for now and we can do that tomorrow," she asked. He agreed and they got comfortable for the evening before dropping off into a peaceful slumber.

(Break)

The next morning, after some well place invisibility charms and eavesdropping, they learned of Diagon Alley where they would most likely be able to sell the book since Harry hadn't seen any major book shops in Hogsmeade when he arrived. The only question was how to get there, and do it without seeming suspicious. They had also heard word of dark times coming. There was an up-and-coming Dark Lord who was trying to gain supporters and was attacking Muggle-born wizards and witches. So far the Aurors, who they had assumed were the equivalent of the Royal Guard, were doing their best to contain the threat but weren't getting too far due to the strength of the enemy. The only thing that kept Harry from joining the fighting was what Timeus told him before sending him forward in time, that he would not be fighting here but he would be here to learn only, somehow he knew that when he returned home he would be taking up this war and helping to finish it.

After they garnered all the intelligence they felt they could they returned to their room to pick a book or two to copy so they could sell them when they eventually found Diagon Alley. They chose an older potions book and a charms book to sell since potions were most likely forgotten and charms were often renovated past their original purpose and then the original spell is lost. Transfiguration was one of the only branches of magic where things tended to remain how it was, even though they were willing to bet a lot of the spells were still lost. Harry sent a note down to Rosmerta letting her know that he would be staying a few more nights so they wouldn't have any trouble getting to Diagon Alley and coming up with the funds to pay for the room that they were staying in.

"Harry, do you remember that transportation system they were working on right before we left," Eliz asked.

"You mean the one through the fire with the powder? I think they called it floo because of the floo in the fireplace, why," he asked.

"Maybe they have it here, if they do then all we have to do is get some powder and say 'Diagon Alley' and we're there," she reminded him. Due to her position in the military she was a little more privy to the details of such developments. She had told him about it because of their relationship, but being that he wasn't a fire Elemental he wasn't all that excited.

"Well, we can always find out," he responded dully. It's worth a shot, he thought grimly. He didn't like the thought of traveling by fire. He had bad memories of when his 'Uncle' had stuck his hand into a campfire when they were forced to bring him along because they couldn't find a babysitter. They recast their invisibility charms and walked downstairs silently hoping they could find out if floo powder had ever been perfected so they could get to Diagon Alley easily. They began looking around for anything that could tell them when they stumbled upon the answer.

Tucked away in an alcove by the door was a witch next to a tall fireplace with a sign next to her that said 'floo powder 3 knuts per pinch'. They sat and watched for a little while so they knew how it worked so they would be able to use it when they needed to. They heard enough people call out 'Diagon Alley' that they felt comfortable that all they needed to do was that. After about 30 minutes the witch put up a sign that said 'Be back in 5 minutes' and cast an Anti-Theft charm on the bowl of floo powder so nobody could come and take any while she was in the loo. Harry and Eliz took their chance, they had made sure to bring the books with them just in case, so they removed the charm just long enough to each grab a pinch before recasting the charm making sure to make the charm 'feel' exactly how it would have if they hadn't removed it. They both tossed in the powder, after removing the invisibility charms, and walked into the fireplace before calling out, "Diagon Alley!"

(Break)

They both fell tumbling out of the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron covered in soot and ash coughing up a storm due to never having traveled that way before. They quickly removed the soot and ash with a quick charm and followed an elderly couple out the back door when they overheard the shops they intended to visit. They noticed the brick wall and thought that they had made a mistake until they saw the old man tap a few bricks with his wand and the wall part revealing the shopping district that they had been looking for. Deciding to do their window shopping later they looked around until they saw a sign that said 'Flourish and Blott's Bookstore' and made a beeline for the entrance. When they entered they knew they had found the right place due to the shelves and mounds of new and old books that appeared before them. Making their way towards the counter they flagged down the nearest staff member. The boy, who appeared to be a couple years younger than Harry walked over with his nose in the air as if he was better than everyone.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you purchased older tomes," Harry enquired.

"We may, but it is up to one of the owners," the boy responded, "What could you possibly have that we would want to buy," he asked looking at their clothes with disdain. Harry laid a calming hand on Eliz's arm before she could retort because he knew whatever she would've said wasn't going to help matters. She had a real problem with people who acted high and mighty.

"I would prefer to speak to one of the owners about that, is one of them in," Harry asked coolly. The boy just glared at him before nodding and heading into the backroom to fetch someone. A few minutes later he returned with a jovial looking man in what appeared to be his late 40's. It looked as if this man never frowned, and did his best to make sure everyone around him also smiled.

"Young Theodore tells me that you enquired about our buying books," he asked politely.

"Yes Mister…" Harry replied fishing for a name.

"Ah, do forgive my rudeness. The name is Alexander Flourish, but please call me Alex, and may I please enquire as to your names?"

"Of course," Harry replied with a smile, "My name is Harry Samiz and this is my wife Eliz." He quickly conjured wedding bands on each of their ring fingers so they wouldn't be noticed, nothing fancy, but enough that the story wouldn't be questioned. Eliz didn't looked shocked at this for which he was grateful, but he knew he would have to explain himself later. "Please just call me Harry."

"Very good. Now Harry, might I see the books that you wish to sell our shop," Alex asked.

"Would it be possible to talk somewhere a little more private," Eliz asked looking around for any eavesdroppers. Harry subtly shook his head. It didn't matter that she was no longer working in the service of the King, she still acted as if a soldier sometimes.

"Of course, follow me lease," Alex responded before leading them into his office and directing them into two comfortable chairs across from his desk. His office was pretty much wall-to-wall books and it pretty much showed that books were his first and maybe only love in life.

"Here are the tomes that we are interested in selling you," Harry told him taking out the two books and removing the shrinking charms from them. He handed them over to Alex who nearly began to hyperventilate at the mere sight of them.

"Do you know what you have in your possession," he asked incredulously.

"What might that be," Eliz asked feigning confusion.

"These are two of the books from the lost Kingdom of Atlantis! I have been researching the Kingdom most of my life and none of the books have ever been recovered! The language isn't even known anymore, these books are priceless," he said nearly fainting. While he was drooling over the books Harry shot Eliz a quick smile at the foresight she had of getting the entire library copied. "Where on earth did you find these?"

"I found them in my Aunt's attic a few days ago. She recently passed away and I was cleaning out the house so I could sell the house to pay the final expenses. These were the only two books up there," Harry answered with a quick lie.

"Would you be willing to purchase them Alex," Eliz asked politely, but Harry could tell she was trying to hold back her laughter at Alex's reaction to the books. They were both wondering what would happen if they showed the man the library in the trunk.

"Are you kidding? Of course I'll buy them," he replied quickly, "Can you give me 10 minutes to figure out a fair price? I'll leave the books with you of course."

"Of course Alex," Harry replied watching the man literally hop out of the office. Harry and Eliz couldn't hold in their laughter anymore and broke down in mirth with tears pouring down their faces at the site of the man literally hopping in happiness out of his office. 10 minutes later he returned with another man who appeared about the same age as Alex, but didn't appear to be as flamboyantly happy as Alex.

"Alex tells me that you two have brought in two of the lost books of Atlantis and you wish to sell them, is this true," he asked with somewhat of a sneer.

"We had no idea what the books were when we brought them in, we are just trying to settle the estate of my Aunt so we can execute the will," Harry responded, "And may I ask your name sir?"

"Mr. Blott," he responded coldly.

"Well Mr. Blott," Eliz began, Eliz's response made his words sound warm and loving, "Are we able to sell these books in your establishment or should we find someone else that would be willing to purchase these books. Now that we know what they are we should be able to fetch quite a good price for them." She could tell that her words were not having a good affect on Alex who immediately dragged his partner out of the office. Harry took Eliz's hand in his and kissed the back of hers attempting to calm her down. A few minutes later Alex came back in, but this time he was thankfully alone.

"I must apologize for my partner, sometimes he forgets his manners," he apologized somewhat nervously.

"It's alright Alex," Harry told him, "Are you still interested in purchasing the books?"

"Yes I am, although I was hoping to get his help in buying them, but none the less I shall purchase them. I fire called my accountant and he informed me of how much I have available in ready cash at this time so let's get down to business," Alex immediately adopted a business like persona that amused the two somewhat after the behavior they had seen earlier.

"What's the offer," Harry asked.

"I am prepared to pay 500,000 galleons for the two books," Alex told them with a happy glint in his eyes.

"Alex, can I ask you a question," Harry asked.

"Of course."

"Are there currently any other investors in your shop," Harry asked.

"Not currently," Alex responded tentatively.

"What I'm proposing is this, 250,000 galleons for the two books and, assuming you have an equal partnership with Mr. Blott, 25 percent of the profits from the shop. The only requirement I would have is that you take the other 250,000 galleons as my investment capital and expand your shop. Branch out into maybe Hogsmeade and other areas you might not be at this time where your shops could be useful," Harry told him with an air of confidence that Eliz had only rarely seen him with.

"Would you want voting rights with your shares," Alex asked nervously. He had asked Bilius Blott about bringing in other partners so they could expand before and the idea was shot down because Alex was so easy to control.

"No, I just want a magical contract written up on the sale saying that you will follow through with the instructions. After that you would still have the voting rights of the shares," Harry told him sensing his nervousness.

"It's a deal, we should move to Gringott's to conclude our business as these types of contracts require a goblin as a witness, and we need to have the galleons transferred," Alex recommended. They quickly finished up business at the bank where Harry and Eliz opened a joint-account while Alex was flagging down a goblin. After everything was concluded they bid Alex goodbye and set out to do some serious shopping with money pouches heavy and some concealment spells changing their appearance so they wouldn't be recognized.

A/N: Well, that chapter kind of got away from me, lol. I didn't expect it to be nearly that long, but I kept running into problems like 'where are they going to get money?' and 'how are they going to get to Diagon Alley?' Oi, that was one big headache. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and I'll try to stay on time with the chapters. Most likely they won't be this long but will be the normal length from here on out. I promise nothing, lol!