The Aether is a quiet place. As a vast, endless expanse of pure magic broken only by the brief existences known as planes, there was little which could disturb its peace. Thus, when a sound, born of such primal fear and pain it left a chill in the bones of all who heard it, swept across the Blind Eternities, many took note. In one corner of existence, lost amid a forest of diseased trees that writhed with a viscous black oil, the great steel golem paused in its destruction of the plague. Elsewhere, trapped within the throes of folding and shifting time, an ancient dragon awoke, its long slumber finally ended. Another, almost the mirror image of the first, grinned viscerally as an ancient plan began to ripen. And finally, deep within the depths of Aether, where not even the brightest of sparks dared to burn, a twisted angel cackled.

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Thor blinked as he settled from Loki's teleportation spell, taking in a familiar sight for the first time in centuries. "I thought we were to be going to this… 'Ministry of Magic.'" He said, casting his brother a curious glance. "While it is pleasant to visit Hogwarts after so long, I was under the impression we were in a hurry." For a second, Loki didn't answer, his emerald eyes scanning the castle grounds around them as if looking for threats, before finally turning them to Thor.

"It would be a waste of time."The younger brother finally stated, before moving towards the castle, walking briskly. Thor kept up with him easily, listening as Loki continued. "More than likely, My daughter's information is several hours late, at the very least, and I imagine that for a Hogwarts Headmaster, if that position retains any of the political power it once did, securing a simple trial that should already have been granted would be child's play."Thor took a moment to think, then nodded. That certainly made sense. But…

"Why are we here then?" He asked, looking at Loki out of the corner of his eye. Thor's brother was tense, muscles coiled with a nervous anger that baffled the blonde asgardian. By all rights the man should have been overjoyed at the discovery of his daughter, even with the difficulties it entailed. What reason would he have for rage?

"We are here, brother," Loki finally answered as they ascended the steps to Hogwarts' great door. "Because I discreetly conducted several examinations upon Hariel last night as she slept. Her home life was not what one would call pleasant, and I wished to ascertain if there was any permanent damage." He paused for a moment, hand resting upon the door. "What I found was… disconcerting. I have come here for answers." Thor frowned, frustrated at the vague answer, but knew better than to press. When Loki was like this, it was better to simply follow along and find his answers through observation.

With a loud creak, Hogwarts' entrance sung open, the great oaken door otherwise silent as it glided across the stone floor. For a short moment, Thor allowed himself to marvel at the inside. It had been many years since his last visit to the castle, and he was admittedly eager to see how much it had changed. His attention was quickly drawn away, however, by a low voice, ancient in pitch but with a tremendous weight of power in its timber.

"Who are you, intruders, to dare trespass in these hallowed halls?" The speaker, Thor found as his eyes were drawn to the base of the Grand staircase, was an old man, wrinkled with age but standing tall and proud as he faced the two Asgardians. Hair as silvery white as the moonlit tundras on jotunheim cascaded from his head and cheek to a great length, and resplendent robes of midnight blue draped his thin-but-strong form. The aura about him crackled with power and authority the Asgardian prince had found uncommon among mortals, though one which paled before Thor's and Loki's. This must be the Headmaster, Dumbledore, if Thor remembered correctly.

For a long second, the three men stood still within the hall, none speaking. Thor found himself impressed with the old man. He did not flinch, even as both the brothers released their powers. In an instant, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and incense, their aura's blazing around them. Dumbledore's, on any other scale a vast and mighty thing matched only by a few, paled in comparison to their godly visages, blessed by storm and magic. It would not do for them to be challenged in their own creation.

"We, dear headmaster," Loki's voice was quiet as it slithered across the hall like a poisonous serpent, filled with threat and promise, "are no trespassers." There was a long silence as Dumbledore continued to scrutinize them, the scent of challenge still sharp in his every feature. Then, finally, the ancient man relaxed, and released his grip on his magic, breathing quietly as Loki and Thor did the same.

"So it is true." He said, a wizened hand reaching up to stroke his beard. "I had always wondered at the stories of how Hogwarts came to be."There was a twinkle in Dumbledore's eye now as he looked down at them, with no trace of the hostility which had previously wreathed him like a blanket. For some reason, as Thor watched his brother step forward in response, it felt vaguely as if he were before his own father.

"That may be so." The younger Asgardian stated, fixing Dumbledore with an icy glare. "But we are not here to discuss history. My brother and I have come for answers." Dumbledore, seemingly oblivious to the anger in Loki's voice, smiled, bowing low as he did so.

"Of course, my lords. It is always the great pleasure of Hogwarts and its staff to accommodate any with need, as I am sure you know well. I must ask, however," The old man paused, a small frown appearing on his face. "What manner of information do you seek?"

"Hariel Potter." Loki's face was cold as ice when he answered, but to Dumbledore's credit, his only reaction to the name was a slight pronunciation of his frown.

"Perhaps, then," The ancient wizard said, "We should continue this in my office." Loki nodded tightly, and as Dumbledore turned to ascend the great staircase, glanced sideways to Thor, who gave his own nod. The blonde warrior would follow his brother's lead on this.

It was a long, winding path through the castle's halls to reach the Headmaster's office, but one well tread by each of the they walked, Thor allowed his gaze to wander among the many portraits, statues, and nooks and crannies they passed. Hogwarts was much as he remembered it, though there were a few differences. Many more portraits lined the halls for one thing, added piece by piece over the centuries, but occupants of the newcomers managed to show the same respect as their older brethren at the Asgardians' passage. Certain rooms had also shifted over the years, from storage room, to classroom, to any of a dozen other purposes. What surprised Thor the most, however, was the castle herself. When last he had known her, Hogwarts was relatively young. Perhaps a couple of centuries old at most, in a land dotted with ruins and settlements that had been survived millenia, and still owned by the ancient magics. Now, however, her bones creaked with age, a thousand years and more weighing on the ancient and weathered stones. The very air burned with magic and power to those who could sense it, the legacy of Hogwarts' long and storied past.

"Lemon drop?" Dumbledore offered once they had finally arrived in his office, the old man easily lowering himself into the large high-backed chair behind his desk. Both of the brothers declined as they took their own seats. The wizard sighed in exasperation, but lowered the candies back into their spot. For a short second, he closed his eyes, seeming to gather his thoughts, and when he opened them, their was no trace of the grandfatherly twinkle fro the Great hall. "I suppose we ought to get to business, then."

"Yes, let's." Not for the first time, Thor winced as he heard the venom in Loki's voice. This would not end well. "Why don't you start by explaining why young Hariel's magical core was layered in so many bindings it more closely resembled a roll of gauze, and what exactly led to them being shattered in the manner they were?" Dumbledore met Loki's eye for a moment, before loosing a long sigh, even as Thor sucked in a sharp breath. He knew about magical bindings, theoretically, of course. A direct restraint upon one's core, they were dangerous things to use on even a full-grown adult without complications, let alone a child. In fact, they were all but banned in Asgard except in the direst of situations, and even then only the most skilled healers were allowed to place them. Breaking one, even properly, was even more dangerous as it could shatter the core itself, and from the way Loki said it, Thor knew these bindings had not fallen peacefully.

"I will take that, then, to mean you are the ones responsible for her disappearance?" Dumbledore asked finally, flinching for the first time as Loki gave a sharp nod. Only Thor's hand on his brother's arm kept the seething prince from smiting the man there and then. "Your answer then, Loki of Asgard, is that I placed the bindings upon Harry's core in order to preserve her sanity, as well as the lives of everyone around her." Under Thor's hand, he could feel Loki freeze.

"Explain." At the quiet demand, Dumbledore sighed, steepling his hands before him and settling his periwinkle blue eyes solely on Loki..

"In all the lore I have ever read, Mr. Odinson, you are considered to be an expert in magic beyond any mortal standards, and have had over a thousand years to study the subject. In all that time, have you ever come across the term 'Obscurus'?" There was the slightest pause, not even a fraction of a second, but Thor saw it as fear flickered in Loki's eyes.

"Once or twice, yes." The dark haired asgardian answered slowly, focus sharp as a knife as he met Dumbeldore's eyes with his own emerald ones. "Do you mean to suggest Hariel is one?" The ancient wizard shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, but before he could, Thor cut in, curiosity overwhelming him.

"What is an Obscurus, brother?" Loki's eyes flickered to his brother, but he didn't answer. Instead, Dumbledore picked up the slack.

"An Obscurus, Lord Thor, is a being of pure magic and rage. They come into being when a young witch or wizard forcefully suppresses their magic, causing it to grow and become unstable until they are consumed by their own power." For a mere moment, Thor felt oddly amused as nostalgia for his long-past schooling days filled him, but the sensation was wiped away a second later as the seriousness of the situation hit him. If Dumbledore was suggesting something similar had occurred to Thor's newly-discovered niece, then there would be Hel to pay.

"And this has what to do with Harry?" He asked, his own voice uncharacteristically quiet as rage boiled in his veins. Thankfully, Dumbledore answered quickly, even as there was a sudden roll of thunder in the distance.

"Miss Potter is fine now, I assure , such was not the case when she first came to Hogwarts." The white-haired man paused, fixing his piercing gaze once again on Loki, who was still stiff. "She was not quite an Obscurus, still retaining her sanity as she did, but young Hariel's core was deeply unstable. I feared that if I did not act when I did, it would not be long before such a transition did occur. The first binding was only meant to stabilise her, before being carefully removed.

"And what, Loki ground out after a short pause, "changed? I found signs of at least a dozen extraordinary bindings, and that was after whatever completely obliterated them." Again, Dumbledore sighed, seeming to slump down in his chair.

"I miscalculated." The old man answered simply, finally showing his age as he closed his eyes wearily. "Within two months of placing the first binding, I was forced to act again as Miss Potter's core continued to destabilize and grow at a terrifying rate. Then again, and again. By the time finally stabilized fully, it was the end of her third year, and even then her core continued to grow at an astounding rate, one which would have been impossible for her to control naturally. At best, she may have laid ruin to entire sections of the castle with even the slightest provocation."

"IT was that bad?" Thor asked, eyes wide. Never had Loki done anything like that, even in his youth. Was the god of magic's daughter even more powerful than him?"

"Worse." Dumbledore answered bluntly. "I once knew an obscurus to lay waste to the majority of manhattan singlehandedly. Hariel, I fear, would have devastated half of Britain, with the potential for more destruction were Obscurials known for rational thought."

"That... is not a comforting thought." Dumbledore smiled grimly.

"No, it was not. At the time, it baffled me that she would have such extreme magical power. Now, however, I believe it may be an effect of her lineage." In an instant, both Asgardian princes narrowed their eyes at Dumbledore as his words registered.

"What do you know, old man?" Loki asked, tone soft and dangerous as a viper's hiss. The headmaster's response was merely to widen his eyes and spread his hands innocently, though Thor could once again see the sparkle in his eye.

"Why, I merely meant to comment on how much like her father young miss Potter appears." It was only when Loki rose, his seat rocketing back to crash against the wall, that Dumbledore's teasing smile fell and he raised his hands. "Peace, Odinson. Lily told me the moment she learned she was pregnant. And Harry's asgardian blood is not the only culprit at work here." The statement stopped Loki in his tracks.

"What do you mean?" He asked, speaking in the same tone as before. Dumbledore, for his part, remained stony face, even as Thor moved to lay a hand on his brother's arm in an attempt to calm him. It was not a common occurrence. Usually Loki was the reasonable one.

"I have long suspected that Lily Potter-nee-Evans was not entirely human. I know not what eldritch race's blood she carried, which now lives on in Hariel, but there were several instances that belied both their natures. What truly caught my attention, however, was something our healer, Madame Pomfrey, noticed at the end of last year when examining Miss Potter."

"Why was my niece being examined?" Thor cut in, and Dumbledore offered him a sad smile.

"Miss Potter has a tendency to find herself in rather harmful situations. Something I imagine she inherited from her uncle." Thor flinched at the backhanded comment, anger evaporating into embarrassment as Dumbledore continued. "You are right to be concerned, however. This incident was vastly different from the previous ones. Not only was it somehow the cause my bindings upon her core being broken in an exceedingly violent manner, but it also resulted in the Dark Lord Voldemort being resurrected."Silence descended as both Loki's and Thor's attentions snapped to Dumbledore.

"I have heard that name." Loki said finally, emerald eyes burning with an odd light that made Thor tense.

"Most likely, yes." Dumbledore answered, nodding. "But there will be plenty of time to discuss him later. As I was saying before, however, there was a mysterious change to Hariel's physiology at the end of last school year, one which I imagine you may find interesting. It would seem she has grown wings." Again, silence reigned, but this time, it was one born of incredulity rather than surprise and confusion.

"Wings?" Thor finally asked after several long moments, his voice understandably filled with confusion. "But I did not see an…"

"You would not have." Dumbledore interrupted, a slight smile appearing on his face. "They are still in the process of growing. I doubt Hariel herself has noticed. It is only because Pomfrey noticed the sudden change in her skeletal structure that I am aware at all."

"I have never heard of anything that could invoke such a change." Loki stated, frowning slightly as he finally returned to his seat. Thor followed, wearing his own frown.

"I believe it may have something to do with the ritual Miss Potter was forced to partake in." Dumbledore explained. "Something happened that kickstarted the hidden genes locked within her DNA, bringing both her asgardian blood and this other lineage into play, or at least more than the latent magical power they had already been granting her." Both Thor and Loki nodded at this. Asgardians had long since known about genetics, and ones imbued with magic did have a possibility of such occurrences. The only question was, what could possibly have been the catalyst for the change? It was only when Dumbledore answered that Thor realized he had been thinking aloud.

"I am not certain of the direct cause, but there are several clues as to what may have occurred. Firstly, there is Hariel's own magical core. Beyond even the snapping of her bonds, which had already been repressing a great deal of her magical prowess, it would seem your niece's core has expanded several times over to quite a phenomenal size." The headmaster paused when Loki hummed thoughtfully, nodding.

"I had noticed that, yes. It almost rivals my own in sheer magical power, a point which did not occur until my late thirties, at the latest."

"It is certainly astounding." Dumbledore agreed. "And an important part of the puzzle. I have also managed to piece together at least some of the ritual Voldemort used to resurrect himself. According to Miss Potter, it was at the exact moment of completion that she felt a change. According to her, it felt 'like I was being torn to shreds and then snapped back together again with a billion rubber bands.'" Another silence descended, contemplative this time, before finally Loki let out a sound of irritation.

"It matters not. What I am more worried about is this Dark Lord you keep mentioning." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, before sighing, and nodding. There would be little point in delaying the explanation, and Loki would be best equipped to keep Hariel safe if he was knowledgeable of the threat against her.

"Very well then. Let me tell you a tale of a man named Tom Riddle…"

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Hariel sighed quietly as she slid the window closed and stepped back into empty space. Air whistled past her ears for half a second, before she landed, what little breath she had left rushing from her lungs with the impact. A second later, however, the raven-haired girl was bouncing back to the balls of her feet, before setting off across the roof she had landed on. It was a tall one, large enough to loom just under the window to her bedroom in Avenger's Tower. She had almost been ecstatic when she realised it was there.

Now, Harry wasn't running away or anything, much as it may have appeared so. In fact, the young girl was quite happy with Avenger's Tower so far, though few of its occupants beyond her father, uncle, and Tony had actually interacted with her yet. It was just so liberating, to finally be free of the Dursley's, and quite possibly permanently, not to mention the warm and welcoming atmosphere that the tower almost seemed to have seeped into it very foundation. None of that, however, had any bearing on her midnight jaunt.

It had started when Thor and Loki came home from their supposed trip to the Ministry of Magic, acting extraordinarily irritated. All Hariel had gotten was a distracted greeting before the two locked themselves in her father's rooms and failed to come out all day. This had made her nervous, and the strange buzzing energy refused to leave her, even as she lay awake in bed. Thus, Hariel decided to take a midnight stroll. As she struggled to find a way to leave without alarming anyone, she noticed a small electric latch on the window. One thought led to another, and a short burst of raw magic later, she was free.

It didn't take long before Hariel had made her way down to street level, and found herself wandering amid the crowds. It was strange, she thought. How were there so many people out at this hour that it almost felt like the day she had arrived with Loki? Now she understood why New York was called the city that never sleeps.

Hariel scratched at a small itch on her back as she walked, musing over the last few days. It almost seemed like a dream come true, learning Loki was her father. She had a family that actually loved her, what might be a friend in Tony, and the possibility of even more with the rest of the team. Admittedly, realizing her father had gone on a murderous rampage which destroyed a good chunk of one of the largest cities in the world wasn't exactly ideal, but the knowledge that he had been brainwashed made it easier to handle. Not to mention, none of the Avenger's were liable to treat her as anything special even if they did know of her fame. It would be a tad hypocritical if they did, after all.

Suddenly, Harry was broken out of her thoguhts as she spotted a face in the crowd that seeemed oddly familiar. A minute later, she saw it again, accompanied with two more. Three blondes, all of which appeared to be following her. The ravenette stumbled slightly as they drew abit closer in the crowd, giving her a better look. The three men were older than her, by a lot, but even she had to admit they were utterly gorgeous, and were staring at Harry like she was a piece of meat.

Run. The thought rang through her mind like a bell, more instinct than word. There was something about the three men's gazes that stuck her as odd. It wasn't the usual of hunger, the kind she had been warned against by female teachers and classmates, but more of a literal kind, like she actually was a hunk of meat, and they were starving lions stalking their prey. Carefully, she increased her speed, weaving and ducking through the crowds with an expertise gained from four years of traversing the halls of Hogwarts. Even as she did so, however, the men followed, using their stunning looks and great height to instead scythe a path through. Within minutes, Hariel was breathing hard, moving at nearly an all-out run as she abandoned subtlety. Something told her these men wouldn't care about grabbing her in the street; It wouldn't be difficult to conceal a scene in the bustling crowd.

Harry didn't think as she ducked into the shadowed alleyway, too focused on her pursuers to notice the brick wall at its end. Only after stumbling several steps in and collapsing to her knees did she realize she had trapped herself. Even worse, the three blondes appeared at the mouth of the alley seconds later, each wearing a vicious grin as they stalked towards the young girl. She backed away slowly, pushing herself back to her feet as she did so, until her back hit the wall.

"Fuck." She breathed as they fanned out, surrounding her, fearing slowly spreading icily through her body. For a short moment, she glanced around, looking for some way out, until suddenly a rough hand grabbed her chin, turning her face to stare into the crystal blue eyes of the center man.

"Well, aren't you a pretty one." The voice was like velvet as it purred into her ear, and Harry fought to keep herself from relaxing into it. "So strong and delicious." The man leaned in as his cronies laughed, before sniffing deeply. "I'm going to enjoy devouring you."

Somehow, those words broke Hariel out of whatever spell she was in as an image flashed into her mind, of tangled hair and deep brown eyes. The thought was accompanied with pain, a rejection that burned at the back of her throat and brought tears to her eyes, but it gave her strength as well. What the hell am I thinking. These bastards aren't even my type!

"Sorry," She managed to say, a small smirk twisting her lips. "I don't swing that way." One knee shot up like a rocket, slamming into the man's groin. He reeled back, shock and pain crossing his features, and in an instant Hariel slid her wand from its holster. She pointed it at him, a curse on her tongue… only for him to explode into dust a half-second before she could cast it.

For an instant, Hariel could only blink at the blank space where the blonde man had just stood, before her mind finally caught up with her and she looked up to find another, much larger man directly behind it. As she stared at him, however, her mind blanked once again.

Holy Merlin, Morgana, and… and… never mind, I'm not even going to try. If she had thought the blonde men were gorgeous, then she must have been blind, because this newcomer blew them all away. Even with his eyes covered by opaque black sunglasses and his hair obviously dyed to a dark purple, the sheer masculinity on display was more than enough to make Harry rethink her previous quip. Standing almost seven feet tall, he was built like an apex predator and possessed perfectly sculpted features that matched his deadly grin.

"Sorry boys. This one's not on the menu tonight." Even as the man blurred into action, driving a sword still covered in the ashes of its previous victim into another of the blonde Hariel remained still, too shocked by his sudden appearance to react. More than that, however, she was struck by the lethal grace with which he moved, catching the last blonde's arm as he threw a punch, before impaling him as well. Every action, every bunching of the muscles, spoke of year- no, decades of experience that he shouldn't have with his face. In fact, when she leaned in slightly to get a closer look as the man turned back to her, that same easy grin on his lips, his features seemed almost to ripple…

"Holy fuck." The words, while not necessarily dignified, were well-justified, Hariel thought. After all, it wasn't every day you saw a man with blue skin, horns, and black lips. Granted, it wasn't the worst she had seen, but still. He could give a girl some warning first.

"I know I'm good-looking, but I'm sure it's not that amazing." The man, seemingly unaware of the fact that he now had a really bad case of hypothermia, teased, leaning on his sword. Harry, surprise snapped by the sound of his voice, raised a questioning eyebrow, before leaning back against the brick wall. Alright, if he wanted to play it that way…

"Actually, blue skin doesn't really suit you. Maybe try green next time?" As she had been half-expecting, the man froze, and she had the sensation of a piercing gaze settling on her from behind his sunglasses.

"What did you say?" He asked, his previously soft voice suddenly very dangerous. Harry shivered as the air crackled with ozone and the feeling of power oozed off the man. It was a vicious and deadly aura, one which gave Hariel the feeling of being a fluffy bunny rabbit trying to stare down a tiger. She pushed the feeling away, however. She had seen far worse.

"You heard me. Or is it too high up there?" For a short second Hariel wondered if she had stepped too far as the feeling of power sharpened like a razor's edge at her throat. She stood her ground, however, and suddenly the feeling faded.

"So you can see me." The man said quietly, and Harry nodded.

"Kinda hard to miss the horns and black lips. Other than that though, I would suggest getting a space heater or something." The guy's eyebrows shot up behind his glasses, his entire face twisting into surprise.

"And here I thought Nick was the weirdest person I'd ever meet." He muttered finally with a short chuckle, and Harry felt a smirk inching onto her face as she shrugged.

"No idea who that is, but trust me, I've seen worse. Now, if you didn't have a nose, then I'd already be running for the hills." A long moment of silence descended, with the man staring at Harry until she almost felt uncomfortable, before he sighed and shook his head. She thought she heard him mutter something like "Dear gods there's two of them." Before he offered her an exceedingly large hand.

"My name's Acheron Parthenopaeus, but you can call me Ash. Somehow, I think we're going to be good friends." Hariel glanced down at the proffered limb, before looking back up to him incredulously.

"So what, Some strange guy shows up and turns a few assholes-who, by the way, I could have taken- into dust, and then expects me to be his friend?" To his credit Ash winced slightly, but didn't lower the hand.

"No, some strange guy sees a girl walking around a city at night looking lonely and offers to keep her company. Not that kind," he clarified as she shot a dirty glance at the ash piles behind him. "Just a chance to hang out and deter anymore like them. Besides," He offered that easy grin again, just a hint of pointy white teeth flashing. "It's not often I get to meet someone who can see my true form and not scream like a little girl. Never, actually." Hariel hesitated. Was it really such a good idea to be around someone who had such little qualms about killing? Well actually that was a ridiculous question, but still. Unbidden, her eyes drifted back to the blonde's' remains, and her brow furrowed suddenly as something Ash had said stood out.

"You said more people like them. Did you mean rapists, or…"

"Daimons." Ash cut her off, shaking his head. "Trust me, what they were about to do to you is probably worse than anything you could imagine."

"What, like eat my soul?" She asked with a snort, only to pause as he coughed.

"I stand corrected." Harry's brows shot upwards as the meaning of those words hit her, and she looked back to the ashes.

"Well shit. Now I have to take your offer." Like a whip she grabbed his hand and started shaking it, even as she marveled at how warm it was; Almost like a big teddy bear, actually. After a few seconds she released it, finally offering Ash a warm smile. "I don't think I ever gave you my name. I'm Hariel Potter, but I guess since we're going to be friend's and all, you can just call me Harry." Giving her a nod, the large man smiled.

"Well then Harry," He said, looping one arm in hers, "Let's go have some fun."

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Alright, that is done! So, it seems about a month a chapter is going to be the norm for this thing, but I will be trying to speed it up if I can. Regardless, however, the first thing I want to do is apologize if the Loki/Thor/Dumbledore scene feels a bit lackluster. I was having a lot of difficulty just getting it to work, so be glad for what you have. Also, I should apologize for the somewhat shorter chapter, but it felt like a good place to stop and I figure if I tried to add another scene it would probably go too long.

Now, for reviews! Alright, so a good deal of you guessed that yes, Hermione is a half-blood. I am surprised, however, that so few guessed who her godly parent is. Obviously, it's not Athena, but there is another fairly good choice considering what she is. Come on, it's not that hard;) Anyways, And for those of you wanting pairings, here I present to you candidate number one! Also, for those of you wondering, Hariel is bi, but tending towards lesbian. Don't ask why, I just find it more interesting to write lesbian stories, and I wanted to keep her options open. Ash is, however, one of the characters I have considered, and while not exactly ahead in the running, still an intriguing chioce, especially to those of you who recognize him. Now, one final thing, a guest reviewer asked about Loki's lack of reaction to Dudley's… comment, in the first chapter. The explanation for that is that he was too far away while on the tree to hear exactly what was said. For all he knows, Dudley just insulted her or something, and Harry's obviously not going to tell.

Alright, that should be everything for now. Don't forget to Review, I love hearing from you! See ya!