When Hera disappeared completely, Harry went to his room and collapsed into the bed. He hadn't realized how tired he was until he sank into the bed and discovered that lifting his arm was a near impossible task. So with his ripped jeans, his sweat-filled, rumpled sweater, he fell into a well-deserved sleep.

The dream started off with him back at Hogwarts. Zoë was by his side, pointing at the different paintings along the walls. Hermione appeared from behind his back and began to explain each painting's significance and gave random facts that Harry could care less about. Someone nudged his left side and he turned to find Ron rolling his eyes at Hermione. Harry smiled and nodded, glad that they were on the same page.

The four of them were sitting in the Gryffindor common room relaxing. Harry assumed they were on their own time, as Hermione would never skip class unless something serious called for it. Fred and George entered the room, laughing with each other as they whizzed around an oddly familiar brown object. George took it from his twin and started to chase Ron around the room, not stopping until Hermione threatened to hex both of them.

Zoë and Harry shared a good laugh, which was cut off by the sound of someone choking. Harry looked at each face in the room and not one person seemed like they were in need of assistance. Still, the noise was loud and very real to Harry. He looked at his five friends but they did not seem to hear the disturbance. And if they did hear it, they weren't bothered by it.

"Harry..." The voice choked out, sounding very close to him, "Harry, help me..."

Quickly, Harry realized this was a voice from outside his dream and forced himself to wake up. At first the scene before him was blurry, although he knew he was in his room. But as soon as he had his glasses on, his mouth almost dropped open in shock. Cedric was in the doorway, choking a blue Hermione.

"Cedric!" Harry shouted, jumping off the bed, "Let go of her man!"

Cedric let go, Hermione collapsing to the floor. She took shallow breaths in rapid succession, trying to steady her racing heartbeat. Harry helped her up and edged them back to the bed, "Are you made mate?"

"Harry Potter and the mudblood girl," Cedric smirked in a cold way, "I really am lucky to have landed in such a perfect spot."

"Cedric, what are you talking about?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows, confused at his friendly upperclassmen's not-so friendly expression.

"Cedric?" He looked at himself in the mirror, "Ah yes, that is the name of this host body. A nice name. But I prefer Voldemort."

"No..." He stumbled back, his heart sinking as his dream from hours prior came back to him, "It can't be."

"It is," Voldemort raised Cedric's wand, verifying Harry's worst fears, "And I've come for you Potter. Bombarda Maximum!"

Harry's right hand quickly raised itself and cast a shield around Hermione and him at the last second. 'Thanks Ezra,' Harry acknowledged his other half, 'What would I do without you?'

'Probably be dead much earlier than this,' Ezra joked, 'I've kept you alive too many times for you to die now. Destroy this fool.'

'But that's Cedric's body he's using. Can't I save him?' Harry questioned.

'Remember the dream?' Ezra reminded him, 'How long do you think Voldemort's been in Cedric's body? Eris took over Hermione's and twenty minutes hadn't even passed before she was about to disappear. He's been in Cedric's body for at least six hours. I'm sorry but there's no hope.'

Before Harry could take this all in and think of some rebuttal, the debris subsided and they were once again on an equal platform. The room's walls had been blown to bits though and Harry was sure it wouldn't be long before campers surrounded the building. Voldemort didn't seem to have any intention of letting his deed take this long, as he shot an unknown spell at Harry.

With his arm around Hermione, they jumped down to the lower floor through a hole in the ground. "We have to get outside." Harry told Hermione, "There are injured people in here."

Hermione nodded, her lips bending into a frown, "I'm not dumb Harry, I understand that."

Harry smirked for a quick second, before he went back to seriousness, "Run for help. I don't care who it is. Tell them that Voldemort's at the Big House. I'll hold him off for as long as I~"

"Are you insane?" Hermione questioned, "You sound just like your father Harry! Except with us there's no baby I'm going to run away with. We fight together and we can take him!"

They ducked out of the Big House and jumped onto the grass, "He's not after you, alright? Just go get help. The cabins, you know where they are. If you go now, you can probably get Percy or Thalia back in time."

"Harry~"

"Hermione, go!" Harry pointed, not wanting her to spend another minute protesting. His attention was divided between the damaged Big House and her, as his eyes scanned for Voldemort.

"Gods you're such a~" She pursed her lips and kissed him quickly, "Whatever. Don't die Harry. You hear me?"

"I hear you," Harry stated, not wanting to jinx it and make it a long goodbye, "Go."

She ran off into the dark night, never looking back. Maybe out of worry that she would lose her resolve to leave him. Or maybe she wanted to prove she believed in him enough not to look over her shoulder. Whatever she had meant by it, Harry didn't have time to analyze it. Ce-Voldemort was up in the sky, looking down at Harry.

"Since you're after my life, think you can spare me one favor and tell me how this is possible?" Harry looked Voldemort up and down.

"Very well," Voldemort landed on the ground, "Do you believe there are any form of gods in our world?"

"No." Harry shook his head, "Otherwise they would've stopped you a long time ago."

Voldemort nodded, "That's what I believed. Until I learned of the Egyptian gods. They also~" Thunderstruck and Voldemort smirked, "I believe that's the King of the Greek gods warning me to go no further. Him coming here would be a big problem so I'll refrain from going on in the direction. Just know Potter, there is magic older than ours and much more powerful. Sa-Mir."

Harry felt like he was on fire. And not just his scar, like it usually burned when Voldemort was nearby, his whole body was burning up. A glance at his hand revealed strange symbols plastered all over. Harry rolled up his sleeves and revealed the symbols all over his arm and he was sure that if he unbuttoned his shirt right now, the symbols would be all over his body. Unable to bear the pain, Harry's knees gave out and he fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

"Yes," Voldemort chuckled in a raspy, snake-like way, "Much worse than the Cruciatus curse, isn't it? That's not all. I have much more in plan for you. Did you think I'd kill you as soon as I got the chance?"

"HARRY!" Thalia's booming voice shouted his name, "We've come to rescue you!"

"Seriously man!" Percy laughed loudly, "Can't you go a day without someone trying to kill you?"

'He's too strong.' Harry wanted to tell them, but the pain from the burns had not subsided. Even attempting to speak made them worsen. He gritted his teeth as he tried to rise. Voldemort cackled to himself, "Half-bloods, mudbloods and hosts. This will definitely go down in History."

Percy ignored Voldemort's blatant disregard of the situation and slid over to Harry, placing a hand on him, "What's wrong?" At Percy's touch, Harry yelped and fell back. Percy's eyes noticed the symbols and it didn't take him too long to put two and two together.

"Hold on Harry, hold on," Percy hovered his hand above and closed his eyes and recited an ancient prayer:

"I call upon Poseidon, god of the seas.

I ask that form this hand of mine, the floods of the ocean spring forth.

From the Pacific to the Arctic, may these waters be brought onto the one before me.

Hail Mighty Poseidon, lord of all the waters and oceans of the earth.

May the one who suffers, suffer no more and find peace and serenity at the touch of your water."

Ice cold water blasted out from his hands, negating the burning spell Voldemort had cast on Harry. The symbols faded away but Harry could steal feel their affects.

"We need a healer!" Percy called over his shoulder, staying with Harry.

"Absolutely splendid!" Voldemort shot a spell at Percy, who held his sword up in a last-ditch effort to defend them. Thalia's shield collided with the light green spell, which Harry recognized as the killing curse, before being zapped away.

"Who said you were allowed to have all the action?" Thalia grinned, calling the shield back to her with telekinesis, "I can't let you show me up." She pointed her spear at Voldemort and a bolt of lightning emitted from its tip, sending Voldemort flying back.

Lee ran over to Harry in the meanwhile, muttering prayers to Apollo as he placed his hands on him. Harry could feel the pain fading away at a rapid pace. Once LEe deemed him fit for battle, Percy and Thalia both took an arm and helped each other carry Harry out of the fray.

"Harry, who in Tartarus is that?" Annabeth questioned once he was by her side.

"That's Voldemort," Hermione answered, a grim look on her face, "I don't know how he got into Cedric's body or how we're gonna get him out, but he can hurt Harry now."

"Whoa," Percy stared at the robed Voldemort-in-Cedric's body, "The Dark Lord in the flesh. What the fuck are we supposed to do?"

"Language," Annabeth called him out, "For now, let's just get Harry to a safe place."

"No," Harry spoke up as he got to his feet, "He's my enemy. If anyone's going to beat him, it's going to be me."

"Well said Harry!" Voldemort shot another spell at him.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry countered, a red light shooting from the tip of his wand and collided with Voldemort's green spell. The two fought for dominance over the other and though Harry didn't want to admit it, he could tell he was losing.

"Don't give up," The voice was loud and clear, "I will not allow him to win."

"Curses!" Voldemort shouted, "Stay out of this Ra!"

"You dare to go against me?" Harry could feel strength pouring into him, "Taste death!" Harry lost control of his body. He was helpless to stop himself from diverting the blast into the woods.

'Ezra, what's happening?!' He asked his other half in a panicked voice as he attempted to move his arm. The effort was to no avail, as it seemed to have a mind of its own, 'Is this your doing?'

"It's not me!" Ezra told him, "Someone...something else is controlling you. Whoever this is, they're much stronger than me. I'm being blocked from intercepting. At least he's not on Voldemort's side."

Voldemort was stumbling on his feet as the entity controlling Harry's body bombarded him with spells. When Voldemort landed on his back after falling to a tripping spell, Harry watched as his legs stepped on Cedric's chest, holding the wand to his head.

"Your impudence has cost you your life; begone. Ha-di!" An explosion blew up in Harry's face and the last thing he remembered was a blinding green light being dispelled before he lost consciousness.

When Harry awoke, he knew immediately he was in the Poseidon cabin. The smell of salt water was too much for him not to recognize. As he sat up, he almost laid back down because of his pounding head.

"You're awake." Hermione was at the foot of his bed, sitting on a blue stool. Before he could greet her, she smothered him in a tight hug, not letting go for a good moment.

"I thought you had died," She whispered into his shoulder, her shoulders shaking as she held back tears. He held her tightly, rubbing her back in slow circular motions, "Don't you ever do something like that again."

"I'm sorry," He finally said as he pulled back, "I wasn't myself. During the fight, I couldn't even control my body. It was like I was trapped on a sofa, being forced to watch a show about myself. It felt horrible. As if a~"

She placed a finger to his lips, "I don't want that to happen to you again. I wish we could drop this subject all together but I have to tell you this," She took a deep breath, "Cedric is...Cedric is dead."

"No," Harry shook his head, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, "I got Voldemort out. Whatever was controlling me killed Voldemort. Cedric should be alive!"

"Chiron says that Voldemort managed to merge his conscious with Cedric's but once he saw that you could actually kill him, he left," Hermione explained, "Cedric died after."

"So does that mean..." Harry started to feel sick, holding his stomach, "I killed Cedric?"

"What? Gods no! Harry, something was controlling your body! It's not your fault!"

"Someone actually." The voice that had spoken before taking over Harry's body had reappeared. Behind Hermione a shadow emerged from the wall, turning into a tawny colored young man.

The man had short thick black hair which stopped at his chin. Said chin was covered in a light black stubble. The gold diadem on his forehead matched with the gold wrappings on his wrists and biceps, as well as the golden sandals which graced his feet. He was bare-chested, revealing an extremely fit figure. Around his waist was a medium-long white skirt and a weird cross thing happened to grace his neck.

"It's not a skirt, it's a shendyt. And the cross thing is actually an ankh," He corrected Harry, prying into his thoughts, "It symbolizes life."

"Who are you?" Harry questioned, standing up despite Hermione's apparent disapproval.

"I am the morning and the evening star. I am Ra, the god of the sun." He introduced himself, glowing orange for an added affect.

Hermione looked extremely confused, "But isn't Apollo the sun god?"

"Bah! These Greeks don't know what they're talking about!" Ra waved his hand, scrunching up his nose at the mention of Apollo, "We Egyptians are superior in every way."

Harry tightened his fist, remembering Cedric's death, "Why are you here?"

"I've come to give you a message from your deceased friend," Ra looked saddened, "Although I tried my best to bargain with Osiris, he would not allow your friend to return to the living world. He has given me his word however, that Cedric will remain unharmed."

"That's...that's great." Harry looked away, trying his best not to tear up. He felt Hermione's hand go over his and nodded, turning back to Ra. Tears could be shed later. He needed answers.

"Alright Ra, tell me everything you know," Harry demanded information from him, "Is there any way we can return to our world? And where did you come from?"

Ra held a hand up, "I'll start with the easiest one to explain. I have always been in this world, as the Olympians have been. The trouble with those upstarts is that they refuse to acknowledge I am much older than their parents or grandparents. Before there was this world, there was me. I am the sun."

"Wait a minute," Hermione spoke up, "I remember reading about you in the library. Myths sated that if you were ever destroyed the world would end. Is that true?"

Ra nodded, "I am the life force that sustains this planet. Now you go and see if anything would happen if Apollo died. Damn Greeks."

"What's with all the bad blood?" Harry forced himself to speak up, keeping his new demigod friends, "The Greeks aren't bad people."

"You say that because we have been able to separate ourselves. Back in the day they were a real pain in the ass. I can't count how many times we tried to conquer each other," Ra shook his head, obviously upsetting himself, "And that foolish boy Zeus...he's lucky I didn't use my full force and burn him to ashes."

"You fought Zeus?" Harry couldn't help but drop his mouth open, "And won?"

"Of course I won!" Ra bellowed, angry at Harry's shock, "That hot-headed bolt couldn't survive against the Sun. Never mess with Ra."

Something clicked in Harry's head and it took all his strength not to jump up and shout, "On the train heading West, I had thought Ezra was the on absorbing energy from the Sun. But really it was you."

Ra nodded, coming clean, "I had to use your body as a hiding place. Forgive me if my powers went a little haywire."

Harry shook his head, "It's fine. If you hadn't helped me, I don't know where I'd be right now."

"Probably six feet under," Ra joked, "But moving on, you wanted to return to your own world, is that right?"

"Yes," Hermione nodded, jumping into the conversation, "Do you know of a way?"

"No but I know of a god who knows of a way," Ra smiled at Hermione, "I shall consult Iah and see if the old man knows something. Until then, sit tight."

"I don't know..." Harry stared off, thinking of the future, "Sitting still never seems to work for me. No matter how hard I try, something forces me to move in the end."

"Then stay alive until we can meet again," Ra touched his shoulder before pulling back, "Sun God out." Ra disappeared in a burst of light, leaving Harry and Hermione blinking in an effort to negate the effects.

"What have we learned so far?" Harry asked, consulting Hermione, "I understand what he just said but I'm still..."

"I'll say it in a way that's easy for you to understand," Hermione sat on the bed, "Ra is the Egyptian god of the Sun and apparently stronger than Zeus. The Egyptian gods seems to have fought the Greek gods and won for some reason the Greek gods remain in power over the world. Ra is bitter about this but that doesn't stop him from helping us," Hermione paused, giving Harry a chance to soak everything in, "Apparently Voldemort has learned Egyptian magic from somewhere which means there may be something like Egyptian demigods. You were used as a host for Ra but when he had no need to hide he left, leaving you and Ezra to yourselves. Now he's saying he might be able to get us back to Hogwarts? Are you clear?"

Harry blinked twice. Not wanting to make Hermione start all over again, he nodded, "I get the idea."

"Good," Hermione let out a sigh of exhaustion, "The real question is what do we do next?"

"That's easy," Harry pulled Hermione to her feet, "Who's the centaur everyone usually goes to when they're confused?"

"Harry," Chiron greeted him with a surprised look on his face, "You're awake?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, "And we have a lot to talk about. May we come in?"

"Of course, of course," Chiron stepped aside, "Make yourselves comfortable. Is something wrong?"

Hermione and Harry exchanged looks, with Harry nodding for Hermione to explain since she was best when it came to making sense.

"Chiron, the thing that possessed Harry was an Egyptian God." Before Hermione could go on, Chiron locked the door, shut the blinds and held a finger to his lips, signaling them to shush.

"What's the problem?" Harry whispered, feeling the need to lower his voice because of Chiron's antics.

"Before you go on with your story, I need both of you to know one thing. Do not mention the Egyptian gods to anyone here, not even Dionysus, do you hear me? There's been peace since 1945 and I don't want World War III to occur, alright?" Chiron stepped way from the window, making sure to look them in the eyes.

"We understand," Harry nodded, "But you really need to hear the whole story."

"Alright," Chiron nodded, turning to Hermione, "Sorry for interrupting. Please continue."

Hermione shrugged, "Ra was the one that had possesses Harry. According to him, he had used Harry as a temporary host to hide. Something big is happening, bigger than the Titans. We found out that Voldemort learned Egyptian magic which means there are Egyptians out to get us as well. The fact that he was cooperating with Atlas just goes to show enemies can put aside their differences for a common goal. That's dangerous."

"I understand what you're saying," Chiron rubbed his beard, clopping in place, "But believe me when I say if we attempted to do the same and work with the Egyptians, we would most certainly start World War III and if not, then it would be covered up as an attempted coup d'etat."

Harry stretched his fingers, "If we can get back to our world, I'm sure we could convince the best wizards to help and fight alongside you. We'd all be working for the greater good after all."

"Have you found a way?" Chiron perked up, listening carefully.

"Ra says he knows a man who might know something," Hermione shrugged, not wanting to get Chiron's hopes up, "He has no reason to lie to us so I think we might be heading back soon."

"Hopefully it isn't a one-way method," Harry chimed in, "I'd like to come visit later on. See how everyone's changed."

Chiron smiled, "I'd like the same. And if you could bring your most trusted wizard friends along, I'd be delighted to host them."

"I don't know, they are a bunch of troublemakers," Harry grinned, "It'd definitely be a lot of work to keep them in line."

"Have you met these half-bloods?" Chiron raise an eyebrow, "Your friends will fit right in."

"Then that's the plan," Hermione stood up, motioning Harry to do the same, "As soon as Ra comes back with some info, we'll be on our way."

"Yes," Harry nodded, standing up, "We have to get back as quickly as possible. The wizard world has no idea what they're in for."