Harry was quiet during the opening feast, simply eating and taking in his surroundings. It was the normalcy that filled his ears; people eating, joking, laughing about one thing or another. Internally, he was busy focusing on the magic's that filled the air of this fortress. It was like a predator waiting in wait for its unsuspecting prey to appear, lured in by its unsuspecting nature. Something most people would have fallen for if they had not been able to see the sights of an amush. The magic was invisible and only seen by those that had mage sight or were the Lord of the land, something that helped the Lord or Lady know what was what. He was brought out of his inner focus when everyone was getting up, making him realize just how long he had been focusing internally. He was flanked by his four kaiju escort, Luna and Circe at his sides, as they walked up towards the Gryffindor Tower.

He stopped when he saw the fortress's magic open a pathway to another tower, curiosity catching him. He went after it, seemingly to not be noticed by everyone else as he diverged from the group. He stepped up to it and put his hand on the wall, the cold stone warming up to his touch before pulling the bricks back. Stepping inside, he found another stairway near the back that led upwards. He felt his entourage following behind him as he moved up the stairs, stairs he had the feeling his ancestor walked up many times. Harry continued to move until it ended in a small chamber that had a set of double thick oak doors, ancient and decorated in the images of times long past.

He pressed his hand on the door, feeling warmth radiating off the doors before he pushed the doors in. Inside was a large room, filled with a massive ornate fireplace, many pieces of furniture and a few doorways to other rooms. The fire was crackling and the warmth filled the room, as Harry turned to his entourage and smiled.

"Welcome to my home," He said, waving his hands around the room.


If one believed in deities, they would find that those deities were few and far between in the current age of man. The ones that did survive were the ones that were heavily tied to something that the human race saw as a need. The home, the very idea of it, allowed the deity known as Hestia to continue to watch over humanity. Another deity, even though she should have died long ago with the other Olympians was Aphrodite. Currently, the deity was sitting with Hestia as tended to the hearth that was her symbol. The love deity was looking upon the one person that she, Hestia and the deity known as Ishtar all agreed needed a Goddess's blessing. Of course, Harry Potter had always been something that intrigued them.

For her, it was because of the odd ability to give love and have that love reciprocated ten fold. She looked upon the Alpha Predator, remembering the time Olympus was destroyed by another of his kind. She knew that her time should have passed but in all aspects of love, in all forms, kept her alive barely. She knew very few deities continued to exist, one or two fading away every month. The Love Goddess frowned as she looked at her blessed before looking at Hestia, who had looked up from her hearth.

"It seems we may have more for Harry than we expected," Aphrodite said, motioning at the portal that allowed her to watch her blessed, "He is going to need more than our simple blessings to survive what comes next."

Hestia smiled softly, her warm brown eyes filled with something that only she knew, "Indeed, he will need it. Maybe when he takes full control of Fortress Le Fay?"

Aphrodite pondered on it before nodding, "I'll inform Ishtar, if she is still alive."


Harry Potter woke up the next morning before the sun had even risen, the wards waking him up at someone trying to destroy the wards. He growled deeply, getting up as he used his magic to make his finest Lord outfit appear upon his body. The dark robe swirling behind him as he summoned his staff to his hand, moving with a purpose to where the wards were being attacked. Down the halls, stairs and passageways of the old fortress. Stepping out into the crisp, very early morning air, Harry grunted before marching towards the front gates. The magical soldiers that protected this fortress flanked him on either side as the front gates were opened, revealing the attackers.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he spotted Cornelius Fudge standing there with a short, fat woman that looked more like a toad than a human. They had a few Aurors guarding them and two figures in white cloaks attempting to shatter the wards of the fortress, until Harry stepped up. Waving his hand, a blast of magic rushed forth and knocked the two on their posteriors as the soldiers moved forward. The Black Knights grabbed the figures, hauling them to their feet before surrounding the Minister of Magic.

"W-what," Fudge exclaimed, his green bowler head nearly falling off his head as he looked at the huge Black Knights, "Is this black magic?!"

"This 'black magic'," Harry snapped, irritation dripping into his tone as he got closer to the minister, "Is actually the ancestral magic my ancestor used to protect herself and her home, the fortress that stands before you!"

"This is Hogwarts," The pink cardigan wearing toad sneered, trying her best to look imperiously at Harry, "Not some fortress, now move aside boy!"

Harry pushed his magic into the crystal on his staff, causing it to glow with its blue light. Illuminating the group and Harry himself, causing the two to look at him in shock.

"This is my home, toad," Harry snarled, his voice deepening as his inner Alpha came out, "the ancestral home of the Le Fay line! The line that was the Pendragon line before it, the one that the Potters allowed to live before allowing the last of the line to come back into the fold. I am the last heir to all three, unless you wish for me to turn you into primordial soup, then I suggest you swallow your own tongue!"

The toad stepped back before pointing at him, "Aurors, he is clearly out of his mind, arrest him!"

That was not the correct thing to say, as that only caused Harry's anger to be ignited. Magic swirled around him as his staff glowed even brighter, building inside of it as Harry lept back. Landing, he slammed his staff upon the ground as the magic exploded out of it into the wards that surrounded the fortress.

"Molon Labe!" Harry shouted, the words coming to him through his link with the fortress.

"MOLON LABE!" Came the returning cry as blue lights appeared on the ramparts and on either side, forming as spartan soldiers.

That made the Aurors stop dead as the soldiers of the ancient world stood before them, all of them ready to defend the fortress and their Lord. Harry smirked, watching the Minister and the toad.

"This fortress was built with the defense of home in mind," He said, as the sun finally rose up over the mountain peaks, "seems my ancestor was busy studying time before anyone was looking into the time turner. These wards are fueled by all those that bled and died upon these lands; soldiers, civilian, witch and wizard. Those allowed inside will never face the enemy without the enemy facing the defenses that only magic can provide."

The Toad pulled her wand, a spell aimed at his head. A Spartan lifted his shield, deflecting the spell before throwing his spear right back. The Toad didn't know what hit her, looking down as the magical construct had gone through her heart. The Minister gaped in shock as the construct walked up and pulled the spear from the toad's chest, muttering something like a curse in Ancient Greek as he returned to the defense line. All this had happened in a minute or so, as Harry looked at the Minister.

"W-wha-" He stammered, shock having its hold upon him.

"Leave, Fudge," Harry growled, as the Black Knights and the Spartans aimed their weapons at the still living members of the group, "I won't ask you again."