I regret to announce that my tossing a bottle of Extra Virgin Olive-Oil into a volcano did not work as a viable sacrifice to gain ownership of the Harry Potter or DC franchise. Thus, I will remain a poor grease monkey in the employment of the government.

Congrats to Jostanos for the idea to the main title. Here is the review posted.

""Harry Potter: King of the Amazons" has been spoken for.
"Harry Prince"/"Harry Potter-Prince"? (No relation to Snape... that we know of.)
"Harry Potter: (The First) Male Amazon"?"

Chapter 2

Birthday Bash

"Happy Birthday Harry!" Diana shouted as she flipped the mattress with the sleeping boy on it. The young boy in question sailed across the room with a yelp.

"Grandmama, you said there would be no training today," Harry whined, untangling himself from the bedding.

"Ah, but I said nothing about not waking you up the same way." Diana replied, "and do not whine. It is…"

"Unbecoming of a warrior." Harry interrupted, "I kno…OW!" Diana thumped him on the head.

"Do not interrupt someone else either. Unless it is to gain the upper hand in a fight." She stated. "Come, your letter will be arriving shortly."

"Good morning young Harry." Queen Hippolyta smiled at the boy as he entered the throne room, "and Happy Birthday."

"Good morning, Gran-Your Highness," Harry stumbled out, "and thank you."

"Come now, it is your birthday we can dispense the formalities." She laughed lightly. "Now before we begin the day there is something important, I need to discuss with you."

"Yes Grandmother?" Harry inquired.

"As you know you turn 11 years old today." The queen started. She gave a slight sigh. Noticed Antiope enter quietly, and she continued. "After today you will leave the island. Never able to return. You are reaching the age of manhood and as you know…" She trailed off waiting for Harry to finish the sentence.

"No men are permitted on Themiscara." Harry whispered in a sad voice, "I understand grandmother." He wiped a tear from his eye and gave a big false grin, "I will still write letters though."

"It is okay to be sad Harry," Antiope said, "After all this is one of the few places you know as home." She clapped her hands once, "Now enough sad talk. We have a birthday boy to celebrate." She wrapped his head under her arm and began to grind her knuckles into his scalp, causing the boy to give a light screech in protest and laughter.

"Harry, someone is here to see you." Diana called out as she walked into the room. "I hope my little kynigós (hunter) did not cause too much trouble for you Antiope." Witnessing the predicament Harry was in.

"Of course, he was not." Antiope laughed giving one last sharp twist of her knuckles and promptly letting go of the boy who dropped with a small bark of surprise. Harry got up gave Hippolyta and Antiope a hug, then turned to follow Diana. When the room was empty save for the two women Antiope turned to the queen.

"Is it possible he could stay?"

"The Olympian Council said yes. However, it is not yet time for him to accept that responsibility." She sighed.

"What responsibility?" Antiope asked.

"They did not say." Hippolyta said, a look of worry marring crossing her face.

Diana led Harry down the halls to a study. When they entered Diana sighed in exasperation and groaned, "Not again."

"They picked a fight with Aunt Minerva again didn't they." Harry deadpanned.

"Oh, they definitely did." Diana replied and shook her head.

"She is named after the Roman version of Lady Athena grandmama." Harry stated as they began to make their way to the fighting arena.

"She certainly lives up to it too." Diana chuckled.

They arrived at the fighting arena to see one of the Amazons outside giggling hysterically. She managed to somewhat compose herself enough to salute Diana as they approached.

"How bad is it this time Kassandra?" Diana smirked. At this point the warrior completely lost her bearing and fell over on the ground laughing. The princess and boy entered the arena and began to laugh at the sight. Multiple Amazons lay about unconscious and incapacitated. Scorches, light burns, small lacerations, and bruises present on all. Some were pinned down by stone lions, wolves, griffins, and other creatures. While others were strung up in ropes or chains. In the middle of it all seated upon a high wing-backed chair, calmly sipping tea without a hair out of place was a middle-aged woman in emerald, green robes.

"Hello Minerva," Diana called out.

"Aunt Minerva!" Harry exclaimed as he rushed in to give her a hug. After the greeting had been exchanged Minerva began to wave her wand about. The statues and damage reversed itself as if rewinding time. The warriors revived and nursing bruised egos groaning in disappointment. Finally, the woman turned and waved the wand at the chair, reversing the transfiguration on another warrior.

"Really Zoe," Minerva inquired with a raised brow, "must you do this every time I visit?"

"I think I speak for everyone here sister," Zoe replied. Giving her a sharp grin as she picked herself up. "We enjoy the challenge." Turning to Harry she said, "Happy birthday little warrior."

"Thank you, Zoe," Harry said still fighting his earlier giggling fit.

"Yes," Minerva smiled, "Happy Birthday Harry." She handed him two envelopes and a small package.

"Thank you, aunty," Harry said, taking the envelopes. He opened the first one revealing the Hogwarts acceptance letter. He thanked her for it as he opened the second letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

A very happy birthday to you. As I understand, young boys are fascinated by Super-Heroes. I hope you find the present enjoyable.

Well wishes,

Albus Dumbledore

Attached to the letter was a permission slip to carry a sword and shield around the school halls. Harry opened the small package to reveal a book titled, "Beacons of Light, The Magical History of the Ones Who Stood Against the Dark Arts, by Sophia Lamplighter"

Harry opened the book to the dedication and read aloud, "To all the lives lost, known and unknown, standing in the defense of others. May this book bring some measure of justice to their memories." He looked up at McGonagall and said, "Tell Professor Dumbledore thank you for me please."

Harry looked at Diana, "Grandmama," snickers could be heard around the training grounds, "I'm going to go put these in my room. Is that okay?"

"Sure Harry," She smiled. As Harry ran off, she gave a glare to the ones who laughed at the 'Grandmama' comment. "Perhaps we should do final set up for his birthday party."

The rest of the day was filled with games and food. Foot races, wrestling, archery, chariot racing, sword fighting, javelin throws, and much more. At the end of the day when the sun had set, a large feast was held. Poor Harry fell asleep before dessert much to the amusement of the rest and was carried off to bed by Diana. The queen stood up for an announcement, "I know many of you were skeptical when Hadrian first arrived." She paused, "Now when I look out, I see that you are wanting him to remain. However, the magic that protects this island would fail if he were to remain. Do not be sad sisters, we will eventually see Hadrian again, and we will welcome him with open arms as family should." The Amazons in attendance cheered loudly and the feast began again in full swing, lasting well into the night.

The next morning the queen and her guard, along with Harry's teachers on the island followed Diana, Harry, and Minerva to the jet.

"We will miss you little one," Hippolyta smiled sadly. Harry gave her hug and went to wait at the foot of the ramp. "Take care daughter," the queen stated giving Diana a hug.

"You as well mother." Diana answered back. She joined Harry at the ramp, and they looked to the group standing there. They all gave each other a warrior's salute and the trio entered the jet. Diana began firing up the jet and asked the boy, "Are you ready Harry?"

"Yes grandmama." Harry replied. Diana finished prepping the jet and they lifted off to the next stage in a brand-new adventure.

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AN: I have…no excuse other than I lost my creative spark for a while. It's back, but who knows how long that will last. I am certain you have Hogwarts Legacy to thank for this. For those who want to damn me for playing the game; why are you reading HP Fanfiction then? I do not get why this one game is getting the level of hatred it is getting. Where was the hatred for Fantastic Beasts, the toys, and the theme parks.

Hell, if you want to go down that route get rid of your Disney, ABC, and Fox Entertainment. They are all owned by The Mouse. The Mouse being started by a publicly known White Supremacist. No, I think, the only reason people are attacking this game is because they can do it behind the safety of their keyboards.

I originally fell in love with the Harry Potter Franchise for one simple part in the first book.

"We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish," Said Uncle Vernon, "Swore we'd stamp it out of him! Wizard indeed!"

This, combined with how he was described as treated told me as a kid one thing.

Harry. The Hero of the story. Was abused, like me. To a kid who survived an abusive household this gave me more hope than all the PSA "Tell a trusted adult" Stuff they did in school.

I do not like J. K. Rowling's views, or even agree with them. But that book series gave an abused little boy hope that he could have a normal life, a good life, a happy life. For that, I will always be grateful.