I was watching Ninja Assassin last night and this idea popped into my head so I had to rewrite this entire chapter haha. I must say it worked out than the other one I wrote. Also I know that the Ninja Assassin timeline of when the movie came out of theaters is off so don't go on telling me I have the timeline wrong because I did that on purpose.

Warnings: Talk of Greek Gods, some bashing, and that's about it.

Incarnate

The astronomy tower was jam packed with Gyffindors as they watched the sights below on the grounds before breakfast. All of the Olympian students were running laps, but it wasn't that aspect of their work out that made it interesting to watch. It was the fact that one of their mentors was throwing fire balls and various spells at them as they hopped over obstacles that were placed around the lake. The mentor in question was a tall blonde man with a very lean stature and muscles to prove that he was someone not to be messed with. Harry had seen him before and remembered the onyx irises having a red circle around them. He was someone that compared to Snape, maybe worse.

The emerald eyed student stood next to Ron and Hermione whom were both going on about the training they were going through was barbaric. Harry just rolled his eyes and watched as Dustin leaped in the air to avoid a blast of what looked like shadows being cast upon him from his mentor. He scrambled up from the ground and sprinted towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Rafaella came next, and Harry could make out a trial of blood running down her neck. The blonde mentor sent black flames her way, and she was hit full impact. Her body was scent flying in the air, and she landed roughly on her back. All the Gyffindors cringed and watched as she struggled to get up. When she finally did stand up, he sent another fireball towards her. This time she spun around and wind dispersed the flames. She took off in a full sprint before he threw a round of black shadows towards her. She narrowly missed the attack.

"I've never seen a spell like that before," said Hermione in a thoughtful tone. "I wonder where he learned it."

"Hermione you can't learn how to manipulate shadows," responded Ron with a pale face. "At least ones that appear out of nowhere." He looked up at the sky. "Plus it's cloudy. There's no shadows to manipulate." And he was right. Not a single shadow was found on the ground.

Harry wondered how he did that. It would be useful on the battle field. He thoughts were interrupted when he saw Zane running towards the turning point near the Forbidden Forest. Sweat laced his brow, and his wife beater tank was soaked in the salty liquid. He leaped over some ground that was elevated before rolling into a somersault to avoid his mentors attacks with water. He stumbled up on his feet before sprinting towards the Forbidden Forest. A shadowed whip appeared in the blonde man's hand and he shot it towards Zane. The shadow rope spun around his ankle and Zane fell forward with a scream.

"Blimey," whispered Seamus. "Who is this guy?"

No one answered as they watched Zane struggle against the whip. He gripped at the ground as if that could help him. It was almost useless now that Harry watched him. He turned on his back as he was pulled towards his mentor, whipping his hand in the air and slashing the rope to pieces. That was when he ran off towards the forest, and his mentor sought out his new victim.

"Is this even legal?" asked Ron.

"Must be," mumbled Harry as he watched the wizard in fascination. "Or maybe it's legal in America."

"Well they aren't in America," sighed Hermione in an angry voice. "They should follow our laws."

Harry, having enough of that, pushed through the group and started down the astronomy tower. He was so close to hexing Hermione that it wasn't even funny. Ever since the Olympian had come to Hogwarts, about three days ago, she had been nagging about them. The way they dressed, acted, ate, and even slept. Ron wasn't much help either. He had the Slytherin grudge still in his mind and thought that Rafaella, a girl that Harry thought was nice, was as bad as the snakes. Harry had a rather interesting conversation with her about muggle things like game councils and they even talked about Ninja Assassin. Harry was lucky enough to be dragged there with the Dursleys because they knew they were being watched so they wanted to show the wizards that they were treating Harry 'nicely.' She even confessed that her mentors used some of the moves in that movie to train them. Zane and Dustin weren't present for that conversation. Rafaella had explained that Dustin had to figure out a dream that didn't feel right to him. Zane always helped him with that, so Rafaella took the spot of the two during lunch one day.

Harry had been so busy thinking of those things, that he bumped into someone. "Oh I'm sorry," he said before looking to see who it was. It was Headmaster Drennon's wife, Natalie.

"Oh no. It was my fault," laughed the woman easily. She was wearing jeans and a polo. Something that was almost uncommon to see in the wizarding world. "I wasn't looking where I was going." She smiled at Harry. "Why were you headed down from the astronomy tower? Don't you see the stars at night here?"

Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah. It's just we were all watching the Olympians practice." She smiled warmly at him when he said that. "It looks rather intense."

"It is how Zeus would want his children to be trained," she said seriously. "Our training methods have not changed since the Gods and Goddesses created the schools. Of course it originated in Greece." She looked around. "Oh what am I doing? I'm supposed to be looking for Gabi."

"Gabi?" asked Harry. "Oh!" he remembered. "Your daughter?"

"Yes," smiled Natalie. "Have you seen her? She was going off with Hagrid and I need to find her before breakfast. Make sure she eats."

"Have you tried his hut? It's near the lake."

"Oh dear," she nearly gasped. "That near where the kids are training." She rushed towards the exit before stopping and turning to him. With a motherly look on her face, she bowed slightly. "May the Gods watch over you in your journey, Harry. And not the one you were thought to have been destined to."

Harry stared at her retreating figure in confusion. What did she mean by that? Thought to have been destined to? That didn't make sense. He shook his head, trying to shake what she said out of his head. Only he couldn't. He stalked off towards the Great Hall, knowing it was far too early for breakfast. The main reason everyone in the castle was up was because they were awakened by the sound of the Olympians training. He passed up a group of Ravenclaws studying the tactics of each student. He even saw the Slytherin's lounging against the walls watching the events. One in particular, Malfoy, was whispering to Blaise and looking at Harry. Blaise, in return, nodded, looking at Harry before turning his attention to the Olympians.

"Faster you fucks!" screamed the mentor. Harry came to a halt and stared at the mentor. He was standing in front of the upperclassman of the school and had fire doing crisscrossing motions beneath their feet. The Olympians were jumping in certain areas to avoid the fire. "Warriors never give up! You were chosen to become the warriors of the Gods so start acting like it or I'll rain Ares upon you!" The students in question started jumping faster as the flames intensified. All of them were drench in sweat just as the morning sun was about to rise over the trees.

"Harry!" called a voice. He saw in the corridor next to him Ginny running towards him. He inwardly groaned as she slowed in front of him and flipped her hair a bit. A very flowery scent assaulted his nostrils and his suppressed the urge to wrinkle his nose. "I haven't seen you in a while."

He raised an eyebrow. "It's been two days. You found me in the library studying, and sat next me."

"Well two days can feel like two years you know," she smiled as he started to walk away. She followed him like a lost puppy. "So I was wondering if you could help me in Divination. I'm rather poor in that subject."

"So am I," he said without looking at her. "In fact I nearly received a Troll last year."

She frowned, annoyance in her eyes. "What about DADA? Snape has made the curriculum pretty difficult. Do you think you could teach me a few tricks?"

"You battled Death Eaters last year, Ginny," sighed Harry when the Great Hall came into view. He stopped, looking at her for the first time since they started talking. "You can handle Snape if you can handle that." He left her with a dumbfounded look on her face that quickly turned to anger. She walked off in a huff, arms crossed. Harry just shook his head, taking a seat at the Gryffindor table. He was alone in the hall, except for one figure who sat at the staff table with a cup in his hand. The man was a little short, with eyes of a Korean. He had black hair that fell to his shoulders, and pale blue eyes that seemed almost unnatural with his facial features. He stood, walking over to him. Harry barely noticed him sit cross legged on the table in front of him since he was staring at the entrance with a far off look.

"Tea?" asked the man. Harry jumped at the voice, and the man chuckled. "I'm sorry," he said when Harry looked up at him. "Would you like some tea?" The man had a cup of steaming tea in a cup and offered it to him. "It's fresh. I promise I didn't drink out of it."

Harry took the cup with a bit of hesitation, but smiled a thanks. He notice the man wore a white t-shirt and those same pants that Olympian Academy wore when they were lounging. The ones that hugged his hips and draped down to his ankles.

"I'm Mentor Nico Harlon," he said with a smile. "What's your name?"

"Harry Potter," he said with a frown before drinking some of the tea. It tasted like mangos. It was good to drink and he drank some more.

"Ah," mused the man. "The boy who's supposed to kill the so called Dark Lord." Harry nodded as if it was some kind of curse. It was though, and he hated it. "I think it's rather ironic that one of the most powerful ministries in our world leaves all the dirty work to a sixteen year old." He rested his head on his chin where his elbow was supposed it on his knee. "So why are you all alone, Harry?"

"Escaping you could say," confessed the teen. As for why he didn't know. He felt comfortable in front of Nico. "What about you?"

"Same. I've been going over training all night so I just needed somewhere to relax. Although the Great Hall isn't my first choice." He gazed around the place before looking down at Harry who almost drank all the tea in his cup. "That tea had healing properties in it. You'll feel more awake as the day goes on. I could send one of the elves to give you something to drink to get you to sleep."

"Like a Sleeping Draught?"

"No," he answered. "We only use those as a last resort. Teas are natural, and better for your body. Usually the teas work so we hardly ever use those draughts."

"Oh," said Harry dumbly. "I'd appreciate that. I've had trouble sleeping anyway." He thought, 'Because Voldemort just has to show me stupid images of meetings and such.' He remembered about a week back that Voldemort showed Harry him in a meeting and it seemed to last all night long. It was so boring too. No offense to Voldemort, but Harry thought he'd at least throw some sort of spell somewhere.

Nico smiled. "Very good. I'll brew a batch sometime this afternoon and have it delivered." He sighed as some Hogwarts students started to walk into the Great Hall talking. "I believe it's almost time for breakfast. Nice talking to you Harry. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask."

"Thanks," smiled Harry as the mentor left for the head table. His cup had vanished and was replaced with a goblet full of water. Sometimes he just loved magic.

***

Dustin trudged into his first class of the new school year, Defense Against the Dark Arts. On his right side was Zane who was limping slightly where the whip had gotten him. As for Rafaella, she was trying to shoo off Blaise who was almost attacked to her hip. The two felt sorry for her, but didn't comment. Instead they sat in the front row where Harry waved them over. They took their seats with great satisfaction, a content smile on their faces.

"Who was that man training you two?" asked Harry right away. He was interested in learning about him.

"Mentor Razmir," groaned Dustin when he stretched and his back popped. "He's the incarnate of Ares." Harry turned his head to the side of bit at that. "He's basically Ares in human form, only not…kinda. I don't know how to explain it." He sat there thinking of a way to explain it to him. "Like…um…hm…"

"When Razmir was born, Ares bestowed his power onto him," explained Zane softly. "Ares gave him all of his personality traits, and the knowledge of battle and war." He took out some parchment and a quill with ink. "He is practically royalty along with Headmaster Drennon"

"Huh?" questioned Harry dumbly. He was feeling rather dumb that day.

"Headmaster Drennon is the incarnate of Zeus," answered Dustin. "The rest have either been killed or are in a different school." He sighed. "We'll be getting a new batch of incarnates once the summer is over most likely."

"At least we save Gabi," said Zane.

"Is Gabi an incarnate too?"

He nodded. "Aphrodite."

"Oh. She will-"

"Harry!" said Hermione from behind him. He turned around, facing the Ron, Hermione, and Seamus. "Are you believing this rubbish? Incarnates? I thought you were more clever."

"Don't insult our Gods," snarled Dustin as he stood up. The rest of the Olympians followed. Harry glanced over at Rafaella who had her wand drawn and a fierce look in her eyes. Even Draco was looking a bit nervous.

"Hermione just let it go," sighed Harry. "You know as well as I do that this is all true."

"It is not! Gods and Goddesses don't exist," she said stubbornly. "Harry you are being brainwashed by these people."

"Brainwashed?" exclaimed Zane. "You have no room to talk, muggle born."

Hermione's eyes widened but she turned her attention to Harry who, surprisingly, didn't defend Hermione for being a muggle born. "Even Dumbledore doesn't believe this shit!"

"Miss. Granger!" sneered Professor Snape as he sauntered into the room with his robes billowing behind him. "I would have expect a bit more of respect from you. The Gods did exist whether you like or not. Now stop insulting the Olympians." He nodded at the students standing and they sat down. "Fifty points from Gryffindor," he smirked before walking up to the front of the class.

"May Artemis' wrath be bestowed upon you. Foolish girl," hissed Rafaella with a sneer before turning fully around. Harry glanced back at Hermione who had a very shocked look on her face. So she was finally rendered speechless. Harry had to hide his smile before turning around in his seat.

"Now in theory," began Snape as he leaned against his podium. "There are two ways to conjure a wandless spell. One is much more harder than the other. Can anyone tell me what are the two ways?" Some hands rose, and Severus was surprised to see all the Olympians with their hands up. He nodded at the blonde who he recalled was named Nick.

"There really isn't one distinct hard way, sir." He answered. "The first, and most common way, would have to be drawing the magic out of your core. The other is from the energy from the earth mixed with the core."

"And which one is easier?" he asked. He saw Hermione raise her hand, ignored her before calling on Zane.

"It really depends on your strongest form of magic, sir," he said.

"How so?"

Harry listened to him, wanting to know the answer as well. He was even taking notes. "If someone is more affiliated with the Earth, magic wise, then it'll be easier to take the natural energy from the Earth and combine it with their own. Now there are times where no Earth energy can be mixed in and that is when the caster must use their own cores energy. Mixing Earth energy with it will make it easier to cast and use less energy, sir."

"Correct," nodded Snape before starting on his lecture on wandless magic. Harry smiled at Zane, who forced a cheery smile before taking notes. He didn't feel happy at all.

***

The library was quiet with students working on essays and such. Rafaella sat on one of the desks in an alcove with a muggle book in her hands. After she had gone to Defense, Transfiguration, and Charms, she ha to endure two hours of training with Mentor Nico. He was a nice man, but he was serious when it came to training. Then after that, she had to hurry to her Herbology class where she met a nice girl by the name of Luna. She was a bit eccentric, but all together nice. Now she had escaped from all of that, reading Tempted with some of Nico's tea in front of her. She had an hour until dinner and nightly meditation. And with all her homework done she could go straight to sleep if she wanted to.

She turned another page, the suspense of the book starting to make her a bit on edge. In fact, she was so much on edge that the book flew up in the air when a hand touched her. She caught it before it fell into her tea, and glared at the occupant sitting along the aisle's desk near her, Draco. At least it wasn't Blaise.

"I'm reading, go away," she whispered with a glare before turning back to her book. She had lost her place, great.

"I came to ask you something."

Rafaella shut her book, turning her attention to the blonde in front of her. She noticed deeper circles under his eyes and wondered if she should ask Nico to give him some tea. "Ask away then so I can get back to reading."

He took his time with the question, as if trying to figure out the words to convey it. "What did you mean by 'May Artemis' wrath be bestowed upon you?'"

Rafaella was actually surprised by the question, and took her tea in hand. "You aren't familiar with the Gods are you?"

Draco shook his head.

"Artemis the goddess of wilderness, the hunt, and fertility," she answered him before sipping her tea. "I basically damned any chance of her having children." Draco tried to hide his surprise, but couldn't. This girl was almost lethal. "I also made it to where if she comes into touching distance of any type of animals they will attack her. Also that her ability to hunt, like finding lost items or actually hunting, will not exist. She'll never find anything without the help of another."

"Does this stuff work?" Draco questioned. He leaned against her desk with an interested look in his eyes.

She nodded. "And she deserved it. For more reasons than one." There was a dark look in her eyes, but it was wiped away in a second.

"What other reasons?"

Rafaella shook her head. "It will all be revealed in good time, Draco." She set down her tea, looking out the window for a second. "You just have to let Fate work everything out."

"So you believe in Fate too?"

"Of course," she answered. She then looked back at Draco. "Fate brought Olympian Academy here for one reason or the other. She works in very mysterious ways."

Draco thought about it for a second. What did Fate have in store for him? He shook his head. "So why were you put in Artemis' House?"

She smiled. "Let's just say if I don't cast an anti-conception charm upon me before I have sex, I'll become pregnant that day." She stood up, taking her tea and bowing her head softly. She gazed at him for a second, deciding to get him some tea from Nico. "Also I'm wild and love animals. Bye Draco. See you at dinner." She left him standing there without a backwards glance. She could feel his stare on her, but willed herself not to look back.

***

Severus Snape wasn't one to delve into the feelings of most students. He usually kept to himself, and didn't show concern unless it was involving his snakes or his godson, Draco. It was a surprise to see him gazing up the ground, watching the Olympians meditating near the lake in the moonlight. The lead mentor, a man named Chance, sat facing all of them. He was a lean man, with a tall form and a carefree expression on his face. His hazel eyes were hidden under his lids, and coffee hair pulled up in a tie on the top of his head. He stood up, instructing them to follow. As he bowed, they bowed. It was odd watching the sight. The children were so obedient, they even ran four miles in the morning with Razmir without an groaning or moaning like Snape's students did.

The students started to disperse, but some stayed and spoke with him. His eyes though were on his five new snakes that were approaching him. Well not approaching him, but approaching the castle. They were talking quietly amongst each other, and immediately stopped when they saw Snape. They bowed their heads. "Professor Snape," they greeted in unison before going into the castle's walls.

There was only one reason as to why he was concerned with the Olympians. It was the fact that the Dark Lord didn't attack those schools at all. In fact, no Death Eater was in America at the times of the attacks. The knowledge chilled Severus to the bone.

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