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Calm Before the Storm

The night was cool, and the air around him stilled as he stood on the roof of the astronomy tower wearing only a thin pair of athletic shorts. The scars on his back were visible, and as he opened his eyes he stared up at the moon in utter fascination. It was a harvest moon, and all the Olympians were seated somewhere gazing upon its beauty. Artemis' children were dancing along to the music that some of the musicians were playing for them. This was a glorious night for all, and Zane could even see the Hogwarts students sitting outside enjoying the entertainment of the two girls of Artemis, that were left, doing the virgin's dance, even though he knew one was far from a virgin. It was also a celebration of Apollo since he was Artemis' twin brother.

It had been three weeks since their arrival and even then his grief for his lost boyfriend was almost unbearable. Almost. Every night he dreamed of him, and every morning he would wake up crying his eyes out. He missed his lover, his companion, his best friend oh so much. Although it was a night of celebration, it was also a night of grief. This was Zane's night that he had lost his own virginity to the man he loved. Now he was dead, and it felt like a part of Zane's soul died with him.

He shook away those thoughts. Mentor Nico had told him to try and cleanse his spirit by mediation. It was helping, and it was getting easier to cope. Only he still found it unbearable. He still found himself thinking of him whenever he had a moment alone with himself.

With a sigh, he jumped down from the astronomy tower. Using the air around him, he created a sort of force that eased the fall and he soon landed on the grass without a sound. The grass felt damp under his bare feet, and it made him feel almost at home with the Earth. The wind picked up around him slightly, and he smiled as the feeling danced upon his flesh. His eyes were closed, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. He wished to be home, in America. Everything was so different at Hogwarts and he missed his family terribly. His mother could barely keep herself together at the portkey, his father not even batter. Even his parents had come to say goodbye.

"Banish away those feelings, my dear," murmured a soft voice. Zane turned to see Larila standing there. Larila was the oracle, old, but still beautiful. Her white hair was long, falling down to the small of her back. She had the eyes of violet, a few winkles here and there on her face. For being fifty she looked more like forty. Only her hair gave away her true age. "Otherwise your life will be a journey of sorry, and this is supposed to be a night of happiness, not sorrow."

"I'm sorry Larila," he said in a meek voice. The woman was more of a grandmother to all of the students. Also she was the one training Dustin in the arts of Divination. "It's just hard not to think about him."

The old woman smiled sadly, placing a hand on his shoulder. She was a full head shorter than him, but height really didn't matter to the slightly plump woman. "It is quite alright to think of him. You will move on. I've seen it."

Zane's eyes widened. "But I love-"

"You can still love him," she interrupted with a stern look. "He was your first love. That love will never cease." She looked at him for a long while, a far off look in her eyes of wisdom. "But you'll find another to love, and he is hurting as well as you. Apollo is watching over you. He'll lead you in the right path in no time."

"Who is it?" he asked as he gazed at the sky before looking at the woman again.

Larila chuckled. "You know the rules. I can't say."

Zane couldn't help but grumble. "Mean old lady," he muttered with his arms crossed.

"Stubborn young man," she countered before guiding him towards the fire. A flute appeared in her hands, and she handed it to him. "Play for us," she ordered with a smile. The music had silenced almost immediately, all of the Olympians sitting down around the fire. Zane hesitantly took the flute from her hands and sat on a boulder cross legged. He began to play a song from the heart. His sorrow came out in music, and all that surrounded the fire felt his sadness. Some held onto one another while others swayed to the music with tears in their eyes. They all felt his sorrow in one way or the other.

***

From Dumbledore's office, the echoes of Zane's song touched Harry's ears. He was sitting across the headmaster, his tea untouched and biscuits uneaten. He was starting to become rather annoyed with the man's antics. Going through Voldemort's memories wasn't something he wanted to do on his spare time. He wanted someone else to take the fall for things now. Mentor Nico's words were still stuck in his brain. It was like they were on repeat and wouldn't stop haunting his mind. It was almost as bad as thinking of Sirius. His eyes stung with tears, but he dried them immediately.

"Harry!" called Dumbledore. Harry jumped at his headmaster's word and looked at him with big eyes. "Have you been listening to a word I've said?" he asked with an angry voice. "You have to get that memory from Slughorn, do you hear me? It is important."

Harry sighed, nodding. Of course leave a sixteen year old to do an old man's bidding. A powerful old man at that. "I'll do what I can," he said without any emotion in his voice. He stared at Dumbledore as he shifted around some papers on his desk. Harry couldn't really promise he'd be successful. Promises didn't end well for the young man.

"Good to hear," the old man smiled. "Now let us get onto some important things. Have you had any dreams of any sort with Lord Voldemort?"

"No," he lied. He did have dreams about the man, but he kept that to himself. It was mostly just meetings and they were sort of mind altering. He thought back to his last dream where Voldemort was talking with Bellatrix. She kept telling him that it wasn't her fault. Whatever it was, Harry kind of felt sorry for the woman who had killed Sirius. Her voice floated through his mind, "He was supposed to fall forward not back. Now those creatures have him. We're trying everything to get him out. It wasn't my fault he fell the wrong way." Voldemort even consoled the woman as if she were a five year old child.

Who was he? He chewed on his cheek at the thought. Nothing was adding up to him.

"That is very good," smiled the headmaster. "Have you been clearing your head or has he just been quiet?"

"Just been quiet," he lied again. He was getting better at that. "In fact my scar hasn't been hurting for a while."

Dumbledore smiled with that twinkle in his eyes in full shine. "Well then he must be on down time. A perfect time for us to start mapping things out for our Horcrux findings." He sighed, taking a tip of his tea. "Why don't you run along and join the festivities," he suggested with a smile. "I always do find the Gods a rather interesting subject."

Harry stood up. "Of course Headmaster," he said before turning and walking towards the door.

"Oh and Harry?" called Dumbledore.

Harry turned around. "Yes, sir?"

"Do be careful," he instructed. "For some reason the owls are starting to peck at Miss. Granger. Poor girl," he added in pity before going back to his desk.

'I guess he doesn't know about what Rafaella said,' thought Harry as he exited the office. He couldn't help the smile that graced his lips as he thought about every day at breakfast since Rafaella put that curse on her. The owls would peck at her nonstop so she had to wait for mail to be done before going to eat. Then there was the fact that she seemed to be slipping in her grades. Harry was actually surprised to see a T on one of her reports for Defense. He was sure that he hadn't seen anything less than an E on her work. Her excuse was that she could never find the answers in her books and such.

Students passed him up through the hallways, some smiling while others seemed to be in their own world. It was a Friday night, and everyone was out to either enjoy the little gatherings the Olympians were doing or just to escape within the castle. He turned down a corridor, passing up a couple making out. The halls were quiet, something that he could hardly experience anymore. It was either Harry do this or Harry do that. You're not trying hard enough, Harry. Don't fail Harry. Harry! Harry! Harry!

The raven haired boy shook his head in frustration. Why was it always Harry's job? So what if he survived the killing curse? He laughed at that. No. His mother protected him. Shouldn't they be honoring her instead of him? She was the one who sacrificed her life for him. He gripped at his locks of hair, and turned down another hallway with his robes billowing behind him in a very Snape-like manner. He was so engrossed in his thoughts of his dead parents that he almost missed the sound of a soft cry.

The wizard stopped, eyes following the cries to an abandoned alcove. Well it wasn't really that abandoned when his gaze looked down. There was Gabi, eyes tearful, and a long scratch on her arm. Luckily it wasn't bleeding. She was wearing a blue, flowing dress and her hair was up in a bun with some curls hanging in her face. She looked up at Harry with fear in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" asked Harry. He crouched down, knees popping in protest, and looked over the girl to make sure she wasn't hurt. The only evidence was a rip on the skirts of her dress and blood trickling down her leg and onto the floor.

"H-He c-came for m-m-me!" she wailed before throwing herself at Harry. He took her in his arms, standing up with a bit of struggle. She was a tad bit heavy, but nothing he couldn't handle.

"Who came for you?" he asked worriedly. He rubbed soothing circles on her back, waiting for an answer. She just kept repeating that same sentence, and he instinctively tightened his hold on the girl. He needed to find Natalie. Maybe she could explain or maybe even Headmaster Drennon. "Gabi who came for you?" he asked again as he walked down the corridor towards where he knew the Olympians were.

"Red h-hair," she cried.

Harry stopped to an immediate halt. 'No,' he thought. The only red head in the school was someone he knew very well. "Was he tall?" he questioned in a very tight voice as he resumed walking. The girl tightened her hold on his robes, nodding. He looked down at her and noticed the blood started to collect on his shirt. He was also receiving some odd looks as he passed his classmates. "What color was his eyes?" He heard a muffled, "Blue," come out of her from her shield in his shoulder. His fists clenched when he felt raw anger boil up inside of him. "Did he have freckles?" was his final question. To that he felt her nod.

Just as he was about to come out into the open, he saw Dustin run towards him. Behind him was Drennon and an elderly woman he didn't know of. When the Headmaster saw his daughter in Harry's arms, he reached and Harry handed her to him. It was a bit of a struggle since she clung so tightly to him, but they were soon able to get her off of him and onto her father.

"Thank the Gods you found her in time," he said in the most grateful tone. He shushed his crying daughter, taking in the sight of her blood on Harry's robes. He saw anger and shock on his face. Somehow Harry knew what Drennon was thinking, and he quickly shook his head. He couldn't find his voice. It was stuck within his form. He knew that Drennon was thinking that he daughter had been raped, but that wasn't the case. He simply just lifted her skirt of slightly, showing the slash on her leg that had puss seeping out of it.

"Dustin," said the old lady. "Please go with Harry. We'll take everything from here," she said before beckoning the headmaster with her. She gave Harry a very grateful smile. "May the Gods bring happiness to your soul." She hurried off with Drennon, and Harry could see Natalie joining them. She appeared to have ripped out of someone's clutching.

"Come on Harry," said Dustin. He took hold of his arm and started to drag him in the opposite direction. "I really hope that fucker isn't one of your friends anymore," he hissed quietly with rage in his eyes. Harry had never seen such anger in someone, and the emotion was radiating off of the Olympian. He wasn't even an empath and could feel it. "To attack someone is one thing, but to attack a child!" he whispered as they walked down a deserted hallway. "It's cowardly, and foolish! No one attacks an incarnate!"

"How did you know about it?" asked Harry. He was feeling the same anger, but not as severe.

"I had a vision during on of our ceremonial dances," he explained. He then stopped at a dead end where a portrait of a nymph was situated. She was dancing around a tree, playing a soft flute. Only when she saw the two, she stopped and climbed up the tree in the picture. "He will have hell to pay, mark my words," he seethed as he sat against the wall with his eyes in slits.

Harry joined him, but kept his distance a bit. He hadn't realized that his nails had cut into his palms and resulting in the wounds bleeding down to the floor. "I'll talk to him. Let me get the story out of him before you do anything rash."

"I saw his face, Harry!" he exclaimed. His eyes were completely bright, anger filling them once more. "He slashed at a little girl before he heard someone coming down the corridor!"

Harry stared at him with his jaw opened slightly. "What are you?" he asked in awe. Even through everything he was feeling, he couldn't hold down the shock that rippled through his being. Never had he seen someone's eyes turn almost a silver color.

"I'm a true Seer," he confessed. "An oracle we call it. But that's not the point," he exasperated. He stared at Harry for a long while. "Go and talk to him. Get the truth out of him." As Harry stood, Dustin took hold of his bleeding hand. Harry met his eyes, and couldn't shake off the eeriness of his stare. "Then we'll have our chance with him," he promised.

The raven nodded, stumbling on his feet before walking towards Gryffindor tower. This time he didn't notice the blonde Slytherin slipping out of the Room of Requirement.

***

Ron was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, a smug expression on his face. His girlfriend was asleep in her dorm since he gave her the wildest sex she had ever known. It was nice to have a girl he could fuck whenever he wanted, a best friend that was famous, and money in his account for his services to the greater good. He stood up, stretching out his muscles. He did what he wanted him to do, and got revenge for his girlfriend at the same time in a sense.

The portrait door opened, and Ron put a smile on his face when he saw Harry. Only he smile turned to a worried frown at his friend's face. "Harry? What's the-"

Harry pushed into the nearby wall, his wand as his throat. Ron's heart was pounding, and eyes frantic. Harry was a very powerful wizard, and he didn't want to be at the boy's mercy. Now he was, and he was scared shitless. The occupants of the common room gasped, and backed away. Some with wide eyes, and some with a clueless expression on their faces.

Harry gave him a very hard gaze, and his hair was moving with an unknown wind within the room. "Confess," he whispered in a deathly tone.

Ron's complexion went even paler than he way. "Con-Confess what?" he inquired in a high pitched voice.

Harry pulled his head towards him before slamming it against the wall. The red head grunted in pain, a snarl on his lips. "What did you do to Gabi?" he hissed. "And don't you dare lie because we have proof you did it."

Ron had never seen Harry so angry before in his life. "I don't-ah!" Harry slashed across his face with his wand and blood appeared from the slice. It started to trickle down his face. "Ok!" he screamed as blood fell into his eyes. Steam came up from the wounds, and his flesh stung. "Hermione wanted me to do it!"

"Why?" he questioned.

Tears were in Ron's eyes. He had to keep his master out of the crossfire. He had to. His only escape was Hermione, and he hoped he would see his logic in what he had done. "She wanted-" his breath hitched when Harry's hold squeezed harder around his throat, "Me to harm someone. Gabi was an easy target."

Harry released him, and he fell to he floor coughing. He stared up at his friend with tears in his eyes and blood dripping down from his face to the floor. His gaze flickered to behind the Boy-Who-Lived to see three of Apollo's house standing at the door. Their eyes glowed of fury before stalking out of the place. He watched as Harry followed, the wind dying down. What he didn't know was that he was also watching his entire destiny come into play.

***

Headmaster Drennon, informally called William, stood at the end of his daughter's bed with his wife in his arms. They were in the hospital wing, and the nurse, Madame Promfrey, had given them the news that their daughter would live. It would only be a matter of time when the wound would heal. It seemed that the man who had committed the act had laced the cut with a rare poison only found in vampire venom. She had managed to get the venom out, but that was a lot of pain of Gabi's part. He was just happy that her screams had died down. Hearing his own child's screams was something he didn't want to go through again.

The wrath of Zeus was high within him and as a result the was a storm rolling its way into the campus with lightening bolts that struck the ground around the neighboring land. He looked out the window, seeing some of his students standing out on the grass as the rain started. He could hear their voices singing in unison to the sway of Zeus' wrath. Not one of them flinched as the lightening bolts crashed down upon the earth. Not one. They didn't fear his wrath for they were his children. Their father in a sense.

"Mr. and Mrs. Drennon," said Poppy in a hushed tone as she joined them near the bed. William tore his gaze away from the sight and raised an eyebrow. "I do not know where the attacker was able to get a hold of the venom, but I am having Professor Snape and Slughorn looking through the potions and ingredients stocks to make sure none of it was taken." She looked down at the child then back at them. "Vampire venom is an ingredient the seventh years use. If any was taken we will know."

Natalie cleared her throat. "Thank you," she said softly. "The Gods were right in making you a witch."

Poppy, one of the few in the wizarding world that knew of the Gods, smiled. She was a nice woman through and through. She was one of Hestia's children since she attended the only school in Europe that associated with teaching about the Gods. That school was now gone because of the stubborn ministry, but she made it to where nearly no one knew about it. "There is no need for thanking," she said humbly. "I would not think that Hestia would want a couple without their daughter, nor do I think that Aphrodite would allow such harm on her incarnate."

William and Natalie bowed their heads in unison. She was indeed correct.

***

Dustin paced the length of an abandoned classroom with his arms crossed and posture stiff. He hair was wild from the running he had to do in order to retell the vision to his mentors when they called him through the link, and his eyes were bloodshot as an aftereffect of the vision. His palms were clammy, and he felt sick to his stomach.

So many thoughts were running through his mind that he felt like he was going to go insane. He flipped a desk over, the crash echoing through the room along with the thunder from outside. He was so angry. He didn't get there in time to protect Aphrodite's incarnate. Why wasn't she guarded? Why wasn't she with Natalie? He rubbed his hands together, closing his eyes. If the incarnates were in trouble, as they always were, the entire school would need to up their awareness. They would need to double up on training for defense.

'I'm starting to think like Razmir,' he thought with a frown. He couldn't help but blame himself for what happened. If only the vision had come to him sooner. Why didn't it come to him sooner? What was Fate trying to tell him? His cards didn't hold any danger, nor did his dreams. There was danger, but that was later on down the road.

He hopped up on a desk, sitting cross legged. When he closed his eyes, he centered his core and drew the Earth's energy around him. It was time to figure out what was going to lay ahead in the future. A parchment and quill appeared in front of him, and he took hold of the quill as the parchment levitated in front of him. As the vision came forth, Fate took hold of him, and wrote down the prophecy that she had been wanting to set into motion for over fifty years. It was time for retribution, and it would start with a storm.

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