Hey everyone,
Just want to let you all know that we have some trolls on board again. I won't say names, you will know who you are, but they're here and they are apparently trying to cause trouble again. One of them attacked my Story A Creature's Project and now some others are going after the first chapter for Rituals and Reading.
Now for the first I have some respect, he treated me with professionalism – a little too much for my taste, but that's just me – but the others, I do not respect. Why? They thought they could let me know I was at fault through some random Guest names. Sorry, but if you don't at least give me the chance to reply, then I ignore everything you write.
I have evidence for what I do being legal on my account page and you can say whatever the – I'm not going there, I have no reason or interest in that. If people want to come at me, they know where to find me, at the Review box and the PM application on my account page. Else, I will not waste my time getting angry at nothing and nobody.
On with the show,
Venquine1990
PS. See chapter 01 for the challenge rules.
Chapter 02
A Family Reunited
Harry's POV
To hear that your hearing has been replaced for another should be a good thing. To hear that it's the hearing of your so-called family in all but blood, makes that good thing a bad thing. To hear that you're better off not hearing their crimes, makes it worse. To hear that your father is an actual God – turns everyone's mind.
Still, the look Zeus had on his face when he spoke the words: "So speaks Lord Zeus! God of Thunder, Lord of the Skies, King of the Gods and Divine Father of one Harrison Juno Black, a.k.a. Harry James Potter." Was one of utmost honesty and heartfelt sincerity, yet it's not even that look that has me convinced in his words.
It's the look he's giving me right now, after he spoke those words. The smile that is on his face as he looks at me and Sirius. The way his eyes shine with love and happiness as he gazes at me. And the actual feelings of comfort and care that I can almost feel coming out of his gaze, as if he's expressing them through his very pores.
I keep my eyes on the man, part of me trying to catch him off guard and make him reveal that this is all a lie, but the only other thing the man does while he keeps looking and smiling at me, the love in his smile almost more evident than the love shining in his eyes, is open his arms, as if inviting me to join his side.
This makes me look from him to Sirius, who smiles down at me, the look in his eyes alone telling me that the man knew of this and that he knows it to be true and while Dumbledore and the rest of the Wizengamot seem shocked at hearing the words, do I draw courage and confidence from the man smiling at me like that.
I turn back to the man that claims to be my father and tentatively take a few steps over, keeping my eyes on Zeus and Zeus alone as I do, but while the man's smile twitches as if it's itching to grow or something, does the man not move a muscle, proving to me silently that he wants me to make the first move instead.
At this, while part of me is screaming at me to turn around and to just go back to the Weasleys currently chained up in my old seat, do I take a deep breath to squash down that annoying voice and while I feel as if I am taking a much bigger risk than I should after all the times I thought I could get a family, do I still walk over.
Sirius' POV
"I waited a good fifteen years for this and it was totally worth the entire wait." Do I think silently, part of me steaming in fury at the idea that my son has been violated and manipulated even by those that I thought I could consider his friends, but my heart not focusing on this as I finally have my little baby boy back in my arms.
Harry had been the most amazing and precious little thing I had ever had the pleasure of meeting when he was born, yet the way that the Department of Child Care treated me in the months that they examined my sudden pregnancy had scared me into believing that I was not yet ready to be a parent, that I was unfit for parenthood.
I know now that this was one of the ways that the Fates had predicted I would suffer and while part of me hates that I have allowed for that Prophesy to affect me like that, do I also fear this fact as it could make the Prophesy Dumbledore heard come true as well – even if a few lines of the prophesy aren't even true in the first place.
I then feel my son moving in my arms and hear Zeus claiming him, something I myself would have done the day Harry arrived at London, had it not been for a very important factor of loyalty and trust that had held me back – namely the fact that, the day before Harry's birthday, I had tried and failed to convince Remus of the truth.
The man had sat me down in my own room – on my invitation after dinner – and while he had allowed me to speak my mind, had his eyes grown more and more with disbelief the longer I spoke, even while I reminded the man of my strange nine-month pregnancy that I never explained to either him or James, only to Lily.
The man had tried countering my arguments with the fact that Harry looked like James' replica and how this was proof of his Potter genes, but while I had tried countering that with Lily's expertise in Potions, had the man refused to believe that the woman was that skilled, making me lose faith in the chance of telling Harry.
I then look at the one man that will, for once and for all, prove to Mr. Disbelief that he was wrong and I was right and while it pains me to see my son hesitate on his journey back to an important part of his family, do I keep my smile aimed at my little boy, my eyes conveying to him how he should take this chance as he looks at me.
I then gaze into the hesitant shiny emerald green eyes and while part of me wonders if they will be electrical blue like Zeus' or silver-grey like mine once the Glamour – that was ingested by Harry through a few well-chosen milk-bottles – has been taken off, do I not allow for my wandering mind to show through my gaze.
Harry looks at me just a little longer and then turns back and while I can see how he – almost out of instinct – sways over to the chained Weasleys, does it seem as if Zeus catching his gaze again breaks whatever instinct the four prisoners enchanted onto him, which makes me want to glare at the four and sigh in relief at the same time.
Then the one thing that Zeus and I have waited fifteen years for happens and Zeus wraps his amazing, muscular arms around the lithe body of my little boy. And while this happens, can I almost sense Zeus magic surging through him, his power over the clouds and skies making it so that he embraces the boy warmly and with great comfort.
This alone is enough to make me pink away a single tear that wells up in my eye and while I know that there are still very many wary witches and wizards around us watching my every move, can I not help the wish that I was there with the two, there in Zeus' embrace with my son and with my own arms also covering my little boy.
Instead of that, do I keep a contend smile on my face, do I wrap my arms in front of my chest with pride and do I just gaze at the reunited father and son in front of me, knowing that the Prophesy is finally fulfilled and happily thinking to myself: "Now things will look up. They will finally start looking up for all of us."
And this thought alone is enough to make all the drama, heartache, fear, desperation, pain and anguish that I have felt over the last fifteen years – giving up my baby, losing my two best friends, getting framed by the traitor, 12 years Azkaban and the last 2 years on the run – fall of my shoulders, making me finally feel free.
Zeus' POV
My son's wariness hurts me more than words can ever describe, yet I know in my immortal heart that I am not the one to blame for this, which makes me wish to glare at the four chained up pieces of human garbage, were it not for the fact that I still desperately want to have my son back in my arms, just like I got that one chance all those years ago.
That one chance that was given to me by Sirius, after Harrison had just been born, where he allowed me to hold my son while he planned and negotiated with whoever he would dare to find to raise our son until he was ready as he knew that I was – by prophesy – forbidden from directly contacting or caring for our child.
I had not been happy with the idea that the man didn't deem himself a worthy mother, but had agreed with him, simply because I knew it was part of why the Fates had made their Prophesy in the first place; Sirius' insecurity was due to the suffering he was destined to encounter, suffering I would be forced to watch for 15 years.
I then see Harry halt after taking a few steps and while I try not to show any neediness for him to come over quicker or anger as I have no doubt that the four in chains are responsible for my son's hesitation, does my immortal heart soar when Harry's need for family overcomes his fear of rejection, something I know the last 14 years caused.
The boy walks over, the hesitancy and worries still visible in his step and the both of them making it so that I attempt to merge together with my ability over summer clouds, making me embrace my son with warmth and gentleness, even if a large part of me is screaming in elation at the fact that I have my baby boy back in my arms.
The gentle hold I have on the child also seems to comfort the last of the boy's worries as I feel the tenseness in his shoulders – due to his last fears and concerns – lessen to nothing, making Harry go even so far as to raise a single hand and softly grab my suit, a single sign of my son that still means the entire galaxy to me.
I release one hand from my hold on him and softly let it go through his hair, not even caring that it looks like a carbon copy of how James looked when he was brought into our news, as I feel that this illusion of magic is as much my little boy as whatever looks are – unbeknownst to him – hidden under the magical adoption.
"This is real." Harrison then softly whispers and this alone makes me smile even wider before I whisper back: "Yes, yes it is, little one. And so were all the little attempts that me and the other gods made to make sure your life was – even in the slightest bits – similar to how it would have been, had we been able to raise you."
This makes Harry look at me curiously, while Sirius raises a playful eyebrow, both of them obviously wondering what I have been doing to help my son and I softly mutter at Harrison: "Remember this?" Using my powers over the wind to make the hold he has on my suit tighten, making Harry's eyes widen before he says:
"You saved me. When – when I was about to fall off my broom. Back – back in first! You – you were the one to – to make sure I could keep holding on even while that thing was buckling more and more wildly." And while many of the mortals, especially the red-head next to the minister, look at this shocked, do I nod softly and say:
"Yes, and I also used my wind powers a few other times. Including once, where Hades made sure I could fill the earth with clouds to – shall we say – break your fall?" To this, while some of those around look shocked, does Sirius ask in shock: "You mean, during that Quidditch match that was interrupted by all those Dementors?"
This makes everyone look at the man confused and Fudge asks: "And how would you know that?" To which I ask: "Who else would those Dementors come looking for?" Making the man in the seat above me turn red, realizing that I am indeed right and Sirius shrugs as he says: "Wanted or not, I will see my charge fly, thank you."
And while this makes our son smile at him gratefully, does the woman in the robe behind him stand up, her left hand adjusting the monocle in front of her eye before she scrapes her throat and says: "I do believe that we have all gathered enough evidence in this case to call for a claim of innocence for both Lord Black and Heir Potter.
All those in favor?" And while the eyes of my son wide in pure amazement at the woman, the man before me starts to tremble in excitement and the four bastards start to scream and shake in their chairs, does one wand after another light up around me until only a few small holes are dark in a whole array of lights.
At this the woman nods and says: "Lord Black and Heir Potter have officially been released of all charges. Lord Zeus, do you have anything left that you wish to share with this court before we adjourn?" But at this I shake my head and say: "I only wish to prove that my son still has friends loyal to him, nothing more."
The woman nods, a small smile evident on her face as she says: "Then this court will adjourn and will meet again in ten minutes. In the mean time will my Aurors further question our three current suspects and will I myself prepare the case with everything you, Lord Hermes and Lady Athena have been kind enough to inform us of, Lord Zeus."
This makes me smile in gratitude at the woman and while I put a hand on my son's back to lead him out of the room and while Harry looks at the four prisoners with one last hurtful look, does the young man still allow me to walk him past the group of glaring redheads and – with Sirius by my side – do we leave the room.
Once outside, does Hermes walk out behind us as he asks: "Father, should I send her off now or later?" And only then do Sirius, Harry and I notice how the sneaky God of tricksters is already holding the raping bitch known as Ginerva Weasley by the scruff of her neck, the girl herself chained from wrist to elbow and up her lower legs.
At this I look at my son before I look back at Hermes and say: "I think you know the answer already?" And the man himself also spares a glance at my son before he nods and says: "Off I go then." Before he turns to the scank and says: "And off to the dungeons with you." And with a flash does the man run off yet again.
Harry's POV
Everything that happened in the last few minutes has me stunned, shocked and wondering what I have been through in the first place. Still, to see the God of travels disappear with the younger sister of who I thought was my best friend is still something that makes me remember a little something Zeus told me during it all.
It makes me turn to the man in question and I ask: "Lord Zeus, I am grateful you saved my life, but – well, I – I still want to know what it is you accused my friend and his family of." At this the man smiles at me and he says: "You will, son, but let's first get you, Sirius and myself somewhere we all feel safe and secure, is that alright?"
And while I feel amazed that the man actually takes our need to feel good into account, do I still nod before Mr. Weasley asks: "Will we be seeing Harry or Sirius again after this, Lord Zeus?" And the man sternly answers: "We are planning to question all of you under the influence of Lady Athena, so yes, you can expect our return."
And while the idea of anymore of my friends being traitors makes a shiver run down my spine as I just can't take anymore events that are similar to what cost me my mother, but then I realize something and ask: "Lord Zeus, how did you get my mother to betray her husband? I thought the Gods usually only bond with single mortals."
At this Sirius and my apparent father share an amused glance and Sirius lies a hand on my shoulder from behind me as he says: "We'll explain that somewhere safe. Got any ideas, kiddo?" At this I think, but then shake my head and whisper: "Everywhere I've ever been, Ron has been with me. I – I can't think of anywhere."
To this the two nod and then Zeus asks: "Then would you be comfortable somewhere we feel better, little Spark? Like – say – Olympus?" This shocks me and while the thought itself – for some reason – warms me from the inside, can I not help but whisper: "I – I guess Olympus would be – good." I then end off weakly.
The two men smile and then Dumbledore comes walking out, his entire stance showing a grace and calm I can already tell are completely faked and the man asks: "Lord Zeus, I would like to ask if it could be possible for you and myself to meet somewhere today. Perhaps my office or your kingdom will suffice?"
At this my father nods and says: "I will send Hermes your way as soon as I have explained everything to my son and Sirius. They both – due to their bond – deserve as much of the truth as they should know." At this, while the Headmaster seems relieved at the last words, can I not help but feel as if the message is different from his own.
Zeus then softly pushes me to Sirius and whispers at Dumbledore in a tone that is just loud enough for me to hear: "By the way, even Apollo thinks that little weapon of yours a load of tishtosh, so just forget what it said, I never faced that killer anyway." And while Dumbledore seems shocked at this, do the words confuse me.
Zeus then turns back to Sirius and me and asks: "Are you both ready?" And while I wonder what the man could mean, does Sirius wrap one arm around my shoulders and does he use the other to grab my right hand with his own as he nods and says: "Ready when you are." Making my father smile at him, joy visible in his eyes and smile.
He then raises his arms and starts to wave his hands in an amazing manner, making me actually feel like looking down. But when I do, do I suddenly see gusts of wind picking up around our feet and swirling up around our legs and hips as they gain in number and strength the higher they climb, making me lose sight of my body.
Then the winds actually enwrap themselves around Sirius and me and while the man keeps his smile to prove that he has done this before, do I feel amazed as I can actually feel myself moving thanks to the winds, yet they – at the same time – seem to keep me in my place, making me wonder where it is they are taking us.
Then, as slow and gentle as they appeared, do the winds disappear around us in a sudden flash, actually blinding me for a short second and making me close my eyes. I then blink to look around and when I do, does my mouth drop and do I feel my entire body sag with amazement at what I can see in front of me.
A giant mountain, made purely out of clouds and coloured winds that actually move together in such a way they look like solid rock, rises up ever so slowly in front of me, a single wide staircase in the exact midst of the mountain, leading up from where I stand to the very tip, where a single large, circular castle is located.
I look around further and see that, from the staircase, many paths have been carved, paths that seem to lead to various temples, houses and other buildings, the whole array of them almost making the mountain look like some crowded village that seems to have been taken straight from the Ancient Greece era of time.
I look in amazement at all of the temples, the giant houses, the spa buildings and other facilities that are build into temple-like buildings and while almost all of them have some kind of symbol indicating to what Greek God or Goddess they have been build in honor of, do I still see all kinds of amazing creatures venture through them.
I try to take a closer gander at the creatures I see wandering around and while all of them – some coming in and out of temples, others working in small gardens – have some human attributes to them – mostly their human faces – do they also have clear signs all over their forms proving that they aren't entirely human.
One of these are females that are coming out of an aquamarine colored temple, who all have hair that flows in the wind like waves rolling onto the beach and that even have some kind of blue-colored aura escaping them. These woman all have their eyes closed as they work together, the four of them tending to a pond near a temple.
"Poseidon's Water Nymphs." Sirius then says and when I turn to him, do I see that he has caught onto what I am gazing at and he says: "They're definitely friendly, but don't get near their water surfaces until you gained their trust. Believe me, they can be vicious of they want to. Very unpredictable creatures, just like the oceans."
This makes me remember that earlier, the man was looking at me as if he knew what was going on and I ask: "Have – have you been here before, Sirius?" And the man nods as he waves at the nymphs – that have apparently noticed us as well – as he calmly says: "A few times. Zeus always did love bringing me here back then."
This makes me tilt my head and the man smiles, a kind of warm, gentle love suddenly shining in his eyes that shocks me as he gazes at me and asks: "Haven't you figured it out yet, little one. Lily was never brought here, because she never caught Zeus' interest. She caught mine, but only because she had such a warm heart.
One I knew would be perfect for –." At this I lean forward, wanting to know what he is planning to say even if part of me is already mentally screaming it at my subconscious mind, but then suddenly does father appear again in a flash of lightning that shocks me as he asks: "Planning to spill our secret without me, were you?"
This makes me look from the immortal God to Sirius, my eyes wide as every part of me is now realizing the conclusion of everything. Why Sirius is so cool with the Gods actually existing. How he already knew the truth of my apparent parentage. And why Zeus would actually bring him here when Lily and James were still alive.
Sirius then apparently sees that I have realized the truth in my eyes as he nods, his eyes still shining with that same warmth before he walks over and hugs me, just like father hugged me in the Courtroom and while I feel like surrendering to his hold and crying loudly, do I hear him whisper: "Yes, Harry, yes. I am your mother."
HOLY SHIT!
Just want to let you all know that I was dealing with a little block here, but that was because I didn't realize how important it was for Sirius to be part of this chapter. I wanted to get the whole thing with Harry discovering who his real friends are out of the way and didn't realize that I had forgotten something major!
I decided to see what would happen if I put Sirius' POV just before Zeus' when he has Harry coming over and from there on – bar the part of Zeus' POV when they leave the courtroom as that was when my block hit me – did my muse for this story kick back in with major horsepower and did I write this amazing story.
Now I just want to let you all know two things: One, Olympus looks like how I envisioned it, not how it's described in the PJ stories. Why? I felt this sounded more like a magical mountain home atop the Empire State Building. 2. There will be PJ creatures coming up in this story, but they will be OC regarding how they look.
I'm sorry, but I have trouble envisioning how the creatures described in PJ stories look and because we only have 2 movies left so far, did I decide to base the creatures off of my own imagination. So you can still expect creatures like Dragoons and Cyclopes and whatnot, just not described like the PJ books do.
Finally, does this story start on PJ LT Chapter 7, but then without the whole Summer Solstice being added to Percy's talk with Annabeth and without all the worrying aspects that seem to come from both Annabeth and Chiron that Percy discusses with Luke. The Master Bolt hasn't been Stolen, but in the story it will be, I assure you.
Okay, enough spoilers,
Venquine1990
