The house at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England, appeared much like any other in the neighbourhood: a two-story brick structure with an overgrown front lawn and tall hedges growing along the walkway. Only those who ventured inside could tell that something was off - the main floor lacked the vibrancy of four people living together. Vernon Dursley, dressed in glassed and a navy-blue jumpsuit from his factory job at a drill-making facility, walked through the empty hallway while Petunia Dursley, his wife, her hair tied up in a tidy bun and housedress covering her frame, followed behind him with a damp cloth and bucket of soapy water. Their son Dudley, at six years old already shaped by his parents' spoiling ways, lumbered towards the kitchen where he knew treats waited for him.

But there was a fourth, Harry Potter, a five-year-old orphan. He had unkempt jet-black hair and his icy silver eyes resembled moons. His tiny frame and pale skin bespoke his neglect. He was small and skinny for a five-year-old boy and too scrawny to carry his own weight. Measuring ninety-seven centimetres or three feet two inches and twelve kilograms or twenty-six pounds, he looked ready to topple over, like a sapling that had just broken through the ground.

There were scars all over his body, but they didn't look like they came from surgery: They were crisscrossed, webbed marks that couldn't have been anything else but torture wounds.

Worst of all there was no evidence that he actually lived in the home. His tiny bedroom was inside of a cupboard under the staircase; he slept on the cold hard floor with only a stack of blankets.

As if it weren't enough to live in squalor, he also cooked for everyone and cleaned the house by himself—even though a 5-year-old child shouldn't have been doing it at all.

Hidden deep in a forest France, Artemis stood outside a small camp. Her resplendent beauty was breathtaking, with cold silver eyes that shimmered like moons and auburn hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She was tall and toned, her muscles defined beneath her dark clothing. An owl hooted in the distance as Artemis watched the boy sleeping in the cupboard, his chest rising and falling steadily in slumber.

Artemis' voice boomed with joy as she said, "Finally! I found you, Zoe."

Zoe lowered her gaze in respect and whispered, "Milady."

Artemis stepped closer to Zoe, her eyes aglow with purpose. "I have been looking for my son all this time. Do you remember when father punished me twenty-six years ago?"

Zoe nodded slowly.

"He turned me into a mortal and removed my memories and power. When my mortal shell died five years ago, I left behind a son." Artemis paused, her voice now gentle and full of emotion. "I must go now and find him. Tell Atalanta and Sophia to prepare the medical tent, he is injured"

Zoe's eyes widened with understanding. She remembered the tale of Artemis being turned mortal by Zeus as punishment for a transgression the details of which were often whispered among the hunters but never confirmed. The thought of the mighty goddess rendered powerless and condemned to live as a mortal was both tragic and humbling.

Zoe placed her hand over her heart, bowing her head. "Your wish shall be fulfilled, my Lady. We will ensure everything is ready for your return."

Artemis gazed at the night sky, her silver eyes reflecting the moonlight. She could feel Harry's pain and suffering from afar. A tear slid down her cheek. "Thank you, Zoe. I should've been there for him. I will make it right," she whispered.

With a graceful leap, Artemis transformed into a bear, bounding through the forest. The journey to Little Whinging was fraught with challenges, but Artemis was determined to retrieve her son and bring him to safety.

Back at the camp, Zoe quickly relayed the message to Atalanta and Sophia. The hunters of Artemis were known for their unparalleled skills and unwavering loyalty to their goddess. They swiftly prepared the medical tent, ensuring it was stocked with all the necessary supplies.

As Artemis approached the Dursley residence, she was taken aback by what she found. "Blood wards, either Dumbledore is the biggest hypocrite ever or he does not know what blood wards do."

She waved her hand and the wards instantly collapsed, angered she pounded on the door.

Vernon Dursley, having just returned from work, peered suspiciously through the peephole. He was met with the fierce gaze of a resplendent woman, emanating power and authority. Hesitatingly, he opened the door, just enough to confront the visitor, keeping the chain in place. "Who are you? What do you want?" he barked.

Before he could react, the door blew open, sending him tumbling backward. Petunia screamed from the kitchen and Dudley, having heard the noise, peeked out from behind a wall. The aura surrounding Artemis was palpable, and the Dursleys felt a chill in the air. Even though she now appeared in her mortal form, her very presence was enough to suppress any resistance from them.

"I've come for the boy," Artemis stated firmly, her eyes scanning the house for Harry.

"No! impossible the old man said you were dead!" Petunia shrieked, her voice rising in hysteria.

Artemis's gaze shifted to Petunia, her eyes narrowing. "You see Petunia Dursley nee Fairchild, I am the Goddess Artemis, and Lily Potter nee Fairchild was nothing but a mortal shell of mine." There was an icy coldness in her voice, making Petunia cringe.

Artemis advanced, her every step echoing power and authority, making the Dursleys shrink back in fear. Dudley hid behind the sofa, his eyes wide, the treats he had been munching on now forgotten. Petunia tried to scramble away, but she was paralyzed by Artemis's gaze.

"Where is my son, Petunia?" Artemis asked coldly.

Petunia pointed to the cupboard under the stairs, her voice quivering, "He's there."

Without another word, Artemis moved to the cupboard and gently opened it. Harry, who had been woken up by the noise, stared up at her with his big, bright eyes, fear evident in them.

Artemis's face softened when she saw him, "Harry," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. She carefully lifted him up, cradling him close to her chest.

Harry looked into her eyes, the shimmering moonlight in them giving him a sense of comfort and warmth. "Mama?" he asked, his voice barely audible before he collapsed into her arms, exhausted from the ordeal and years of neglect.

Artemis held him close, her heart aching as she felt the weight of his frail body against hers. She touched his forehead with a kiss, feeling the scar that marked him and the burden of his legacy.

"I've got you now, my little moon," Artemis whispered, her voice full of emotions. "You're safe."

The atmosphere in the room was stifling, and a tense silence permeated the space. The Dursleys watched, frozen in terror, as the goddess comforted her child. They had seen her immense power firsthand, and the realization that they had been harbouring a child of a deity was slowly sinking in.

Vernon found his voice first. "You... you can't just come here and take him," he sputtered, trying to muster some semblance of authority.

Artemis's gaze shot to him, her eyes icy. "Do you think you can defy a goddess, Vernon Dursley? You dare to challenge my right to my own child?"

Petunia, her face pale, spoke up, her voice tremulous. "He was left here for his own protection."

Artemis glanced at the decrepit cupboard and the frail form of her son. "Protection? Do you call this protection? You were meant to care for him, not imprison and torture him and keep him as a slave."

Petunia shrank back, unable to meet Artemis's gaze. "We did our best. We were afraid of his...abilities."

Dudley, who had been listening silently, finally mustered the courage to speak. "Why did you leave him here, then? If you're his...mummy."

Artemis sighed, her anger subsiding. She looked down at Harry, who was now sleeping peacefully in her arms. "I did not leave him. I was rendered mortal by my father, Zeus, and lost all memories of my divine origin. When my mortal shell died, I was reborn as the goddess Artemis, but Harry was left behind. I've been searching for him ever since."

The weight of her words hung in the air. The Dursleys were faced with the consequences of their actions, the guilt evident in their eyes.

Artemis turned away from them, her focus solely on her child. "You will face consequences for what you've done, but now is not the time."

She summoned her powers, and in a whirlwind of silver and moonlight, both Artemis and Harry disappeared from the house at 4 Privet Drive.

Artemis and Harry reappeared in front of Zoe, their feet suddenly touching the ground again amongst the tents of a quiet medical camp. Zoe jumped back in surprise but quickly recovered.

"Zoe," Artemis said, her voice echoing through the night air. "Has Atalanta and Sophia prepared the medical tent."

"Yes, my Lady," Zoe replied, rushing forward to assist. She cast a worried glance at the boy cradled in Artemis's arms. "Is thy son alright?"

Artemis gently brushed a strand of Harry's messy hair back, her fingers lingering on the lightning bolt scar. "He will be. But he needs care. The neglect he's suffered... it's beyond comprehension."

Sophia and Atalanta approached; their faces etched with concern. With quick, measured steps, Sophia closed in on the young boy and stopped a few feet away. She cast her gaze up toward the goddess who had introduced him, "Milady, how old is he?"

"He's five," replied Artemis, "As of Two weeks ago."

Sophia nodded solemnly and dropped to her knees. Her hands glowed a soft blue as she reached out and delicately touched Harry's forehead. With each passing second, a deepening frown creased her features - she felt for the extent of his injuries.

He's severely malnourished," said Sophia quietly as she pulled away from him. "There is evidence of physical trauma and a lot of fractured bones that have been healed improperly. And there is something dark, in that scar on his forehead."

Artemis stiffened. She had noticed the scar but had been too afraid to ask any questions about it. "What do you mean?" she implored.

Sophia sighed sadly. "It looks like this scar was created by a powerful magical spell. I'm not sure what kind, but it's definitely not natural."

Atalanta stepped forward, her voice was soft and gentle yet firm. "My Lady, we should take him inside and tend to his wounds first before we delve further into the mystery of what happened to him."

When Harry arrives inside, the girls inject him with a sedative. His limbs grow heavy, and his vision blurs as he falls asleep.

They cut his shirt, revealing his abdomen filled with scars of all types, most of them intersecting with each other. Atalanta lets out a gasp when she sees his scars, her yellow eyes widening in horror.

Sophia rushes out of the tent, and she returns a few minutes later with Artemis. The goddess's face is a mask of fury, her eyes blazing with divine wrath.

"The Dursleys will pay for this long term. I will watch as all that they worked for gets destroyed," she sneers, her voice dripping with venom.

"Atalanta, I need you to take pictures and then try to heal as many scars as you can," she commands, her voice softening slightly as she looks at Harry's unconscious form.

"Yes, Milady," Atalanta responds, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and compassion.

Atalanta gently cradled Harry's arm, looking closely at the intricate web of scars that crisscrossed his pale skin. With a click, she captured images of the evidence, each scar an irrefutable testament to the pain he had suffered. It was clear that, although young, Harry had endured hardship few could imagine.

Zoe approached cautiously, holding a delicate silver bowl filled with a shimmering liquid. "It's a healing salve," she whispered. "We gathered it from the moonlit flowers that bloom only during the festival of Artemis. It's meant to heal physical wounds and soothe the tortured soul."

Artemis nodded, her expression one of gratitude and appreciation. "Apply it generously, Zoe. We need to ensure that his physical pain is alleviated as soon as possible."

Gently, Zoe applied the salve, and the marks began to fade slowly, disappearing as if erased by time itself. The magic of the ointment combined with the divine intervention made for an efficient remedy.

However, Sophia hesitated as she neared the lightning-shaped scar. "I'm not sure about this one," she admitted, her eyes troubled. "There is a soul fragment inside that scar as if someone split their soul and placed a piece of it inside that scar, like if they tried to cheat death."

Artemis's eyes darkened with realization. "Horcrux," she whispered, remembering the old tales from the magical world, tales of dark wizards splitting their souls into objects to gain immortality. "He is but a child, and yet he bears such a burden?"

Atalanta looked at Artemis, confusion evident in her gaze. "Horcrux? What is that?"

"It's an abomination," Artemis answered bitterly. "A dark piece of magic where a wizard rips apart their soul and hides it within an object, or in this case, a person, to achieve immortality. Every time they create a Horcrux, they become less human. I will be back with Hades or Persephone to consult on this."

Atalanta shuddered. "It sounds like a curse."

"It is," Artemis confirmed, her face grim. "And it's something that is beyond even my abilities to heal. That piece of soul can influence and corrupt the person carrying it."

Sophia stepped closer, her curiosity piqued. "If this dark magic is beyond your abilities, how do we remove it? What will happen to the boy?"

Artemis looked thoughtful. "Removing a Horcrux is not an easy task. If it were an object, we could destroy it without much thought. But Harry... we need to be very careful."

Zoe took a deep breath, determination set in her eyes. "Then we'll be careful. We will find a way."

Atalanta nodded in agreement. "The boy deserves a chance at life, free from this curse."

Just then, a shadowed figure appeared at the entrance of the tent. It was Hades, the god of the underworld, with Persephone, the queen of the underworld, by his side.

"You called, Artemis?" Hades said, his deep voice echoing throughout the tent.

"Yes," Artemis replied. "I need your expertise."

She quickly explained the situation, and both Hades and Persephone exchanged glances.

"This is grave," Persephone murmured. "A living Horcrux. It's not something we've dealt with before."

Hades nodded in agreement. "But we might know of a way to extract it without harming the boy. The process, however, will be dangerous and will require both our powers combined."

Artemis clenched her fists. "Do it. Whatever it takes. remove that filth from my son."

Hades touched the scar. Harry started thrashing and crying. A black mist formed and eventually took shape, becoming a dark silhouette of Voldemort—but with huge holes through his soul. The holes didn't yield when you looked into it; rather, it was an absence that sucked at you with the force of a hurricane.

Voldemort glared at Hades with hatred, his wand extending menacingly. "What are you doing?" he demanded.

Hades stared into Voldemort's eyes without fear. She spoke in a low but certain voice. "You will be brought to the Underworld where you will await punishment for all your atrocities against both humans and gods alike."

Voldemort sneered derisively. "Who do you think you are, you pathetic mud-blood? You are nothing to me! I am a god!" he declared arrogantly.

Hades, unfazed by Voldemort's proclamation, gave a sardonic chuckle. "You, a god? Don't flatter yourself. You're but a fractured remnant of a soul, clinging to existence. True gods stand before you."

Persephone stepped forward, her gaze cold, "Your arrogance knows no bounds, Tom Riddle. But in the Underworld, you will learn your true place."

Voldemort's gaze darted from one god to another, a hint of unease creeping into his features. "You cannot destroy me," he hissed, determination evident in his eyes.

Hades's eyes narrowed. "We don't intend to. You will remain in the Underworld, where your influence will never reach the surface again."

With a gesture from both Hades and Persephone, chains made of shadows materialized, wrapping themselves around the dark silhouette of Voldemort. He struggled against them, his form shifting and contorting, but the chains held firm, pulling him closer to the god of the Underworld.

"No! This can't be happening!" Voldemort screamed in denial.

Persephone's face was a mask of ice as she whispered, "Welcome to eternity, Tom."

And with that, Voldemort was dragged beneath the surface of the earth, to the deepest depths of the Underworld.

Artemis let out a deep breath, her shoulders sagging with relief. "Thank you," she whispered to both Hades and Persephone. "I owe you both a debt."

Hades waved his hand dismissively. "The balance had to be restored. The universe cannot endure such a blight as him for long."

Persephone nodded in agreement. "The realms of gods and mortals must remain in harmony. We did what was necessary."

Zoe, Atalanta, and Sophia watched in awe, grateful for the gods' intervention. Harry, now free from the malevolent influence, lay peacefully on the cot, his breathing steady and his expression serene.

"Will he remember any of this?" Sophia asked, glancing towards the boy.

Artemis shook her head. "No, it's best he doesn't. He's been through enough. Let him have his childhood. But when the time is right, I will reveal to him the truth, and guide him on his path."

The next morning, Harry woke up in a soft bed, the canvas walls of the tent filtering the morning light. He felt different, lighter somehow, though he couldn't pinpoint why. His body was free of pain, and when he touched his forehead, the once-burning scar was cool to the touch.

Sitting up, he saw Artemis sitting nearby, watching him with a gentle smile. "Good morning, Harry," she greeted.

"Mama?" he asked, his voice small and cautious.

"You're safe," Artemis reassured him. "You were injured, but we took care of you."

"But how, Aunty Petunia said you didn't want me, and who is Harry, my name is Freak?"

Artemis's face contorted with a mix of sorrow and anger. Taking a deep breath, she approached the bed and sat down next to Harry, trying to keep her voice gentle and soothing.

"Your real name is Harry James Potter," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You are not a 'freak.' You are a special boy, and I am so sorry that I wasn't there for you earlier. But I promise, from now on, you will be loved and cared for."

Tears brimmed in Harry's eyes. "But why did they hate me? Why did they hurt me?"

Artemis hesitated, trying to find the right words. "Sometimes, people act out of fear or ignorance, Harry. The ones who harmed you didn't understand or appreciate the wonderful person you are. But that's in the past now. You are with family, and we will never let anyone harm you again."

Harry stared into Artemis's eyes, searching for any hint of deception. After a moment, he seemed to find what he was looking for, as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "So, I'm really Harry? And you're my... Mama?"

Artemis nodded tears of her own forming. "Yes, Harry. I am your mother, and you are my son."

A mix of emotions played across the five-year-old's face: disbelief, happiness, relief, and hope. He wrapped his arms around Artemis, burying his face in her shoulder. "Thank you, Mama."

Artemis pulled the little boy into her arms, feeling his frail body tremble against hers. The sorrow and hurt in his eyes reminded her of her own losses. With a lingering hug, she drew away far enough to gaze down into the solemn face before her.

"Harry," she said softly.

"Yes Mama," he replied in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you know of gods?" she asked, noticing the defensive set of his shoulders from Vernon's words.

"Uncle Vernon said they are make-believe things that don't exist," Harry answered cautiously.

Artemis smiled gently at him and said "Well Harry, your uncle is wrong. I am Artemis, Goddess of nature, vegetation, childbirth, wildlife, the hunt, sudden death, animals, virginity, young women, forests and hills, the moon, archery."

Harry blinked, trying to process the information. "So... you're a god...dess? Like in stories?"

Artemis nodded, "Yes, exactly like in the stories. Throughout history, mortals have worshipped gods and goddesses, seeking guidance, protection, and blessings. But sometimes, the line between the mortal realm and that of the divine becomes blurred." She gently touched Harry's cheek. "You, my dear boy, are a testament to that."

"So, I'm... special because you're my mum?" Harry asked, his voice quivering with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Artemis squeezed Harry's hand reassuringly. "You are special, Harry, not just because of me, but because of who you are and the heart that beats within you. You've been through so much, yet you've remained strong and kind."

Harry's eyes shone with wonder. "Does that mean I can do magic like in the stories?"

Artemis chuckled softly, "While you do have a unique heritage, magic, as you think of it, is a bit different. But yes, you will learn about your own capabilities in time. For now, what's important is that you're safe and loved."

Harry looked down, playing with the sheets. "And the people who hurt me? Will they... will they come for me?"

Artemis's expression hardened. "They will not harm you again. They have no power here, and I will ensure your safety."

The young boy sighed in relief, leaning into Artemis's embrace. "I'm glad you found me, Mama."

Artemis kissed the top of Harry's head, her heart swelling with love and protectiveness. "So am I, Harry. So am I."

She put him down on the bed and went to leave the medical tent when Harry grabbed her waist, and tearfully cried "No mama please don't leave me,"

Artemis stopped in her tracks, her heart aching at the desperation in his voice. She turned back, her eyes shimmering with tears, and knelt down to be at eye level with Harry.

"Hey," she whispered, lifting his chin with her fingers so that he looked directly into her eyes. "I am not going anywhere. I promise. I'll be right outside, okay?"

Harry sniffled, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "Promise?"

Artemis nodded, her voice soft but unwavering. "I swear, Harry. I won't leave you alone again. I will be back with food, and maybe I can show you my wolves, and other animals around here when you are better would you like that?"

Harry's eyes widened in wonder. "Real wolves? Like in the stories?"

Artemis smiled warmly. "Yes, real wolves. They're my companions and guardians. They're very gentle, especially with children. They'd love to meet you."

Harry's initial fear began to dissipate as curiosity took over. "Okay," he whispered, the idea of meeting real wolves sparking a glint of excitement in his eyes. "But Mama... please don't be gone too long."

Artemis reached out, cradling Harry's face with her hands. "Just a few minutes, love. And remember, I'm right outside."

She leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. The scent of wildflowers and moonlight lingered, enveloping Harry in a comforting embrace.

As Artemis stepped out of the tent, she was met by Zoe, Sophia, and Atalanta. The trio of women had been watching over Harry with Artemis, all of them deeply affected by the boy's circumstances.

Zoe stepped forward; her face etched with worry. "How is he?"

Artemis sighed, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "He's scared, understandably so. We need to make sure he feels safe here, surrounded by love and care."

Sophia nodded. "He's been through so much; it will take time for him to trust fully. But he seems to have taken to you quite well."

Atalanta, with her keen eyes, had been observing the forest around them. "I've posted guards in the perimeter. No one will come near him without our knowledge."

Artemis nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Atalanta. Zoe, make sure the other hunters know, that my son will be staying with the hunters of Artemis for the time being I am going to use a loophole in the ancient that will allow me to raise him. Also please tell me whose job was it to cook breakfast today?"

Zoe raised an eyebrow, sensing the subtle annoyance in Artemis's voice. "It's Callista's turn today."

Artemis's expression softened. "Let's not be too hard on her. Given the circumstances, everyone's been on high alert. Perhaps she just lost track of time."

Sophia chuckled, "Or maybe she was just distracted by the antics of some of our younger hunters. You know how they can be."

Artemis gave a small smile, "Indeed. Nevertheless, Harry needs to eat, and so do the rest of us. Let's get something together."

Atalanta added, "I brought back some fresh game early this morning. It's by the fire pit. That should help."

Artemis nodded appreciatively. "Perfect. Let's prepare a hearty breakfast. My son has a lot of catching up to do, in more ways than one."

The group made their way to the camp's center, where a large fire pit was surrounded by makeshift benches. The air was filled with the sounds of nature and the distant conversations of other hunters who were beginning to stir and gather for their morning routines.

As they approached, Callista, a young woman with raven-black hair and sparkling blue eyes, was already by the fire, looking sheepishly at the unprepared ingredients. "I'm so sorry, my lady," she began, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I... overslept."

Artemis held up a hand to stop her. "It's alright, Callista. We've all had a lot on our minds. Let's just get breakfast started. Harry must be hungry."

Callista nodded, her relief evident. "Of course, Lady Artemis. I'll get right on it."

"Zoe, while Callista cooks please gather all of the hunters I have a few announcements to make, pertaining to our new arrival"

Zoe nodded, her silver circlet gleaming in the morning light. "Understood."

As Callista and Atalanta started preparing the food, Artemis took a moment to sit on one of the benches, absorbing the serenity of the forest around her. The gentle chirping of birds, the distant rustle of leaves, and the soft hum of the wind against the canvas tents brought her comfort. But her thoughts were still heavily weighed down by the plight of her son.

She was interrupted from her musings by Sophia, who sat down next to her. "He'll be alright, you know. With time and with our support, Harry will heal. The trauma won't vanish, but he'll learn to cope."

Artemis smiled faintly. "I know. It's just hard to accept that he was subjected to such cruelty, especially when I was oblivious to it all."

Sophia placed a comforting hand on Artemis's shoulder. "You did what you could with the information you had. Now that you know, you're doing everything in your power to protect and love him. That's what matters."

Before Artemis could reply, the sound of footsteps approached, and soon, the entire camp of hunters had gathered around the fire pit. They stood in loose formations, their various armours and weapons reflecting their diverse backgrounds, but all shared a similar sense of purpose and dedication in their eyes.

Artemis rose, addressing the assembled hunters. "Sisters, as most of you are aware, a young boy named Harry has come under our protection. Harry is my son." A murmur of surprise spread through the crowd. "He has faced undue hardship at the hands of mortals who neither understood nor appreciated his worth. From this day forth, he is under the protection of the Hunters of Artemis."

She paused, letting her words sink in. "Some of you may question this decision, as our oath dictates that we remain apart from the company of men. However, Harry is only five years old, and our primary oath is to protect the innocent. I invoke a loophole in the ancient laws that will allow me to raise him."

"Now if you want to understand how I have a son, I want to make it clear to everyone that I have not broken my oath, do you remember when father punished me twenty-six years ago? well, he turned me into a mortal and removed my memories and power. When my mortal shell died five years ago, I left behind a son."

"I am going to make it clear as Sophia and Atalanta can testify he has been in a state that only the worst of us can imagine, he is to be treated with respect an attack on him will be treated as if you are attacking me personally. No harm should come to him, and everyone should ensure he feels welcomed and protected."

Many of the hunters nodded in understanding, their loyalty to Artemis evident in their expressions.

Elena, one of the older and more respected hunters, stepped forward. "Lady Artemis, we trust your judgment. If this boy is your son and you deem it fit to keep him under our protection, then we shall guard him with our lives."

There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the hunters. Phoebe, another seasoned hunter, added, "The oath we took was to protect the innocent, especially those that are vulnerable. Harry fits that criteria. We shall stand by him."

Artemis nodded in appreciation. "Thank you for your understanding and support. I know this is an unusual situation, but I trust in our unity and the strength of our bond. Together, we will ensure that Harry grows up in a loving and safe environment."

"Now for those who are curious about what am I going to do, I am going invoke that will allow me to raise him, in the ancient laws there is a clause that states that a mortal child of a deity can be raised by the deity if there is an intention to make the child immortal, or if there is an intention to make the child an heir to one or multiple of the deities domains, I am going to invoke the second part of that clause"

A collective gasp went through the assembled hunters. It was a rare occurrence for a god or goddess to declare a mortal as their heir to any domain. The responsibility and power that came with such a position was immense.

Althea, a hunter who was well-versed in the ancient laws, voiced the question that was on everyone's mind. "Lady Artemis, which domain do you intend to declare Harry as heir to?"

Artemis looked out over the gathered crowd, her eyes reflecting the weight of her decision. "I intend to declare Harry as the heir to my domains of nature, vegetation, wildlife, the hunt, sudden death, animals, forests and hills, the moon, and archery."

The murmurs that went through the assembled group were louder and more intense this time. Artemis had declared not just one domain for Harry, but almost all of her main domains.

"That's... significant," whispered one of the younger hunters to her companion.

"It's unprecedented," the other whispered back.

Zoe, who had been silent up until now, stepped forward. "It is a decision that Lady Artemis has the right to make, and she has her reasons. We, as her loyal followers, should support her and Harry in this journey."

"I agree with Zoe," Atalanta added. "This is not a decision made lightly. We should respect it and provide all the support Harry needs."

Artemis nodded at them gratefully. "Thank you, Zoe, Atalanta. I understand the weight of this declaration and its implications. I believe in Harry's potential, and with our guidance and love, he can rise to the challenges of these domains."

She looked around, her gaze piercing and steady. "Does anyone have concerns or objections?"

There was a heavy silence, but no one stepped forward.

Artemis gave a small smile. "Then it's settled. Harry will be raised among us, and in due time, he will learn of his heritage and responsibilities. Remember my warning, there is only one person among you who could understand what he has gone through and that is Erika, the daughter of Hecate Erika not the daughter of Mnemosyne Erika."

The sudden mention of Erika caught the attention of many of the hunters. Most of them were aware of both Erikas in their ranks, but the distinction made by Artemis was a clear indication of the gravity of the situation.

Erika, the daughter of Hecate, was known for her tragic past. Before joining the Hunters of Artemis, she had been subjected to tortures and cruelties that many could not fathom. Her past was a closely guarded secret among the older hunters, and only a few knew the details. Over the years, she had risen above her pain, finding solace and strength among her sisters, but the scars remained.

Artemis continued, "Erika will play a vital role in helping Harry adjust and heal. She understands trauma and the path to recovery. I trust her to provide the empathy and guidance Harry needs."

Erika stepped forward, her usually stoic face betraying a hint of emotion. "I will do my best, Lady Artemis. I know how it feels to be lost and scared. Harry will not face this journey alone."

Artemis nodded, visibly relieved. "Thank you, Erika. Your experience and strength will be invaluable."

Sophia added, "We're all here for him, in any capacity he needs. Whether it's guidance, training, or simply a listening ear."

Artemis smiled gratefully. "I know, Sophia. This is why I trust this group, my loyal hunters, with my son's well-being."

Elena spoke up, "Let's remember, he's just a child. While we understand the weight of the responsibility he will eventually bear, for now, he needs love, care, and a safe environment to grow."

Callista glided towards Artemis, a silver tray of food and drink balanced in her hands. The sweet scent of orange juice mingled with the herbs of Ambrosia wafted through the air. "Milady this food is for Harry, Atalanta said he needs to be on a semiliquid diet for now and the orange juice is mixed with Ambrosia," she said, her voice soft and gentle.

"I will take it to him," replied Artemis solemnly.

She took the tray from Callista's hands and walked toward the medical tent. The heavy canvas flaps parted easily, revealing the dimly lit interior. In the center, on a soft makeshift bed of furs and blankets, lay Harry, his eyes closed in slumber. His chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern, and for a moment, Artemis allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief. Despite the horrors he had faced, here he was, safe and in the care of those who loved him.

She approached quietly, setting the tray down on a nearby table. As she did, Harry's eyes fluttered open, fixing on her with a drowsy stare.

"Mama?" he murmured, his voice laced with sleep.

"Yes, love," she responded, her voice a soft caress. "I brought you breakfast."

His eyes widened at the sight of the food. "For me?"

Artemis nodded, giving him a gentle smile. "Yes, for you. Eat up. It'll make you strong."

"But Uncle Vernon and Aunty Petunia said I don't deserve food" cried Harry.

Artemis's heart clenched at the innocent confession, fury simmering beneath the surface. It was beyond her comprehension how anyone could treat a child with such cruelty. But she kept her voice steady, gentle, and comforting as she responded.

"That's not true, Harry," she said, cradling his face with her hands. "You deserve all the love and care in the world, including nourishment for your body. What they told you was wrong."

Harry's eyes filled with tears, a mixture of hope and past trauma. "Really, Mama?"

She nodded, her eyes filled with determination and affection. "Really. You are my son, and you will never be denied anything you need here. We'll make sure of it."

"Stay still Harry, you are still weak and let me help you," said Artemis spooning food onto the fork.

Harry nodded obediently but couldn't suppress a small shiver of anticipation as the fork came closer. The aroma of the food was intoxicating, and even in his weakened state, hunger gnawed at him.

As Artemis carefully brought the fork to his lips, Harry tasted the divine combination of the orange and ambrosia. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted. The sweetness of the orange juice blended seamlessly with the divine richness of ambrosia, providing not just physical sustenance, but a warmth and comfort that seemed to spread throughout his entire being.

Swallowing, Harry looked up into Artemis's eyes, filled with wonder. "That's... amazing," he whispered, his voice still weak.

Artemis chuckled softly. "That's the magic of Ambrosia. It's not just any food. It's the food of the gods. It has healing properties and should help you recover faster."

Harry's eyebrows knit together in a frown. "But why... why are you giving it to me? I'm just... a freak."

Artemis's face darkened, her grip on the fork tightening for a split second. She took a deep breath, allowing herself a moment to calm her surging emotions. Setting the fork down, she reached out, cupping Harry's face and tilting it upwards so he was looking directly into her eyes.

"Listen to me, Harry James," she began with a tone that brokered no argument. "You are not a freak. You are my son, a young demigod with untapped potential, and deserving of love, respect, and care. What you've been told in the past, the way you've been treated, it's unjust and unfathomable. Here, among us, you will learn your true worth. You will grow strong, not just in power but in character."

Harry blinked up at her, his large, green eyes shimmering with tears that threatened to fall. "But I don't understand... Why did they hate me so much?"

Artemis hesitated, searching for the right words. "There are people in this world who, out of fear, ignorance, or jealousy, act cruelly towards those they don't understand. Harry, you just turned five a few weeks ago you didn't deserve how they treated you and trust me they will pay."

Harry's lip quivered, the weight of years of neglect and mistreatment pressing down on his small shoulders. Artemis could see the confusion, the pain, and the budding hope in his eyes. She reached out, pulling him gently into her arms, cradling him against her chest.

"They were wrong, Harry," she whispered soothingly, stroking his messy jet-black hair. "They were terribly wrong. And they will answer for their wrongdoings. But for now, you're safe here. You're with family."

Harry nestled closer, allowing himself to be enveloped in the warmth and safety of his mother's embrace. For the first time in his young life, he felt truly protected and truly loved. And as he drifted back into a restful sleep, nourished by the ambrosia and his mother's love, the tent was filled with a sense of hope and determination.

"Harry, can you finish eating I want you to meet Erika, I will let her tell her story to you even though you might not understand it just know she comes from a background not too similar to yours, she was also hated for being different," said Artemis.

Harry nodded weakly, still nestled in his mother's embrace. Although tired, he sensed the importance of what his mother was saying.

Artemis helped him sit up and gently began feeding him more of the Ambrosia-laden food. Every bite seemed to reinvigorate him, filling him with warmth and vitality. When he had consumed enough, she gently wiped his mouth and helped him to a sitting position.

"Erika?" Artemis called softly.

From the entrance of the tent, Erika stepped inside. Her tall, athletic frame seemed almost out of place in the dimly lit enclosure, but her presence was comforting. She knelt beside Harry's bed, offering him a soft smile.

"Hello, Harry," she greeted warmly.

Harry looked up at her with curiosity, noting the battle scars that crisscrossed her arms and the fierce determination in her eyes. Yet, despite her imposing appearance, he sensed a kindred spirit. Someone who had faced adversity, just like him.

"Erika has been with me for forty years," Artemis began, "She too faced challenges in her younger years. Erika, would you share your story?"

Erika took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Of course, Lady Artemis." She looked down at Harry, her gaze softening. "Harry I was born in Königsberg, Germany in 1930, My mother is the goddess Hecate, and my father was a Jew, which was a dangerous combination during the times I grew up in. Especially since by the laws I was labelled a Jew."

"When I was six my father and I were taken to Sachsenhausen concentration camp. Those were dark and horrific days. I faced hate and prejudice not just for being a half-blood, but also for my heritage. The camp guards and even some of the inmates treated us as if we were less than human."

Harry's eyes widened, aghast at the idea of someone being treated so poorly at such a young age. Erika's tale was a stark contrast to his own, and yet the underlying theme of cruelty and prejudice resonated with him.

"In the camp, my demigod abilities began to manifest," Erika continued. "The guards saw this as a threat, and I became a target. But my mother, Hecate, often helped me in covert ways. Small miracles, shadows that hid me when I needed it, moments when time seemed to freeze, allowing me a moment of respite."

She paused, taking a deep breath. "One night, my father was taken away. I never saw him again. It was the darkest moment of my life, but in that moment of despair, Lady Artemis found me. She and her hunters rescued me from that hellhole and offered me sanctuary among them."

Tears brimmed in Erika's eyes as she looked at Artemis with gratitude. "She gave me a new purpose, a new family. I became one of her hunters and vowed to help others like me, to fight against the darkness in the world."

Harry swallowed hard, deeply moved by Erika's story. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.

Erika reached out, touching his cheek gently. "You have nothing to be sorry for, little one. My past shaped me and made me stronger. And it led me to Lady Artemis and her hunters. My story is one of hope, of finding light in the darkest of times. I gave you a summary of my past, I don't want to scare you from what I experienced. Especially considering you are only five years old maybe when you are older I will, but do you have any questions?"

"Can you be my friend? if you were from forty years ago why do you not look old? What happened to your daddy? what is a Jew? Why do you talk weirdly? What is Königsberg? How are you so strong? what is Sachsenhausen?"

Erika chuckled softly at the barrage of questions, finding Harry's curiosity endearing. She held up a hand to signify she'd answer them one by one.

"First and foremost," she began with a soft smile, "I'd be honoured to be your friend, Harry."

"As for my age," she continued, "when one joins Lady Artemis's hunters, they gain the gift of eternal youth. We don't age, which is why I still look young despite being born fifty-five years ago."

Erika took a moment to collect her thoughts before addressing the next question. "Your question about my father is difficult, but to be honest, I don't know exactly what happened to him. After he was taken away, I never saw or heard from him again. It's one of the hardest parts of my past."

"As for what a 'Jew' is, Jews are followers of Judaism, a religion that has been around for thousands of years. It's both a faith and an ethnic group. During the time I grew up, there was a terrible man in power in Germany who despised Jews and many other groups. He blamed them for problems in the country and caused a lot of harm to them. It was because of these beliefs that my father and I were taken."

"I might sound different to you because I grew up speaking German. My accent might seem strange to you. Königsberg is a city where I was born. Today it's known as Kaliningrad and is part of Russia."

She flexed her arm, chuckling at Harry's question about her strength. "As for my strength, a combination of my demigod heritage and the rigorous training I've undergone as one of Artemis's hunters has made me strong. And also, the adversities I faced in Sachsenhausen concentration camp made me resilient."

"Sachsenhausen," she continued, her face turning sombre, "was a place where many people, including Jews, were taken during the war. It was a place of immense suffering and pain. People were mistreated, and many lost their lives. It's a dark chapter in history, and it's important we remember and learn from it."

"Can you tell what happened in the camp?"

Erika hesitated, her eyes distant as she was transported back to the memories of her childhood, memories that were tinged with pain and trauma.

"Harry," she began, her voice soft and measured, "The things that happened in Sachsenhausen, and in other camps like it, were deeply horrifying. They're not easy for anyone to hear about, let alone for someone as young as you. While I want to be honest with you, I also don't want to burden you with the weight of such heavy information."

She sighed, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. "But to give you a brief idea, people in the camps were starved, overworked, subjected to cruel experiments, and many were killed. Families were torn apart. Children, much like yourself, were separated from their parents. It was a place of suffering and death."

She looked into Harry's eyes, trying to gauge how he was processing the information. "There's a lot of cruelty in the world, Harry, but there's also kindness, love, and hope. While it's important to remember and learn from the past, it's equally important to move forward and make sure such things never happen again."

Harry noticing the tears in her eyes wrapped his small arms around her. Erika was momentarily taken aback by the sudden gesture, but then she melted into the embrace, feeling the genuine warmth and innocence of Harry's touch. A tear rolled down her cheek, though she tried to hide it from the young boy.

"You're very brave," Harry whispered, pulling back and looking up at her with those big green eyes that held so much understanding and compassion, far more than any five-year-old should possess.

Erika chuckled softly, brushing away her tears. "You're one to talk, young man. From what Lady Artemis has told me, you're quite the brave little warrior yourself."

Harry blushed, ducking his head. "I just... don't like seeing people sad."

Artemis, who had been silently observing the exchange, walked over and gently ruffled Harry's messy black hair. "You have a big heart, Harry," she said, her voice full of pride. "And that's one of the many reasons why we all love you."

Erika nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Harry. You've reminded me that even in the face of great darkness, there's always a beacon of light. And sometimes, that beacon comes in the form of a kind-hearted young boy."

Harry smiled, his chest swelling with happiness. The tender moment was interrupted however when Harry's stomach growled.

Erika and Artemis both laughed, their spirits lightened by the simple, innocent sound.

"It seems someone is still hungry," Artemis commented with a teasing tone.

Blushing, Harry nodded. "The food was really good, Mama."

Artemis smiled, brushing a stray hair from his face. "Well, we can't have you going hungry. How about another serving?"

Erika, ever the protective figure now, added, "And perhaps after that, a bit of rest? Sharing and hearing stories can be exhausting."

Harry hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting more of the delicious food and the allure of rest. Finally, he nodded, "Okay, but only if Erika stays with us for a while. I want to hear more stories."

Erika's heart warmed at the request, "Of course, Harry. As long as you'd like."

A/N: Erika is the name of a family friend who died a few weeks ago, I turned her into a character in this story to honour her, her past was identical to the character I created.

This is chapter 1 of the rewrite of HTTM, note in 30 days I will be taking the Original down from all platforms.

Please read and review, I will read every review.

This fic will have elements from the Shadowhunter Chronicles