With Sirius' freedom, Harry had one more person to exchange letters with. Three days after the drama-filled day, Sirius dropped by with a broomstick-shaped package in his hand. He got Harry alone and whispered, "Congratulations! Youngest Seeker in a century! Your dad would have been boasting to the high heavens by now. Meanwhile, your mum would have been so proud."

He handed Harry the broom, "This is a Nimbus 2000, there are a few extra enchantments added for safety reasons. Trust me on this, you will need it when you play against Slytherin. I remember back in our day, Prongs was thrown off his broom twice in the same match. According to your mum, a few Slytherin students in the stands were using their wands to jinx the broom. I don't know if the attitude has improved or worsened, but its better to be safe than sorry. Lily would haunt me forever if I let anything happen to you."

Harry's eyes were wide, "Uncle Sirius! You didn't have to! This is one of the top notch brooms!"

"Don't be silly, pup! I have 11 years of birthday and Christmas presents to make up for. Also, the protection enchantments were Uncle Remus' idea."

Soon, Halloween arrived, and Harry had no idea how to react to this. On that day, there was only one lecture, Charms. Beyond that, everyone was free to do as they pleased, until that night's feast.

There was still a bit of time, because Charms was before lunch. That was when Harry had a brainwave. He approached McGonagall after breakfast, "Professor? I was wondering if I could possibly visit my parents' graves. I wanted to honor them on this day."

The wizened woman had a kind smile on her face, "Of course you can, dear child. I always had mixed feelings about today. Meet me at the castle entrance in 10 minutes, I will also put out a call to Sirius and Remus as well."

Harry nodded and scampered off to get ready. 10 minutes later, he slipped out of the entrance and followed Professor McGonagall. After they left the wards, she told him, "Hold my arm, we are going to Apparate to Godric's Hollow. A fair warning though, it can be a little unpleasant for first-timers."

The next thing he knew, he was being squeezed hard. This feeling was almost like his entire body was being forced through a tight rubber tube. When they landed, he staggered away and began retching in a nearby bush. After recovering, he managed to take in his surroundings. He spotted Sirius and another man with scruffy-looking clothes and a thinning moustache waiting for him.

Sirius gently hugged him, "Hello pup, how are you feeling?"

"I'm having conflicting thoughts. On one hand, I'm sad that mum and dad died on this day because of You-Know-Who. However, I'm a little excited because of the feast. Am I wrong to feel this way?"

Remus knelt and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders. He smile kindly, "I wouldn't blame you in the slightest. I admit, the larger Wizarding populace see this as the day that you defeated You-Know-Who. There are a few who see it as the day a child became orphaned. Take your friend Neville, for example. He was also a target for the Death Eaters. As a result, both of his parents were tortured and are currently residing in St. Mungo's."

He nodded, "Yeah, I thought I saw Neville earlier. He was going somewhere with Professor Sprout and an older woman with a stuffed vulture on her hat."

Sirius replied, "That would be his grandmother, Augusta Longbottom. They were probably headed to St. Mungo's to visit his parents. By the way, I thought you should know, Neville's mum is your godmother, while your mum was Neville's godmother. Anyway, here we are, Harry. Welcome to St. Jerome's graveyard."

The quartet stopped in front of two graves, lying side-by-side. Sirius, Remus and McGonagall stepped back to allow Harry to have a moment alone with his parents. The boy knelt and gently traced their names on the headstones.

He whispered, "Mum… Dad… I… Words can't express how much I miss both of you. Sometimes I wish that the Dark Lord never existed, so that I could live happily ever after with you two and mother Artemis. Immediately after the attack, I stayed with her and the Hunters of Artemis. You two would have loved them, though dad may have to be a bit wary around them. They have been the big sisters I never had. They raised me, taught me, loved me, and every time they did, I feel like you two were with me, every step of the way. We finally got Sirius free from Azkaban after he was illegally incarcerated. I hope both of you are in Elysium. I miss you and love you."

With those final words, he placed a kiss on each headstone and stepped back. Remus' gentle arms wrapped around him, "That was beautiful, Harry. I'm sure they love you too. I'm sorry I wasn't around for you during your childhood. I am here now and won't go anywhere."

The next few minutes were spent wandering around Godric's Hollow. In all honesty, it was quite a quaint little village. There was a narrow road with several near-identical cottages lining up on either side of the road. Soon afterwards, McGonagall and Harry Apparated back to Hogwarts and they entered.

Argus Filch spotted Harry and eagerly advanced towards him. However, he spotted the Deputy Headmistress at the last moment. She fixed him with a stern glare, "At ease, Mr. Filch. Mr Potter was with me the entire time. I had taken him to visit his parents' graves."

He nodded and backed off. Eventually, Harry trudged back to the Gryffindor Tower. Along the way, he met Neville and guessed that he was back from St. Mungo's. He sidled up to the boy, "Hey Nev, you doing okay? I just got back from Godric's Hollow. Was visiting my parents' graves with Sirius and Remus. They told me that your parents were attacked as well. How are they?"

He sighed, "Still the same, Harry. Not much response from dad, but mum keeps giving me chewing gum wrappers during every visit."

Harry squeezed his shoulder, "Hope they feel better soon, mate."

"Me too, mate. In another life, we could have been like brothers."

Harry shrugged, "Yeah, maybe. I'll settle for being your friend first."

They entered and got their books for Charms class, not noticing some dirty looks thrown at them from Hermione in the Common Room. In the classroom, Professor Flitwick announced that they would be learning the Levitation spell.

Harry partnered Neville and sat down, with Hermione partnering Ron in front of them, a single feather at each table. Harry suddenly got a very bad feeling in his gut, but he ignored it for now. He was making decent progress, but Neville was struggling slightly. Fortunately, he was patient, and was able to help his partner. Together, they got their feather to sputter slightly and hover an inch or two, before it flopped back down. The same could not be said for Ron and Hermione, who were busy bickering. Ron chanted, "Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa! Move you stupid feather."

Hermione stopped him and lectured, "Stop! Stop! You're saying it wrong! It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."

Harry winced, that was definitely out of line, and he would not blame Ron for the impending explosion. Surprisingly Ron did not yell, though he did grit out, "You do it then, if you're so clever!"

She rolled up her sleeves, flicked hr wand and chanted, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

On cue, the feather rose up nearly four feet, attracting Professor Flitwick's attention. He praised her and she preened under the attention and shot Ron a smug look. By the end of class, he was steaming mad.

As they exited, she confronted the redhead, "Honestly Ronald! Are you usually this stupid, or do you do this just to annoy me?"

Then she whirled around to face Harry and Neville, her foot was tapping impatiently, "And you two! I overheard Malfoy spreading rumours that you two had stepped out of the castle."

Not giving them time to answer, she continued to rant, "You know that's against the rules, right? What if you two were caught? You could have been expelled! I will not have you two lose all my hard earned house points, just because you wanted to go off gallivanting-"

Harry fought hard to suppress his fury. He spoke in a low voice, "Do you know what the significance of today is?"

"It's Halloween, and the day you defeated You-Know-Who! Don't change the subject! Just because you're the Boy-Who-Lived, doesn't give you leeway to break the rules!"

Now, he lost every ounce of his patience, and he snapped, "If you must know, Neville went to St. Mungo's to visit his parents, and Professor Sprout was with him. Meanwhile, I was in Godric's Hollow because I have never seen my own parents' graves! You all may think of this day as the day I defeated a megalomaniac with a god complex. However, I think of it as the annual reminder of the day I became an orphan! SO DO EXCUSE ME FOR WANTING TO PAY TRIBUTE TO MY PARENTS ON THEIR DEATH ANNIVERSARY! And for the record, Professor McGonagall was with me the entire time."

His voice grew louder as his rant continued, and it attracted a crowd. In the end, he stormed up to the Gryffindor Tower to put away his Charms books, leaving behind a cowed Hermione. Neville shot her a look of disappointment before trudging after Harry.

Suddenly, a nearby Angelina Johnson walked up and slapped Hermione in the face, "YOU INSENSITIVE LITTLE B***H! HOW F**KING DARE YOU! ARE YOU THAT FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THE RULES!? AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, THEY WERE WITH THE PROFESSORS, SO THEY BROKE NO RULES. ALSO, 'LOSE ALL YOUR HARD-EARNED POINTS'? THAT IS EXTREMELY SELFISH OF YOU. YOU WOULD VALUE MEANINGLESS POINTS OVER SOMEONE'S EMOTIONAL STATE?"

Hermione was pale, "I…I…"

She didn't say anything more, as she fled in tears. There was dead silence in the corridor, and Angelina shrugged, "I'm not sorry. She had it coming, what with her constantly trying to butt into our business and telling us to keep on studying and not allowing us to take breaks. And, the bloody hypocrite has the audacity to stake a claim on every damn book in the Library? Heck! Deidre was almost late in her Potions submission because that girl kept checking out all the reference books. You all know how Snape is like, he'd be only too happy to deduct points from Gryffindor. Let's leave her alone for a while to think over what she did."

Ron muttered darkly, "That girl's a bloody nightmare! No wonder she's having a hard time making friends."

Eventually, everyone split up to do their own thing. Ron returned to the tower to check up on Harry and Neville.

Soon, night-time approached and everyone filed down to the Great Hall. Harry went to look for an empty seat, when he heard Angelina call him, "Hey! Harry! Over here! We've saved you a seat. Neville, you're also welcome to join us too."

The two of them and Ron headed over to the three Chasers. Katie laid a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder, "Hey, we heard the big row with Granger. That girl was way out of line. You okay?"

He shrugged, "Still stings a little. I had a small moment at Godric's Hollow today. Sometimes I just wish I was just a normal kid without any megalomaniacs to worry about."

She gave him a gentle squeeze, "Its okay to feel bad."

Then, he had a thought, "Where's she anyway? Holed up in the library again? Madam Pince won't be too happy about that. Heard a rumour that she had to chase her away from the Restricted Section at least three times."

Alicia piped up, "After your little rant, 'Lina here, really laid into Granger. Called her 'insensitive' and more concerned with 'meaningless points' than actual people. Last I heard, she was bawling her eyes out in the first floor toilet."

He mused, "Is it weird that, now I feel bad for her? From what I can tell about her, she has little to no social skills. I think she was probably bullied when she was younger, so retreating into books is her defence mechanism. As for her obsession for rules, I think that kind of attitude has been drilled into her head. To the point that she cannot fathom that there can be rare exceptions to the rule."

"You're probably right, Harry. I suggest we stage an intervention for her."

"If we can drag her out of the bathroom."

Midway through the feast, a terrified Professor Quirrell burst into the Great Hall. He hollered, "TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!"

He stopped in front of the Head Table, "Thought you ought to know."

The DADA professor then keeled over in a dead faint. Following the declaration, the screaming began. After a few seconds of panic, Dumbledore managed to get control of the Hall. He ordered, "Prefects! Please lead your students back to their dormitories."

Percy Weasley immediately sprang into action, ""Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a prefect!"

Just then, Harry froze in his tracks, and so did Ron. Harry breathed fearfully, "Skatá! Hermione doesn't know about the troll! We've got to warn her!"

Ron muttered, "I thought you were mad at her? She got pretty personal when she snapped at you."

"That may be, but I don 't want her potential death on my conscience. Wait… I have an idea."

Harry hurried forward and muscled his way through the crowd, with Ron following him. He made it to Percy and tugged on his sleeve, "Percy! We're missing someone! Hermione was not at the feast, so she doesn't know about the troll."

The older boy paused, "Where was she last seen?"

"First floor girls toilet."

The prefect agonised for a few seconds, "Okay, I am probably going to regret this. According to the professors, the troll is in the dungeon. I want both of you to run as fast as you can and warn her. If you three are not back in five minutes, I will come and get you or inform one of the professors. Now go!"

The two of them scrambled away and raced towards the first floor. Just then, an awful stench filled their lungs. For Ron, it was worse than the Dung Bomb that the twins lobbed on his bed last week. Meanwhile, Harry found the smell worse than the time the Stoll brothers dunked a carton full of rotten eggs on Clarisse.

Then they heard it - a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. Ron pointed - at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward them. They shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.

It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.

A few seconds later, there was a piercing scream from the doorway. The boys sprinted in, their wands drawn. The good news was that she was unharmed, the bad news was that the troll was advancing towards her with its club raised and smashing sinks and walls.

Ron picked up a nearby broken tap and hurled it at the troll, hitting its back. That did the trick, as the beast investigated the disruption. Unfortunately, it found a new target called Harry Potter. The troll lumbered towards him with its club raised. Harry was sorely tempted to use his daggers, but hesitated, not wanting to exposed himself.

Luckily, Ron provided the perfect distraction for the troll. He lobbed a metal pipe and hollered, "Oi, pea-brain!."

Harry took advantage of the distraction and rushed to the cowering Hermione. He grabbed her hand and yelled, "Come on, run, run!". However, she was completely frozen in shock, sitting flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror.

Knowing that it was fruitless, Harry switched to plan B. In a move that would probably earn him a earful from Annabeth and Silena, he took a running jump, and parkoured over some debris before launching himself onto the troll, with his arms wrapping around its neck from behind.

He fumbled for his dagger and tried to stab it through the face. Unfortunately, his hands closed around his wand instead. He thought to himself, 'It'll do for now.'

He shoved the wand up the troll's nostril, to Ron's disgust. Naturally, the troll howled in agony. It twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life.

Ron racked his brains before getting an idea. With a swish and flick, he aimed his wand at the troll's club and bellowed, "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

Sure enough, the club flew out of the troll's hand and hovered above its head. He released the spell, allowing the club to drop down and bonk the troll on the head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face.

Harry managed to recover and gently helped a trembling Hermione. She haltingly asked, "Is… Is it dead?"

Harry quipped, "I think its just knocked out. Let's get out of here. I don't think I want to be around when it wakes up."

They shuffled out and walked back in awkward silence. Then Hermione blurted, "I'm sorry! To both of you! Harry, I was way out of line when I snapped at you and Neville. I never meant to disrespect your parents' memory. I didn't know about Neville's parents being in St. Mungo's! But that's no excuse!"

Harry was silent for a minute, then he spoke, "What you said… It hurt me a lot. I've always had mixed feelings about Halloween. On one hand, I liked the holiday itself. But on the other hand, it's a constant reminder that my parents died to save me. I especially hated it when you threw the 'Boy-Who-Lived' tag in my face. That moniker is just another reminder that my parents are dead."

Suddenly, there was a canine growl, and Harry froze in his tracks. Coming just around the corner was a massive black mastiff with glowing red eyes. The huge dog was the size of a rhinoceros, and it suddenly sniffed and looked in their direction. A terrified Ron stammered, "Harry…. What is that thing!"

Harry cursed in Ancient Greek, "Skatá! It's a freaking Hellhound! Ron, Hermione… Run or hide, right now. Its looking for me"

"We're not leaving you!"

He agonised for a moment before thinking, 'Sod it! This was going to get out sooner or later.'

He unsheathed his daggers and called back, "I'll be fine!"

She spotted the daggers and yelped, "Harry! That's against the rules to carry weapons!"

He snapped back, "Do you want to be saved or not!? Look… I will explain everything later, if we survive this."

Hermione got the hint, "Right… shutting up now."

The hellhound pounced and Harry charged at it. The creature swiped at him with its paw but he ducked under it. Harry then began hacking and slashing at the beast, all the while dodging its paws and knife-like teeth. Unfortunately, it got a lucky bite on his arm and Hermione screamed. Gritting his teeth in pain, Harry rolled under it and stabbed the beast in the ribcage. On cue, the monster fell dead, just missing his body. Harry got and turned, clutching his wounded arm. He was just in time to see Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall enter and see the downed beast. Right in front of their eyes, the beast dissolved into a shadow and melted through the floor.

The Headmaster had a stunned look on his face, as did McGonagall. Then, he schooled his features back to normal, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Ms Granger. I trust there is an explanation why you three are not in your Common Rooms. Shall we take the conversation into my office? I'm sure there must be a story behind this. Minerva, can you also fetch Poppy?"

The four wordlessly walked to the Headmaster's office. Soon, Poppy Pomfrey and Minerva McGonagall joined them. The nurse clucked disapprovingly before she cleaned the wound on his arm. She then reached into Harry's emergency supplies, fished out some ambrosia, broke off a piece and fed it to him.

Before their very eyes, the bite marks faded a little bit and the bleeding stopped. After that, she took a roll of bandage and wrapped his arm in it. She spoke, "Judging by the scarring, it should take a couple of days for it to heal completely."

Dumbledore smiled, "Thank you Poppy. If you would please stay back, Mr Potter will explain how he got his injuries. I think it would be wise to start from the beginning, Harry?"

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione, "Okay, so before I begin, do you believe in gods?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "I'm a Christian, of course I believe in God!"

He gently corrected her, "Gods… plural. Specifically the Greek gods. They actually exist."

Ron looked lost, but Hermione's eyes widened, "They're real?"

"Yes… Back in October 1979, my mother Lily was hit with a curse, rendering her barren. So, they looked for some fertility rituals, before Sirius found something. From what I was told, he accidentally gave them a Summoning Ritual, not a Fertility Ritual."

McGonagall snorted, "I'm not surprised. He would have found the right ritual had be paid more attention in class and not focused on pranking people."

He continued, "Anyway, the Summoning Ritual called on the nearest deity to help them. Lady Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt was the closest and answered the call. With a Blood Ritual, she was able to pass some of her essence into James' body and then into Lily Potter's womb. So, my mother was finally pregnant with me. The only caveat was that Lady Artemis is also counted as my mother. She swore an oath to remain a virgin forever, but my conception was a loophole in this oath. In other words, I am the first and only demigod son of Artemis. The creature that attacked was a hellhound from the depths of the Underworld. Though I'm curious, how did it get inside the Hogwarts wards?"

Dumbledore replied, "I believe I can answer that. We finally found the troll unconscious in the first floor girl's toilet. My theory is that somebody opened the wards to let the troll inside. I am guessing that the hellhound was also able to get inside before the wards could be closed."

Harry nodded, "It's possible. Anyway, after the attack by You-Know-Who. Lady Artemis appeared and took me away. I think you and Professor McGonagall witnessed that?"

"Indeed"

"Right, since then she and the Hunters of Artemis have been raising me. The Hunters are a group of girls who have sworn loyalty to my Godly mother. The perks are semi-immortality and eternal youth. Cons are that they have to swear off falling in love."

Hermione asked, "Semi-immortality?"

"Basically, the girls are immortal, as long as they do not break their vow of falling in love, or they are slain in battle."

Everyone nodded and Ron finally understood. Harry continued, "After I turned five, I was sent to a camp full of fellow demigods."

Ron snapped his fingers, "So THAT'S what you mean, every time you refer to summer camp! Also, what was that thing that Madam Pomfrey gave you?"

"That's right. The thing is, Lady Hecate, Greek Goddess of Magic has insisted that the larger Wizarding world should not be made aware of the existence of demigods. Only those who I can trust, can be allowed to learn my secret. Also, that food is called ambrosia. It is literally the food of the Gods of Olympus. Demigods can eat it because it has healing properties. However, eating too much of it can cause the body to literally burn up. Also, mortals are forbidden from consuming it or their bodies will burn up. So when I stopped you from eating it when you raided my suitcase, I was literally saving your life."

Dumbledore replied, "Lady Hecate fears that the Pureblood supremacists would make things a lot worse?"

"That is correct. According to her, this world are not ready to learn of the existence of gods. Ron, Hermione… I would really appreciate it if both of you kept this a secret. Please… I am trusting both of you."

The two promised him, and then Hermione blurted, "Harry? Why were you carrying the daggers?"

He said, "Hazard of being a demigod. Monsters can attack at any time. That is why we go to Camp Half-Blood. So that we can train to fight these monsters and survive. Besides, it was better to have them and not need them, than to need them and not have them. Also, they are not the only weapons I have-"

He took off his rings and both transformed into a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Dumbledore looked grave, "I appreciate you saving your friends like that. That being said, you will have detention for carrying these weapons. I shall decide your punishment at a later date, so let me think on it. Fortunately for you, I will allow you to keep your weapons, so long as they are well hidden and you do not use them in school unless in an emergency. Also, 30 points from Gryffindor for carrying the weapons. 10 points to Gryffindor for saving your classmates."

Finally, McGonagall turned to the trio, "Now, could you please explain why you were not in your Common Rooms?"

Hermione spoke up in a small voice, "After Charms class, I had a massive row with Harry and Neville. I jumped to some wrong conclusions and we argued about it. Afterwards, I ran off crying in the bathroom. I didn't know about the troll at all. I assume Harry and Ron came to warn me about it."

The Transfiguration professor's lips thinned, "I see. Thank you for your honesty. You three may go."

They left, with Harry still cradling his injured hand. It may be healing, but it still hurt like Tartarus.

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Skatá - Shit

So I got done with this chapter, quicker than I thought. I had some time off from work because of Easter, so I was able to work on this