Artemis steered her van down a long, winding road and into the sleepy town of Godric Hollow. Harry sat in the back, his silver eyes wide with curiosity as he peered out at the unfamiliar sights that flew by. When they finally arrived, Artemis parked on the side of the road and nodded toward a small cemetery tucked away in the woods.

"Mama, where are we?" asked the five-year-old boy, his pale skin glowing in the faint moonlight.

"We're at Gordic Hollow," replied Artemis, her voice soft and gentle. "This is where your father and my mortal shell are buried - James and Lily Potter."

"So, I get to see Daddy," asked Harry, "and you when you were Lily Potter?"

"Yes, Harry in a way," said the goddess of the hunt, "Remember Harry, James died a death worthy of Elysium. and even though me and Lily are the same person, we are still very different,"

She pulled Harry close, running her fingers through his messy black hair that was so much like James'. "Your father was a brave and wonderful man. And Lily, well, she was my human side, my mortal shell as you said. She loved you very much, just as I do."

Harry looked up, his silver eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Is she inside you? Can she hear me?"

Artemis hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching the vast expanse of the morning sky as if looking for answers. "In a way, yes. She's a part of me, a memory that's always there. But I am here now, Harry, as Artemis. It's complicated, but always remember that both Lily and I love you."

"Okay mama," said Harry.

"Hold my hand so I can take you to James' grave, remember my mortal shell is also buried here," said Artemis reaching her hand out.

Artemis and Harry slowly made their way to the cemetery, their footsteps muffled by the soft grass underfoot. The early morning moon illuminated their path, casting long shadows on the ancient tombstones. The air was thick with memories, both sweet and bitter, and the whisper of the trees seemed to be echoing stories of long-gone days.

They stopped at a grave adorned with a simple, elegant headstone. Engraved upon it were the names 'James Potter' and 'Lily Potter'. Beneath the names, a single line read, 'Until the very end.'

Harry's small fingers traced the engraved names, and he looked up at Artemis with a question in his eyes. "Is this it?"

"Yes," whispered Artemis. "This is where they rest. Your father, and... the part of me that was once Lily."

"Is Daddy happy in Elysium?" Harry's voice was filled with hope and curiosity.

Artemis knelt beside him, her eyes gentle. "Yes, he is. He's in a place of peace and happiness, surrounded by heroes and loved ones."

"And what about Lily?" Harry asked, looking deep into Artemis's eyes.

"Remember Little Moon, I was punished by the Olympian council and turned into Lily Potter nee Fairchild, then she died, and I returned as Artemis," said Artemis. "But in a way, the essence of Lily, the love and memories we shared, remains with me. It's like a beautiful song that continues to play in my heart, even though the singer has gone."

Harry seemed to contemplate her words, trying to wrap his young mind around the complexities of godhood and mortality. After a long pause, he spoke again, "So, you both are with me, always?"

Artemis smiled warmly, brushing a tear from Harry's cheek. "Always, Little Moon. No matter what form I take or where I am, my love for you remains constant."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't a mudblood and a blood traitor visiting a mudblood and blood traitor's grave," said A sinister voice behind them.

"Your master died five years ago," said Artemis, "are you that much of a coward that you will attack a five-year-old"

The voice belonged to a tall, pale figure emerging from the shadows of the nearby trees. The silver mask covering his face reflected the moonlight, revealing the mark of the Death Eaters on it. Surrounding him were three other cloaked figures, their wands raised and ready.

"I am not leaving here until the boy is dead," said the death eater.

"You have no idea who you are messing with," said Artemis her eyes glowing with power. she began muttering under her breath "Jophiel, Ariel, I summon you my Angels to protect my son while I kill this fool."

The two angels materialized around Harry and formed a protective barrier around him. "I welcome you to your death, I am the Goddess of the moon, hunt, forest, hills, animals and many other things and that boy is under my protection,"

The Death Eater laughed, his voice cold and mocking. "A goddess? Here? This is rich. Kill them all!"

A death eater raised his wand at Harry and shouted "Avavda Kedavra" but as the green light flew towards Harry Artemis faster than the speed of light Artemis caught the curse with her bear hand.

The Death Eaters gasped in shock, staring at Artemis in disbelief. No one, magical or not, had ever been known to stop the Killing Curse, let alone catch it with their bare hand.

Artemis's hand glowed a soft, silvery blue as the curse's energy pulsed around it. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the energy crashing back towards the Death Eater who had cast it. He was thrown back with immense force, his body crashing into a nearby tree.

"Who... who are you?" another Death Eater stammered, his voice quivering with fear.

"I am Artemis," she said, her voice echoing with authority and power. "Goddess of the Moon, the Hunt, nature, childbirth, wildlife, the hunt, sudden death, animals, the Forest, Hills, Vegetation, virginity, young women, and Archery, I am the Protector of children and Maidens"

"In your ignorance and arrogance, you dared to threaten my child," Artemis continued, her eyes glowing even more intensely, a mix of anger and determination. "You Death Eaters may have spread fear in the past, but you stand before an ancient force far greater than any dark magic you know. For threatening my child I will send you to Hades"

The Death Eaters trembled, realizing they were facing an entity far beyond their comprehension. Their overconfidence had quickly turned to dread, and the knowledge of their impending doom gnawed at them.

Artemis, in her divine glory, lifted her hand, summoning a bow made of pure moonlight. With her other hand, she drew forth an arrow that shimmered and pulsed with energy. Aiming, she let the arrow fly, striking one of the Death Eaters squarely in the chest. The impact radiated a blast of energy, and he was reduced to nothing but ashes.

"Choose wisely," Artemis warned the remaining Death Eaters, her voice echoing throughout the forest. "Leave now, renounce the dark path you've chosen, or face the wrath of a goddess."

One of the Death Eaters, his mask askew, fear evident in his eyes, dropped his wand and fell to his knees. "Please, forgive me," he pleaded, his voice shaking.

Another, realizing resistance was futile, disapparated immediately. The third, however, in a final act of desperation, lunged at Harry. But before he could get anywhere near the child, Jophiel and Ariel, the two summoned angels, stepped forward. With a swift motion, the offender was flung away, landing with a thud several meters away, unconscious.

Artemis lowered her bow, but her eyes remained watchful, her protective instincts for Harry never wavering. "Leave and never come back," she told the repentant Death Eater, her voice soft yet stern. "And remember the mercy shown to you today."

The Death Eater nodded vigorously, scrambling to his feet, and disapparated without another word.

Harry, having witnessed the awesome display of power, looked up at Artemis with a mix of awe and gratitude. "Thank you, Mama."

Artemis bent down, cupping Harry's face gently. "Always remember, Little Moon," she whispered, "I will always be there to protect you."

The angels, Jophiel and Ariel, their duty complete, gave a nod to Artemis and dematerialized, leaving behind a faint trail of light.

"Now are you ready to pay your respects to your Father before we go to the Airport?"

Harry nodded, taking a moment to regain his composure after the encounter. "Yes, Mama," he murmured, his voice still shaky from the adrenaline.

The two of them, mother and son, walked back to James and Lily's grave, standing side by side in silent tribute. Harry gently placed a bouquet of lilies on the grave, a symbol of his mother's mortal form and the love she bore him in that life.

Artemis kneeled beside Harry, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Your father was a brave man, Harry, and he loved you deeply. And so did Lily. Always remember that."

"I will," Harry replied, gazing at the headstone. "I'll remember them always."

After some moments of silent reflection, the two began making their way back to the van. The serene landscape of Godric Hollow, which had momentarily been disrupted by the confrontation with the Death Eaters, now seemed even more peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun.

As they drove away, Harry looked back at the town and cemetery, a contemplative expression on his face. "Mama, why do bad people do bad things?"

Artemis glanced at her son through the rear-view mirror, searching for the right words. "People are complex, Little Moon. Sometimes they are led astray by fear, hatred, or greed. But it's essential to remember that there's also a lot of good in the world. And it's up to us to nurture that good and stand against the darkness."

The office was quiet. The fireplace made popping sounds as it sent sparks up the chimney, and then it bubbled a little. The brass statuette of a griffin on the mantel turned its head to watch the firelight dance over its claws. Albus Dumbledore sat in his armchair, looking at his hands. Amelia Bones entered his office.

"Dumbledore, care to explain this?" sneered Amelia, slamming a copy of the telegraph on the desk.

Dumbledore picked up the copy of the newspaper and read the headlines: Shocking Child Abuse case in Surrey, Son of deceased MI-5 agents Lily Potter and James Potter Brutally abused; 3 adults in custody 1 adult still at large; Victim is a 5-year-old British and Greek dual Citizen; MI-5 Director General Resigns; Petunia Dursley to be deported to Greece; Child Protective Services and Department of Child Welfare under scrutiny.

"Where did you place my nephew, Harry Potter," demanded Amelia.

Albus looked up at Amelia, his usually twinkling blue eyes grave. The weight of the article and its implications seemed to bear down on him. "Amelia," he began in a measured tone, "when I placed young Harry with his aunt and uncle, it was under the belief that he would be safest there, protected by ancient family magics. I never imagined they would harm him."

Amelia's face was set in an expression of cold fury. "You should have not been within 500 meters of that boy, according to this newspaper, Lily and James had a restraining order on you,"

Amelia continued, her voice icy. "Had you not disregarded the wishes of the deceased, he might not have ended up in such a situation."

Dumbledore's gaze held firm, though regret was evident in his posture. "I made a grave error in judgment, Amelia. I believed I was doing what was best for Harry, but I see now the cost of my mistake."

Amelia took a deep breath, trying to control the anger and hurt that was bubbling up inside her. "He is just a child, Dumbledore. My Brother's child. How could you be so blinded by your notions of protection that you failed to see the danger right in front of you? you should have placed him with me now there is no telling where the boy will be placed considering he has family in both Greece and America"

Amelia paced the length of the room, her heels clicking against the stone floor. The silence of the room was only punctuated by the rhythmic crackling of the fireplace.

Dumbledore lowered the newspaper and pinched the bridge of his nose, his weariness evident. "I've devoted my life to the protection of the wizarding world, sometimes at great personal cost. My decisions, while not always perfect, have always been driven by the greater good."

Amelia's voice trembled with emotion. "Your 'greater good' has led to a child being abused and traumatized. Harry should've been with family who truly cared for him."

"I thought his blood relatives would provide the most protection against the dark forces that would target him," Dumbledore defended, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "Blood protections have always been potent, and given the gravity of what Harry had survived as an infant, I believed it was his best chance."

Amelia shook her head in disbelief. "But to ignore a legal restraining order, to not even conduct a basic background check? You put your faith in blood relations, but blood isn't always thicker than water. You forgot Jocelyn Fairchild was Lily's twin sister, I am James Potter's older sister, and he has blood relations in Greece and America. Relatives who would've gladly taken him in, who would've provided him with love and safety."

Dumbledore sighed deeply. "You're right, Amelia. I allowed my understanding of ancient magics to cloud my judgment. It's a grave mistake I will have to live with."

Amelia's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I just want to know where he is now. But you Dumbledore will be lucky if you still have a job when I am finished with you, be thankful this has not been in the Daily Prophet, and you better hope he goes to Hogwarts in six years, you have been tight-lipped about everything now you're going to tell me everything or I will be sending this newspaper to the Daily Prophet"

The weight of Amelia's words seemed to press even more heavily on Dumbledore. The usually confident, assured headmaster looked older than his years, his shoulders sagging with the gravity of his choices.

"Amelia," he whispered, the name coming out as a plea. "I understand your anger, your disappointment. If I could turn back time, I would. But I can't. What's done is done. And now, we must think of Harry."

Amelia crossed her arms, "Thinking of Harry should have been your first priority, Dumbledore. But go on."

Dumbledore leaned forward, "Firstly, regarding Harry's current location, he's been moved to a safe house. He's getting medical and psychological care. We're working closely with the Muggle authorities to ensure his safety and well-being."

A flicker of relief passed through Amelia's eyes. "And who is with him?"

"A trusted member of the Order of the Phoenix is with him, keeping him safe. Rest assured, we-"

Amelia Interrupted "You Albus Dumbledore are a liar, you have a warrant against you in the muggle world for one and two, the Police are only letting family members see him or talk to him. So tell me the truth"

Dumbledore met Amelia's intense gaze, a mixture of remorse and determination evident in his eyes. "Amelia, I understand your mistrust, given the circumstances. But please know, I only want what's best for Harry."

Amelia's stern gaze didn't waver. "Then start by being truthful. Because I know for a fact Artemis Phaesporia from Greece was given custody of him. And I know for a fact that you knew nothing about this until I showed you the newspaper. One more lie and I will send this newspaper to the daily prophet,"

Dumbledore sighed, the weight of his actions evident in the lines of his face. "You're right. I was unaware of the details regarding Harry's current custody. I was trying to assure you of his safety when in truth, I had no confirmation of it myself."

Amelia's face contorted with a mixture of anger and sadness. "You see, Dumbledore, this is precisely the problem. You've been so wrapped up in your theories and your schemes that you've lost sight of the actual people involved. A little boy, my nephew, suffered because of your oversight."

Dumbledore bowed his head, shame evident in his posture. "I deeply regret my decisions, I honestly believed the blood wards would protect Harry,"

"You placed Blood Wards around him! you know they drain the magic of the protectee and gives it to the caster...you don't care about My Nephew you want the boy weak so you can easily manipulate him"

Amelia's voice rose, a mixture of fury and heartbreak, echoing in the silent room. Dumbledore's usually calm and poised demeanour seemed to falter, the weight of the truth crashing down upon him.

"I... I thought those wards would give him the best protection," Dumbledore stammered, clearly taken aback by Amelia's accusation.

"Protection? Or control?" Amelia spat out, her eyes blazing. "Were you hoping to mould him into your perfect weapon against the dark forces? A child who'd be indebted to you for saving him from the life you ironically placed him into?"

Dumbledore looked deeply pained. "I never intended to control him. I wanted him safe. The wards were meant to shield him from the very enemy that took his parents. The wards were... misguided, yes, but not for the reasons you think."

Amelia took a step closer, her face inches away from Dumbledore's. "Misguided? That's what you call it? My brother's son, the last of our family, could have been lost because of your 'misguided' decisions. And now you want us to believe it was all for his benefit? you are the biggest liar, and now I know I need to poor Veritserum down your throat until its pours out of your pores"

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Veritaserum, the truth potion. The atmosphere in the room grew even more tense, the flames in the fireplace seeming to crackle more aggressively.

"Amelia," Dumbledore began, his voice strained, "I understand your anger and your desire for answers. But forcing Veritaserum on me is not the solution. The truth potion is not always infallible, and one's perception of the truth might differ."

"Perception?" Amelia shot back, her voice cold. "A child was abused, Dumbledore. There's no perception there, only cold hard facts."

Dumbledore nodded somberly, "I agree, the facts are undeniable. I deeply regret my actions and will face the consequences of them. I just ask for a moment to explain my intentions."

Amelia studied him, her eyes sharp. "Fine. Speak."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, steadying himself. "The ancient blood wards I placed around Harry were meant to be his strongest defence against Voldemort. The bond of blood, particularly in the old magic, is potent. The fact that Lily's sister was alive meant Harry had a connection to her, a connection that could be used to shield him."

Amelia interrupted, "You are either incompetent or a fool, blood wards are the easiest wards to break all that you need is blood from a relative no you were stealing his magic for your selfish gains"

Dumbledore's face paled slightly at her words, "I assure you, Amelia, I had no intention of draining Harry's magic. My focus has always been on protecting him and the wizarding world from the looming threat of Voldemort's return. I acknowledge that my actions were flawed, and the choices I made were not the best for Harry. But I did not, and would never, siphon magic from a child for personal gain."

Amelia let out a bitter laugh. "So you tell me the truth without you realizing it, you wanted a weapon, you know more than you let on, you knew you were siphoning magic from him that is what you wanted, you wanted Harry to die so the dark lord who is confirmed dead will be weakened when he faces you"

Amelia turned her heels and walked to the door, "Be ready for tomorrow's daily prophet" she said as she walked out the door.

The moment the door clicked shut behind Amelia, Dumbledore's office felt even more oppressive. The weight of Amelia's accusations and the undeniable truth in some of them bore down on him heavily. The room, once filled with warmth from the fireplace and the magical trinkets that adorned its shelves, now felt cold and barren.

Dumbledore slowly rose from his seat and approached the fireplace. He stared into the flames, his reflection dancing amidst the crackling embers. The accusation of siphoning magic from Harry, a child, for his gains weighed heavily on him, even if it was not true. He had made mistakes, undeniable mistakes, but his intentions had always been for the greater good of the wizarding world. Still, good intentions do not always lead to good outcomes.

Fawkes, his faithful phoenix, let out a soft trill from his perch, sensing Dumbledore's distress. The headmaster turned his gaze to the magnificent bird, its fiery red and gold feathers shimmering in the dim light.

"I have failed him, Fawkes," Dumbledore whispered, his voice laden with regret.

Fawkes trilled again, a soft, melancholic tune, filling the room with an aura of sorrow and reflection. Dumbledore took a moment, his thoughts wandering to Harry, the young boy who had lost so much and now had been thrust into another tempest due to his decisions.

Dumbledore knew that the upcoming days would be challenging. The Daily Prophet, with its sensationalist tendencies, would certainly create a storm around this revelation, and his position as headmaster would undoubtedly come under scrutiny. He also anticipated backlash from the wizarding community, many of whom held him in high regard.

But amidst all this, Dumbledore's primary concern remained Harry. The boy needed stability, love, and a family. He had been denied all of this because of a choice Dumbledore had made, however well-intentioned.

With a sigh, Dumbledore moved towards his desk and began penning a letter to the Order of the Phoenix, addressing the current situation and asking for their assistance in ensuring Harry's safety and well-being.

Harry and Artemis walked onto the Island of Delos. Artemis gripped his hand tightly, dragging her son along behind her. His legs were so spindly they could hardly carry him up the steep path. A scraggly olive tree towered over the archway, its gnarled roots looking like witch-fingers reaching out for them as they passed under it into a forest of other olive trees that stood in rows. The sea air filled Artemis's nose with the scent of salt. She had forgotten how lovely the world beyond seemed compared to her damp cell, eternally dark and dank. Harry stumbled next to her but dropped his hand from hers; he ran ahead of her through the stony maze carved into the hillside.

"Harry while Mortals see this place as ruins, we see this place as it was in their full glory let me just remove the mist from your eyes," said Artemis.

"Okay Mama," said the five-year-old boy.

"We are going to be going to the main temple on the highest hill," said the goddess of the hunt.

"This is for the ritual right mama?" asked Harry, with his big silver eyes.

"Yes, once the ritual is complete the other gods can know about you," said Artemis.

Harry's heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. His innocent eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the wonder of this ancient place that he had only heard tales of. But the thought of the impending ritual made him cling closer to Artemis.

Artemis, tall and regal with her auburn hair flowing in the wind, looked down at Harry. His silver eyes, so much like hers, were curious yet filled with trepidation. She bent down to meet his gaze. "Do not fear, little one. The ritual is sacred, it will connect you to my domains so intimately that you will become an embodiment of my domains much like I am, you will be my Heir to the domains of the Moon, the Hunt, nature, wildlife, the hunt, sudden death, animals, the Forest, Hills, Vegetation, and Archery," she whispered gently.

Harry looked up, trying to understand the gravity of what his mother had just said. "Will it hurt, Mama?" His tiny voice quivered.

Artemis stroked his cheek, her touch as gentle as a soft breeze. "I am not going to lie to you Harry, the ritual will be painful, because your body will be merging with my domains. The pain will only make you stronger but you will need to focus on my connection to you"

"Okay Mama" replied Harry.

Artemis waved her hand and removed the mist from Harry's eye so he could see the island in its full glory.

The Island of Delos transformed before Harry's very eyes. The ruined pillars mended and rose tall, the broken pathways became whole, and the crumbled altars became as they once were. The surroundings were vibrant, with flowers blooming and fountains gushing with crystal-clear water. Birds sang from the trees and golden light bathed the place, making it look as though the gods themselves lived there.

"Wow," Harry breathed, his eyes wide in wonder. "It's beautiful, Mama."

Artemis smiled at his reaction. "This is how it was, and how it remains in the eyes of the gods. Delos is sacred, and it's the perfect place for the ritual."

They walked together, climbing up the main temple on the highest hill. It was a magnificent structure, with intricate carvings and columns that reached for the sky. At the top was an altar, surrounded by statues of various deities. In the center was a statue of Artemis herself, holding her bow and arrow.

Artemis drew a circle in the center of the temple, she carefully placed an item that represented a physical manifestation of each of her domains that she was making Harry the heir to in the center. For the moon, she placed a moon rock. for the forest she placed an ancient oak leaf, for hills, she placed a small rock from a sacred mountain, for vegetation she placed a branch of an evergreen, for the wildlife she placed a feather of a hawk, for the hunt she placed an intricately carved arrowhead, for sudden death she placed a drop of ambrosia, for animals she put a tuft of fur from a lynx, and for archery, she laid down a beautifully crafted silver bowstring.

"Stand in the circle, Harry," Artemis instructed gently, "I am going to cut your palms so you can bleed, this will be so the painful part of the ritual will be less painful, your blood will have to merge with my ichor, remember when I start this ritual you must focus on my connection with you"

Harry hesitated for a moment, staring at the circle and the items that lay inside it. He took a deep breath and stepped into the center. The cold breeze from the sea was replaced by an electric charge that tingled through his small frame. It felt like the very ground beneath him was alive with energy, humming and thrumming in anticipation.

Artemis approached him, her silver knife in hand. The blade gleamed in the radiant light of the temple. Harry's small hands were shaking as he held them out, palms up. He took a deep breath, and with a swift motion, Artemis made a small incision on each of his palms. The sting was sharp, and a few drops of his crimson blood fell, mixing with the ground and the sacred items. Harry winced, but he held his ground, focusing on his mother's presence and their bond.

Artemis then made an incision on her palm and she let her ichor fill the bowl, she had prepared. Her ichor, the divine substance that flowed in the veins of gods, glowed with a golden luminescence. She brought the bowl close to Harry, letting a few drops mix with his blood on the ground, creating an intricate pattern around him.

"Harry I need you to remove your shirt," said Artemis, her voice still gentle yet filled with a firmness that conveyed the seriousness of the ritual.

Harry's big silver eyes met his mother's gaze, sensing the importance of the next step. He hesitated for a moment, and then, with a nod, slowly took off his shirt, revealing his pale, thin chest. He was but a child, and the vulnerability in the act was palpable.

She looked at his hands to make sure they were still bleeding and then she placed them inside the bowl of her ichor. "Harry remember try to ignore the pain and focus on me okay"

"Yes Mama"

Artemis began chanting in an ancient tongue, her voice echoing throughout the temple. With every word she spoke, the air around them grew thicker, charged with divine energy. Harry's small body began to glow, a radiant silver that mirrored Artemis's aura. The pain intensified, making him feel like he was being torn apart and rebuilt from the inside. He gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face, but he never took his eyes off his mother.

Artemis continued chanting, her voice rising and falling, guiding the ritual with precision. The items in the circle began to levitate, each resonating with its specific energy. The moon rock pulsed with a cool glow, the oak leaf rustled as if moved by an unseen breeze, the hawk feather seemed to flutter, and the silver bowstring vibrated, releasing a haunting melody.

The energies from each item began to intertwine, converging towards Harry, weaving into his very essence. He felt the power of the moon, the wisdom of the oak, the agility of the hawk, and the precision of the arrow. The pain was overwhelming, but the connection with his mother was his anchor. The power of their bond helped him endure, giving him strength when he thought he couldn't bear it any longer.

Harry screamed in agony as each item moved towards him, and slowly began to merge with his essence. The moon rock melded with his heart, its cold luminescence radiating throughout his veins. The oak leaf embedded itself in his back, giving him a resilience and grounding he had never known. The hawk's feather fused with his spine, granting him the agility and keen sight of the majestic bird. The silver bowstring wrapped around his wrist, granting him an innate mastery of archery that was unparalleled.

Every fibre of his being was alight with pain, but Harry held onto Artemis's connection, the beacon that kept him tethered to the world. The ground beneath him rumbled as the ritual reached its climax. The sky darkened, and a whirlwind of energy surrounded the temple. The statues of the deities seemed to come alive, their eyes glowing with divine light.

Suddenly, the whirlwind dissipated, and all was calm. The dark clouds parted, revealing a brilliant moonlit sky. Harry lay in the center of the circle, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The incisions on his palms were healed, and the items from the circle were gone, having become a part of him.

Artemis knelt beside him, tears in her eyes. "Harry," she whispered, cradling his head in her lap.

Harry's silver eyes fluttered open. He looked up at his mother, a sense of peace and strength radiating from him. "Mama," he whispered back, his voice weak but filled with wonder.

"How you feel, My little moon" asked Artemis

The five-year-old took a moment to assess his body. The overwhelming pain he had felt during the ritual had subsided, replaced with a warmth and energy that coursed through his veins. He could feel the essence of each domain that had merged with him, a part of him now.

Harry tried to sit up, and Artemis held him close. He felt different, stronger, and more connected to the world around him. The trees whispered secrets in his ears, the wind caressed his skin, and the moonlight felt like a comforting embrace.

"I feel... powerful," Harry whispered, his eyes shining with newfound clarity. "And connected. Like I can feel the pulse of nature and the moon."

Artemis hugged him tightly, relief flooding her. "The ritual was successful, Harry. You are now the heir to my domains. The bond you share with the domains will grow stronger as you age, and you will learn to harness these powers. The realms of the Moon, the Hunt, Nature, Wildlife, Sudden Death, Animals, the Forest, Hills, Vegetation, and Archery are now entwined within you. You are my legacy."

Harry snuggled closer, the enormity of what had transpired slowly sinking in. "Does this mean I'm a god now, Mama?"

Artemis chuckled softly, "Not a god, my dear. But certainly more than mortal. You are my chosen heir, something in between mortal and god. As you grow, your powers will mature, and with my guidance, you will master them."

"Well, if it isn't Artemis what brings you to this Island, I have not seen you since your punishment, and who is this" said A feminine voice behind them.

"Lady Hestia, this is Harry James Potter, my son and now the heir to my domains," Artemis introduced with a protective arm around Harry, her voice laced with pride.

Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, family, and domestic life, approached them with a gentle smile. Her flame-red hair flowed down her back, and her eyes, as warm as a hearth fire, took in the young boy with a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"I had heard whispers amongst the gods about a child, but seeing him in person... He is your splitting image, Artemis," Hestia remarked, her gaze softening as she looked at Harry.

Harry, still recovering from the ritual, looked up at Hestia with his large silver eyes, filled with wonder. "Hello," he whispered, his voice timid.

Hestia bent down to his level, her warm aura enveloping him. "Hello, young one. I am Hestia, goddess of the hearth and family. It's a pleasure to meet the son of my dear niece."

Harry's eyes widened in recognition. "You're the one who keeps the home fires burning, right?"

Hestia chuckled softly, "That I am. It seems you've been taught well."

Artemis interjected, "Lady Hestia, I have performed the ritual to make Harry the heir to my domains here on Delos. He now carries a part of me within him, a connection to my essence and my domains."

Hestia's eyes deepened with understanding. "A significant decision, Artemis. This young one now bears a great responsibility and will be the subject of much attention amongst the gods."

Artemis nodded, her face serious. "I am aware. But he is my son, and I will do everything in my power to protect and guide him. The time had come for the world to know of him."

Hestia smiled kindly, reaching out to caress Harry's cheek "How do you have a child Artemis, I thought you were holding true to your oath?"

"It's a long story, Hestia," Artemis replied, her voice soft but firm. "Remember I did something that the Olympian council disagreed with, and in turn, they punished me severely, I was turned into a mortal with no memories of my past as a goddess and my powers were sealed I eventually fell in love with James Potter, then had a child with him, Harry, eventually my mortal shell and James was murdered and in a rage, me and my angels searched for Harry,"

Hestia turned to Artemis, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Artemis," she asked in an inquisitive tone. "Why do I sense Angelic, Mortal, and godly blood in him? Is he a Nephilim?"

Artemis nodded in agreement, wrapping an arm protectively around Harry. "Yes he is, I have him training every Saturday morning with Ariel, Ithuriel, and Seraphel and a child he has a soul bond with named Daphne Greengrass a daughter of Demeter, and every Saturday afternoon with an angel I bound to him Jophiel, every Sunday I have him learning under my lieutenant Zoe Nightshade"

Hestia looked thoughtfully at the young boy, taking in the aura that surrounded him. The combination of angelic, mortal, and godly blood made Harry a unique being, and she could sense the immense potential that resided within him.

"This child is truly special, Artemis," Hestia murmured. "The realms of Heaven, Earth, and Olympus converge within him. His destiny is intertwined with the very fabric of our world. The choices he makes, the paths he treads will have repercussions far beyond what we can foresee."

Artemis tightened her grip on Harry, her eyes filled with determination. "Which is why I'll ensure he receives the best guidance and protection. Harry's journey will not be easy, but with the right mentorship, he will find his way."

Artemis let out a deep sigh and extended her arm. With a wave of her hand, Harry instantly fell into a deep sleep, snoring softly. She murmured words of an ancient prophecy under her breath, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..." Artemis paused then began another part of the prophecy,

"the second prophecy is 'A child born as the seventh month dies and a child born as the sixth month dies... they are two halves of one whole...one a son of the moon, the other a daughter of the Harvest... ancient enemies thought beaten shall be resurrected... Together they shall succeed...but apart and the world shall be destroyed.' as Harry is only 5 years old I don't want him to know yet"

"Do you have any inkling what the prophecies are about?" asked Hestia

Artemis looked deep into Hestia's eyes, her gaze clouded with concern and a hint of foreboding. "I have some idea, but not the entirety of it. The first prophecy is clear enough. It refers to Harry and his destiny tied to the Dark Lord, Voldemort. They are bound by fate, and one cannot survive while the other lives. But the second prophecy... it is more enigmatic."

Hestia pursed her lips, contemplating the words. "A daughter of the Harvest... that would refer to a child of Demeter, no doubt. And the ancient enemies resurrected – perhaps the Titans or another formidable foe we believed was long defeated?"

Artemis nodded slowly. "Yes, and given Harry's soul bond with Daphne Greengrass, it's likely she is the other half referred to in the prophecy. They must stand together against these threats. The fact that both prophecies converge on Harry concerns me. It means that his path is fraught with peril, intertwined with the fates of many."

Hestia sighed deeply. "Prophecies have a way of being self-fulfilling. The mere knowledge of them can set events into motion. We must tread carefully. But rest assured, Artemis, I will do everything in my power to help and support Harry and guide him in these tumultuous times."

Artemis gave a grateful nod. "Thank you, Hestia. It eases my heart to know that I have allies in this. For now, I wish to keep Harry away from all of this until he's older and ready. There's much for him to learn, and I want to ensure he has a semblance of a normal childhood, as much as his destiny allows."

Hestia reached out, placing a comforting hand on Artemis's arm. "We will stand by you and Harry. The journey ahead is uncertain, but together we will face whatever challenges lie ahead."

AN: And now you get the entire reason why this fic is called Heir to the Moon.

Please read and review,

FFN Reviews:

D.J. Scales chapter 6. Dec 11

Nice job so far with this chapter. I'm impressed and the route you're taking with the Training is interesting but what do you plan to do about Marge Dursley? The Worst of the Worst of the Dursleys and of Dudley? Either way, I like the storyline so far but here's a thought is Harry gonna run into Clarisse or Silena?

First thank you, I was concerned about the training scene, Now Marge Dursley last chapter was the last time the Dursleys would appear.

Magus0096 chapter 6. Dec 11

Please keep Harry away from the Weasels, overbearing and condescending. The Beaver Hermione know-it extraordinaire herself needs to be taken down a few pegs.

You will see.

N7-SPECTRE-99 chapter 6. Dec 11

First Great Story! with a good premise, I hope you don't involve much of the Weasleys or Hermione, but at least don't bash too much, Dumbledore, that's different, sure, he left Harry with Dursley but everyone makes mistakes but sometimes Dumbledore acts like a god with that "Greater Good" philosophy, I frankly I don't like very much but he's a man. So, I am undecided on him as a character. Anyway, good story update soon.

I have been alluding to it but Harry will not attend Hogwarts, He has no reason to. In my opinion, Dumbledore is a good person who means well but he is also a person who is overburdened by work, and a manipulator who means well.

Andrew Lee Houghton chapter 6 . Dec 12

3 questions first is Petunia's angel parent( mum or dad) going to appear both with harry and to punish her

Second, are the gods themselves going to punish the Dursleys?

Third is what are magic users connected to are they legacy of hectare or other

No, No, and No

InfiniteShadow3 chapter 6. Dec 13

You know I do want Hera to be kinda like a grandma to Harry. With Hades and Poseidon being fun uncles if possible, and of course Zeus the strict and demanding grandfather who does care but needs to act a certain way due to being God King. However, I am curious why Artemis calls Leto, Leto instead of Mother. And shouldn't she be close to Apollo anyway since they're twins? Will he be stronger or equal to Percy in terms of power and skill? Cause from the books, it seems Percy is the most powerful and skilled Demigod ever. I mean he fought Ares at 12 and won, and he made Mount Saint Helen's explode and caused Typhon's chains to weaken which should only be possible with some serious firepower.

Hera at first will not like Harry, but she will warm up to him you will see her opinion of Harry next Chapter as Harry is going to Olympus next Chapter.

In my, Fic Artemis calls Leto both, and yes she is very close to Apollo.

Harry will at times be more powerful than Harry and at times Percy will be more powerful than Harry it will all depend on the situation.

When Percy Fought Ares at 12 Ares was not himself and was being controlled by Kronos, the book Heavily implies this, when Percy made Mount St. Helen's erupt the scythe of Kronos exploded with the mountain. I am not discrediting Percy but those two things happened because of extenuating circumstances

For Readers of Potter Twins and the Force

I am going to be giving that Fic a rewrite similar to what I did to this fic the reason is that fic, especially at the beginning is very inconsistent, and the entire first part felt rushed and I did a very poor job at merging both universes together.