It was a beautiful June 17th morning in 1987, and the sun shone brightly over the Hunters of Artemis camp. Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass had grown considerably since their five-year-old selves were rescued from the Dursleys two years ago. Harry was now muscular and taller than most six-year-olds, while Daphne had been taken to Camp Half-Blood. Harry has yet to go.

Harry turned to his friend and looked up at her with his shining silver eyes. "Mama, why can't I stay with you?" he asked plaintively.

Artemis kneeled so she could look directly into his face. "Because you need to talk with other children of your age," she explained softly.

Harry sighed reluctantly, understanding that Artemis was right. He knew that if he wanted to live up to his full potential, he had to learn how to use his powers and abilities with the other demigods. But he pouted all the same.

"But I have Daphne; that is all I need," he replied stoically.

Artemis placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled warmly. "I know you feel that way now but trust me when I say there are many more children of gods here who your friends could be and help you learn how to use your gifts."

Harry thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement. He knew she was right, and he was eager to meet these new people. "Okay, Mama," he said softly before standing up and hugging her goodbye.

"Now go to your tent and pack a few things you will need for camp," said Artemis, as Harry ran inside his tent.

"You know Artemis, for a mother who swore not to have kids then had one anyways, you sure are a great mother," Leto said with a gentle smile across her face.

"Hello mother," Artemis said softly with a hint of surprise in her voice, having not realized her mother was standing nearby. "Thank you for your kind words."

Leto stepped forward, her delicate hands resting on Artemis's shoulders. "Being a mother is not always about giving birth. It's about love, sacrifice, and teaching the young ones to grow. I am proud to see you embrace this role with Harry."

Artemis looked at Leto, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He's special, Mother. I may have had him as a result of being turned mortal and my memory wiped but I will not trade him for anything."

"What I want to know is why the secrecy, I had to learn about your heir from Apollo, and why did you make him your heir?" asked Leto with genuine curiosity.

Artemis hesitated for a moment, collecting her thoughts. "It's... complicated. You know how my followers and I have always vowed to remain virgins. When Harry came into my life, it wasn't a matter of choice. I was made mortal, my memories wiped clean, and during that time, things happened that led to his birth. I discovered him during my return to godhood."

She sighed deeply, "I decided to keep him a secret because of the possible backlash from the other gods and to protect him. As for making him my heir, Harry possesses powers and abilities that are unique, even for a demigod. His connection to our world, the Wizarding World, and the Shadowhunters is something that hasn't been seen before. He's not just my heir, Mother. He's destined for great things."

Leto looked deep into her daughter's eyes, seeing the fierce love and determination that lay within. "Every child is a gift, even those that come into our lives unexpectedly. Harry has been given to you for a reason, and I trust in your judgment."

Artemis smiled gratefully, feeling the weight of her mother's trust. "Thank you. It hasn't been easy, but with Harry, everything seems worth it."

Leto nodded. "I've seen the bond between you two. It's unique and powerful. I believe Harry will achieve incredible things, especially with you guiding him."

A mischievous glint appeared in Artemis's eyes. "Well, with me, my Angels, and all the Hunters teaching him, he's bound to become a formidable force."

Leto chuckled, "I pity any god or creature that dares to cross him in the future."

A few moments later, Harry emerged from the tent, his backpack securely fastened to his back. He looked up at the unfamiliar woman standing before him, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

"I'm ready, Mama," Harry declared, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "Who is that woman?"

Artemis smiled warmly at Harry, her heart swelling with love for him. She turned to introducing him to Leto, bridging the gap between generations. "Harry, this is Leto, the Titaness of Motherhood, Demureness and Protector of the Young. She's my mother—your grandmother."

Harry blinked in surprise. "Grandmother?" His voice was filled with awe as he stared at the ethereal being before him. There was a sense of timeless grace about Leto, and her gentle eyes held wisdom that spanned eons.

Leto bent down slightly; her warm gaze locked onto Harry's. "Hello, Harry," she said with a kind smile, extending her hand to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you finally."

Harry, slightly hesitant, placed his small hand in Leto's larger one. "Hi," he replied, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Leto chuckled softly, sensing his uncertainty. "There's no need to be nervous, little one. I've been eager to meet the young man who has captured my daughter's heart."

Harry looked up at Artemis, then back at Leto, "So you're really Mama's... mama?"

Leto nodded. "Yes, I am. And that makes me your grandmother."

Harry thought for a moment, then a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "What was Mama like when she was my age?"

Leto laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, she was quite the spirited young goddess. Always running around, exploring, and getting into mischief with her twin brother, Apollo. There was this one time when they—"

"Mother!" Artemis interrupted; her cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment. "Perhaps we could save the stories for another time?"

Leto smirked playfully and continued "Thought they could outsmart a certain monster in the woods. They tried to lure it into a trap using honey and berries but ended up getting stuck in their trap instead. Apollo was covered in honey and berries, and Artemis... well, let's just say she wasn't very happy about her new 'berry-stained' attire."

Harry laughed heartily, the sound echoing through the camp. "I'd love to see that," he said with a grin.

Artemis shot her mother a mock glare. "That was one time, and we were very young!"

Leto winked at Harry, "See, every god and goddess has their moments of mischief, even your mama."

Harry's smile grew wider, enjoying this rare glimpse into his mother's past. "I guess it's in our blood then," he said cheekily.

Artemis chuckled, "Indeed it is. But for now, young man, you have a camp to attend to. And before I flash you over there, I don't want to hear about any misbehaviour understood."

Harry nodded, trying to put on a serious face but his twinkling eyes betrayed him. "Understood, Mama."

"Before you go" Leto approached Harry, her movements graceful and motherly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bag filled with golden drachmae, the ancient currency of the gods.

"These are drachmae," Leto explained, her voice gentle yet authoritative. "Use them to send an Iris message if you need anything from me."

Harry's eyes sparkled with wonder as he held the bag in his small hands, realizing the significance of this gift. He nodded, a sense of gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, grandmama Leto," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Before departing, Leto leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on Harry's forehead, a grandmotherly gesture filled with love. "Take care, little one," she said, her voice carrying a soft, melodious tone. "Artemis will guide you, and I'll be watching over you."

Harry nodded, his eyes wet with emotion. "I will," he whispered, clutching the bag of drachmae tightly.

Artemis, sensing the moment was right, grabbed Harry's shoulder, and with a flash of light, they were suddenly standing on a hilltop with a tall, majestic pine tree rising ahead. Artemis pointed toward the hill, "Cross that border and you'll be at Camp. once inside I will return to my hunters and remember don't tell anyone I am your mother until I claim you, I need to smooth things over with the other gods. Remember what we talked about all week."

"Okay Mama," said Harry.

Harry nervously stepped forward, feeling the strange sensation of an invisible force as he crossed the magical threshold. On the other side stood a young girl about five years older than Harry with golden-brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and icy blue eyes framed by high cheekbones. She wore a black knee-length skirt and a crisp white shirt.

"Who are you and how did you get here?" the woman asked, her gaze scrutinizing Harry's face intently.

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot, avoiding her gaze nervously. "I was led here by someone claiming to be my mama," he finally said. "And she brought me here."

The woman's face softened at this answer, though her narrowed eyes still seemed to search for something beneath the surface. "Do you know her name? And where are you?"

Harry nodded slowly. "I do know her name, but I've been instructed not to tell anyone until she officially claims me," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "Something about smoothing things over with the other gods." His expression turned hopeful as he continued, "As for your second question, I'm pretty sure I'm at Camp Half-Blood. Am I right?"

"You are," the woman replied. "My name is Victoria. How old are you? And what is your name?"

"My name is Harry James Potter; I'll be seven years old on July 31st," Harry answered softly.

Victoria smiled and motioned for him to follow her. "Well then let me get you to Chiron."

Harry followed her obediently, relief washing over him.

Victoria led the young boy down the hill, each step revealing more of Camp Half-Blood. They passed a large, deep blue lake with shimmering reflections and kids training in its perimeter. To the right, a group of campers was practicing archery, and to the left, a group was riding winged horses. There were cabins arranged in a half-moon shape, each unique in its design and decoration.

They finally reached a large house that looked older than the rest, with white pillars and a grand staircase leading up to the entrance. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted out of the door, making Harry's stomach rumble in response.

"Almost there," Victoria whispered to him with a wink.

As they entered, they were met by a centaur with a wise look on his face and kind eyes that crinkled when he smiled. "Ah, Victoria," he greeted. "And who is this young one?"

"Harry Potter," she introduced. "He's new. He was led here by his godly parent; he was told not to tell anyone who his godly parent is until he is officially claimed."

"Have a seat young one, I am going to go get Mr. D and we can begin the process," Chiron said, nodding at a nearby couch.

Harry hesitated for a moment, looking at Victoria for reassurance. She gave him a comforting nod, and he took a deep breath before sitting down, trying to look brave.

A few minutes later, a man with curly hair, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and holding a can of Diet Coke entered the room. He looked at Harry with a mix of curiosity and indifference.

"Who's the new brat?" he asked, taking a sip from his can.

"This is Harry Potter," Chiron answered. "He's yet to be claimed."

Mr. D, or Dionysus as he was known among the gods, raised an eyebrow. "Potter, you say. Interesting. We haven't had a Potter here before."

Harry looked up, meeting Mr. D's gaze. "My mama led me here," he said, repeating what he had told Victoria.

"Victoria, can you get a bed at cabin 11 ready? We need to get young Harry registered and familiar with the rules," said Chiron.

"Of course," replied Victoria as she left.

Harry took a moment of silence to examine the room. It was grand, with walls lined with portraits of various heroes and scenes of battles long past. There was an old, majestic-looking fireplace to his left, with the fire crackling, giving warmth to the entire room. The room itself seemed like a blend of old and new; while the architecture suggested an ancient building, there were modern conveniences littered around.

Dionysus sighed, "Alright kid, until you're claimed, you'll be in cabin 11. That's Hermes' cabin. It's where we put all the unclaimed or those whose godly parents don't have their cabins." He took another sip from his can. "Do us all a favour and get claimed quickly, will you? I don't want any more headaches."

Chiron chuckled, "Patience, Mr. D. Every camper has their time." Turning to Harry, he said, "Now, Harry, you'll be given some basic training, learn about the camp's rules, and attend different activities. And soon, your godly parent will claim you. Any question?"

Harry thought for a moment. "What are the rules?"

Chiron smiled, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "The rules are in place to keep all campers safe and maintain harmony within the camp," he began. "Here are the main ones:

No weapons outside of training areas: We want to ensure everyone is safe. Therefore, only use your weapons during training sessions or when given explicit permission by a counsellor or a member of the camp's staff.

No leaving camp without permission: The world outside can be dangerous for demigods. If you need to leave for a quest or another reason, you must have approval.

No harming fellow campers: While friendly sparring is encouraged during training, intentional harm to others will not be tolerated. Respect each other.

Attend all assigned activities and lessons: This will help you learn and grow as a demigod.

Respect the boundaries: There are places within the camp that are off-limits for a reason. For instance, the forest can be dangerous if entered without a guide or permission.

Curfew is strictly enforced: Lights out at 10 PM. Everyone needs to get a good night's sleep.

No use of godly powers for personal gain or mischief: Use your abilities responsibly and wisely.

All disputes among campers should be reported to your cabin counsellor or me. We're here to help mediate and ensure everyone feels heard and safe.

Respect nature and the Nymphs and Satyrs of the camp: They are as much a part of this camp as you are.

Remember, these rules are here for a reason. It's crucial for everyone's safety and wellbeing. Any other questions?"

Harry pondered the rules for a moment, trying to commit them to memory. He then hesitantly asked, "What happens if someone breaks a rule?"

Chiron's expression grew serious. "Consequences depend on the severity of the infraction. Minor infractions might result in extra chores, being barred from certain activities, or an official reprimand. Severe violations could lead to expulsion from camp or more severe punishments depending on the situation. We strive for understanding and learning, but safety and respect are paramount."

Mr. D snorted, "And sometimes I just turn the offender into a dolphin or a pine tree for a while, just to teach them a lesson."

Harry gulped but nodded, making a mental note never to get on Mr. D's bad side.

Changing the topic, Chiron asked, "Do you have any skills or experiences you'd like to share? Any training in magic or combat?"

Harry hesitated, "Well, since I was 5, I have been training with my divine parent on how to use my abilities, I am also a very good archer, I can change my appearance at will, but I didn't get that from my divine parent but a magical ability, also I know who my godly parent is she just doesn't want to claim me until she smooths things over with the other gods."

Chiron and Mr. D exchanged glances, both intrigued by the revelations. Chiron leaned forward, his centaur body shifting slightly, "You've trained with your divine parent since the age of five? That's highly unusual. Most demigods don't receive direct training from their godly parents, especially not at such a young age."

Dionysus, seeming more interested than he'd like to admit, said, "And you can change your appearance? That's a rare gift, even among demigods. Do you know its origin?"

"According to Erika I am a metamorphmagus" replied Harry.

Chiron raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. "The ability to change appearance is quite rare among demigods and usually isn't inherent but granted as a gift or a boon. The fact that you're saying it's a magical ability separate from your godly lineage is... unique. And being trained by your divine parent from such a young age? Most intriguing."

Mr. D seemed mildly more interested now as well. "Well, aren't you a special case? A little godling mystery. How delightful," he remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ignoring Dionysus, Chiron leaned forward, "Harry, while we respect the wishes of your divine parent, it's crucial for your safety and for the camp that we know more about you. Keeping secrets in a place like this can be dangerous."

Harry bit his lip, considering. He then murmured, "If I tell you, it has to remain between us. She said the others might not understand, at least not yet."

The centaur nodded gravely. "You have my word."

Harry took a deep breath, "My mother is Artemis Goddess of nature, vegetation, childbirth, wildlife, the hunt, sudden death, animals, virginity, young women, forests and hills, the moon, and archery, she also said I am not a demigod, and I am not a god either, I am something in between."

Chiron's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he looked at Harry as if seeing him in an entirely new light. "Artemis? But she... she's taken a vow of eternal maidenhood. She's never been known to have any offspring."

Dionysus, meanwhile, looked less surprised than Chiron but equally intrigued. "Ah, the ever-chaste huntress. Well, that certainly explains your archery skills and your close connection to nature. But what do you mean, not a demigod and not a god?"

Harry hesitated, searching for the right words. "According to Mama, I'm not like other children of gods. I am part god, part Nephilim, I am her heir, and she brought me here so I can stay here while she smooths things over with the other gods, she expects I will be called to Olympus when she claims me," he explained.

Chiron looked deep in thought, stroking his beard. "Nephilim are ancient beings, mentioned in a few texts, believed to be the offspring of angels and humans. For Artemis, a virgin goddess, to have a child that is part Nephilim... it's unheard of."

Dionysus snorted, "The gods do have a penchant for drama, don't they? But it does explain the unique abilities and the direct training."

Chiron nodded in agreement, "It's a significant revelation. Artemis has always been one of the staunchest in maintaining her vows. Her having a child, especially one of such a unique heritage, will certainly create ripples among the gods. It also makes sense why she'd want to keep you hidden until she can manage the situation."

Harry frowned, "She did say it was getting too difficult to keep my existence hidden in her camp, so she wants to smooth things over then she will claim me publicly, and from there she would expect me to be summoned to Olympus. Up till now only Apollo, Demeter, Hestia, and Leto knew about my existence, oh and Hades and Persephone due to an incident that required their attention."

Dionysus raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "An incident involving the Underworld? That's certainly... curious."

Harry swallowed hard, looking down. "In 1981 six years ago, a man tried to kill me instead he died and placed a piece of his soul inside of me, mama needed them to pull it out."

Chiron and Dionysus exchanged worried glances. The implications of what Harry just revealed were enormous and potentially catastrophic.

Chiron finally spoke, "A fragment of another's soul inside you? That is dark, forbidden magic. Even among the gods, such a thing is looked down upon. It's one of the reasons why necromancy and soul magic are banned in most divine circles."

Dionysus took a long sip of his Diet Coke, his gaze fixed on Harry. "So, some idiot tried to off you, ended up gifting you a piece of his soul instead, and then your mother had to get the Underworld involved to remove it? Quite the eventful life you've had in your short years. Tell me, do you know why this man wanted you dead?"

Harry nodded slowly, "Before I was born there were two prophecies issued, one issued by a seer in the magical world, the other issued in the days of Mycenean Greece by the oracle. the first one went like this:

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... while the other went 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."

Chiron's eyes widened, recognizing the gravity of the prophecies. "Those are weighty prophecies. The ancient one has been lost to history, only spoken of in whispers. But if they align as such, then your birth and your fate hold significant importance, not just in the magical world, but among the gods as well."

Dionysus frowned. "These prophecies intertwine your fate with another. Do you know who this other child is?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, "yes, her name is Daphne Greengrass she is a daughter of Demeter and part god, part Nephilim like me, and we share a soul bond,"

Dionysus raised an eyebrow, his aloof demeanour momentarily faltering. "A soul bond? That's ancient magic, and very rare."

Chiron looked concerned. "Such bonds are said to be forged when two souls share a destiny so intertwined that they become linked on a spiritual level. It creates a connection that's stronger than any other bond. But it also has its risks."

Harry looked down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "We can feel each other's emotions, communicate without words, and share our magic with each other. Mama says that the bond can't be broken, not even by death."

Dionysus snorted, "Sounds more like a curse than a gift. But, given the prophecies, I suppose it makes sense. The Fates have a twisted sense of humour."

Just then Hermes flew in, "Dionysus, you are needed in Olympus, oh and bring the boy with you."

Chiron's eyes widened in alarm. "Now? What could be so urgent?"

Hermes shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "Seems like the big reveal is happening sooner than expected. I'm just the messenger."

Dionysus grumbled, setting down his Diet Coke. "Of course, when it rains, it pours. Very well, Hermes. Let's not keep them waiting."

Hermes turned his attention to Harry, looking him up and down. "You ready, kid?"

Harry gulped, looking to Chiron for reassurance. The wise centaur nodded gently. "Remember, Harry, you have been trained for this moment. Stay calm, speak the truth, and trust in those who care about you."

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'm ready."

Dionysus stood up, gesturing for Harry to follow. "Come along, Mr. Potter. Let's see what the Olympians have in store for us today."

Hermes and Dionysus grabbed Harry, circled their arms around him like a circus act, and then flashed over to Olympus.

They arrived at the entrance to Mount Olympus. The marble pillars stood tall and grand, glistening under the heavenly light. The gods and goddesses, in all their divine glory, were seated around in a circle, discussing in hushed tones. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation.

Zeus, the king of the gods, looked down from his throne. "Ah, Dionysus and you've brought the boy. Good."

Hera seated beside him, eyed Harry with malice. "So, this is the abomination of Artemis we've heard whispers about."

Harry took a deep breath, standing tall despite the nerves threatening to overwhelm him. "Yes, ma'am. My name is Harry James Potter, I am six almost seven"

"Artemis, you have kept him hidden for too long," said Apollo looking directly at Harry's silver eyes, "You made him your heir did you not?"

"Yes, I completed the ritual when he was five in Delos that was when Hestia found out about his existence. It was the only way to circumvent the ancient laws and allow me to raise him away from his previous situation," replied Artemis.

Apollo leaned back in his chair, observing the young boy. "A bold move, even for you, sister. Bypassing the ancient laws, raising a child of such unique heritage. It's no wonder there's a stir among the gods."

Artemis met her brother's gaze evenly. "It was necessary. His safety was at stake, and I wouldn't risk him in that...Previous living situation."

Zeus cleared his throat, drawing attention back to him. "Enough of these pleasantries. Let's get to the matter at hand. We've gathered to discuss the boy and the implications of his existence. Then see if he lives or dies. Artemis Explain."

Artemis cleared her throat and continued. "First you must all remember when I broke several ancient laws, and in turn, you all punished me severely; I was turned into a mortal with no memories of my past as a goddess and my powers sealed. I eventually fell in love with James Potter and had a child with him—Harry. Eventually, my mortal shell and James were murdered. In a rage, me and my angels searched for Harry. this happened when he was fifteen months old."

Artemis paused to wipe tears from her as she recalled how she found him "We found him when he was five years old; he was being treated worse than most slaves in history and was severely malnourished, with about 60% of his body covered in scars. I used the Mist to punish those mortals responsible for his suffering and healed him to full health in the process. During this time, we discovered a soul shard in the lightning-bolt scar on his forehead—I had to get Hades and Persephone to remove it. Hades later told me it was a fragment with seven parts, including his wraith, which would enable him to cheat death."

Artemis took a shaky breath, continuing her narrative. "After healing him and removing the soul shard, I decided to make Harry my heir, ensuring his protection and giving him the best chance at a safe life. I performed the ritual on Delos, transforming him into something between a god and a demigod, intertwining his fate with ours. keep in mind this child would not exist if you all didn't turn me mortal and erased my memories."

"You made this abomination your heir?" spat Hera, her voice dripping with venom. "You have sullied the name of the Olympians by tethering us to a mortal born."

"So, you would have a child be treated worse than a beast, all because he does not fit into your narrow view of what is acceptable? Oh, I forgot who I am talking to the same person who threw her son off a mountain" retorted Artemis.

Hermes leaned forward; his usual carefree expression replaced by a stern look. "We're here to discuss the matter at hand, not to bicker amongst ourselves. The child, though not entirely one of us, has a unique place in our realm."

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, studied Harry intently. "We must remember that this boy is also a product of our actions. We should judge him based on his own merits and not just his origins."

"I am also going to remind you the boy is protected by prophecy," said Apollo, "and there is a legal precedent to what Artemis did, Herakles and Zeus,"

He added with a pointed look at Zeus, "where the king of the gods made his demigod son a god, elevating him to the status of the Olympians. Artemis did the same thing, whereas Zeus made Herakles his heir, and thus he became a god when the immortalization process was over, Artemis made my nephew her Heir."

Zeus frowned, clearly irritated by the reminder. "That was a different time, Apollo. Circumstances were not the same."

Ares, the god of war, scoffed. "Of course, they weren't. Back then, you were the one breaking the rules, not Artemis."

Athena sat back on her throne, "Enough, Apollo does have a point. As her Heir, she could raise Harry personally, and not force him to camp half-blood. He may be Part Nephilim part god, but we all know if the Heir ritual was done, he would be immortal twenty years after it was completed. Apollo would you kindly tell us the wording of the Prophecy,"

Apollo cleared his throat and began, his voice echoing throughout the hall, capturing the attention of all present.

"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."

"That prophecy was issued by the oracle in the days of Mycenean Greece."

A hush settled over the gathering of gods and goddesses. The weight of Apollo's words hung heavily in the room, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.

Hestia, the goddess of hearth and home, was the first to break the silence. "This prophecy speaks of two children. Who is the other, Apollo?"

Apollo glanced over to Demeter, who seemed lost in thought. "The child born as the sixth month dies, a daughter of the Harvest. I believe this refers to a child of Demeter, the goddess of the harvest."

Demeter nodded slowly. "Yes, it refers to my daughter Daphne Greengrass, like Harry is part God part Nephilim, and has been raised and trained alongside Harry in the camp of the Hunters of Artemis."

The room was filled with a mix of shock, contemplation, and irritation. Several deities exchanged wary glances, realizing the potential repercussions and implications of these intertwined destinies.

Poseidon, lord of the seas, leaned forward with a thoughtful look. "So, we're dealing with two children, both with unique heritage and destinies, intertwined by prophecy. That's a rare occurrence, even by our standards."

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, tilted her head, her eyes reflecting a hint of mischief. "A soul bond and a prophecy linking them? The very essence of romance and tragedy. Fascinating."

Artemis shot her a pointed look, clearly not appreciating the comment. "This isn't a game or one of your romances, Aphrodite. Their lives are at stake."

Aphrodite waved a dismissive hand. "I know, I know. But the potential for an epic love story is there. Even you can't deny that."

Hermes chuckled softly. "I think the more pressing matter is what we're going to do with them. A prophecy of this magnitude, especially one from ancient times, is bound to have far-reaching consequences."

Dionysus took a sip from his Diet Coke. "Sounds like a lot of work. Not particularly interesting. But I suppose we can't ignore it."

Athena's gaze returned to Harry. "Regardless of our personal feelings, these children are bound by fate to a destiny of monumental proportions. We should support them, guide them, instead of bickering amongst ourselves."

Zeus, always keen on maintaining order and his rule, let out a deep sigh. "Before we decide anything what does the lines ancient enemies thought beaten shall be resurrected... Together they shall succeed...but apart and the world shall be destroyed. mean?"

Apollo furrowed his brow in thought. "Interpreting prophecies can be tricky, but considering their age and the context, it might mean that foes from our ancient past, possibly Titans or primordial entities, could be awakening or returning. Their resurgence might be tied to these children, directly or indirectly."

Artemis added, "The prophecy seems to emphasize the importance of unity between Harry and Daphne. They must face this threat together, or the consequences could be catastrophic. Their bond, whether born of destiny or forged by their shared experiences, will be crucial. It's why Demeter and I have been keeping them at my Hunters camp instead of camp half-blood."

Athena nodded in agreement, her analytical mind already piecing together potential scenarios. "This isn't just a matter of two demigods fulfilling a prophecy. Their unique lineage, being part god and part Nephilim, gives them capabilities that might be pivotal in the upcoming confrontation."

Hera huffed, "It's all well and good to discuss the potential threats, but let's not forget the matter at hand. We are here to decide on the boy's fate."

"Fine to satisfy Hera, Athena ask the boy question to see if he is a good heir to Artemis, and If he understands his role in the prophecy" thundered Zeus.

Athena shifted her attention to Harry, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity and kindness. "Harry James Potter, you have found yourself at the heart of a celestial debate. Your existence and the circumstances surrounding it are indeed unique. But what I wish to discern is the nature of your heart and mind. Answer me honestly."

Harry gulped but nodded, drawing from the strength that Chiron had mentioned earlier. "Yes, Lady Athena."

"Do you understand the weight of the prophecy that binds you and the implications of being both a god and a Nephilim?"

Harry paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I think I understand as much as a child of my age can. I know that Daphne and I are linked by destiny and that together we have to face threats from the past. And... I'm aware that being both god and Nephilim means I have responsibilities and abilities that others might not."

Athena's lips quirked into a small smile. "That's a mature response. Now, tell me, Harry, if given the choice, would you choose the life of a mortal or the eternal existence of a god?"

Harry's silver eyes glistened with uncertainty. "It's hard to choose. I've never truly lived a normal life, even before knowing about my divine heritage. But if I had to choose, I'd wish for a life where I could make a difference, protect the ones I care about, and perhaps... find happiness. Whether that's as a mortal or a god, I can't say."

Athena nodded. "And finally, how do you feel about your unique lineage? Do you see it as a gift or a curse?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Both, I suppose. It's a gift because it gives me the power and potential to do great things. But it's also a curse because it sets me apart, makes me a target, and brings expectations. All I truly want is to find my place in this world, or any world, and to stand by those who stand by me."

"Has Artemis trained you in your role as her Heir? And what do you understand it entails" asked Athena

Harry hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "Yes, Lady Artemis has been training me. She's taught me about our history, the values she upholds, and the expectations that come with being her heir. Being her heir means I'm to safeguard the natural world, protect the innocent, and uphold the honour and traditions of the Hunters. I'm also to assist and stand in her stead when she cannot be present. It's a role of responsibility, and while I'm still learning, I am committed to doing my best to fulfill it."

Athena seemed satisfied with his answers. "Very well, Harry. You've spoken with honesty and maturity beyond your years. Now it is for us, the Olympians, to discuss and decide your fate."

Zeus, after hearing Athena's questions and Harry's answers, reclined on his throne and exchanged glances with Hera. The tension in the hall was palpable. Each deity had their opinions and reservations, but none could deny the sincerity and potential in Harry's words.

Hestia, always a voice of reason, was the first to speak. "This child has a heart of gold and possesses the wisdom many mortals lack. Our decisions should be based on his character and potential, not merely his lineage."

Hermes nodded, "He's earnest. I can see why Artemis chose him as her heir. There's a spark in him, one that could ignite greatness."

Poseidon grunted in agreement, "He has the soul of a warrior and the heart of a protector. I see no reason to doubt his worthiness."

Aphrodite, always one for dramatics, sighed dreamily. "Such passion, such potential for love and heartbreak. The boy is interesting."

Dionysus, swirling his Diet Coke, commented, "He's got spunk. Doesn't seem the type to back down. I'll give him that."

Athena leaned forward, her grey eyes piercing. "It's evident that this boy has much to offer. We should guide him, prepare him for the trials ahead, rather than shun him for circumstances beyond his control."

Hera's gaze was calculating, and while her initial animosity towards Harry was apparent, even she seemed to be reevaluating her stance. "He's different, and while I might not agree with all of Artemis's choices, the boy could be an asset."

Ares, the god of war, scrutinized Harry with a warrior's eye. "The kid has potential. He could be a force to reckon with if trained properly."

Apollo placed a hand on Artemis's shoulder, offering his silent support to his twin. "The prophecy is clear. These children are our best hope against the coming darkness. We must stand united and support them."

Artemis, with tears of gratitude in her eyes, whispered, "Thank you, brother."

Zeus, after allowing all to voice their opinions, finally spoke, his voice echoing powerfully. "The council has spoken. Harry James Potter, you shall be recognized as the heir of Artemis, with all the rights and responsibilities that come with it. We shall provide you with our guidance and protection, and in return, you will fulfill your destiny and uphold the honour of the Olympians."

Harry, overwhelmed, knelt. "Thank you, Lord Zeus, and all of you. I promise to do my best and make you all proud."

Zeus nodded, sealing the decision with finality. "So it is decreed."

"Still he should have gone directly to camp half blood when he arrived in your care" sneered Hera looking at Harry, "Besides what was so dangerous about his previous living situation."

Artemis's eyes flashed with barely contained fury. "You dare to question the danger he faced? You, who sit on your throne and pass judgment without understanding the pain of the mortal world? That boy was treated worse than any creature should ever be. Starved, beaten, and abused by those who should have loved and cared for him." summoning two hunting knives she pointed one at Hera. "Watch your tongue Hera or you may find yourself reforming in Tartarus"

The atmosphere in the room grew palpable, an oppressive silence settling over the assembly of deities. For a moment, it seemed as though the entire hall held its collective breath. The dramatic flare between two mighty goddesses was an uncommon occurrence, even amongst the tempestuous Olympians.

Hera's eyes narrowed dangerously, her lips drawn into a thin line, but her voice remained cold and calculated. "You forget your place, Artemis. My concerns are for the Olympian order, not personal vendettas. But make no mistake; your blatant threats will not go unnoticed."

A massive pillar of flames coalesced in the center of the hall, and everyone stopped to look. Where once there was an eight-year-old girl, there now stood a woman of thirty whose eyes were blazing with raw fire and her hair wreathed in golden flames. Her voice reverberated through the hall as she commanded "Enough!" It had been centuries since the end of the Trojan War, but this was the first time anyone had seen Hestia so full of rage.

"Hera when a six-year-old child is behaving better than you in front of the entire council, it is you who needs to reflect upon your place. We are gathered here to discuss the futures of two innocent children bound by a prophecy, not to wage personal vendettas. And while I do agree that he should spend time at camp half-blood that decision lies with Artemis."

The power and authority emanating from Hestia was palpable, making even the mightiest of the gods shift uncomfortably in their seats. The usually calm and passive goddess now radiated a fiery aura that commanded the utmost respect.

Ares, the god of war, chuckled nervously. "Well, if even Hestia's riled up, I think it's best we all shut up and listen."

Hephaestus, the god of the forge, nodded in agreement. "Rarely do we see Hestia so angry. Hera, for once, think before you speak."

Poseidon added, "It's a pity we've come to this. Allowing personal feelings to cloud our judgment. We should be guiding and supporting these children, not arguing among ourselves."

Hera's face was a mask of pride and restrained anger, but there was a hint of unease in her eyes. "Fine," she hissed. "Let's continue."

Zeus cleared his throat, regaining some semblance of control over the meeting. "Hestia is right. We've lost sight of the matter at hand. We need to guide Harry and Daphne and prepare them for the trials ahead. But first, Artemis, you must explain the boy's previous living situation in detail so that there are no misunderstandings."

Artemis took a deep breath, her voice filled with sorrow and anger. "My mortal shell died when he was fifteen months old, when I returned to being a goddess I sent Jophiel and Ariel two of my angels to search for him. when we found him, he was two weeks after his fifth birthday. He was in a deplorable condition. Apollo and Hestia know part of it but not the full story. Atalanta and Sophia two children of Apollo who are part of my hunters healed him the best he could it took eight weeks, but still, Harry lift your shirt."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted his shirt, revealing a canvas of scars, faded bruises, and burn marks. The collective gasp in the room was audible. The sight was jarring, contrasting harshly with the innocence of his young face.

Zeus's face darkened with rage, his thunderous presence filling the room. "Who did this to him?"

Artemis's voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and fury. "His own family, Lord Zeus. His so-called 'relatives', the Dursleys, treated him as less than an animal. He was confined to a small cupboard under the stairs, starved, beaten, and subjected to the worst forms of abuse a child can endure."

Athena, ever logical and composed, frowned deeply. "Why were mortal authorities not alerted?"

Artemis replied, "They were several times, but what I found is the Dursleys used his inheritance money they were getting to help with his care to pay off authorities, and it didn't matter what came to light as the head of the Surrey Area CPS was the sister of Vernon Dursley. I had to use the mist to get the police and media involved. keep in mind that most of the scars he had are now gone, it is why I went through the Heir Ritual for him, so I can raise him under the ancient laws."

There was a long, weighted pause as the gods absorbed the information. The thought that such cruelty existed, even in the mortal world, was hard for many to comprehend.

Athena's brow furrowed. "This child has endured far more than any being should. His strength is evident."

Hera, despite her earlier disdain, seemed momentarily taken aback. "It is unimaginable," she admitted, though begrudgingly, "that a child should suffer so."

Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, with tears shimmering in her eyes, murmured, "What a tragic beginning to his life."

Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, added, "Every child deserves love and care. It is a travesty that he was subjected to such horror."

Apollo, a god closely associated with healing, looked sombre. "I will examine him thoroughly and do what I can to heal the remaining scars. Both the visible and the ones on his soul."

Zeus' voice rumbled. "The actions of these mortals are unforgivable. Yet, we must focus on Harry's future and ensure he is given every opportunity to heal and grow."

Harry, for his part, looked a mixture of relief and anxiety. Artemis knelt beside him, whispering words of comfort. "You're not alone anymore, Harry. We are with you."

Harry looked at Artemis his silver eyes watery as tears flowed down them. He hugged Artemis tightly and cried on her chest. "I am sorry Mama," he said over and over between sobs.

Artemis held him close, allowing the boy the catharsis he desperately needed. The sight of the Moon Goddess cradling a child, her son, was an unfamiliar yet deeply touching one for the other gods in the room.

"Harry, I am here let it all out," she whispered in his ear rubbing his back. Harry griped Artemis's chiton tighter buried his head deeper into her chest and cried loudly into her. The six-year-old boy's muffled cries echoed through the hall of the gods. Artemis flashed him over to her throne and sat him down on her lap as she rocked him.

"Harry look at me," said Artemis,

Harry turned to Artemis with his eyes red like the blood moon, his hair turning blue to match his mood.

"I have raised you for almost two years now, and I want you to be honest with me, do you still have flashbacks of your time with those... beasts for lack of a better word?" asked Artemis.

Harry hesitated, his eyes darting away for a moment. The weight of his past, the shadows that clung to him, was evident in the way his shoulders tensed and his grip tightened on Artemis's chiton. It took him a moment to find his voice, but when he did, it was barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Mama... sometimes. When it's dark, or when there's loud noise... or when someone gets too close too quickly," he admitted, his voice quivering. "It's like I'm back there, even if just for a moment. The memories... they hurt."

"Why don't you go with Hestia, to her temple to talk about it, she is the best when it comes to that," asked Artemis.

"Can I?" asked Harry his voice still above a whisper. "will she be mad at me?"

Hestia, with her gentle presence and unwavering warmth, stepped forward. "Little one, I will never get mad at you for seeking comfort or expressing your feelings. My temple is a sanctuary for all, especially for those in need of solace."

Artemis gave Harry a reassuring squeeze. "Hestia is the goddess of hearth and home, Harry. There's no better place for you to find peace and comfort. And she's right, you can always turn to her."

Harry looked up, meeting Hestia's eyes, which radiated a warmth that seemed to beckon him. He nodded slowly, trying to find courage in the newfound support around him. "Okay, Mama... if you think it will help."

Hestia extended her hand towards him, her voice soft as a lullaby. "Come with me, Harry. We'll find a quiet spot, and you can tell me everything. You are safe here."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then gently slid off Artemis's lap. The boy looked into Hestia's eyes for reassurance before he took her hand, his tiny fingers barely able to wrap around her broad palm. They walked together, Harry growing more confident with every step he took.

Hestia led Harry to an area in front of the blazing hearth and helped him climb onto a padded bench. Then she pulled up another bench next to him so they could sit face-to-face.

The dancing flames from the hearth cast a warm, golden hue upon the room. It provided a serene atmosphere, a stark contrast to the charged environment in the main hall. The soft, crackling sounds created a rhythmic background, lulling the senses into a state of peace.

Hestia observed the child sitting in front of her. He seemed so small, even more so given the knowledge of what he had endured in his young life. She offered him a kind smile, hoping to ease the anxiety that was evident in his tense posture.

"Harry," Hestia began softly, "First, I want you to know that you can trust me. Whatever you share with me will stay between us, and I'm here to listen and help. Understand?"

He swallowed and nodded, his eyes darting towards the comforting flames every so often. "I... I don't know where to start," Harry whispered, his voice carrying the weight of countless untold stories.

"You can start from anywhere, and take all the time you need. Remember, you're safe here," Hestia assured him.

The child took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Every day was a struggle," he began, his voice trembling. "They would lock me in the cupboard, and I would only be let out for chores or when they wanted to... hurt me." He paused, blinking away the tears threatening to fall.

Hestia's heart ached at his words, and she reached out, placing her hand over his. "It's okay, Harry. Breathe."

He nodded and continued, "I tried to be good, you know? Thought maybe if I was, they'd treat me better. But it never worked. Dudley, their son, always made sure of it." A few tears slid down his cheeks. "I don't understand why they hated me so much."

Hestia's eyes brimmed with tears. "Some people, Harry, are so lost in their pain and darkness that they try to inflict it on others. It's not your fault. You didn't deserve any of it."

Harry looked up, locking eyes with Hestia. "Do you think it's possible for someone like me... with all these scars and memories... to ever find happiness?"

Hestia squeezed his hand gently. "Harry, your mother loves you, and I know Daphne cares about you. I have known Artemis since she was a child in Delos, and I have never seen her be so caring to someone as she is to you. Believe me, if she didn't care about you, she would not have made you, her heir."

Hestia's voice was filled with conviction. "Your past has been unimaginably painful, but it doesn't define your future. You have a strength in you, built from endurance and resilience. And while the scars might never fully fade, they can become a testament to your ability to overcome. With time, love, and support, you can find happiness."

Harry looked down, tracing the patterns on the floor with his toe. "I just want the memories to go away, every night I cry myself to sleep because I remember everything still. I want to be strong like Mama, so I don't tell her anything, I don't want to let her down. I don't want her to disappoint her, so I stay silent."

Hestia's heart felt heavy with compassion. "Oh, dear child," she murmured. "Being strong doesn't mean carrying all the burdens by yourself. It means recognizing when you need help and letting those who love you offer their support. I promise you; Artemis wouldn't see you as weak for sharing your pain with her."

Harry's eyes shimmered with tears. "But I don't want to be a burden."

"You are not a burden, Harry," Hestia assured him gently. "You are loved, valued, and cherished. Your mother took you in because she loves you, not out of obligation. Sharing your feelings and pain is not a sign of weakness but of trust."

A soft sob escaped Harry's lips, his young face crumpling as the floodgates opened. "I'm so tired," he whispered. "Tired of hiding, of pretending everything's okay."

Hestia pulled him into a gentle embrace, letting him cry freely against her. The flames in the hearth seemed to grow warmer, embracing the room with an added layer of comfort. "It's alright to cry, Harry. Let it all out. You're safe here."

They stayed like that for a long while, Hestia gently rocking him, murmuring words of comfort as he cried. The raw emotion, the sheer exhaustion of years of torment, found release in the warmth of Hestia's embrace.

After some time, when his cries had quieted down, Hestia gently pulled back, looking at him with compassion. "Now, Harry," she said softly, "I want you to promise me something."

He sniffled and looked up at her, his eyes puffy from crying. "What is it?"

"Promise me that you will talk to Artemis. Share with her what you've shared with me. She's your mother, and she deserves to know how you're feeling. And trust me, it will help both of you."

Harry hesitated, but the trust and warmth he felt in Hestia's presence gave him strength. "What if she gets disappointed in me? What if she abandons me because of that?"

Hestia cupped Harry's face gently, ensuring he was looking directly into her eyes. "Harry, Artemis loves you unconditionally. Nothing you share will make her disappointed or push her away. In fact, she might feel heartbroken knowing you've been keeping so much pain to yourself. Remember, a mother's love isn't something that wavers based on conditions or circumstances. It's unwavering, boundless, and eternal."

He blinked, fresh tears forming. "You really think she won't be upset?"

Hestia smiled gently. "I know her. She'll be grateful you trusted her enough to open up. And together, you two will find a way to heal."

Harry took a deep breath, trying to gather his courage. "Okay, I'll talk to her. I promise."

Hestia nodded, pulling him into another warm hug. "You know Harry I see a lot of her in you."

"You do?" Harry asked, surprised, as he pulled back to look at Hestia.

She smiled warmly, nodding. "Yes. Your strength, resilience, and the way you care about others, even after all you've been through. You have her fire, her spirit, and her determination. And just like her, you have a heart full of love and kindness. Even after all the pain you've endured, you haven't let it define you or turn you bitter."

Harry's cheeks flushed a bit, touched by her words. "I... I try to be strong, like her. But sometimes, it's just so hard."

Hestia took his hands in hers, her eyes searching his. "Being strong doesn't mean never breaking down or never feeling pain. It means pushing through, even when everything seems overwhelming. It means standing up every time you fall, learning from your scars, and letting them be reminders of your endurance, not your defeat."

Harry looked down, processing her words. "I want to be like her. I want to make her proud."

Hestia gently tilted his chin up, making him meet her eyes once more. "Harry, you already do. Every day, with every brave step you take. I've seen Artemis through millennia, and I've never seen her as proud and protective as she is with you. She loves you beyond measure, and you are her greatest pride."

Hestia hugged him close once more. "Always, little one. Remember, you're never alone. And whenever you need a moment of solace, my hearth is always open for you."

"I don't like remembering my past, I don't like thinking about it, I don't like feeling sad about it. But one reason I don't tell her how I feel is because I don't want to see her sad because of me, sometimes I rather forget my pain, but I can't because every time I close my eyes, I see them. When I am in the forest, I feel peace around the animals, but I try to avoid sleep because It's too painful to remember" said Harry as Artemis walked in the door his back was to the door so he didn't hear her come in Artemis waited until he finished talking.

"I still remember the day Daddy and Mama Mortal Shell died, I remember the green light hitting her before she collapsed. I try to be strong so she won't have to abandon me. that is my biggest fear, mama abandoning me because I am weak. It's why I enjoy the times we went hunting together." cried Harry.

Artemis silently walked over to Harry, "Harry James Potter, you are not weak." Her voice was firm yet gentle, filled with a mother's love and conviction. "And I will never, ever abandon you."

Harry started, realizing his mother had been in the room and had heard everything he'd said. He looked up, his eyes wide, a mix of fear and hope shining in them. "Mama?"

Artemis knelt to be at eye level with him. She cupped his face gently, her thumb brushing away the tears staining his cheeks. "Every day, you show a strength that leaves me in awe. The pain you carry, the scars you bear, and yet you continue to stand tall, to move forward, to smile even when the weight feels crushing. That, my precious boy, is strength. And that is why I am so proud of you."

Harry's eyes filled with fresh tears, his lip quivering. "But the nightmares, the memories... they're so real, Mama. I didn't want you to know because I didn't want to burden you."

Artemis pulled him into a tight embrace, her hands gentle and comforting against his back. Her voice was soft and soothing as she spoke. "You are never a burden to me, Harry. Your pain is my pain, and your happiness is my joy. We are bound by more than just blood. We share a bond that nothing can break." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Now I have made a deal with the Olympic Council - you will go back to Camp Half-Blood for June and July, then from August through June, you will stay with me. I will be there within two hours of you arriving back at camp half-blood."

"But I only know Chiron, because Hermes grabbed me and Mr. D as he was introducing me to camp," mumbled Harry.

"Harry you do know Daphne, you know the girl you share a soul bond with?" said Artemis mischievously, "The same girl who you play with and trained together under Ariel, Jophiel, and Zoe's watchful eye. She is at camp as well"

Harry smiled as a blush crept up his face. "Mama!" he protested.

Artemis laughed softly, the sound like tinkling bells. "Ah, so you do remember. Well, think of this time at Camp Half-Blood as a way to connect with others your age, to understand your heritage better, and perhaps... to bond further with Daphne."

Harry's cheeks were now a deep shade of crimson. "It's not like that, Mama. She's just... She's a friend. A really good friend."

"Of course," Artemis said, her voice dripping with playfulness. "Just a friend who happens to share a soul bond with you. Quite common, I hear."

Hestia, not wanting to miss out on the fun, chimed in with a twinkle in her eye, "Oh yes, very common. I remember when Artemis had a 'friend' she was particularly fond of..."

"Mama!" Harry exclaimed again, trying to change the topic and save himself from further teasing.

Artemis shot Hestia a mock glare, then turned back to Harry, her expression softening. "All jokes aside, my dear, I want you to understand that my only wish is for you to be happy. Whether it's with Daphne or someone else, or even if it's just embracing the friendships and bonds you'll form at Camp Half-Blood."

Harry nodded slowly, his initial embarrassment fading. "I'll try, Mama. For you."

Artemis brushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "No, my love. Do it for yourself. You deserve happiness, joy, and all the wonderful experiences life has to offer."

Hestia rose, sensing the need to give the mother and son some privacy. "I'll leave you two to talk. Remember, Harry, my hearth is always open for you."

He nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Aunt Hestia. For everything."

Once she left, Artemis drew Harry closer, wrapping him in her protective embrace. "Promise me something, Harry?"

"Anything," he whispered, looking up into her silver eyes.

"Promise me that you'll always come to me, no matter what troubles you. No secrets, no hiding. We face everything together."

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling the weight and sincerity of his mother's words. "I promise, Mama. Always."

Longest chapter I've ever written.

Note in the third act of this fic Hera warms up to Harry, it is going to take time but I am going to build up their relationship slowly.

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Monster King chapter 7. Dec 15

Is Albus going to be evil or not? Anyways please continue I just hope the bashing doesn't get in the way of a promising story

Albus is not evil he is just manipulative, there is a difference between evil and manipulative. Also, I don't intend to bash any character.

D.J. Scales chapter 7. Dec 15

Again great work with the chapter. Nice job with the ritual and Hestia's introduction but is she also the goddess of cooking? One more thing if Harry is going to a Magical School then wouldn't Ilvermorny be the better choice I think Magical Britain needs sense beaten into them.

About Hestia, she is the Goddess of the domestic and civic hearth, the home, sacred and sacrificial fire, virginity, family, and the state. she is not the goddess of Cooking.

About Magical Britain, yes they do, in the books, Hogwarts is filled with incompetent teachers, who in real life would have been fired very quickly. As to what school Harry will attend #spoilers.