Two days after the festive celebrations of Saturnalia, on a crisp Christmas morning, Harry woke up before the sun had even risen. He quietly made his way to his mother's room, eager to share the quiet moment with her. The eleven-year-old cautiously climbed onto her bed and nestled next to her sleeping form, careful not to wake her.

Artemis stirred slightly in her sleep, her maternal instincts already sensing the presence of her son. Without fully waking, she instinctively pulled him closer and enveloped him in a protective embrace. Harry couldn't help but smile at the warmth and security he felt in his mother's arms. Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

A short while later, a hunter entered Artemis' tent and addressed her respectfully as "milady." Upon seeing the tender scene between mother and son, the hunter discreetly backed out of the tent without disturbing them further.

The first rays of dawn began to pierce the thin fabric of the tent, casting a gentle golden light across the room. Outside, the crisp morning air was filled with the distant calls of birds and the rustle of leaves, signalling the start of another day.

As the sun climbed higher, the tent began to warm up, stirring Artemis from her slumber. She opened her eyes and smiled down at Harry, who was still nestled comfortably in her arms. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice gentle yet carrying the strength of a goddess. "What brings you to my bed this morning?"

Harry just snuggled deeper in her chest seeking the comfort of his mother's warmth. Exhaling she whispered into his ear "Harry, my moon you have to wake up."

Harry opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the soft light filtering through the tent. He yawned and stretched slightly, feeling the comforting weight of Artemis's hand on his back. "I just wanted to be with you when the day started," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her chest.

Artemis chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I can think of no better way to start the day," she said warmly. The goddess gently shifted, allowing Harry to sit up. She glanced outside, noting the brightening sky. "Shall we see what this day brings us? Perhaps a walk in the forest? The world is quiet early in the morning; it's a magical time."

Harry's face lit up at the suggestion. "Can we really? Just the two of us?"

"Of course," Artemis replied, her eyes twinkling. She rose gracefully from the bed, extending her hand to Harry. He took it eagerly, and together they stepped out of the tent. "Grab a bow and we can go on a hunt. Just you and me."

"Can Aurora come?" asked Harry referring to his dire wolf cub as his face lit up with a smile.

Artemis nodded, her smile reflecting the warmth of the morning sun. "Aurora should definitely come. She might enjoy the fresh air and the chase."

With their plan set, Harry quickly dressed, his excitement bubbling as he laced up his boots. Artemis watched him, her heart swelling with pride at how quickly her son was growing up. She handed him a light, beautifully crafted bow, perfect for his young hands. "Today, you'll practice your aim. Remember, it's not about how many targets you hit, but how well you understand the wind and the forest."

Harry nodded earnestly, taking the bow with a respectful grasp. As they stepped outside, Aurora, the young dire wolf cub, bounded up to them, her tail wagging furiously. She nuzzled against Harry's leg, her bright eyes sparkling with anticipation.

The trio ventured into the woods, the trees standing tall and silent around them. The forest seemed to recognize Artemis, parting slightly as if in reverence to her presence. Harry felt the magic of the morning wrapped around him, a gentle reminder of the wonder of his world.

As they walked, Artemis pointed out signs of wildlife—a broken twig here, a faint trail there. Harry listened intently, his eyes scanning the environment, learning to read the subtle language of nature. Every so often, Artemis would pause, allowing Harry to take a shot. His arrows flew with growing accuracy, each one a whisper through the air.

After a while, they reached a small clearing. The sun had fully risen now, casting a golden glow over the dew-laden grass. Artemis set down a small, hand-woven blanket and motioned for Harry to sit. "It's important to balance activity with rest," she explained. "Observation is as crucial as action."

They sat in silence, the quiet of the forest enveloping them. Aurora lay down at Harry's feet, her eyes closing in contentment. Harry felt a deep peace settle over him, the kind of tranquillity that only a morning in the woods could provide.

Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes caught their attention. Harry's grip on his bow tightened, but Artemis placed a calming hand on his shoulder. A moment later, a small family of deer stepped into the clearing. The sight was mesmerizing, and Harry lowered his bow, choosing to watch instead.

"Sometimes," Artemis whispered, her voice blending with the rustling leaves, "the true beauty of the hunt isn't in the capture, but in appreciating the life around us."

Harry nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. They spent a few more moments in silence, watching the deer graze before they moved on.

"Mum, I have been meaning to ask you for a while" began Harry his bright silver eyes looking directly at Artemis, "Are you still in love with Dad?"

Artemis paused, her expression softening as she looked at Harry. Her eyes reflected a depth of emotion that spoke of ancient stories and timeless bonds. "Harry," she began, her voice tinged with a gentle seriousness, "Why must you have to ask the difficult questions?"

Artemis took a deep breath, her gaze lingering on the trees around them as if drawing strength from the forest itself. "Harry when an immortal such as a god, titan, etc. Marries, it's not like a marriage between two mortals," she explained, her voice steady yet filled with an undertone of melancholy. "When immortals marry their essence or soul merges with the other person"

Artemis continued, her words weaving through the still morning air, "This bond, it's not merely emotional or physical—it transcends those. It's an intertwining of destinies, a fusion of spirits that can never be fully undone. Your father and I, our essences are interlaced through the very fabric of existence."

Harry listened intently, his young mind trying to grasp the complexities of divine relationships. "So, does that mean you'll always love him?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, in a manner that is both simple and infinitely complex," Artemis replied, her gaze returning to Harry. "I will always carry a part of him within me. Just as I will always carry you. Love, especially at our level, is eternal, but it can also change forms, and evolve according to the circumstances of the cosmos."

"But you were mortal when you fell in love and married him" Interrupted Harry. "You were turned mortal as a result of your punishment by the Olympian council"

Artemis nodded, a smile touching her lips as memories seemed to dance in her eyes. "Yes, that's true. I was mortal, but if you paint the white stripes of a zebra black it will still be a zebra, not a horse"

Harry furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of his mother's metaphor. "So, even as a mortal, you were still... you?"

"Exactly," Artemis affirmed. "Even stripped of my divine powers, the core of who I am remained unchanged. The essence that binds me to your father, and now to you, didn't fade. It was merely...transformed."

Harry nodded slowly, absorbing the gravity of her words. He glanced at the tranquil surroundings, the gentle sway of the trees, and the soft hum of the forest seemed to echo the complexities of the divine and mortal realms intertwining.

Artemis reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Harry's ear. "You see, my moon, relationships among immortals are eternal, but they are also adaptable. We may change, the world around us may change, but the bonds we form carry a thread of permanence."

Harry felt a sense of relief wash over him, mixed with a newfound understanding. "Why don't you ask Lady Hera and Lord Hades to bring him back? As your Immortal Husband?"

Artemis chuckled softly, a hint of sorrow touching her eyes as she considered Harry's question. "Truth be told, I am scared of what my hunters would think. By bringing back James, I am acknowledging that I am no longer a maiden goddess, and I will have to restructure my hunters like so."

Harry nodded slowly, taking in her words with a maturity that seemed beyond his years. "But isn't it worth it, Mum? To have Dad back with us? Maybe it's time for change."

Artemis gazed into the distance, her eyes reflecting the complexities of divine duties and personal desires. "Change is a powerful force, Harry. It frightens many, excites others, and challenges us all. But you're right. Perhaps it is time to reconsider the old ways and embrace what my heart truly desires."

She looked down at Harry, her expression resolute yet filled with warmth. "I will think about it, my moon. Your words have given me much to ponder."

As they rose from the blanket, Artemis folded it with a graceful motion and tucked it under her arm. "Come, let's head back. The morning is still young, and we have much to do. It's Christmas morning and I am sure my mother has something to spoil you with. And who knows what my hunters have done in my absence."

The forest seemed to bid them a silent farewell as they retraced their steps back to the camp. The air was still brisk, and the light had a clear, sharp quality that made everything seem more vivid. Aurora trotted ahead, occasionally glancing back to make sure they were following.

As they approached the camp, the sounds of laughter and the scent of cooking food greeted them. The hunters, who had returned from their morning activities, were gathered around a large fire, sharing stories and enjoying a hearty breakfast. They looked up as Artemis and Harry approached, their faces lighting up with smiles.

"Milady, you've returned! And just in time," one of the hunters called out, waving them over. "We've prepared a feast to celebrate the day—fresh bread, fruits, and some game from this morning's hunt."

Harry's stomach rumbled at the mention of food, and he grinned. "It smells amazing," he said, his eyes wide as he took in the spread.

Artemis smiled and led Harry to the fire, where they were quickly offered seats and plates piled high with food. "You've all outdone yourselves," she praised the hunters, who beamed with pride.

As they ate, Harry listened to the hunters share tales of their morning exploits. Each story was filled with excitement and camaraderie, painting a vivid picture of their life together in the wild. It was a community bound by shared purpose and deep respect for nature.

After the meal, a hunter approached Artemis with a small, wrapped package. "A gift for Harry, from all of us," she said, handing it over.

Harry looked surprised but delighted as he took the package and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a picture in a frame. In the picture, Harry was five years old and curled on top of Artemis as she sat next to two wolves who were protecting them.

There was another picture frame behind the first, and Harry smiled. It was a picture of him being carried by Leto when he was six years old. He was covered in mud with a smile on his face in his arms was an injured wolf cub. In the background was Artemis with a smile on her face.

Artemis watched Harry's reaction, her heart swelling with joy at his delight. "Do you remember that day?" she asked, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

Harry nodded, his eyes sparkling as he traced the image with his finger. "Yeah, I remember. I fell into the mud trying to save that cub. I thought I was in big trouble, but instead, you all just helped clean me up and took care of the cub."

Artemis laughed softly, the sound mingling with the crackle of the fire. "That was the day you showed us all your heart, not just your courage. You've always had a profound respect for life, just like your father."

Harry looked up at her, his expression thoughtful. "Do you think he'd be proud of me?"

"Without a doubt," Artemis replied immediately, her voice firm and confident. "Your father had a great love for the natural world, much like you. Your compassion and bravery are qualities that I know he would admire deeply."

Leto walked from behind Harry, "Harry."

"Grandmother" smiled Harry embracing Leto in a hug.

Leto embraced Harry tightly, her face lighting up with joy as she held him. "My dear boy," she said warmly, releasing him from the hug but keeping her hands on his shoulders, looking him over with pride. "Look at how much you've grown. Each time I see you, you seem more and more like your mother."

Leto's eyes twinkled with warmth as she glanced at Artemis, sharing a silent moment of understanding and mutual respect. The bond between the three was palpable, filled with the kind of love that spanned generations and celestial realms.

Harry, feeling the strength and affection of his family, couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. "I'm glad we're all together today," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"As are we," Leto replied, her voice soft. "I got you something, Harry." She gave Harry a wrapped box.

Harry's eyes lit up as he took the gift from Leto, his hands trembling slightly with excitement. He carefully peeled away the wrapping, revealing a small, intricately carved box. The craftsmanship was exquisite, with symbols of the moon and stars delicately etched into the wood.

Opening the box, Harry found a silver pendant inside. It was shaped like a crescent moon, and embedded in the center was a tiny, shimmering stone that seemed to pulse with a light of its own. "It's beautiful," Harry breathed, looking up at Leto with wide eyes.

"It's more than just beautiful," Leto explained, her voice filled with a gentle gravity. "This pendant is crafted from the silver of the moon, blessed by your mother and me. It will protect you and guide you in times of need. As long as you wear it, a part of us will always be with you."

Harry carefully lifted the pendant out of the box and held it up, watching it catch the light. "Thank you, Grandmother," he said, his voice choked with emotion. He slipped the pendant around his neck, feeling its comforting weight against his chest.

Leto smiled, her eyes moist with unshed tears. "You're very welcome, my dear."

Erika approached Lady Artemis with a cloak in hand, the fabric shimmering a silvery hue in the dim light. "Um milady," she spoke softly, indicating the garment, "I found this cloak with a note addressed to your son." A sense of unease crept over Artemis as Erika continued, "There were various charms attached to it, including tracking and compulsion spells. I removed them, but I thought you should see it."

Artemis reached out for the cloak, her fingers tracing over the intricate designs and symbols adorning its surface. "This is James' invisibility cloak," she murmured, recognizing the enchantments woven into the fabric from years of studying magic. Her eyes moved to the note, written in an all too familiar handwriting. "And that is the old fool's handwriting," Artemis scoffed, her brows furrowed in confusion. "How did he come into possession of this? It was supposed to be stored in Harry's trust vault. I was the one who put it there several days before Harry was born."

"Mum?" asked Harry.

"Harry I am going to hang on to this, Dumbledore should have never had this in his possession I know for a fact that James never gave him this I want to investigate how he was able to take this out of your vault," said Artemis.

"I understand mum" replied Harry.

Harry nodded, trusting his mother's judgment. Despite the mystery surrounding the cloak, he felt secure knowing Artemis would handle it. The morning's earlier warmth lingered as they continued to celebrate, but Harry's thoughts occasionally drifted to the peculiarities of the cloak and Dumbledore's intentions.

As the celebration wound down, Artemis pulled Harry aside. "I think it's time for us to have a little chat about something important," she began, her voice serious but kind.

Harry looked up at her, sensing the gravity of her tone. "Is it about the cloak?" he asked.

Artemis nodded. "Partly, yes. But it's also about your future. You're growing up, Harry, and there are things you need to know about your heritage, your abilities, and the responsibilities that come with them."

They found a quiet spot away from the others, settling under a large, ancient oak that seemed to watch over them with a kind of solemn dignity. Artemis took a deep breath before speaking. "You are not just my son or James' son; you are a child of two worlds—this world and the magical one. Each comes with its own challenges and dangers."

Harry listened intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and determination.

"As for the cloak," Artemis continued, "it's a powerful magical artifact, and it seems Dumbledore had his reasons for taking it. I need to ensure that it doesn't fall into the wrong hands or be used against you."

Harry felt a surge of protectiveness. "What can I do to help, Mum?"

Artemis smiled, touched by his eagerness. "For now, just focus on learning and growing. Train with your bow, study your spells, and understand the natural world as well as the magical one. You need to be prepared for anything."

Harry nodded, his resolve firming. "I will, Mum. I'll make you and Dad proud."

Artemis reached out, ruffling his hair affectionately. "I know you will, my moon. Now, there's something else we need to address today."

"Oh?" Harry's interest was piqued.

Artemis handed Harry a very thick book, "This book is a catalogue of every monster I have hunted since the dawn of time, their strengths and weaknesses, how they look like, the most common disguises they use."

Artemis's voice was earnest as she presented the book. "It's not just a record, Harry, it's a guide. As you grow, you'll encounter many creatures, some benign and others not. This book will help you recognize and deal with them effectively."

Harry took the hefty volume with both hands, his eyes wide with awe. The cover was old, bound in leather with intricate silver engravings that seemed to shimmer slightly in the light. He opened it to a random page and saw detailed sketches and notes, all in Artemis's neat handwriting.

"Thank you, Mum," Harry said, looking up at her with sincere gratitude. "I'll read it cover to cover."

Artemis nodded, pleased by his enthusiasm. "I'm sure you will. Remember, knowledge is as powerful a weapon as any sword or bow."

As they walked back towards the camp, Harry felt the weight of the book in his hands—not just the physical weight, but the responsibility it represented. He was not just learning to be a good hunter or a wise user of magic; he was preparing to be a guardian of sorts, a role that felt daunting yet thrilling.

The rest of the day passed with celebration and laughter, but Harry's mind often drifted back to the book and the cloak. He realized that his life was about to get even more complex and dangerous, but with Artemis's guidance and the support of his family, he felt ready to face whatever challenges came next.

That evening, as the campfires burned down to embers and the stars began to peek through the night sky, Harry sat close to Artemis, the book by his side. They watched the night unfold in silence, a comfortable, reflective quiet.

"Mum," Harry finally said, breaking the silence. "Do you think I'll ever be ready to face everything that's out there?"

Artemis turned to look at Harry, her expression calm and reassuring. "Harry, readiness is not about reaching a point where you feel no fear or doubt. It's about being equipped to handle challenges as they come, with courage and wisdom," she explained, her voice soft but firm. "You have a heart brave enough to face the unknown, and a mind sharp enough to navigate through it."

Harry listened, absorbing her words. "But the unknown can be scary," he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to the book next to him.

"It can be," Artemis agreed, nodding. "But remember, you are not alone in this. You have me, your grandmother Leto, your friends, and all those who care for you. We are your strength when you feel weak, your guidance when you are lost."

She reached out and lifted his chin, making him look at her. "You will face many challenges, Harry. Some will test your strength, others your heart. But each challenge will teach you something important about yourself and the world."

Harry felt comforted by her words, a sense of purpose stirring within him. "I want to be strong enough to protect the people I love," he said, determination lighting up his eyes. "I want to be strong enough to protect you Mum"

Artemis smiled warmly at Harry's declaration, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and tenderness. "And you will be," she assured him. "Every day, in every little thing you do, you're getting stronger. And remember, strength doesn't always come from physical prowess; often, it's the strength of your character that truly defines you."

Harry nodded, taking her words to heart. The comfort of Artemis's presence, combined with the tranquil surroundings, helped soothe his lingering anxieties about the future.

"As we move forward," Artemis continued, "I'll be here to guide you, to train you not just in the ways of combat, but in understanding the balance of nature and magic. You'll learn how to see not just with your eyes, but with your heart and mind."

The notion of learning such deep lessons from his mother filled Harry with anticipation. He looked at the book next to him, then back at Artemis. "Can we start tomorrow? I mean, with the book and everything?"

"Absolutely," Artemis replied, her face lighting up with enthusiasm. "We'll start with some basic creatures, and as you grow more confident, we'll delve into the more complex beings. It's a journey we'll take together."

Harry felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of exploring the contents of the book under Artemis's guidance. The challenges seemed less daunting with the promise of his mother's support and wisdom.

As the night deepened, the sky stretched above them, dotted with stars that twinkled like tiny, distant fires. The quiet of the camp and the soft murmur of the forest created a perfect backdrop for their conversation.

"Mum, do you ever get scared?" Harry asked suddenly, curious about the emotions of someone as powerful as Artemis.

Artemis looked at him thoughtfully before answering. "Yes, I do. Fear is a natural response to the unknown and the dangerous—it reminds us to be cautious, to be aware. But I've learned to use fear, not to let it control me. It sharpens my senses and focuses my mind."

Harry absorbed her words, finding comfort in the fact that even immortals felt fear. "I guess it's okay to be scared sometimes," he concluded.

"It is," Artemis confirmed. "It's what you do with that fear that matters. Let it teach you, make you wiser and stronger."

Their conversation drifted then, to lighter topics—stories of Artemis's adventures, the antics of the forest creatures, and plans for the upcoming days. Harry listened intently, laughing and asking questions, fully engaged in the world his mother was painting for him.

Finally, as the embers of the campfire began to die down, Artemis stood, stretching her limbs like a cat. "It's time to rest," she said, her voice soft but clear. "Tomorrow is a new day, full of new lessons and adventures."

Harry got up, feeling a profound sense of peace and anticipation. He hugged Artemis, feeling her strong arms wrap around him in a comforting embrace. "Thank you, Mum, for everything today."

"You're welcome, my moon," Artemis replied, kissing the top of his head. "Sleep well. Tomorrow, we start anew."

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AN: Sorry for the VERY late update, Writer's block is a bitch.

for the third arc, I am going to let you all decide what to do.

Option one: Just continue to the Chamber of Secrets;
Option two: Have a mini-arc where I have some character development between Hera and Harry.
Option three: Start the lightning thief.

AN 2: I need a name for Harry's female form. Do not pick Harriet or any name that starts with 'H'. Comment your suggestions and I will create a Poll with the best ones