The sun had just begun to rise on the morning of December 21st, casting a warm orange glow over the campsite in Wales. It had been several days since the intense battle with the forsaken, and Harry was finally able to take a moment to relax by the campfire. He sat hunched over his Potions textbook from Hogwarts, scribbling notes and muttering spells under his breath.
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped out of his concentration. Turning to see who it was, he saw Artemis, the goddess of the moon, standing behind him with a smile. "Hello, mum," Harry said with a grin.
"Harry, are you ready for today?" Artemis asked.
"What's happening today?" Harry replied.
"Today is two things," Artemis began. "Firstly, my Roman aspect will be introducing you to the Romans. Just remember that they're a bit more serious than the Greeks, and you cannot disclose information about Camp Jupiter to anyone at Camp Half-Blood and vice-versa."
"And the other thing?" Harry inquired.
"There will also be a Winter Solstice meeting on Olympus this evening," Artemis explained. "But don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to get ready before then."
"Okay, mum," Harry said as he closed his Potions textbook and made his way back to his tent, excitement building for what lay ahead.
He surveyed the inside of his tent, taking in the scattered belongings and wrinkled clothes. With a sigh, he knew he needed to make himself presentable for the upcoming event. Scanning through his limited wardrobe options, he decided to transform into his female form. Closing his eyes, he focused on morphing his body until it resembled that of a carbon copy of Artemis.
With smooth and practiced movements, Harry slipped into a shimmering silver dress. The garment was simple yet elegant, falling in a subtle A-line cut with a demure neckline. The fabric caught the light and glistened in a way that exuded both grace and sophistication. Completing the look with black ballet flats, she stepped out of the tent.
"Are you ready, Harry?" asked Diana.
"I am, Mother," replied Harry confidently.
Now this is not the first time Harry has seen Artemis's Roman form of Diana. But this is the first time she can spot the differences. While Artemis preferred to appear younger, Diana while still looking beautiful with the full grace and beauty of a goddess liked to appear older and more militaristic.
Diana grabbed Harry by her shoulder and in a flash of silver light they flashed away to the Wolf house.
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Arriving at the Wolf House, the place where Roman demigods were often introduced to the harsher aspects of their heritage, Harry, now fully transformed, felt a surge of nervous energy. The structure was grand and imposing, a stark contrast to the more whimsical and eclectic buildings of Camp Half-Blood. The Wolf House was steeped in history and discipline, its walls adorned with battle standards and ancient Roman inscriptions.
Diana led Harry through a series of corridors, each turn revealing more of the disciplined life that the Roman demigods led. Their footsteps echoed in the quiet halls, occasionally passing a legionnaire who nodded in respect to Diana but gave Harry curious glances.
Finally, they reached a large, ornate door carved with scenes of Roman conquests and mythology. Diana paused, turning to Harry with a solemn expression. "Harry, though this door is my friend, Lupa, let me do the talking. Remember to behave you are my Heir, I expect you to act like it."
Diana opened the door, and they stepped into a vast chamber illuminated by torchlight. The room was circular, with a high domed ceiling and rows of marble columns lining the perimeter. At the center, on a raised dais, sat Lupa, the wolf goddess and protector of Rome. Her eyes, bright and penetrating, immediately fixed on Harry.
"Lupa, this is Harry," Diana introduced, her voice carrying a tone of respect mixed with a touch of pride. "My daughter and the heir to my hunt."
Lupa's gaze softened slightly, and she nodded. "Welcome, Harry. I have heard much about your bravery and strength. It is an honour to finally meet you."
Harry felt the weight of Lupa's words and bowed slightly. "Thank you, Lady Lupa. It's an honour to be here."
Lupa then motioned for them to come closer. "Diana, what brings you to New Rome,"
"Saturnalia" replied Diana, "And to introduce my heir to the Romans, she is to be treated like they are talking to a goddess. Also, do I ever need a reason to visit my friend?"
Lupa chuckled at Diana's playful defiance—a sound that seemed to echo through the chambers of the Wolf House. Her laughter brought a more relaxed atmosphere to the room, a subtle shift that Harry noticed immediately. "Of course not," Lupa replied, her tone rich with fondness. "It is always a pleasure to see you, Diana, and to welcome your heir to our midst."
She turned her intense gaze back to Harry. "The Romans take great pride in their traditions and heritage," she explained, "and Saturnalia is a time of celebration, but also reflection and honour. You'll find that our customs may be rigorous, but they are rooted in the strength and resilience that define us."
Diana nodded, giving Harry a reassuring look. "Harry will learn much from this experience. I trust that your guidance will be as enlightening as ever, Lupa."
Lupa rose from her seat, her presence imposing yet graceful. "Come, let me show you the grounds," she said, leading them outside. The cold air hit them with a briskness that seemed to emphasize the solemnity of their surroundings.
As they walked, the grounds of the Wolf House unfolded before them. Harry laughed as a wolf cub ran towards her and began licking Harry's leg. "Stop that tickles."
"Odd, she normally does not like people" mumbled Lupa while looking at the wolf cub.
"How old is she? what kind of wolf is she?" asked Diana as Harry began to play with the wolf.
"She is an eight-week-old Dire Wolf" replied Lupa while looking at Harry play with the wolf. "Your daughter, how did she come to be?"
"The Olympian Council punished me for something I did, I was turned into a mortal baby with no memory of myself and placed in the womb of a mortal, I had to to live from life to death as a mortal, Harry was the result" replied Diana. "I have raised her since she was five."
"I think I may give Harry that pup," said Lupa.
Lupa's statement caught Diana by surprise. Diana's eyes widened slightly, but her expression softened into a smile. "That would be an extraordinary gift, Lupa. Thank you."
"She has taken a liking to your daughter, she does not even let me go near her," said Lupa looking at Harry who was now in the form of a wolf as he played with the wolf cub. "Yet with your daughter, it's like they have known each other for years. It's a bond that seems to transcend their brief acquaintance."
Harry, still transformed and now romping playfully with the cub, felt a deep connection to the young wolf. Their interaction was a mixture of playful tumbles and gentle nudging, a stark contrast to the disciplined and stern environment of the Wolf House.
As Diana and Lupa watched them, a sense of pride and nostalgia seemed to fill the air around them. "It's remarkable," Diana commented, her gaze not leaving Harry and the cub. "Harry has always had a special connection with creatures, but this is something else."
Lupa nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and admiration. "It is rare for our wolves to take to strangers so quickly, especially a dire wolf cub. They are usually reserved and wary. This is a sign of great potential in your daughter."
"I agree" replied Diana.
"Your daughter can keep her, as long as she promises to take proper care of her I see no reason to not let her keep her," said Lupa. "I will call a meeting with the two Praetors, you can introduce Harry then."
"Harry," said Diana, "follow us to Camp Jupiter and take the cub with you"
Diana's voice carried both excitement and command as she beckoned Harry and the cub. Harry, still in her wolf form, paused to look at Lupa with gratitude in his eyes before morphing back into his human form. She smiled at the cub, who seemed to recognize him immediately and trotted happily alongside him.
"Thank you, Lady Lupa," Harry said sincerely, her voice filled with appreciation. "I promise to take good care of her."
Lupa nodded, her expression stern yet softening around the edges. "I know you will. I see great strength and kindness in you, Harry. Be sure to honour those traits."
With a final glance at Diana and Lupa, Harry followed Diana out of the Wolf House. The cub, now playfully nipping at Harry's heels, seemed completely at ease in his presence. As they walked toward Camp Jupiter, the chill of the air contrasted with the warmth of the newfound companionship between the boy who once knew nothing of his magical heritage and the ancient creature trotting by his side.
As they approached the gates of Camp Jupiter, the imposing structures and disciplined atmosphere of the camp were palpable. The legionnaires stood at attention, their eyes wide with curiosity and respect as they watched Diana and Harry enter.
"Here we are," Diana said, gesturing to the expansive grounds filled with Roman demigods training, studying, and going about their daily routines. "Camp Jupiter is very different from what you're used to at Hogwarts or Camp Half-Blood. Here, everything is structured and disciplined. Respect and duty are the pillars of this place."
Harry nodded, taking in the sight of the neatly arranged buildings and the disciplined demigods. The cub, sensing the seriousness of the place, stayed close to Harry's side, her small body pressing against his leg.
As they made their way to the main forum, Diana explained the traditions of Saturnalia that they would be observing. "Saturnalia is a time of celebration and reversal of roles. Slaves are served by their masters, and all discipline is relaxed. It's a festival of light, leading us out of the darkness of winter."
At the forum, two young praetors stand waiting for Harry with an air of responsibility that betrays their youthful appearance. They approach Diana with deep reverence, their eyes lingering curiously on Harry as he joins them.
"This is my heir and daughter, Harry," Diana declares proudly, her tone carrying a warning as she introduces him. "She is here to celebrate Saturnalia and is to be treated with the same respect as myself. Any disrespect or blatant flirting will result in swift punishment - I am not above turning someone into an animal of my choosing."
"Mother" Harry shifts uncomfortably, feeling embarrassed by her mother's strict warning.
But Diana pays her no mind, her gaze narrowing as she addresses the praetors directly. "You are responsible for ensuring the safety and well-being of my daughter while she is at Camp Jupiter. Do not disappoint me, for I have placed my trust in both of you." Her words carry a weight that leaves no room for failure. "I have to go back to my Hunters, I will leave her to the both of you"
Diana's departure left a palpable tension in the air, but the praetors, young yet seasoned in the ways of leadership, nodded in solemn understanding. They turned their attention to Harry, offering smiles that sought to bridge the gap between divine command and earthly camaraderie.
"I'm Lily, and this is Eric," said the girl, extending her hand in greeting. Her voice carried the authority of her position, yet there was a warmth to it that seemed to welcome Harry into the fold.
Eric, tall and sturdy with an easygoing demeanour, offered a friendly nod. "Welcome to Camp Jupiter, Harry. It's not every day we get a visitor, much less the heir of Diana."
Harry, still feeling the weight of his mother's expectations, managed a smile. "Thank you, I'm looking forward to learning more about Camp Jupiter and its traditions. Especially Saturnalia."
Lily's expression brightened at the mention of the festival. "Saturnalia is the perfect time for you to visit. It's a time of joy and a break from our usual discipline. You'll see a side of Camp Jupiter that's not often visible."
The wolf cub, sensing the easing tension, darted around their feet, eliciting a chuckle from Eric. "Looks like you've already made a friend here," he said, gesturing to the cub.
Harry looked down at the cub, which had now settled by his side, and smiled. "Yes, she's a gift from Lupa. I've promised to take good care of her."
"An impressive gift," Lily noted, her gaze shifting to the cub with respect. "Dire wolves are highly regarded here. It's a sign of Lupa's trust in you."
As they began to walk through the camp, Lily and Eric pointed out various landmarks and facilities, explaining their purposes and the traditions associated with them. The camp was abuzz with activity, as demigods prepared for the festivities of Saturnalia. Decorations were being put up, and there was a palpable excitement in the air.
"During Saturnalia, everything is flipped on its head," Eric explained as they passed a group of legionnaires setting up a stage. "Commands are given in jest, and even the praetors can be commanded by the lowest rank. It's all in good fun, though. Respect is still paramount."
Lily nodded in agreement. "And tonight, there will be a feast. Everyone, from the highest-ranking officers to the newest recruits, will sit together. It symbolizes unity and equality."
Harry, absorbing the details, felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "It sounds amazing. I'm used to Hogwarts' feasts, but this... this feels different, more meaningful somehow."
"It is," Lily confirmed, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Saturnalia reminds us of our roots, our commitment to each other, and the strength we draw from unity."
"You said you attend Hogwarts?" asked Eric.
"Yes, I am in my first year" replied Harry.
"We have a few people who are here who go there," replied Lily, "Most are children of Trivia, but we have a few others. Battlemages are very valuable here."
"Interesting," replied Harry.
"Follow us and we will give you a tour of Camp Jupiter," said Lily.
As Harry followed Lily and Eric through the sprawling grounds of Camp Jupiter, the architectural marvels and the disciplined atmosphere of the camp began to sink in. The contrast between Hogwarts' ancient magic and the whimsical chaos of Camp Half-Blood was stark. Here, everything was meticulously organized, each building and statue telling a story of Rome's might and the legacy of its demigods.
They passed the Field of Mars, where groups of legionnaires trained with a precision that spoke of years of rigorous discipline. Harry watched in awe as demigods maneuvered through complex drills, their movements synchronized and fluid. The sight was a powerful reminder of the martial prowess that defined Rome and its descendants.
"The legion trains hard," Eric commented, noticing Harry's interest. "Discipline and teamwork are the core of our strength. You'll find that even during Saturnalia when the rules are relaxed, that discipline never truly fades."
Their next stop was the Senate House, a grand building serving as Camp Jupiter's administrative heart. Here, the praetors and other leaders discussed and made decisions for the welfare of the camp. The building's architecture was a testament to Roman ingenuity, its columns and facades imbued with symbols of Rome's glory.
"As much as we value our martial abilities, governance and leadership are just as important," Lily explained. "The Senate House is where we hone those skills, ensuring that Camp Jupiter remains a strong and just community."
As they continued their tour, Harry's thoughts drifted back to the wolf cub trotting alongside him. The creature's presence was a constant reminder of the gift from Lupa, and the responsibility that came with it. The cub seemed to sense Harry's mood, nuzzling against his leg in a show of affection and solidarity.
Their next destination was the Temple of Jupiter Optimus Maximus, a magnificent structure that stood at the heart of the camp. As they approached, Harry felt a sense of awe at the temple's grandeur, its presence exuding a profound sense of power and reverence.
"Here is where we pay our respects to Jupiter and the other Roman gods," Eric said. "It's a reminder of our heritage and the divine protection that guides us."
Harry looked around, "May I ask who are your divine Parents?"
As they stood before the towering Temple of Jupiter, the grandeur of the structure casting a serene ambiance around them, Eric and Lily shared a moment of silent understanding before turning to face Harry. Their expressions were open and honest, a testament to the trust and respect already beginning to form between them.
"My mother is Bellona, the Roman goddess of war," Eric revealed with a hint of pride in his voice. His stance, firm and confident, seemed to embody the martial prowess and strategic acumen of his divine lineage. "It's from her that I've inherited my combat skills and my passion for strategy. Serving as a praetor here allows me to honour her legacy and uphold the virtues of Rome."
Lily's gaze softened as she turned to Harry, her voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the cool air of the evening. "And my father is Mercury, the messenger of the gods," she shared, a playful twinkle in her eye reflecting her heritage's cunning and agility. "From him, I've inherited my speed, my love for communication, and, well, a bit of mischief. But as a praetor, I strive to use those gifts to foster unity and ensure the smooth running of Camp Jupiter."
"Who is this pretty little lady here" said a masculine voice behind them.
"Lucian" began Lily, turning around "Please don't, I don't want an enraged goddess, because you decided to flirt with the wrong person"
Harry's cheeks tinged with a light blush at the sudden attention, but he maintained a composed smile. "This is the wolf cub I've been given by Lupa," he explained, diverting the attention toward the young creature at his side rather than himself. The cub, sensing the shift in focus, wagged her tail and nudged Harry's hand affectionately.
Lucian, a tall and charismatic figure with an easy grin, raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I see," he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "Well, that's quite the honour. Dire wolf cubs are not gifted lightly. My apologies for my forwardness, I'm Lucian, son of Mars." He extended his hand in a friendly gesture, his presence as striking as his confident demeanour suggested.
Harry, accepting the handshake, felt the firm grip that spoke of strength and the certainty of a seasoned warrior. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucian. I'm Harry, daughter and heir of Diana for the duration of my visit," she clarified, his tone polite yet firm, ensuring there was no misunderstanding about his temporary divine lineage.
Lily, watching the exchange, interjected smoothly. "Lucian, Harry is here to observe Saturnalia with us and learn about our ways. We must show her respect due to Diana's heir."
Lucian nodded, his expression turning serious. "Of course, my apologies for any impropriety. Saturnalia or not, respect is paramount here." He glanced at Harry with newfound respect, his earlier flirtatious demeanour replaced by one of camaraderie. "I hope you'll find your time here enlightening. Saturnalia is a time of joy and freedom, but it's also a reflection of our values and our strength as a community."
Harry smiled, reassured by Lucian's respectful acknowledgment. "Thank you, I'm looking forward to experiencing it all."
As they continued their tour, Eric took the lead, pointing out various training grounds and explaining more about the daily routines and the special modifications for Saturnalia. The atmosphere around Camp Jupiter was lively as preparations for the festival were in full swing. Decorations were being hung, and there was a general air of anticipation and excitement.
"The reversal of roles during Saturnalia is fascinating," Harry commented, watching as a senior officer playfully took orders from a younger recruit. "It's very different from any tradition at Hogwarts."
"It's one of our most cherished festivals," Eric explained. "It shows that no matter our rank, we are all part of the same community. It reinforces our bonds and reminds us of our beginnings."
As the tour neared its end, they approached the central forum, where a large feast was being prepared. Long tables were set up, and legionnaires of all ranks were mingling, some already embracing the festival's spirit of role reversal.
Lily gestured towards the setup. "Tonight, everyone eats together. Rank distinctions are blurred, and it's a time for everyone to simply enjoy being together. It's a great way for you to see how we live our values."
Harry nodded, his eyes scanning the preparations. The cub, now more relaxed, trotted alongside him, occasionally venturing a little closer to the bustling activity before returning to his side.
"I think I'm going to enjoy Saturnalia," Harry said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Thank you for showing me around and making me feel welcome."
"It's our pleasure," Lily replied warmly. "Have you eaten lunch yet?"
"No, not yet" replied Harry.
"Good because, the midday feast is about to start," said Eric with a smile.
As Harry, Lily, and Eric made their way towards the area where the midday feast was being set up, the sounds and smells of preparation filled the air, a tantalizing preview of what was to come. Camp Jupiter's grounds were alive with energy, the excitement palpable as demigods from all ranks mingled freely, a departure from their usual disciplined interactions.
Tables were laden with an array of foods that mirrored the traditional Roman feasts but with some adaptations to accommodate the tastes of modern demigods. Platters of roasted meats, bowls of seasoned vegetables, and freshly baked bread were spread out, alongside more contemporary dishes like pasta salads and pizza, a nod to the blend of ancient and current cultures thriving within the camp.
Harry was fascinated by the sight. The camp's atmosphere was distinctly different from the solemnity of Hogwarts' dining hall; here, there was a vibrant sense of community and shared joy. The cub, now seeming to understand the festivity, stayed close to Harry's side, occasionally sniffing the air with evident curiosity.
As they approached the tables, Eric pointed out various dishes, explaining their significance. "This is moretum, a kind of herb cheese spread that ancient Romans loved. And those are lucanicae, spiced sausages. Try them with some libum, a sweet cheesecake; it's a bit of a historical favourite."
Harry sampled the food, impressed by the flavours and the way they seemed to bridge centuries of culinary tradition. The spiciness of the sausage contrasted perfectly with the sweetness of the cheesecake, a combination he wouldn't have thought to try but found delightful.
Lily, watching Harry's reactions with amusement, shared her favourites. "I always look forward to the puls, a sort of porridge. It's simple but satisfying. It's amazing how some of these recipes have survived through the ages."
As they ate, legionnaires came up to Harry, introducing themselves and offering tidbits about their life at Camp Jupiter. Many were curious about Hogwarts and asked Harry about wizarding traditions, comparing them to their practices. Harry found himself explaining Quidditch and the Sorting Hat, which seemed to fascinate the Roman demigods, especially the concept of magical competition.
Lucian rejoined the group, bringing with him a lighter, more jovial atmosphere. "I hear you've been learning about our culinary history," he joked, handing Harry a drink. "Try this—it's a kind of grape juice mixed with spices, non-alcoholic, but it's traditional for Saturnalia."
Harry tasted it and enjoyed the complex flavours. "It's really good," he admitted, surprised at how the spices changed the nature of the juice into something entirely new.
The conversation turned to the evening's festivities, and Eric explained the concept of role reversal in more detail. "During Saturnalia, even the praetors can end up doing the dishes or serving food. It's all about understanding and appreciating each other's roles within our community. It reminds us that no role is insignificant."
"That sounds like a valuable lesson," Harry noted, impressed by the humility and mutual respect fostered by such traditions. "My mentor once told me, that to be a good leader, you have to learn how to follow others. At first, I never understood what she meant until Mother told me the next day."
As Harry shared his reflections, Lily nodded thoughtfully. "That's very much in line with the spirit of Saturnalia and, frankly, a principle that guides us here at Camp Jupiter. We believe in leadership through service, and Saturnalia reinforces that by disrupting the usual hierarchy. It's a lesson in humility and respect for all."
The group continued to enjoy the feast, the conversation ebbing and flowing with stories of their respective cultures. Harry was particularly taken with the stories of past Saturnalia celebrations, where unexpected acts of service and kindness had led to lifelong friendships and even alliances between rival cohorts.
As the afternoon light began to wane, preparations for the evening festivities ramped up. Legionnaires started decorating the forum with lights and garlands, transforming the military camp into a festive venue. The role reversals began in earnest, with high-ranking officers serving food to the newest recruits, and everyone participating in games and contests that were as much about fun as they were about teaching the values of camaraderie and community.
Harry felt a deep sense of belonging, despite the differences between his world and that of Camp Jupiter. The cub, which he decided to name "Aurora," after the Roman goddess of dawn, seemed perfectly at ease in the bustling environment, occasionally venturing out to explore but always returning to Harry's side.
As night fell and the main feast began, Harry, Aurora, Lily, and Eric joined the rest of the camp at the long tables laden with even more extravagant dishes than the midday meal. The atmosphere was lively, with songs, stories, and laughter echoing through the forum.
As the evening wound down, the sense of unity and joy was palpable. Harry felt a warmth in his chest, a blend of the festive spirit and the acceptance he'd found among the Roman demigods. He looked down at Aurora, who was now sleeping contentedly at his feet and felt a profound sense of gratitude for the unexpected journey that had led him here.
Reflecting on the day's events, Harry realized that Saturnalia, with its emphasis on reversal of roles and communal celebration, had given him a new perspective on leadership and community. It was a lesson he would take back to Hogwarts and beyond, a reminder of the strength that comes from understanding and respecting all members of a community, regardless of their rank or role.
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AN: Sorry for the late update, but please note, once I finish act 2 of this fic I will be taking a temporary Hiatus to edit this fic and eliminate errors.
I will also be using that time to outline and start writing the third act which will not be as long as this one as it will be summer but the events of the lightning thief will not happen the first summer but the end of the second year.