-Harry's Point-Of-View-
-Date: September 8, 2023 (One year has passed scents the passing of Queen Elizabeth II/ it is a supermoon)
-Location: Setting up on a bed in St. Mungo's Hospital-
I could not help to watch as the girls who came to see me in the hospital on the floor, passed away from blood loss due to wounds made by a man thought of as my mentor and as a 2nd father, that man is Albus Dumbledore who is somehow alive after his 'death', as he stands he tells me how he survived the fall and what has been doing form that point till now "...Now Harry with the girls dead all I have do is end you (with him putting a Longsword though Harry's Stomach and into the bed) become the Hero…" as he pl--- he walks into the hallway to look out one of the windows "you see harry all I have to do is say that form your 2nd year up until my fake death I saw you become a dark l…"
That is all he says before three loud howls which were followed by the same volume of growling were heard in the same hallway, I watch as Ablus turns to face the sound only to have two… from what I see silver arrows go into him followed by three large wolves taking him to the ground.
Before I could figure out what was going on I had to close my eyes as the pain ripped through me from the sword that was in my stomach and into the bed, not able to see what was happening at the moment due to the amount of pain that I am in, however, I could still hear what is going on in the room, "my lady let us deal with him, while you attend to…Harry".
I could only wonder how they knew my name as I heard a mature female voice say thanks to the 15-year-old female voice then the sounds of feet walking over to my bed, the sounds of the feet getting closer to the bed a wave of pain shots through me as I try to move to an upright position so that way I could face the person.
I stop moving when I feel a female hand on my left arm and a voice say "You need to be still with a Longsword through your Stomach and into the bed it chases more damage which…", I nod my head knowing that means it will make my death come faster than it should if I move any more.
With a groan, I opened my eyes only to see "Artemis", surprised by her presence. Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, stands before me. Her silver bow is slung across her back, and her silver eyes are filled with a mixture of concern and determination. Next to her, two majestic wolves, Fenrir and Hati, stand guard, their eyes fixed on the fallen Albus Dumbledore.
"Artemis... am I dead?" I managed to ask, my voice strained.
She shakes her head, "No, Harry. You are not dead yet, but your time is running out."
I glance down at the sword through my stomach, realizing the severity of my situation. "What can we do?" I inquired, my mind racing.
Artemis looks at me with a solemn expression, "There is a way, Harry. A way to change your fate. However, it comes with a price."
"What is the price?" I inquire, willing to do anything to survive.
"You will have to go back in time to a moment in your past," Artemis replies. "A moment when you were seven years old in 1978, there, you will have the chance to rewrite your destiny, but you must tread carefully."
Zoe Nightshade, a spirit in the room, nods in agreement. "You won't be alone, Harry. We'll be with you every step of the way."
Artemis points to the mark on her left hand, and I notice a similar mark on Zoe's hand as well. "This mark signifies our bond. We are connected to you, and we will guide and protect you during your journey through time."
I take a deep breath, absorbing the gravity of the situation "I'll do it. I'll go back and change my fate," Artemis nods approvingly, "Good. We must act quickly, and there is one more thing you should know, "after she finishes speaking she points to Fleur, who survived but is in a similar dire condition. "Fleur wishes to join you in this endeavor. She has the same mark, indicating her bond to you. She, too, has only 45 minutes left."
Fleur, with a weak but determined, speaks right to me, "I want to go back with you Harry. I want to change our destinies together things should have not happened like they did."
Artemis agrees, "You will both go back and together, you may be able to alter the course of events. But there's one more twist. Harry, you are connected to the royal family. Queen Elizabeth is your biological grandmother."
I'm taken aback by this revelation, my mind struggling to comprehend the implications. As we plan our journey back in time, I can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and uncertainty about the challenges that lie ahead.
-October 31, 1987-
I felt a sudden shift, a disorienting sensation that made my stomach churn. The familiar surroundings of St. Mungo's vanished, replaced by the dim, cramped space under the stairs at 4 Privet Drive. The air was thick with dust, and the only source of light came from the narrow gap under the door. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed the mate mark on my left hand glowing softly.
"Artemis," I whispered, the knowledge that she was watching over me providing an odd sense of comfort. I shifted my gaze to the moon, even at its lowest points, my heart would no longer hurt, knowing that one of my mates was keeping a watchful eye on me across time.
However, as I attempted to move, a searing pain shot through my left leg, and I winced. Looking down, I realized that my right leg was broken. Memories flooded back as I recalled the nights when Petunia, my aunt, had done her best to mend my injuries secretly. It was a stark contrast to the abuse I suffered during the day.
I tried to steady myself, leaning against the cold wall, when suddenly, the quiet of the Dursley residence was shattered by the sound of a commotion upstairs. Confused, I strained to listen to what was happening around me and then it hit me, the unmistakable sound of authority, shouts, and the clatter of boots…a lot of them as if the house was about to be raided by the whole police force.
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
I had watched the events unfold from the shadows, the Queen's orders echoing in my mind. Before the group entered the Dursleys' home, I had a vivid flashback to the moment when I made the urgent call from a phone box near the royal palace. My mate Mark glowed in the moonlight as I spoke to Queen Elizabeth II, detailing the dire situation of her grandson.
Her response was swift, and her determination evident. She ordered the three groups police, military police, and the royal guard, to converge on the Dursleys' residence immediately and save Harry.
Back in the present, I stood by the Queen's side, watching as the group of nine entered the house, a mix of police, military police, and members of the royal guard. Their military gear displayed the symbol of the Queen's guard as they moved with precision, a force united under the Queen's command.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
From across the street, I observed the operation unfold, the anticipation and worry etched on my face. My grandson's life hung in the balance, and I felt a mixture of anguish and determination. Fleur, a faithful guardian, stood beside me.
As the team entered the house, I couldn't help but recall the moment Fleur had delivered the urgent news. My heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude for her loyalty and concern for Harry's well-being.
-Petunia's Point-Of-View-
The door burst open, and a group of authoritative figures stormed into the house. Panic gripped me, but it subsided when I saw the symbol of the royal guard on their uniforms. As they moved towards me, I uttered, "I did my best to help my adopted little sister's son in secret. He's under the stairway."
As the room fell silent for a moment as the gravity of my words settled into the royal guard members then changed course, heading towards the stairway to get Harry.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
From my vantage point under the stairway, I observed the events unfold. The officers apprehended Vernon, and then their attention turned to me. I emerged from my hiding place, explaining how Petunia had helped me in her way, shielded by the safety of the blanket she now clutched around her.
The chaotic scene in the Dursley household unfolded rapidly. As the officers apprehended Vernon, I was loaded right into an ambulance stretcher, my broken left leg throbbing with pain from being loaded on the stretcher. Fluer joined me, holding my left hand. The mate mark on our hands flashed, a tangible connection between us.
As I wheeled out of the house I saw Petunia, standing in the kitchen with a blanket draped over her, offering a bittersweet farewell. "Good luck with your life, you deserve it," she said, her words carrying the weight of six and a half years of hidden care.
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
In the ambulance, as the paramedics worked on securing Harry, I held onto his hand, the mate mark glowing brighter with our proximity. The chaotic rescue had brought us back together, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to protect him, no matter the challenges ahead.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
I stood on the side, watching the events unfold. The realization that my grandson had suffered at the hands of the Dursleys for the last few years fueled my anger. As Vernon was put into the back of a wagon, I left, intending to meet Harry at Buckingham Palace.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
The ambulance journey seemed like an eternity, but eventually, we arrived at Buckingham Palace. Fluer remained by my side, holding my hand as we were escorted under the vigilant eyes of the royal guard. The mate mark on my hand pulsed with energy, a testament to the bond forming between us.
Inside the palace, paramedics carefully moved me from the stretcher to a comfortable bed in a room under armed guard. The staff worked diligently to make me comfortable, their professionalism evident as they adjusted pillows and blankets.
-3rd Person Point-Of-View-
Queen Elizabeth II watched over the proceedings from arriving at the palace to being placed into the bed, her stern expression softening as she witnessed her grandson's safe arrival.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
As the paramedics tended to Harry, I observed the careful transfer from stretcher to bed. The Buckingham Palace staff worked diligently to ensure Harry's comfort. The room was now under armed guard, a precautionary measure to protect my grandson. I couldn't shake the anger at the years of suffering he endured under the Dursleys' care.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
Finally, alone in the room with Fluer, I felt a mix of emotions. Relief, gratitude and a sense of security knowing that I was no longer at the mercy of the Dursleys. Fluer and I exchanged a glance, our connection palpable.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
I entered the room, my stern expression softening as I saw Harry lying on the bed, safe and under the care of the palace staff. Fluer stood by his side, a reassuring presence.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
"Grandmother," I uttered, the word holding a weight of emotions I struggled to articulate.
She approached, her eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and determination. "Harry, my dear grandson," she said, reaching out to touch my cheek gently.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at my grandson. The years of separation and the knowledge of his suffering weighed heavily on my heart. "I'm here now, Harry," I whispered, vowing to do everything in my power to ensure he had the life he deserved.
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
As Queen Elizabeth II and Harry shared a moment, I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. The reunion marked the beginning of a new chapter, and I stood by, ready to support Harry in the journey that lay ahead.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
As Queen Elizabeth II stepped back from our tender moment, I couldn't help but appreciate the newfound warmth in her gaze. The room felt different now, the weight of the past beginning to lift. Fluer joined me in the bed, lying on my right side to avoid my broken left leg.
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
I settled on the bed next to Harry, our hands still entwined. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, her eyes lingering on us. It didn't take her long to notice the mate mark on our left hands, and the realization dawned in her eyes.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
The mate mark on their left hands caught my attention, a symbol I recognized from the tales of Greek gods and goddesses. The knowledge of the wizarding world and its intricacies flooded my mind. I had many questions, and this night, with the moon at its fullest, seemed to hold more secrets than I anticipated.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
"Grandmother," I began, hesitating for a moment before finding my voice. "There's so much to explain."
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
I nodded, indicating that I was ready to hear their story. The room became a space for revelations, and I was determined to understand the unique circumstances surrounding my grandson.
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
Taking a deep breath, I began to recount the events that led us to this moment. "We traveled back in time," I explained, meeting Elizabeth's inquisitive gaze.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
"Back in time?" Elizabeth questioned, her curiosity evident. "What do you mean?"
As Harry and I exchanged glances, we proceeded to narrate our journey. From the night of the rescue to the events that unfolded leading us to this room in Buckingham Palace.
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
"When we arrived at the night of the rescue," I continued, "Harry was at the peak of his suffering. It was the night when he experienced magical outbursts from his core, resulting in his other leg and both arms being broken, as well as his left leg."
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
The weight of the revelation settled in, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pain for my grandson. The knowledge that he had endured such torment during his time with the Dursleys fueled my determination to make amends.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
Elizabeth's expression shifted, a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I had no idea," she uttered, her voice filled with regret.
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
"We are here now, to ensure that Harry has the life he deserves," I stated, squeezing Harry's hand. "The past cannot be changed, but we can shape the future together."
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
As Fluer spoke of the night of the rescue, a sense of determination filled the room. But before I could process her words fully, a sudden disturbance shattered the silence. Artemis and Zoe, alive and not dead as I had previously believed, appeared in the room.
I watched in shock as they walked over to Fluer and Harry, embracing them in a reunion that spanned centuries. The sight of a goddess and her huntress embracing my grandson and his mate left me speechless.
-Artemis's Point-Of-View-
The reunion with Harry and Fluer brought a flood of emotions. It had been centuries since we last saw them, and the journey across time had been fraught with challenges. But now, seeing them safe and together, filled my heart with relief.
-Zoe's Point-Of-View-
As I embraced Harry and Fluer, the memories of our past adventures came rushing back. It felt surreal to be reunited with them after so long, but the bond that connected us remained as strong as ever.
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
The presence of Artemis and Zoe, alive and well, was a testament to the power of our bond. The mate mark on their hands glowed with divine energy, marking them as more than mere mortals.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
I watched in awe as Artemis and Zoe embraced Harry and Fluer, their reunion spanning centuries. The sight of a goddess and her huntress standing before me was surreal, but the mate marks on their hands confirmed their connection to my grandson and his mate.
-Artemis's Point-Of-View-
Turning to face Queen Elizabeth II, I offered a respectful nod. "Your Majesty," I greeted, acknowledging her presence in the room.
-Zoe's Point-Of-View-
"It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," I added, offering a polite smile.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
I found myself at a loss for words, the presence of two mythical beings in the room leaving me stunned. "Artemis, Zoe," I uttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why have you come?"
-Artemis's Point-Of-View-
"We came because Harry and Fluer called us," I explained, my gaze turning to the couple beside me. "On this night, when the moon is at its fullest, our presence was needed."
-Zoe's Point-Of-View-
"Harry and Fluer are special," I added, a sense of reverence in my voice. "And their journey across time has brought them to this moment, where they need our guidance and protection."
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
I looked at Artemis and Zoe, gratitude filling my heart. "Thank you for being here," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "We couldn't have done it without you."
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
As Artemis and Zoe embraced Fluer and me, a sense of relief washed over me. Their presence, though unexpected, brought a comforting familiarity to the room. But as the reunion unfolded, Artemis turned to Fluer, offering reassurance.
"It's okay, Fluer," Artemis said softly, her voice carrying a sense of calm. "What's done is done."
Zoe nodded in agreement, her expression serious yet compassionate. "There was a slight development," she added, her tone thoughtful. "The other huntresses came back on this day as well."
-Fleur's Point-Of-View-
I blinked in surprise at Zoe's words, my mind struggling to comprehend the implications. The other huntresses, who had journeyed with Artemis and Zoe, were also here in the past. It was a twist none of us had anticipated.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
As Zoe continued, a memory surfaced in my mind, a distant echo of voices from the past. "Is father Harry okay, please tell me he is," they had asked, their concern palpable. I remembered their words, spoken with a sincerity that touched my heart.
Tears welled in my eyes as I recalled their unwavering loyalty and their desire to see me safe and happy. They had watched over me from afar, offering silent support as I navigated the challenges of my past. And now, here they were, reaching out across time to ensure my well-being.
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
I watched as Harry's emotions played across his face, a mixture of sadness and gratitude. The bond between him and the other huntresses was evident, their connection spanning both time and space.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
Turning to my grandmother, I hesitated before speaking. "Grandmother," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "Can they come to see me?"
-Queen Elizabeth II's Point-Of-View-
Elizabeth's expression softened, her gaze filled with understanding. "Of course, they can, Harry," she said gently. "I will let the royal guard know of their arrival."
-Atemis's Point-Of-View-
With a nod of gratitude to Elizabeth, I turned to leave the room. The other huntresses awaited their presence a beacon of hope in this uncertain time.
-Zoe's Point-Of-View-
I stayed by Harry's side, offering a reassuring squeeze of his hand. As Artemis went to fetch the other huntresses, I remained vigilant, ready to protect Harry and Fluer at all costs.
-Harry's Point-Of-View-
As Artemis departed, I felt a sense of anticipation building within me. The reunion with the other huntresses would be a momentous occasion, a chance to reconnect with those who had watched over me with unwavering devotion.
-Artemis's Point-Of-View-
As I made my way through the dense woods of the United States, my mind raced with anticipation. My daughters, the huntresses, awaited my arrival in a secluded hunting spot, their eagerness to see their "father Harry" palpable.
I emerged from the shadows to find a group of ten huntresses gathered around a campfire, their faces alight with excitement. Their presence filled me with a sense of pride and responsibility.
"Daughters," I greeted them, my voice carrying a mixture of warmth and authority. "It is time."
-Huntress's Point-Of-View-
We looked up at Artemis, our hearts pounding with anticipation. The prospect of seeing our "father Harry" filled us with excitement and joy.
-Artemis's Point-Of-View-
"Gather the rest of the huntresses," I instructed them. "We have much to discuss."
With eager nods, the ten huntresses sprang into action, disappearing into the woods to gather the others. Soon, a total of twenty huntresses stood before me, their eyes shining with anticipation.
-Huntress's Point-Of-View-
As we gathered around Artemis, we could sense the gravity of the moment. Something important was about to happen, and we waited with bated breath for Artemis's next words.
-Artemis's Point-Of-View-
"I have news," I announced, my voice echoing through the forest. "Pack up camp. We are going to see your father."
The words hung in the air, met with cheers and excitement from the huntresses. Without hesitation, they sprang into action, dismantling the campsite with practiced efficiency.
-Huntress's Point-Of-View-
As we worked together to break down the camp, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The prospect of seeing our "father Harry" again filled us with excitement and longing.
-Artemis's Point-Of-View-
Watching my daughters with pride, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The bond between them and Harry was strong, forged through years of shared experiences and unwavering loyalty.
As we set out on our journey to reunite with Harry, I knew that the coming moments would be filled with joy and emotion and as the huntresses eagerly packed up camp, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future, knowing that our family would be reunited once again.
Harry's Point-Of-View-
As we waited in the clearing, anticipation hung heavy in the air. Fleur and Zoe stood by my side, their presence a comforting reassurance. Suddenly, Artemis emerged from the shadows, accompanied by a group of twenty huntresses.
My heart skipped a beat as I lay eyes on them, "my daughters…" who had chosen me as their father. Despite being in a wheelchair due to my broken leg, I felt a surge of emotion at the sight of them and say to them in a voice full of love"My daughters it is good to see you again"
One of the huntresses approached me, her eyes filled with tears as she noticed my broken leg hidden under a blanket. Memories flooded back as she spoke, her voice trembling with emotion, "Father," she whispered, her words choked with tears. "It's good to see you again. At least you only have a broken leg this time around. I'm glad you're safe."
Her words hit me like a wave, the weight of our shared history washing over me. Despite the passage of time, the bond between us remained strong. I reached out, pulling her into a gentle embrace, grateful for her presence and the love she showed me.
As I looked around at the other huntresses, I felt a swell of gratitude for their unwavering support. They had chosen me as their father, their loyalty a testament to the strength of our bond.
It has been an hour since I met my daughters, Artemis's huntresses. The reunion filled me with a sense of warmth and gratitude, despite the discomfort of my broken leg. But as we shared stories and laughter, our moment of peace was interrupted by the arrival of unexpected guests.
Led in by members of the royal guard were Vernon, Dudley, and Marge, along with Hermione and her father, Markus Granger, the latter dressed in a striking SAS uniform, armed with a Remington Model 870 Pump-action Shotgun.
Hermione's eyes lit up as she caught sight of me, Artemis, Zoe, and Fleur. With a smile, she approached us, revealing her mate mark on her left hand. Dropping to her knees next to me, she pulled me into a tight hug, relief evident in her voice as she spoke.
"It's good to see you, Harry," she said, her words filled with genuine emotion. "And I'm glad it's just your leg this time around."
After a few minutes of heartfelt greetings and embraces, a royal guard approached us, informing us that we were needed by my grandmother. Hermione wasted no time in pushing me in my wheelchair towards the throne room, where my grandmother, Vernon, Dudley, Marge, Markus Granger, and several members of the royal family awaited our arrival.
As we entered the throne room, the atmosphere was tense, charged with anticipation. My grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, sat upon her throne, her expression stern yet composed. Markus Granger stood nearby, his presence commanding respect.
Before them knelt Vernon, Dudley, and Marge, their heads bowed in submission, flanked by two members of the royal guard. It was a stark contrast to the warmth and camaraderie we had shared moments earlier.
My grandmother's gaze fell upon us as we approached, her eyes holding a mixture of concern and authority. She beckoned us forward, indicating that she wished to speak with us.
Hermione guided my wheelchair closer to the throne, her hand resting reassuringly on my shoulder. Artemis, Zoe, Fleur, and the twenty huntresses followed closely behind, their presence a silent show of solidarity.
As we stood before my grandmother and the assembled members of the royal family, I felt a sense of responsibility weigh heavily upon me. Whatever awaited us, I knew that we would face it together, as a united front.
My grandmother spoke, her voice commanding attention. "Harry, Hermione, Artemis, Zoe, Fleur, and esteemed huntresses," she began, her tone firm yet measured. "I have called you here today to meet with the other members of the royal family and to address the matter of Vernon, Dudley, and Marge."
I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. It was time to confront the past and ensure that justice was served, not just for myself, but for all those who had suffered at the hands of my tormentors.
As we positioned ourselves beside my grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, the room fell silent, the gravity of the situation settling over us like a heavy cloak. Hermione stood to my left, along with ten of the huntresses, while Artemis, Zoe, Fleur, and the remaining huntresses took their places to my grandmother's right. Together, we formed a united front, ready to confront the ones who had caused so much pain.
My grandmother's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on Vernon, Dudley, and Marge, who knelt before her, flanked by the royal guards. Her expression was one of stern authority, a queen prepared to dispense justice.
"Vernon Dursley, Dudley Dursley, and Marge Dursley," she began, her voice clear and unwavering, "you stand accused of grievous mistreatment of my grandson, Harry Potter. Your actions have not only harmed a member of this family but have also disgraced the values we hold dear."
Her words hung in the air, each one a nail in the coffin of their defense. The weight of her authority was palpable, and I could see the fear in their eyes.
"I have reviewed the evidence and heard the testimonies," she continued. "Your actions are inexcusable and will not go unpunished."
Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself before speaking. "For the last six and a half years, you have abused me, treated me as less than human," I said, my voice steady despite the emotions bubbling beneath the surface. "But no more. You have earned every consequence that is about to befall you."
As I finished, the room was silent for a moment before a familiar voice broke the tension. "I agree with everything Harry has said."
Everyone turned to see Petunia Dursley entering the room, dressed in her best formal clothing. She walked with a determined stride, accompanied by two more royal guards. Her presence was unexpected but crucial.
Petunia approached my grandmother, her eyes filled with a mixture of resolve and sorrow. "Your Majesty," she began, "I have come to tell you of the abuse I also endured at the hands of Vernon and Marge. When they discovered I was helping Harry, they turned their cruelty towards me."
My grandmother's expression softened slightly as she regarded Petunia. "Thank you for your bravery in coming forward," she said. "Your testimony will be taken into account."
Turning her attention back to Vernon, Dudley, and Marge, her demeanor hardened once more. "You have brought shame upon yourselves and caused irreparable harm. The punishment you face will reflect the severity of your actions."
The guards stepped forward, ready to escort the condemned from the room. My grandmother's gaze swept over the assembled family and allies, her resolve unwavering.
As Vernon, Dudley, and Marge were led away, I felt a sense of closure beginning to form. The wounds of the past would take time to heal, but with my family, both old and new that are by my side, I knew we would face the future together.
Turning to Hermione, Artemis, Zoe, Fleur, and my daughters, I saw the support and love in their eyes.
We were all outside, taking a moment to breathe after the intense confrontation. The fresh air was a welcome relief, and the tension began to ease as I looked around at the people who now formed my family. Hermione, Artemis, Zoe, Fleur, the twenty huntresses, my grandmother, and other members of the royal family stood with me, sharing in this moment of solidarity.
A sudden cry from above caught our attention. We all looked up to see a majestic white snow owl soaring toward us. For a moment, silence enveloped us as we watched the owl's graceful approach. Another cry broke the silence, and recognition dawned on me.
"Headwig!" I exclaimed, my heart racing with joy and disbelief.
Hermione covered her mouth in shock. "No way," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Mon Dieu," Fleur echoed, her voice trembling as she, too, started to cry.
As Headwig landed on my shoulder, she rubbed her head against my cheek affectionately. Tears of happiness streamed down my face as I gently stroked her feathers. "I've missed you, Headwig," I murmured, my voice choked with emotion.
My grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, watched the scene with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "It seems your owl has missed you, Harry," she observed, her tone softening.
Hermione turned to address my grandmother, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "You see, Your Majesty... the last time Fleur, Harry, and I saw Headwig alive, she took a Killing Curse that was aimed at Harry. That was on July 27th, 1997."
A collective gasp rippled through the group as they absorbed the significance of Hermione's words. My grandmother's eyes widened in astonishment, and murmurs of disbelief spread among the royal family and the huntresses.
"How is this possible?" one of the royal family members asked, clearly shocked.
"I don't know," I replied, still overwhelmed by Headwig's return. "But I'm grateful she's here."
Artemis stepped forward, her expression thoughtful. "The magic surrounding us is powerful and unpredictable. It seems there are forces at work that we do not yet understand."
Zoe nodded in agreement. "This reunion is a blessing, a sign that even in the darkest times, there is hope."
Fleur wiped away her tears and smiled at Headwig. "Welcome back, Headwig. We have missed you dearly."
Hermione hugged me tightly, her own tears of joy mingling with mine. "This is a miracle, Harry. A true miracle."
-Athena's Point-Of-View-
-Olympus, New York City, US-
In the radiant throne room atop Mount Olympus, which hovered invisibly above New York City, the other Greek gods engaged in their divine activities. I stood with Hestia near the large fire pit, its flames casting dancing shadows on the marble walls. We were deep in conversation about Harry Potter, the mortal who had captured the hearts of several immortals, including my own.
As I traced the outline of the mate mark on my hand, I felt a profound connection to Harry, a connection shared by several others, including Hestia, who was doing the same. Our bond was more than just a mark; it was a testament to the trials and tribulations Harry had endured and the deep ties he had formed.
"Artemis is with him now," I said, breaking the contemplative silence. "She will ensure he is protected and loved."
Hestia nodded, her eyes reflecting the firelight. "I was there when Harry met his daughters, the huntresses. The joy in his eyes and theirs was palpable. And the reunion with Headwig... it was nothing short of miraculous."
I smiled at the thought of Harry being reunited with his beloved owl. "He deserves this happiness. After everything he went through in his past life, he has earned a second chance. The bonds he has formed are strong, and they will only grow stronger."
Hestia's gaze turned thoughtful. "We both know that Harry's journey is far from over. He has much to learn and many challenges to face. But he is not alone. He has us, and he has those who love him deeply."
My eyes lifted from the mate mark to the fire pit, the flames symbolizing the eternal power and resilience of our kind. "Once the other gods see the life Harry lived and the connections he has forged, they will understand. None more so than Zeus and Hera."
Hestia's expression mirrored my own curiosity. "Zeus and Hera... or should I say, James and Lily. They are beginning to regain their memories of their lives as mortals. Once they fully remember Harry as their son, it will change everything."
I pondered this revelation, wondering how it would unfold. "Zeus and Hera's realization will be profound. They loved Harry fiercely as James and Lily, and that love will resurface. But what will happen when they see him, when they understand the depth of his suffering and the strength he has gained?"
Hestia's eyes glowed with the wisdom of ages. "It will be a moment of great significance. Their divine nature combined with their mortal experiences will shape their response. But I believe it will be one of support and protection. Harry's presence has always brought out the best in those around him."
I nodded, feeling a surge of hope and determination. "Harry's path is one of destiny. With Artemis by his side and the support of the gods who love him, he will face whatever comes his way. And when Zeus and Hera embrace him as their son, the power of that bond will be undeniable."
Hestia smiled warmly. "Indeed, Athena. Harry's journey is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of love. We will stand by him, as we always have, and ensure that his second chance is filled with the happiness and peace he deserves."
As we stood together, the flames of the fire pit casting their glow upon us, I felt a deep sense of purpose.
-Zeus's POV-
In the grandeur of my room on Olympus, I sat with Hera, both of us deep in thought. For days, we had been experiencing strange flashes of memory—memories of a life we hadn't lived, of people we hadn't known as gods. As I turned to Hera, I saw the same confusion and curiosity reflected in her eyes.
"Hera," I began, "these memories... they feel so real."
She nodded, her face etched with concern. "Yes, Zeus. They feel like more than just dreams. There's a boy... Harry."
The name sent a jolt through me. "Harry Potter," I murmured, feeling the name resonate deep within my soul. "Our son."
Suddenly, as if a dam had broken, a flood of memories washed over us both. We remembered everything: our lives as James and Lily Potter, our love for each other, the birth of our son, and the horrifying night we died at the hands of Voldemort. I looked at Hera, and she at me, our eyes wide with the shock of our restored mortal memories.
"We did not abandon Harry, Zeus," Hera said, her voice trembling with emotion. "We died saving him from a madman."
At that moment, the doors to our room opened, and Hestia and Athena entered, their faces alight with joy, their mate marks glowing brightly. I had never seen such happiness in them, not even among the gods.
Hestia was the first to speak, her voice filled with warmth. "We are so glad to see you both remember. Lily and James were more than just mortals; they were a part of you."
Athena stepped forward, her eyes meeting ours with a knowing smile. "Your memories as Lily and James have made you complete. And now, you must know the truth about Harry."
Hera's voice was urgent, filled with the longing of a mother who had lost her child. "But where is he? Where is our son? Where is Harry... please, tell us."
Hestia's smile broadened. "You will find him with the mother of your mortal self, where she lives..."
Hera and I spoke in unison, realization dawning upon us. "Elizabeth...Buckingham Palace."
As we prepared to leave, a hand stopped us—Athena, her expression serious. "And what are you going to do when you get to Harry? Appearing there unannounced could cause a panic. You'll be seen as a threat to the members of the Royal Family. Think about it."
Hera was the first to respond, a plan forming in her mind. "Telepathy. We will speak to our son through telepathy. But first, we must tell Artemis. She is with him. She can explain what we are going to do so he does not panic."
I nodded in agreement. "Yes, we must be cautious."
We reached out to Artemis, our minds connecting with hers. Hera spoke with joy and urgency. "Artemis, we need to speak to Harry through telepathy. Please, prepare him. We do not want to scare him."
Artemis's response was immediate and filled with excitement. "Understand, Hera. Give me a moment to prepare him. I know he is waiting to hear your voices."
A minute passed, feeling like an eternity, before Artemis's voice came through again. "Harry is ready. He's waiting to hear from you both. Remember, it has been 42 years for him, not the six years that it seems from the time of your mortal deaths."
Taking a deep breath, Hera and I focused our thoughts on Harry. "Harry," I called out gently, "can you hear us?"
There was a moment of silence, then a hesitant, hopeful voice responded. "Mum? Dad?"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard his voice. "Yes, Harry, it's us. We've missed you so much."
Hera's voice broke with emotion. "We love you, Harry. We've always loved you."
Through our mental connection, I could feel Harry's overwhelming mix of emotions—joy, relief, and a deep longing. "I've missed you both so much," he said, his voice choked with tears. "I've waited so long."
"We know, my son," I said, my heart aching for the years we had lost. "But we are here now, and we will never leave you again."
Hera added, her voice soft and comforting. "We will always be with you, Harry. No matter what."
In that moment, despite the years and the distance, we were a family once more, bound by love and the unbreakable ties of destiny.
-Harry's Point of View-
As I sat in my wheelchair, I took a deep breath, steadying myself. The telepathic link with my parents, Zeus and Hera, filled me with a mix of emotions, joy, relief, and an overwhelming sense of love. It was surreal, but I couldn't deny the deep bond I felt through our mental link.
"Mum, Dad," I began, my voice quivering with emotion, "I've missed you both so much. It's been so hard without you."
"We've missed you too, Harry," my mother, Hera, replied, her voice soothing and full of warmth, even in the telepathic link "We never wanted to leave you, but we are here now."
My father's voice followed, strong and reassuring. "You have endured so much, my son. We are proud of you. Know that we are always with you, watching over you."
Tears welled up in my eyes as their words enveloped me in a comforting embrace. I turned to my grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, who stood nearby with a look of awe and curiosity. "Grandmother," I said, my voice steadying, "Zeus and Hera... they want to come to Buckingham Palace. Can they? They are my godly parents, and I think it's time we all meet."
Her eyes softened as she processed my request. "Of course, Harry. If they are your godly parents, they are welcome here. I have always hoped to meet the king and queen of the Olympian gods."
I nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation building. I relayed the message through our telepathic link. "Mum, Dad, Grandmother says you can come to Buckingham Palace. She is eager to meet you."
Moments later, the atmosphere around us shifted. There was a subtle hum of energy in the air, and then, with a gentle burst of bright light, Zeus and Hera appeared. Their divine presence was both awe-inspiring and comforting. The grandeur of their true forms was tempered by the familiar warmth in their eyes.
As they materialized, my grandmother let out a soft gasp, Her eyes widened as she took in their forms more importantly their eyes, realization dawning upon her. "Lily... James?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
My parents both stepped forward toward us, their expressions a mix of reverence and recognition. "Elizabeth…mom," my mother said, her voice gentle and filled with affection. "It has been a long time."
My grandmother's eyes filled with tears as she took a tentative step towards them. "I can't believe it. You're really here," she murmured, her gaze fixed on their faces. "Lily, James... I've missed you both so much."
My father, Zeus, nodded, his eyes reflecting the depth of his own emotions. "We never wanted to leave, Elizabeth. We died protecting Harry, but we are here now, as you see us."
I watched as my grandmother embraced them, a reunion that transcended time and space. The weight of years of separation and grief seemed to lift, replaced by a profound sense of unity and love.
As I sat there in my wheelchair, surrounded by my family and those who loved me, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't known in years. My parents, my grandmother, my mates, and even the huntresses—all of us together, bound by love and destiny.
In that moment, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them as a family. And with the strength and support of those around me, I felt ready to embrace the future, knowing I was no longer alone.