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The Rise of the One True Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 52847 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The Rise of the One True Potter

Author’s Note: This story will be a major crossover now, with several anime and games included. I will be adding what they are at the end of this chapter. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2
(The Gods and the Rat)
Olympus-Moment’s after Harry’s time travel

Warning: Lemon

“Harry!” Hermione's voice came through a cloudy apparition where a tall, slender dark-blonde woman stood over looking down upon it. As she witnessed the young and destined thirteen-year old boy gather his senses, she heard a chiming sound as a circle of bright white light appeared several feet behind her.

“I see you three were successful,” The woman said, not turning around to see who exited the circle. Behind her, Athena emerged from the circle of bright white light and solemnly bowed before her, for this woman was Hera, goddess of marriage and nature. As she continued to looked through the portal at the scene of a thirteen year old Harry Potter standing up in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. “If he doesn't do what we need him to do, this could very well backfire on us.”

“I have faith that he’ll do what needs to be done, mother,” Athena answered after joining Hera at the portal to Harry’s world. “Time has already begun to change by bringing him to this point in time, so we just need to hope that Harry will become the man he now needs to be.”

“I have more than faith, Athena,” Aphrodite emerged from the same portal as Athena and smiled. “I felt not just love of Hermione from Harry when I kissed him, I felt his determination to right the wrongs in his life. I know in my heart that Harry has more than what it takes to do our will.”

“Even if he doesn’t know it fully,” Hera turned and laughed gently, looking at her daughters and noticed that one of them was missing. “Where’s Artemis? She should have come back with you?”

“She went to the point in time where Remus Lupin nearly killed Harry and Hermione in his werewolf form,” Athena answered, walking side-by-side with Hera as Aphrodite joined them. “I’m not sure what she has planned when she confronts him. She never had much love for werewolves.”

“Very well. The werewolf is not that important to our plans,” Hera said, opening a large golden double door. Upon entering, she removed her white silk dress and let it fall to the cloud-like floor beneath her. Stepping out of it completely, Hera move toward a large bath that looked more like a pool with steam and white soap suds emanating from it. Entering the bath completely naked, she looked back at Athena and Aphrodite and asked with a blushing smile. “Are you two planning to join me, or are you both going just stand there and watch?”

Both Athena and Aphrodite disrobed and with smiles, and joined Hera in the bath. Athena boldly moved closer to her mother and without any indication, wrapped her arms around her and passionately kissed her. As each woman moaned, Aphrodite moved herself behind Hera and began kissing the side of her mother’s neck. As the three goddesses were making out with each other, a tall, muscular brunette man with a goatee stood over in the next room looking through the portal that led to Harry’s world. The man had a wide smile on his face as he watched the scene in the Hospital Wing enfold with his arms crossed.

“Finally, a worthy adversary,” The man exclaimed, not bothering to care if Hera or the others had heard him. “Harry Potter: a true warrior befitting someone of my caliber. Oh, I am so looking forward to see if you can defeat my army a second time.”

The man laughed loudly as he walked away, as he was Ares; the god of war, and the one who unleashed the daemons upon Harry’s world.

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Harry nearly jumped out of the bed and hugged Hermione tightly, tears pouring down his eyes and whispering to her, “I’m sorry, Hermione. I’m so sorry.”

Hermione pulled Harry away though, with a look of worry and concern on her face, “Harry? What are you talking about? Why are you apologizing to me?”

“Nothing, I guess,” Harry answered, sitting down on the bed and wiping the tears off his face. “I’m just really glad to see you safe and sound.”

Hermione smiled, but kept the look of curiosity on her face as Harry glanced over on the opposite side of the room and saw Ron laying in his bed with his leg bandaged up more than it needed to be. Ron had a look of discomfort on his face, but silently wondered what Harry was thinking. Harry couldn’t help but frown at the redhead and gave him a look of hatred, making sure that Hermione didn’t see it.

“Harry, we have to tell Professor Dumbledore the truth about Sirius!” Hermione exclaimed as the look of realization had appeared on her face. Harry looked back at Hermione and nodded, standing back up with purpose. At that moment, the doors to the Hospital Wing opened and Albus Dumbledore entered, walking with determination but with a gentle look on his face. Hermione, not even hesitating, ran right up to the elderly headmaster and said quite loudly, “Professor, Sirius is innocent! You must convince Minister Fudge that you have the wrong man!”

“Whatever do you mean, Ms. Granger?” Dumbledore looked at her with a curious look.

“It was Scabbers, sir,” Ron spoke up as he looked at the aged headmaster. “He’s my rat, sir. Well, he wasn’t my rat exactly…”

“Peter Pettigrew is alive and well, Professor!” Harry exclaimed, running up to Hermione and Dumbledore.and shutting Ron up. “He’s been hiding as a garden rat for the past twelve years. He was the one who betrayed my parents to Voldemort, and as a future lord to the House of Potter, I am prepared to testify to that on Sirius’ behalf!”

Dumbledore could not help but to give Harry a look of surprise as he heard Harry declare himself as a future lord. A fact that Dumbledore had tried vehemently to make sure that knowledge never entered Harry’s ears. However, Dumbledore had to deal with this matter later, especially if his plan was going to worked. Of course being present during Buckbeak’s “execution” had already proved that his plan had already worked.

“I believe you all,” Dumbledore said calmly, and walked towards Ron’s bed. “Unfortunately, the word of three third years will convince few others. Especially if one of them happens to be a future lord to an Ancient and Noble House.”

Dumbledore quietly chuckled and patted Ron’s bandaged leg, which elicited a wince of pain from Ron and a chuckle from Harry, who no longer cared about his red-haired friend’s pain. However, at that moment, Dumbledore looked directly into Ron’s eyes and without so much as a word spoken, put the young red-haired boy to sleep. As Ron began to snore, a smile emerged from Harry’s face, thankful that he didn’t have to deal with his arrogant friend right now. However, before Dumbledore continued talking, Harry stepped forward to reveal something important.

“Professor, I know about your plan to save Buckbeak, and I can assure you that Hermione and I are up to the task,” Harry said boldly, and to show his confidence, he grabbed Hermione’s hand and held it tightly. Hermione almost blushed at feeling her best friend’s hand grab hers, but kept her composer as Harry continued. “I can’t tell you how I know, but I know about Hermione’s time-turner, and I know you want us to go back to the moment before Buckbeak’s death and help him escape.”

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Harry intently. While he already knew that Harry and Hermione are going to succeed in that aspect, it troubled him deeply that Harry somehow already knew everything Dumbledore wanted. However, he knew Harry’s determination was much stronger than most thirteen year olds, so Dumbledore looked directly at Hermione, as he felt that Harry knew the consequences of time travel.

“You know the law, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore began explaining. “You must not be seen, or the consequences will be most severe. If you both succeed, than everything that Mr. Potter has said will be accomplished. Although I believe that Mr. Potter already knows this, you should know that Sirius is being held at the highest point in the north tower. I do believe that three turns should do the trick.”

Dumbledore walked past both the two teenagers and almost made a show of grabbing the double doors of the Hospital Wing and began to slowly close them. Before he did, though, he smiled and said one last thing, “Oh, I find retracing my steps is a good place to start. Good night.”

After Dumbledore closed the doors to the Hospital Wing, Hermione turned to face Harry and asked him with an intense frown, “How did you know about my time-turner?”

“We can talk about that later, Hermione. I promise,” Harry smiled weakly, but looked at her with determination. “We need to save Sirius, and we have very little time to do so.”

Hermione nodded, and even though she was curious as to how Harry knew all of the things he knew, took out the time-turner from under her shirt and wrapped the gold chain of it around her and Harry. The actual Time-Turner, which was similar to a gold coin attached to the chain surrounded by a thin gold circle, had a symbol of an hourglass on it. As Hermione flipped it counterclockwise three times, Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After that, the hourglass medallion began to spin fast and both Harry and Hermione felt themselves being pulled several hours back in time. Harry opened his eyes at that moment and saw the recent past flow backwards, much like watching a movie on TV being rewound, without the squirrelly lines of course. However, a few moments later, the effect slowed down and finally stopped as both Harry and Hermione looked around the now empty Hospital Wing and saw from the light outside that it was nearly evening.

“It’s Seven-Thirty,” Hermione said, looking at him. “Where were we at…”

“On our way to Hagrid’s,” Harry stated, almost in a rushed voice. He then grabbing her hand again, pulled her towards the doors and out of the Hospital Wing. Hermione blushed for a moment as she was being rushed towards the Entrance Hall and on their way to Hagrid’s hut. However, as they were rushing towards their destination, Hermione tried to slow Harry down.

“Harry, wait a moment! We can’t be seen!” Hermione nearly shouted as Harry pulled her through the halls of Hogwarts. However, Harry knew already that the hallways they were travelling through were empty as he had already done this before. In a few moments, they made outside and were soon on their way to Hagrid’s. Before long, Harry and Hermione stopped just before reaching the main walkway that led to Hagrid’s hut, where just a few feet away, the earlier versions of himself, Hermione, and Ron dealing with Draco Malfoy and his two goons. Hermione realized this and pulled Harry just out of their earlier versions’ eyeline into the outside base of the structure that led back to Hogwarts. While the both of them watched the incident unfold with Malfoy, Harry thought about Hermione and what to tell her. He wanted to tell her everything, about the life he had, the war he fought, and the love he had for her. However, he hardly knew where to start or how he would explain that he was forced to kill her.

The next few minutes passed as Harry and Hermione watched the earlier versions of themselves forced Malfoy and his two goons to run away, mainly Hermione though, as she was the one who broke Malfoy’s nose. As Malfoy ran through the stone walkway, Harry heard him call Hermione a Mudblood before he disappeared back into the school and Harry muttered silently, “I forgot how much of an arse Malfoy was.”

“What?” Hermione looked back at Harry.

“Nevermind,” Harry responded. “Come on. We have to follow ourselves.”

Harry led Hermione down the path the led to Hagrid’s, being very careful not to be noticed by their prior selves. On the way down, Hermione realized that Harry was still holding her hand, and wondered what was going on with her friend. While she did enjoy holding Harry’s hand, she felt like something was entirely different with Harry. For one, he was much more bolder with the way he was with her. It was like something had changed in their relationship, and at that moment, she remembered the letter.

‘Did Harry change his mind? Ron told me he read my letter, but thought it best that we stay friends.’ Hermione thought as she was following Harry. ‘How should I feel? I know that I love Harry, but I also have feelings for Ron. It would be wrong to try to do anything about it now. I don’t want to break up our friendship with each other.’

Harry wasn’t paying attention to what Hermione was thinking, as all he cared about at the moment was finding a perfect spot and timing to reveal how he felt for Hermione. Not just that, he wanted to show her how he felt, and take away any shot of Ron touching her ever again. As they got close enough to Hagrid’s, Harry veered into the trees so they would stay out-of-sight. Hermione followed Harry until they reached the section of the forest that they could view the prior versions of themselves without being seen. Once they were crouched behind a bush, Harry looked directly at Hermione and took a deep breath.

“Hermione, I know that this isn’t the most perfect time to tell you this, but I’m in love with you,” Harry said to her, trying to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her and kiss her. “I’ve been in love with you since the second year. I know right now that you have feelings for Ron as well, but I needed to tell you this.”

Hermione was shocked to say the least, as question after question circled around in her head. A part of her longed to hear those words from Harry ever since she wrote that letter, however, it did raise the question of why Harry told her this now after so much time has passed since she sent it to him. After a long few moments, she looked directly into his eyes and asked, “Why are you telling me this now? I sent you my letter confessing my feelings for you several months ago, and Ron told me that you wanted us to stay friends.”

“Hermione, I never got any letter from you,” Harry said with a slight frown. He didn’t lie, even though he knew about the letter and read it in the future. However, being reminded of this made Harry hate Ron even more. “I don’t know what Ron told you, but the truth of the matter is that if I had gotten your letter, I would have approached you that very moment and told you how I feel. Merlin, I would probably would have announced it in the Great Hall if I could. Also, Ron knows about how I felt about you, as I told him just before you got unpetrified last year.”

“Ron knows?” Hermione gasped, almost too loudly as the Harry inside the hut turned to look outside the window. Hermione placed her hand over her mouth and ducked father behind the bush, realizing her mistake. Overwhelming emotions flooded over her as she looked at Harry, and for the first time since she woke him up in the Hospital Wing, she saw a much different Harry than the one she knew. However, she didn’t care about that, as she now knew that she loved Harry, and Harry loved her.

Unfortunately, right at that moment, Dumbledore walked along the path that led down to Hagrid’s. He was leading the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and the executioner of dangerous creatures, Macnair. Hermione regained her common sense at that point and noticed that their prior selves weren't leaving.

“Why aren't we leaving?” Hermione asked as Harry noticed that Dumbledore was slowly taking his time leading Fudge and Macnair down the path, showing Fudge the grounds and giving an explanation as to why a particular piece of shrub or land was there. However, it was during this time when Hermione noticed two small, yet distinctive pebbles lying on top of a large pumpkin they were right next to. Grabbing the first one, she quickly threw it through the open window and smashed a pot that the earlier version of herself was standing next to. Staying as close to the ground as possible, she grabbed the other pebble and threw it through the open window again, this time nailing the back of the earlier Harry's head.

“Sorry,” Hermione told Harry silently as the other Harry looked out the window and saw Dumbledore, Fudge, and Macnair all heading towards Hagrid’s. Harry knew at this moment what was about to happen, so he nodded to Hermione, and still crouching, moved further into the forest so their earlier selves could come out without seeing them.

The next few minutes happened the way Harry remembered from the last time he did this; with the earlier versions of themselves and Ron coming out through the back door and hiding behind the bush they were just behind. Hermione looking at the back of her earlier self’s head and asked if that was what the back of her head looked like, and the earlier version hearing something and looking back towards the forest where Harry and Hermione were hiding. After that, Dumbledore and Fudge entered Hagrid’s hut with Macnair following, and then when it was clear, the earlier versions of Harry, Hermione, and Ron left to head back up to the castle.

As soon as Harry knew it was safe, he carefully exited the forest and slowly approached the hippogriff Buckbeak and when the creature noticed Harry, something quite different happened. Normally, a person would have to bow to a hippogriff before approaching any closer to it. However, when Buckbeak saw Harry, the proud creature bowed low towards Harry without Harry bowing first. Stunned by this action, Harry respectively returned the bow and walked slowly towards the white feathered creature with horse like features, a birdlike beak, and long regal wings folded along the side of his torso. Harry slowly walked over to a long wooden pole that Buckbeak was tied to, and with a small amount of magic, chased the crows that were perched on the pole so he could free Buckbeak.

Hermione, who was keeping a close eye on the hut, was somewhat frightened that Buckbeak might do something to cause attention to what Harry was doing. However, Buckbeak got up to his feet and after Harry had freed his rope from the pole, walked over to Harry without much of a problem. As Harry gently pulled Buckbeak to safety, the front door of Hagrid’s opened and Fudge took a step outside. Harry, Hermione, and Buckbeak all froze in place as they saw the Minister of Magic exiting Hagrid’s hut.

“Minister, I really think that I should sign as well. Solely as a witness, mind you,” Dumbledore’s voice said to Fudge, causing him to stop and turn back inside.

“Oh, very well,” Fudge replied, going back inside slightly exasperated. When the door closed again, Harry gave Buckbeak a quick and gentle pull on his rope and gestured the creature towards the forest. After Harry and Hermione had successfully got Buckbeak safe from his impending execution, they watched from the trees as Dumbledore, Fudge, Macnair, and Hagrid all exited the hut only to find that Buckbeak was nowhere to be found. Harry almost chuckled at the way Dumbledore handled this situation, making sure that no matter what, Hagrid had no knowledge of what just occurred, which in Fudge’s eyes, made Hagrid completely innocent of Buckbeak’s escape. After watching Dumbledore explain the situation to Fudge, and nodding his goodbye to Macnair, Harry watched the headmaster go back inside of Hagrid’s with the gentle giant with a satisfied grin on his face.

“What now?” Hermione asked once she saw Fudge and Macnair walk away from Hagrid’s with intense frowns on their faces. Harry was already pulling Buckbeak further into the forest when Hermione noticed that the sun was finally setting and nighttime was fast approaching.

“We wait until the full moon appears,” Harry responded, dropping Buckbeak’s rope next to a tree, then moving towards the Whomping Willow. Hermione followed, wondering what type of plan Harry had for saving Sirius.

When they got close enough to see the Whomping Willow, Harry and Hermione watched as they saw their prior selves being pulled into the small tunnel underneath the moving tree. Next, they witnessed Remus Lupin show up minutes later amd cast Imobilus on the tree, which stopped it from attacking anyone nearby, which made Harry silently curse himself for not thinking of doing that the first time around. Finally, Snape appeared and slowly followed Lupin through the tunnel that led to the Shrieking Shack. After Harry saw that he and Hermione were all alone, he turned to her and said, “If you want to talk, Hermione, I understand.”

“Harry, this isn’t the time,” She turned to look at him. Feelings began to overwhelm her once again as she looked into Harry’s eyes, and once again, she felt like this was a totally different Harry then she knew from this morning. “I know in my heart what I want, but you’re my best friend, Harry. I don’t want to do anything that will ruin that.”

“Hermione, I get it, but my feelings for you are not going to change,” Harry said to her, moving closer. Hermione, slightly frightened, took a step back as she began sensing the magical aura that Harry exhumed. It was intoxicating to her, and as Harry moved even closer, she couldn’t help but notice how aroused she was getting. “And I can promise you that you will always be my best friend. No matter what happens, Hermione, I will always be your best friend.”

Hermione’s eyes began tearing up as she now had her back against a tree. Her feelings for Harry were so strong at that point, she only had about an inch of restraint left that was keeping her from leaping at him and kissing him right then and there. Harry saw and felt Hermione shaking against the tree as he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to lean in. Harry planted a very gentle kiss to her lips, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her. Hermione melted into Harry at that point, opening her mouth and allowing Harry’s tongue to enter. Harry pulled Hermione off of the tree, and laid her down on the ground beneath them. At that point, there was no denying how she felt or what she wanted, because she wanted Harry, and she was willing to give herself to him completely.

Harry broke the kiss for a moment as he pulled out his wand from his back pocket. Pointing directly at Hermione’s chest, he silently cast a charm that removed most of Hermione’s clothes, leaving only her matching white silk bra and panties. Hermione gasped at seeing what Harry did, not only because she was now barely clothed, but the fact that Harry had managed to do this without even speaking any incantation. Once more, Hermione believed just by sensing the sheer magical power that Harry was exhuming, that he didn’t even need his wand to do so. However, at this point, she didn’t care as Harry pointed the wand at his chest and made his clothes vanish, exposing his muscular frame with his scars still visible through not just his childhood with the Dursleys, but through the entirety of what he went through during the Daemon War. This surprised Harry somewhat, but not as much as the fact that his tattoos were still there, and because of his dragon heritage, his now massive reddish veiny cock. Hermione loudly gasped as she saw Harry’s body, and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she looked just above her stomach to see Harry’s very large cock.

“Harry?!” Hermione said as she kept staring at Harry’s dick. “I’ve never actually seen a man’s penis before, but yours is even bigger than I could even imagine. It looks like it belongs to a dragon.”

“Well, there’s much for me to explain,” Harry breathed into her ear as he kissed the side of her face. “Let’s just say that I discovered that I have dragon blood in my veins.”

Hermione wondered when Harry would’ve discovered this, as he was not known for being studious, and have on numerous occasions tried to avoid situations that would have drawn more attention than he generally got from being the Boy-Who-Lived. However, Hermione became incredibly turned on at looking at this massive pole, and was almost mesmerized by it as she moaned at feeling Harry’s lips on the side of her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and returned the favor, kissing the side of Harry’s face and neck. Harry sighed as he felt this, and moved one of his hands to Hermione’s B-cup breasts and proceeded to massage and squeeze them. Hermione moaned Harry’s name through her lips and Harry felt her breath against his neck as he did. Breaking off from kissing and sucking her neck, Harry moved his head towards her breasts and kissed her left one through her white silk bra. Hermione gasped as she felt her panties becoming wet as she breathed hard and fast from what Harry was doing.

Hermione became almost possessed at that point. She pushed Harry off of herself, then pushed him on the ground getting on top of him. Instinct was now driving the bushy haired girl as she began kissing Harry’s scared and tattooed chest. While she was doing this, her hands slowly drifted to Harry’s near twelve-inch-long red, scaly penis until she grabbed it and gasped through her kisses. She stopped for a moment as she looked down upon Harry’s dick and she slowly started to stroke it. All sense of reasoning for Hermione was gone as her desire took control and she took Harry’s erection into her mouth.

‘What am I doing?’ Hermione thought as she barely got the tip inside of her mouth. Her hands were slowly stroking Harry’s red scaly shaft and she realized that it felt like normal fleshy skin. Harry groaned as he became surprised that Hermione was boldly sucking his cock. He really didn’t know what came over her, but as he ran his fingers through Hermione's long bushy hair, he laid there and enjoyed the pleasure that she was giving him.

Hermione tried to get more of Harry's enormous and thick member into her mouth, but after managing to get only two to three inches in, her eyes began to water as she relished the feeling of Harry’s cock throbbing in her mouth and her hands. Harry lifted his chest up, lying against his elbows as he groaned while Hermione was eagerly sucking Harry’s dick. Hermione bobbed her head using her tongue very expertly and she stroked his shaft faster as his dick started vibrating and it began to grow another inch in length. Harry knew what that meant; he was approaching orgasm, but for Hermione who was seeing this for the first time, her eyes got wider as she became even more aroused at seeing Harry’s dragon like dick do this. Harry’s cock began shaking more and getting even longer making Hermione get on her knees as she now had more dick to deal with.

“HERMIONE!” Harry groaned loudly as he held Hermione’s head on top of his now fifteen-inch red scaly cock and shot his seed down her throat. Hermione was caught off guard as Harry’s sperm shot down her throat like a water hydrant, and with Harry holding Hermione’s head down, there was nothing for her to do except ingest the enormous amount of sperm. After several moments though, Harry’s cock returned to it’s twelve-inch length and the last drops of Harry’s cum splashed upon Hermione’s tongue. Afterward, Harry relaxed as he let Hermione off of his cock and Hermione rolled over gasping for air.

“Sorry, Hermione,” Harry looked at her with genuine love in his eyes. “This is something I still can’t explain too much yet, but when I get turned on like this, I become like an animal and run on pure instinct. Which is to say when you began sucking my dick, I really wanted to shove it all the way down your mouth, and while I resisted the urge to do that, I was already at a point when I was ready to orgasm to force you to drink it. I’m sorry that I didn’t warn you, Hermione.”

“I know, Harry,” Hermione rolled to her side and looked at him. “Something took over me as well. I have never knew how to suck a cock before, but when I saw yours, Harry, I became almost possessed with the desire to have it inside of me.”

Harry smiled, and moved over to her, grabbing both of her legs and placing his mouth near her white, soaked panties. “Well, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

Hermione looked at him and licked her lips at the thought of what Harry was about to do, but at that moment, she looked over to the Whomping Willow and noticed that their other selves were emerging from the small tunnel underneath the tree along with Sirius, Remus, and a trembling Peter Pettigrew.

“Harry, wait!” She whispered, and motioned for him to turn his head. Frowning, Harry stood up and with a wave of his hands, returned both Hermione’s and his clothes back to their respective bodies. Hermione stood next to Harry, albeit with shaking knees as she was longing to have Harry lick her cunt. As both of them watched closely as what was transpiring, Harry began to explain his plan to Hermione.

“Listen Hermione, once Remus turns into his werewolf form, you need to distract him away from our other selves,” Harry whispered his plan to her. “After we lead him into the forest to where we can’t be seen, I’ll knock him out with a powerful stunner. After that, I’ll rescue Sirius and myself from the Dementors, and go after Pettigrew. While I’m doing that, you need to take Buckbeak to where they’re going to hold Sirius and bust him loose when the time is right.”

“Harry, I’m not sure about this,” Hermione whispered back. “First of all, I don’t really like to fly, and I’m not sure I have a trusting rapport with Buckbeak. Second, how are you going to do all of this, especially after Pettigrew turns back into a rat, he’s going to be very difficult to find?”

“Well, knocking out Remus is very simple for me, but I need you to trust me enough to not ask me how just yet. Saving Sirius you already know, as I know you heard Snape tell Dumbledore that someone used a Patronus Charm to chase the Dementors away, and I know that I’m the only one who can do it. Getting Pettigrew is no easy task, Hermione, but I know how he plans to escape, and I know a way to get to him before he does,” Harry took a deep breath before looking into Hermione’s big, brown eyes. “As for Buckbeak, he trusts people who respect him, like Hagrid and me. You just have to be brave and guide him to the tower, and he’ll do the rest. I know that you’re scared, but I know that you can do this Hermione. There isn’t anyone else I would trust with this.”

Hermione glanced over to where the regal hippogriff was standing, bowing its head at Harry like it knew that Harry was its alpha. Neither Harry nor Hermione knew it, but all Harry had to do was command Buckbeak to carry Hermione to the tower, and it would gladly do so just to please him. Hermione though was still unsure of what Harry was asking her to do, but his plan felt like it would work, even though she didn’t know how Harry would do the things he said he would do.

“Alright, Harry, I trust you, but we better get ready, because the full moon is showing,” Hermione said, pointing at Remus as the DADA Professor looked up at the full moon with a terrified look upon his face. Everything for Harry seemed to flow in slow motion as he watched one of his father’s best friends turn into a grotesque beast while his godfather was doing his best to remind Remus of the man he was. While this was happening, Pettigrew grabbed the wand Remus had dropped and just before he had a chance to use it, the earlier version of Harry used Expelliarmus to get the wand out of Pettigrew’s hand. Unfortunately, Pettigrew still used Remus’ transformation as a distraction as he turned into his rat form and disappeared into the grass beneath them.

Harry, the one in the forest with Hermione, kept his eyes locked on where Pettigrew last stood and if Harry was right, he figured the coward would stick close by, hiding far enough away to not be seen, but close enough to witness his former friends tear into one another. What no one else knew at that moment was because of Harry’s Multimagus ability, he could pick up any particular scent, and could see the rat with his animalistic type eyes. Sure enough, Wormtail was scampering away from the main group and hid next to a rock cropping nearby where Sirius was fighting to protect the other Harry, the other Hermione, Ron and Snape who had exited the tunnel moments earlier.

Sirius, who was in his dog form, fought Remus’ werewolf form as best as he could before Remus grabbed the dog and threw it across the cliff before turning its attention back on the kids and Snape. Fortunately, Hermione howled loudly from the trees stopping Remus’ movement towards their other selves. She howled again causing Remus to turn in Hermione’s and Harry’s direction and approach them with surprising speed as they turned and ran deeper into the forest so they wouldn’t be seen. Grabbing his wand and preparing himself, he held Hermione close behind a thick tree and waited for Remus to find them. Sure enough, within moments, Remus had come to the small patch of forest where they were hiding, and without another moment of hesitation, Harry pointed his wand directly at Remus’ werewolf form and silently cast the most powerful stunner he ever had. Remus was thrown into the base of another large tree and fell down to the ground unconscious.

“He’ll be alright, Hermione,” Harry said, feeling sorry that this had to be done this way. However, Hermione started to shiver as they both felt ice cold and knew that the Dementors were now approaching Sirius and Harry’s earlier self. Wasting no time, Harry led Hermione to the small outcropping where his other self was doing his best to fend off the scores of Dementors that were floating all around them. Harry knew he had very little time, so motioning Hermione to stay put, he inched himself closer so he had a good angle to cast a Patronus.

Now, thanks to his training with the druid elves, Harry discovered that while a stag was his primary Patronus, he had the ability to summon more than one. In fact, he could summon four at the same time; a stag that represented his father, a doe that represented his mother, a wolf that represented the first animal form he took, and the most powerful, a dragon that represented his dragon heritage. Harry really wanted to summon his dragon Patronus to make quick work of these Dementors, but realized that since his younger self saw the stag Patronus just before he passed out, he decided that his stag was the way to go. So, deciding for the sake of the timeline, stepped forward into the clearing and pointed his wand straight at the Dementors, shouting: “Expecto Patronum!”

The stag appeared from Harry’s wand as the light surrounding it began attacking the Dementors instantly, saving Sirius from a rather grim fate. The Patronus approached a now passed out Sirius and Harry and prevented any more Dementors from attacking them. After the Dementors were taken care of, Snape emerged coming down a hill and looking at the Patronus with a somewhat bewildered looked on his face. Not wanting to give Snape any clue as to who summoned it, Harry released his magic over it and made it disappear for the time being. Going back to Hermione, Harry gave her a tight hug before leading her over to Buckbeak.

“Please let Hermione ride you to save Sirius,” Harry said to the hippogriff, bowing respectively. “I would fly you myself, but there’s a rat that I need to deal with.”

Buckbeak bowed low to the ground and nodded its understanding to Harry. Hermione, still unsure of doing this, allowed Harry to help her get on Buckbeak’s back and prepared her to fly. “Harry, what should I tell Sirius once I freed him? He’ll want to know what you’re doing.”

“Tell him that I’m going after Pettigrew. Without him, there is no proving that Sirius had no hand in what happened to my parents,” Harry held her hand and said to her. “If everything works the way it’s supposed to, then I’ll have the rat in my hand ready to hand to Dumbledore right before the final stroke of midnight Tell him that if I’m right, I’ll see him in front of the main gates before we have to return to the Hospital Wing.”

Hermione nodded and leaned over to Harry to kiss him. Harry responded by grabbing the back of her head and inserting his tongue into her mouth. After a few moments, Hermione broke the embrace and said in no uncertain terms, “I want you to finish with what you were doing to me. So come back safe, Harry.”

“You too, Hermione,” Harry said with a look of determination in his eyes. He then looked at Buckbeak and said, “Bring her back safe and sound, Buckbeak.”

Buckbeak bowed once more to Harry before starting galloping towards the nearest clearing carrying Hermione on top of him. Hermione grabbed Buckbeak's neck as he began to stretch out it's wings and started to flap them. As soon as Buckbeak cleared the forest, he took to the sky carrying a slightly terrified Hermione.

When Harry saw them begin to fly to the top of the castle, he refocused himself on finding Pettigrew’s scent. Focusing his diminished magic, he concentrated on the image of his first animagus form, the red-eyed wolf. After a full minute, Harry slowly began to transform, albeit slightly painfully as his thirteen-year-old body was not equipped to handle his transformation. When it was complete, Harry was beginning to feel somewhat exhausted, but hoped he had enough in his core to capture Pettigrew and bring him before Dumbledore.

Refocusing on Pettigrew’s scent, the black-haired wolf detected that Pettigrew was trying to get to Hogsmeade using the main road between the village and the school as his path. Running at a breakneck pace, Harry used his rage as fuel to carry him faster across the forest and to his destination with Pettigrew.

Within the span of a minute, Harry was less than 10 feet away from the rat who betrayed his parents. However, Pettigrew stopped and tried to hide in the grassy plain next to the road, but Harry was quite wise to this, and using his rage in his animal form, cornered the coward with an intense growl. The rat Pettigrew tried to back away, afraid that if he changed back into a human, then whoever this wolf was would attack him mercilessly until he was barely breathing or dead. Unfortunately for Pettigrew, Harry had summoned a magical red smoke in the form of a fire-breathing dragon behind the rat, and when Pettigrew noticed, he froze in place, now knowing that he was out of moves.

Harry wanted to tear into the rat, using his wolf form to leave him into a blackened, bloodied mess. Growling fiercely, Harry slowly approached Pettigrew with that exact thought in his mind, and used his red smoke dragon to keep the coward rat from escaping. However, right before Harry got within a inch of Pettigrew, he thought about Sirius, and knew that the only way to free Sirius from Azkaban was to keep Pettigrew alive. So, with a very heavy heart, Harry turned back into his human form and quickly cast Stupify and Petrificus Totalus on the rat making sure he wasn’t going to try anything else.

The rat bounced up in the air after being hit by both spells and hit the road with a resounding thud, satisfying Harry a bit as he hoped that caused Pettigrew pain as he now laid there frozen in place. Looking up at the still bright full moon, Harry silently hoped that Remus was alright and picked up the rat by his tail and began running back towards Hogwarts.

However, at that moment, Harry began to sense that something was wrong, and that Remus was in some sort of danger. He didn’t know why he felt that way, but as he knew that he still had time before he needed to get back, he transformed back into a wolf and started running back towards the forest to see if Remus was still safe.

Holding the rat within his teeth, Harry growled as he ran towards the last place Remus was. After several minutes, he got to the place where he had knocked out the werewolf, only to find Remus now back into his human form tied up by branches against a tree halfway in the air at least 50 feet in the air. Slowing to a stop, Harry sniffed around the area and detected the faint aroma of a recent acquaintance, but was unsure of which goddess was there. Fortunately, Artemis did not make Harry guess for long.

“Why are you here, Harry?” Artemis moved forward from the cover of the trees, her slender body looking just as beautiful as before. “You need to return to Hogwarts with the rat to save your godfather from his fate.”

Harry growled at now realizing that Artemis had tied Remus up in this manner, and most likely, was also responsible for turning Remus back to his human form. As Harry walked forward, he noticed that Artemis had a bow in her right hand with an arrow in her left, making it clear to Harry that she was going to kill Remus. Turning back into his human form, Harry moved between Remus and Artemis, even though Harry surmised that there was no way the goddess of her myth could miss her target.

“Are you planning to stop me from killing this worthless creature?” Artemis half-smiled at Harry. Harry, holding the rat in his hand now, he grabbed his wand with the other one, and while he felt exhausted from changing back-and forth to his animagus form, he was preparing himself to battle Artemis for Remus’ life. “Why would you wish to save this werewolf? Creatures like him are not worth living.”

“He is to me,” Harry responded with a snap, raising his wand towards the hooded brunette. “Remus was my father’s best friend, and in the future he gave his life to help defeat Voldemort and his Death Eaters, sacrificing so much doing so, including being able to be a father to his son Teddy.”

“Please, spare me this tale. He might have had, or might have an honorable death in the future, but consider what he did in the past before this year started for a thirteen-year-old you,” Artemis explained, readying her bow and aiming her arrow at Remus’ heart. “After Voldemort killed your parents, and Sirius was incarcerated, Remus could have approached Dumbledore and requested to adopt you from the Dursleys. Which I might add, judging by their treatment of you over the years, the Dursleys would have been glad to get rid of you all those years ago. I also know about the stigma of werewolves being dangerous guardians to children at that age, but seeing as he did father a child, or might father a child, do you think that would make his reasoning to not adopt you sound? In the past, there have been werewolves who after years of mental discipline managed to control their changes, even during a full moon. For those who haven’t the ability to do so, they had at least the common courtesy to drink Wolfsbane potion and/or lock themselves in a cage where only someone they trust have the means to free them when it’s safe.”

“That’s is what Remus has done, though,” Harry countered, though had to admit the point Artemis made about Remus adopting Harry. “Tonight was a bad night for him is all. Also, you have to remember, being a werewolf was not his choice, so if you want to blame someone, blame Fenrir Greyback!”

“Oh, I do admit that creature is very much a nuisance,” Artemis lowered her bow and smiled. “Very well then, I shall grant this werewolf a reprieve from his fate for now while I shall hunt this Fenrir Greyback and kill him from doing more harm to those you might need in the future. However, I shall return here to this spot tomorrow night and if you wish to save this werewolf, then we shall battle honorably for that right.”

“I don’t understand. Why aren’t you choosing to try to kill Remus now?” Harry looked at Artemis with a frown as he lowered his wand. “As a matter of fact, why did you tie him up to begin with?”

“Oh, come on Harry, I am a goddess,” She approached him and looked deep into his eyes. “I already knew that you would come here to save this creature, even though I implied that I didn’t know. While killing this creature would bring me much satisfaction, having you trying to save him presented me with a worthwhile challenge. I know that you’re going to ask me why we don’t fight now, but you need time to refocus your diminished powers to be a worthy adversary. Fighting you now would only take time away from you from doing what you need to do, and speaking of that, you best hurry if you want to meet Sirius at the front gate.”

Harry nodded his understanding, but turned around to look at Remus, “What will you do with Remus?”

“I will transport him back inside his room inside Hogwarts,” Artemis said, vanishing her weapons without even a sound. “He will remain in his human form and unconscious until the morning sun rises. If you fail to defeat me in combat tomorrow night, however, then I guarantee that he will not live much longer past that moment.”

Harry turned to face Artemis, and at that moment, the brunette goddess of nature and birth planted a deep, passionate kiss upon Harry’s lips before vanishing in a bright, gold light. As she left, Harry heard Artemis say, “I’m looking forward to our combat, Harry Potter.”

Harry was somewhat stunned at what had just happened, and as he looked behind him, he saw the Remus was gone, disappeared the same way Artemis had left. Harry was glad that he bought Remus some time, but he also had a terrified thought float through his mind ‘How do I defeat a goddess?’

Looking up at the night sky again, he heard the loud whooping and laughter of Sirius, and knew that Hermione was successful in freeing him from the tower. Running as fast as he could towards Hogwarts in his human form, mainly because he wasn’t sure if he had another transformation in him, he huffed and gasped as he saw the winged form of Buckbeak flying overhead and saw that Sirius and Hermione had noticed Harry running to meet them.

Several minutes before the stroke of twelve, Harry tearfully hugged the ragged form of his godfather, and silently thanked the goddesses for giving him this chance to see him again. Sirius gasped as he felt Harry’s arms tighten around his waist, but after a moment, Harry released his grip and took a step back. As he did, he held up the rat form of Pettigrew by his frozen tail and nodded his affirmation of who he was.

“A much better fate than I would have given him,” Sirius said, glaring at the rat in Harry’s hand. Then, looking at Harry, he got down on his knees and with tears in his eyes, said, “You did it Harry. You avenged your parents. You captured the coward responsible for betraying them to Lord Voldemort, and saved me from the Dementor’s Kiss.”

“I didn’t do it alone,” Harry said, looking at Hermione and smiling. “If it wasn’t for Hermione, Remus, and you especially, I would have gone on believing that you were responsible for my parents’ deaths. Now, I know the truth, and finally, this coward will face the justice he ran from all those years ago.”

“You know, I do believe that you’ve changed somewhat,” Sirius told him, frowning a bit. Then smiling once more, he continued, “Still, you are still very much the son of James and Lily Potter, the two best friends anyone like me could even deserve to have.”

Embracing Sirius in another tight hug, Harry cried, even though he went through this experience before, the words that they spoke to each other were different, but the emotions remained the same. Returning the hug, Sirius tearfully looked at Hermione and said, “Thank you for being so brave and helping Harry get through these troubled times.”

Hermione smiled and nodded her thanks, tears welling up in her eyes as well. After that, Sirius let go of Harry and stood back up, nodding to both of them, he moved over to where Buckbeak was and mounted him. Looking back at both Harry and Hermione, he said, “I’m afraid I have to still leave for awhile. It will take some time for Peter to reveal the truth to Fudge. Besides, I have to make sure that Buckbeak avoids the executioner’s blade. As soon as it’s safe for me to do so, I’ll write and let you know where I’m at.”

“It shouldn’t be too long, I hope,” Harry said with a smile. “Pettigrew won’t be able to hide the truth from Dumbledore, especially with the Minister and everyone else sees that he’s alive and well.”

“I hope so too,” Sirius said, then turning to Hermione. “You do remind me of another witch who wasn’t fond of rule-breaking, but like you, she was the brightest witch I ever knew.”

Hermione smiled waving her goodbye as Sirius urges Buckbeak forward and they both took off into the night sky. Harry smiled as he saw Sirius disappear into the night sky, and at that moment, the first bell strike of the twelve-o'clock hour hit. Looking at each other for a moment, the broke into a run as they got back inside the castleand headed straight up the stairs to the Hospital Wing. While the bell continue to strike each passing of the hour, Harry and Hermione moved up the stairs as fast as they could, until they reached the entrance to the Hospital Wing where Professor Dumbledore was just closing the doors. After he did, he turned to the two third years and asked, “Well?”

“We did it,” Harry said, panting from running up the stairs. He then walked over to the Headmaster and handed him the rat. Dumbledore took it with a curious look on his face, wondering how Harry and Hermione managed to do so much in one night. However, Harry continued, “This is Pettigrew, Professor. I’m sure the Minister of Magic will be quite surprised to see that he is very much still alive.”

“Very well done, my dear boy,” Dumbledore smiled as he held the rat in his fingers. “However, I’m afraid that will not convince Dementors. They should have given Sirius the Dementor’s Kiss right about now, unless of course somehow the wizard who successfully escaped Azkaban managed to break out of his cell and elude capture yet again. Hmm, very old those bars are up there. I might have a talk with Mr. Filch about installing new ones. Alas, that is for a later time. Good night.”

Harry watched Dumbledore moved towards the stairs carrying the rat out of sight. After the Headmaster walked down the stairs and out of sight, Harry and Hermione opened the doors to the Hospital Wing just in time to see their prior selves disappear through time. Looking at each other for a moment, they both breathed a quick sigh of relief before embracing each other in a deep passionate kiss. Harry picked Hermione up with Hermione wrapping her legs around him as Harry carried Hermione to the nearest bed. Laying her down upon it, he got on top of her, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he did so. Hermione moaned as she felt Harry’s tongue play with hers, and started to use her hands to unbutton Harry’s trousers. Harry felt this and broke his embrace long enough to give her better access to his pants. As he did, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his scars and tattoos to her once again. Hermione stopped what she was doing for a moment, and placed her hands on Harry’s chest, almost hypnotically tracing every scar and tattoo she saw.

“Harry, I still can’t believe you went through so much pain,” Hermione whispered, of course referring to his time living with the Dursleys. What Hermione didn’t know was while most of his scars were from his childhood with the Dursleys, the other scars were of course the result through his years fighting the daemons. Harry wouldn’t tell her this though, as it would bring up the memory of what the daemons did to her.

“Hermione, we can talk about my scars later,” Harry said, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and began sliding it up. Hermione noticed this and lifted the body up, allowing Harry to take off her shirt, revealing her skinny frame and B-cup tits to Harry again. Harry got off of Hermione for a moment, taking off the rest of his clothes, and allowing Hermione to do the same. Once they both got completely naked, Harry slid Hermione sideways on the bed, letting her legs fall to the floor before kneeling down in front of her and spreading her legs. “Right now, we’re going to finish what we started in the forest.”

Hermione smiled and then gasped as she felt Harry’s mouth touch her moist pussy for the first time. Harry placed several small kisses along the sides of her vagina, eliciting several moans from Hermione. Harry then softly touched her slit with his tongue and slowly slid it up and down, teasing her with very slow strokes. Hermione had tears in her eyes as she grabbed Harry by his head and thrusted his face further down her crotch. Taking the hint, Harry began sticking his tongue in her pussy and proceeded to eat her out with gusto. Hermione gasped louder and moaned loudly as she bucked her hips closer to Harry, wrapping her legs around his shoulders and neck.

“Oh yes Harry!” Hermione moaned loudly, her voice filling the entire Hospital Wing. Thankfully, the only other person in the wing was Ron, who was so deeply sleeping, that an earthquake wouldn’t have woke him up. However, there was a part of Harry that didn’t care if Ron woke up and saw this. For him, it would be the perfect revenge after knowing what Ron did to prevent Harry and Hermione to be together. Hermione was enjoying Harry’s tongue too much to care if Ron woke up or not, as she felt Harry’s tongue slither around her pussy and soon felt Harry’s finger working on her tiny clit. Hermione screamed as she felt Harry’s other hand begin sliding into her pussy with his tongue sliding around her hymen. Soon after, Hermione eyes were beginning to roll as her orgasm was fast approaching. Screaming very loudly at that point, Harry licked and fingered her thoroughly as he brought her to orgasm and licked up the juices that poured out.

Harry stopped as Hermione released his head and he stood back up, with a longing and lustful look in his eyes. Stroking his twelve-inch dragon cock, Harry positioned it at the entrance to Hermione’s womanhood. Hermione trembled as she saw this and knew this monster dick was going to make her a woman. Harry gently inserted the tip of his dick into her, and slowly pushed his way in, trying to make it as less painful as possible. Hermione groaned as she felt Harry’s thick member reach her hymen, and when she nodded her consent, Harry plowed through it holding half of his dick out from hurting her too much. Hermione gasped painfully as Harry held his red, scaly penis inside her pussy waiting for her to indicate that she was ready.

After a few moments, Hermione nodded and said, “Go slow, Harry. I’m not sure if I can take all of your cock.”

“I’ll go slow, Hermione, until you’re ready for me to fuck you seriously,” Harry said, pushing another inch of his cock into her. Hermione gasped continuously as Harry pushed nearly eight inches of his twelve-inch cock in and out of her, slowly moaning her pleasure as he did. After several moments of this, Hermione, with an intense look of hunger in her eyes, wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer to her. Harry knew at that moment Hermione was ready for more, so he began thrusting into her with hard and fast strokes, trying to get his entire manhood into her.

“OH MERLIN FUCK ME HARRY!” Hermione screamed as another orgasm rocked her, feeling the tip of Harry’s enormous cock hit the entrance to her cervix, and knowing that Harry still hadn’t gotten all of his dick into her just yet. Little did they know, but at that moment, the doors to the Hospital Wing opened and the blonde-hair Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood, walked in and saw what Harry and Hermione were doing with a smile on her face. On the opposite side of the large room, concealed behind a hospital barricade, Madam Poppy Pomfrey was silently moaning and masturbating watching Harry fuck Hermione from afar. Neither Harry or Hermione noticed this, nor cared if anyone was watching them at this point. All they cared about at that moment was giving each other as much pleasure as they could handle, and perhaps more.

Luna kept smiling as she walked over to a bed across from where Harry and Hermione were, and without so much as a by-or-leave, began to strip off all of her clothes. After she did so, she sat down on the bed and began to pleasure herself while watching the scene of Harry and Hermione fucking. As for Poppy, she was too focused on the two third years as well as her own pleasure that she didn’t even notice what Luna was doing. She had been woken up by Hermione’s loud scream several moments before Harry had began fucking Hermione, and once she saw Harry’s dragon-like cock penetrate Hermione’s virginity, she began overwhelmed with arousal and proceeded to masturbate in her purple nightgown.

Harry brought Hermione to another orgasm as with a tremendous thrust, he penetrated her womb and had finally inserted his entire cock inside of Hermione. Not waiting for her to calm down from it, Harry began fucking her with almost reckless abandon, his animalistic eyes appearing now as Harry was completely committed to pleasuring Hermione with his beastly dick. Hermione screamed and moaned through several more orgasms as Harry drilled into her cervix and pussy, causing her to nearly pass out from the pleasure. However, she had no intention of doing so as she wanted to feel her lover explode inside her, making sure that he made her his woman.

Harry could no longer deny that he was approaching orgasm, as his cock expanded to fifteen-inches and was vibrating tremendously in Hermione’s pussy. “HERMIONE! I’M GONNA CUM!” Harry warned her, and tried to pull out. However, Hermione’s legs were wrapped tightly around Harry and she pulled him even closer to her with them.

“CUM IN ME HARRY!” Hermione screamed loudly as she shook through another orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, Harry gave one final thrust and orgasmed violently inside Hermione’s womb. Hermione gasped and moaned as she felt load after load pour into her and as it did, her stomach began expanding. Hermione was shocked as she felt Harry’s dragon cock pour more seed into her than when she had given Harry’s cock a blowjob earlier in the night. Relaxing her legs finally, Harry was finally able to pull out of her as the last of his cum poured into her. Completely exhausted now, Harry managed to find the bed next to Hermione and collapse onto it, allowing sleep to take him for the time being. Hermione, who looked at her lover doing this, smiled weakly before drifting off to contented and satisfied sleep as well.

Luna smiled wider as she looked around the Hospital Wing, noticing that Madam Pomfrey and her were now the only ones awake in the room. Ron, who slept through the entire ordeal, was still snoring loudly dreaming whatever the hell he was dreaming. Luna then got up out the the bed she had made wet with her juices, as she had came twice from watching Harry and Hermione fuck, then boldly walked over to where Harry was sleeping, and with Madam Pomfrey watching with a shocked look on her face, took Harry’s dick in her hands and began stroking it back to life. Groaning in his sleep, Harry laid on his back completely unaware of what was happening to him. Luna took Harry’s twelve-inch dragon cock into her mouth and began sucking it.

Before the morning sun would come up, Harry would unknowingly fucked Luna Lovegood, with a horny Poppy Pomfrey watching.

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“Enjoyed the show, Ares?” Artemis stood behind the god of war and glared. “You know, if it wasn’t for you targeting both Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, he would never would have become such a threat to you.”

“On the contrary, sister,” Ares smiled, not taking his eyes off what Luna Lovegood was doing to Harry through the portal he was looking through. “If I hadn’t opened the Veil and sent those daemons after Granger, young Potter would have never known how she felt for him and this event would have never transpired. Also, I do not see Potter as a threat, so don’t try to make me laugh.”

“Harry Potter is more than what destiny and the Fates make him out to be,” Artemis said not taking her eyes off the back of Ares brunette head. “And you will lose, Ares. You are so wrapped up in finding a perfect adversary that you don’t see it yet, but Harry has the power to topple gods.”

“Oh, is that so, Artemis?” Ares chuckled as he turned to face her. “Are you saying then that you plan to submit to Potter before he even challenges you?”

“Don’t be absurd, brother. I will fight Harry Potter and do my best to defeat him,” Artemis stepped forward, with her eyes glaring disgust upon them. “If he manages to defeat me, then I will bow before him. However, he is battling me, a goddess, and that alone is no easy task. However, I will defeat Harry Potter, and I will kill Remus Lupin and end one abhornous to nature itself.”

“Hmmm, speaking of that, didn’t you say you were hunting another werewolf,” Ares stepped forward with an evil smile. “Fenrir Greyback, wasn’t it?”

“Do you think me weak, Ares?” Artemis said, lifting her right hand and snapping her fingers. The next instant, a grotesque head of the werewolf that had inflicted pain to so many children was being held in Artemis hand with its tongue sticking out and dead eyes looking at the god of war. “Finding this pathetic creature was truly not even worth my time, but killing him did bring me tremendous satisfaction.”

“Oh, pity then, as I had hoped that you would have given it a sporting chance,” Ares looked at the detached head of Greyback and laughed. “Oh well, I do hope Potter is more worth you time.”

With no other words spoken, Ares disappeared in a golden glow, laughing all the time at how he led Harry Potter down this path.

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Quick Side Note: Hermione’s not pregnant!!!

Crossover Series: In no order;
1. Gods of Olympus (Percy Jackson version, or Hercules TV version-the one staring Kevin Sorbo)
2. Rosario+Vampire
3. Highschool DxD
4. Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Skyward Sword, Twilight Princess, and Breath of the Wild
5. Negami
6. Onamori Himari
7. Seirei Tsukai no Blade Dance
And Possibly More.
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