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Consort to War	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Lover of a God
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
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- 4
Betas: BloodPheonix and Strife

Yay, I didn�t get into too much trouble skipping and condensing a whole bunch of what happened. Those gods can be a fair minded lot, with the right incentive, of course. So, with that tidbit of info out of the way, we are able to continue.

Alright, we are at the part where Harry, Remus, Severus and Hercules reach the gates of Olympus. Now, these gates are huge, thick and impenetrable. They were made by the Titans and reinforced by the gods. Getting through the gates isn�t easy, but it isn�t impossible. The easiest and surest way to get in is through a god. The gate recognizes the immortal blood flowing through their veins and allows them entrance. So saying�

Harry walked up to the gate, enthralled by its massive size. On the bars, ornate and detailed pictures were carved, depicting gruesome faces of tortured souls. He leaned closer when he thought he saw one move. Harry reached out a hand to trace one of the faces when Hercules� voice called out, �Don�t touch the gate.� It was too late. Harry�s finger touched the nose of one of the faces. An unholy scream emitted from the gate, deafening Harry.

He felt an arm encircle him and easily lift him from the ground. When the screaming stopped and Harry could hear again, he looked at Hercules.

�What was that?� The arm released Harry, setting him back on the ground.

�That was the alarm. Only certain people are allowed to touch the gate. It�s relatively new. Harry, did you touch the gate?�

Harry nodded. He noticed that while Hercules was speaking, he was looking at him funny. Harry didn�t know why, and he wasn�t sure he wanted to find out either.

�I see Potter has managed to get into mischief before stepping one foot past the threshold.�

Harry smirked and stuck his tongue out at his Potion�s Professor, who just rolled his eyes in response.

Footsteps sounded on the marble walkway. Harry, Remus and Severus turned to see who was approaching. A beautiful woman with auburn hair and gray eyes, wearing a long, beige toga wrapped around her body. Her feet were adorned with sandals. On her head sat a helmet, and across her chest was a breast plate; it was covered in scales and fringed with serpents. In her hand, she carried a very sharp looking sword.

Harry knew immediately who that was.

�Who dares to set their mortal feet at the entrance of sacred Olympus?�

Harry edged closer to Remus and Severus, perfectly willing to let Hercules handle anything that might happen due to an upset goddess. Said goddess� voice was pitched low and it echoed with power.

�Hercules. Which you know since you were the one who sent for me. I�ve brought Harry Potter. And you know how much I hate all this pomp and circumstance. It really doesn�t impress anybody.�

Harry would have liked to dispute that claim, but he really didn�t want to bring any attention to himself. Unfortunately, his silence didn�t help because Athena looked towards him anyway. She looked directly at Harry before his two companions caught her attention.

�I wasn�t aware we were hosting a party, brother. Why are they here, also?�

Harry, and he was sure everyone else, heard the hint of menace in the goddess� voice.

�Harry is still in school and your request for his presence took him out. The stipulation for his allowance to come was for him to bring these two as guardians.�

Athena�s eyes narrowed as she studied Remus and Severus, both of whom stood stoically under her observation.

�We don�t have a need for them, they must go back.�

Harry started, very unhappy with the declaration. He narrowed his own eyes at the goddess as his temper tried to get the better of him.

�Fine, Remus, Severus, you heard the lady. Let�s be off, I�m sure if we hurry, we may be back in time to catch the tail end of dinner. I wasn�t that interested in seeing Mount Olympus anyway.� Harry didn�t even note that he called both his teachers by their first names.

Hercules actually smirked, but the two professors didn�t seem to find anything funny.

�Potter�� Snape�s warning growl went unheeded by the irate teen.

�No Professor. If the gods call for an audience with me, fine. I�m willing to accommodate them. But they have to realize that I have responsibilities that do not include them. I have an education to finish, training to continue, friends to hang out with, and a world to save. So excuse me if my one little request to have the two of you with me being denied sets me off. Either they accept you being with me or we all leave.�

�The little one has you there, sister.�

A second female�s voice entered the conversation and Harry turned to see the most beautiful woman ever standing next to Athena. Her hair was every shade of blonde imaginable, and it shined so brightly it seemed to create an aura about her head. She was wearing an empire-waist gown that fell in folds to her bare feet. The low-cut décolletage showed off her�quite voluptuous assets. Diaphanous cloth was wrapped about her arms. All the cloth flowed and moved as freely as water. A golden-linked chain encircled the waist of the dress, set just below her bust line. About her neck she wore a necklace made of black pearls, and in her hair she had threaded through more pearls, and a star-fish. She wore a crown on her head, and it dipped to the center of her forehead with a small pink diamond. Here eyes were clear sea-green and captured the attention of all who gazed into their fathomless depths.

�I see both of you are going for effect. I thought you didn�t wear your goddess clothes unless it was important?�

�The reception of guests is always important, Hercules. And ones such as these deserve no less than the best.� Aphrodite�s voice chimed, as pure as the clearest bell, beautiful and melodic.

�Ah, right. Are you going to invite us in or leave us standing on the threshold?�

�Just a second, little brother. We have to formally invite them in.�

�You don�t have to do that with Harry. He�s already touched the gate.�

Athena and Aphrodite looked at Harry, both wearing looks of shock and surprise. He shouldn�t have been able to touch the gate and survive. Part of the gate�s security was that anyone who wasn�t allowed or who hadn�t been invited couldn�t touch the gate. If they did, the gate would suck them into itself--thus creating the faces seen on the bars. However, Harry didn�t know that.

In a breathy voice, Aphrodite spoke, �Please enter Olympus. Bring with you no malice or ill intent. Harm none and you shall not be harmed.�

Harry felt a light wave wash over him. He felt light and peaceful. He watched the large gate swing soundlessly open, admitting the outsiders� entrance. They all walked in, looking around the courtyard of Olympus. Harry felt like a first year getting his first glimpse of Hogwarts. The sheer size was almost overwhelming.

�When one enters Olympus, one is not just stepping onto a mountain top, but entering a whole different world. That gate way is actually a portal that shifts time and space.�

Harry caught the bit about shifting time, and then recalled Hercules� mention of the rest of one Earth month.

�Excuse me, but about the shifting of time? Just how fast does time run here on Olympus, comparatively speaking, of course, to Earth?�

Athena glanced at Harry and she found herself wondering how one so young could be such a prominent figure in the darkness clouding the wizarding world. But, oftentimes the greatest things accomplished were done by one person, even a relative child.

�One day on Earth is equivalent to one year on Olympus.�

The two professors and Harry stopped walking at the proclamation. The rest of the month would be fourteen days, which meant they would be spending fourteen years on Olympus, in Olympus time.

�If I might, how would that work out for us? We�re mortal, so we would age accordingly, and I, for one, do not wish to explain to my students why I was gone for two weeks and came back looking one and a half decades older.� Harry and Remus nodded vigorously in agreement with Severus.

Aphrodite and Athena thought about this, it wasn�t something they usually had to worry about. Most mortals were either turned or killed. Obviously, both of those ideas were out of the question.

�Give them an apple to eat.�

This new voice was very masculine. It was deep, rich and resonated with strength and power throughout the courtyard. Harry turned to look and saw a man dressed completely in black. His shirt was loose and the cuffs rolled up his forearms. The bottom flaps were un-tucked from his very crisp trousers. His dark brown hair was short and windblown and mussed. Of course, it was still neater than Harry�s. His eyes were deep and chocolate colored, his jaw chiseled and a bit scruffy; almost as if he�d shaved two days prior.

�As least one of you has enough sense to keep it casual, and it happens to be Ares.�

A glaring contest went on between the half-god and the War God until Remus gently cleared his throat. All eyes immediately turned to him.

�What apple?�

Ares raised an eyebrow and replied, �Have you not heard of the myths and legends of the gods of Olympus? You are wizards, correct?�

�Ares, play nice. That young one is Harry Potter, the one we need to speak with. Those other two are his companions and teachers.� Turning to the wizard trio, Aphrodite asked, �I�m sorry, we�re usually not so rude, but what are your names?�

Remus spoke up, introducing both Severus and himself.

�I am Remus Lupin and this is Severus Snape. We are both professors who teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to which Harry attends.�

�And what classes do you two teach?� Harry decided right then that he liked Aphrodite, but then, he didn�t think she had much of a problem getting people to like her. This time, Snape answered; Harry wasn�t too surprised to note that there was less condescension in his voice. It was bordering on polite and respectful, or maybe it was just plain besotted.

�I teach Potions and Lupin teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts.�

�And I�m sure you do so brilliantly.�

Harry may have decided to like the Love Goddess, but he thought this bit of idle chit-chat could go on for a very long time if nobody stopped it. Seeing as how no one was inclined to do so, Harry decided to.

�Excuse me, I don�t mean to sound disrespectful or anything, but we were in the middle of a discussion. Now, I believe we were worried about our aging while on Olympus, and apples were mentioned. Would someone care to elaborate? For the sake of argument, let�s pretend we�re some hapless, dumb mortals who just landed on Earth and know nothing about Olympus. It might make things go more quickly and easily.�

Hercules smirked again, clearly enjoying someone speaking their mind even, whilst in the presence of gods; Severus had his eyes closed and was pinching the bridge of his nose, and Remus was looking upwards as if seeking some divine intervention of any kind.

�Is he always like this?� It was Ares who spoke, and he sounded curious and amused, which was good. Harry didn�t want to deal with an offended and pissed God of War.

�What, disrespectful? Thoughtless with his words? Impulsive? Impertinent? Troublesome? Take your pick. The answer is yes.�

Harry turned to his professor and smiled serenely and innocently. �Now Professor, you�re exaggerating and you know it. I am the epitome of a studious pupil, one every teacher would be glad and willing to teach.�

�And all those times you�ve almost died? Or ran head first into danger with little to no thought to your safety and the safety of others? The intentional breaking of rules?�

�Now, now Severus. Harry is a good student. He set up an extra curricular class to teach his fellow students. He saved the life of another student, saved the Philosopher�s stone, which included getting by your protection; he helped free an innocent man, and won one-thousand galleons, which he graciously donated to the twins to start their shop. And I know this because they told me.�

Harry triumphantly stuck out his tongue.

�Oh, real mature, Potter.�

�Now, about those apples.� Harry turned his attention back to the gods, who were all watching on bemusedly.

�Actually Harry, why don�t we discuss this someplace else. I don�t believe the courtyard is exactly the best place to hold this meeting.�

Hercules looked to the three gods for agreement and, after receiving it, led them through the courtyard to a large building that made Hogwarts look like a shack. Harry couldn�t figure out what it was made of, and he didn�t want to think of how long it took to build. While it was ornate and beautiful, trimmed in gold, platinum and bronze, Harry thought it was ostentatious. It was all filler and intentionally meant to impress, but whom, Harry couldn�t figure out. Maybe the gods needed to impress themselves.

The group walked into what appeared to be a room, either for conferences or meals. On the walls were evenly spaced stained glass windows. Between them were statue representations of different gods. In the center of the room sat a large slab of marble, and the chairs situated around it were made of obsidian. It was an interesting contrast of black and white.

Harry felt tiny, miniscule and almost non-existent compared to the larger-than-life architecture of what little he�d seen of Olympus.

�Please be seated.� Athena took a seat, after she invited everyone else to do so. She sat in front of the sculpted representation of herself. Aphrodite sat in front of the one of her, and Ares, in front of the one of himself. Harry supposed it was better than name plates.

�As I was saying about the apples; they are golden apples that are used for many different purposes. Some are used to cause immortality, others are used to create trouble and chaos, some are used to cause sleep, et cetera, et cetera. All you have to do is persuade the keeper to give you one.�

Remus looked to Ares, noticing the pained expressions of the other gods� faces. �Who is the keeper of the apples?� If they were that much trouble, Remus was sure he could live with being fourteen years older.

�Eris.�

Severus groaned, very heatedly and wholeheartedly. �Absolutely not! I am not going to get involved with her.�

Ares smirked, one that rivaled one of Snape�s best malicious ones. �I suggest you not let her hear you say that. She doesn�t take kindly to rejection.�

Harry thought it best not to ask. If Severus reacted that strongly to the mention of that goddess, Harry would trust the older man�s judgment and not seek her out either.

�Professor? Isn�t there a potion that can stop the aging process? And if not, maybe you could tweak the aging potion a bit to make one.�

Snape then went into what Harry liked to call Potion Making Mode where he turned off the rest of the world and retreated into his own mind. There, he would go over lists of ingredients, their properties, how long it would take to make, and all other manner of potion making drivel, that Harry couldn�t care less about.

�Maybe�if I were to used dried instead of fresh, crushed�if I were to put it in before the diced frog tongues�let it simmer longer after the mermaid scales are added instead of before��

It was actually a fascinating process. Harry would readily admit, to himself, Remus and the Headmaster, that Professor Severus Snape was truly a master of Potions and sincerely deserved the title.

�I wouldn�t know where to get the ingredients. First, I would have to work towards reversing the effects our being here this short time have had. Then I would have to work at dramatically slowing the age process. Maybe I could add bits of the apple. They would be wonderful additions to my stores. If only they didn�t belong to that goddess.�

He was still off in his own little world, so Harry turned his attention back to the rest of the group.

Remus mock glared at Harry before he said; �Now you�ve done it. He�ll be gone for hours. What�d you have to go and bring potions into it for?�

Harry smirked and shrugged, not at all repentant.

Athena sat quietly throughout the entire exchange, beginning from their entrance into the courtyard. She was studying Harry Potter and his two companions. They say they are the boy�s teachers, but the structure of their relationship says otherwise. They do not act like teacher and pupil, but comrades. People who have fought with each other, against each other, and for each other. Remus� soul was old and troubled, his hands and face riddled with tiny scars. Severus� spirit was almost weary, covered in blankets of cynicism, hurt and anger. And Harry, his whole being radiated loss, pain and sadness.

The trouble brewing in the wizarding world was left to go on for too long. The gods have been inactive with the events of the world for too long, caught up in their own self-pity of loosing followers and believers; too caught up in their own petty disputes. With the state of the current world, that would have to change.

�I believe it is time to bring up the topic for which we requested your presence, Mr. Potter.�

�Please, call me Harry. When ever someone says Mr. Potter, I�m reminded of some annoying and arbitrary witch or wizard coming up to shake my hand and congratulate me.�

�Harry, then. I have been informed of a threat in the wizarding world.�

�Voldemort. I suppose you could call him a threat. You could also say a tidal wave is big and wet. It would be an understatement. He�s an abomination, the likes of which haven�t been seen in the wizarding world, ever. He spreads cruelty and bloodshed everywhere he goes, destroys or corrupts everything he touches, and cloaks everyone and everything in his darkness.�

Harry�s eyes flashed, glowing brighter with his emotions. His words brought Severus from his potions ruminations and effectively captured the attention of everyone at the table.

�He�s smart, strong, cunning, and most of all convinced. He�d be dangerous in any situation due to his power and his amazing battle acumen, but what makes him even more deadly is that he�s on a mission he�s convinced he has to see through. He�s out to purge the wizarding world of its impurities--namely half-bloods and muggleborns. He�s got a reason, continuing the great works of Salazar Slytherin, making him a warrior and purifier, instead of merely a murderer. He is a miserable excuse for a wizard and a man.�

�What�s your connection to him, Harry? What�s your role in this?�

This was what Athena needed to know. She knew of Harry�s connection, but she just didn�t know what, exactly, it was. Her familiar couldn�t tell her for some reason. Athena needed to know if Harry was working for or against Voldemort. After his words, she could easily guess which side the boy was on, but she had to be absolutely positive. She watched as Harry smiled a smile that was cold and cruel, one that she�d seen on Ares� face when he went into a battle he knew he would win, and have fun doing so. She�d seen that smile on Hades� face when he got a particularly nasty soul he would get to punish for eternity. And she saw that smile on Hera�s face when she got the better of Zeus.

�My role? I get to kill him.�

When Harry smiles that way, he scares me. He still does it sometimes, especially when he�s dealing with Poseidon. Those two are worse than Ares and Hercules. And the other gods just encourage them. Gods can be so childish sometimes. Anyway, not much happens after the meeting. In fact, nothing more is said, and everyone goes to bed. Kind of anti-climatic, yeah, but after an exclamation like that, what more needs to be said? Besides, those four mortals were tired, what with crossing dimensions and shifting through time. So the gods, graciously, let them retire for the night. It�s not important, but I just gotta tell everyone what Harry�s bed looked like. It was huge; covered in silks and satins of the deepest blue. Pillows were everywhere, and the bed was as long as one of the tables in the Great Hall and as wide as three of those same tables set together side by side. I only mention it because I want that bed. I�ve been trying to talk Ares into letting me get one, but so far, nothing doing. He won�t budge. Sometimes he can be a real banana brain.

A/N: Okay, the descriptions of the gods were inspired in part from these pictures.

Aphrodite is here: http://www.innerevolution.com/art/images2/Golden_Aphrodite.jpg

Ares is here: http://www.interworx.com.au/users/turnbulm/smith4.jpg

I am not basing this on Xena, however, in my mind, Ares is Kevin Smith is Ares. So, this picture of Kevin Smith is the inspiration for my Ares.

Athena is here: http://eprentice.sdsu.edu/J03CR/cbondoc/Greeks/images/athena2.jpg, and here: http://www.goddess-athena.org/Museum/Sculptures/Alone/Athena_Delvaux.jpg
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