Time Twister

An/ OK sorry about the long wait guys it’s been done for ages but my email has been acting up so my beta Tomfeltonisdeadsexy didn’t get it. Anyway she is like totally awesome and I would be up a creek without a paddle without her.


“What do you means, James?” asked Harry, glaring at the tall figure at the door. “Gin, get behind me.”

“I mean Leo, or should I say Harry, that girl behind you is not your feisty beloved,” the dark haired youth replied.

“What do you mean? Of course I would know my own girlfriend, and how do you know our true names?” accused Harry.

The young man just shook his head side to side with a sigh. “Harry, Harry, Harry, it’s almost impossible to hide your thoughts from a god; even if you are part god yourself, it is no match for the complete thing.”

“You’re talking nonsense, James. You're no god. You're just part god like me… WAIT! How did you know about that?” hissed Harry.

“Am I Harry?” he asked with one eyebrow raised. “I believe I have stated before that I’m not James.”

“If you’re not James then who the hell are you?” Harry asked.

“Your, defending her with all your heart, you better watch out or else your little redhead will get jelous,” said the young male, stepping ever closer.

“I give you my word; just take a little look. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll move away,” he said, backing up until he was back against the door. “See now, just turn your head and look.”

“Sure, take my eyes off the guy who is a few knuts short of a sickle, what can happen?” Harry snipped, slowly reaching for his wand.

“JUST TURN YOUR STUPID PIG-HEADED BOY! GOOD Zeus THERE IS NO WAY THIS BOY IS ONE OF MINE!” the youth snapped eyes emanating a golden glow, glaring over Harry’s shoulder. “I have half a mind to send you to Hades. "

Harry’s green eyes widened in shock at the glowing eyes, then narrowed and hardened at the threat. His lips contorted into snarl, rage and power flooded his veins. Before he knew it, his wand was drawn. “Stupefy!” he cried, sending a jet of scarlet light at the other teen.

“But how,” was all he muttered before he was sent into the wall behind him, his face frozen in a shocked expression.

“Come on, Ginny!” Harry said, grabbing the slender wrist in his grasp and headed for the door, only to be stopped by the unexpected dead weight. “Come on, Gin, we don’t have time for this. Who knows how long that stun will hold him." He tugged at the girl’s still unmoving arm. “WE DON’T HAVE MUCH TI…,” he started, only to stop mid sentence and drop the hand that he was holding and back away. “How?” he gasped in confusion. When he turned around, instead of meeting creamy chocolate eyes, he met pool of green that surpassed his own in brilliance, and in place of red fiery hair, soft slivery hair flowed down like moonlight to rest on creamy sun kissed shoulders. “Artemis.”

“Hello, Harry,” she replied with a smile.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “How do you know my real name?”

The silver headed deity tilted her head to the side, appraising the young man in front of her. “Well, as dumb as he is, there is one thing Apollo got correct; it’s hard to hide things from gods.

“Apollo? As in the sun god and your brother?” asked Harry, paling slightly.

“And as in the Potter Patriarch,” she replied.

“If he is the all mighty sun god, how is it that a wizard like me was able to take him out?” Harry asked.

“ I wasn’t expecting you to be strong enough to invoke and focus your god aspect to that level,” came a groan from the door. Harry looked to see the regal deity leaning against the door with one leg bent, looking like any normal teenager. “Hell, most demy-gods aren’t suppose to be able to reach that level of power.”

“Well, he is our descendant, brother; he’s bound to be powerful. And stop slouching against that door pouting; have some dignity. You are a god!” snipped Artemis, narrowing her eyes in distaste at the divine raven’s posture.

The golden eyed youth got to his feet, dusting his body off in an uncivilized manner, stared into the brilliant emerald pools of emotion, and shrugged. “Like you said, sister, he is our descendant. That makes him family, so no need to be so prudish, and I’m not pouting, I’m just shocked that he is so advanced without our help.”

Though all of this, Harry stood in place as he witnessed the sun and moon siblings banter back and forth before he finally interrupted. “What are you guys talking about? All I did was a simple stun.”

Two sets of eyes turned to stare at their bloodline’s offspring. “You haven’t figured it out? Have you?” asked Apollo, razing an eyebrow.

Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion, and he shook his head no.

“Did you really think a simple stunning spell could affect a pure blooded god even from the strongest of mortals?” asked Apollo before he turned to his sister. “Show him, Artemis.”

The silver haired maiden nodded her head at her brother before turning her attention back to Harry. “It's simple mechanics; gods can not be harmed by mortal spells unless the caster of magic is divine. In your case, it is strange to find a demy-god with the strength to even phase a god without fully coming into their inheritance, but you have done that and yours are just now starting to show.”

“But I haven’t come into my inheritance,” Harry stated.

“You're right, you haven’t, but you’re close, very very close,” said Artemis,mystically walking over to the wall. Slowly, Artemis waved her arm over head and a full length mirror framed in ebony appeared on the previously bare wall. “Come see for yourself, if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t know what I’m… OH GODS, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?” said panicked Harry as he pushed past Artemis, yelling in shock as he saw his reflection.

Apollo stalked over behind his teenaged descendant's left shoulder, stared at the boy's reflection, and said with a smirk. “You rang or was that a rhetorical question?”

Artemis stepped up by Harry’s other side and smacked her brother before turning her attention to the shocked teen. “I don’t know why you’re so shocked; you’re a fine example of demy-god. I would bet my finest quiver that both girls and boys alike, mortal and divine, will stop dead in their tracks to drool over you,” she said, smiling at him in the mirror.

Harry narrowed his eyes at that huntress with all the hostility he could muster at her intimidating form. “I don’t like boys!” He stated.

This caused Artemis’s face to contort in an attempted to keep a chuckle in which failed. Once she had regained control, she brought one of her delicate hands up to stroke his cheek. “I never said you did, young one, I was just simply stating a fact. Besides, I’m sure that a certain red-headed minx will greatly… enjoy your new attributes.”

Harry took his gaze from the Silver haired huntress and the beautiful bronzed youth to appraise his appearances again. His untamable jet-black hair had settled some, but still retained some of its original wild essence that made it the bane of every combs existence, and from a the tips to and inch in was tipped with a mortally unnatural color of silver that outshown even the vain villas. His lightly tanned skin that he got from long Quidditch matches had darkened to A light bronze color that shined as if it was being bathed in constant moonlight. Above all else, the most amazing out of all these quality were his eyes. The once solid emerald pools had become specked with gold, making them hypnotically dazzling. “Do you really think she will?” he asked.

At that comment, Apollo’s mouth twitched into a cocky grin. “Of course she will; we’ll have to make sure we cast some glamour’s on those eyes or else she may just pounce on you in the middle of a lecture. And, my dear sister, may be willing to bet her best quiver, but I’m willing to bet my bow that you stand a good chance of expanding so much that you will reach full god hood. I’d also wager my lyre that these aren’t the only changes you will be getting once your inheritance fully comes in.”

Speckled eyes widened in shock. “You mean my god blood still hasn’t awakened! Then what’s all this?” he asked, waving his arm over his head down toward his feet.

“I’m afraid not, Harry,” said Artemis, her face and voice soft with sympathy. “As I’m sure Lily has told Harry, the moment of which you inheritance starts to come in is intensely painful and will only occur when you body and mind are ready for the extra knowledge and power correct?”

Harry nodded his head . “Yes, why?”

Artemis looked over to her brother and nodded, and Apollo, who instantly placed a firm grip on the boy's shoulders, gave a gentle squeeze. “Well, if Lily has told you that, then she probably also told you that dormant god inheritances can become active when the person or someone they care about are in mortal danger.”
Harry once again nodded his head.

“Well, once that occurs, the powers, and all the attributes the person gains from their inheritances is suppose to start to go away immediately after the danger has past. However; seeing as your god traits are taking a while to disperse, that means that your inheritance will be preparing to emerge any day now, and it might be better to induce it rather than run the chance of you falling down in middle of your classes and start transforming, effectively blowing your cover.”

“You can do that?” asked Harry, looking at the sun god.

“Yes it’s possible, but normally it's preferred that it happens naturally, but with as much power as you have, and with as close as you are, we think speeding it up a few days won’t hurt,” said Artemis.

“Are we going to do it here?” asked Harry.

“No,we're going to do it somewhere safer,” stated Apollo, taking his hand off Harry's shoulder and snapping his fingers.
Instantly, the walls and furniture started to melt away until they were surrounded by nothing. Slowly, the ground became a carpet of lush green grass. Trees fazed into existence all around them. When everything returned to a solid, they were in the middle of a forest clearing with the tree canopy thick with leaves that were just starting to change colors for the fall season. Up above the stars shined like diamonds against black velvet of the highest quality. In the direct center of the clearing was a small pound with water so pure that your image was reflected back as if you were looking into a mirror. At one end of the pond, a babbling brook trickled into it then back out to the forest at the other end.

“Where and what is this place?” asked Harry, turning around and around, looking at all the wonders.

“This place is called woods between words, Harry,” said Artemis.

“It’s kind of like a limbo or halfway point between the mortal and divine realms. Extra space It’s a place that can only be reached by those who have divine blood running though there veins, so we are perfectly safe here for you change,” said Artemis.

“How are you going to get my powers to emerge for good?” asked Harry, turning his attention back toward Apollo and Artemis.

“Have you ever heard of ambrosia, Harry?” asked Apollo.

“Yes, it’s the drink of the gods said to give immortality to anyone who drinks it,” said Harry.

“Well, part of that is true. Ambrosia is the drink of the gods, but it doesn’t give immortality to whoever drinks it. When you drink it, it floods your system with energy. If a mortal were to drink it, they would die from the shear amount of power flooding the veins, killing them from the inside out. However, if someone with a god's blood running in their line, no matter how diluted, it will seek out that blood and awaken it to full strength. However, gods usually don’t give their semi divine descendants Ambrosia because even though it brings on their inheritance, if there body and soul is not matured enough, the forced transformation can tear their body apart,” said Apollo.

“Is there a chance that that will happen to me?” asked Harry, fear flashing in his eyes before disappearing.

“No, you are quite literally on the threshold. It's been almost thirty minutes since your traits immerged when you thought I was threatening your young love and they have hardly began to fade, but there will still be quite a bit of pain. Do you want to do this; you don’t have to,” said Artemis.

“No, you both are right. We need to do this now, or else we risk me blowing my cover, not only to my father, but to the whole world. Let's do it.” said Harry, his eyes hardening in determination.

“Very well,” said Apollo. With a wave of his hand, a gold chalice appeared in his hand which he carefully handed to Harry.

Harry gingerly took the heavy gold cup and looked in. The content was a thick amber liquid, filled to the brim, that smelled heavily of fruit and honey. Harry slowly lifted it to his lips and hesitantly took a sip. Immediately, his eyes went wide with shock and hesitant sips became hurried gulps as if he had never had a drink in his life. The taste was nothing short of divine; it warmed his body from the tips of his hairs to the bottoms of his toes down to his very marrow. All too soon, the source of the pleasure was gone leaving Harry wanting more, gulping like a fish out of water. Harry didn’t know what the two gods were talking about; the sensation was the best thing he ever experienced . His blood was singing with warmth and his stomach was tingling.

“What are you two talking about? This is the best feeling ev….AGH!!!!!!” Harry cried, dropping the cup to cover his stomach as the tickling in his stomach turned to a cramp, and his warmed blood felt like it was boiling. “What's happening?” Harry groaned, falling to his knees then to his side as he was hit by anther crippling cramp.

“Don’t worry, Harry, this is how it’s suppose to happen ,” Apollo said.

“He’s right, Harry, and I know it's hard, but it helps if you concentrate,” said Artemis, falling to her knees, stroking his cheeks softly.

“I can't, I can't, it hurts so much!” cried Harry, tears streaming as he struggled to retain his vision.

“Yes, you can. You’re strong, you’re the strongest demy-god that has and ever will exist. You can do it; just concentrate.” hissed Apollo.

“NO! NO! NO! MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!”