Twilight of the Gods
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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10
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Gathering of the light
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Potterverse, nor do I own any beings from European mythology.
Harry entered the Great Hall slightly before 11 in the morning. He was surprised, when he noticed snowflakes falling from enchanted ceiling. In June? When he looked out of a window for sure, it was snowing there, too. In the Great Hall there sat several Valkyrias and Einherjags he remembered from the previous evening, but also a lot of new visitors. Harry realized they would be Celtic and Slavonic deities and their armies.
There was free place at Ravenclaw table, so he came, sat down and helped himself to a toast and marmalade. Opposite him, there sat a young beautiful woman around 20. She had long black hair, pale face, fine features and a simple white dress. Her eyes were like black endless holes and Harry realized he was staring into them for almost 2 minutes now. He shook and turned his attention back to the breakfast. Woman shyly smiled at him and said:
“I’m sorry. It happens to everyone. Are you one of the English wizards?”
“Yes, I’m Harry Potter. I’m a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Are you going to the strategic meeting at noon?”
“Of course. I will lead the army of my souls against evil.”
“Are you some high ranking deity?”
Woman smiled and said: “My name is Morana. I lead souls to the netherworld. And now I command those of them, who wants to fight in the Final Battle.”
“Nice to meet you”, answered Harry, who still didn’t have a clue who precisely sits opposite him. Suddenly there appeared Hermione with very satisfied expression on her face.
“So how did it go?” asked Harry. He tried to conceal his embarrassment.
“Amazing! But I’m a little sore. Frey went to prepare for the meeting. I’m hungry. Are there some eggs? And a pumpkin juice.” Suddenly Hermione fell silent and starred into Morana’ s eyes. Harry poked her to the ribs and said: “Herm, meet Morana.”
Hermione’ s mouth fell open and she examined the goddess up and down.
“Ah, Slavonic goddess of death and winter. I’m honored to meet you. Are you sitting at Ravenclaw table because you like ravens? And is there somewhere Morrigan? She also likes them.”
Morana pointed to the other side of Ravenclaw table to a bunch of Celtic warriors surrounding fierce black haired woman in scale mail. She sat on a lap of one warrior and shouted something to another one. Morana shook her head over behavior of the other goddess of death.
“Almost everyone is here. Just look for yourself. See you at the meeting.” And Morana gracefully went away.
Meeting
Professor McGonagall welcomed everyone at the meeting in the teachers lounge and asked them all to introduce themselves and briefly describe their abilities.
“My name is Minerva McGonagall. I’m leader of wizarding Order of the Phoenix and other wizards would join us under my command.”
“I’m Odin. I lead Einherjags and here my daughter Reginleif is the leader of Valkyrias. My son Thor can kill giants with his hammer. We are under prophecy as well – I’ll have to fight giant wolf Fenri and Thor will have to fight world-snake Midgardsormer.”
“I’m Tyr, Viking war god. I’m something as a strategic advisor. Other would come as well, but they are gods without special abilities in battles.”
“I’m Morrigan, goddess of death and war. I can decide, which mortal man die in a battle. Unluckily, there stand only several mortals against us. But I look forward to the fight.”
“Manannan, sea god. I’ll help Thor with the Midgardsormer.”
“Lugh. I lead the army of heroes.”
“Morana. A lot of my souls decided to fight, so I’m here with them as their team leader. I’ve got moras in my army. I will send them tonight. They can kill in sleep.”
“I’m Perun, leader of other Slavonic gods. I can fight with lightning just like Thor or Taranis can.”
Suddenly there appeared two feather winged newcomers, one of them extremely beautiful blond man or woman in a plate mail, the other looked exactly like Severus Snape in muggle clothes except for those white feathered wings. Winged Snape looked around, gave them all a sneer and looking at the ceiling started with low silken voice:
“I’m Metatron, the voice of the god. Our god decided to send you one squadron of his angels. Here Gabriel is their commander. With military problems you will turn to him, with other things to me. Is it clear enough? Is there something funny, witch? Perhaps with me?”
Harry gasped for air with laughter and quietly added so only giggling McGonagall could hear him: “Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention tonight with Filch for indecent behavior.”
“No, sorry, you just reminded me someone.”
“I’ll prefer you all let me alone.” With this Metatron walked to a chair near the hearth, hided his wings, sat down, crossed his arms over his chest and glared to anybody, who looked his direction.
“Sorry, he’s always like that.” Said Gabriel with voice too low for a woman, but too high for a man and continued “We use flame swords and we can spew fire on sinners. I hope there are sinners against us, are they?”
Pagan gods looked a little confusedly from one to another, but then Morrigan said: ”As long as they are on our side…yes, Gabriel, they all are sinners. Come sit here.”
Odin spoke as the god with seer’ s ability: “It started with one evil human wizard Voldemort. He has his bunch of other wizards called Death Eaters. He made alliance with several packs of werewolves and he contacted American vampire coven with the most deadly and ancient of these monsters. But then he contacted giants and that’ s why the Final Battle is about to start. Giants left Niffelheim, Muspelheim and Jotunheim and they all are here in Midgard. That’s why the Fimbulwinter started – we are near the ice giants. Fire giants are in Africa – it’s almost burned by now. We had to come, but we had to be summoned and for that I thank to wizards. But Voldemort has other allies, who hunger for ancient revenges – there are Celtic Firbolgs and Slavonic bieses and I’m afraid Christian demons would come as well. The Prophecy says we are going to lose and world would end, but I hope we can win, when we unite our forces.”
“What about humans?” Asked Radegast.
“I’m afraid a lot of them died already and a lot is going to die in the nearest future. Africa is burned, Scandinavia and Canada are under glaciers of Niffelheim giants and Siberia and part of Asia is raided by Jotunheim pack. Voldemort set dementors loose over Europe.”
“That’s terrible, can we somehow stop it?”
“Only by killing all the giants. Another bad news: Midgardsormer showed himself near Island, his moves are causing local floods. Listen everybody now, my plan is this…”
Harry entered the Great Hall slightly before 11 in the morning. He was surprised, when he noticed snowflakes falling from enchanted ceiling. In June? When he looked out of a window for sure, it was snowing there, too. In the Great Hall there sat several Valkyrias and Einherjags he remembered from the previous evening, but also a lot of new visitors. Harry realized they would be Celtic and Slavonic deities and their armies.
There was free place at Ravenclaw table, so he came, sat down and helped himself to a toast and marmalade. Opposite him, there sat a young beautiful woman around 20. She had long black hair, pale face, fine features and a simple white dress. Her eyes were like black endless holes and Harry realized he was staring into them for almost 2 minutes now. He shook and turned his attention back to the breakfast. Woman shyly smiled at him and said:
“I’m sorry. It happens to everyone. Are you one of the English wizards?”
“Yes, I’m Harry Potter. I’m a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Are you going to the strategic meeting at noon?”
“Of course. I will lead the army of my souls against evil.”
“Are you some high ranking deity?”
Woman smiled and said: “My name is Morana. I lead souls to the netherworld. And now I command those of them, who wants to fight in the Final Battle.”
“Nice to meet you”, answered Harry, who still didn’t have a clue who precisely sits opposite him. Suddenly there appeared Hermione with very satisfied expression on her face.
“So how did it go?” asked Harry. He tried to conceal his embarrassment.
“Amazing! But I’m a little sore. Frey went to prepare for the meeting. I’m hungry. Are there some eggs? And a pumpkin juice.” Suddenly Hermione fell silent and starred into Morana’ s eyes. Harry poked her to the ribs and said: “Herm, meet Morana.”
Hermione’ s mouth fell open and she examined the goddess up and down.
“Ah, Slavonic goddess of death and winter. I’m honored to meet you. Are you sitting at Ravenclaw table because you like ravens? And is there somewhere Morrigan? She also likes them.”
Morana pointed to the other side of Ravenclaw table to a bunch of Celtic warriors surrounding fierce black haired woman in scale mail. She sat on a lap of one warrior and shouted something to another one. Morana shook her head over behavior of the other goddess of death.
“Almost everyone is here. Just look for yourself. See you at the meeting.” And Morana gracefully went away.
Meeting
Professor McGonagall welcomed everyone at the meeting in the teachers lounge and asked them all to introduce themselves and briefly describe their abilities.
“My name is Minerva McGonagall. I’m leader of wizarding Order of the Phoenix and other wizards would join us under my command.”
“I’m Odin. I lead Einherjags and here my daughter Reginleif is the leader of Valkyrias. My son Thor can kill giants with his hammer. We are under prophecy as well – I’ll have to fight giant wolf Fenri and Thor will have to fight world-snake Midgardsormer.”
“I’m Tyr, Viking war god. I’m something as a strategic advisor. Other would come as well, but they are gods without special abilities in battles.”
“I’m Morrigan, goddess of death and war. I can decide, which mortal man die in a battle. Unluckily, there stand only several mortals against us. But I look forward to the fight.”
“Manannan, sea god. I’ll help Thor with the Midgardsormer.”
“Lugh. I lead the army of heroes.”
“Morana. A lot of my souls decided to fight, so I’m here with them as their team leader. I’ve got moras in my army. I will send them tonight. They can kill in sleep.”
“I’m Perun, leader of other Slavonic gods. I can fight with lightning just like Thor or Taranis can.”
Suddenly there appeared two feather winged newcomers, one of them extremely beautiful blond man or woman in a plate mail, the other looked exactly like Severus Snape in muggle clothes except for those white feathered wings. Winged Snape looked around, gave them all a sneer and looking at the ceiling started with low silken voice:
“I’m Metatron, the voice of the god. Our god decided to send you one squadron of his angels. Here Gabriel is their commander. With military problems you will turn to him, with other things to me. Is it clear enough? Is there something funny, witch? Perhaps with me?”
Harry gasped for air with laughter and quietly added so only giggling McGonagall could hear him: “Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention tonight with Filch for indecent behavior.”
“No, sorry, you just reminded me someone.”
“I’ll prefer you all let me alone.” With this Metatron walked to a chair near the hearth, hided his wings, sat down, crossed his arms over his chest and glared to anybody, who looked his direction.
“Sorry, he’s always like that.” Said Gabriel with voice too low for a woman, but too high for a man and continued “We use flame swords and we can spew fire on sinners. I hope there are sinners against us, are they?”
Pagan gods looked a little confusedly from one to another, but then Morrigan said: ”As long as they are on our side…yes, Gabriel, they all are sinners. Come sit here.”
Odin spoke as the god with seer’ s ability: “It started with one evil human wizard Voldemort. He has his bunch of other wizards called Death Eaters. He made alliance with several packs of werewolves and he contacted American vampire coven with the most deadly and ancient of these monsters. But then he contacted giants and that’ s why the Final Battle is about to start. Giants left Niffelheim, Muspelheim and Jotunheim and they all are here in Midgard. That’s why the Fimbulwinter started – we are near the ice giants. Fire giants are in Africa – it’s almost burned by now. We had to come, but we had to be summoned and for that I thank to wizards. But Voldemort has other allies, who hunger for ancient revenges – there are Celtic Firbolgs and Slavonic bieses and I’m afraid Christian demons would come as well. The Prophecy says we are going to lose and world would end, but I hope we can win, when we unite our forces.”
“What about humans?” Asked Radegast.
“I’m afraid a lot of them died already and a lot is going to die in the nearest future. Africa is burned, Scandinavia and Canada are under glaciers of Niffelheim giants and Siberia and part of Asia is raided by Jotunheim pack. Voldemort set dementors loose over Europe.”
“That’s terrible, can we somehow stop it?”
“Only by killing all the giants. Another bad news: Midgardsormer showed himself near Island, his moves are causing local floods. Listen everybody now, my plan is this…”