December 26th, 1985
6:30 AM
Location: Paris, France
The morning sun bathed Paris in a golden glow, illuminating its timeless architecture and bustling streets. The city of love and light stood in serene splendor, its charm amplified by the season. Harriet, accompanied by her bound mates, walked through the cobbled streets, their breath visible in the crisp winter air. Paris's beauty was undeniable, and Aphrodite's influence was evident as the group felt a faint warmth settle over them, a subtle reminder of the goddess's domain.
Before leaving them, Aphrodite had placed a gentle kiss on Harriet's forehead and said, "Enjoy Paris, my little flame. It holds secrets and memories for you...ones that your parents wished you to have. They filed paperwork at the French Ministry of Magic long ago but never retrieved it due to the war. It's time you claimed what is yours." With that, Aphrodite had vanished in a swirl of soft light, leaving Harriet and her bound mates to explore.
Now, as they stood before the grand French Ministry of Magic in Place Cachée, Harriet felt a mix of curiosity and anticipation. The ornate building stood as a testament to the rich magical history of France, its golden gates gleaming in the early light.
Fleur, standing beside Harriet, placed a gentle hand on her arm. "This is where we'll find what your mother and father left for you. I'm sure of it," she said, her melodic French accent adding to the moment's weight.
Harriet nodded. "Let's go."
Location: French Ministry of Magic, Place Cachée
Inside, the Ministry was a blend of elegance and magic. A witch at the reception desk greeted them with a smile. When Harriet explained her purpose, the receptionist's expression shifted to one of recognition.
"Ah, you must be Harriet Potter," the witch said, her voice laced with a touch of emotion. "Your parents came here years ago. I have something for you."
She retrieved a neatly sealed folder and handed it to Harriet, her hands trembling slightly. "They knew they might not live to see you grow up. They wanted you to have this. They also left a letter."
Harriet accepted the folder and the letter, her heart heavy yet steady. "Thank you," she said softly.
The group moved to a quiet corner of the Ministry one that built for moments like this. Harriet opened the folder first, revealing its contents. At the top were official papers confirming her dual citizenship...British and French…filed by Lily and James when Harriet was just four months old. There was also a photograph.
In the image, a radiant Lily sat on a park bench, holding a laughing four-month-old Harriet in her arms. Behind her, James stood with his hands on Lily's shoulders, his expression filled with pride. The warmth and love in the photo were almost tangible, and Harriet couldn't help but smile.
Hermione leaned over, her eyes soft. "You look so happy," she said. Susan added, "They loved you so much, Harriet. You can see it in their faces." Harriet gently set the photo aside and unfolded the letter. The sight of her parents' handwriting brought a lump to her throat. The words within were filled with love, hope, and a warning;
To Our Dearest Harriet,
If you're reading this, it means we are no longer with you, though we wish with all our hearts that we could be. Know that we love you more than words can express. You were our light, our joy, and our greatest accomplishment.
We also write to warn you. Be watchful of Albus Dumbledore. He is a man with great power and ambition, and he dreams of shaping the wizarding world into his vision of perfection...a vision that may cost others their freedom. He will use any means to achieve his goals, including you.
Stay strong, our darling girl. Trust in yourself and those who truly love you. You are destined for greatness, but remember, your heart will always be your greatest strength.
With all our love,
Mum and Dad
Tears welled in Harriet's eyes as she finished reading, but they didn't fall. Instead, a small, bittersweet smile graced her lips. She looked at her bound mates, then at Fleur, who had been quietly watching her.
"It's strange," Harriet said, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside her. "Reading this doesn't make me sad. Their souls are on Olympus. I can talk to them anytime I want. This letter is a reminder of who they were and how much they loved me while they were alive."
Fleur stepped closer and pulled Harriet into a tight hug. Her arms wrapped around Harriet's waist, and she rested her head against Harriet's shoulder. "They would be proud of you," Fleur whispered. "We all are."
The rest of Harriet's bound mates joined them, forming a circle of warmth and love around her. The moment wasn't one of sadness but of unity...a family brought together by fate, love, and unshakable bonds.
As Harriet tucked the letter back into the folder, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. Paris had given her more than just a connection to her past; it had reminded her of the strength she carried within her. With her bound mates by her side, she was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
Time: 7:00 AM (0700 Hours)
Location: Main Gate of the Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
The crisp morning air of the French countryside carried a serene stillness as Harriet and her bound mates followed Fleur and Gabrielle toward the Delacour family estate. The large wrought-iron gates of the property came into view, the towering manor beyond exuding both elegance and history.
Unbeknownst to most of the group, Harriet's senses were on high alert. The faint crunch of footsteps in the underbrush behind them and the subtle shift of magic in the air had not gone unnoticed. Someone was following them.
Her sharp emerald eyes flickered to the tree line without turning her head, her posture deceptively relaxed as her hand drifted subtly to her hip. The weight of the Beretta 92FS pistol at her side was a comforting presence.
As the group neared the gates, the unseen follower made their move. A stunning spell shot toward them, its shimmering light streaking through the air right at Harriet. Before anyone else could react, Harriet's pistol was out in a flash and on one knee as the stunning spell right over Harriet's Head hitting a tree in the destion. The sharp crack of a 9x19mm hollow-point bullet round echoed through the still morning, and the assailant, a female witch, cried out in pain as the bullet struck her shoulder. Her wand clattered to the ground as she collapsed, clutching her wounded arm with wide eyes.
The rest of the group turned in shock at the sudden noise, only to see Harriet standing with her pistol trained on the witch. Her movements were fluid, calculated, and without hesitation. The Delacour family's gate guards came running, wands drawn, followed closely by Jean and Apolline, who had just returned from Olympus the day before.
"What is going on?" Jean demanded, his gaze darting between Harriet and the wounded witch on the ground.
The guards paused when they saw the scene. Harriet stood up form her kneeing postion like a soldier in perfect form, her weapon pointed at the assailant with precision. "She attacked us…," Harriet said coldly, her voice steady and unyielding. She kicked the witch's wand further away with her boot, her eyes never leaving the would-be attacker.
From her back pocket, Harriet retrieved the paperwork confirming her dual citizenship and handed it to one of the guards. "...as a dual citizen, I have the authority to defend myself and my companions here. Verify it if you must," she said firmly.
The guards exchanged a look before nodding, one of them taking the documents to review. Harriet then knelt slightly, her pistol still trained on the witch. "Who sent you?" she asked sharply.
The witch glared at her, pain and defiance warring in her eyes. After a long pause, she hissed through clenched teeth, "I didn't come alone."
Harriet's lips curled into a grim and knowing smile. "I figured as much."
As if on cue, four more witches emerged from the tree line, their wands drawn and spells on their lips. Before the first spell could be cast, Harriet moved like lightning. Her second Beretta was drawn, and four more sharp cracks rang out in rapid succession form both Beretta's. Each one of the witch fell to the ground, clutching their shoulders as their wands flew from their hands and on to the ground.
Jean and Apolline, along with the guards, stared in stunned silence. Apolline's eyes flicked to Harriet, her shock giving way to quiet admiration. "I see now why she's a Second Lieutenant…" she whispered to Jean. "I am proud of our daughter-in-law."
Harriet, her pistols still raised and trained on the attackers, holstered them with swift precision. Without missing a beat, she summoned an MP5A3 Submachine Gun loaded with 9x19mm hollow-point bullets, the sleek weapon appearing in her hands as she adjusted her stance for better control. The sight of the weapon made Apolline blink, her whispered words catching in her throat.
The arrival of five French Aurors interrupted the tension. They swept in, their wands pointed at the incapacitated witches on the ground. "What happened here…I was only told of one witch what is with the other four?" one of them, clearly the leader demanded, his eyes narrowing at the scene.
Harriet straightened, her MP5A3 held with military precision but pointed at the ground. "These witches attempted an ambush," she said, her voice calm but commanding. "They were following us and made their move when we reached the gate. They've been disarmed and incapacitated."
The lead Auror looked at the five witches, their faces pale with pain and fear, before turning back to Harriet. "And you handled them alone?"
Harriet's lips quirked into a faint smile. "I had the tools for the job."
The Auror shook his head, muttering something under his breath before signaling his team to secure the prisoners.
Fleur stepped forward, her voice steady but tinged with anger. "This is an insult to my family's honor. To attack my guests at our gates is unacceptable."
Jean placed a hand on Fleur's shoulder, his expression hard. "We will pursue this matter, Harriet. You've done more than enough already."
Harriet nodded, finally lowering her MP5A3 and letting it vanish as she did not needed it anymore. She turned to her bound mates, who were all watching her with admiration. Hermione smiled softly. "You always know what to do, don't you?"
"Not always," Harriet replied, her voice lightening. "But when someone attacks my family, they don't get a second chance."
The Delacour guards and the Aurors secured the attackers while Harriet's group passed through the gates, the tension easing now that the danger had passed. As they entered the estate, Apolline leaned close to Fleur, her voice quiet but filled with pride.
"She's remarkable," Apolline said, glancing at Harriet. "Our family is fortunate to have her."
Fleur smiled, her eyes warm as she watched Harriet walk ahead. "Yes, we are."
The group made their way toward the manor, the grandeur of the estate welcoming them. Despite the morning's events, Harriet felt a sense of peace settle over her. She was among family, and no one…not even Dumbledore's supporters…would take that from her.
Time: 7:10 AM (0710 Hours)
Location: Living Room, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
The living room of the Delacour family estate was a picture of cozy elegance. Plush furniture was arranged around a grand fireplace, the flickering flames casting a warm glow across the room. Harriet and several of her bound mates had claimed the five-person couch, with Harriet sitting in the center, Gabrielle perched comfortably in her lap. Fleur was on one side of Harriet, Hermione on the other, with Susan and Dora completing the lineup.
Sam, Yasaka, and Samantha stood just behind the couch, their protective instincts compelling them to remain close. Their watchful gazes softened, however, at the sight of the group relaxing after the earlier excitement.
After a few minutes, Apolline, Jean, and several helpers entered the room carrying large trays laden with plates. Each plate held a hearty breakfast: a choice of 24oz ribeye steaks, 24oz porterhouse steaks, or 18 oz New York strip steaks, along with fried eggs, pan-fried potatoes and onions, and mugs of steaming hot chocolate.
The helpers handed out the plates to the bound mates first, each receiving their preferred meal. Harriet's plate bore two large ribeye steaks, the fried eggs placed neatly on the side. Gabrielle giggled in Harriet's lap, occasionally stealing bites from her own plate while leaning back into Harriet's warmth.
"Merci, Maman," Fleur said softly as Apolline handed her a plate.
"Eat well, mon cœur," Apolline replied with a smile, brushing a gentle hand over Fleur's hair before stepping back.
Apolline and Jean took their own plates and stood off to the side, watching Harriet and her bound mates. The room buzzed with lively conversation as the group ate. Dora, ever playful, made a mock attempt to steal one of Harriet's steaks. Harriet caught her hand effortlessly, giving her a bemused look.
"Dora," Harriet said in a tone of mock warning, "if you want another steak, just ask."
"But it tastes better when it's yours," Dora replied with a cheeky grin, prompting laughter from the group.
While Harriet pretended to scold Dora, her attention was partially focused on the conversation happening across the room. Two guards had entered, carrying their own plates, and one of them approached Jean and Apolline with a formal air.
"Minister Delacour," the female guard addressed Jean, handing him a coffee before continuing. "The five witches are secured in the cells at the Bureau des Aurors. They are under heavy guard, and no one is permitted to speak with them except you, Madame Delacour, or those present in this room."
Jean nodded solemnly. "Good. Keep it that way. Their presence here raises questions that we need to answer carefully."
The guard hesitated before adding, "It's worth noting that they seem to have been sent with specific instructions. From what we've gathered so far, their orders came from someone very familiar with Miss Potter's movements."
Apolline's expression hardened. "Dumbledore," she said quietly, her tone sharp with suspicion. "This reeks of his interference, like he thinks what knows best for Harriet…our daughter-in-law, Jean."
Harriet, while maintaining an animated conversation with her bound mates and playfully intercepting Dora's next attempt to steal her food, listened closely. She didn't react outwardly, but her sharp ears caught every word.
"You know," Harriet said suddenly, her tone light and teasing as she deftly blocked another of Dora's grabs, "if you spent as much energy eating your own food as you do trying to steal mine, you'd be finished by now."
The room erupted in laughter, Gabrielle nearly spilling her hot chocolate in her fit of giggles. "You'll never win, Dora," Gabrielle chimed in, grinning up at Harriet.
"I'll get you next time, Potter," Dora retorted dramatically, earning more chuckles.
Apolline and Jean exchanged a look, their concern momentarily softened by the laughter filling the room. Apolline leaned toward her husband and whispered, "I see now why she commands so much loyalty. She's more than a leader; she's family."
Jean nodded, his eyes lingering on Harriet as she divided her attention effortlessly between her bound mates and the conversations around her. "And she's our family now," he said quietly. "Whatever comes, we'll stand by her."
As the group continued eating, Harriet glanced over her shoulder at Sam, Yasaka, and Samantha. "You three aren't just standing there, are you?" she asked, her voice light but with an edge of genuine concern.
"We're fine, Harriet," Sam said with a small smile. "It feels right being here."
Yasaka nodded, her golden eyes shimmering in the firelight. "We're where we need to be."
Harriet's gaze softened as she looked back at them. "Alright, but let me know if you change your minds. There's plenty of food."
The three exchanged a look before Yasaka spoke again, her voice warm. "Just watching over you is enough for now."
The laughter and warmth in the room continued, filling the Delacour estate with a sense of belonging and unity. Harriet, surrounded by those she loved and trusted, felt a deep contentment. Even with the shadow of Dumbledore's interference looming, this moment was hers….and she intended to savor it.
Time: 7:20 AM (0720 Hours)
Location: Living Room, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
With breakfast finished and the plates cleared away by the helpful staff, the living room buzzed with energy as Harriet and her bound mates gathered to plan their week in France. The warm glow of the fireplace and the cozy atmosphere set the perfect stage for excited chatter. Gabrielle remained in Harriet's lap, occasionally chiming in with suggestions, while Fleur leaned forward, animatedly describing places she wanted to show everyone.
"We must visit the Eiffel Tower, of course," Fleur said, her French accent lending an elegant charm to her words. "It is iconic, and the view from the top is magnifique."
Gabrielle nodded enthusiastically. "And the Louvre! The art there is unlike anything else in the world."
Hermione, sitting beside Harriet, was already jotting down notes in her enchanted planner. "Those are wonderful suggestions," she said, smiling. "What about exploring the magical side of Paris? Place Cachée has some fascinating shops and historical spots."
Harriet glanced around at her bound mates, who were all nodding in agreement. "Those all sound perfect," she said, her voice warm. "But I think we should start with the city itself. Walking through Paris, seeing the streets, the culture…it's something we shouldn't miss."
The group murmured their agreement, and Fleur smiled brightly. "A perfect idea. Paris has a soul that cannot be understood from afar…you must walk its streets to truly feel it."
As the plans began to take shape, the door to the living room opened, drawing everyone's attention. Five female French Aurors entered, their navy blue robes and silver badges reflecting the sunlight streaming in through the tall windows. The middle Auror, a tall woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun, stepped forward and addressed Harriet directly.
"Miss Potter," she began, her tone professional but not unkind. "Due to the attempted kidnapping earlier, the Bureau des Aurors has assigned us to accompany you and your companions during your time in France. As a citizen of our country and a guest of Minister Delacour, your safety is our highest priority."
The other Aurors stood at attention, their expressions serious but respectful. Harriet studied them for a moment, then turned to her bound mates. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice calm but firm.
Fleur was the first to respond, her expression thoughtful. "It is not uncommon for high-profile guests to have such protection. And after what happened earlier, it may be wise."
Hermione nodded, her planner closed in her lap. "I agree. An extra layer of security couldn't hurt", Harriet looks her other bound mates and nods at Hermione words.
Harriet turned back to the lead Auror and inclined her head. "We appreciate the protection," she said. "You're welcome to join us."
The Auror gave a small bow. "Thank you, Miss Potter. We will do our best to stay out of your way while ensuring your safety."
With the matter settled, the group resumed their planning, now including their five new companions in the discussions. The Aurors stood at the edge of the room, their watchful presence adding a layer of reassurance.
Dora, ever playful, leaned back against the couch and quipped, "Well, I guess our little party just got bigger. Who's ready to explore Paris with an entourage?"
The group laughed, the earlier tension of the day easing into lightheartedness. Harriet smiled, her gaze sweeping over her bound mates and the Aurors. This trip was already proving eventful, but she felt a deep sense of comfort knowing they were all together.
"Alright," Harriet said, her voice cutting through the chatter. "We have a lot to see and only a week to do it. Let's make this one to remember."
With their plans set and excitement buzzing in the air, the group prepared to embark on their Parisian adventure. Whatever awaited them in the City of Love, Harriet was ready to face it with her bound mates…and now, her new protectors…by her side.
Time: 7:55 AM (0755 Hours)
Location: Greek Section, Department of Greek, Etruscan, and Roman Antiquities, Louvre Museum, Paris, France
The Louvre was a marvel, even to those who had seen it in their first lives. Its towering halls and exquisite exhibits exuded a sense of timelessness, a connection to the divine, mortal, and artistic alike. Harriet, her bound mates, and their five Auror escorts were led by Fleur and Gabrielle into the Greek section of the Department of Greek, Etruscan, and Roman Antiquities. The air was filled with a reverent silence, broken only by the soft footfalls of visitors and the occasional murmurs of admiration at the artwork history that the museum has to offer.
The group spread out slightly, each bound mate admiring the intricately detailed statues and artifacts that depicted the Greek pantheon. Harriet stood before the towering statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, her gaze lingering on the flawless craftsmanship. The marble gleamed, its details so vivid it seemed the statue might spring to life at any moment….and hug her as if Harriet mother Athena has possessed the statue gressing it with Athena beaty and likeness.
As Harriet studied the statue, a female museum staff member approached her. The woman was petite, with sharp, intelligent eyes that seemed to take in every detail. "Excuse me," she began, her tone curious. "You seem…like you are drawn to this statue. May I ask your connection to it?"
Harriet turned to respond but paused, her sharp gaze catching the faint glint of a pendant on the woman's collar. It bore the unmistakable symbol of Athena…a small owl etched into silver. Harriet's lips curved into a small smile.
"I could ask you the same…" Harriet replied calmly. "…that pendant…it's not something an ordinary person should be able to see. Why do you wear it?"
The woman's eyes widened, her hand instinctively reaching for the pendant. "You… you can see this?" she asked, her voice betraying her shock.
Harriet nodded, crossing her arms. "Of course I can. But I think the more important question is…Do you know who I am?"
The woman's confusion deepened at the question, and Harriet decided to offer clarity. "My name is Harriet Jane Potter Mary Windsor…" she said, her voice steady and clear. "....the Daughter of the Gods. And by gods, I mean Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Ares, Hephaestus, Hermes, Apollo, Dionysus, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Aphrodite, Artemis, Athena, Persephone, and Hecate. My grandmother is Rhea."
The woman staggered back a step, her face a mixture of shock and awe. "You…you're the daughter they've spoken of. The one they lost but in the end found…you are her" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
The commotion drew the attention of another museum staff member, a tall woman with a pendant bearing the symbol of Hera. She approached quickly, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "What's going on here?" she demanded, looking between her colleague and Harriet.
Her colleague gestured to Harriet, her voice trembling. "She's…she's the…she is the daughter of the gods."
The taller woman's expression shifted from skepticism to disbelief as she turned to Harriet. "Is this true?"
Harriet straightened, her emerald eyes meeting the woman's gaze with calm authority. "It is," she confirmed.
The room began to stir as more staff members approached, drawn by the murmurs and growing tension. Among them were four others, each wearing pendants with the symbol of Aphrodite. Harriet, sensing the connection, stepped away from the statue of Athena and moved toward one of the statues of Aphrodite. The four staff members, clearly devoted to the goddess of love, looked stunned as they realized Harriet's divine lineage.
Fleur, Gabrielle, and the other bound mates exchanged glances, staying close to Harriet while watching the unfolding scene with interest. Hermione leaned toward Fleur and whispered, "It seems Harriet's heritage is about to become the talk of the museum staff."
Before Harriet could address the gathered staff further, the head curator of the department entered the room. She was an imposing figure, her presence commanding respect. A pendant bearing Hera's symbol glinted on her chest as she approached.
"What is happening here?" the curator asked, her tone sharp but not unkind. Her gaze landed on Harriet, and she stopped short, her expression softening in surprise. "You… you are the one."
Harriet nodded, her voice steady. "I am. I take it you've heard the stories?"
The curator inclined her head. "Indeed. The gods' search for their lost daughter was well known among those of us connected to their legacy. But to see you here…" She trailed off, clearly overwhelmed.
Harriet turned to address the entire group, her voice calm but firm. "I am who you think I am. And while my presence may be unexpected, I assure you that my connection to the gods is very real. Please, do not feel alarmed. I'm here as any other visitor would be…to appreciate the history and culture that ties us all together."
The tension in the room eased slightly, the staff members nodding in understanding, though their awe remained evident. The curator finally spoke again. "It is an honor to meet you, Miss Potter. If there is anything you or your companions require during your visit, please let us know."
"Thank you," Harriet replied with a small smile. "Your hospitality is appreciated."
The staff dispersed, still murmuring amongst themselves, as the group resumed their exploration of the museum. Harriet lingered for a moment longer before the statue of Aphrodite, her mind swirling with thoughts of her divine family and the legacy she carried. Gabrielle reached up to take her hand, her small fingers curling around Harriet's.
"You're amazing," Gabrielle said softly, her voice filled with admiration.
Harriet smiled down at her, her heart full. "Thank you, Gabby. But remember, we're all in this together."
The bound mates and their Auror escorts continued through the halls, their shared laughter and conversation filling the space. Though the weight of Harriet's divine identity was always present, moments like this reminded her of what truly mattered…the bonds of love and friendship that guided her every step.
Time: 9:30 am (0930 Hours)
Location: Champ de Mars, Paris, France
The air was crisp and biting, the cold of the winter morning seeping into the bones of anyone who wasn't prepared for the chill. Yet, as Harriet walked across the Champ de Mars, with the Eiffel Tower looming behind her, she remained unaffected by the frigid temperatures. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her expression calm and unbothered, despite the cold breeze that whipped around them.
A few of her bound mates…Hermione, Susan, Fleur, Gabby, and Dora…had witnessed this before. They had seen it in action when they had gone to pick up Dora for the Christmas and New Year break from Platform 9¾. They knew that Harriet's godly blood, the divine essence running through her veins, protected her from the harsh elements in a way that others could not comprehend. But it still surprised them sometimes, the way she moved through the cold with ease, a stark contrast to the way the others huddled together to keep warm.
Kaite, bundled in layers of scarves and a thick coat, watched Harriet for a moment before asking, her voice laced with curiosity, "Are you even feeling the cold, Harriet?"
Harriet turned her head slightly, her smile gentle as she met Kaite's questioning gaze. "Nope, I'm not feeling it," she said with a small shrug, as though the cold was an entirely foreign concept to her. She had grown so accustomed to it that it hardly registered.
Hermione, standing nearby, couldn't help but smile. She glanced at Kaite before answering for Harriet. "It's because of her godly blood…kaite…she doesn't feel the cold the way we do," Hermione explained, her voice quiet but filled with understanding. "It's something we've all seen, especially when we went to pick up Dora."
The others nodded in acknowledgment, though it still fascinated them. Gabby, standing close by, shivered slightly from the cold. Harriet, ever the attentive one, noticed instantly. Without a second thought, she reached down, easily lifting Gabby into her arms. The moment Gabby settled against her chest, the younger girl stopped shivering, a look of surprise and relief crossing her face.
"Better?" Harriet asked, her tone light, though the warmth of her body and the godly aura surrounding her seemed to wrap around Gabby like a protective shield. Gabby's nod was all the answer Harriet needed.
"Much better, thank you, sweetheart" Gabby said, her voice tinged with gratitude. She smiled up at Harriet, a mixture of awe and comfort in her eyes.
Kaite watched the scene, still trying to fully grasp the extent of what Harriet's divine blood allowed her to do. "That's amazing," Kaite murmured. "You're like a walking heater, Harriet."
Harriet chuckled softly. "I suppose you could put it that way," she said, her expression playful as she held Gabby carefully. The warmth of the moment filled her, and it was clear to everyone around her that Harriet was more than just a girl with extraordinary powers…she was the heart of their group, the one who brought them together.
Susan, standing nearby, spoke up with a smile, her voice warm and teasing. "You've got to be the only person who can make winter feel like spring. We should all be jealous of your godly blood."
Dora, always ready with a quick-witted comment, laughed. "Why be jealous when we've got Harriet around to keep us warm? I'll take her over any winter coat." She winked at Harriet, making everyone laugh.
For a moment, the cold around them seemed to disappear, replaced by the warmth of their bond. It didn't matter that the temperatures were low or that the world outside felt cold and distant. As long as they had each other, nothing could truly affect them. Harriet had already proven time and again that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
Harriet smiled down at Gabby, who was now comfortably nestled against her, and then looked up at her bound mates. "We should probably head to the next spot before you all freeze completely," she said with a grin. "But I'm happy to be your personal heater for as long as you need."
The group began to move, laughter and chatter filling the air as they made their way through the Champ de Mars. Though the cold still gripped the city, inside their small circle, there was nothing but warmth…because together, they had found a place where they truly belonged.
Time: 10:09 am (1009 Hours)
Location: Saint-Germain-des-Prés, 75006 Paris, France
The charming cobbled streets of Saint-Germain-des-Prés lay quiet in the cold morning air, but inside the cozy café they had found refuge, the warmth of the fireplace and the laughter of Harriet and her bound mates filled the room. Despite the chill outside, they were a picture of warmth and closeness, gathered around a long wooden table, sipping hot drinks and chatting with ease.
As Harriet leaned back in her chair, a smile tugging at her lips, she watched her bound mates interact with each other. Hermione, ever the thinker, was the one who broke the silence.
"You know," Hermione started, her voice light, "Hogwarts had that Student Exchange Programme for all three years leading up to the Triwizard Tournament." Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "That means Fleur and Gabby could join us at Hogwarts in any of those years, from 1991 to 1994!"
Gabby, who had been resting comfortably in Harriet's arms, immediately perked up at the mention of Hogwarts. Her eyes brightened, and she beamed up at Harriet, nearly bouncing in her embrace. "Really? I can go with you, Harriet? To Hogwarts?" Her voice was full of youthful excitement, the thought of joining her bound mates at the legendary school filling her with joy.
Harriet chuckled softly, nodding. "Of course, sweetheart. You're one of us now, so you'll come along whenever you're ready." She squeezed Gabby gently, the warmth of the moment reflecting in her eyes.
But then, as Gabby's excitement built, her expression faltered for a moment. She paused, and her eyes narrowed as she processed something in her mind. Her gaze shifted between Harriet and the others, and in a hushed tone, she spoke, making sure only the group could hear. "But... Harriet, I'm the same age as you. I'm five right now, so in 1991, I'll be 11..." Gabby trailed off, her eyes filled with the weight of the realization. "That means.…I'll be at Hogwarts in 1991 if I choose to fo there."
Susan smiled at Gabby's realization and leaned forward, her voice soft yet full of understanding. "Yes, sweetheart, we see where you're going with this," she said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "In 1991, you'll be 11, which means you'll be in the same year as us. You'll be with us no matter which house you're in."
Fleur, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, nodded in agreement. But Daphne, always the practical one, interjected, her voice steady but with a hint of concern. "But it will be safer for Gabby not to end up in Slytherin," she said. "That house... it's known for being a bit too biased on blood status." She paused, looking around at the group. "We don't want anything happening to her."
Fleur's expression shifted slightly, and she gave Daphne a pointed look, her voice calm but firm. "Daphne, I understand your concern, but Gabby and I are Pure Veela French Witches," Fleur said, her tone unwavering. "It's a rare thing, especially after World War II. You see, 25% of the Veela population was wiped out then, so…this kind of magic, it's something that doesn't happen often." She glanced down at Gabby, her voice softening. "We've always been different, and that makes us strong."
Everyone in the group fell silent for a moment, absorbing the weight of Fleur's words. It was a reminder of how much they had all been through, how much the world had changed, and how rare and precious their bond was. Gabby, still cradled in Harriet's arms, seemed to settle into the knowledge that, no matter what house she ended up in, she would have the protection of her family.
Harriet spoke next, her voice filled with determination. "When we go to Hogwarts, we'll stick with our original houses," she said, meeting each of her bound mates' eyes in turn. "That way, we can be with our friends from the last time around, and we'll be in a good position to keep an eye on everything, from the inside."
Hermione's eyes widened slightly, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "You're right. We'll be able to gather information from within our own houses," she said, her voice tinged with quiet resolve. "It's the best way to protect everyone and make sure nothing goes wrong."
Daphne, still a bit wary, nodded slowly. "I suppose that's true. I still think Gabby should stay out of Slytherin, though. But... we'll make sure she's safe."
Gabby, her face bright with affection and determination, smiled up at Harriet. "I don't mind where I am. I'll be with all of you."
Harriet looked down at Gabby, her heart swelling with love. "That's right, sweetheart. We'll be with you, no matter what."
As the conversation continued, the bond between them all felt stronger than ever. They were not just a group of individuals…they were a family, one that would stand together, no matter what challenges lay ahead. And with that, Harriet knew that they would protect each other, come what may.
Date: December 31st, 1985
Time: 11:55 pm (2355 Hours)
Location: Living Room, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
Time had flown by in the past five days. The group of bound mates, along with the Delacour family, had traveled across France, visiting places of both historical significance and personal meaning. They had spent time in Caen, where the fierce battle of World War II had raged, a military engagement between the British Second Army and the German Panzergruppe West. Even Harriet, a demi-deity who had lived her life list time around, paused there to pay her respects to those who had perished on both sides of the conflict. The weight of the sacrifices made on that soil, the echoes of history, moved her deeply.
Now, they found themselves gathered together, in the warmth of the Delacour family estate, preparing to ring in the new year. The living room was alive with the quiet hum of excitement and anticipation, as everyone settled in front of the television to watch the countdown on France 2. It was a familiar moment of togetherness, one that reminded them all of how far they had come.
Harriet sat comfortably on the couch, her hands resting lightly on Gabrielle, who was sitting in her lap. The younger girl's excitement radiated, though she was content to rest in Harriet's embrace as the clock near midnight. Fleur was seated on Harriet's left, her presence calm and reassuring, a gentle smile on her face as she watched the screen. Hermione sat on her right, her hand resting lightly on Harriet's arm as they all settled into the quiet joy of the moment.
Yasaka, in her fox form, curled up at Hermione's feet, her nine tails fanning out like a regal display of power and beauty. The vulpine form of Yasaka, small yet elegant, added to the warm atmosphere, her golden eyes glinting with a knowing, gentle energy as she, too, waited for the clock to strike midnight.
Around them, the rest of the group had gathered. Some were standing, others sitting on the floor, all of them watching the TV in a shared moment of connection. The room was full of love, with every bound mate content and surrounded by family, both the Delacours and their extended family…each of them carrying the memories and the weight of the past, but finding joy and strength in the present.
As the countdown began, Harriet leaned back, her arms wrapping around Gabrielle as the younger girl snuggled closer, her face glowing with joy. "I'm so glad we're all here together, love…" Harriet whispered to Fleur, her voice soft but filled with meaning. "…it feels like home."
Fleur smiled, her fingers brushing against Harriet's arm as she leaned in slightly, her voice gentle in return. "It is home, mon amour. We are all here, together. That is what matters."
Hermione, ever the thoughtful one, glanced over at the two of them with a knowing look. "This is the start of something new, isn't it?" she said, her voice warm and full of optimism. "We're not just making memories for now, we're building something for the future."
Yasaka, who had been quietly observing the group, spoke softly from her place on the floor, her voice like a soft breeze. "The future is what we choose to make of it, my loves. The past is important, but it does not define us."
Harriet smiled down at Gabby, who was still nestled in her lap, her bright eyes filled with wonder as the last few seconds ticked away. "You hear that, sweetheart? It's up to us to make the future we want."
As the countdown continued, the group exchanged smiles and soft words of affection. Dora, who had been leaning casually against the wall, spoke up with a grin. "Well, here's to the new year, then," she said with a wink. "To new beginnings, new memories, and to us."
The final seconds of the countdown passed, and with a collective cheer, the room erupted in celebration. The sound of clinking glasses and laughter filled the air, and for a moment, it was as if the rest of the world didn't exist. They were all together, all as one. And in that moment, that was enough.
Harriet held Gabrielle close, feeling the warmth of her bound mates around her, knowing that they had the power to shape the future together. They were no longer alone, not in this life or the next. They had each other, and that was the greatest gift of all.
"Happy New Year, loves," Harriet whispered, her heart full as the clock struck midnight.
The others joined in, their voices a chorus of warmth and love. "Happy New Year," they all echoed, as they raised their glasses to the future…one they would face together, as a family.
Date: January 1st, 1985
Time: 8:30 am (0830 Hours)
Location: Living Room, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
The early morning light bathed the Delacour family estate in a soft, golden hue as the sun slowly rose over the French countryside. Harriet sat comfortably on the plush couch, a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee cradled in her hands. Beside her, Yasaka lay contentedly, her head resting against Harriet's shoulder. All nine of her tails were fanned out across the couch, eight gently lying along the fabric while the ninth curled across Harriet's lap. The kitsune's presence was soothing, and the warmth from her fur combined with the aroma of the coffee created a peaceful atmosphere in the room.
Harriet gazed out the window, her eyes fixed on the rising sun as it painted the sky in soft pinks and oranges. She took a slow sip from her cup, the warmth of the liquid comforting as it seeped through her. As she lowered the cup, she turned her head slightly to Yasaka, her voice soft but filled with affection. "It's beautiful, isn't it, sweetheart?" she murmured, her gaze still fixed on the horizon. "Every day is a new chance to start fresh."
Yasaka, who had been staring out the window as well, slowly turned her golden eyes toward Harriet. She smiled, the warmth of her nine tails curling more snugly around them both. "Yes, love," she said in her gentle, melodic voice. "The world is always changing, yet it always finds its balance. Much like us."
Harriet smiled at the kitsune's words, feeling the truth of them in her heart. It had been a whirlwind of a few days, but as she sat here now, with Yasaka by her side, she couldn't help but feel at peace. They had spent so much time traveling and exploring, learning, growing, and yet, in this moment, she felt the weight of the past and the future settle in a way that felt right.
As she went to take another sip of her coffee, she heard soft footsteps approaching from behind. She turned her head slightly, only to see Sam enter the room, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. Sam was dressed in a simple nightdress adorned with Norse symbols, the fabric hugging her form comfortably. Behind her, Samantha Fireborn followed, dressed in a sports bra and shorts, her feet clad in socks as she moved toward the couch, her gaze flickering over to Harriet.
Harriet raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Are the others still asleep, love?" she asked, her voice calm but with a hint of amusement. "I would have thought they'd be up by now."
Sam, offering a warm smile, nodded as she took a seat on the other side of the couch. "They're all still sleeping, sweetheart," she said. "We were up pretty late last night, and Astoria with being the youngest, she will needed more rest so she'll be sleeping in a bit longer than the rest of us."
Harriet chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with affection for her bound mates. "That makes sense," she said, leaning back into the couch, her left hand gently holding Yasaka's, as the kitsune remained content in her lap. "I suppose that means we've got a little quiet time to ourselves, then."
Samantha, still standing, stretched her arms above her head before lowering them to her sides with a soft sigh. "I suppose so," she said with a grin. "But knowing the others, they'll be up soon enough. And when they do, it'll be chaos." She winked at Harriet playfully.
Harriet laughed, feeling a warmth spread in her chest. "I think we could all use a little chaos now and then," she said, her smile widening. "It makes life interesting."
Yasaka let out a soft, contented hum in agreement, her tails flicking in subtle harmony as she cuddled closer to Harriet, her form relaxed and at peace. Harriet could feel the bond between them all, the strength of their connection, and it made her heart swell. Despite everything they had gone through, this…this quiet, peaceful morning with her family…was a moment she would cherish forever.
Time: 8:30 am (0830 Hours)
Location: Living Room, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
The morning was calm, and the world outside the Delacour estate remained quiet. The warmth inside the living room was a welcome contrast to the stillness of the cold countryside. Harriet, Yasaka, Sam, and Samantha had settled into the peaceful moment as the sun's rays gently lit up the room, casting long shadows along the floor. With the others still asleep, it was a rare moment of quiet between them.
Harriet sipped her coffee once again, feeling the comfort of the warmth in her hands. Yasaka, who had been resting beside her, slowly stood up and stretched her graceful form. Harriet's eyes followed Yasaka's movements, curious as the kitsune walked toward the flames in the fireplace.
"Yasaka, love, what's going on?" Harriet asked, her voice soft with curiosity.
Yasaka turned slightly, her golden eyes locking with Harriet's before she spoke in a low, purposeful tone. "It's time, Harriet. It's time for your birthday gift," she said, her voice carrying a subtle excitement. "I was going to give it to you on your sixth birthday, but now seems like the right time."
Harriet, still a bit confused, looked toward Sam and Samantha, who shared the same puzzled expression. "A gift?" Samantha asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Yasaka nodded, her tails flicking with anticipation and happiness as she turned her gaze back to the flames. She stepped closer, calling softly into the fire, her voice carrying a tone of reverence and power. "Hestia, it's time."
For a few moments, the fire flickered as if responding to Yasaka's call. The heat in the room seemed to increase slightly as the flames rose higher, twisting and curling, until they formed an intricate shape. A moment later, the fire parted, revealing a figure stepping out from the flames…Hestia, Harriet's godly mother, in all her ethereal glory.
Harriet's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Hestia, standing tall and graceful. Her mother was holding two katana swords in her hands, each 50 inches long. The scabbards were a striking shade of ash, decorated with a single female Kyuubi no Kitsune, depicted in a seductive human form. Her face was delicate, fox ears adorned her head, and her nine tails were gracefully curved. The handles (Tsuka) of the swords were made of ashwood, wrapped in leather with silk on top, giving them an air of both beauty and strength. The swords were resting on two furoshiki, Japanese cloth wrappings, each measuring 50 inches long as well, adding a sense of tradition and reverence to the scene.
Harriet could feel the gravity of the moment, her heart racing slightly as her mother stepped closer, the light from the fire reflecting off the blades.
"Harriet," Hestia's voice rang out, warm and full of love, "I present to you these katanas…crafted with care, a gift to honor both your heritage and your future."
Harriet, now fully understanding what was happening, stood up and slowly reached out to take the two swords from her mother's hands. As she did, she felt the weight of the weapons, not just physically, but spiritually…this was a gift that connected her to both her divine mother and the path she was meant to walk.
"Thank you, Mother," Harriet said, her voice filled with reverence as she held the katanas in her hands. "This is... more than I could ever have imagined."
Hestia's smile was soft and proud. "You are my daughter, Harriet. You carry strength, power, and wisdom within you. These swords will be a reminder of your own strength, and the path you have yet to walk. May they serve you well."
Yasaka, standing nearby, nodded in approval. "These katanas will protect you, my love," she said softly, her voice carrying a sense of pride as she looked at the swords in Harriet's hands. "But more than that, they will remind you of your family, your heritage, and the bonds that tie us all together."
Harriet looked at the blades once more, the weight of the gift settling into her heart. "I will use them wisely, Mother. I will make you proud."
Sam, who had been standing by quietly, spoke up with a smile. "It looks like you've got something special now, sweetheart. A gift from the gods, no less. You're going to be unstoppable with those."
Samantha nodded in agreement. "Those are beautiful, Harriet. I can see why they're so important."
Harriet smiled at them both, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the gift and for the family that surrounded her. She held the swords with reverence, feeling the power of her divine blood flowing through her. This moment, this gift, was another piece of the puzzle that would shape her future.
"Thank you, Yasaka," Harriet said, turning to the kitsune who had given her this gift, her eyes soft with affection. "And thank you, Mother," she added, looking at Hestia with immense love. "I will carry these with honor."
The room was still for a moment, the weight of the moment hanging in the air. Then, with a gentle nod, Hestia began to step back into the fire. "May the gods guide you, my daughter. I will always be with you." And with that, she disappeared back into the flames, leaving the room with a sense of quiet peace.
Yasaka's tails flicked contentedly as she looked at Harriet, her gaze full of pride. "You are ready, my love. We all are."
Harriet stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of the swords in her hands, but also the love and strength of the family around her. She knew that whatever came next, she would face it with them by her side, her bound mates, her mothers, and Harriets godly parents.
Time: 10:30 am (1030 Hours)
Location: Glass Enclosed 10-feet Deep Heated Pool, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
The morning was still fresh, and the Delacour family estate had come alive with energy as everyone gathered together, finishing their breakfast and enjoying the start of a new day. Harriet had disappeared for a while, her bound mates knowing that she often took some time for herself, to reflect or train in her own unique way. They assumed she had gone for a swim, as the glass-enclosed pool was one of the highlights of the estate, surrounded by clear glass walls, allowing for a breathtaking view of the gardens and the countryside beyond.
It was only after a little while that the group realized Harriet had been gone longer than expected. They began searching the area, knowing her tendency to retreat when deep in thought. As they approached the pool, their eyes widened in shock.
There, at the bottom of the 10-foot-deep end of the pool, sat Harriet…her body still and serene, perfectly still as though she was meditating in the water. Her breathing was steady, her eyes closed, and she seemed completely unaware of their presence.
Hermione, ever the observant one, noticed the change in the air around Harriet. Her mind flashed back to their conversations about Harriet's divine parentage, her mother Hestia, and her father Poseidon. And now, watching Harriet from the edge of the pool, Hermione realized exactly what was happening.
"She's...changing," Hermione whispered, her voice full of awe and recognition. "Her father... Poseidon... she's invoking his divine power."
The realization struck her and the others at the same time. Harriet, being of divine blood, was not like any ordinary person. She was a living manifestation of gods, and in moments of deep meditation or need, she could draw on the powers of her divine parents. Right now, as they watched from the edge of the pool, it seemed as though Harriet was calling upon Poseidon's power.
As the minutes passed, the change became more apparent. Harriet's breathing remained even, and her posture became more regal, her connection to the water growing stronger. And then, as if to emphasize the shift, Harriet's eyes fluttered open.
For a brief moment, Harriet's eyes glowed with a deep sea blue, the color of the deepest ocean, a brilliant and intense blue that shimmered with the weight of Poseidon's power. The sight sent a shiver through Hermione and the others. This wasn't just a girl; this was a daughter of the gods, in her full divine glory.
"Look at her," Susan whispered, her voice full of awe. "She's beautiful... she's like a goddess herself."
The others nodded, silent in their admiration, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had seen glimpses of Harriet's power before, but this was different. This was pure, divine energy manifesting before them, and it left them all speechless.
Slowly, Harriet's figure began to move. She pushed herself off from the bottom of the pool, her body gliding through the water with an effortless grace that seemed to belong to a creature of the ocean. She made her way from the 10-foot-deep end, her form shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the glass, every movement fluid and elegant. Her wet hair clung to her face, but she moved with the kind of purpose and strength that only someone with divine blood could possess.
As Harriet reached the shallower 5-foot-deep end, she finally broke the surface of the water, her head emerging with a soft splash. The water cascaded off her skin, glistening as though she had just stepped out of the ocean itself. Her sea-blue eyes flickered back to their normal light blue as she waded to the edge of the pool, her every movement exuding a quiet, powerful confidence.
The bound mates could only watch in silent awe as Harriet walked gracefully out of the pool, her form still dignified and composed, as though she had just emerged from a sacred ritual. Even in her two-piece bikini swimsuit, Harriet looked every bit the goddess that she was...a figure of divine beauty and strength, radiating power with every step she took.
Harriet reached the edge of the pool and, without a word, grabbed a nearby towel to dry herself off. Her bound mates remained silent for a moment, taking in the surreal sight they had just witnessed.
"Harriet, love, are you alright?" Fleur asked, her voice filled with concern as she took a step forward, her eyes scanning Harriet for any signs of distress.
Harriet smiled, her normal light blue eyes twinkling with affection as she dried off. "I'm fine, sweetheart," she replied, her voice calm and steady. "Just... felt like connecting with the ocean today."
Hermione, still amazed, couldn't help but laugh softly. "That was... incredible. I didn't realize how much of your father's power you could channel just like that."
Harriet glanced at her, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "I'm still learning," she said, her tone light. "But sometimes, it just... happens."
Her bound mates gathered around her, still in awe of what they had witnessed. Yasaka, who had been silently observing the entire scene, smiled gently. "You are truly a force of nature, my love," she said, her voice filled with pride.
Harriet wrapped the towel around herself, feeling the warmth of her family's presence around her. "It's good to be reminded of where I come from," she said softly, her gaze lingering on the water. "And who I am."
The moment was quiet, but it was filled with understanding and respect for the power that lay within Harriet...both the divine and the human. Together, as always, they would face whatever came their way. And Harriet knew, in that moment, that she was never truly alone. She had her bound mates, her family, and the gods watching over her, guiding her forward.
Date: January 1st, 1986
Time: 12:30 pm (1230 Hours)
Location: Indoor Training Area, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
In the spacious, well-lit indoor training room of the Delacour family estate, Harriet stood off to one side, carefully observing her beloved bound mates as they diligently practiced their wandless magic. Her gaze moved thoughtfully from one girl to another, pride warming her heart at their determination and focus.
Suddenly, Harriet's attention was drawn to Fleur and Hermione. Both girls were standing near each other, palms open as soft voices echoed, "Lumos." Instantly, two orbs of shimmering white brilliance appeared, perfectly balanced in brightness and intensity. Harriet's eyes widened slightly, a delighted realization dawning upon her.
Her hands came together instantly in joyful applause, her smile radiant. "Beautifully done, my loves! Absolutely brilliant!"
Hermione turned, a gentle flush of surprise and pride on her cheeks. Fleur smiled, her elegant face warm with happiness as she met Harriet's gaze.
"What is it, love?" Fleur asked gently, stepping closer to Harriet.
Harriet chuckled softly, happiness filling her voice. "My sweethearts, did you not notice? You two, you're channeling each other's knowledge through our soul-bond, accelerating your mastery. Your Lumos spells matched perfectly...proof of how strong our bond truly is."
Hermione's eyes sparkled, astonishment mingled with delight. "Oh my...you're right, love. Fleur, sweetheart, we didn't even realize..."
Fleur reached over, gently squeezing Hermione's hand affectionately. "Indeed, love. It's like we're sharing thoughts and skills without even knowing."
Their joyful revelation was contagious, smiles breaking across all their faces.
Grinning at their shared happiness, Harriet suddenly straightened, her eyes glittering with purpose. "Alright, my loves, let's put this beautiful connection of ours to even greater use."
Daphne exchanged a playful glance with Pansy, whispering affectionately, "Uh-oh, our sweetheart is entering teaching mode again."
Harriet, ignoring Daphne's teasing with a fond chuckle, gracefully waved her hands. Instantly, magic surged around her, effortlessly reshaping the training area. Small and large dazzling targets appeared for accuracy drills; varied-shaped levitating platforms emerged for practicing Levioso and Wingardium Leviosa charms; humanoid targets armed with wands and mundane weapons stood ready for Expelliarmus and Relashio practice; rows of solid doors materialized, featuring intricate locks ranging from simple 1800-era designs to challenging modern 1991 mechanisms for Alohomora and Colloportus practice.
Hermione watched in awe, smiling softly as she murmured affectionately, "Only you, love, would turn practice into something so perfectly structured and thorough."
Harriet chuckled warmly, eyes sparkling with delight. "Thank you, sweetheart. Now, let's get started. Remember...focus, intent, precision. Draw on our bond, support each other, and we'll master everything together."
Just as Harriet finished speaking, footsteps echoed quietly behind them. Harriet turned, and her eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
Entering the room were her godly mothers...Hestia, Hera, Artemis, Athena, Persephone, and Rhea, each carrying themselves with grace and warmth. Following closely were Jean and Apolline Delacour, the gracious and dignified parents of Fleur and Gabrielle, Jean's demeanor regal yet approachable as the current French Minister for Magic since 1980. Immediately behind them came Amelia Susan Bones, Susan's beloved aunt, her sharp eyes kind yet observant. Lastly, stepping quietly into the training room, was Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor and esteemed Head of Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Minerva's eyes widened, a shocked expression flitting across her features upon glimpsing Harriet...not a small child as she had anticipated, but a poised, confident young woman of eighteen years.
Minerva quietly addressed Apolline, eyes wide in astonishment, "Apolline, Jean...goodness, that can't be Harriet Potter, can it? She's…grown? I expected to see a child of five."
Jean offered Minerva a patient smile, nodding respectfully. "Indeed, Professor McGonagall. It's truly Harriet. As you can see, she is no ordinary child."
Minerva took a moment to absorb the revelation, stunned into respectful silence as she carefully watched Harriet step confidently into the center of the room. With a graceful flick of her wrist, Harriet's clothing shifted effortlessly from her casual everyday wear into an elegant female professor's outfit reminiscent of Hogwarts attire, but in shimmering shades of gold and silver, far beyond the standard 1980s Hogwarts robes. Harriet's stance changed slightly, revealing sleek tactical trousers and dual Level II Tactical Drop Universal Leg Holsters securely housing two polished Beretta 92FS semi-automatic pistols with stainless steel slides and extended 20-round magazines.
Minerva, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned toward Jean and Apolline, whispering incredulously, "Why on Earth does Harriet carry firearms?"
Apolline, expression serious yet composed, leaned toward Minerva, answering quietly, "Professor McGonagall, love, when Harriet first arrived here, there was an attempted kidnapping by five witches just outside our estate."
Minerva's eyes narrowed sharply, shock evident. "An attempted kidnapping? How dreadful. Do we know who sent them?"
Jean stepped in, his voice calm but firm, "We do, Professor. After careful questioning...conducted personally by Harriet's divine mothers Hera, Hestia, Artemis, Athena, Persephone, and Rhea...the witches revealed everything. They confessed willingly to numerous illegal activities...and named Albus Dumbledore himself as the mastermind behind their attempted kidnapping."
Minerva gasped softly, eyes wide with disbelief. "Albus…? No, surely not…"
Jean nodded gravely. "I'm afraid it's true, Professor."
Their conversation fell into thoughtful silence as all eyes returned to Harriet, who stood in the room's center, her eyes alight with determination and purpose.
Harriet, smiling warmly at her bound mates, stepped forward with gentle authority, clearly at ease in her role as teacher and protector. "Alright, my sweethearts...let's begin. Remember, intention and precision. And never hesitate to rely upon our bond...it's our greatest strength."
As Harriet began gracefully demonstrating wandless and wordless charms...effortlessly levitating targets, disarming magical and mundane opponents, unlocking intricate locks...Minerva watched in quiet awe. Harriet's mastery and poise were breathtaking. Yet, beneath her strength, Minerva glimpsed kindness, humility, and deep affection for each and every bound mate gathered around her.
Minerva spoke softly, thoughtfully addressing Apolline and Jean once more. "Harriet truly is extraordinary. To think I once knew her only as a helpless child. Now she stands before me, strong, capable, and leading others."
Apolline smiled warmly, eyes full of gentle pride. "Indeed, Professor. Harriet is the embodiment of strength, kindness, and true leadership. And those who stand with her...their bond is unbreakable."
Watching Harriet interact with her bound mates, instructing patiently and lovingly, Minerva's heart swelled with deep pride and hope. She knew, at that moment, the wizarding world would forever be changed by the remarkable young woman standing before her.
As the training session continued, Minerva knew she had witnessed something truly special. Harriet Potter was not merely a survivor...she was a force of unity, love, and strength. And together with her soul-bound mates and family, Harriet would guide the future toward something bright, new, and filled with endless possibilities.
Harriet's Point of View
Date: January 5th, 1986
Time: 06:00 am (0600 Hours)
Location: Living Room Area, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
The snowstorm had lasted for days now…four in total…and no one seemed to know why. It was strange, almost like the world had frozen in time, trapping us all within the Delacour Estate. The snowflakes swirling outside were like tiny shards of ice, dancing in the bitter wind. There was something almost magical about it, but also eerie, as if the storm was a sign of something to come.
I sat by one of the large living room windows, wrapped in the warmth of my sleepwear...an ivory-white Miss Elaine long nightgown, delicate lace accenting the straps. My bare feet were tucked beneath me, and the cool glass beneath my fingers felt oddly soothing against my skin. The world outside was a blur of white, the storm relentless. But the longer I watched, the more I felt as though something was about to change.
Suddenly, a cold gust of wind slipped through the cracks in the room, making me shiver. But this wasn't an ordinary breeze...it was far too unnatural. The air grew thick, and before I could even react, the temperature dropped even further. A figure materialized in front of me, her appearance like a mirage in the swirling storm. Her skin was pale, almost ethereal, and her hair, as white as the snow itself, fell around her face like a halo. Her eyes were an icy blue, glowing with an intense energy that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Chione..." I whispered, my voice barely audible as the snow nymph appeared before me.
She nodded, her eyes locked onto mine with an urgent intensity. "Harriet," she said, her voice soft but firm, "I have come to warn you. Dumbledore...he's been trying to find you. He's been trying to get into France, to kidnap you. And he will stop at nothing to do so."
I felt a rush of ice cold anger surge through me, but I remained composed. The snowstorm outside had never seemed so ominous. I rose from the window seat, my gown swirling around me as I walked toward Chione, my gaze steady. "He can try, but he won't succeed," I said, my voice calm but laced with determination. "He doesn't know where I am, where my bound mates and I are hiding. And even if he did, it wouldn't matter."
Chione's eyes softened, as though she understood the weight of my words. "You are the daughter of the gods, Harriet," she said, her tone more serious now. "But Dumbledore is a manipulator. He is not to be underestimated. And he has no qualms about using anyone, even if it means breaking the laws that govern our world."
I clenched my fists at my sides. "He's not getting me. And neither is anyone else. I'm not just some helpless child to be controlled. I'm a dual citizen, and I have powers he can't even fathom."
Chione gave a small nod, as if acknowledging the truth in my words. "I came to stop him, Harriet. I stopped him once before, and I will stop him again if it comes to that." Her eyes hardened, and I could see the resolve in them. "You do not fight alone."
The intensity of her words sent a shiver through me, but I knew that this wasn't something I could face passively. Dumbledore had tried before. And he would try again. But he didn't realize that I wasn't the same girl he had once known. I had changed, evolved, and the bond I shared with my mates made me stronger than anything he could imagine.
"You've done more than enough, Chione," I said, my voice steady. "I'll handle it from here. But thank you."
Chione's gaze softened, and she gave me a small, approving smile. "Do not forget, Harriet. You are never alone. Remember that."
With those words, she vanished into the storm, leaving me with the weight of what was to come. The storm outside raged on, but my heart was steady. Dumbledore could try, but he would not succeed. Not while I had my family by my side.
Turning back toward the window, I looked out at the snow once more, the weight of the world pressing down on me. But as I stood there, I couldn't help but feel a surge of power...a quiet, unwavering confidence. I was ready. Whatever came next, I was prepared to face it.
Time: 06:30 am (0630 Hours)
The storm outside had finally passed. The snowstorm that had been relentlessly battering the estate for the past four days had faded into nothingness, leaving only the remnants of white drifts and the aftermath of an unusual stillness. I stood by the window, watching the morning light break through the remaining clouds, casting a soft glow across the snowy landscape. The air felt fresh, crisp, and clean. A new day had begun.
I wasn't alone, though. I was dressed in an altered version of my everyday wear, feeling a sense of familiarity in the attire: a sports bra, a sleeveless white t-shirt, blue jeans, calf-length socks, and black boots. The dual Level II Tactical Drop Universal Leg Holsters were securely strapped to my thighs, the Beretta 92FS Semi-Automatic Pistols resting comfortably in place. My hair was pulled back into a classic ponytail, keeping it out of my face as I stared out at the fading storm.
The warmth of the room contrasted the chill of the outside world. I felt my senses sharp as I noticed the sound of footsteps approaching. My eyes drifted from the window to the door as Fleur, Dora, Sam, Yasaka, and Samantha entered the room, all holding steaming cups of coffee. The scent of it filled the air, warm and inviting. The sight of my bound mates brought a sense of comfort...an anchor in the midst of the swirling chaos around us.
"Good morning, love," Fleur greeted me, her voice soft yet filled with that familiar warmth that made my heart swell. She gave me a smile that made the room feel just a little brighter.
Dora, always a bit of a wildcard, gave me an exaggerated wink. "Nice to see you up early, Harriet," she teased, her eyes glinting with that mischievous energy she carried.
Sam's gaze was more serious, but no less affectionate. "You're ready for anything, aren't you?" she asked, her voice calm and steady, the Valkyrie in her always poised for whatever challenge lay ahead.
Yasaka, ever the presence of calm and wisdom, smiled softly as she took a sip from her coffee. "The storm is gone," she murmured, as if to herself, though her eyes met mine with quiet understanding.
Samantha, standing at the rear of the group, nodded. Her usual reserved demeanor softened as she smiled at me, acknowledging my presence. "Everything's still peaceful for now," she said, her voice steady, like the calm before the storm.
The five of them stood there for a moment, the room thick with unspoken words, the quiet hum of the fire in the hearth the only sound filling the space. I knew they all sensed the shift in the air...the warning I'd just received from Chione. It wasn't something to be taken lightly, but in their presence, I felt grounded. Safe.
Turning to face them fully, I let out a deep breath. "The storm is gone," I said, repeating Yasaka's words, as much for myself as for them. "But there's something we need to discuss. Dumbledore... he's still trying to get to me. Chione warned me that he's determined to kidnap me."
A silence fell over the group as they processed my words. Fleur stepped forward, her usual calm demeanor now laced with concern. "We'll stop him," she said simply, her voice unwavering. "We won't let him take you."
Dora nodded, her expression shifting from playful to serious in an instant. "He won't stand a chance," she added, her metamorphmagus abilities making her a force to be reckoned with in her own right.
Sam's eyes narrowed. "We're stronger together," she said, her tone firm and resolute. "And he won't know what hit him."
Yasaka placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, a gesture of reassurance. "You are not alone, Harriet. Not ever."
Samantha Fireborn, always the one to keep us grounded, added, "We'll be ready. No one gets past us."
Their words, their unwavering support, filled me with a sense of peace I hadn't realized I needed. I could feel the strength of their bond, of our bond, pulsing around me. Together, we could face anything.
I smiled at them, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Thank you, all of you. I know we'll be ready for whatever comes our way."
Time: 06:45 am (0645 Hours)
Location: Living Room, Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
Harriet's Point of View
The warmth of the fire crackled softly in the hearth, its golden light casting shadows across the smooth wood floors of the Delacour estate's spacious living room. Snow still covered the grounds outside, though the storm had passed. The sky beyond the tall windows was pale with early dawn, the air inside the room calm but full of something deeper...an undercurrent of unity, of purpose, of unspoken power waiting to surge.
I stood beside the fire, dressed in my altered everyday wear...sports bra, sleeveless white t-shirt, sports underwear, blue jeans tucked into calf-length socks, and my familiar black boots. The weight of my dual Level II Tactical Drop Leg Holsters hugged my thighs, each still fitted with my cleaned and loaded Beretta 92FS pistols. My long hair, now tied back into a classic ponytail, kept my line of sight sharp. At my side stood Fleur, Dora, Sam, Yasaka, and Samantha, each holding a warm cup of coffee, their relaxed smiles reflecting the rare moment of peace between us.
It was the kind of peace you hold tightly to before everything changes.
The door to the hallway opened quietly, and one by one, the rest of my bound mates began to enter. Hermione, Cho, Penny, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie led the group, all cradling coffee mugs in their hands, still dressed in their sleepwear or relaxed loungewear. Their faces lit up as they saw us, and more girls followed behind them...Padma, Sue, Parvati, Hannah, Leanne, Susan, Astoria, Daphne, Pansy, Tracey, and Gabrielle. Seventeen in all, each one connected to me by the soul, by memory, and by the second chance we had been given.
They found places to sit naturally, some curling up on the couches, others taking floor cushions, and a few claiming the oversized windowsills where pillows had been arranged for comfort. There was no tension in the room...just a soft hum of closeness, of kinship. Our family.
And then the door opened again.
I turned, curious but unalarmed, as Apolline and Jean Delacour entered the room. Jean looked composed as always, his presence marked by quiet power befitting the French Minister for Magic. Apolline held herself with grace and warmth, her Veela heritage shining in the elegant way she carried herself.
But they were not alone.
Behind them stepped Olympe Maxime.
The Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had to duck beneath the doorframe to enter. Towering at nearly twelve feet tall, her half-giant stature filled the room with a quiet authority. She scanned the space, clearly expecting only Fleur and Gabrielle. Her brows rose the moment she took in the full scene...twenty-two young women, each radiating strength and presence.
Her eyes widened. "My word… I expected two girls, not a whole legion."
Apolline stepped forward with a proud smile and gestured toward us. "Olympe, may I introduce you to Dora, Sam, Yasaka, Samantha, Penny, Hermione, Cho, Padma, Sue, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Parvati, Hannah, Leanne, Susan, Astoria, Daphne, Pansy, Tracey… and of course, Harriet."
At the sound of my name, I took a breath and stepped forward from the firelight, nodding in greeting. "Headmistress," I said with calm respect.
Olympe's eyes fixed on me...on my stance, my posture, my sheer presence. Her mouth opened slightly in a mix of confusion and disbelief.
But that confusion turned into full-blown shock when, without hesitation, I reached down and unfastened both of my holsters. Wordlessly, I passed the Berettas to Fleur, who received them with both reverence and understanding. She knew what was coming. They all did.
As the weight of the pistols left my thighs, my body surged with radiant golden light, and I felt the change ripple through every fiber of my being. My boots disappeared first, replaced with pure white Athenian-style sandals strapped securely up my calves. The denim of my jeans shimmered and fused into a set of armored blue tassets with form-fitted magical plating beneath. My sleeveless shirt vanished beneath a shining, form-fitting Athenian bronze breastplate that settled perfectly over my chest, its lines proud and regal. Heavy bronze bracers shimmered into existence around my forearms, and greaves armored my shins in perfect balance.
A golden Athenian Polemarch helmet appeared atop my head, crowned with regal orange, white, and blue eagle feathers that trailed back over my shoulders like the crest of a goddess of war.
In my right hand appeared a Celestial Bronze xiphos sword, light yet potent with divine energy. In my left, I held an Athenian owl-emblazoned hoplite shield, the sacred symbol of Athena shining at its center like a beacon of judgment and wisdom.
I stood tall...no longer 6'6", but equal in height to Olympe herself. Eleven feet and seven inches of divine inheritance made manifest.
Gasps filled the room.
Olympe took a full step back, her mouth opening slightly. "She… she's a goddess…"
No one else moved. None of my bound mates flinched or gasped. They had seen this before. They had stood with me at my highest, and at my lowest. They knew what I was. What I was becoming.
Dora smiled first, her tone proud and teasing. "Told you she wasn't ordinary, Headmistress."
Hermione stood, taking a step toward me, eyes glowing with awe and love. "You've always been more than they ever saw, sweetheart," she whispered.
Yasaka, standing near Samantha, bowed her head slightly. "She is the daughter of gods and the protector of this age."
Olympe blinked several times before managing, "This… this is not what I was told. I came expecting to see Fleur and Gabrielle. Not the daughter of Olympus herself."
Jean stepped forward, voice calm and resolute. "You now see what France has chosen to protect. And why we did not trust Dumbledore."
At the mention of that name, a flicker of heat pulsed through me. "Dumbledore will not find me," I said, my voice deeper, layered with divine resonance. "And should he try again, France will not be the only line he crosses."
Olympe slowly nodded, awestruck. "And the others? These girls...are they all… bound to you?"
Apolline answered for me, her voice soft and powerful. "Yes. Through soul and fate. They remember what was lost, and they fight to make this world whole again."
And as I lowered my shield slightly, eyes glowing with golden threads of Olympian energy, I could feel it...that sense of purpose, the certainty that we were no longer hiding, no longer surviving.
We were preparing. For war, for peace, for the shaping of the world to come, and now that we are together..we were unbreakable.
Time: 06:45 am (0645 Hours)
Location: Delacour Family Estate, Outskirts of Paris, France
Harriet's Point of View
The snow had barely settled from Chione's fading storm, the world still draped in silence and frost, when the floor beneath our feet began to hum with a pulsing surge of electrical energy. At first, it was subtle...like static brushing up my armored calves...but then it grew. Power crackled beneath the wooden beams of the Delacour estate, and before I could voice the feeling, a blinding arc of rainbow light burst through the windows, cascading from the heavens to the courtyard outside.
Before any of us could speak, Samantha's voice rang out like thunder. "Outside! Now! That's a Bifrost! One of ours is coming!"
She didn't need to repeat herself.
Still towering at eleven feet, seven inches, clad in my full heavy Athenian armor, owl-crested hoplite shield on my back and Celestial Bronze xiphos still humming with divine light, I moved first, stepping through the door with a goddess's stride. Samantha was beside me in an instant, donning her Valkyrie armor, wings partially unfurled behind her, blazing in divine readiness.
Behind us came Dora, Fleur, Yasaka, and the rest of my bound mates, spreading out behind me as we emerged into the courtyard.
The snow had vanished from the center, cleared in a perfect circular pattern of divine runes that sizzled with heat and power. And there, in the heart of the markings, stood a figure that turned even the frigid air molten.
She was massive...six feet, three inches of sculpted divine power and radiance. Her body was carved in strength and grace, with a top-hourglass, muscular frame that radiated the restrained fury of a living god-weapon. Her eyes glowed with a searing electric-blue intensity that rivaled lightning, and her hair...a radiant electric-blue ponytail...trailed behind her, leaving divine sparks wherever it moved.
She wore storm-forged plate armor fused with a female variant of Thor's Asgardian design. Silver and blue arcane runes shimmered along the edges, humming in harmony with every controlled breath she took. Beneath the glowing armor, I could make out a snug white sports bra and t-shirt stretched over her broad, toned chest, along with fitted blue jeans tucked into matte black combat boots. Every detail felt designed not only for war but for presence. For purpose.
She stood like she was made to stand beside me.
When she finally spoke, her voice rolled like distant thunder across the snowy air. "I am Marry... 'Mjolnir' Walson. Daughter of Storm and Forge. I bow to you, Harriet of Olympus. My soul is now ready...reforged and tempered. I come to join you… as your twenty-third bound."
She dropped to one knee before me, reverence in every motion, her eyes locked with mine.
I felt her declaration settle into the very marrow of my bones. I walked toward her slowly, the snow hissing under my armored steps. "Then welcome home, my love," I said, raising my voice so all of them could hear. "Welcome to the Bound."
At that moment, the weapon on her back...a fully divine version of Mjolnir...rose into the air. Slowly, deliberately, it floated toward me, its form reshaping mid-flight to fit the scale of my eleven-foot body. Its divine weight hung in the air like a promise.
I reached out and gripped the handle...and lightning struck.
A blinding bolt of divine power lashed down from the heavens, crashing into the Mjolnir I now held. My armor blazed gold-white for a split second, then shattered into radiant particles, dissipating into divine motes before the storm-forged armor of Marry began forming over me. Plates reassembled themselves directly onto my body...her armor becoming my armor.
Feathers of Athena were replaced by jagged arcs of lightning etched into silver plate. The Athenian breastplate gave way to the reinforced celestial steel of the storm-forged variant. The blue jeans tucked into boots remained, but now they were fitted beneath powerful greaves and glowing knee guards. The owl crest was replaced by runes of thunder and judgment. I could feel Marry within me...her power, her mind, her essence...merging seamlessly with mine.
As the last piece of armor locked into place, I let out a long breath. It felt like inhaling the eye of a storm. I looked down at my gauntlets...her gauntlets...crackling with divine static.
Then Mary's voice echoed across the soul-link all twenty-two of us shared, clear and loving.
"Harriet, I am now one with you. My divine weapon and armor may only respond to your call. I live within you now, in bond and essence. But I can still take human form when needed."
Then, right beside us, just a step behind where she had stood a moment ago, a pulse of light formed...and from it emerged Marry once more. Her divine armor was gone. She now stood dressed in a white sports bra, white t-shirt, form-fitted blue jeans, and black combat boots. Her electric blue ponytail still sparked lightly with power, but her stance was calm, relaxed, and smiling.
"I told you," she said aloud with a soft, mischievous grin, "this version's a bit more huggable."
Dora laughed, arms crossed. "You're not wrong, sweetheart. But that entrance? Top ten material."
Hermione blinked in astonishment, then whispered to Fleur, "She's not just a god-weapon… she's become part of Harriet's arsenal. Literally."
Sam stepped forward, her voice even. "She's the first of her kind. A Bound soul that becomes not just a person, but a weapon...armor and strength fused directly into Harriet."
I looked around at all of them, my heart full. "Marry is part of us now. Our storm has found its center."
And for the first time since the storm ended, I felt the snow melt around my feet...not from heat, but from purpose.
We were no longer just gathering, as we were preparing. And now… the storm was ours.
Point of View: 3rd Person
Time: 07:00 am (0700 Hours)
Location: Grand Viewing Hall, Mount Olympus
At the highest peak of the divine realm...where time itself stood still and the skies glowed with light not born of sun or stars...the Grand Viewing Hall of Mount Olympus shimmered to life. The floor, carved from white marble veined with threads of gold and starlight, pulsed gently beneath the gathered immortals. A crescent-shaped reflecting pool dominated the center of the room, its waters displaying the image of the mortal world with crystal clarity.
Seated around the pool were the seventeen gods and goddesses of Olympus...Harriet's divine family. The Fathers: Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Ares, Hephaestus, Hermes, Apollo, and Dionysus. The Mothers: Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Aphrodite, Artemis, Athena, Persephone, and Hecate. Towering presences, all radiant and majestic in their celestial forms, yet for once united not by council or war...but by pride and awe.
Floating above the pool was a perfect projection of Harriet in her newly forged divine form. She now wore the sacred armor of Mjolnir, once belonging to the living god-weapon known as Marry "Mjolnir" Walson. The radiant storm-forged armor shimmered silver and blue, wrapped tightly around Harriet's tall, powerful frame. She stood eleven feet and seven inches tall, the storm-born runes of the armor glowing with restrained, crackling energy. In her right hand she held the celestial hammer, resized perfectly to her divine height. Her eyes glowed with electric blue fury...and balance.
And at her side, twenty-two soul-bound sisters...witches, warriors, dragons, fox spirits, Valkyries, and Veela...stood proud and unflinching, bonded by soul and time. The gods had never seen anything like it.
James and Lily Potter, now spirits in the divine afterlife, stood behind Hestia and Athena, watching their daughter with reverent disbelief.
"I can't believe it," Lily whispered, her hand clutching James's tightly. "She's not just our little girl anymore. Look at her..."
"She's a goddess," James replied, voice thick with emotion. "And a leader. She's going to change everything."
From her place across the pool, Hecate, the Goddess of Magic and one of Harriet's spiritual mothers, raised her hand as the pool shifted...showing the moment when Mjolnir left Marry's hand, floated toward Harriet, and transformed her in a cascade of divine light. Her armor had fused seamlessly with the weapon, and in a flash, Marry's physical form had vanished, her essence absorbed fully into Harriet's body and soul.
"She is now twenty-three out of twenty-eight," Hecate said calmly, her voice rich with divine magic. "Marry was the twenty-third soul to bond, and the first whose essence became one with Harriet's physical form."
Athena leaned forward, her gaze locked on her daughter in the pool. "The number twenty-eight... and the twenty-third has already awakened? That leaves only five."
"Yes," Hecate said, nodding. "And seven, as you know, is the power number in the Wizarding world...deeply sacred in both their magical architecture and symbolic power. Seven years of school, seven core classes, seven secret vaults, seven horcruxes once made by Voldemort…"
She turned to Zeus, her face stern with maternal clarity. "Our daughter has inherited not only divine blood and magic from us...but the full legacy of the magical world. She is their chosen heir. She is their princess, and their weapon."
Aphrodite smiled warmly, brushing golden hair from her perfect face. "And she's loved. Look at the way her soul-bound look at her. It's not just power. It's devotion."
From the entrance to the chamber came the soft sound of footsteps. The gods turned as Rhea, the ancient Titaness and Grandmother of the Olympians...and of Harriet...entered the Grand Viewing Hall. Clad in a flowing gown of silver twilight, her eyes shimmered with stars and ancient wisdom. She smiled as she approached the pool, her gaze lovingly locked on the image of Harriet and her twenty-two bonded.
"I saw it too," Rhea said softly. "The moment of unity. Mjolnir's soul has joined with hers. She is now both wielder and weapon. The storm answers to her call."
"She needs guidance now," Hestia said, looking up from the pool. "The next phase begins soon. They will be leaving France within the week. Their next destination is Buckingham Palace."
Rhea's smile deepened. "Then I will meet them there. It's time the Bound and our granddaughter met her Grandmother properly."
"She'll be surprised," Hermes said with a smirk.
"No," Artemis corrected gently. "She already knows. The bond she shares with us...she feels our footsteps before they touch the earth. She is more divine than even she realizes."
As the gods and spirits watched, Harriet in the viewing pool raised Mjolnir high, lightning crackling around her as her bound mates stood in a circle behind her. Not one of them flinched. Their faith was absolute.
Apollo stood, voice ringing like music. "Then let Olympus prepare. The Princess of Olympus and her Chosen will walk in two worlds. And both will bow to her name."
The fire in the pool glowed brighter...showing Buckingham Palace shimmering in golden light. The gods leaned forward, their eyes burning with interest and love.
The world was about to change. And their daughter...Harriet Potter, born of man and Olympus...was going to be the one to shape it.