The sun was already warm when Percy, Artemis, and Athena stepped out of the manor with Harry. The wards shimmered faintly behind them, sealing the estate in silence, and Harry couldn't help glancing back once more at the sprawling house that had become his home for the last month. It wasn't just a manor — it had felt like safety.
"Stop staring," Artemis teased, catching his gaze. Her silvery eyes softened. "The hunt is forward, not behind."
Harry flushed. "I wasn't—"
"You were," Percy cut in, his lips quirking. His voice held that strange timbre — calm, amused, but always laced with power. He clasped Harry's shoulder firmly. "But Artemis is right. Remember this, Harry: your life is not the cupboard anymore. From this moment on, you walk as heir to your own destiny."
Harry nodded quickly, his chest tightening with pride.
Athena, walking on Percy's other side, tilted her head, her golden eyes examining Harry. "Confidence, but don't let it sour into arrogance. Learn. Listen. Observe. That is how one survives in new territory."
"Sounds like a lecture," Percy murmured with a grin.
Athena smirked back, brushing her lips across his jaw in full view of the quiet street. "You like my lectures."
Artemis snorted, squeezing Percy's arm. "He likes being outnumbered."
Harry nearly tripped over his own feet. "You—you're just going to—" he stammered, lowering his voice as two passing neighbors gawped from their garden.
"Going to what?" Artemis asked innocently, though her hand slid lower on Percy's side, her smirk daring.
"Do that—in public." Harry's voice cracked, equal parts horrified and fascinated.
Athena arched a brow. "Do you find it improper, Harry? Or simply… surprising?"
"I—both!" Harry admitted, ears burning.
Percy chuckled, steering him toward the car. "You'll get used to it. Gods don't bow to mortal whispers. And neither should you."
The Leaky Cauldron smelled faintly of pipe smoke and stale beer when they entered. Conversations faltered, mugs clinked awkwardly, and a ripple of silence followed them.
Harry shifted uneasily under the weight of so many eyes. "Why are they staring at you like that?" he muttered.
"They sense what they cannot name," Percy answered quietly, not breaking stride. "Power unsettles. And when power walks hand in hand with beauty, mortals don't know whether to fear, admire, or gossip."
Artemis leaned into him, her silver hair brushing his shoulder deliberately. "Let them gossip. They're prey without teeth."
Athena's lips curved wickedly as she kissed Percy's cheek, lingering just enough to draw a collective gasp from the tavern. "Or prey too foolish to know when a predator walks among them."
The room buzzed with scandalized whispers, but Percy ignored them, his hand steady on Harry's back.
"See?" he murmured for Harry alone. "You never need to hide who you are. Let them choke on their whispers."
Harry's heart thudded. He wasn't sure if Percy meant him or himself — but either way, it felt like freedom.
The courtyard bricks loomed ahead. Harry frowned. "It's just a wall."
"Everything is, until you learn where to look," Percy said, his voice lowering. He guided Harry's hand toward the uneven stones. "Trace here, here, and here. Three points of truth."
Harry hesitated, then did as told. The bricks shuddered and twisted, the archway unfolding like a puzzle solved.
The breath rushed out of him. "Bloody hell…"
"Language," Athena corrected smoothly, though her smirk betrayed amusement.
Harry barely heard her. He was staring at Diagon Alley — the noise, the shops, the colors, the magic alive in every inch.
Artemis nudged him forward with a knowing smile. "Go on, cub. Claim your territory."
Harry straightened instinctively at her words. "I… I belong here, don't I?"
Percy's voice was low, proud. "More than any of them."
Harry walked through the archway, his chin high despite the awe in his eyes. People stopped to stare, but he didn't falter. Behind him, Percy walked hand in hand with Artemis and Athena, their intimacy unashamed, their presence a storm parting the crowd.
And Harry thought, with a thrill that made his skin buzz: I'm not alone anymore. I have a family. I belong.
The archway sealed itself behind them, cutting off the gray drizzle of London and replacing it with a riot of color. Stalls brimmed with enchanted trinkets, owls hooted from perches above shops, and children pressed sticky noses against windows where cauldrons stirred themselves.
Harry's eyes went wide. "It's… it's all real."
Athena leaned down, her golden hair brushing his cheek as she murmured, "Every myth, every whisper — all stories hold truth, Harry. The difference is how much mortals are willing to see."
He grinned up at her despite the heat on his ears. "Then I want to see everything."
Percy's hand squeezed his shoulder firmly. "And you will. But remember — knowledge is power, and power always has a price."
Artemis smirked, tugging Percy close and planting a kiss on his jaw deliberately in the middle of the street. Passersby stopped dead, mouths open, and a ripple of scandalous whispers spread like fire.
"Do you have to—" Harry whispered, horrified, as a witch nearly walked into a barrel while gawking at them.
"Yes," Artemis said cheerfully, lips still brushing Percy's skin. "I enjoy watching their little minds combust."
Athena's laughter was softer, but her hand slid possessively down Percy's arm, threading with Artemis's. "Let them choke on envy. They've built their world on titles and bloodlines — they cannot comprehend love freely chosen."
Harry's jaw dropped as a wizard actually dropped his shopping bag, eyes bulging as he watched Athena press herself flush against Percy's side.
"Merlin's beard," the man muttered.
Harry ducked his head, his cheeks blazing, but he couldn't help the small grin tugging at his lips. This is mad… but it feels right.
They strolled deeper into the Alley, Harry darting left and right like an excited hound. He pressed against a window where brooms hovered lazily in the air.
"Are those—"
"Broomsticks," Percy supplied calmly, stepping up beside him. "Not the fastest things you'll ever ride, but they'll serve for sport."
"Sport?!" Harry's mouth fell open. "People actually fly on them?"
Artemis chuckled, sliding her arm around Percy's waist as though staking a claim in full view of a horrified elderly witch. "Humans will make sport out of anything. Flying sticks, blunted arrows, even hunting shadows."
Harry's grin widened. "I want to try it."
"You will," Percy promised. His hand brushed Artemis's hip in subtle retaliation, earning him a mischievous nip at his ear that made Harry whip his gaze away, face scarlet.
"Do you two ever stop?" Harry muttered.
"No," Athena said serenely. "It keeps him sharp."
Percy only smirked, his arm slipping easily around both goddesses as if daring the crowd to stare harder.
By the time they reached Flourish and Blotts, whispers followed them openly.
"That's Potter!" a witch hissed, clutching her friend's arm. "The Boy-Who-Lived!"
"And who are they?" another murmured, staring with something between awe and fear at Percy, Artemis, and Athena.
"Too perfect to be mortal," someone else whispered.
Harry stiffened at the voices, but Percy's steady hand grounded him. "Ignore the noise. Let them see you walk without bowing."
Harry lifted his chin. "Like you do?"
Percy's lips curved. "Exactly like me."
Athena's eyes glimmered with approval. "Well said, Harry. You're learning."
Harry felt taller somehow, the weight of every gaze turning from crushing to empowering.
As they paused near a jeweler's window, Artemis tugged Percy's hand deliberately down her waist, smirking at the collective gasp of witches nearby.
"They'll say it's scandalous," she teased.
"Let them," Percy murmured, his eyes glinting as he kissed the corner of her lips before pulling Athena closer to mirror the gesture. "Scandal is simply truth the world isn't ready to face."
Harry groaned, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You're going to be the death of me."
Athena smirked knowingly. "On the contrary, Harry. We're teaching you how to live."
And so they continued, a spectacle in themselves: Percy, flanked by two goddesses who made no effort to hide their affection; Harry, caught between awe and embarrassment; and the Alley, which buzzed with whispers that would spread before nightfall to every corner of wizarding Britain.
For Harry, every corner held marvels. For Percy and his wives, every step was a declaration.
And beneath it all, the undercurrent was clear: the world had just seen a god walk among them — and none of them knew how to breathe.
The crowd parted unwillingly as they approached the great white edifice at the far end of the Alley. The marble walls of Gringotts Wizarding Bank towered above the shops, gleaming beneath the afternoon sun, guarded by goblins in scarlet and gold.
Harry slowed, his awe shifting to a nervous flutter. "Is… is that really guarded by goblins?"
Athena's lips quirked knowingly. "Sharp eyes, sharper claws, and a memory that rivals mine. Do not cross them, Harry — their grudges span centuries."
"They look… dangerous," Harry admitted, watching one adjust the spear at his side.
"They are," Percy said simply, resting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "And they respect strength above all else. Remember that."
Artemis tilted her head, eyes narrowed. "They're already watching you. Not because of who you are… but because you're walking with us."
Harry swallowed, the weight of dozens of small, piercing gazes settling on him.
"Then what do I do?" he asked quietly.
Percy smiled faintly, his voice a low rumble. "Walk tall. Show no fear. You are Harry Potter, and today you step into your birthright."
The massive bronze doors creaked open, revealing the dim interior beyond. Goblins bowed faintly as Percy passed, their sharp eyes flicking between him and the two radiant goddesses at his side. Whispers rippled behind them like wind through leaves.
Harry caught his reflection in the polished marble floor as they crossed the threshold. For the first time, he didn't just see the boy from Privet Drive. He saw someone stepping into history.
And beside him, Percy and his wives radiated the kind of power and intimacy that set the very air trembling — a living reminder that the wizarding world was no longer untouched.
The heavy doors sealed behind them with a thundering echo, shutting out the Alley's gossip. Ahead lay secrets, vaults, and revelations that would shake wizarding Britain.
Harry's stomach twisted with nerves. Percy's steady hand grounded him.
"Ready?" Percy asked softly.
Harry straightened. "Yes."
The first step into Gringotts felt like stepping into destiny.
The marble steps of Gringotts stretched upward like the threshold of another world. Harry stood frozen at the bottom, staring up at the gleaming white pillars, his hand clutching the side of Percy's cloak as though it were the only anchor he had. He had never seen anything like this — not in his worst days at Privet Drive, nor in the fantastical whispers Percy had shared the night before.
Artemis leaned closer, her silver eyes sweeping the wizarding crowds that parted instinctively around them. Her hand slipped into Percy's, fingers tightening with a silent question. Are you ready?
Percy answered her with a faint smile and a squeeze, his calm presence radiating outward. Even without speaking, he seemed to dominate the space, every wizard in sight shrinking under an aura they could not name. Beside him, Athena's lips curved into the faintest smirk, her eyes sharp as ever. "Already, they whisper," she murmured, her voice low enough for only Percy to hear.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, noticing how shopkeepers and passersby glanced their way before quickly looking down, as if afraid to be caught staring. "Why are they looking at us like that?" he asked, trying to make his voice sound braver than he felt.
"They can sense what you cannot yet," Percy said gently, laying a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Old blood. Old power. Wizards may lie with their tongues, but their magic never does. And you, Harry, carry both."
The boy swallowed hard but nodded. Something about Percy's words always made things clearer — heavier, yes, but clearer.
Kaal, perched atop the Gringotts steps like a sentinel carved from starlight and shadow, loosed a low rumble that vibrated through the stones. The goblin guards stiffened, their eyes widening at the sight of the colossal familiar. None dared to challenge its presence.
"Come," Percy said at last, his voice commanding but kind. "It is time to claim what is yours."
Inside, the grandeur of Gringotts nearly stole Harry's breath. The vaulted ceilings, glittering chandeliers, and long lines of goblins bent over golden scales seemed like something torn from a legend. He stared openly, feeling small and out of place.
But Percy? Percy walked as though he owned the place. Perhaps, Harry thought nervously, he actually did. Artemis glided at his left, all grace and untouchable beauty, while Athena walked at his right, sharp and regal. Together, they looked nothing like mortals — and the goblins seemed to know it.
At the great marble counter, a goblin clerk looked up, irritation clear on his face — until his gaze landed on Percy. The irritation vanished, replaced by something Harry had never seen on a goblin's face before: reverence.
"Lord Chronos," the goblin rasped, bowing his head.
Gasps rippled down the line of goblins. Quills paused mid-scratch. Gold scales stilled. Every goblin in earshot had frozen, their eyes snapping toward Percy in disbelief and awe.
Harry gaped. He had expected maybe a sneer, perhaps even resistance, but this? He looked up at Percy, but the man's expression was as calm and unbothered as ever.
"We require access to two vaults," Percy said smoothly. "The Potter vaults, by right of inheritance. And the vaults of Chronos, by right of blood."
The goblin bowed again. "It shall be done. At once."
⚜️ The Inheritance Test
In a private chamber carved from glittering obsidian, Harry sat nervously at a small stone table while Percy stood behind him, hand steadying on his shoulder.
"Place your hand on the parchment," instructed the goblin ritualist. His tone was hushed, careful, as though he dared not offend the guests before him. "A single drop of blood will suffice."
Harry glanced at Percy for reassurance.
"Go on," Percy said, voice warm. "This is not to harm you, Harry. It is to reveal you."
The boy pricked his finger with the provided silver dagger and pressed it to the parchment. The blood sank into the page like ink into water — and words began to burn themselves across the surface.
Inheritance Results:
Harry James Potter
Titles: Heir to House Potter, Heir to House Peverell
Vaults Accessible: Main Potter Vault, Family Vault, Peverell Vault (restricted until maturity)
Harry's eyes widened. "Peverell?"
Athena leaned forward, her voice tinged with satisfaction. "A name buried in history, yet here it stands. You carry more than you knew, child."
Percy crouched beside him, his gaze steady. "You are not only the boy they tried to keep hidden, Harry. You are heir to legacies most thought long dead. Remember that. Not for arrogance, but for strength."
Harry nodded, though his heart was pounding.
⚜️ The Potter Vault
The cart ride was dizzying, but when the vault door swung open, Harry forgot everything else. Piles of gold glittered in the torchlight. Shelves lined with books. Chests filled with artifacts. A suit of enchanted armor stood sentinel in one corner.
Harry stumbled forward, his breath catching. He had never seen so much as a spare coin in his life.
"This… this is all mine?" he whispered.
"Yes," Artemis said softly, watching him with an expression almost maternal. "It is yours by blood, by right, and by destiny."
Harry turned back, eyes wet but shining. "I don't even know where to start."
"Start here," Percy said, handing him a single pouch. "Take what you need for now. The rest will wait. Wealth is meaningless if it rules you. Rule it instead."
Harry clutched the pouch to his chest, nodding furiously, trying not to cry. For the first time in his life, he felt… worthy.
⚜️ The Chronos Vault
When the cart screeched to a halt before a vault larger than Hogwarts' Great Hall, the goblin guard dismounted, knees trembling. "Forgive me, Lord Chronos," he stammered. "I had thought… I had thought this vault only legend."
Percy laid a hand on the sealed door. Ancient runes ignited, filling the cavern with golden light. With a deep groan, the massive doors swung open.
Harry gasped.
Where the Potter Vault was treasure, the Chronos Vault was infinity. Gold flowed in rivers, artifacts hummed with restrained power, weapons gleamed with celestial craftsmanship. Whole wings of the vault stretched into darkness, filled with scrolls, armories, and relics that looked older than civilization itself.
The goblin dropped to his knees, trembling. "The House of Chronos lives again."
Artemis stepped close to Percy, her lips brushing his ear. "Do you see their fear?" she whispered, voice sultry with pride. "Do you feel their awe? This world is bending to you already."
Athena smirked, slipping her arm through Percy's. "Let them whisper. Let them scheme. None of it will matter. Here stands eternity."
Harry stood in stunned silence, staring between Percy and the endless vault. Compared to this, his own inheritance felt like a child's toy chest. But when he looked up at Percy, he found no arrogance, no gloating — only quiet strength.
"That," Percy said, gazing into the golden vastness, "is why power must never be wasted on vanity. Do you understand, Harry?"
The boy swallowed hard and nodded.
Harry could barely make sense of the enormity of the Chronos vault. It wasn't just gold — it was history, power, and mystery layered into the very walls. He found himself drawn to a pedestal near the entrance, where an orb of pale crystal pulsed faintly with light, as though it were breathing.
"What is that?" he asked, unable to tear his eyes away.
Athena's gaze sharpened. "A chronomantic focus," she murmured, her voice tinged with recognition. "A fragment of time itself, bound in stone. Such relics should not exist anymore."
Percy placed a hand on her lower back, steadying her when her scholarly curiosity threatened to pull her forward. "Some things are better left resting," he said quietly, though his eyes lingered on the relics with an expression both familiar and haunted.
Artemis, however, circled Percy like a wolf circling its alpha. "The wizards will lose their minds when they learn of this," she whispered with an amused smirk. "Malfoy gold will seem like children's play. Even the Potters cannot compare."
Harry blushed slightly at the comparison, unsure if he should be proud or embarrassed. "So… my vault's not much compared to this, huh?"
Percy crouched before him, his hand settling gently on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, do not measure your worth by piles of gold. Wealth is only a tool — it is courage, loyalty, and wisdom that make one truly rich. Your vault is enough to give you freedom, and freedom is priceless."
Harry's throat tightened, and he nodded.
The goblin escort, who had remained silent until now, finally dared to speak. His voice trembled with awe. "Lord Chronos, if it pleases you… a record shall be made. The return of your house will shake our world. Gringotts will honor it, as we honored it before."
"See that you do," Percy said calmly, his tone neither threatening nor kind — simply inevitable.
The goblin bowed low. "It shall be done."
⚜️ Harry's First Taste of Dignity
On their way back through the labyrinthine tunnels, Harry kept glancing between Percy and the women at his side. Percy carried himself like nothing that had happened was unusual — as though goblins bowing, vaults overflowing, and entire houses revived were simply routine. Artemis radiated pride, her hand never straying far from Percy's. Athena's sharp eyes darted over every detail, already calculating the ripples this revelation would cause in wizarding politics.
Harry, meanwhile, felt like a shadow trailing a comet.
When the rattling cart came to another stop before the main hall, he hesitated. "Percy?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Do you… think people will really see me differently now? Not just as the boy who—" he stumbled over the words, "—survived. But… you know. As someone who matters?"
Percy's hand came down on his shoulder with firm weight. "They will try to see you as a symbol, Harry. A banner for their own agendas. Dumbledore, the Ministry, pureblood houses — all of them will want to own a piece of you. But you must remember this: you matter not because of what they see, but because of who you are. That is what makes you unbreakable."
Harry nodded quickly, blinking back the sting in his eyes. He believed Percy — he always did.
⚜️ Goblin Oaths
Before leaving, the goblin ritualist returned with a scroll, sealed with Gringotts' insignia. "By ancient right, we confirm: House Chronos restored. House Potter acknowledged. Lordship claims valid and binding."
Harry gawked at the titles. "So… you're really a lord?"
Percy chuckled softly. "I am many things, Harry. But titles are less important than what you do with them."
Artemis leaned against Percy, her silver hair brushing his cheek as she whispered with a grin, "You wear the role well, husband."
Athena smirked from his other side. "Almost too well. I wonder how long before half this world throws itself at your feet — or tries to cut them out from under you."
Harry turned red at their open affection, still unused to how casually Percy and his wives displayed their bond. But even in that moment, he couldn't help but feel… safe. Protected. For the first time in his life, he wasn't alone.
⚜️ Chapter Ending
As the group stepped back into the blinding daylight of Diagon Alley, whispers rose like waves around them. The name of Chronos passed from lip to lip, fear and awe tangled in every voice. Some stared at Percy in reverence, others in envy, but all stared.
Harry clutched his pouch of gold a little tighter, standing taller at Percy's side. For once, he didn't feel like the smallest person in the street.
And above them, Kaal circled in the sky, his shadow vast against the sunlight, as if declaring to all who saw:
A god walks among you. And the world will never be the same.
The goblin-forged bronze doors of Gringotts closed behind them with a resonant clang, and Diagon Alley unfolded like a tapestry of chaos and wonder. Harry stopped short, his green eyes going wide.
There were cauldrons stacked high, each advertising features like self-stirring or collapsible. There were owls in cages, hooting indignantly at the noise. Robes in every color fluttered in shop windows. The smells of parchment, ink, roasted nuts, and strange magical spices drifted through the air.
Harry had never seen anything like it. Privet Drive had been neat, orderly, suffocating. This was alive.
"Merlin's beard…" he whispered.
Artemis, walking close at Percy's side, smirked at the awestruck boy. "Eyes forward, Harry, before you walk into a broom stand."
Harry flushed, stumbling around a display of Cleansweep sevens. "Sorry. It's just—this place—it's incredible!"
Percy laid a hand on his shoulder, guiding him through the crowd. "Enjoy it. You only get your first day here once. But remember, not everything that glitters here is good. Diagon Alley is as much about politics as it is shopping. Eyes open."
Harry nodded, trying to swallow his excitement into something more composed, like Percy would want.
⚜️ Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions
Their first stop was Madam Malkin's, a small shop smelling of fresh linen and lavender. A squat witch bustled over, measuring tapes floating in the air like snakes.
"School robes, dear?" she asked Harry brightly.
"Yes, ma'am."
She ushered him onto a stool, fussing with pins and fabric as Harry stood stiffly. Percy and his wives drew immediate stares the moment they entered. Artemis' silver-blonde hair shimmered under the lamplight, her modern cut dress scandalously daring compared to the plain wizard robes. Athena's elegant poise and sharp gaze made her seem more queen than customer. Percy, in simple dark clothing that somehow looked regal, leaned against the wall with unbothered grace.
Two other boys were being fitted — one pale and pointed, the other heavyset. The pale one's eyes flicked to Percy, widening. "Who's that?" he whispered, though not quietly enough.
"That," Athena said with a small smile, "is someone you're not nearly ready to measure yourself against."
The boy's mouth snapped shut.
Harry bit back a laugh, shoulders loosening.
When Madam Malkin finished, Artemis stepped forward, fingers brushing Harry's collar to straighten it. "Better," she said softly. "Walk tall, Harry. Even in school robes."
For the first time in his life, Harry felt like he looked… proper.
⚜️ Flourish and Blotts
Next came Flourish and Blotts. The bookstore was a temple of parchment and dust, with towering shelves and a queue that nearly spilled outside. Harry clutched his list eagerly.
Athena took command here, moving like a general through her battlefield. "This one is too basic. Replace it. Take the advanced text as well." She plucked volumes from high shelves without hesitation, stacking them into Harry's arms.
Harry blinked. "But—aren't these for older years?"
"Knowledge does not wait for permission," Athena said simply. "You are Potter. You will not lag behind."
Harry grinned despite himself. He liked the way she said it — not as pressure, but as fact.
Percy smirked as Harry struggled with the pile. "You'll thank her later."
Artemis leaned in close to Percy, whispering so only he could hear. "If he reads half of what she's piling on him, he'll surpass most of his professors in a year."
"Good," Percy murmured, his arm slipping casually around her waist. "He'll need it."
⚜️ Magical Menagerie
The Magical Menagerie was a cacophony of squawks, hisses, and squeaks. Harry pressed his nose to the glass of cages, fascinated by pygmy puffs, chittering kneazles, and a massive black rat that looked almost too cunning.
But Percy led him away from the clutter toward a quiet, shadowed enclosure in the back. Inside perched a magnificent golden eagle. Its feathers gleamed like hammered sunlight, its eyes sharp as blades.
Harry froze. "It's… beautiful."
The eagle turned its head, fixing Harry with an almost regal gaze. It didn't screech or flap like the others. It simply regarded him, as though weighing him.
Percy smiled faintly. "Meet your familiar, Harry. A bond for life, if you accept it."
Harry's mouth went dry. "Mine?"
"Yours." Percy rested a hand on his shoulder again, grounding him. "Not just a pet. A partner. Treat him with respect, and he will soar with you."
Slowly, Harry approached. The eagle bowed its head just slightly, enough for Harry to raise a trembling hand and touch the warm feathers. "Hedwig," he whispered. "I'll call you Hedwig."
The eagle gave a low, approving cry.
Behind them, Artemis' expression softened, and even Athena's stern face eased. Percy's lips quirked. "A strong name."
Harry turned, unable to stop his smile. For once, he felt chosen — not by prophecy, not by fate, but by something real.
⚜️ Ollivanders
Their final stop was Ollivanders. The narrow shop smelled of dust, cedar, and secrets. Stacks of thin wand boxes towered precariously.
The shopkeeper appeared like a ghost. "Ah… Mr. Potter. I wondered when I'd see you." His pale eyes flicked to Percy, then lingered too long. "And you… curious… very curious…"
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
The wand trials began. Wand after wand refused him, sparking, wilting, or cracking the air wrong. Until finally—
A wand of holly and phoenix feather, but not as canon — subtly different. The moment Harry grasped it, a surge of energy rushed through him, brighter and fiercer than he had imagined. Light flared, and Kaal screeched from outside, as though acknowledging it.
Ollivander stumbled back. "Extraordinary. Not since…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "A wand of unique resonance. More powerful than I have crafted in decades." His gaze flicked to Percy, troubled.
Then Percy and his wives stepped forward for their wands. Ollivander disappeared into the back, returning with three long-forgotten boxes, dusty and almost trembling with power.
When Percy touched his, the shop seemed to hold its breath. When Artemis and Athena lifted theirs, the room quaked faintly, the shelves rattling.
"These…" Ollivander whispered, pale, "I had thought unusable. They predate even my grandfather's keeping. And yet—they chose you." His eyes darted to Percy's calm, knowing smile. "These wands… may well rival the Elder Wand itself."
Harry shivered. He didn't understand half of what was happening — but he understood one thing. Percy wasn't just powerful. He was different.
And Harry was glad, more than glad, that Percy was on his side.
⚜️ Chapter Ending
As they stepped into the late afternoon sunlight, the bags heavy with books, robes, and supplies, Hedwig's golden wings spread proudly above Harry.
Percy walked with Artemis and Athena at his sides, their bond plain in every touch and glance. Harry trailed close, feeling taller, braver, more certain than he ever had before.
The whispers followed them still: Chronos… Potter… power reborn…
But for the first time, Harry didn't care.
He had family. He had a wand. He had Hedwig.
And he had Percy.
The world could whisper all it liked.
The last rays of afternoon stretched long shadows over Privet Drive as Percy, Artemis, Athena, and Harry stepped out of the shimmering portal Percy had woven from Diagon Alley back to the suburban street. To the neighbors peeking through curtains, it looked like the Dursleys' unwanted nephew had simply returned with relatives. Nothing more.
But behind the glamour, they walked as gods returning from battle — wands, robes, and Hedwig perched proudly on Harry's arm.
Petunia, peeking out her kitchen window, pursed her lips. To her, Percy was merely "that tall stranger," too handsome, too intimidating. She sniffed. Vernon muttered something about "foreigners."
But no one dared confront them. The glamour shimmered, bending mortal minds. The Dursleys would forget in minutes.
⚜️ At Chronos Manor
By evening, they stood once more in the marble halls of Chronos Manor. The ancient wards sang at Percy's return, the great braziers lighting with silver-blue fire. Harry trailed his fingers across the polished columns, still unable to believe this belonged to them.
"It feels alive," Harry whispered.
"It is," Athena said, brushing her hand across an engraved wall. "Old magic, bound to blood and name. You carry it too, Harry, by right of family."
Harry blinked. "Family?"
Percy ruffled his hair gently. "You're no guest here, Harry. You're kin. Never forget that."
Harry swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. Kin. He'd never had that before.
Kaal's shadow passed over the glass ceiling as the great creature circled, his screech echoing like thunder. Hedwig answered with a sharp cry, the two familiars acknowledging each other before the eagle settled near Harry's chambers.
⚜️ Whispers in the World
Elsewhere, the wizarding world had not been silent.
At the Ministry, hushed voices swirled around fireplaces and parchment-stacked desks. House Chronos revived. Goblins had been seen bowing. Vaults once thought legend now opened.
Pureblood families whispered in their manors.
The Malfoys fumed — their fortune now a child's pocket money compared to Chronos' wealth.
The Greengrasses and Parkinsons muttered of daughters "suited" for alliance.
The Notts plotted in corners, wondering if Percy could be manipulated or destroyed.
And in his tower office at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore read reports with narrowed eyes. A powerful figure had resurfaced, yet with no allegiance declared. Dangerous. He had already written to Molly Weasley and Severus Snape, threads of manipulation weaving. Harry must not slip too far from his hand.
⚜️ Nights of Firelight
The days passed in a blur of lessons and quiet joys. Percy guided Harry in wand handling, teaching balance, focus, and restraint. Artemis took him into the manor gardens, showing him the patience of a hunter. Athena drilled him in logic and problem-solving, her sharp mind cutting through his hesitation.
Harry was exhausted each night, but proud — a pride that warmed him deeper than any meal at the Dursleys ever had.
And at night, when Harry slept, the manor came alive in other ways.
The bond between Percy, Artemis, and Athena burned bright and unashamed. Their love was no courtly secret, no chaste companionship. It was divine — sensual, passionate, eternal. Firelight spilled through half-drawn curtains, casting shadows of entwined forms across carved walls. Whispered moans mingled with laughter, silk sheets twisted and clung.
Kaal perched high on the manor's spire, wings spread wide, as if guarding their intimacy with the same ferocity he showed in battle. The wards pulsed in time with their bond, Chronos Manor itself recognizing the love of its master.
And Harry — though aware — was neither scandalized nor afraid. Percy had taught him already: love, in its truest form, was strength. What he saw in Percy and his wives was not something shameful, but something eternal.