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Determined and somewhat numb, Harry felt leaves crunch beneath his feet. He knew what he had to do and was ready to face death if it meant the protection of his remaining family. He looked at Voldemort and his circle of Death Eaters, then calmly lowered the hood of his invisibility cloak.
“Harry Potter,” Voldemort said with triumph the second Harry’s head was revealed, his cold tone dripping with disdain. “The Boy Who Lived... come to die. You have been a thorn in my side for far too long. Your defiance ends here.”
Red eyes gleamed with vicious glee as Harry watched him raise his wand. “Avada Kedavra!” his voice hissed as deadly green light spiraled toward Harry.
Harry Potter’s body fell with a soft thud on the forest floor. Everything faded into darkness. Yet, almost instantly, a delicate, warm light enveloped him, pulling him into an ethereal realm that was simultaneously familiar and foreign.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing in King’s Cross Station, but it wasn’t the busy, bustling terminal he remembered. This version of the platform was a place of peace, bathed in a luminous glow, seemingly waiting for him. He spotted two figures approaching through the mist.
“Mum? Dad?” he whispered, his heart pounding.
As they came closer, the mist cleared, revealing his parents’ familiar, loving faces. They looked just as they did in the photographs—young, vibrant, and full of life.
“Harry,” his mother, Lily, whispered, pulling him into a warm embrace. “You’ve grown up so much.”
James ruffled Harry’s hair, a gesture that felt strangely comforting and natural despite the circumstances. “We’re so proud of you.”
Harry pulled back slightly, confusion knitting his brows. “What is this place? Am I... am I dead?”
“Not entirely,” Lily explained gently. “This is a place between life and death, a resting stop of sorts.”
James’s face turned serious. “We’ve brought you here because there are things you need to know, Harry. Things about your heritage.”
Harry frowned. “My heritage?”
Lily nodded. “Your grandmother, Dorea Potter née Black, was more than just a witch. She was a demigod, the daughter of Jupiter—known to the Greeks as Zeus.”
The revelation hit Harry like a lightning bolt, charging through his entire being. “I’m... part god?”
“Not only that, but you are also the Master of Death. The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak—you’ve united them,” James continued.
Harry’s mind swirled with this new information. “What does that mean for me?”
Lily took his hand. “As a descendant of Jupiter and the Master of Death, you possess many powers and abilities. But you will have to work hard to learn to control them.”
James added, “There is a camp for children of godly blood. You will find more information about it in my mother’s journals. They will be able to help you learn more about your godly heritage and train you on how to battle the monsters that will attack you.”
Harry felt a sense of relief. He had always been different, but now he knew why. This legacy was his to embrace, and he would try his best to honor both sides of his heritage in every battle he could once he learned to use his powers.
But first he had a dark lord to defeat. “It’s time for you to return, Harry,” Lily said softly as the light around them began to intensify.
James nodded. “Finish what you started Harry, know that we’re always with you.”
“We love you Harry,” Harry hugged his mother and father with tears in his eyes as the station began to fade and he felt himself being pulled back to the land of the living.
~
Rejoining the battle at Hogwarts, Harry felt an overwhelming sense of purpose. He navigated through the chaos with unwavering focus, casting protective charms and spells to aid his friends. As he confronted Voldemort in the Great Hall, the room fell silent.
The final duel began, and Harry used his mastery of magic and quick thinking to outmaneuver Voldemort's relentless attacks. Remembering Dumbledore's teachings and the strength of his own character, Harry capitalized on Voldemort's weaknesses. With the Elder Wand in his grasp, Harry deflected the Killing Curse, causing it to rebound upon Voldemort.
Voldemort fell, defeated by his own hubris. The Dark Lord's reign of terror was over. Harry's victory was a testament to the love Harry had for his family.
However, in the aftermath of the battle, Harry's euphoria quickly turned to heartache. As he walked through the Great Hall, searching for familiar faces, he came upon Remus’ lifeless body. Harry's breath caught in his throat. Despite his efforts to protect those he loved, his godfather, the last piece of family he had in this world was gone.
Harry dropped to his knees beside Remus, emotions flooding him. He reached out and gently touched Remus’s hand, feeling the coldness of death. Tears blurred his vision, and he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Moony."
The loss hit him hard, mingling with the exhaustion and relief of victory. In that moment, Harry realized the true cost of the battle, a bittersweet reminder that even in triumph, sacrifices were inevitable. Surrounded by the chaos of the aftermath, Harry vowed to honor Remus’s memory by continuing to fight for the peace and love that his family had given their lives for.
~
After the war, Harry channeled his grief and determination into his studies. He knew that completing his education was something Remus, and his parents, would have wanted for him. Despite the weight of his losses, Harry dedicated himself to preparing for his N.E.W.T.s. Thankfully he had been emancipated during the Triwizard Tournament and he didn’t have to worry about the ministry trying to put him into anyone’s custody.
Harry spent countless hours poring over textbooks and practicing advanced magic on his own. He took over Grimmuald Place’s study, surrounded himself with stacks of parchment and magical artifacts. Summer days passed in a blur of concentration and hard work.
Harry decided to take his N.E.W.T.s before the new term at Hogwarts began. On the day of his exams, he entered the Ministry of Magic with a sense of purpose, ready to prove himself. The exams were grueling, but he was determined.
As the days turned into weeks, Harry awaited his results with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. On September 1st, while others were boarding the Hogwarts Express for a new school year, Harry received an owl carrying his N.E.W.T. results. His heart pounded as he opened the letter, revealing top marks in multiple subjects.
Although the accomplishment was bittersweet —knowing he couldn’t share the moment with Remus or his parents—Harry felt a sense of pride. He had finally finished his wizarding education and was ready to begin a new journey.
In the weeks after his exams, he had gone to Gringotts and retrieved his grandmother’s diaries as well as several other things she’d left for any descendants whose godly blood was strong enough to need them.
Harry had gone through everything and now found himself in possession of what he now knew was an Imperial Gold gladius, it was beautifully made and covered in engravings of lightning bolts. When harry pressed the small lightning bolt engraved on the bottom of the handle it turned into a golden charm bracelet with lots of lightning bolt charms and he could turn it back into a sword by pulling on the biggest charm.
Now armed with a defense against the monsters which attacked him anytime he left the house and a letter from his grandmother for the Roman camp, it was time for Harry to make his way to Camp Jupiter.