The autumn wind rustled through the trees around Highland Manor, painting the surrounding forest in strokes of amber and gold. Harry Potter stood barefoot on the dewy grass, his wand lazily twirling above his open palm. The charm he was testing fizzled into harmless sparks as a familiar giggle echoed from the kitchen window.
Inside the manor, Hestia bustled about in her apron—an enchanted blue fabric that shimmered like starlight—preparing breakfast. Teddy Lupin, barely over a year old, was perched on the counter, babbling gleefully as he munched on tiny, buttered crescent rolls that steamed softly in his hands.
"'Nummy!" Teddy declared, kicking his legs in delight.
Hestia beamed. "Of course it is, little flame. It's my third batch this morning. You've got quite the appetite."
"I cook too!" Teddy proclaimed proudly, smearing jam across his nose with a sticky finger.
From the doorway, Andromeda chuckled. "You'll need a few more years before you're allowed near a real fire, Teddykins."
Harry entered with a light laugh. "Let him dream, Andy. If he keeps eating like this, we'll have to double the pantry."
Hestia turned, placing a hand on her hip. "And whose fault is that, Mr. Potter? You bring me all those magical ingredients from Doce Encanto, and you expect me not to experiment?"
Harry grinned. "Not complaining. You've practically turned this manor into a five star restaurant. I've been meaning to say thank you, Hestia."
The goddess of the hearth flushed slightly. "Oh, I'm just doing what I love. And being around Teddy…" She glanced fondly at the boy, who was now licking a spoon clean. "It brings me peace."
Harry sat beside Teddy, letting the little boy crawl onto his lap. "It's been good, just... slowing down. Taking a break. No classes, no gods demanding my time. Just—"
A shimmer of pink-gold light flashed in the living room, followed by a scent of roses and honey.
Harry blinked. "Spoke too soon."
Aphrodite materialized with all the flair of a goddess used to being adored. Her golden hair flowed like silk in a summer breeze, and her dress shimmered with iridescent colors that seemed to shift depending on how she moved. She stood barefoot on the rug, a confident smile curving her lips.
"Harry," she purred. "Darling."
Hestia groaned from the kitchen. "Oh, not you."
Aphrodite ignored her entirely, strolling toward the breakfast table like she belonged there. "I thought I'd stop by. We haven't had a proper conversation since forever."
"I thought you stopped trying to seduce me," Harry muttered, adjusting Teddy on his hip.
"This is not seduction, this is tactical flirting," Aphrodite said with a wink. "Very effective."
She leaned against the counter, her gaze sliding slowly over Harry's form. "And now that Hermione's off to Britain, I thought perhaps you and I could spend some quality time together."
Harry arched an eyebrow. "You mean in the 'let me seduce you' sort of way?"
Aphrodite giggled. "Don't be crude. I merely want to get to know you. You're… interesting. Wizard. Mysterious. And frankly, quite handsome."
Teddy raised his jam-smeared hands and pointed at her. "Pwetty lady funny."
Aphrodite beamed. "Why, thank you, little one! You have excellent taste."
Hestia, now seated at the table, stirred her tea loudly. "You're not here for tea or cookies, Aphrodite. What's your angle?"
"I don't need an angle," she said airily. "I like Harry. And it's not like Artemis or Athena have claimed him. Yet."
Hestia rubbed her temples. "This isn't a competition, you know."
Aphrodite leaned in close, her breath warm against his cheek. "With us? Everything is."
At that moment, golden light flashed at the doorway.
Athena.
Her eyes immediately narrowed when she saw Aphrodite leaning so close. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"
Aphrodite twirled a strand of hair. "Sharing breakfast."
Hestia muttered, "Poisoning the atmosphere, more like."
Harry stood up, raising Teddy like a shield. "Okay, enough. If you're here for cookies, you're welcome to stay. If not, maybe take the goddess drama outside?"
Teddy clapped. "Dama! Dama!"
Aphrodite and Athena exchanged sharp glances, but to Harry's surprise, Athena backed down first. She walked toward Teddy, brushing her hand over his hair, and then turned her cool gaze to Harry. "We'll speak later. Privately."
With that, she vanished.
Aphrodite sighed. "She really needs to loosen up."
Harry gave her a flat look. "Please don't make this weird. I'm just trying to be a good godfather."
Aphrodite crossed her arms with a dramatic huff. "Fine. But don't pretend you aren't enjoying the attention."
Hestia chuckled. "He's enjoying the cookies more."
"Cookies!" Teddy shouted, and the kitchen dissolved into laughter.
Outside, the leaves continued to fall.
But inside Highland Manor, things were only beginning to heat up.
The sky outside the Black Mansion shimmered with autumn gold as the leaves danced in lazy spirals. Harry had just tucked Teddy into his enchanted crib, where little stars spun above the baby's head, each humming a lullaby only magical children could hear. Downstairs, the comforting scent of roasted pumpkin bread filled the halls—courtesy of Hestia, who was bustling in the kitchen with Andromeda, humming a soft tune from ages long forgotten.
There was a knock at the warded door.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "That's odd," he murmured to himself. "No one uses the front door."
He cautiously approached the door. The wards pulsed once, recognized the visitor, and allowed the door to open. Standing there, wearing a dark university jacket, jeans, and a confused expression, was Annie Green—his classmate from Princeton.
"Annie?" Harry blinked in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I needed to see you," Annie said, stepping forward quickly, her eyes scanning his face with something close to panic. "You haven't been to class. And your house—it's empty. Lester said Hermione left for Britain and you took a break. I got worried."
Harry stepped aside to let her in. "I didn't expect… I mean, it's sweet of you, but how did you find this place?"
"I'm very good at tracking," she said cryptically. "I needed to make sure you were alright."
Before Harry could ask further, three figures entered the room—each carrying tea and sweet rolls: Hestia, Athena, and Aphrodite.
Annie Green froze. Her eyes narrowed.
The three goddesses all turned at once. Recognition hit like thunder.
Athena adjusted her spectacles with a sharp smile. "Well, well… I was wondering how long it would take you."
Aphrodite clapped her hands in mock delight. "Oh, this is rich! So that's what the 'Green' stood for—Greenwood? Grove? Virgin forest?"
Hestia, ever calm, simply placed the tray down and nodded in greeting. "Artemis."
Harry nearly dropped his wand. "Wait—what?"
Artemis winced slightly, standing stiffly now like a soldier caught out of uniform. She glanced at Harry, then back at her divine sisters. "I was going to tell him."
"You mean you weren't just going to sneak into his mortal life, wear a hoodie, and pretend to be an overqualified freshman until one of us caught you?" Aphrodite teased.
Harry slowly lowered himself onto the couch. "You're… you're Artemis? The same one I met on the Alps?"
Artemis turned to him and sighed. "Yes. I'm sorry, Harry. I disguised myself to keep an eye on you. I had my suspicions. And then… I just kept coming to class. I liked learning. I liked talking to you. I liked... being near you."
There was a long pause.
Harry looked at her—truly looked at her. Annie Green had always been distant but kind, thoughtful in her answers, sharp in debates. And now, knowing she was a literal goddess... he didn't know how to feel.
"Well," Harry finally said with a small grin, "I guess it's not the weirdest thing to happen to me."
That earned a chuckle from Hestia and a sigh of relief from Artemis.
But Aphrodite was not finished.
"So now you're all here. Fighting over the same man. Delightful. Shall we draw lots? Or perhaps Harry gets to choose."
"Enough, Aphrodite," Athena snapped. "This isn't a game."
Harry raised his hands. "Uh… I'm still in the room, you know?"
Artemis looked directly at him, her voice soft now. "I didn't mean to lie to you, Harry. I just didn't know how to explain what I was feeling."
He studied her—this goddess who had sworn off love for eternity, who now stood vulnerable in his living room.
"It's alright," he said at last. "I guess… I have a lot of questions."
"And you'll get answers," Hestia said gently, handing him a cup of tea. "But maybe we should sit down first. Before more Olympians decide to join us."
The living room of Black Mansion had gone unusually still.
Athena had frozen mid-sip of her tea. Hestia, who rarely showed visible emotion, paused halfway through slicing the warm loaf of charmed honeybread. Artemis looked like someone had shot an arrow right back at her chest, and Aphrodite—goddess of love herself—had stopped twirling her hair, her playful smirk replaced with something unreadable.
Andromeda, who had just walked into the room with a towel draped over her shoulder from bathing Teddy, stopped at the doorway, sensing something heavy lingering in the air.
Harry stood by the fireplace, hands in his pockets, eyes unreadable behind a quiet seriousness.
"I suppose," Harry said softly, "now that all of you have revealed your truths… it's only fair I reveal mine."
He walked forward slowly and looked at each of them.
"I'm not just a wizard."
Artemis frowned. "We know you're not. You're… different. Powerful."
Athena narrowed her eyes, already calculating. "You mean magically gifted?"
"No," Harry said, his voice calm but weighty. "I mean not just magical."
He raised his hand and from thin air summoned the Invisibility Cloak, which shimmered like liquid moonlight. Then, with a flick of his wand, the Elder Wand appeared in his other hand—an instrument of destiny pulsing with ancient power. Finally, Harry reached into a pouch at his waist and produced the Resurrection Stone, embedded in a small obsidian ring.
He looked at them, his eyes calm.
"I am the first person in over a thousand years to reunite all three Deathly Hallows and absorbed all their powers into my body."
Andromeda's eyes widened. "Impossible. The Hallows were… legend."
"They were real," Harry said, and his voice dropped an octave. The light in the room dimmed. "Because they were created from the immortality of my father—Thanatos."
Silence.
Hestia placed the knife down gently. "Thanatos… the Titan of Death?"
Harry nodded. "Long ago, Thanatos's son grew weary of eternal life. He chose to live a mortal life—a human life. He sacrificed his immortality and split it into three artifacts and gave it away to three wizards. He lived and died as a man. The legends twisted it, called it a tale of 'Death and the Three Brothers,' but it was him."
Andromeda finally spoke. "You mean… he died as a human?"
Harry's gaze softened. "Yes. But when I united the Hallows, something awakened in me. Something ancient. His blood, his power, his... legacy. It reconnected. I didn't know what was happening until Thanatos started coming into my dreams."
Aphrodite stared at him, blinking. "You're… immortal?"
Harry let out a slow breath. "Yes."
Athena stood abruptly, her voice trembling—not in fear, but in awe. "Do you have dominion over death? Can you summon spirits?"
"I don't raise the dead," Harry said carefully. "But I can speak to souls who linger… and I can sense when death is near. I don't age. I don't get sick. I can't be killed by mortal means."
Artemis stepped closer to him. "You—you were carrying this secret all along?"
Harry smiled faintly. "It's not exactly first-date conversation, is it?"
Hestia let out a small breath, a laugh escaping her lips. "By the hearth… I've never seen the Olympians this speechless."
Aphrodite, regaining her composure, smirked. "Well, that solves a lot of problems, doesn't it? I was beginning to wonder how to make an immortal out of a mortal. Turns out, our dear Harry was already divine."
Andromeda sat down hard on a chair. "Merlin's beard," she muttered. "I was worried about him dating powerful women. Turns out he's a bloody demigod—or worse."
"Not a demigod," Harry corrected gently. "A Titan-born. The son of Thanatos."
Athena stepped forward and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "You've changed the game, Harry Potter. The Fates may not have woven this one… and that terrifies me."
Artemis touched his hand, hesitant. "Does this change things for you? Us?"
Harry looked at her, then at the other goddesses.
"I'm still me," he said softly. "I still want to be a father figure for Teddy. I want to study, learn, live. But I won't hide anymore. If something's coming—if my heritage is going to bring trouble—I want you all to know before it arrives."
Andromeda wiped her eyes and nodded. "Then you'll face it together—with us."
Aphrodite laughed and twirled toward Hestia. "See? I told you he was perfect."
Hestia nodded, but her eyes were serious. "You realize this will reach Olympus. Zeus won't be pleased."
"I'll handle Zeus," Athena said darkly. "For once, someone with the power to stand on equal footing with the gods isn't trying to destroy the world."
Harry chuckled. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
Aphrodite smiled at him, her voice soft. "You're not just a man worth loving. You're a man worth fighting beside."
Harry glanced down at the Hallows in his hands.
"Then let's make sure I use these powers for something good. Starting with dinner. Hestia—what are you cooking tonight?"
Hestia smiled wide. "Now that, dear Harry, is a question worthy of a Titan's son."