Evening at Black Mansion had become a peculiar blend of domestic peace and divine chaos. Once a haven for Harry, Andromeda, and little Teddy, it now regularly hosted goddesses. In the grand living room, magical lights hovered in the air, casting a warm glow. A tray of food from Hestia floated above the coffee table, refilling itself whenever someone reached for one.
Athena sat near the fireplace, deeply engaged in a magical tome Harry had lent her from his personal collection. Artemis lounged on the armrest beside Harry, her silver eyes scanning him between glances at a hunting magazine. Across the room, Aphrodite draped herself in a plush armchair, casually playing with strands of her golden hair, eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched Harry.
Harry, for his part, looked like a man navigating a minefield. He had long grown used to magical crises and ancient prophecies, but three Olympian goddesses openly vying for his attention in one room was another matter. He kept his posture neutral, his tone measured, and avoided saying anything that could be misconstrued as favoring one over the others. Even a compliment could lead to divine-scale bickering.
"Hestia's food is the real hero here," Harry muttered, biting into one and letting the warm cinnamon flavor melt in his mouth.
"I baked those with stardust sugar," Hestia said with pride, entering from the kitchen with a tray of fresh pastries. Her role remained maternal and grounded, and she kept the peace among her younger sisters with a wise, quiet presence.
Evening passed gently within the halls of the Black Mansion, beside the hearth, sipping tea as three Olympian goddesses argued over who got the last cookie.
Athena, in a neat blue blouse and spectacles that gave her a scholarly edge, leaned forward with narrowed eyes. "I distinctly remember there being four cookies."
"You snooze, you lose," Aphrodite chirped, licking a crumb from her finger. She was lounging on the couch in a silk tunic and shorts that shimmered faintly, even in shadow.
"I didn't even blink," Athena snapped.
"You should know better than to blink around Aphrodite," Artemis muttered dryly, sitting cross-legged beside Harry, a quiet smirk on her face.
Harry just smiled awkwardly, knowing well that choosing a side in this argument would bring divine consequences.
Before the conversation could escalate, a golden glow pulsed in mid-air above the fireplace, forming into three small, spinning disks of celestial light. The goddesses immediately straightened, expressions sobering. Athena reached out and touched one.
"It's a summons," she said gravely. "From Olympus."
"For all three of us," Artemis confirmed as she tapped the second. Her eyes darted to Aphrodite, who was already checking her compact mirror and fluffing her golden curls in anticipation.
"I suppose duty calls," Aphrodite sighed, adjusting her appearance from flirtatious mortal to divine elegance. "Try not to miss me, Harry."
Harry blinked. "You'll be back soon, right?"
"We always are," Artemis said, eyes meeting his with a softness she rarely showed anyone.
The three goddesses shimmered and vanished in a flash of light, leaving Harry and Andromeda blinking in the sudden quiet. Teddy giggled from his playpen, waving his arms toward the spot they had disappeared from.
"Say bye-bye," Andromeda cooed.
"Bye! Shiny lady!" Teddy grinned.
Olympus glistened as always—cloud-carved palaces and marbled pathways, resonating with divine power. Inside the Council Hall, the twelve golden thrones gleamed under the vaulted sky. The moment Athena, Artemis, and Aphrodite arrived, the room turned solemn. All Olympians were present, and tension hung thick in the air.
Zeus stood at the center, stormy eyes sweeping the room.
"We've received dire news," he announced. "The Bone of Crius has been stolen."
Gasps echoed. Athena's brows furrowed deeply. Even Ares and Apollo looked rattled.
The Bone of Crius was more than a relic—it was a piece of a Titan's soul, filled with celestial alignment magic and time-bound chaos. It had been sealed in a high-security vault within Zeus's temple for thousands of years.
"No alarms were tripped," Hera muttered. "No wards broken. Whoever took it… knew our protections."
"It could unravel the axis of time," Hecate said grimly. "The magic inside it is older than Olympus itself."
"We need it recovered," Zeus declared. "Not by a half-blood or champion. This mission requires a full Olympian."
Artemis immediately stepped forward.
"I will take this task."
Zeus raised a brow. "You're certain?"
"Yes," she replied with unwavering resolve. "If someone dares defy us with such a theft, they must be stopped before more chaos spreads."
With a nod from her father, Artemis left the council chamber, her mind already running through possibilities, suspects, and the growing sense that this wasn't merely a theft. It was a message.
Back at Black Mansion, a subtle shimmer of silver mist rolled through the garden before Artemis emerged quietly onto the stone path. She opened the door and stepped into the comforting warmth of the household. The scent of cinnamon and roasted meat greeted her. Inside, Harry and Andromeda were cooking together while Teddy bounced in his high chair, chewing a biscuit.
Harry looked up. "You're back."
Artemis gave a nod, stepping closer. "We have a problem."
Harry tilted his head. "What happened?"
She sighed and took a seat beside him. "A powerful artifact has been stolen—The Bone of Crius."
Harry frowned. "Never heard of it."
"You wouldn't. It was hidden away to keep its power from ever being abused. If it falls into the wrong hands…"
Harry leaned forward. "You will find it before that happens. Do you want any help from me?"
Artemis looked into his eyes, calm and focused. "Be ready. If the thief is demigod—and I suspect they are—we may need your help tracking them."
From across the room, Andromeda called out, "Dinner's ready!"
"Coming!" Artemis replied, and for the first time since the Council meeting, she let her shoulders ease.
For now, she feels like she is home.
The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains of the Black Mansion's main hall. The scent of fresh bread and spiced tea wafted through the air—courtesy of Hestia, who had already finished breakfast for the household before vanishing into the kitchen garden. Birds chirped in the distance, but their song was soon interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.
Harry had just zipped up his backpack when Kreacher opened the front door. Kreacher was summoned last night as Harry wanted Kreacher to stay with Andromeda and Teddy as he is going on a quest.
Artemis stood there, her expression firm, dressed in sleek travel leathers that shimmered slightly with divine enchantments. Her silver cloak draped over one shoulder, her hair tied back in a warrior's braid, and a small hunting pack slung over her shoulder.
Before she could even speak, voices came from within.
"Told you she'd be here early," came Aphrodite's unmistakable drawl. She leaned against the parlor wall, her bag slung casually over one shoulder, looking like she was ready for a fashion week hike.
Athena adjusted the strap of her olive-colored satchel, which was heavy with books, scrolls, and—judging by the bulge—a few pocket-sized weapons. "It was inevitable. The speed at which she accepted the quest reeked of ulterior motives."
Artemis's eyes narrowed. "Ulterior motives? I'm the one taking this seriously."
"You mean seriously trying to steal Harry for yourself," Aphrodite said, smirking. "Don't pretend we don't know. As soon as you came back from Olympus with that glint in your eye, it was clear you were planning to drag him off alone."
"I don't drag people," Artemis hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "And for your information, I have a divine mission. Not a vacation."
"Then it shouldn't matter if we join you," Athena said calmly. "We're all concerned about the Bone of Crius. Its recovery is vital to maintaining the celestial balance. And Harry—" she paused meaningfully, "—isn't just your sidekick."
Just then, Harry stepped into the room, adjusting the strap of his normal black backpack.
"Uh… did I walk into something?" he asked, his eyes flicking from Artemis's cold stare to the smug faces of Athena and Aphrodite.
Aphrodite glided toward him with a dramatic flair. "Harry, darling," she said sweetly, "we're joining you on your little adventure. Isn't that exciting?"
Harry blinked. "Wait, all of you? I thought it was just Artemis and me—"
"Things changed," Artemis snapped. "Apparently I'm not allowed to complete a mission alone without being accused of seduction."
"Not accused," Athena corrected with a polite smile. "Suspected."
Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Okay. So this is going to be awkward."
Aphrodite patted his shoulder. "Not if you stop overthinking and enjoy our company."
"Which transport are we taking?" Athena asked briskly. "Pegasus? Chariot? Or—" she looked toward Harry, "—is there a magical flying motorcycle in the mix?"
Harry chuckled. "It's not ready yet. But we're not flying out. Artemis said we're starting at a temple near Delphi. There's a hidden portal there."
Athena nodded approvingly. "Efficient. I've reviewed the old blueprints of the temple. If the Bone of Crius was moved recently, the residual energy should still be traceable."
Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "Wonderful. She's going to talk about residual energy for the next three hours."
Artemis turned toward the door. "Let's go."
"Wait," Harry said, looking a bit flustered as he hoisted his pack. "Are you three going to argue the whole way?"
"Probably," Aphrodite said, grinning.
"I don't argue," Athena stated firmly.
"I do," Artemis muttered under her breath.
The group walked out into the front courtyard where a glowing silver circle shimmered faintly against the morning air. Artemis raised her hand and muttered a few ancient words. The portal widened, revealing a mountainous path with olive trees lining the edge and the faint hum of divine energy in the air.
Artemis looked over her shoulder. "Stay close. This portal isn't stable for mortals for long."
"I'm an immortal," Harry reminded her with a smirk.
"Don't push it," she said, stepping through.
Athena and Aphrodite followed with practiced ease. Harry hesitated only a second before walking through the silver haze—and on the other side, the quiet slopes of ancient Greece greeted him. The air was crisp. The light shimmered unnaturally. And the mission had officially begun.
A mission that might recover a Titan's cursed relic…
…or shatter the peace between three very determined goddesses.
The moment Harry stepped out of the portal, a wave of ancient power rippled across his skin. They stood on a mountainside plateau, encircled by a colonnade of impossibly tall white-marble pillars, their surfaces carved with golden lightning bolts, eagle feathers, and names in a tongue older than Greek. Each column gleamed with an inner radiance that seemed untouched by time.
The Temple of Zeus.
Even Artemis, who had walked these halls for millennia, paused to appreciate its splendor.
"This place hasn't changed in over five thousand years," she said softly.
"It can't," Athena murmured, her sharp eyes scanning the sky-carved runes above the architrave. "The enchantments etched into the foundation are based on divine law—only Zeus and Hestia know the full key sigils."
Aphrodite crossed her arms, less impressed by the architecture. "Yes, yes. Giant stone columns and godly locks. Can we get on with it before the sky starts throwing thunderbolts?"
Harry gazed up at the gold-capped dome in the center of the temple. A soft hum resonated in the stone under his boots. Magic, vast and old, vibrated like a heartbeat through the floor.
"Let's split up," Artemis ordered, already heading toward the eastern sanctum. "Search for any signs of forced entry or unusual energy signatures. The relic chamber is supposed to be sealed."
"No one forced anything," Athena said, kneeling near the threshold. Her fingers hovered over the ground without touching. "The divine wards are intact. No brute strength. No explosions. No broken sigils."
Aphrodite raised an eyebrow. "So it wasn't broken into?"
"No," Harry replied, walking slowly beside the altar. His eyes followed faint footprints—light, almost imperceptible—etched in the dust. "It was bypassed. Someone slipped past the protections. Like they knew exactly where the divine weaknesses were… or used a loophole."
Artemis returned from the other side, holding a fragment of silver thread between her fingers. "This was part of the stasis weave around the relic chamber. Cut clean. It shouldn't be possible unless…"
"Unless they phased through," Athena finished grimly. "A child of Hermes skilled in shadow-stepping. Or worse—someone trained in Umbral passage."
Aphrodite's tone lost its usual lightness. "You're saying we may be dealing with a dark-market infiltrator?"
"Possibly." Athena walked toward a blackened spot near the western archway. "Look at this."
Harry and Artemis joined her, staring down at what appeared to be a partially burned playing card, its edges curled and brittle. In the center was a haunting engraving—a skeletal raven holding a golden hourglass in its beak.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "That symbol… I've seen it before in a classified section of the Black family library."
Athena stood straight, her eyes steely. "That's the mark of the Obscura Nocturne."
Aphrodite inhaled sharply. "The hidden market."
Harry frowned. "I thought it was just a myth. A network of thieves and cursed collectors who deal in forbidden artifacts?"
"Not a myth," Artemis said coldly. "Just hidden very, very well. Even from us."
Athena nodded. "The Obscura Nocturne buys and sells what even the gods are afraid to touch. If the Bone of Crius has landed in their hands…"
"…then it could already be gone," Harry finished.
The four stood in silence for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Above them, thunder rumbled softly—as if Zeus himself was aware of the theft but unwilling or unable to intervene directly.
Aphrodite broke the silence, brushing her hair back. "If they used shadow-travel or divine bypass, we can't track them using normal means."
"True," Artemis said. "But if we find someone connected to the black market—someone who uses these cards—we can trace them to the next auction or trade."
"I can try a binding revelation spell," Harry offered. "It might give us a glimpse of the last hand that held this card… though it's risky."
Athena raised a brow. "Where did you learn that?"
Harry gave a small smile. "Let's just say I had access to some very ancient tomes."
He knelt and placed the card on a smooth slab of temple stone. Drawing his wand, he chanted softly in a mix of Latin and ancient Greek. A silvery circle formed around the card, runes flaring briefly.
The air shimmered—and for a brief second, an image burst into view.
A hooded figure, face obscured by a mask of twisted gold, slipped through the temple like a shadow. They held up a thin blade that split through magical wards as if they were parchment. The Bone of Crius—wrapped in cloth glowing with starlight—was carefully placed into a pouch. Then the figure dropped the card.
The image faded.
Athena stared at the spot in stunned silence. "That… that blade shouldn't exist anymore."
"Then we're facing someone who has more than just access," Artemis said. "They have allies. Powerful ones."
Aphrodite looked at Harry. "I suppose this is where the real fun begins."
Harry straightened. "Looks like it."
Artemis stepped forward. "Then we track them. Follow the card. Follow the blade. And stop them before they use the Bone of Crius."
Athena nodded. "Because if they do… the axis of time could collapse."
And so, the hunt began—not just for a stolen relic, but for answers tied to the deepest shadows of the divine world.
And Harry Potter was once again at the center of it all.