Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story but the plot and any new characters.

Authors Note: Thank you to all those who are taking time to read my fic and a special thanks to all those who reviewed. Hopefully my story isn't to confusing, but I don't think it is since only one or two people complained. As of right now my story has no beta so sorry in advanced about any mistakes you find. Also it might be helpful to those who don't have any basic knowledge of Greek Mythology to look up Greek gods. The gods in this story are a little different character wise and stuff but it's basically the same. All reviews are welcome and appreciated.

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"GET UP AND DO IT AGAIN! For the last time you need to block, you can't expect to win by just attacking. What are you depending on pure dumb luck."

"It's worked before" Harry mumbled

It had been some time since Harry 'arrived' in Olympus, home of the Gods, the Heavens. If Harry could describe it in one word it'd be 'Hell'. Apparently there were a lot of things that Gods were supposed to know and he was learning the basics. Fighting, politics, languages and 'God Powers' were what was on his list to learn and master; so far his progress was steady.

As soon as Harry got up Ares attacked. He came in with a punch and got Harry in the gut followed by a round house kick to the shoulder which knocked Harry back. Harry did a back roll and immediately retaliated with a running jump side kick. Ares sides stepped the attack and grabbed his leg mid air and threw him to ground.

"AGAI..." Ares was cut off as Harry from his position on the ground swept Ares to the ground and gave a swift strike to the throat which was once again blocked. Ares took his arm threw him onto his stomach and pinned him.

"Ok, ok I give up" Harry gasped as the air was just knocked out of him.

"What's this I hear? Did you say you give up? GIVE UP! YOU NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER GIVE YOUR ENEMY THE SATISFACTION OF HEARING THOSE WORDS! DON'T…" Ares was once again cut off as Harry flipped around ignoring the fact that he just broke his own arm and pinned Ares down while bring a knife to his throat.

"Do you give up?" Harry asked with a smirk

Ares just glared at him and replied "I rather die"

"So be it" and Harry slid the blade across Ares' throat and laughed at the look of shock on his brother's face as he disappeared.

"Damien you're in so much trouble when Ares gets back, he hates being sent to the underworld" Artemis said from the corner where she and Apollo were watching.

"I know but that's that was the only way to get rid of him. We've been at it for three hours non stop and I need a break to fix my arm. Knowing him he'd make me continue with it broken." Harry replied.

"Too true, now lets fix that arm its time for archery."

Harry groaned; Artemis and Apollo could be just as bad as Ares when it came to archery. Add the fact that they were twins didn't help him. Two sore arms and three hours later Harry sat down in his chair at the "family" table and readied himself for his first lecture about God Powers.

Zeus walked in and sat at his own chair while readying himself for his speech.

"Now Damien, God Powers, as you have named them for your benefit, are like magic while at the same time being nothing like it. In fact it would be more correct to say that magic was created in the image of God Powers. These powers, unlike magic, are invoked by will, our will. By our sheer thoughts or dreams amazing things could happen. By our fury emotions we could cause the earth to rumble, the sky's to thunder or the make the oceans swallow the land. Do you understand, the boundaries are almost limitless! Almost…the Nectar of the Mortals being one problem.

You have to understand that we are not tyrants. We do not create things just to make them slaves to our whim; we could have a long time ago but not anymore. We have agreed that the interference in the lives of the beings of our domain are regulated. In this Universe, as the mortals call it, each of us gods has a 'job'. When we are really needed we help, when we are called for we judge whether we will answer the prayer. Sometimes we fulfill a wish that someone made either intentionally or not, to reward them or to teach them a lesson. There are some times we might interfere randomly but we haven't in a long, long time. Understand so far?

Harry slowly nodded his head. He was still trying to get over the fact that he was indeed a God or at was going to be. And the truth of the matter was he was scared of what kind of person he'd become knowing that he could treat the world as a toy if he wanted to.

"Now, after your Becoming, you will be the God of Vengeance. Mortals already believe in you thought not many of there prayers were answered as you were not here. With that title comes the power of revenge, the power to punish betrayers or make life hell for someone who hurt someone else's pride. There is more to it than that but we will have to find that out on your own.

We can not teach you how to use your powers, neither before nor after your Becoming. It comes to you on its own. As a matter of fact this is the only lecture you will have on it. The rest of your time hear will be spent on the rest of your training. You will be sent to Magus once you are done here.

So the as time pasted Harry trained, he never really new how long we had been there, for it seemed like a lifetime and a moment all at once. Soon it came to the time where he was ready to leave and to go continue his magical training on the infamous Magus planet.

"Now listen closely to me Damien, before you go to Magus you will be sent back to earth and then transported to the planet."

"Great, Ill get to see my friends before I leave and explain everything"

Everyone gave him a sad look after he said that, but he passed it off as them not wanting him to go so soon.

"Goodbye Damien..."

And as Harry started to disappear he heard on last thing

"…were sorry"

And all he could think about before he entered into of bright lights was 'sorry about what?"

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Number twelve Grimmauld Place

To say that the occupants of number twelve Grimmauld place were surprised by the big explosion of light coming from the kitchen and once again being thrown back into the walls would be an understatement. Once they regrouped they all headed towards the kitchen and were in shock to see Harry standing up and walking around as if he had not just spent a month in a coma. He turned towards them and smiled.

"Hey guys!"

This shocked them even more, did he no longer remember? Could he have forgotten the betrayal? The only person not feeling an overwhelming sense of shock was Albus Dumbledore. He was feeling so happy and giddy that he was almost bouncing up and down like a child who had just got the red bike he wanted for Christmas. 'He has forgotten' he thought 'He has totally forgotten what happened'. The smile quickly left his face when another thought came to mind. 'What of his magic'. He quickly pulled out his wand and cast a spell on Harry, and as nothing happened he dropped his hand slowly back down. His worst fears had come true, Harry Potter was now a muggle, and as such he had lost his weapon.

Harry felt great, his body was in perfect health and he could feel the tingling sensation that was his body slowly transforming into what he looked like in Olympus. He felt that his stores of magic were completely destroyed and were in the process or rebuilding into bigger and better ones. He stared amusedly over at the order and his friends as they stared at him dumbly after he greeted them. He looked to his left and saw Dumbledore coming towards him, and frowned, he was still a little cross about the whole Sirius and prophecy thing. Dumbledore came up to him with a grave look on his face and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Harry my boy-"

Was all Harry heard before he fell into a world of pain. The order watched in horror and fascination as Harry thrashed about on the ground clawing at his head and screaming as if he was being tortured. Two minutes went by and none of them moved as Harry suddenly stopped screaming and slowly got his trembling body onto his feat. As he lifted his head it only took one look into his green eyes filled with rage for them to figure out what had happened. He remembered.

Flashback

Harry watched as Albus Dumbledore stalked into his room in a calm rage.

"Explain this, immediately" Dumbledore said as he thrust the Gringotts letter in front of Harry's face.

"I don't have to explain anything to you Dumbledore, you stole from me"

Snape almost got whiplash from turning his head so hard 'Did he say stole?'.

"Have you no heart Harry" Dumbledore chastised him "I was using that money for the good of the wizarding world, now you will be a good boy and transfer that money back and then you will tell me what else you have been doing this summer"

Harry could hear the hidden threat loud and clear, but wasn't ready to back down.

"You're not my guarding Dumbledore and you have no right to tell me what to do! You're order may follow you around like chickens without heads but not me, not anymore!"

Harry, saw the anger seeping of Dumbledore before Dumbledore threw something at him which he instinctively caught. 'Shit' Harry thought as he felt the hook at his navel and disappeared. He landed in the Grimmauld living room right in the middle of one of his former friends' training sessions. To any outsider it was obvious what they were doing, and seeing Harry land right in the middle of the secret they didn't want him to see caused them to panic.

"Harry, this isn't what it looks like" Hermione said, knowing that he would be mad at the fact they were being trained when it was his right to be.

"Save your breath Granger, I already know and I've had enough of your lies"

"Hey don't talk to her like that mate" said Ron as he grabbed Harry's shoulder

Harry turned around and socked Ron right in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Don't you dare touch me! I'm not your mate" Harry responded as he turned back around and headed towards the door. Right when he twas about to tough the handle…

"DUEL, I challenge you to a duel" Ron cried in anger while trying to gain some dignity back

Harry stopped in his tracks and laughed.

"You can't beat me Ron, why try"

"I COULD BEAT YOU WITH MY EYES CLOSED YOU COWARD! You aren't the best anymore Harry, I've been trained with the order, I've been trained not you. So come over here and duel me you bastard and let everyone see just how great Harry Potter really is." Ron yelled back unleashing all the jealousy and envy had for Harry over the years.

Still not turning around Harry answered "Fine Ill duel you Ron, but I don't think you realized what you've gotten yourself into, on the count of three, one…two…THREE!"

As he said three a curse came flying at his back, and he calmly stepped out of the way while turning to face Ron. Ron threw curse after curse at Harry and each one Harry dodged with simplicity or blocked using his wand.

"Is that the best you can do Ron, is that the best the great Ronald Weasely has" Harry whispered, but everyone in the room heard him "Are those move WORTH BETRAYING MY TRUST FOR"

Harry quickly made his way up to Ron, dodging the two spells Ron fired and smacked the wand out of his hand, and pinned him up against a wall his wand to Ron's throat.

"You can train as hard and as long as you want, with the best teachers Dumbledore can provide but you will never, you hear me never beat me. You know why? Because you betrayed me Ron, you betrayed me and that will always make me the better man" Harry whispered in his ear, the only people hearing were Ron and Hermione. "Stupefy"

And with that Ron slumped to the ground unconscious, the duel over and Harry the victor. Harry headed back to the door and just only touched the handle when his vision went black while Hermione stood behind him with her wand pointed at his back and a self satisfied smirk on her face.

Harry woke up in a kitchen chair and he felt himself tied to the chair with magical bonds. He slowly looked up to find the whole order staring at him, with the exception of Ron, Hermione and Ginny who were all glaring at him in the smuggest way possible.

"I see you have finally awaken, Mr. Potter" Dumbledore stated "Now, we will take off the bonds and sent you to your room once you answer my questions and agree to transfer control of your state back to me, agreed"

"How about you go fuck yourself!" Harry spat

"Language Mr. Potter," Dumbledore replied his voice suddenly cold. He handed Ron an item that Harry recognized as his invisibility cloak. "Here Mr. Wesley this is now yours, Harry here no longer deserves it"

"Thank-you sir" He said as he looked over and smirked and Harry

"Now let's try again Mr. Potter"

"I said go fuck yourself"

"Strike two Mr. Potter" Dumbledore replied as he handed Ginny Harry's Firebolt, one of his last gifts from Sirius. "Here you go Ms.Weasley you will need this as it seems Harry will not be rejoining the quidditch team this year"

Harry felt his anger boil up inside of him as he watched Dumbledore give away every item he held dear until all that was left was his picture album. And as much as it was killing him he would always answer the same thing, his will to strong to break. Dumbledore's behavior was accepted by the majority of the members but a select few, who grew appalled by Dumbledore's actions towards a teenage boy, but could do nothing to stop it.

"One last chance Harry" he said as he opened the first page of the book and set it on fire "do what I want and all this will stop"

All the members watched Harry, as Harry silently watched his only pictures of his parents and Sirius go up in flames with a look of utter pain and betrayal etched upon his face. And some of them spoke up.

"I think that's quite enough Albus"

"Yes, let's just give him some Veritaserum"

"He obviously wont talk, just put the fire out"

But it was too late, all the pictures were gone except for one. One of Lily, James and Sirius all together smiling.

"DO WHAT I COMMAND" Dumbledore roared

"GO.FUCK.YOURSELF!" Harry yelled back

Dumbledore snapped and destroyed the picture, and proceed to delve into Harry's mind only to hit a wall and be thrown back out. Most of the order just glared at Harry as is blaming him for all this, as if he hurt Dumbledore and Dumbledore hadn't done the slightest thing to him. The look on anger on Dumbledore's face was suddenly changed into something Harry couldn't read. Dumbledore flicked his wand and a small wooden box appeared in front of him. All color drained out of Harry's face as he recognized the box, it was the one thing he told no one about, the one thing he hoped that Dumbledore never found, the one thing he'd give anything to keep.

Everyone could see that this box and whatever was in it meant the world to Harry but did nothing to stop Dumbledore from destroying it, only looked watched as Dumbledore put a spell on the box, which made it slowly turn into ash, without even asking Harry a single thing, doing it clearly out of spite of losing to Harry. They all watched thinking that Harry must have deserved it and only did the regret start to seep in as they saw his heart break and his eyes go cold and haunted. But it was too late.

Harry tore away his eyes from the ashes of the box only to see Hermione's head in the book as if nothing happened. And at that moment Harry snapped. The book Hermione was reading exploded and every one of Harry's books that Dumbledore gave her, his chair exploded along with all the other chairs and his magical bonds. Glass smashed, things broke, it was a tornado of paper and debris, and in the middle stood Harry eyes glowing bright emerald green not only with power but with betrayal. They all stood there some regretting not doing anything others not knowing what to feel and others like Ron and Hermione angry and full of envy, felling that they were the ones betrayed, they deserved the power that Harry clearly had. Then not moments after they were all thrown out of the kitchen and into the other rooms walls, did Harry blackout."

End of flashback

Harry stumbled back clutching his heart, breathing fast trying to keep out the pain.

"How could you" he wheezed suddenly feeling short of air. Then he began to laugh, as he fell to the ground once more

"You killed me…you…you killed Harry Potter…now y-you, all of you will never survive"

And with that he fell to the ground unmoving. No one moved no one spoke, they just watched the body and watched it disappear. Emotions were mixed throughout the Order. Dumbledore thought 'what a waste' while two teenagers in the back, one with red hair the other with bushy brown, thought 'good riddance' as they hadn't let there anger and jealousy go, not knowing that sometime in the future it would cause them to feel the pain they caused.

And as Harry's still alive body was transported to Magnus, things on his world changed.

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