A/N: Sorry this took so long, I've been cast as the lead role in our school play, and whenever I tried to write this chapter, it's felt really forced, plus I've been writing Dragons speak Parseltongue too, you know... but that's really no excuse, is it? I should've forced myself to sit down and write this chapter a long time ago, and I can only hope you guys can forgive me and keep reading.

Fleur whacked him on the back off the head. "'Arry!" She hissed. "You are speaking to ze creator of magic herself!"

Hecate smiled at Fleur. "You both have my permission to speak freely whenever you are around me." She turned to Harry. "You are the only one who is capable of creating any real change in the amount of time we have. You have been famous for years, revered because you defeated Tom Riddle." She frowned sadly. "I am not allowed to interfere directly, but I am allowed to have a choose a champion. After all, it would be incredibly hypocritical of Zeus if he had refused me this."

"Zeus?!" Harry squeaked in alarm.

"But of course." Hecate said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "The Greeks got the majority of myths right, though most of us aren't nearly as petty as we seem in myths."

"Right." Harry said slowly, "But about that whole 'being your champion' thing. What exactly does that entail?"

Hecate laughed. "Right to the point, as always. I would ask you to start ridding the world of prejudice. If you have magic, you have magic. Inbreeding and prejudice against one another is what is causing the decline of magic. I want my children to be safe and happy, but I cannot save them from themselves."

Harry nodded slowly. "Got it, show the bigots that we're all equal, and stop the killing. I was kind of planning on doing that anyway."

Hecate laughed. "And that is another reason why I chose you. You already have a desire to do what is good. Now all you need is the means to do it." The Goddess smirked mischieviously. "I have managed tho strong arm Zeus into allowing you 3 gifts. You may chooses, however, think carefully. Some may be of more use than others. You could have: Occlumency and Legilimency skills; metamorphmagus abilities; automatic fluency in several common languages, both human and nonhuman; extremely advanced spell casting abilities; an eidetic memory, and/or immediately become an animagus. I wouldn't go for the spell casting abilities. With training, you could easily surpass the level that I am offering you."

Harry thought about it long and hard before finally answering. "I think I'll go with the multiple languages, the eidetic memory, and the metamorphmagus abilities." At the looks mild surprise he got from both women, he elaborated. "Like Hecate said, I could learn the spell casting stuff, and I can also learn to be an animagus and the mind arts from Sirius. I figure that with an eidetic memory, It'd be easier to finish my schoolwork, and I could learn the other stuff much faster. Plus, while having an eidetic memory would theoretically help me learn new languages, I would have to translate everything someone said in my head, then redo the sentence structure before I would understand. Besides, all I have to do to keep people from reading my mind is avoid keeping eye contact for too long, and immediately break it if my head starts to hurt."

"'Arry," Fleur breathed in astonishment. "Zat is… brilliant!"

"Indeed." Hecate agreed "I myself would have chosen the mind arts instead of languages, but your reasoning is sound." She smiled. "I, Hecate, Goddess of magic, crossroads, entrance-ways, dogs, light, the moon, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, necromancy, and sorcery, claim thee, Harry James Potter, as my champion and grant thee three gifts of thine own choosing. As I have said it, so mote it-"

But that was as far as the goddess got before a boom echoed throughout the room. A tall man with well healed scars across most of his body and a beautifully carved cane appeared. The stranger was handsome in a rugged sense, if you could get over the scarring. He was, as previously stated, tall, with brown hair and dark blue eyes. He wore a toga praetexta, or a toga with purple lining, and a Laurel on his head. "Hecate!" He boomed angrily. "How dare you try to claim a child under my domain as your champion!"

"What do you mean, under your domain!?" Hecate sassed, obviously annoyed. "He is a child of magic, and if any God other than I had a claim to him, it would be Zeus because of the mark on his forehead!"

"The Potters have always been under my domain, woman!" The angry God boomed. "Have you forgotten what I am God of?"

Hecate's eyes widened as she muttered some very un-ladylike words under her breath.

"Um, excuse me." Harry said, slightly annoyed. "I don't mean to be rude, but I actually don't who you are…"

The God's eyes softened as he laughed. "I like you, child! You have spirit. I am Hephaestus, God of blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metals, metallurgy, fire and volcanoes. You, by all rights, are under my domain."

"I'm not sure if I follow." Harry said, tilting his head at the god. "I mean, like Hecate said, I am a child of magic. Plus, I don't do any of those things that you're god of…"

Hephaestus continued his boisterous laughter at that statement. "Think about it. What is your name?"

"Umm, Harry?"

"Your full name."

"Harry James Po- ohhhhh." Hephaestus smiled and nodded. "But I still don't see what that has to do with anything. I'm not an actual potter."

Hephaestus shook his head. "Oh, so young. Long ago, last names had meaning, and told what people did for a living. But, if it were only you being descended from potters, I wouldn't have nearly as much claim over you. As it stands, you are the only remaining direct descendent of my daughter, Thalia, by a father unknown to me. I asked her time and time again to tell me who the father of my grandchildren was, but she refused, fearing someone's wrath if she were to tell me. Thalia had hidden herself in the earth, but gave birth to twin boys. Because they had come from the earth, one of them became a blacksmith, the other a potter, to keep working with the types of the earth they had been raised in. The grandson of mine who had become a potter, fell in love with a mortal woman, and the Potter line was created."

"So… I'm your who-knows-how-many-greats-grandchild?"

"Yes." Hephaestus said proudly.

Fleur, who had been mostly silent up until this point (largely due to shock), rolled her eyes. "Only you, 'Arry Potter, could be descended from one God, and gain the favor of another!"

"Ah, child, who says he is descended from but one god?" Came a new voice from the corner.

Hephaestus and Hecate gasped. "You!"

A/N: Kudos to to anyone who figures out who the new god is! And thanks to psycho-k for giving me the idea to incorporate Hephaestus, and by association, the new god. Hint, hint, the new god is the father of Thalia's children! Thanks to everyone who's stuck with this story for so long, even with the sporadic updates and wonky storyline. You guys are the best!