POTTER FILES : THE LIGHTNING THIEF

Chapter 1 : New Revelations

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Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.

Note : The timeline of the HP universe has been changed to fit PJO universe. Some slight changes have been made to HP canon to fit girl Harry. So, Iris (fem!Harry) Potter was born on 31 July 1993 and COS happened in 2005-2006.

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A gleaming silver sword had appeared inside the hat, its handle glittering with rubies the size of eggs.

"KILL THE GIRL! LEAVE THE BIRD! THE GIRL IS BEHIND YOU. SNIFF - SMELL HER."

Iris was on her feet, ready. The basilisk's head was falling, its body coiling around, hitting pillars as it twisted to face her. she could see the vast, bloody eye sockets, see the mouth stretching wide, wide enough to swallow her whole, lined with fangs long as her sword, thin, glittering, venomous—

It lunged blindly - Iris dodged and it hit the Chamber wall. It lunged again, and its forked tongue lashed Iris's side. She raised the sword in both her hands-

The basilisk lunged again, and this time its aim was true - Iris threw her whole weight behind the sword and drove it to the hilt into the roof of the serpent's mouth-

But as warm blood drenched Iris's arms, she felt a searing pain just above her elbow. One long, poisonous fang was sinking deeper and deeper into her arm and it splintered as the basilisk keeled over sideways and fell, twitching, to the floor.

Iris slid down the wall. she gripped the fang that was spreading poison through her body and wrenched it out of her arm. But she knew it was too late. White-hot pain was spreading slowly and steadily from the wound. Even as she dropped the fang and watched her own blood soaking her robes, her vision went foggy.

The Chamber was dissolving in a whirl of dull color.

A patch of scarlet swam past, and Iris heard a soft clatter of claws beside her.

"Fawkes," said Iris thickly. "You were fantastic, Fawkes..."

She felt the bird lay its beautiful head on the spot where the serpent's fang had pierced her. She could hear echoing footsteps and then a dark shadow moved in front of her.

"You're dead, Iris Potter," said Riddle's voice above her. "Dead. Even Dumbledore's bird knows it. Do you see what he's doing, Potter? He's crying."

Iris blinked. Fawke's head slid in and out of focus. Thick, pearly tears were trickling down the glossy feathers.

"I'm going to sit here and watch you die, Iris Potter. Take your time. I'm in no hurry."

Iris felt drowsy. Everything around her seemed to be spinning.

"So ends the famous Iris Potter," said Riddle's distant voice. "Alone in the Chamber of Secrets, forsaken by her friends, defeated at last by the Dark Lord she so unwisely challenged. You'll be back with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Iris... She bought you twelve years of borrowed time... but Lord Voldemort got you in the end, as you knew he must..."

If this is dying, thought Iris, it's not so bad.

Even the pain was leaving her...

But was this dying? Instead of going black, the Chamber seemed to be coming back into focus. Iris gave her head a little shake and there was Fawkes, still resting her head on Iris's arm. A pearly patch of tears was shining all around the wound - except that there was no wound.

"Get away, bird," said Riddle's voice suddenly. "Get away from her - I said, get away-"

Iris raised her head. Riddle was pointing Iris's wand at Fawkes; there was a bang like a gun, and Fawkes took flight again in a whirl of gold and scarlet.

"Phoenix tears..." said Riddle quietly, staring at Iris's arm. "Of course...healing powers... I forgot..."

He looked into Iris's face. "But it makes no difference. In fact, I prefer it this way. Just you and me, Iris Potter... you and me..."

He then looked her up and down with a hungry gleam in his eyes, "I have spent the last five decades trapped in a book all alone and deprived of my senses...It has been a long time since I have enjoyed the pleasures of flesh and I have decided to end that drought tonight...In a few moments, I will be fully corporeal...What better way to celebrate my return than to completely dominate my mortal enemy and take away her purity, her innocence?...Yes, I can see that now...The only reason you are still alive is because the Fates felt merciful to you and wanted you to have the privilege of servicing Lord Voldemort, the greatest sorcerer in the world before your inevitable end."

His mention of the deplorable actions he planned to do set off her temper. As her fury rose, she felt a fire ignite within her which soon spread out to make her feel as if she was being burned alive. She screamed in pain feeling like her very blood was boiling and her bones were melting. The pressure around her scar rose rapidly and soon burst out like a volcano.

Due to being distracted by her pain, she did not notice the scream that was not hers. The pain soon receded after the scar burst open and she felt stronger as if she could throw Crabbe or Goyle few feet. She saw him raise his wand as if in slow motion and took off running instinctively picking the basilisk fang in her hand. She was far ahead by the time the first spell impacted the space she had occupied. She ducked under the second spell and rolled over Ginny's body snatching the diary from her hands. She plunged the fang into the book and marvelled at the sight of the incorporeal boy screaming in pain with a big hole in his stomach. She continued stabbing in different places ignoring the ink spurting out in torrents over her hands until Tom Riddle burst into miniscule particles which faded away.

"Take that you egotistical bufoon! Greatest sorcerer, my foot.", she shouted feeling tired all of a sudden.

Iris's wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Silence except for the steady drip drip of ink still oozing from the diary. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it.

Shaking all over, Iris pulled herself up. Her head was spinning as though she'd just traveled miles by Floo powder. Slowly, she gathered together her wand and the Sorting Hat, and, with a huge tug, retrieved the glittering sword from the roof of the basilisk's mouth.

Then came a faint moan from nearby. Ginny was stirring. As Iris hurried toward her, she sat up. Her horrified eyes traveled from the huge form of the dead basilisk, over Iris, in her blood-soaked robes, then to the diary in her hand.

She drew a great, shuddering gasp and tears began to pour down her face.

"Iris - oh, Iris - I tried to tell you at b-breakfast, but I c-couldn't say it in front of Percy - it was

me, Iris - but I - I s-swear I d-didn't mean to - R-Riddle made me, he t-took me over - and - how did

you kill that - that thing? W-where's Riddle? The last thing I r-remember is her coming out of the

diary-"

"It's all right," said Iris, holding up the diary, and showing Ginny the fang hole, "Riddle's finished.

Look! him and the basilisk. C'mon, Ginny, let's get out of here-"

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2 days later :

"Ice mice"

The gargoyle moved to reveal a spiralling staircase which started rising the moment she stepped foot on it.

"Come in, Ms. Potter"

She dropped her hand which was raised in the position to knock and entered muttering "Why do I even bother?"

She, on noticing the Head master being busy going through many files, decided to look around the office. The most appropriate term she could think of to describe it was organised chaos. Besides the files and the ink pot, there were many weird trinkets on the table whose purpose she could not deduce. Some were glowing intermittently, some were rotating very fast and the others were puffing out colored smoke at regular intervals. There was a book shelf leaning against the wall containing many old-looking books in different languages. The portraits of previous Headmasters were feigning sleep in hopes of hearing some juicy gossip.

"Please be seated, Ms. Potter. Sherbet Lemon?"

She nearly jumped in shock at that but she managed to keep it down to an undignified squeak. She noticed that he had already closed down the files and had extended one of his sweets to her. She sat down and refused the candy annoyed at herself for getting distracted and vowed to herself to be more careful in the future. Dumbledore's face took on a mournful expression as if he could not geniunely understand why anyone would refuse it and he ate it himself.

"Ms. Potter, the last time we met, I told you that you are ready for the whole truth and requested some time to prepare myself. I would also have to caution you to keep what I tell you a secret. The wrong person knowing it could have some dire consequences."

Dumbledore then froze all the portraits with a wave of his wand and put some extra wards showing how serious he was.

"Tell me Iris, what do you know of Greek Mythology?"

Iris was baffled. When Dumbledore had agreed to reveal the truth, she had thought it would be about the reason Voldemort had a personal vendetta against her. She could not see what Greek Mythology had to do with it.

"After we met the Cerebrus last year, we decided to do a research on it and found a book on it along the way. I found it interesting.", she replied though judging by the twinkle in the headmaster's eyes he already knew that.

"What would you say if I tell you that everything in it is real?"

She knew better than to say her thoughts out loud. Questionable sanity or not, he was known as the one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world for a reason.

"I know what you are thinking. That the combination of old age and candies cost me my sanity. I am not offended, my child. Normal is overrated anyway. I do not wish to overwhelm you but I want you to remember that you thought the same thing about magic a few years ago.", he said.

"So, the Greek gods, demigods, monsters, they are all real?", she asked not knowing what to believe.

"As real as you and me, my child."

"So, did they come to England or what?", she asked.

Dumbledore felt amused on seeing her discretely look into every corner and shadow as if she was trying to spot a hidden god.

"They lived here for some time but they left a few centuries ago. For you to understand properly, I believe a detailed explanation is necessary. As I am fond of saying myself, the best place to start would be in the beginning. I ask that if you have any questions to wait until I finish to ask them."

Dumbledore had a serious expression on his face to which she nodded in reply.

"The earliest knowledge we have is of the third age, Age of the Primordials. We know that the world then was ruled by Ouranos, Primordial God of the Sky but nothing about the regime itself. He was overthrown by his eldest son Kronos, Titan of Time, with help of his wife Gaea, Primordial Goddess of Earth starting the fourth age, Age of Titans. It was known as the Golden Age which is a misnomer. The mortals of the time were ignorant and had the temperament of a wild beast. The monsters walked freely above the ground and feasted on mortals to their content. Then, he learned of a prophecy which stated that he would be overthrown by a child of his. So, he started eating his children right after their birth. The children, being immortal, continued to grow inside his stomach. Rhea, Knonos' wife, finally got fed up of seeing her children being eaten and took action. She disguised a rock as Zeus and tricked her husband into swallowing it while she hid the real Zeus in Mt. Ida. When he became an adult, he fed Kronos a mixture of custard and wine which made him disgorge his children. Then, the cycle repeated with a son overthrowing his father with the help of his mother. Zeus sliced his father into many pieces using his own scythe and spread his essence over the Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. The three brothers then drew lots in which Zeus got the sky, Poseidon the sea and Hades the underworld. It was beginning of the fifth age, Age of the Gods. Do you have any doubts on this part?"

She shook her head and he continued, "The gods built a city on top of Mt. Olympus, well to be more accurate, inside a pocket dimension anchored to the top of Mt. Olympus. As the gods are powered atleast partly by mortal prayers and shaped by human beliefs, changes in mortal system enforces a similar change in them. So, when the power centre of western civilisation changed from Greece to Rome, the gods changed to reflect the military mindset of Romans. Zeus became Jupiter, Ares became Mars, Apollo remained the same mostly while Athena became minor goddess Minerva, many old gods ceased to exist while many new ones suddenly sprung into existence. Olympus shifted locations and was renamed as New Rome. After the fall of Rome, the gods shifted around Europe leaving their marks behind in the places they had lived in until they settled in England. They stayed here for some time and started moving to America a decade or two before their Independence. Now, all the Greek gods except Hecate consider America as their home. As the magical centre of Western civilisation has remained here in our country, Hecate is still living here."

"While it is nice to know that there are other hidden societies, what does it have to do with the wizarding world, Professor?", she asked.

"Iris, you are on the verge of completing your second year here. I want you to tell me your opinion on the school, the buiding that is.", he said.

"Well, the school is situated at the top of the hill, a location that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is surrounded by the forest on two sides, lake on another side both having many creatures which would feast on the attackers and an all magical town called Hogsmeade on the other side. The school compound is surrounded by thick walls and many complicated wards of different time periods. The school has suits of armour on nearly every floor, portraits everywhere, secret passageways, walls pretending to be doors, constantly moving staircases, preference for defence over comfort and beauty. It's less of a school and more of a fortress.", she replied.

Dumbledore smiled proudly at her and said, "Excellent Deduction. Hogwarts was the result of a formal alliance between Celtic and Roman pantheons. Of the founders, Godric Gryffindor was the son of Jupiter, Zeus' Roman counterpart, Helga Hufflepuff daughter of Mercury, Roman god of Merchants and counterpart of Hermes, Rowena Ravenclaw, daughter of Morrighan, Celtic goddess of War and Sovereignty and Salazar Slytherin was the son of Trivia, Roman counterpart of Hecate. Hogwarts began as a camp for magicals and demigods to learn survival skills. The Quidditch Pitch we take for granted was actually a Roman style colosessum which hosted, War games, challenges and so on. There is a reason it is so close to the forest. It is easier to bring monsters from there. With the contacts Helga's maternal line had among the traders and her acute business senses which she had inherited from her father, it was only a matter of time before the school's reputation spread far and wide. Not wanting to be outdone by their Roman counterparts, Greek gods had their children built a school in France called Beauxbatons and Norse built one in Norway called Durmstrang."

"After the schools were established, many problems cropped up. In those days, students were chosen for their ancestry or alleigance towards the pantheon rather than region. So, when a powerful person with no clear ancestry or alleigance came up, it started a fight between the demigods who came to claim him. The already tense rivalry escalated to such a state that a three way war was imminent. At the time, a meeting was called and a peace keeping measure was taken. The Triwizard Tournament, a tournament conducted once in four years. A student from each school was chosen as the champion and had to compete against each other in various tasks. They worked together to create a sentient artifact called the Goblet of Fire to chose the champions as a neutral agent. The tasks were structured in such a way that they test their expertise in various skills like demigod powers, physical combat, magic, ingeniuity, resourcefulness. The winner of the Tournament would be getting some monetary reward, fame and a good job waiting for him after graduation while the school would have the right to claim itself as the best school in Europe until the next tournament. As time went on, the relationship between wizards and demigods turned sour. The people have always feared and envied those more powerful than themselves, politicians more so. So, it was easy to turn the public opinion against them. As the gods were forbidden from interfering in mortal affairs due to the Divine laws, the demigods were left to fend for themselves. Any hopes the gods had of the issue resolving itself vanished with the passing of International Statute of Secrecy and the formation of the Ministry of Magic. It started with the a Registration Act, moved on to declaring certain rites as dark magic and outright banning them or requiring special Ministry sanction to perform and soon demigods were treated as well as the Ministry treated Hagrid this year. The gods decided to shift them to the camp in London run by Chiron for non magical demigods and used Mist to remove all the knowledge of demigods from the minds of wizards. I don't whether the reverse was done. There have not been a demigod in the wizarding world after that who was not a child of Hecate or Loki on the Norse side and even they were a rarity." until now he added.

"What exactly is the Mist, Professor?", Iris asked.

"The Mist is a type of magic or force that prevents mortals from seeing creatures, places or people from Greek Mythology, such as gods, monsters and heroes, and instead they see things that they would find normal. Mist is naturally generated when celestial deities like gods and to a lesser extent demigods interact with the mortal world. With enough practice, a strong enough demigod can manipulate the Mist."

Iris nodded and decided that learning to manipulate the Mist would be top priority. Knowing her luck, if Mist was allowed free reign, it would show her as the perperator.

"On an unrelated note, you would also be interested to know that after the Ministry took over the Triwizard Tournament, the new organisers could never understand why it degenerated into a bloodbath when the previous tournaments had all turned alright. They kept on reducing the severity until they could not go lower without turning it into a joke. So, they decided to stop it altogether. You should also know that, without the influence of the tournament, Greek and Roman demigods fought whenever they met. The situation escalated until they nearly wiped each other out during what is called the American Civil War. The gods then used the Mist again to wipe out the knowledge of one from other and they did everything they could to ensure that they don't meet again. So, I would appreciate if you kept quiet about it."

She nodded and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, who is your godly parent? You would have to be a demigod to be privy to this information."

"Take a guess, my child.", he said his eyes twinkling in amusement.

"Your mother is Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Crossroads and Necromancy", she replied.

"Correct.", said a different voice, a female one.

Iris quickly turned her head and saw a beautiful woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She was tall, had dark hair flowing down to her shoulders, dark eyes on an oval deathly pale face. She wore a dark red chiton that emphasised her figure and was clasped to her shoulder with a golden pin shaped like a glowing twin torches. She had the kind of figure that would make a supermodel on the cover of Vogue green with envy. Iris was not fashion-savy or obsessed wih her appearance like Parvati and Lavender but she had to admit she felt self-conscious in the presence of the woman.

"Mother, what are you doing here?", Headmaster Dumbledore asked and gave the woman a hug.

"Really, Albus, does a mother really need a reason to visit her little boy?", she asked.

Iris knew that she made the picture of an idiot staring at the sight with wide eyes and open jaws but she could not help it. Anyone would do the same thing when the 'little boy' is a tall wrinkled centenarian with long white hair and beard reaching the ground while the 'mother' looked in her early twenties and had a body that women would sell their souls for. Even though she knew that Dumbledore's mother was a goddess, seeing it was something else. She came to her senses and quickly stood up not wanting to be seen as being disrespectful to a goddess.

"Mother, this is Iris. Iris, this is my mother Hecate.", Dumbledore, being his typical self, introduced them to each other as if it was an everyday occurrence.

"Lady Hecate", she greeted bowing respectfully. The one thing she had learned after coming to the wizarding world was to always act formal and polite to a person until they gave you permission to act otherwise. As its patron, Hecate might have the same expectations.

Hecate bend down to her, cupped her face and spoke, "You seem to have grown into a wonderful young woman. Why! I could have sworn it was yesterday that you were just a baby fascinated by my hair."

Iris would refuse it later even under torture but at that moment her face might have turned slightly red, slightly mind you.

"There is no need to be so formal and stiff. You can simply call me Hecate unless the situation demands otherwise. You have certainly earned the right if what I have heard is true. Nicky and Penny wanted to thank you for trying to save the stone even if it was just a useless chunk of rock not worth risking your life over. They said that it was the gesture that counts.", she said.

"Nicky and Penny? I thought the Flamels were dead."

"Dead? Of course not. Albus, haven't you told her anything?"

"I was getting to that part when you popped in, mother. Iris, I am sure you know that someone born a demigod could be elevated to godhood like Heracles and Dionysus. It starts with the hero's godly parent proposing his name and his achievements to the Council. If 2/3th or higher votes are in favour, the demigod is elevated. If less than half are in favour, the proposal is promptly rejected. If votes are between half and 2/3, the demigod is given another chance to earn it by doing a task or set of tasks jointly decided by the Council as happened with Heracles. Nicholas Flamel, son of Hecate, became the minor God of Alchemy on submitting the Philosopher's Stone while his wife Perenelle, daughter of Athena, became minor Goddess of Architecture for designing Beauxbatons. They have been gods for centuries before Nicholas took me on as an apprentice on my mother's recommendations. With no one interested in Alchemy these days, he saw no point in continuing the cover story.", Dumbledore replied.

Atleast, she now knew why the goddess was friendly with her.

"I guess I should have expected it considering that the obstacles were so easy that three first years could overcome them. Well, anyway, do you know who my godly parent is?"

"I don't know and even if I knew, I would not tell you. It is an unspoken rule not to discuss it openly until the parent claims the child. It is the right of a parent to claim their child however they want.", Hecate said.

"I guess I can understand that. I just want to know whether the parent is male or female.", Iris replied looking at Dumbledore.

"I was not really close to the young couple but I have visited them a few times when Lily was pregnant. My guess is that James either didn't know or care about your ancestry. They looked after you like you were their own child. If on that Halloween, I had not checked you for any side effects of surviving the Killing Curse and found a spell to block your demigod powers, a spell I only recognised due to my own godly heritage, I would never have known.", Dumbledore spoke not looking as jovial as before.

He continued, "Your family was not the only one that was attacked that day. There were simultaneous attacks all over the country. It seemed that Tom was adamant about not being interrupted that night. I had set up charms in the house that monitored their life signs. I felt James' and Lily's go off while yours went unsteady for a few seconds before returning to normal. At that time, all the Death Eaters suddenly fell to their knees clutching their forearm screaming in pain. While it was a miracle for you to live, I worried that without immediate medical treatment you would die. So, I sent a message to the only trustworthy person I could recall who was not fighting, injured or exhausted, Hagrid, to take you to our Hospital Wing. After rounding them up and completing the necessary formalities, I came to check on you and found some interesting things. The block itself was a good thing as it would hide you until you are ready to fight them off but what was worrying was the curse in your scar. It seems that Voldemort intentionally or unintentionally cast a curse on you powered by the magics of Halloween night which was similar to the one on Hogwarts that forces me to search for a new Defense teacher every year. All Poppy's attempts to heal it had only seemed to worsen it. I knew that if left alone, it will attract danger to you monster or otherwise and the very bindings put on you to protect you will cause your doom. So, I prayed to my mother for assistance."

Hecate continued, "I checked your scar and found that ambient magic and spells cast directly at it seemed to strengthen the curse. Only exception was the sacrificial protection cast by your mother and any magic based on your mother's blood which seemed to weaken the curse."

Dumbledore spoke, "So, I considered it fortunate that when I went to Petunia's house to inform her of her sister's death and offer my condolences, I found blood wards surrounding the Dursleys house which kept any magicals without direct blood relation to Lily out unless they have been invited by a resident of the house. I could have broken through it easily as it was already weakening due to the caster's death but I knew that it was the best protection I could give you. I then strengthened the wards adding a few of my creations here and there but it was merely a delaying measure. The wards will remain unstable without a magical blood relative to bond with. So, I had Hagrid bring you there as quickly as possible. Professor McGonnagal, being the resourceful cat that she was tagged along. The wards bonded with you the moment you were in the vicinity. After some tearful good byes, they left while I put you in a cushioned basket with a letter detailing everything and sat invisible in the corner watching over you until Petunia found you in the morning and took you in sealing the bond."

He continued, "I had intended on letting out some false information to the public to atleast reduce your burden but it was too late by then. Anyway, 10 years later, you reentered the wizarding world not happy but as safe as possible. Then the curse reactivated and you know everything that happened in the last two years."

"At least now I know why I have to go to those people.", she said.

Dumbledore and Hecate exchanged a look before she spoke, "Not exactly. There is no point of going back there. The wards have fallen. After you killed the monster, you broke through the bindings and unleashed your godly side. All the mortal spells that were on you have been erased : Lily's protection spell, blood wards and the Riddle's curse the last of which I am sure you are happy about. But, you also sent out a power wave that spread out across the island that every monster felt. Many are already outside the wards trying to bash their way in.", Seeing her horrified look, she added, "Not that they would be successful. The school was build to repel an army of monsters. But, you need a safe place to stay during the summer vacations. Did Albus tell you about the camp Chiron runs?"

"Well, he did mention a camp run by Chiron-Is this Chiron..."

"Yes. The Centaur. The Immortal Trainer of Heroes. I have to leave now. I am sure Albus will explain if you have anymore doubts. When he asked me for help in revealing about gods, I thought it would be a tough job. You took it better than Albus did. It is not much of a complement considering that he let out a high pitched girlish shriek when I told him, high enough to damage my ear drums and I am a goddess.", Hecate said winking at her.

"I assure you that I had not shrieked girlishly. As for Iris, I had broken it to her gently unlike certain someone who just popped into my room while I am changing my clothes and said, 'Albus, my son, I am your real mother'."

"Kids these days. They have no respect for their elders.", she replied.

Iris noted that the goddess did not refute the statement. She found the camaderie the two seemingly different people had interesting. She hoped that someday she would be as comfortable with her parent-her father.

"I have to get going. Best of luck", the goddess said and disappeared after hugging them both.

Dumbledore then took a few forms and said, "I have made most of the arrangements but there are few forms that needs to be signed before you can leave to pack."

Iris sighed. Even magic was not powerful enough to remove the need for paperwork.

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Dumbledore walked around the corpse inspecting it. Whatever he found out seemed to have impressed him considering his excited demeanour.

"It seems that Salazar was as skilled as his reputation stated. He had managed to crossbreed basilisk and Lydian drakon. Impressive, as they are as different as two reptiles without arms or legs can get. Usually when a demigod kills a monster, its physical body ceases to exist and its essence ends up in Tartarus and reforms after some time. As the wizarding world is a neutral territory for anything supernatural due to Hecate being the Goddess of Borders, the monsters here die a permanent death."

She nodded. If magical creatures kept disappearing after their death, even the logic starved wizards would start questioning things.

"Anyway, it is customary for a demigod to sacrifice their first kill to their godly parent. Do you, by chance, know how to do it?"

"No, sir."

"The format is 'I, your name, sacrifice my first kill to my godly parent whoever they may be'."

"I, Iris Lillian Potter, sacrifice my first kill to my godly parent whoever they may be"

The monster vanished in a burst of golden light.

Elsewhere, in Olympus, the otherwise monotonous Council meeting was interrupted by a giant drakon that fell out of the sky causing many gods to let out manly screams.

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This story was inspired by another whose name I do not remember. The story also has Dumbledore as son of Hecate but is not as fleshed out as this. I have not found it despite searching for something. If someone knows and decides to tell me, I will comment it as my inspiration.

I have made a small change in the chapter though I don't know whether it will be important.

There will be no overt bashing of anyone unless its already there in canon.