Hello! I am finally back! Sorry it took so long, I started uni. Also, this chapter was very hard to write, and I did a lot of thinking about the story in general.

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The Advent of a Demigod

Adjusting to life without Godric was strange, unsettling even. While the twins and Neville kept him company, it just wasn't the same. People might have noticed the cloudy skies in those days, as they might have noticed the occasional student (demigods) become twitchy for no apparent reason. It was for the betterment of the school, they, the demigods, thought, if Godric were to return as soon as possible.

He didn't.

After a week, it became apparent to Ouranos that Godric's excursion to the Chamber had taken way too long. He sent Franz to check and talked to his other friends (Neville and the twins) about it, but they didn't know either.

10 days later, there was still no word. Neville had suggested Godric might have been dead, but that was shot down by Ouranos after an awkward silence, by telling them that Franz had found no body of Godric, and neither one of a basilisk. The twins let out a visible sigh of relief at that, while Neville just looked uncomfortable.

Ouranos wasn't convinced himself, though. While he knew Godric as a fierce man, and believed that he was able to deal with the basilisk, he was worried. The only thing stopping him from going down was his promise to Godric.

Another attack happened soon after, and Ouranos threw his promise in the wind. He went down personally, to see whether he could find Godric. He didn't find anything though, no Godric, no basilisk. It was just as Franz said.

Hecate joined them in the week after that. She was distressed, if not a bit apologetic that it took her so long to come. She had cursed the gods, equalled them to traffic lights, and more. Ouranos filled her in. She went down herself. While she did sense something greatly off, she wasn't able to sense where and what it was, for the magical heart of the school was too close by.

"So, what I wanted to ask you," Ouranos said, "was whether you, as head of Slytherin, know of any other legends that have anything to do with the Chamber. Something has happened, I'm sure of it."

Aether was still processing what he had just heard. "And what of the ghost?"

"He hasn't shown himself since then. Hecate is keeping an eye out."

"I see. For your earlier question: no. There are no other legends. But I shall look for mentions in some of the older books at the library. They have to have something."

"Why not ask the headmaster?" Ouranos said, pensively. "He is supposed to know these things."

Aether chuckled wryly. "He won't tell me. He doesn't trust me at all with anything that can lead me to anything dark. Wasn't even allowed to become the teacher of Defence against the Dark Arts. But nooooo, I can't! Not after that stint I had with Voldemort…"

Ouranos' eyebrow rose inquiringly. Aether sighed. "It was nothing. I defected after a few months. When I first became Snape, I had convinced myself to do anything possible to regain recognition. I thought being a Death Eater was a fast way of getting notoriety, but I changed my mind and defected. I have a better way of getting recognition now. Enough so that I will stop fading completely!"

"I see. But still, something's wrong about this." Ouranos said.

Suddenly, it came to him. "He was lying!" He exclaimed.

"Lying? Who? What do you mean?" Aether said.

"Dumbledore! He said Lockhart was the only one who applied for the teaching position of Defence."

"What?" Aether said. "Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, but what's even stranger is that he has tasked Lockhart with going to the Chamber. Surely he knows that Lockhart is a complete idiot?"

Aether laughed. "Too true! Almost like he had something in mind when he hired him."

Ouranos became silent, pensive. "I think I need to go talk to the man."

Aether stopped laughing, becoming more serious. "Good luck then. Do you know his password? Or shall I tell you?"

"Don't bother. We both know that we don't need passwords to go to his office." Ouranos said.

Aether chuckled. "True, true. Come visit soon, alright?"

Ouranos nodded and walked out of the room. He suddenly had a hunch, a hunch that explained a lot: 'What if Dumbledore really had something in mind when he hired Lockhart?' The thing was, what would he have in mind? Ouranos didn't know. But there was a second clue glaring in his face: Dumbledore had lied to him and Godric. He said Lockhart was the only applicant, something Aether told him was not true. He must have done that for a reason. But what was that reason? It had something to do with one of them, then, but who? It could be Godric, but that was improbable, for Godric had kept wraps on his secret identity rather well (surprisingly), and his new identity was that of a Weasley, which was nothing too special in the eyes of the Wizarding World.

'Then it had to be me!' Ouranos thought as he jumped of the staircase to another one who went into the right direction. That was not even that farfetched. From what he'd gathered from his general experiences in the school, Harry Potter was famous for surviving the killing curse (and he wasn't sure how to feel about it). Maybe Dumbledore had something for him in mind. Maybe it had something to do with Voldemort…

Maybe he wanted him to beat Voldemort. That would explain a whole lot of things. Who in his right mind would safeguard an ancient artefact with riddles and tests a first year could solve? Maybe Dumbledore had been testing him all along!

But that was too farfetched. Some of the tests had been brilliant, and it was not like he was just an ordinary first year. It was, however, something to look into.

He couldn't blame Dumbledore for the troll either. He had an alibi, and a good one at that. But still, if his hunch was true, he had a motive…

This did, however, explain the twinkle Dumbledore gave him when he was seen by Dumbledore after the debacle with Mrs. Norris. It was as if he was daring him to go and do something about it. Sneaky bugger, how dare he span the mighty Ouranos before his cart like some horse!

He calmed himself. It was not proven Dumbledore had done anything after all. Quickly, he turned the corner towards the hallway which housed the gargoyles leading to Dumbledore's office, which he quickly bypassed, easy as it was for him. He then entered Dumbledore's office.

"Professor." Ouranos started.

Dumbledore didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he froze for a second, and then put the book he was reading in down on his desk.

"Harry. What brings you here?" He said.

"I wanted to ask something, professor." Ouranos answered.

Dumbledore's expression changed briefly, showing a slight frown.

"But of course, dear boy. Lemon drop?" He stared at Ouranos oddly, as if wanting him to take one.

"No." Ouranos said. As he looked at Dumbledore, he noticed a slight twinkling in his eyes.

"You surely don't mind me taking one then?" Dumbledore said, his twinkling disappearing.

Ouranos smiled slightly. Trap cleared! "Of course not, Professor, go ahead."

Dumbledore slowly took one of his Lemon Drops, and took his time getting the wrapper of. Then he popped it into his mouth.

"Now what is it you wanted to talk about, Harry?" He smiled kindly.

"I don't understand, professor. You said Lockhart was the only one who wanted to be professor for Defense, but professor Snape told me he wanted it as well. Why did you not tell the truth?" Ouranos said, playing the part of a twelve years old.

Dumbledore was pensive for a moment, until he finally answered: "My boy, I need Severus to be my Potions professor. Aside from him, there was only Lockhart."

"But why didn't you say so in the first place? And why would you leave professor Lockhart, who is a liar, in charge of the Chamber of Secrets?"

Dumbledore's twinkle disappeared, and for a moment, he looked ancient.

"I had to. You wouldn't understand."

"Tell me." Ouranos countered.

"I can't. Not yet." Dumbledore said quietly.

"Does it have anything to do with the troll from last year? Or the tests for the Stone from last year?" Ouranos said, his charade slipping.

Dumbledore looked like he was choking on Lemon Drops, before he answered:

"Yes."

"Stay out of my life, Dumbledore." Ouranos said angrily. "Whatever you're planning, it stops now. I won't let you do this in a school full of children." And Ouranos left, and as he reached the door, he looked back one more time. "Or you won't like the consequences, demigod." Ouranos smirked.

Dumbledore smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Of that, I'm sure. But I do this not for myself. I have to do it."

Ouranos narrowed his eyes, and went through the doors, slamming them closed behind them.

Dumbledore sighed, and took his time taking another lemon drop, absentmindedly putting it in his mouth.

Outside, Ouranos made his way back to the common room. Dumbledore definitely had something to do with all of this. The point was, he couldn't threaten it out of him effectively enough. He could just reveal himself here, but although he wasn't as paranoid as last year, and most of the school probably knew he was not 'just Harry', only seven people knew his identity. He was not just going to shout it out for all to hear, that was much too dangerous. So he needed proof, like an account from a witness. Problem was, he had no witnesses. But there were ways to corner the bastard... Or else, he would make them.

But for now he would do something else. He had to be patient with this. Time was on his side.

But what would he do?

He didn't know, he realized hollowly. Godric was normally the one who did this part of life: The interesting part.

He started walking in the direction of the quidditch field and tried not to think of Godric's disappearance. He thought he'd heard of a quidditch match. He would go look at it.

As he approached, he saw that there indeed had been a quidditch match planned. But what was happening didn't at all look even remotely like quidditch.

It was a brawl. Seems like Nick had gone out of hiding.

On one side: Sir Nicholas.

On the other side: The remains of what was once the Headless Hunters.

On yet another side: The teachers of Hogwarts, trying to get Nick to stop.

On the front row (that is to say, directly above them): The quidditch players, having been distracted from their game by what was going on below. Luckily for them, though, Fred and George were lazily playing catch with the bludgers, for safety reasons, Ouranos presumed.

"YOU WON'T ESCAPE! FACE YOUR PUNISHMENT LIKE MEN!" Nicholas bellowed at his prey. He had really gone off the deep end. His hair was unkempt, his clothes were teared and muddy, and, disturbingly, his hands were coated in a glittering but see-through substance, which could only be ectoplasm.

"Sir Nicholas!" professor McGonagall shouted. "Please stop this! You're unsettling the students!"

But her words were drowned out by the incantations the other professors were firing at Nick. Nicholas had just reached a headless horseman, and was playing tug with the head. When he finally got it, he crunched it under his boot, and stuffed it into the now collapsing horseman's clothes.

Ouranos made his way towards Hecate. "Shouldn't you do something?"

"No," she answered. "It's too public. Besides, he is a ghost. My power over them is limited, and what I can do at this range wouldn't help at all. "

"I see," Ouranos said, and sat down. Some older years had also joined the onslaught against Nick, while others had begun escorting the first years out of the arena. The second years would be next. Nicholas was hit by a full body bind, but shrugged it off.

"But we can't just sit here." Ouranos said. "I have come to like Nicholas, and when the wizards will get hold of him in this state, they will certainly do away with him."

He silently cursed his passiveness. If only Godric was back…

"We could slip through the escort, but then what?" It was a common known fact (to divine entities) that the gods also used heroes because they were far more resourceful than the gods. While Hecate was more resourceful than the rest, only preceded by Athena, she also wasn't used to playing the hero.

"If I immobilize him, could you contain him?" Ouranos mused, while Nicholas got hold of another horseman.

"I could try. Let's go." They made their way towards the field, but were not nearly close enough when Nick violently threw a horseman's head in the air, skewering it on the broom of one Draco Malfoy, 40 meters above the ground, who was startled enough to fall off, headfirst.

"Tartarus!" Hecate cursed.

"Don't worry. Franz! Catch him!" Ouranos ordered, and Franz appeared and sped towards Malfoy, while teachers quickly tried to divide their attention between Malfoy and Nicholas.

"Now!" Ouranos said when they got sufficiently close. He immobilized Nicholas, and Hecate transferred him into a jar she had quickly conjured. When they noticed he was gone, the teachers looked around confused, but eventually breathed a sigh of relief and went to vanish the mess. The lone headless horseman left fled for his life, and the older year's students left the field.

Draco Malfoy had landed safely, and Ouranos and Hecate took that as a cue to get the Chaos out of there, before they'd be discovered with a jar with Nick in it. The ghost in question was hitting the jar from the inside, trying to break free.

Luckily, he failed.

The game would go down in Hogwart's History as the most unorthodox game ever played. In the end, Gryffindor won with 160-20, for the only seeker left in the game was Gryffindor's, and the players were too baffled to be competitive, so they had let him catch the snitch.

It was also the day Franz first failed in his task, although Ouranos would only find that out one day later. Ouranos didn't mind it then, as Malfoy had somehow safely landed, but it was picked up by the lone demigod who was successful in eavesdropping on Ouranos, who got to work immediately.

What Ouranos did mind, though, was that Lockhart had somehow managed to get the credit for both beating sir Nick and catching Malfoy.

As of such, he was still grumpy when he saw the note detailing the Duelling Club, and decided to attend with less than pure intentions, Lockharts name being written in swirling letters with the annotation "Main Teacher".

Meanwhile, the attacks were still ongoing, and by the time the Duelling Club started, there were at least two petrified students Ouranos and Hecate knew of, and still no sign of Godric.

"I'm beginning to get the idea," Ouranos started. "That we have been missing something important."

Hecate just nodded, as she watched Lockhart climb upon the stage. Ouranos glared at him.

"Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent!" He started. Ouranos mumbled something about him being a 'stain he could not get off his eyes'.

"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Duelling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions. Why, even yesterday, when—"

Ouranos snapped his fingers with ungodly delight, and a part of Lockhart's robes turned into air. Hecate looked at Ouranos disapprovingly.

Lockhart yelped, but somehow managed to turn it into one of his insufferable giggles. "N-Never mind. You have all read my books after all. Refer to them for further information about my heroic deeds."

"Let me introduce my assistant:" he continued, "Professor Snape…" Lockhart smiled and gestured towards Aether, who, for once, didn't have to fake any part of the aura of doom he was giving out.

Lockhart continued on without noticing the death threats thrown at his face by the glare Aether was giving him. "…who has sportingly agreed to help me. Don't worry, you'll see him back alive and in one piece after this is done."

A smirk twitched upwards on Aether's visage when his and Ouranos eyes met. This was going to be memorable.

Lockhart was, by then, moving towards one end of the dueling field set up for this purpose, and Aether strode slowly and purposefully towards the other side.

Lockhart bowed vigorously, hands waving everywhere, when he suddenly stumbled, and fell right on his nose. Hecate nudged Ouranos, disapproving glare on her face, but when she turned Ouranos looked more put out than everything. Instead, Aether's smirk had reached creepy proportions.

Lockhart stood up, rubbed his nose ("All's fine, dear students, now let's continue!"), and raised his wand. Aether raised his as well.

"As you can see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position." Lockhart elaborated. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Non-deadly spells, of course."

"Hecate," Ouranos whispered, "I hope they have more common sense than thinking a basilisk, or even an outlaw for that matter, will abide by such rules."

"Hush you," Hecate answered. After a short while, she followed that up with: "It's an ongoing problem, sadly."

The sides of Ouranos' mouth twitched up.

"One- Two- Three!" Lockhart counted down.

At the count of three, Snape lazily waved his wand, and Lockhart's wand was suspended in mid-air.

"Snape!" Lockhart whispered as silent as he could. "Stick to the plan!"

"As you can see," He turned to the students, whose mouths were agape, "Snape has disarmed me, a useful tactic in a duel. In most cases, it will give you enough time to take action."

"Or run away," Ouranos added quietly, still smirking at Lockhart, who was, by now, trying to get his wand down, but failing. Aether let it go on for several more moments, after which he let the wand fall inside Lockhart's eye. Lockhart immediately clutched it, getting the offending object away from his eye and back into his pockets.

"Don't worry, students. It was the side of the handle, not the tip!" Lockhart quickly said, while some students exclaimed cries of worry, while others laughed.

And indeed, after a few moments, he regained his bearings and took his wand out of his pockets. "Ahem. Where were we?" He apparently decided to skip the rest of the demonstration (wisely so, seeing Aether's still present smirk), for he followed it up by "Ah, yes. The practice. We will divide you all in pairs, and you will try to disarm eachother. The spell most commonly used for that is "Expelliarmus". And disarm only!"

Lockhart and Aether moved through the crowd, dividing the group into pairs. When they came at Ouranos and Hecate, Aether sneered at them, although it didn't reach his eyes.

"Ah, Potter. Let's pair you up with Mr. Flint, won't we?" Aether said, as he led Ouranos towards the hostile looking quidditch captain. "Don't maim him, you know the drill." He added quietly.

And Ouranos didn't. While he, according to the rules, only used expelliarmus, Flint was trying to one-up him with a vast assortment of hexes, spells and curses. Aether, befitting his role, did nothing, and Lockhart tried to stop them, but failed miserably. Ouranos didn't mind too much, he won hands down after all.

Meanwhile, the girl Hecate was paired up with had started using physical force to disarm Hecate. It greatly amused Ouranos, but what amused him even more was the way Hecate dodged (with magic, of course), and sent the girl barreling into Lockhart.

Eventually, though, all good things have to come to an end, and as everyone was shushed down by Aether (and Lockhart a bit too, but mostly Aether), Ouranos went and stood next to Hecate again, watching Lockhart with a hawk's eye.

"Let's do a demonstration between students!" Lockhart said cheerily, and most students groaned, while some clapped.

"Now, let's see. Ah! Potter, you can come up. And…" But Lockhart was cut off by Aether.

"Miss Bulstrode, come here for a minute."

Ouranos made his way towards the main stage lazily and went to stand on the opposite side of miss Bulstrode, who was smirking at him. He was unfazed, he could do so much better than that.

Aether went over to him. "5 points to Gryffindor and Slytherin for every spell that hits that buffoon of a Defence professor."

Ouranos nodded, poker faced. Inside though, he was grinning.

"One- Two- Three!" Lockhart counted down. At three, Bulstrode chanted a disarming charm, which went barreling towards him. He put up a shield charm which deflected it, and it sailed right into Lockhart's midsection, launching him into the wall. Aether smirked, while some (but only a few) students gasped in fear. Hecate rolled her eyes.

Most of the duel went like that. After a while, though, Bulstrode began to be more creative. Offensive, but mostly harmless spells went flying everywhere, Ouranos dodging and deflecting some into Lockhart. He didn't really fight back (who did they think he was, him, fighting back? No, they could try to fight him if they wanted something from him). With time, Bulstrode got angrier. Until:

"Serpensortia!" She cried. A snake shot out of her wand, and Ouranos raised one eyebrow. This could be dangerous for the students, who had gone quiet instantly.

And he was right. The snake tried to attack some student on the first row.

"Thisss won't do." Ouranos said, the snake suddenly turning to him in surprise.

"A ssssspeaker? Don't interfere! I likessss my meal young!"

Ouranos' brow rose even higher. He knew he could make any sound he wanted, imitate any voice he wanted, but that didn't mean he could speak any language he wanted. He was an Air Entity, not a Language God.

"You underssstand me?" He said.

"Of courssssse. Now sssshut up. I'm going to eat!" The snake tried to take a bit of the quivering boy, but Aether was faster, vanishing the Snake promptly. The boy burst out crying. At that instant, the room fell back to utter chaos.

Ouranos looked around and saw that he had nothing to do here anymore. So he regally moved himself to the door, people jumping out of the way for him.

"What was that, Ouranos! How can you speak Parseltongue?" Hecate hushedly said to him as she caught up.

Ouranos turned his head. "I don't know. Must be something originating from Harry before I became him. I don't think it matters much though."

"I'll have to warn you, it is considered evil." Hecate said.

"Ah, they knew I wasn't quite normal before this. I think they won't care too much and that it all blows over." Ouranos said, making his way to the common room.

The end. Of this chapter of course.

The hardest part of the chapter was (and I kid you not): keeping up my rule of not using linebreaks in the story itself.

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