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Aphrodite: Welcome back dear readers. My name is Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Because of what those three did, I have been put in charge.

The goddess of love points to three armchairs. In these armchairs, the gods of our history laid unconscious and chained.

Aphrodite: Don't worry, I didn't do anything to them. Yet, Deimos must be begging for mercy.

Deimos: I'm not! Nymphomaniac goddess.

His cries full of anger had reached this place somehow. It's better not to describe his condition.

Aphrodite: Well, our author recently celebrated his birthday and continues to take classes online. We hope all of you are safe during this crisis. But one good thing about my arrival is this new show. With the permission of our author, we will begin to present different gods that may or may not appear in the story later. Our first guest is a Norse god. Madness is his profession and right now he has a not very positive relationship with A.S. His name is Loki.

The audience applauds. They are completely afraid and want to escape from Aphrodite grasp.

A small black mouse makes its entrance as it runs towards the empty armchair.

Aphrodite: Loki? Seriously. Why are you in the shape of a mouse?

The mouse jumps and sits on the armchair.

Loki: I am the god of madness and lies. I can do whatever I want.

Aphrodite: Loki, don't push your luck around me. You don't want to set me off.

The goddess takes out certain objects from her desk which makes Loki sweat.

Loki: All right. I'm sorry, but I'm going to stay like a mouse.

Aphrodite: As you wish. How are you? What about your job in hell?

Loki: I'm fine for now. Bringing sinners into madness is a great job. I appreciate that mortals continue to condemn themselves to be tortured for all eternity. You know I love it when my victims are leaders of empires or nations. Hitler's versions have been a delight to push into the limit.

Aphrodite: Readers don't need to know anymore. What about your romance with a certain horse? Are you two together?

Loki: No comment.

Aphrodite: Ok. What about Thor and Odin? We know that you have tried to re-establish communication with them.

Loki: It didn't go so well. They blame me for Ragnarok, and I continue to remind them that Lucifer was the one who led Baldur to his death at that time. A.S. has prevented us from starting a fight, but one day is not going to end well for anyone.

Aphrodite: You know that it will prevent A.S. from allowing you to visit Jörmungandr and Fenrir.

Loki: I know but is hard. I know the treaty that has been imposed on me "my children will be kept away from me to prevent a new war from starting" but it is hard for me. Jörmungandr got marry and I wasn't there.

Aphrodite: You just must control those violent desires otherwise you will continue to suffer this punishment. Well, readers, this is it for now. Keep reading the new chapter.

Loki: Wait for my possible appearance. Enjoy.

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M for mature themes just to be sure *

A God with a different take

By Try Another Time

"Snape" Someone called him.

"..." Snape didn't react.

"Snape" He was called again by the same person.

Snape continues to sleep.

"This is not going to work. Harry knocked him out for the rest of the day." Madam Pomfrey gave up and allow Snape to continue sleeping.

They were in the infirmary about 30 minutes after the duel. In one bed Snape was being bandaged by another nurse while not far from there Harry received attention for his possible injuries.

"I can't believe that you a freshman did all this." Madam Pomfrey said while looking at Snape condition.

"He wanted this, and I just did what I had to do," Harry said.

The nurse treating him had checked several parts of his body, but the boy seemed intact.

"Mr. Potter, you must be more careful. You are barely eleven years old." Madam Pomfrey said while trying to drive some common sense into the boy's head.

"I understand your concern, but I'll be fine. Can I go?" Harry asked.

"It seems that you're ok. You can go." Pomfrey answered. She was indeed astonished. An eleven-year-old had been electrocuted, attacked by several advanced spells and had only received minimal damage. "It's as if I have the body of an experienced warrior."

Pomfrey and her other assistants only sighed as they watched leave them behind. Maybe one day they'd see him in need of their help.

Outside of the infirmary.

As soon as Harry exited the infirmary he was greeted by his small group.

"Nice use of my spells," Gwendolyn said. "Although I expected more bones being broken within Snape's body."

"It was not necessary. With this, I'll never have to worry about him again." Harry said.

"Let us hope it is like that. Having him looking for trouble with you and the others for six years would be a pain in the ass any of you would want." Sirius suggested.

"We should celebrate this victory," Neville recommended.

"I don't think so. We haven't had Quidditch's games yet." Parvati reminded them all.

"Right. We should wait and see who the best seeker is among you two." Padma said. She recalled that Oliver had decided to take Parvati as the main seeker and Harry as a substitute player.

"Continue to enjoy this time at school for now because when is done we have to go back and look for the Horcruxes. Don't forget that." Sirius said.

Everyone nodded. They knew this time wasn't going to last forever. Now they had Dumbledore and the information he possessed. Luck was in their favor or so they thought.

Meanwhile in Azkaban.

Days had passed since Voldemort gave his orders to the two search teams, but his wait had paid off. The first to return was Mulciber and his group with equipment needed for his plans.

"Well done Mulciber. Now we can start with my plans." Voldemort said, though this time he was inside a different female body.

"What are we going to do with all this equipment?" Mulciber asked.

"Strengthen their bodies. Harry Potter seems to be more far stronger than what I thought. I need strong soldiers especially if I want to face Elizabeth Pendragon and the knights of the round table. On this day we will begin preparations for war." Voldemort explained.

"I offer myself as the first candidate," Mulciber said as he knelt in front of Voldemort.

"Oh, Mulciber you have to relax. We have several bodies to use first. I have better plans for you and my generals. Just wait." Voldemort said. "Today is a great day for me."

"As you say, my king," Mulciber said. "All glory to you my king."

How much chaos these could cause was a question that would be answered that same summer.

Grand Camelot Castle, London.

Built during the era of King Mordred, the illegitimate son of Arthur Pendragon and second king of England, the grand Camelot castle was the royal castle. It was constructed in London after the original capital was left behind after Arthur's death. Mordred, following his father's orders, left the original capital alongside his sisters, the queen Guinevere and all his subjects. The causes behind this action are not known to the public, but rumors say it was a promise between Arthur and the creatures living on his lands.

Several generations of the royal family had lived in this castle which had increased in size over time. Its location in the middle of London made a big target for attacks but it was far easier to say than to break into the castle.

Now our history brings us here to meet the current head of the royal family. Chosen like many others by the royal sword "Caliburn," Elizabeth Pendragon II reigned in England since she had 25 years. Now at 64, she was looking for who would be the next or next one chosen by the sword. To her misfortune, none of her sons and daughters showed the requirements for the sword to choose them as the next ruler.

You might ask it was so necessary for their successors to be chosen by the sword? Because of several mistakes that were made by choosing unsuitable kings and queens without the support of the sword. Caliburn's test became not only a tradition but also a necessity that the other roundtable members required to support the next successor.

At this time, inside one of the private training areas, Elizabeth was training alongside her youngest granddaughter, Ophelia, who would perhaps be her successor if she was chosen by Caliburn.

"Keep your posture, Ophelia," Elizabeth said as she blocked Ophelia's attack with a wooden sword. Her body for a 64-year-old was still in a great state. Yet her hair tied in a ponytail had turned gray and her blue eyes were no longer as good as they used to be. But even with all those years under her belt, her physical strength had not decay nor her mastery of the sword.

"Yes grandma," Ophelia replied. Her long hair was brown, her eyes were green, and her body was small. The little girl was only 7 years old, but from an early age, she had shown an interest in everything related to her grandmother. It could even be said that she had spent more time with her than with her own parents, who did not stop her because everyone in the family wished to have any confirmation about who would take the place once Elizabeth was gone.

Ophelia took her sword with her two hands and attacked once more. First, she tried to deal with a cut from the left, but this was easily blocked by her opponent. Ophelia continues to clash her sword with Elizabeth, trying to outmatch experience and strength with speed and wits.

While this was happening, someone else was watching them. His hair was short and blonde. His eyes were red as blood. His appearance was attractive, but his gaze was able to cause terror on anyone. He was only 30 years, but that face would make anyone think he was much older. His name at birth was Gabriel Pendragon, but when his father died, he took the title of Lord Mordred or more dramatically known as the Knight of Judgment.

This title was considered on the table as the second most important in the roundtable. It was created by King Mordred himself for various reasons. First, protect the royal family especially the king or queen chosen by the sword. Second, act as the shadow of the sword's successor. Third and more important than anything, judge the chosen one until his/her death or retirement. If at some point Lord Mordred felt that his king or queen deviated from his duties to the kingdom such as putting more importance in the search for wealth than feeding the kingdom, Lord Mordred would execute them. None of the other members of the roundtable could oppose this if the investigation proved that Lord Mordred was right. Although in many cases the loss of the ability to draw Caliburn out its scabbard was enough.

Ever since King Mordred gave the title to his first son, the tradition has always remained. Several heads have been cut by a member of the second Pendragon bloodline, but it has all been for the good of the kingdom.

Mordred looks at his watch. "It's time." He walks towards the both of them with two towels in his hands. "Elizabeth, Ophelia, it's time."

The two stopped when they heard his voice.

"How was I?" Ophelia asked.

"You're getting better, but your body needs to grow a little more if you want to fight more effectively," Mordred replied.

Ophelia nodded. "I need to drink more milk."

"That and continue training. It's time to go, we have things to do." Elizabeth said as she dried her sweat.

"The parliament or papers to sign?" Ophelia seemed excited with either.

"Both. You know I won't make you help me if you don't want to." Elizabeth said.

"If I want to be your successor, I must be able to help you and understand your work." Ophelia refused to act like a girl her age. Her grandmother was everything to her and becoming her successor was a dream she hoped would come true.

"If you fine with it, but only for today. You have classes tomorrow." Elizabeth said.

Ophelia was disgusted to hear mention of classes. Advanced etiquette, piano lessons, ballroom dancing, none of those classes appealed to her because her tastes were quite far from what would normally be expected from a girl from the royal family at this age. Her tastes were so unusual that her first favorite toy was not a doll like many other girls, in Ophelia's case it was a bear with armor that was given to her by Mordred when she was only two years old.

"We'd better hurry," Mordred said as he pointed at his watch again.

"You heard him, Ophelia," Elizabeth said before walking in the direction of where she had left her sword. Caliburn, the legendary sword that had been passed down from generation to generation. Since she was chosen by it, Elizabeth had tried to separate as little as possible from it.

When her father was still alive, he always reminded her that even with thousands of guards around her, she alone could protect herself when everything else fails so she had become accustomed to never being unarmed. With her sword in hand, Elizabeth was followed by Ophelia and Mordred toward the exit. Once outside, 12 soldiers in modern armor surrounded them.

"Your majesty, are you sure you don't want to wait for the car?" The leader of the royal guard asked.

"I'm fine, Ronald. I need to stay in shape and I'm able to walk for ten minutes. I'm not that old. "Elizabeth answered. "Mordred, have you received any new information from your agents?"

"Nothing yet. But I feel it's not going to take long before we know everything that's going on at the Wizengamot." Mordred replied.

"I hope we hear good news. I don't want to be forced to take drastic actions." Elizabeth said.

"Are you worried about what they can do?" Ophelia asked.

"No, they can't take our armies on. For a long time, they have been free to do many things without the intervention of the royal family or the parliament, but if things continue to get worse, I will be forced to do what is necessary. The magical community is part of our kingdom and perhaps it is the time for them to fully join our society." Elizabeth explained.

"Does this mean revealing the secret?" Ophelia knew things were bad but going that far would be too much.

"I don't think she means that. She is talking about updating its laws and its complete absorption by the parliament." Mordred explained since he was Elizabeth's left hand.

"Exactly. Grindelwald was a big problem and Voldemort seems to still be a possible threat. If the Wizengamot appears to be related to Voldemort or if they are incapable of eliminating it, I will be forced to take control. Before that, we may need the opinion of someone who is well informed about this issue." Elizabeth said.

"Whom?" Mordred asked.

"Sirius Black. It's been a long time since we met in person. I remember when we exchanged letters at the beginning of the war against Voldemort. He claimed that everything would be fine, but you and I know what happened that dark night. We've kept communication over the last 10 years, and I think it's about time I met the new Lord Potter and his sister." Elizabeth said.

"Are we meeting the famous Potter siblings?" Ophelia asked. She seemed very excited about the prospect of meeting Harry and Violet.

"Ophelia, why do you seem so excited? Wait, are you a fan of those children's books?" Mordred asked. His tone was cheerful, but his gaze was still scary.

Ophelia was not affected by his gaze. "No, I'm interested in learning how strong are they. In Sirius' letters, he wrote that they were both training since a young age."

"Ophelia! You weren't supposed to read those letters without my permission." Elizabeth said.

"But you leave them lying around on your desk without not care." Ophelia tries to defend her actions.

"That doesn't mean you were allowed to read them. I'm going to need to make sure all my important documents are somewhere else." Elizabeth said while she turns her face away in disapproval.

"I'm sorry," Ophelia said. Her face showed sadness at the simple thought that her grandmother was angry with her.

Elizabeth turns towards her. She saw how sad the child seemed, so she gives in and puts her hand on the little girl's head. "Just ask permission first. I understand you're curious, but some things are just for my eyes. Do you understand?"

Ophelia nodded.

"Good. Mordred, what do you think? Do we have free time to visit Eljun?" Elizabeth asks.

"Not right now. We both have important business for the next few months. Silvia wants us to go to several events with the kids, although I keep telling her that they're too young for that. I think we'd better plan the trip for next summer. That way we'll have an excuse to leave London for a reason that doesn't require treaties or international relations." Mordred recommended.

"Sounds like a good idea. Who should we take?" Elizabeth wondered.

"Don't say, Lancelot. You know well enough the chaos she creates every time she visits a different place. Anything can go wrong if we take her with us." Mordred said.

"But Lady Lancelot is such a fun person. We are trying to enjoy the summer." Ophelia claims.

"Do you think it's better to leave her here on her own? I don't think Eric is enough to stop her." Elizabeth said.

"It's her husband. That's his job." Mordred continued. "Lancelot is a headache that I don't want to face alone."

"Of course, we're not going alone. You know what, we're taking Galahad too. He can help us to keep Lancelot in control. " Elizabeth continued.

"Elizabeth, are you crazy? Galahad is the last person we should take with us and Lancelot. He won't help unless you force him to. This is going from bad to worse. I give up." Mordred was annoyed by the suggestion to take those he considered the most annoying members of the roundtable.

"Everything will be fine. It's just going to be the five of us and a small squadron." Elizabeth said.

"Does that mean I won't have summer classes?" Ophelia asks.

"It depends on your parents." She remembered what Marcus and Dianna had said every time she had taken Ophelia with her during her trips to other countries. "They will agree as long as you keep taking some classes." The queen thought.

The Royal Guard could already hear Princess Dianna screams and her 900 refusals before giving in under certain conditions.

"I just hope Silvia understands." Mordred thought while imagining his wife trying to stop him from leaving the house without her or the children. He loved her, but she was too attached to him.

"I can't wait to meet you two, Potter siblings." Ophelia thought.

At the same time, on Eljun.

Violet sneezed again. "Can I be getting sick?" She asked herself before returning to work on one of her projects. Eli looks at her curiously.

"Violet, we'd better get some fresh air," Eli recommended before standing up and dragging her out of her seat.

"We're just getting started. We need to work more on this project to get it ready in time." Violet said.

"We've been doing this for two days. We need some rest." Eli said.

Their familiars, Nox and Vlad followed them out of the studio. They really needed to do something other than training, lordship classes or sewing new projects, at least that's what the crow and bat thought.

"Perhaps it would have been better if we went alongside Sirius to watch Harry's duel," Eli said as she dragged Violet.

"It was just a duel with a teacher. For God's sake, he's got a giant dragon and fought way harder opponents. We know he won." Violet said.

Eli noticed something was going on with Violet. Normally they only created new clothes in small amounts and her attitude wasn't normal. "Violet, are you upset with Neville?" Eli asked.

"No," Violet replied.

"Violet don't lie to me." Eli continues.

"..." Violet refused to answer, but her face betrayed her.

"Does this have to do with your lack of letters from him in the last week?" Eli was sure about it now.

Violet's eyes try to contain a few tears before she broke down. "He doesn't love me. She's probably with the whore he calls a friend. My Neville is cheating on me." When it comes to Violet everything related to Neville was a big deal. It may have to do with the fact that they grew up together and thus developed a stronger attachment to him than what Neville realized.

"Violet you need to relax. There still a chance for him to send you a letter. Look let's just go to the town and do something to distract our minds." Eli said. Sometimes she wished Violet had never developed those feelings for Neville.

Both girls continue to make their way down from their small studio in the direction of the nearest exit. After all, it was a beautiful day and they'd surely find something to do with their time.

Meanwhile, Neville and his mother.

Neville had separated from the others. They meet his mother after making sure Harry was okay thus leading to the rest of the group taking off to talk to Dumbledore. Mother and child were now alone in one of the many rooms in Hogwarts.

"Ok, let's start. How are classes going?" Alice asked.

"I'm fine but that's not why you called me here, is it?" Neville counter. He knew his mom, and this was far too unusual to be only about classes.

"... You're growing faster than I thought. Well, let's get to the point, have you noticed anything strange among the children of dark families?" Alice appreciated Neville's maturity.

"What do you mean?" Neville asked. He didn't pay them too much attention unless they looked for trouble with them.

"In the last few days, your father has noticed some changes in several members of the Wizengamot. At first, it was only Lucius Malfoy, but now many other members act in strange ways. They are wearing masks and staying away from others. If you know anything, I need you to tell me now." Alice explained.

Neville was silent and gave it some thought. He tries but he couldn't remember if anything out of the ordinary had happened with the members of Slytherin. "Nothing that I can remember. I'll have to ask Daphne or Tracy if they had seen or heard anything. Do you think something will happen in the Wizengamot?"

Alice looks at him. Her voice turns more serious. "The truth is that we are not sure, but we must be prepared. You and the others are here so you have the flexibility to get information from the children of those families. Any information they get can help us act before a catastrophe."

"But why hasn't Sirius said anything about this?" Neville asked.

"Sirius wants to be sure before informing Harry. I'm talking to you so you can investigate discretely. If Harry knew about the possibility that one of those guys or girls knows something about Voldemort, maybe he'd alert the enemy before confirming if they're really connected. We must be careful. We don't want innocents to suffer without no reason."

"But it's Harry we're talking about. Keep secrets from him, it's not something I do. He's my best friend."

"And because he's your best friend you should know when to keep secrets. Harry should only act when he's sure an enemy is in front of him. Not all dark families are enemies, so we have to make sure what they really are working with Voldemort. Do you understand?"

Neville was silent for a few seconds before answering. "I understand, but I don't like this."

"Sometimes we do things we don't like, but we do it for a reason." Alice softens her expression and tone. "Changing the subject, how's your relationship with Hannah? Will she be the new Lady Longbottom, or will it be Violet?" Alice's face was curious about what her son would respond to.

"Could we not talk about this?" He said while blushing.

"Neville you can't escape this. Compared to other families, you, Harry and the others have more freedom to choose who you're going to marry. But that doesn't mean we want to wait until you're 18 for you to tell us who you're going to marry. Besides, I just want to know if your relationship with her is moving in the right way or if you're already sure who you're going to marry like Harry."

"I'm nothing like Harry. Just give me time to see where my friendship with her is going. Hannah's not like us. She hasn't trained since she was a child, she doesn't expect to have to fight in a war we don't yet know when it's going to start, but I like her and I want to see if she'll be someone I can return to when I'm done fighting. The opposite happens with Violet, she knows everything about me and we're in the same condition. I'm attracted to her, but I still don't know what to decide. Whether to see her as a close friend or my future wife. I'm not ready to make a decision because my feelings for both are a mess." Neville admitted.

"So, you've thought about it. Aren't you attracted to the idea of having her both as your wives?"

"No... it's not something I see me doing. For Harry and the girls, it works, but I don't see it happening with me and them. Just give me time and I'll give you an answer before I turn 15."

Alice remained silent. She appreciated her son's sincerity and the fact he thought about it as an adult. "I like the idea. Four years must be enough for you to decide who you want to spend the rest of your life with. Who knows maybe someone else will show up?" Alice put her arms around Neville.

"I don't think so," Neville said. "Is this it?"

"It is, but I won't let you go. I'll enjoy this hug a little more. A mother has to enjoy her time with her son before he no longer enjoys her hugs." Alice said.

Neville's stays quiet. "Deciding who my wife will be, sometimes I wish I wasn't the heir to the family." He thought about before he closed his eyes. Enjoying this moment wasn't a bad option.

Far away from Hogwarts, in the nation that once was Russia.

Russia was always a country changing from one government to another. From being run by a royal family to being governed by its people. At this time in history, it was controlled by a military government with a peculiar characteristic, they were purists with certain principles about magic. Since the second world war ended, Russia had lost not only many territories because it was unable to confront all the magical creatures that roamed the forests and mountains, but also it lost its last democratic leader after a coup d'etat.

They were now governed by a government that refused to make connections with magical communities, oppressed and used its own wizards as weapons without the rights of any human, but above all supported a certain religious movement that would only grow in the following years.

Messina had traveled to this place to use it as her base of operations. His plans for the future were far-fetched, but perhaps they would be effective thanks to the relics of a certain enemy of world war II.

In this region hidden behind overwhelming snowstorms, the Puritan Military Union would revive the forbidden technology developed by the Nazis under the motto of cleaning the world of heretical and non-believers.

One more side stood without Harry knowing about it while our three deities looked in disapproval.

"Mortals create their own problems even when we give them all the tools to survive. Let's hope Harry and the others are able to face all of this." A.S. said as he looked at how his creation repeated the same mistakes of other worlds.

Aria and Asmodeux just nodded. They would not intervene since everything was in the hands of those who they had trained.