A/N – The Fates make an appearance here! Now, who's Urd, Verdandi and Skuld? (and yes, Urd and Verdandi will be characters on the HP universe...). Despite the names ahead this will NOT be a crossover! And I must apologize for the wait, I had two tests coming and had to study.
Now a quick pool: Do you prefer Mpreg or Hermaphrodites?! I know what I'll do, but I want the opinion of my dear readers!
Note: Still in need of a beta!
Title: The Sons of the Gods
Chapter: 03 – A Series of Letters
Word Count: 1455
Warnings for this chapter: AU, Voldemort getting a howler, Assassination plans ahead and The Seers.

A Series of Letters

Dear Lord Granian,

Yesterday, we at the National Library, received an interesting letter, asking for information on the war, during the period of 1960 until 1981 to be exact. Now what drove my attention to the letter is the name of the sender.

Pardon for my boldness but, you wouldn't have anything to do with the attached letter from one Harry Potter, would you?

In any case, as this period concerns you and your history in this world I ask you what would you like us to send to the boy. As you can see on the letter attached to this one, he asks for confidential information as well as the tomes that you claimed for your own. Please let us know how you wish to proceed.

The National Library's Book Keeper,
Lionel Anton

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Dear Lionel,

I am formally granting you permission to aid Mr. Potter in his search for the truth. You may send the collection of books on my private vault as well as the ones lent to the public Library, please send him every piece of information you might find.

Lord Granian.

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Lukas,

I ask your aid in getting rid of a rather annoying head of department, you know who I'm speaking of, please get rid of her bodyguards and place yourself and your men in their place. She is a rather extraordinary witch in battle so I'm sure you'll appreciate the chalenge.

Yours,
The Western Dragon

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Dear Western Dragon,

As previously agreed, the assignment was completed. The bodyguards are dead, and the assignment shall have our team as the new ones. It's only a matter of time until she is dead.

Regards,
Lukas

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My dear Harry,

I hope you can appreciate the present I'm giving you, a chance to know who's on your side, no matter if you're telling the truth or not. Enjoy the gift and the knowledge I'm giving you.

The Second Basilik from the Chamber.

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She entered her rooms in Hogwarts, quickly closing the door and re-casting her wards, it wouldn't do to have this talk out of her room. She walked to her closet, disrobing from the crazy things she was forced to wear and choosing another set of clothes, much more dignified to her true position.

She smiled as she walked into the 360° mirror leaving the door open. To her left stood her own image, the old woman with silver hair and robes to match a queen's. To her right stood the image of a young red headed girl, in a set of white robes also fit for a young princess, and in front of her stood a dark haired woman in all her glory, dressed in a blood red dress, fit for an empress. She idly noted the curious look with which the young girl was looking at the woman. And the promise of cold blooded murder that the woman was shooting at her.

"Oh do calm down Verdandi, everything's going according to plan. The old man allowed our little Death into the Tri-wizard tournament, as Skuld told you he would. And I'll make sure that Harry will pass everything they throw at him."

"I don't trust him... he's onto something." Verdandi stated, looking at her younger sister for an explanation.

"Of course he's onto something, but this is not the time to tell you what it is, his little spies will enter your room in two minutes Urd." Skuld sighed, picking up her tools and playing with a little box.

"Again?! By Erda! Oh fine... what about the next step?" Urd asked, annoyed that Albus was sending Severus for her, she didn't like the man. He was too much of a puppet for her liking.

"Just remember our little Death to send his letters, make him remember his dreams. And along with his third task, don't forget to hand him the book of prophecies! Besides that everything should unfold just fine."

"And our dear Mischief Maker?"

Verdandi picked up a mirror, caressing it's face with a finger, then smiling as a mother would to her child.

"Our Mischief Maker is quite busy at the moment trying to regain his power. Make sure that the potion he's trying to make is one of family bond, not one that makes your enemy revives you." Verdandi said with a smile, still looking at her mirror.

"Also, let him find the other copy of the Book of Prophecies. He'll need it, and we'll need it if we plan on guiding him to the right potion."

"Now go! The overgrown bat is almost at your door!" Skuld shouted, using what little power she had on this realm to push her eldest sister out of the mirror room.

Not five seconds later (after Urd had properly changed clothes to her old ones) a knock came on her door.

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Thomas Riddle,

According to our reading you may go ahead with your plans. The Fates are beside you, our reading was as follow:

"The son will come back to its righteous father,
In Magic they shall be reborn as one,
Sharing blood and fate alike.

If sharing the sin of the wedded,
they shall be reborn in the arms of Death and Gods,
Their righteous nature shown."

Now, we know you're not exactly good at prophecies so the meaning of the lines above go according to this:

Your son will come back to you,
Instead of sharing blood, at first you will share a link of magic.

Now its a warning, if, by any chance, the two of you commit incest,
Something will happen that will likely release a new power and kill the two of you.

Now, to another reading, the stones and the bones both tell me that you should use the Family Ritual of Three Generations instead of Enemy's Unwilling Sacrifice, whatever that one means.
Also, it would be in your best interest to acquire a book, written in the beginning of the first Millenia. The book is Called "Prophecies and Omens" it is said that those were written by the only true seers in the world.

Have a good week Mr. Riddle,
The Mother, Present

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The Dark Lord stared at the letters he received, re-reading the last one over and over again. He had a son linked by magic. He scowled at the letter, they had no right to say that! He had never had a son! Much less one linked by magic! He knew of no one to pass his power to (even if he wanted to, which he didn't). And he also knew of no one he was linked to by means of magic.

He was just about to dictate a new letter to his consultants when a white owl arrived. A fuming dark red envelope attached to her leg... his last thoughts before the howler started were the eloquent phrase of Shit, what now?

"What were you thinking?! Do you have ANY idea of the trouble I'm in right now?! Half the school thinks I did it on purpose by now! And the trouble with Dumbledore! I'm beginning to doubt you actually have a brain on your shoulder you thrice cursed bastard! DO NOT contact me again you scaley ugly misshapen freak son of a bloody half flobberworm!! How could you actually think that by... by enrolling my in that trice dammed tournament would actually make me feel anything besides the deepest and most desperate pit of loathing for you?! Please make both of us a favour and forget I even attempted to contact you! You dirty piece of half blood slime, go to the ninth layer of hell you overgrown worm!!"

The Dark Lord sighed watching as the red parchment tore itself to thousands of pieces. He knew the boy would react this way, but still it did not mean he actually liked to be cursed and called names like that. He frowned.

He would have to talk to the boy tonight... it would leave him weak and possibly in bed rest for a few hours beyond what he was now used to, but it would have to be done. If done by letter he guessed the boy would feed it to the fishes before even reading it. He would have to send his consciousness to the boy, if at least they had a more defined bond, not the usual murderer/victim one linked by the damned scar! Maybe a family ritual wouldn't be so bad then...

He frowned again.

Where DID Harry learn to curse someone like that?! He would have to make sure the boy knew his place and how to speak to him... no, not torture... grudging respect it was then, maybe the MacGonagal sort of respect...