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Cedric Diggory collapsed in the middle of Hogsmeade, to the horror of those around him. A wide berth was gathered around him, as students started shouting and sending up sparks into the sky, screaming for an adult.
Cedric, however, was completely unaware of the hubbub going on around him, swallowed into darkness. In the black, images, memories, thoughts of another lifetime raced through his head, faster and faster. And when he awoke, so did Helios, after over a millennia of sleep.
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The three Black sisters waited in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, waiting for the rush they knew was coming.
“I missed you so much, Andy,” Narcissa’s face glistened with tears, “I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, Cissy,” Andromeda cried, before she embraced her younger sister. Bellatrix watched the embrace with thinly veiled longing. She missed that. She missed being the three Black sisters.
“Andromeda, I’m so sorry.” she said, “Could you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?”
That was when Andromeda’s tears started flowing freely, “Oh Bella, I missed you too.”
And the three sisters fell into an embrace, laughing and crying freely-but it didn’t matter. They were together for the first time in forever. And so they held each other as the ancient magic washed through them and the Three Fates were reborn.
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Neville Longbottom, was sipping a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, listening to Hannah Abbott talk about her favorite subject-Charms. He couldn’t have been happier-he had finally worked up the courage to ask her out and she had said yes . Yes to him, to Neville Longbottom. He started to feel a little light headed. Great. Of course, his luck was going to end. It always did. The last thought in his mind before he collapsed was his hope that Hannah would agree to a second date after him so spectacularly ruining the first by passing out. Then the soul of Hermes came to life, flitting awake, stretching after years of wait.
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Fred and George Weasley could not believe their luck. They had off-handedly mentioned their ambitions of opening a joke shop to Harry Potter, who had contacted none other than Sirius Black, who they were now sitting across from at a desk, sipping firewhisky with, and he was throwing numbers at them. Numbers like ten-thousand Galleons.
A wave of-was it power?-washed through the room, and both of the twins felt a splitting headache, while Sirius furrowed his brow in concentration, as if something new had come to his attention. As the twins’ headaches softened, just as quickly as they had arrived, Poseidon stirred within Sirius Black, and the renascence of Dionysus stretched between Fred and George Weasley. They blinked in tandem and looked at each other in confusion, while Poseidon began to laugh heartily.
“Ah, Dionysus,” he said, “Of all of us, trust you to muck it up and end up in two different people.”
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Harry Potter wandered through Zonkos, eying the colorful displays. It was supposed to be a pick-me-up for the love of his life falling in love with someone else, but he wasn’t doing a great job. He was happy Hermione was happy, but it wasn’t something easy to swallow. He’d spent five years chasing the girl, and nothing had come of it. Not that he was going to try and muck up their relationship, it was just disappointing. Hermione was smart, special, beautiful, kind, what more could you want? How was he supposed to fall in love with anybody else when she was right there?
And then an invisible wind knocked Harry over, flat onto his back, knocking all of the air out of him, and making him see stars. But stars weren’t the only things he saw. Memories. Memories flooded through his mind like a tidal wave, memories of who he was. Apollo.
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Sitting in a corner of the Hog’s Head, Susan and Tonks shared a glass of firewhiskey, playing a game of Truth or Drink.
“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?” Tonks asked, her eyes gleaming.
Susan rolled her eyes, “I’m not giving that ammunition to you quite yet,” before downing a swig of her drink. “What is your favorite person to morph into?”
“Snape. And I have a fantastic story to go along with that, too,” Tonks said smugly, before looking back up at Susan, who had glassy eyes and was falling forward. Catching her quickly, Tonks felt herself involuntarily morph between person after person, and with each came images, painting the picture of Aphrodite.
Susan moaned, “Oh, my head .”
“Well this is an interesting development,” Aphrodite smirked, looking into Artemis’s eyes.
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Katie Bell had decided to stay inside this Hogsmeade weekend. She had a Potions essay she needed to write, and by the gods, she was going to get an O on it, come hell or high water. She couldn’t wait to see stupid Snape’s face when she handed in the best essay he’d seen in a decade, and the best one he’d ever see. Suddenly, she slumped over her parchment, a bit of ink rubbing off onto her nose. In a moment, she sat straight up, Demeter resurfacing.
“Persephone.”
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At a Hogwarts staff meeting, Amelia Bones ran through her feedback over the classes she had overseen so far, when half of the room collapsed into a convulsing heap.
Poppy Pomphrey awoke Hestia.
Severus Snape resurfaced as Hephaestus.
Amelia Bones became Hera.
Mad Eye Moody was reborn into Ares.
Minerva McGonagall watched in horror at her colleagues, wanting to move, wanting to help, but was glued to the spot. And then a wave of understanding came over the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena.
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Voldemort was in the middle of Crucio-ing Peter Pettigrew for being an incompetent fool when he doubled over, screaming in pain as pieces of his soul came back to him, one by one. Across the country, a ring blackened, a diary bled, a diadem burst into flames, a locket melted, a cup curled in upon itself, a snake hissed in agony, and a boy collapsed yet again, in pain, before slowly peeling himself off of the ground, fumbling to find his glasses.
And Voldemort-piece by piece, regained his soul, and became less and less human, yet perhaps more and more human than he had been in years-as the pieces of Zeus clicked into place.
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And in that grove, a newly christened Persephone, once known as Hermione McGonagall, rushed into the reborn Hades’ arms, his platinum hair glowing under the sunlight, as the former Draco Malfoy cradled his crying wife against his chest.
“Oh, little love,” he crooned into her hair, “I promised I would find you, didn’t I?”
After reacquainting herself with her husband-was it really reacquainting if they’d been reborn as different people and still found their way to each other?-Hermione dragged Draco through the village of Hogsmeade, among the curious stares of the students. Hermione raced through the crowds, not caring who or what was in her way, searching, searching.
And then there she was. Hermione tore through the people between her and her mother.
“Mama!” she cried out.
“Persephone!” Katie sobbed, before they fell into a tight embrace, before whispering into her hair, “Hermione.”
“Katie,” Hermione whispered.
Katie pulled away from her daughter and looked over her shoulder at Draco. She arched her brow at him, before turning back to Hermione. “Do you believe in Divination and prophecies now ?”
Hermione grinned, “Only counts if it was made by the Fates. So no.”
“Dammit, little love,” said Draco, smiling fondly at her. “Hermione, do you happen to know how much five hundred drachma is worth in Galleons?”
Hermione threw her head back in laughter, “You bet against my mother ? Draco, darling, you know you’ll always lose. She’s uncannily good at winning bets.”
Katie grinned, “That’s because I only bet on you, and I know you better than anybody else.”
“Gryffindors are rather predictable,” Draco smirked.