Harry the God of War

Thanks to my beta reader, Darkest Melody!

Chapter One- An awakening…

Harry was lying in his bed, deep in thought. Thinking, as he looked at the clock, waiting the moment he would be sixteen. Counting the seconds and thinking.

It was entirely his fault.

Sixteen seconds.

And Dumbledore's.

Fifteen seconds.

He felt slightly better, after Dumbledore had said he felt responsible.

Fourteen.

He didn't blame Dumbledore for not telling him the prophecy.

Thirteen.

How did you tell a thing like that to an eleven year old?

Twelve.

But he still treated him like a child.

Eleven.

It was LeStrange's, and so far Voldemort's fault.

Ten.

Voldemort was responsible for the whole thing.

Nine.

Responsible for his parents.

Eight.

For Sirius.

Seven.

For the Longbottoms.

Six.

For all the innocents he could see every night in his dreams.

Five.

Seeing parents killed in front of their children.

Four.

All because Voldemort.

Three.

Well, it didn't matter, whose fault it was.

Two.

Sirius was gone.

One.

They all were.

Zero.

Then Harry whispered aloud, what he had been hoping for since he had found out he was the Boy-Who-Lived.

And so he was sixteen...

"I wish I could be someone else." He pleaded, and his wish was granted. His body jerked a bit and his green eyes snapped open, unseeing, as the memories flooded back to him, thousands upon thousands of years. War after War, battle after battle, argument after argument with his family, all the many years of his true forms life. And so, Ares the God of War was awakened in a humble little bedroom in the normal suburb of Surry.

Ten minutes earlier in a mountaintop mansion halfway across the world a beautiful young woman sat sitting in front of a huge gold gilt mirror, gazing into its depths with a pensive frown. Aphrodite had been bored, just sitting around her mansion with not much to do, so she had decided to check in on her brother Ares. And she was quite unhappy as she watched her brother drown in self-pity. She should spice things up a little, cheer him up some!.

Her life had been so boring, after her brother had left for this stupid mission of his. She pouted, Well, it wasn't like he had any choice in the matter. Their father, the god of the gods, had ordered him.

The night he had gotten the mission had been shocking, and most entertaining if her opinion counted. First, Ares creates this evil, supposedly because the wizarding world needed another Dark Lord; and then as a punishment he gets ordered by their father to undertake a mission to stop it! Reborn into a semi-mortal body no less. Oh, the irony.

So here she was, lounging by her mirror, thinking. Well, her brother was sure to be embarrassed after this. The Great War god, drowning in self-pity. Well, father didn't exactly say they couldn't take part in the battle, he just advised us not to…

Most gods took it as an order, but she had no need for that. She would just sit on his knee and pout. The old man could never resist her charms, well, not for long anyway. She thought, smiling mischievously and reaching out to touch the now rippling surface of her Mirror.

It was time to get to work.

Back in Surry Harry's eyes blinked once, then again, as his brain rushed to finish processing all the new information that had flooded it. It didn't take long. The newly awakened God's face twisted into an almost dark smirk as he looked up toward the ceiling, towards the heavens…

"Thanks, Dite. It's far past time to spice things up a little," he said with a dangerous glittering in his eyes.

To Be Continued…