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Chapter 1 Well that was Unexpected

Pain still laced through Harry Potter even after the red arc of the cruciatus curse ended. Gathering the last of his energy Harry Potter stood in defiance. His eyes landed on the dark creature that stood before him with its wand still raised and sparking red.

The death eaters shifted in uncertainty the boy should not be able to stand against the Dark Lord's power. His was power absolute and no one stood after his cruciatus. Outrage flickered across Voldemort's reptilian features this was to be his crowning moment and the total destruction of the only enemy that could stop him.

The dark lord looked down at the boy before him. He will crush him. He will have him begging for his death in the end. "Cru.."

"Is that the best you can do Tom?" Harry interrupted with that damnable Potter smirk that Sirius once told would make his enemies shake in rage and the ladies weak in the knees. He would have to thank Sirius for making him practice in the mirror for hours on end this year because it was definitely accomplishing its first task. If he survived this he would have to see if it would accomplish its second task.

If Harry was honest with himself it felt good to ridicule the man who destroyed his life. Maybe he could get away with little more.

"You know us half-bloods have to stick together after all." There were several gasps from their witnesses but Harry ignored it. "Or maybe you are a muggleborn. Who was your mother anyway? I know Riddle was your father's name. Wait you are the supposed heir of Slytherin, right? Who knows she could be some inbred pureblood that potioned an unsuspecting muggle."

Voldemort could not let this continue. This was to be his rebirth, his crowning moment. He wanted to break the boy before him and crush him like insect beneath his heel. But in his rage the now named Tom Riddle did the one thing he promised himself he would not do at least not yet.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Tom roared. The acid green curse caught Harry Potter by surprise. He could not defend himself, there was no time for him to even move. It struck him in the chest. His last thoughts were that maybe he pushed the trash talk a bit too far but for some odd reason his damnable smirk did not falter. Then darkness took him.

Harry was surprised when he opened his eyes, for one, he was still alive at least he supposed he was still alive. Another, he was on a beach more beautiful than any he had seen in pictures and the night's sky was a perfectly painted canvas of stars and moons. It was far more vast than the one he had been born under. The beach came to its end at dense vibrantly green forest filled full of beasts that could easily be heard from where he stood.

Harry tried to adjust his glasses in an attempt to see if it was all real only to realize he was not wearing any. He was no longer wearing his Triwizard tournament robes instead he was wearing an immaculate set of dress robes that were an impossibly dark green color when reflecting the moonlight.

All at once the forest went silent the only sound was the soft lapping of the waves on the beach and even those sounded muted. A nagging in Harry's mind made him turn once more to the ocean. Harry caught the sight of a beautiful woman, no that was a weak description she may have had the parts which Harry certain of because she was not wearing any clothes. Calling her a beautiful woman was like calling the Dursleys Volvo a Ferrari just because they were both cars. Her skin looked enchanted like the ceiling of the Great Hall but instead of the night's sky, it was of the universe. There were stars and planets slowly turning on their axis on her breasts, her stomach changed from the sky into a vast garden of flowers and rainbows that ran down to her feet. Her hands, feet, and face were the only places that were not enchanted which did not make them any less enchanting. Her face was soft and perfect, alight with a smile that a mother would have from looking on at their child. Her hair was a cascading waterfall of blue and white, her fae like ears had flowers strung from them. As she left the water her wings extended one held an enormous tree that gave the feeling that it touched all of creation. The other showed a menagerie of creatures many of which he had never seen before.

"Have your eyes had their fill yet?" Her voice rang out like musical chimes in a soft breeze. There was no accusation in her tone only amusement. Harry had not noticed that she stood only a few feet from him. He turned away in embarrassment a flush of pink shown on his cheeks.

"Now none of that my son. You have nothing to be embarrassed by." Her musical voice only made Harry want to run and hide as his embarrassment reached its peak. The only thing that stopped him was the arms he somehow found himself wrapped in as the woman pulled him flushed against her. Harry stood stiff and rod straight not used to the contact. He tried his best not to flinch away not that would matter against this woman's strength.

"You have lived a hard life while not as hard as some it was harder than most. I have waited long for this moment so please bear with me my son." Harry did not think it was possible for her hug to grow tighter without breaking him but it did.

Harry fought through his dry mouth to ask the question he wanted to since he opened his eyes in this place but unfortunately he blurted something else entirely out. "You're not my mother. She's dead."

Harry swallowed hard. What the hell was he thinking? He was going to get himself killed for the second time tonight. But contrary to his he thoughts he heard her giggle. "You are not wrong I am not Lily J. Potter but you certainly not right."

Her voice was so enticing he could not help but to return her hug. The sigh of relief that came from her only reaffirmed his decision as he found himself nuzzling closer into the crook of her neck.

"Then, who are you?" Harry's voice registered as just barely a whisper to even his own ears but there was an undeniable tinge of hope to his words.

The woman looked down into Harry's eyes and brought her hand up to caress his cheek. "I am your mother silly. Who else could I be?"

She giggled at the flash of annoyance that crossed Harry's face. "Sorry, sorry," she said in between the laughter. If Harry was honest with himself he would not mind being made fun if he could continue to hear her laughter.

"Tut tut. I only said that because you were expecting some confusing and cryptic answer but in reality, I am a pretty straight forward Goddess."

"You're saying I am the son of a goddess? You can't be serious."

"That is Goddess with a capital G sweetie. You were born the son of mortals but you were always meant to be my Champion. My other Son and Daughter used their Champions to hide you from me. They never liked me messing with their games because I always win and they do their best to keep me from my creations. I never cared for their games but having a Champion gives me a window to view my creations from my realm."

The Goddess smiled sweetly at Harry before she spoke again. "My Son, Death, and my Daughter, Fate, bounded you so tightly to them it blinded me to you. Fate conspired with Death to tie you to a prophecy with Death's Champion. While Fate's Champion took it further by hiding your parents so I could not feel your birth because no matter how tight they bind you I would still feel the birth of my Champion. By the time I found you it was too late Fate had you bound so absolutely my favor could no longer be bestowed upon you. But you, my bright and beautiful son in one single moment broke your binding to Fate and Death so thoroughly you can no longer be touched by either. In fact, now you are a complete blind spot to them. Oh, they will know you are there but you will live completely outside of their power. Death cannot hold you and Fate cannot weave you into her stories any longer."

There was a considerable amount of glee in the Goddess's voice as she went on. It was a bit disconcerting to Harry but he let her continue her story feeling any interruption at the moment would not be welcomed. "Oh, they had it all worked out together. They wanted to steal you from me absolutely. You see in three years time almost to the day you were supposed to be hit with that killing curse and through some convoluted scheme, you were to rise up to kill Death's Champion. While at the same time completing Fate's prophecy making you her Champion as well. Now do not get me wrong this would have made you powerful probably the most powerful Wizard in history. But who wants to be a Wizard when you can be my son!"

"You still did not explain how I became your son. How am I supposed to believe any this anyway?"

"Well you are here aren't you? Is that not proof enough?" She raised her perfectly manicured eyebrow at him. "As for how you became my Son it happened after you got that silly man Tom Riddle to break your fate and prophecy by hitting you with that killing curse prematurely. Like I said earlier you were not supposed to eat that killing curse for another three years. It also removed where you were touched by Death."

"Touched by Death?" Harry mumbled dumbly.

"Oh yes when you survived Tom Riddle the first time he turned you into a phylactery." Seeing Harry's lost and confused expression she could not help but giggle at how cute he looked. "A part of his soul latched onto you due to a botched ritual. You are welcome by the way you survived because of me. I sent your mother the inspiration that gave you this." The Goddess said as she traced the scare on his forehead.

"You should not be ashamed of it because despite what people believe it is not from Tom Riddle it is, in fact, a gift from your mothers. Stupid wizards how could they mistake the Sowilo rune for a measly cursed scar. With this rune, your victory over Voldemort was always assured."

"Err thank you. But you still haven't told me how you became my mother."

"Oh forgive me I am still so excited to meet my new Son. Where was I, oh you were hit by the killing curse and you are dead but Death no longer has a hold on you. You have landed in my realm where I have given you a new life becoming my second Son and between you and me you are probably my favorite son. You are now far beyond my Champion and far beyond being a Wizard."

"I don't know what to say. How? I still feel human and mortal."

"You do not have to say anything it is already done. And by all accounts, you are still human because unlike Death and Fate when I gift power I still want you to earn it. Though like I said you are far beyond a Champion. Champions still have limits due to their mortal trappings. You, on the other hand have no limit to how powerful you can become. Before you ask me what the gift is I will not tell you I want it to be a surprise. But I will tell you this my gifts have always centered around the arts. As the Goddess of creation, I have always loved human creation so nothing gives me more joy than to see others create something. Some of my Champions powers have centered around arts of that time period such as painting, sculpting, literature or music. So keep that in mind and do not forget you are not a Champion you are my Son. I went all out this time."

Harry was stunned by each and every revelation his new mother had given him. One question still came to mind through all the haze. "Does this mean I cannot die?"

"No." She spoke sharply at the question. "As you are now you can easily die. Like you noticed you are still very much human and mortal. Fate and Death will try their best to remove you from their game. But if you do die you will return to me in my realm. There are towns and people here who have broken free of Death's hold. Eventually, this may not be the case as you grow in power. If you do wind up here early I could possibly send you back but you may not wake up where and when you want to. I also may not let you go. You are almost too cute to let you go now." She teased.

"Now let me get a good look at you." She said as she pulled away from Harry. It was probably the longest hug Harry had ever experienced and he immediately missed their closeness.

"Next time I see you I expect to see some meat on you. You are definitely cute but you need to fill out if you want to be as handsome as I know you can be."

"T..Thanks m..mum." Harry looked away missing the megawatt smile that graced the Goddess's face.

"Now what's this I hear about you falling behind on your studies." Her features turned stern as Harry was now embarrassed for a whole different reason. "I know you want to hang out with your friends but I expect more from you. If they want terrible grades that is their problem. You are my Son I expect your best. Do you understand?"

"Y..yes"

"What was that I did not hear you. Do you understand?"

"Yes mum I understand." Harry answer with confidence this time. There was an undeniable feeling joy that sprung from his chest when he answered. This what it feels like to have a parent that truly cared about you.

"Good. Now baby, you are going to return soon. The mortals will not understand what has happened to their minds it will look like you dove out of the way of the curse. Your wand will be laying next to you on the ground. Do your best to flee the scene as soon as possible. They will be slightly confused so use that to your advantage. And due to being reborn you will not really be thinking clearly. Your gift will show itself after your first full night of sleep. There is another thing I need to apologize for your wand will no longer work for you when your power manifests. I am sorry your wand has a Phoenix feather as they are creatures tightly tied to fate it will reject you. We will get you a new one this summer."

Before Harry could respond the Goddess grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Also stay out of Gringotts until you have grown in power. Goblins are vile beast who only know how to take and take. More will be explained later but for now, you must swear this to me." She said with conviction and not just a tiny bit of hatred.

"Alright, I swear not to enter Gringotts but how will I get money? And I thought I could not leave if I come back here."

She gave his concerns a nonchalant wave. "I am sure you can find a loyal third party to retrieve your money for you. As for coming back to my realm, you will be summoned that much different from dying. I can also create instances where our two realms merge together so it might not even be a full summons. Another thing since you carry my presence in your world there are dark places that have been left to fester and I will need your help to resolve them. They will be difficult to accomplish but it will only help you get stronger but I have a feeling you will meet two companions who will help you with this task. Now one last question our time is almost up."

Harry did something very uncharacteristic of himself as he asks his final question. He reached out and brought her into a tight hug. "Mum, what is your name?"

"My name is Gaea, baby. And do not worry we will be speaking to each other again very soon. I love you."

"I love you too, Mum." Harry felt a pull from his navel like a portkey but less turbulent.

Before Harry even opened his eyes he heard the shouts of confusion and Tom Riddle screaming in pain. He grasped his phoenix wand and leaped towards Cedric while summoning the cup.

Harry landed with a thud on what once was the Quidditch pitch in front of the stands of spectators. Harry in his daze stood up leaving behind Cedric's body. There were screams but Harry could not focus on them. His mind was a whirl it all seemed so simple in his mother's realm but here and now he was a mass of confusion.

He heard Dumbledore ask him what happened but he ignored him. Dumbledore did not seem to mind as he ran past him towards the body. He felt someone grab him but he shrugged him off with strength he did not know he had left in him. He was just so tired and confused.

"Potter this is not where you want to be, come with me!" It was only now that he realized it was Professor Moody who grabbed him. "Potter where are you going. Come with me now!" Professor Moody reached for him again only to be interrupted.

"Alastor let him go can't you see the poor boy is in shock. He needs my help and possibly a calming draft." It was Madam Pomfrey who gently pulled Harry away from the professor.

Anger lit Professor Moody's face. "No one escapes the Dark Lord! AVADA-" But before he could complete the curse the Headmaster's stunner slammed into the side of the professor. The spectators screamed and ran at the sudden burst of violence.

"Quiet!" The Headmaster shout amplified by spell broke through the chaos. "We have everything under control."

Dumbledore turned to Madam Pomfrey his wand no longer at his throat. "Madam please take Mr. Potter to the Hospital wing. I will handle everything else."

Harry let himself be dragged to the infirmary he had not even registered he was there until he was in his familiar hospital bed.

"I am very tired of seeing you in that bed but I am glad you returned to us. We knew something was wrong when the portkey triggered but you did not show up. Drink this up I am sure you will have many visitors in the morning for full details of the event. A full night's sleep is the least I can do to buy you some time before the vulture's swarm. I am glad to have you back Mr. Potter. Goodnight." Harry mumbled a thank you before chugging the foul concoction and closing his eyes.