Disclaimer: I do not own the Odyssey, the Iliad, or the Harry Potter
series. The only characters I own are those you don't recognize!! He he
he! I own the runaway gnome that Crookshanks eats! Yay!! I own a gnome!
Ugly little buggers, aren't they? Oww! Bloody thing bit my hand!
Summary: This story is a description of when Harry, Ron, and Hermione are sent back in time, meet some unexpected friends, and even fight in a major war! Harry-OC, Ron-OC, Hermione-OC. Harry and Ron will be changing names to ones that fit better in with society in the day and age they are sent back to. Harry=Actaeon, Ron=Tithonus, Hermione=Hermione. Okay, Ancient Greece, here we come!
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Harry Potter was tapping a pencil against the side of his bed, when a huge owl soared in. He caught the bird, and removed its letter.
Dear Harry,
I hope you are well. I will be going to Greece this summer! Ron's coming, and I was wondering if you'd like to come. Send a reply with Goldeneyes, please! If you would like to come with us, Charley or Bill will Floo over to your place, and get you. Dumbledore says its fine.
Love always,
Hermione
'So, you must be Goldeneyes, are you?' Harry asked the oversized owl. The young wizard scribbled a reply, saying he would love to come, and sent Goldeneyes out the window. He then began packing a trunk to take to Greece with him.
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The next day, he stayed in his room, until six in the evening. At that time, Dudley was watching the television, when the fireplace came to live with brilliant emerald flames. Dudley screamed, but couldn't get off the couch because of his immense size. Charley Weasly stepped out of the flames, brushed himself off, and, ignoring Dudley's squawks, went upstairs. Mr. Dursley came into the room with a shotgun, and, when he aimed it at Charley and fired, the wizard conjured a gold and scarlet shield. Harry approached the second eldest Weasly brother, and Charley asked if he was ready to go.
'Yes, I am. I only need some help with my trunk.'
'Okay. I'll help you as soon as these mad relatives of yours stop launching things at me!' Charley deflected a bullet with his shield, creating a large hole in the ceiling. Charley then Stunned Mr. Dursley, and Mrs. Dursley rushed him. 'Stupefy! Stupefy!' There was a resounding bang as Dudley's oversized frame hit the floor. 'Shall we go?' Charley asked, heading upstairs. He returned with Harry's trunk, and threw some Floo powder on the flames. Harry stepped in, and Charley shrank the trunk. 'Here. Take it with you.' Harry pocketed the shrunken trunk and his glasses, before closing his eyes and shouting: 'The Burrow!' before he was whisked from view.
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When he stumbled from the fireplace at the Weasley's home, the first thing he noticed was that his name and Hermione's had been added to the Weasly clock. They both said 'Home' at the present, so Harry figured that 'Home' meant the Weasly household.
'Harry!' Hermione cried. She ran up to him, giving him a great hug. 'You made it!' She then seemed embarrassed by her show of emotion, and blushed.
'So, what's with Greece?' he asked.
'Well, were going to Ithaca first, then to Sparta. After that, who knows? We'll probably just be wandering about for the remainder of the three and a half weeks spent there. It's such an interesting place, with all of the ancient sorcerers and sorceresses, such as Circe, that I couldn't pass the chance up. Were going tomorrow morning, at seven, our time, and end there at nine, their time. We're Portkeying to a small alleyway in Ithaca, and it is very near the presumed house of Odysseus!'
'Oh what? What's that?'
'Who, you mean! He was in the war with Troy; he got lost, and took ten years to get home! His wife, Penelope, was extremely faithful, and attempted to turn away all of her suitors, until Odysseus showed up and shot them all with Telemachus, his son.'
'Okay. Where did you learn all of this?'
'Honestly, Harry! Don't you read? From the Odyssey!'
'Okay, okay! What are we doing until then?'
'Ron's de-gnoming the garden, with Crookshank's help, so—' She was cut off as a bandy-legged ginger colored cat raced after what looked like a stubby potato with legs. The gnome giggled and jumped into one of Mrs. Weasley's bowls, and Crookshanks caught him.
'Well, that's one less gnome to worry about and one less meal for Crookshanks,' Harry observed.
'Yup. Well, why don't we get you working on your homework? That Potions essay has to be difficult, and I hope I didn't offend Professor Snape by giving an extra roll of parchment...'
'Knowing him, he'll mark you down for it.'
'I suppose you're right, Harry. Well, come over here so that I can help you with it.' Hermione indicated the kitchen table. Ginny was sitting at the table, working studiously on her Divination essay, making comments such as: 'Oh, now that would be neat... Yah, I'll say that because of the fact that Saturn is in the Fifth House, I'll have my friends grow thirty years in four weeks!'
'Me, grow thirty years in four weeks?' Harry asked, confused.
'Firenze or Trelawney. Probably Trelawney.'
'Okay. What else has she "predicted"?'
'That we would be gone for longer than we think on the Grecian excursion. I personally think it's a load of rubbish, but...'
'Okay. So, we are in for this Grecian trip, and Gin says that we're going to be gone longer than we think. Well. We might as well make up some excuses now for missing the Portkey date.'
'Indeed.'
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'Have a safe trip, you three!' Mrs. Weasley said in a very motherly fashion. She pulled them into a tight hug, and handed them an old, worn Grecian sword from the time of Achilles. 'Oh, dear!' she cried, as a brown, sparkling dust scattered all over them. Then, they felt the familiar tug about the navel, and were gone.
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Dum dum dum! Aren't I cruel? A cliff hanger! Wow! I was actually able to write one! How very ingenious of me! Not half as ingenious as someone Harry, Ron, and Hermione will later meet, but close! Oh, what the hell. Far as anything, not close in the least bit. Happy, dears?
Well, please review. I can't stand not having reviews! Bursts into sobs. But I'm warning you, if you Flame me, I'll send the Flames straight to the Balrog of Morgoth!! Blink, blink Woops. Wrong story! Estelgaladwen, get a leash on that flaming overgrown insect pet of yours, and keep him from trying to flame the city before its due time! Achilles and the Myrmidons, not to mention Odysseus and Agamemnon and Menelaus, will be there at an opportune time to kill the Trojans! Not your gods cursed flaming bug! Sighs, and reverts to normal Celebwen mode. Sorry about that. Anyways, please review!
Summary: This story is a description of when Harry, Ron, and Hermione are sent back in time, meet some unexpected friends, and even fight in a major war! Harry-OC, Ron-OC, Hermione-OC. Harry and Ron will be changing names to ones that fit better in with society in the day and age they are sent back to. Harry=Actaeon, Ron=Tithonus, Hermione=Hermione. Okay, Ancient Greece, here we come!
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Harry Potter was tapping a pencil against the side of his bed, when a huge owl soared in. He caught the bird, and removed its letter.
Dear Harry,
I hope you are well. I will be going to Greece this summer! Ron's coming, and I was wondering if you'd like to come. Send a reply with Goldeneyes, please! If you would like to come with us, Charley or Bill will Floo over to your place, and get you. Dumbledore says its fine.
Love always,
Hermione
'So, you must be Goldeneyes, are you?' Harry asked the oversized owl. The young wizard scribbled a reply, saying he would love to come, and sent Goldeneyes out the window. He then began packing a trunk to take to Greece with him.
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The next day, he stayed in his room, until six in the evening. At that time, Dudley was watching the television, when the fireplace came to live with brilliant emerald flames. Dudley screamed, but couldn't get off the couch because of his immense size. Charley Weasly stepped out of the flames, brushed himself off, and, ignoring Dudley's squawks, went upstairs. Mr. Dursley came into the room with a shotgun, and, when he aimed it at Charley and fired, the wizard conjured a gold and scarlet shield. Harry approached the second eldest Weasly brother, and Charley asked if he was ready to go.
'Yes, I am. I only need some help with my trunk.'
'Okay. I'll help you as soon as these mad relatives of yours stop launching things at me!' Charley deflected a bullet with his shield, creating a large hole in the ceiling. Charley then Stunned Mr. Dursley, and Mrs. Dursley rushed him. 'Stupefy! Stupefy!' There was a resounding bang as Dudley's oversized frame hit the floor. 'Shall we go?' Charley asked, heading upstairs. He returned with Harry's trunk, and threw some Floo powder on the flames. Harry stepped in, and Charley shrank the trunk. 'Here. Take it with you.' Harry pocketed the shrunken trunk and his glasses, before closing his eyes and shouting: 'The Burrow!' before he was whisked from view.
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When he stumbled from the fireplace at the Weasley's home, the first thing he noticed was that his name and Hermione's had been added to the Weasly clock. They both said 'Home' at the present, so Harry figured that 'Home' meant the Weasly household.
'Harry!' Hermione cried. She ran up to him, giving him a great hug. 'You made it!' She then seemed embarrassed by her show of emotion, and blushed.
'So, what's with Greece?' he asked.
'Well, were going to Ithaca first, then to Sparta. After that, who knows? We'll probably just be wandering about for the remainder of the three and a half weeks spent there. It's such an interesting place, with all of the ancient sorcerers and sorceresses, such as Circe, that I couldn't pass the chance up. Were going tomorrow morning, at seven, our time, and end there at nine, their time. We're Portkeying to a small alleyway in Ithaca, and it is very near the presumed house of Odysseus!'
'Oh what? What's that?'
'Who, you mean! He was in the war with Troy; he got lost, and took ten years to get home! His wife, Penelope, was extremely faithful, and attempted to turn away all of her suitors, until Odysseus showed up and shot them all with Telemachus, his son.'
'Okay. Where did you learn all of this?'
'Honestly, Harry! Don't you read? From the Odyssey!'
'Okay, okay! What are we doing until then?'
'Ron's de-gnoming the garden, with Crookshank's help, so—' She was cut off as a bandy-legged ginger colored cat raced after what looked like a stubby potato with legs. The gnome giggled and jumped into one of Mrs. Weasley's bowls, and Crookshanks caught him.
'Well, that's one less gnome to worry about and one less meal for Crookshanks,' Harry observed.
'Yup. Well, why don't we get you working on your homework? That Potions essay has to be difficult, and I hope I didn't offend Professor Snape by giving an extra roll of parchment...'
'Knowing him, he'll mark you down for it.'
'I suppose you're right, Harry. Well, come over here so that I can help you with it.' Hermione indicated the kitchen table. Ginny was sitting at the table, working studiously on her Divination essay, making comments such as: 'Oh, now that would be neat... Yah, I'll say that because of the fact that Saturn is in the Fifth House, I'll have my friends grow thirty years in four weeks!'
'Me, grow thirty years in four weeks?' Harry asked, confused.
'Firenze or Trelawney. Probably Trelawney.'
'Okay. What else has she "predicted"?'
'That we would be gone for longer than we think on the Grecian excursion. I personally think it's a load of rubbish, but...'
'Okay. So, we are in for this Grecian trip, and Gin says that we're going to be gone longer than we think. Well. We might as well make up some excuses now for missing the Portkey date.'
'Indeed.'
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'Have a safe trip, you three!' Mrs. Weasley said in a very motherly fashion. She pulled them into a tight hug, and handed them an old, worn Grecian sword from the time of Achilles. 'Oh, dear!' she cried, as a brown, sparkling dust scattered all over them. Then, they felt the familiar tug about the navel, and were gone.
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Dum dum dum! Aren't I cruel? A cliff hanger! Wow! I was actually able to write one! How very ingenious of me! Not half as ingenious as someone Harry, Ron, and Hermione will later meet, but close! Oh, what the hell. Far as anything, not close in the least bit. Happy, dears?
Well, please review. I can't stand not having reviews! Bursts into sobs. But I'm warning you, if you Flame me, I'll send the Flames straight to the Balrog of Morgoth!! Blink, blink Woops. Wrong story! Estelgaladwen, get a leash on that flaming overgrown insect pet of yours, and keep him from trying to flame the city before its due time! Achilles and the Myrmidons, not to mention Odysseus and Agamemnon and Menelaus, will be there at an opportune time to kill the Trojans! Not your gods cursed flaming bug! Sighs, and reverts to normal Celebwen mode. Sorry about that. Anyways, please review!