A Little Help from the Gods

Disclaimer- This is either owned by JKR or by whoever owns Battlestar Galactica now.

"Lieutenant, maybe it's time for the Arrow now?" Roslin asks Starbuck.

At least they are doing this the right way. They will need help, maybe not to get in to the tomb, and maybe not to find earth. They will need help to get to Earth. I think I will ask Persephone for one of her chosen, she wants to reunite with her husband as much as I wish to with my brother.

Starbuck just waves the arrow in front of the door, not believing that having gone through everything that she did, that the arrow won't even open the fracking door! Mumbling into the air, "They couldn't think of leaving an instruction manual with this thing could they?"

Persephone, we need your help. With the release of Athena, we come closer to reuniting, but the tribes will need help to survive. We need one of your chosen, one who wields the power of the Gods, one who would be strong enough to survive the blessing of 13 of the Lords of Kobol. Do we have your help, yea or nay?

Zeus, I say…yea. I have the choice already made; your help will arrive when they activate the tomb. I have an ulterior motive for this; I hope that in helping the twelve, they can help him in return.

He will have it, so say we all.

So say we all.

On Earth life is not as hard, but not easy either. This is in particular in the country of Great Britain, the region known as Wales. There is a particular house in Godric's Hollow where a teenager lives; a 19 year old wizard to be exact. He stays sitting in front of the fire holding his bottle of whiskey and taking a sip while remembering all those who he has lost. Grimacing every time he remembers those words that were told to him only a few years back; how he is special, how he has a destiny, one to kill or be killed. He was chosen for a purpose, and little did he know his purpose was only starting once more. As his eyes closed, he only had one thought before sliding into oblivion, 'Why the hell is my name Harry Potter?'

"Helo, Lee, push on the door, you could open it that way."

Persephone? They are getting closer into opening the door. Soon it will be too late for us to interfere.

Do not worry so, I have my chosen, he will be made available when he is needed, if he chooses to go.

And will he?

He is…stubborn. But he will choose to do so in the end. Write your message; help will arrive in one whose home you wish to go. But his help will be needed, not to find, but to survive. So say we all.

So say we all.

"Well, that got it open. All we needed was some strong young thing to do it for us."

"Cute Starbuck, real cute." Lee scoffs.

Commander Adama just rolls his eyes, used to bickering between the two. Turning to the Chief, "Guard them until we get back. Then we'll head back."

"Yes Sir."

Turning back to the five going in, Adama can only look and Roslin, and gesture her in. "Ladies first."

With that, all five walk into the tomb, Apollo and Starbuck raising their pistols checking to make sure the room is secure. Followed in by Billy, Adama, and Roslin they look around and only seeing broken statues. Recognizing the statues as them representing the twelve tribes, only Apollo notices something strange written into the wall.

"Ah, sirs, you may want to take a look at this. 'Help will arrive in one whose home you wish to go. But his help will be needed, not to find, but to survive. So say we all.' I don't remember this from any scripter's."

"You wouldn't Apollo, you never read them all anyway. But I have, and I don't remember this anywhere either." Starbuck adds, bewildered that there couldn't be that much missing from scriptures.

Adama just nods, knowing that Starbuck is right, his son wouldn't read scriptures if his life depended on it. Strangely enough, now they do. Looking around he notices a statue for Sagittarion, noticing one vital missing accruement. Nudging Roslin in the arm, he points to the statue, only raising an eyebrow, hoping that she gets what he sees.

"The archer, only missing one thing, an arrow. Starbuck!"

Turning her head quickly, and once she sees exactly what they are talking about, can only smile knowing exactly what she has to do. Quickly taking the arrow from her case walks to the statue, and puts the arrow back into place reverently. Quicker then anybody can react, the door shuts with a despairing boom, and all the lights go out.

"Where the hell am I?" Harry could only look around from the ground in confusion, getting onto his knees only finding himself in tall grass surrounded by 12 pillars with the constellations on them. There seemed to be two spots next to each other where pillars should go, but they were missing. And in between blinks, stood a woman, wearing a white toga with a black rope tied around her.

"Good evening Harry, I ask you not to talk right now, I have much to tell you, and very short amount of time to do it in. Nod your head if you understand."

He can only close his mouth and nod his head dumbly, amazed at this persons audacity.

"Good, I will give a quick overview of what is going on. Thousands of years ago, human kind lived on a world known as Kobol. It was not so much where your kind originated, but it was where you lived for many years, especially the magic users. After a time, the thirteenth tribe, your kind, left Kobol and came back to Earth. I came with you as my husband directed me. He wished me to look after his tribe while he tried to correct what went wrong. Eventually, the other 12 tribes left Kobol and settling on other worlds. They had a civilization of 20 billion people. Sometime ago a group of their machines revolted, and killed many people. They held a peace for many years, until a few weeks ago when they attacked the worlds with nuclear weapons. About 48,000 people are left. That is not all, the machines, known as Cylons are following them. They are coming to Earth. I am asking you to go and help them. Not to guide, but to help them survive. Now, do you have any questions?"

Harry could only blink, thought about it for about a minute, and only had one question really. "Why me, why always me?"

"I choose you because you are who you are. I said choose, because I am leaving this to be your choice. I know what you have gone through here, in your war. And I am asking you to be in another. But, you will not be a leader, or a figurehead, unless you choose to be. You can go and stay in a bunk. But I know you; you are one of the Gods chosen. You can not stand by and let people die. And you know nothing is left on Earth for you anymore. This is a chance for you to make a new life. Time is short, what say you, yea or nay?"

Harry could only bow his head, thinking of his options, thinking what was left for him on Earth, and could only think of a bottle. With that decision in mind, he lifted his eyes to the goddess, and said, "If I say yes, will you tell me who you are?"

"Me, you wish to know who I am. I am called Persephone. Is that all you wish?" With a nod of his head signaling his intent, she spoke to the others.

He says yes. I believe the others will wish to meet him.

You are correct. We are coming.

With a flash of lightning and the feeling heat of flames, twelve more stood in front of Harry.

Ares in front of the Ram, Dionysus in front of Taurus, Artemis in front of Gemini, Hermes in front of Cancer, Hera before Leo, Athena with Virgo, Demeter before Libra, Hephaestus before Scorpio, Apollo before Sagittarius, Zeus before Capricorn, Poseidon before Aquarius, and Aphrodite before Pisces.

Harry could only gape the icons before him, and grasping for breath that the power that they held as it pressed in on him. All thirteen looked at him, gazing into his soul, and Harry could only believe that they found him wanting. All stood in silence until Zeus spoke, his voice sounding like thunder from the Heavens.

"Harry Potter, I have asked Persephone for one of her chosen, and she has chosen you. I believe she has chosen well," with that, Harry let lose with the breath he was holding, in fear he would be rejected. "I now ask you, do you wish to take this burden up? To protect this fleet until it can arrive at Earth, can I ask you that?"

Finally standing up from his position on the ground, a little bit of the defiance that has marked his life back into his posture. Saying the only thing that popped into his head, "They will get here or may my ashes be spread to the farthest corners of the galaxy and forgotten."

Zeus, impressed by the oath, looks at the others. And seeing their nods, took a book from inside his toga, and he says one last thing. "With the acceptance of the others, I give onto you my blessing and the blessing of those who stand with me. I give you this book, explaining many things, especially magic that you will be able to use. I hope you find the peace you are looking for among this new group. Your new family. So say we all."

"So say we all."

"Where the frack are we?" Lee yells out, "I thought we were in the tomb."

"I think that was just the lobby." Starbuck replies.

With that the five of them look around. Wondering what happened. One minute they were inside a rock tomb, and the next they were out of a field of grass looking at the stars. Looking around, and seeing the markings of the constellations, Roslin makes the comment that these were the old signs of the colonies. And that sparks one line of scripture that Starbuck has always remembered.

"And they looked up at the sky and they could see their twelve brothers. Don't you get it? This is Earth, we are on Earth." Basking in the silence that created, they stood in the group for a minute until it was broken.

"Yes, you are on Earth, do you want a medal?"

And with that, all hell broke lose.

'You know, Hermione always said my mouth was going to get me into something that I couldn't blow up.' All of this was in his head as bullets crashed into the pillar he was hiding, no, finding cover behind. 'Maybe I should have introduced myself first, that might have helped some.' "Hey, maybe you could stop shooting now? Maybe? Perhaps? Cease fire, I repeat, cease fire."

Hearing the person, Roslin decided that it couldn't hurt to hear him out. They could always shoot him later. "Commander, tell them to stop shooting. We need to hear what he has to say."

Adama could understand where Roslin was coming from, but not wanting to take the risk of getting shot again let the command go for so a few more shots could be fired at the person. "Apollo, Starbuck, cease fire. Young man, we've stopped firing. Come on out, slowly, with your hands up in the air. If not, we will resume firing."

Harry knew that was going to be the best deal he would get. With a heavy sigh, he slowly started putting his hands out behind the pillar, book with them. "I'm coming out."

As he started walking out, he noticed five people staring at him, and three weapons pointing at him. "The weapons aren't really necessary. If I was a threat to you, you would be dead already."

"That's really not letting us want to trust you, you realize that."

"Well, I'm just saying, I could have attacked when you were all gazing at the stars, but I didn't."

"Humph, I don't even see a weapon, how could you have attacked us, throw your book at us?" Lee started joking.

"Easy, like this." And with a wave of his hand, all 3 weapons flew towards him. He felt extremely rewarded when this Lee's face just dropped in shock. "Just because you don't know what I can do, don't assume that I can't do anything. I don't know about you, but I think that you have what you need, so let's go, and I can explain later."

Starbuck just smirked, "Yea, let us get back to our pet toaster."

Tyrol was getting very worried. Here he was guarding two people and a copy of his former Cylon lover, and the tomb door slammed shut locking some very important people away. As he was just started thinking about panicking, the tomb opened letting the Commander, Roslin, Apollo, Starbuck, Billy, and… who the frack is that out of the tomb. Five went in and six came out. "Ah, Commander. I hate to ask this, but how did five people go in and six come out? Because I can only think of one way of that happening, and that's really disturbing."

"Chief, you know what, sometimes, you're better off not knowing. As for whom this is, well…"

"My name happens to be Harry Potter. Not to sound too important, but the Gods sent me. So, which one of you happens to be a toaster I heard about?"

With that, most of the group looked at each other with confusion, not knowing what he was up to. Sharon started to raise her hand, and was starting to think that maybe she should object to being called a toaster.

As soon as Harry saw the hand, he knew what he had to do. Something he promised himself that he must do if encountered a situation something like this. He walked over to her, and took the hand that she was still had raised in the air, and kissed the back of it. "Well, miss, I must say, you are the prettiest toaster I have ever seen." Sharon could only start to blush with that. "But since I don't even know your name, I shall call you Toaster One, how does that sound?"

Sharon could only shake her head at hearing this. Everybody else seemed extremely bemused at the situation, and no help was coming from Helo, he only was starting to get angry. "Umm, I am actually the 8th model, or I guess you could call me Sharon?"

"Sharon, that sounds much better then Toaster 8. So I think I will call you Sharon. Now, since I only know Sharon here," waving a hand in her direction, "I would like to know who everybody else is, if you don't mind at all."

Roslin understood exactly what he wanted, not so much the names, but who was it that was shooting at him earlier, it is only polite to know. "I am President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, this is Commander William Adama, behind him is Lieutenant Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace, and next to her is Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama. Next to me is my aide Billy. You know Sharon there; next to her is Lieutenant Karl 'Helo' Agathon. Chief Tyrol is over there and Tom Zarack is standing way over there with the leather jacket. Maybe you can introduce yourself, and explain what exactly you were doing in the tomb, and how you pulled the guns away from us?"

Taking a few deep breaths, Harry launched his lengthy introduction. "As you may know, my name is Harry Potter, and I was in the tomb because I choose to be. Well, not exactly choose, I was sent there. You could say I'm a gift from the Gods. I was able to do that because I can do magic. Maybe I can explain it to you all one day. Maybe in the comfort of your ship with food and everything. If that is all acceptable?"

Before anyone else could respond, loud cracks of machine guns went off. Clouds of dirt sprung into the air, and Centurions could be seen. Nobody knew who said it, but it was loud, and it was clear. "Run. Run for your fracking lives and meet up at the raptors."

"At the risk of sounding like a child, but, are we there yet?"

Roslin could only shake her head, an adult sounding like a tired three year old. It couldn't get much worse than that. As her group of Harry, Starbuck, Zarack, Helo, Sharon, Billy, and herself was coming up to the clearing holding the Raptors, it became clear that it could get worse. Starbuck on point came back to update her on the situation. "We have 10 cylons in the clearing with the Raptors. I could see the Commander, Lee, and it looks like their pilot on the other edge of the clearing. I'm not sure if we can take that many out."

Harry couldn't help but to overhear, and this might make a good example of exactly what he could do. He opened the book, hoping to find the spell that he saw earlier and he could only smile when he saw it. "Starbuck, you said there were ten right? I have an idea on how we could get rid of them, and you won't have to do a thing."

With that, he got up from where they all lied and started walking into the clearing. He started chanting low enough that nobody could overhear what he was saying, and as his chanting go longer, the clouds got darker. The clouds kept getting darker, until one of the centurions saw him standing in the open. Switching to his finger blades, the centurion started to march to where that human was standing. He never took three steps. With the chant finally done, Harry swung his finger at each Cylon, and with a roar of thunder, a lightning bolt came down on each cylon. Striking them with enough force to blown backwards and out of commission. Harry could only slump to the ground. He felt someone taking his arm and putting it across his shoulder, now knowing that they were going to take him with them, he could properly pass out.

Only the strange feeling of a Faster-Than-Light jump woke him up. Making his way upfront where the Commander and the President was he saw his first view of the fleet.

"Raptor 2315, Galactica, mission successful?"

Looking at the others in the cockpit, Adama took the mike and spoke. "Galactica, this is Galactica Actual, mission successful, arrange for CAP to fly us in, and a med team to meat us on the hanger deck. Out."

Harry could only watch amazed as a flight of four lights came close enough to realize that they were fighters. He watched as much as he could until his curiosity could take no more. "Ah, commander, what are those?"

"Those, Mr. Potter, are Vipers. Our star fighters."

"Oh… can I get one?"

At this, Adama could only smirk at Roslin, "We'll see Mr. Potter, we'll see."

Author Notes-Alright, this is my first fan fiction that I have ever wrote. And the bunny was what if the Gods decided Galactica needed more help. Tell me what you thought, besides "it fracking blows."