The sky shimmered with unnatural twilight.
It wasn't night—but the sun had fled. Overhead, constellations twisted in patterns unknown to any astronomer, as if time itself was warping around the battlefield.
Harry stood among the ruins of the once-grand Falcari Estate, heart pounding, breath shallow. Dust and magic tingled in the air, and the force of the shockwaves nearly buckled his knees.
Twenty-five feet tall and radiating power like a collapsing star, Crius, the Titan of Heavenly Order, stood in the center of devastation. His skin was carved stone, glowing with constellations. His voice could crumble mountains.
Before him, three goddesses—Athena, Artemis, and Aphrodite—had transformed into radiant avatars of war.
Each of them had grown to nearly fifteen feet tall, their divine forms towering and radiant. Athena, gleaming in celestial bronze, wielded her spear and shield like thunder itself. Artemis danced across the battlefield, twin silver blades slicing streaks of moonlight in the air. Aphrodite—no longer the demure goddess of love, but a vengeful force cloaked in shimmering white fire—unleashed chains of beauty and agony that lashed the Titan's limbs.
And yet—it wasn't enough.
Harry watched, helpless, from the fractured edge of a shattered courtyard wall. Every step Crius took sent ripples through the ground. Every sweep of his massive arm knocked trees from their roots and split the earth.
His magic—overwhelming, ancient, alien—disrupted the ley lines around them. Wards shattered. Spells warped. Enchantments bent like glass under pressure.
Harry gritted his teeth.
He wanted to fight.
But what could he do?
He looked down at his body. His magic was strong, but even the most powerful spells he knew wouldn't pierce the Titan's starlit armor. And he couldn't fly, couldn't match their height, couldn't aim properly without risking the goddesses.
"I'm useless," he muttered, his hand tightening around his wand. "I can't even reach him…"
A massive shockwave burst outward as Crius slammed his fist into the ground. Aphrodite was flung backward, crashing into the remains of a fountain and sending marble shards skyward.
"Aphrodite!" Harry called, taking a step forward instinctively—but he stopped himself. Another tremor quaked the earth as Artemis hurled a volley of silver arrows that exploded like comets on Crius's shoulder. He barely flinched.
Athena landed near Harry, crouched from a blast, then rose with divine fury in her eyes.
"Stay back!" she shouted to him, her voice echoing unnaturally. "You're too small! His strength will crush you without even touching you!"
"I can't just stand here!" Harry yelled back.
"You must! You're weak!"
"I'm not weak," he muttered.
He clutched the edge of his jacket and reached into his inner pocket. There, nestled between layers of magically reinforced fabric, sat a gleaming obsidian stone carved with strange runes. A fragment of condensed void magic, capable of absorbing and distorting space.
Not powerful enough to destroy Crius…
But maybe powerful enough to help.
Harry looked up again. Crius swung a colossal hand, and Artemis was knocked through the remains of a stone wall. She flipped, landed, and rolled, snarling like a wolf. Athena and Aphrodite flanked him again, dodging strikes, drawing his attention—but the Titan's power was growing. Every second, he seemed more stable, more solid, as though reality were adjusting to accommodate his impossible return.
Harry knew the longer he waited, the more permanent Crius would become.
The battlefield trembled as Crius roared like a dying star, every swing of his titanic limbs cracking mountains and carving deep craters into the cursed Italian countryside. Blades clashed against stone, silver light against the constellated armor of the Titan of Heavenly Order.
Athena bled from a shallow wound to her side, Artemis limped from a blow that nearly shattered her thigh, and Aphrodite was breathing heavy, her divine form dimmed from the overuse of her ethereal chains.
They were losing.
And Harry knew it.
He stood just beyond the blast radius of the godly duel, wand gripped so tightly in his hand it left marks on his skin, the void magic spent, his body sore, his spirit heavy.
He had faced death before.
But never this kind of helplessness.
Not even against Voldemort had he felt so utterly outmatched.
And now, as the skies trembled and stars wept from the heavens, he knew—this was not a battle he could win with cleverness alone.
Not anymore.
He closed his eyes.
And for the first time in his life, he prayed.
"Father…" his voice was barely a whisper, but his soul screamed.
"If you can hear me… please help me. I know I've never called you before… never offered tribute or honored your name. But I need you now. Not for me—but for them."
The battlefield suddenly froze.
Literally.
Time shuddered and shattered like brittle glass.
A scream froze mid-air. Lightning stopped mid-crack. Crius's fist hovered inches from Artemis's back.
Everything stilled.
Except Harry.
The air around him darkened and began to shimmer like ink in water. A cold gust swept across his skin as he was lifted off the earth, drawn through shadows older than death.
And then—
He stood alone in a massive obsidian hall, pillars rising into shadowed infinity, lit by braziers burning ghostly blue fire. The air was thick with the scent of ash and forgotten oaths. The floor beneath his feet was polished black marble, reflecting stars that didn't exist.
At the end of the hall sat a throne carved from bone and night itself.
And seated upon it…
Was Thanatos.
The Titan God of Death. Harry's father.
Cloaked in robes darker than a moonless night, eyes glowing with ancient sorrow and steel. Shadows clung to him like loyal wolves.
He raised a hand as Harry stepped forward.
"I know," Thanatos said, voice as calm as the end of a heartbeat. "You need not explain, my son."
Harry's throat caught. "You've been watching?"
"Always," the god said softly. "Since the moment the Hollows accepted you. I could not intervene before. Not without unbalancing fates far older than either of us."
"Then why now?"
Thanatos stood from the throne. He was tall—taller than any man—but his presence was not violent like he expected. It was inevitable. Gentle. Final.
"Because now... you called me. The bond has awakened."
He extended his hand, and in a swirl of starlit smoke, something appeared—a scythe, taller than any mortal man, forged from obsidian and rimmed with dark starlight. Its curved blade gleamed with void magic, its handle wrapped in leather from the River Lethe itself.
Harry stepped closer.
The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilt, he felt it.
Power. Cold and precise. Terrifying and beautiful.
The weapon of a Reaper.
"Your inheritance," Thanatos said, stepping back. "And one more gift."
He raised a hand, and ancient symbols—deep, swirling runes—burned across Harry's skin. His body convulsed, and he dropped to one knee, gasping.
"You are no longer bound by mortal scale," Thanatos whispered. "The blood of the divine flows strong in you now. Rise, my son."
And just like that—
Harry was gone.
Back to the battlefield.
The frozen moment shattered like crystal, and time resumed with a howl of energy.
Artemis barely dodged the crushing fist of Crius, rolling beneath the Titan's attack. Athena raised her shield and called out to Aphrodite, readying for one final stand—
And then the earth quaked.
Crius turned.
And so did the goddesses.
There, standing where Harry had been moments ago, was now a figure cloaked in obsidian armor, wreathed in shadows, wielding a great reaper's scythe.
Harry.
But not as they remembered him.
He stood nearly thirty feet tall, larger even than Crius, cloaked in divine aura and deathless might. His eyes glowed emerald-green like twin stars. The scythe in his hand pulsed with a rhythm older than Olympus.
Crius stepped back, stunned.
"You…" he rumbled, genuinely confused. "You're mortal! What trickery is this?!"
Harry walked forward, his steps shaking the ground. "No trick. You wanted to fight the Olympians… but you got a Titan."
Artemis blinked. "Harry?"
Aphrodite gasped. "He must have called his father…"
Athena's eyes widened. "Thanatos."
Crius snarled. "NO! I WILL NOT BE DENIED!"
He rushed forward, hurling bolts of cosmic energy. But Harry raised the scythe and spun it once, creating a black vortex that consumed the magic and spat it into stardust.
Then he leapt, faster than thunder.
And struck.
The first blow shattered Crius's armor.
The second cut deep across his chest, severing divine tendons.
And the third—
A clean, merciless swing.
The scythe sang through the air and struck Crius's neck with a thunderous CRACK.
Silence.
Crius's head slowly separated from his shoulders, expression still twisted in disbelief. His massive body crumbled like a statue into fragments of stone and starlight.
And then—
He was gone.
Dissolved into mist.
Screaming, howling, dragged into Tartarus in pieces, his essence shattered and bound.
Harry stood, panting.
The scythe hummed in his grip.
The battlefield was silent.
"Holy Hades…" Artemis whispered, stepping forward. "You… you killed a Titan."
Harry turned to them, his form slowly shrinking back to normal size. "I didn't do it alone."
Aphrodite walked over and touched his cheek. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Athena, stunned, nodded. "You've claimed your birthright."
Harry dropped to one knee, scythe stabbed into the ground for balance. "And now… I feel like I've aged fifty years."
They laughed, finally, the tension breaking.
Athena helped him to his feet. "Come. There will be consequences for this. The balance has shifted."
Harry looked at the sky, where Crius had vanished.
"And we'll face them," he said quietly. "Together."
All that remained of Crius, the Titan of Heavenly Constellations, was a single bone fragment, blackened and steaming, cracked with residual divine fire. It pulsed faintly in the ash-covered earth like a cursed relic, humming with ancient rage that now had no voice.
Harry stared down at it.
His body ached with the aftershock of divinity. The obsidian scythe, still warm in his grip, had begun to quiet. But the power within it—within him—lingered. His breath came in heavy gulps, his mind still caught between disbelief and exhaustion.
Athena bent down and picked up the bone with a conjured cloth, wrapping it tightly as if afraid it might stir.
"This," she murmured, "must never be told to anyone who doesn't know what really happened."
"Especially Zeus," Aphrodite added, brushing the ash from her arms, her voice laced with tension. "If he even senses the truth—"
"He'll lose his mind," Artemis said bluntly, walking beside Harry. "He's paranoid on the best of days. Knowing that a demigod—"
"Immortal demigod," Athena corrected quietly.
"Fine. Knowing an Immortal demigod killed a Titan with a single strike? It would terrify him."
Harry remained silent, still staring at the dirt where Crius had fallen. "But I had to do it."
"I know," Artemis said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We're not doubting that. We're saying we need to protect you."
He looked at her, brow furrowed.
"You just be Harry," she said. "Let us handle Olympus."
They all returned to normal size, the glow of their divine forms fading, skin no longer radiant with celestial light. To any outside observer, they were now just four humans standing in a charred countryside field.
And the mist, always loyal to the ancient laws of secrecy, rolled in.
A soft breeze swept across the scorched land, and within minutes, the battle site became little more than a flattened grove, charred trees and broken stones cloaked in illusion. The remnants of divine war erased from mortal perception.
When the nearby village awoke later that morning, they would report an earthquake. No one would speak of gods. No one would suspect that a Titan had walked the earth once more.
Aphrodite summoned a shimmering portal near a secluded river. It opened like silk being pulled apart, revealing the sacred winding staircase that only immortals and chosen few could climb.
Artemis turned to Harry.
"You can't come with us," she said quietly.
Harry nodded. "I figured."
"Be careful," Aphrodite added. "Olympus may look like marble and starlight, but it's filled with sharp teeth."
Harry gave them a tired smile. "I've dealt with worse."
Artemis lingered for a moment. Then, without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a firm, sudden hug. He blinked in surprise, then returned it.
"Don't vanish," she said into his ear. "I don't care what Zeus says."
"I won't," he whispered back.
And then she turned, stepping into the portal with Athena and Aphrodite, the three goddesses disappearing into divine light.
The high throne room of Olympus was aglow with morning light, the columns gilded with veins of starlight and echoing with the presence of the gods. Zeus, massive and brooding, sat atop his throne, fingers drumming the armrest. His thunderbolt was resting beside him.
The twelve Olympians were gathered.
When Artemis appeared, holding a wrapped bundle and flanked by her sisters, the room fell quiet.
"Athena. Aphrodite. Artemis," Zeus said, leaning forward. "You bring something?"
Artemis bowed her head in respect, presenting the bundle. "The quest I undertook is complete."
Hera, perched beside Zeus, arched a brow. "You went alone?"
"No, my king," Artemis said smoothly. "I requested assistance from Athena and Aphrodite. The matter was potentially dangerous. I did not want to take unnecessary risks."
Poseidon squinted. "And what, pray tell, required three goddesses?"
Athena stepped forward. "We followed the trail across Europe to a hidden market. There, we learned that someone had performed a ritual."
"A resurrection attempt," Aphrodite added, her voice serious for once.
Gasps echoed through the chamber.
"Who?" asked Apollo, tense.
Artemis pulled back the cloth.
The bone shimmered with oppressive energy.
"Someone found a way to host him," Artemis explained. "A cursed demigod. We destroyed the vessel… and the Titan."
"Again," she added firmly.
Murmurs erupted around the chamber. Some gods cursed. Some looked afraid. Only Hades, brooding at the far edge of the hall, said nothing. His eyes were locked on the bone.
"How did he die?" Zeus asked suddenly, voice sharp.
Artemis kept her expression calm. "We overwhelmed him. Together."
Zeus frowned, looking at the three goddesses. "That bone is freshly cracked. He must have only just returned."
Athena spoke. "He was arrogant. Unstable from the resurrection. His soul never fully settled."
"And now it's in Tartarus again," Artemis concluded, handing the bone over to Hestia, who conjured a stasis flame to burn and cleanse it before it would be returned to the Underworld.
Zeus looked at them a moment longer.
Then nodded.
"Well done. You've prevented a disaster. Olympus is in your debt."
They bowed again and stepped back.
Only Ares leaned forward with a smirk. "But I would've liked to test myself against Crius…"
"Maybe next time," Aphrodite replied sweetly, flipping her hair.
And like that, the council was dismissed.
As they stepped into the golden corridor that led back toward the divine portals, Artemis exhaled in relief.
"That went better than expected," she said.
"Too well," Athena added. "Zeus may not believe us outright, but he's not ready to make accusations either. We have time."
Aphrodite linked her arms through theirs. "I vote we never tell him who killed Crius."
"Agreed," said Athena.
"I won't say a word," Artemis whispered. "Harry saved all of us. That should be enough."
They descended the staircase into the mists of Olympus, the silence behind them deafening.
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