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Chapter Eight: Let Slip the Gods of War

Hermione Potter, nee Granger woke up to find herself snuggled up next to something warm, soft, and breathing. She relished the feelings that this discovery brought out in her. As she laid there she decided that it was indeed real, that the last couple of weeks had indeed happened.

She realized after a few moments that the warm person that she was snuggled up next to wasn't actually her husband. Indeed, it was her sister-wife, Ginny. If anyone had told her a month ago that she would end up married to both Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, she would have laughed in their face. Now though, it hadn't just become a possibility, it had become a reality.

What surprised her the most however, wasn't that she was married, or even that she was in a polygamous relationship. No, what she was having a hard time believing was how easily she had slipped into the role of the junior wife. Oh, she knew that she was in love with Harry. She had actually been deeply in love with him for years now. That she should fall in love with him was a given. For anyone to know Harry as well as she did and not love him was outright impossible for her to fathom.

She was amazed though, at the depth of her feelings towards Harry's other wife, Ginny. Hermione was rapidly falling in love with the diminutive redhead as well. There was something about her that was easy to love. It had been Ginny that had accepted the necessity of expanding the marriage to include her in the first place. Yes, it had been Ron's idea, but it had been Ginny that had had the final say. She hadn't so much as contemplated any other outcome. Once it had come out that due to the soul bond the three of them shared, Hermione needed to be a part of the marriage, Ginny had jumped in and showed the two rather reluctant partners that in this regard she did indeed know best.

Ginny was open and caring, equal parts wife, sister, lover and driving force for the three of them. She was smart in ways that Hermione wasn't. Hermione was the first to admit that she had a first rate mind, but Ginny saw things in ways that she did not. She was fun-loving and full of life, a natural counter-balance to the seriousness that Hermione brought to the triad.

Ginny was also, as Hermione was quickly finding out, vivacious and very open when it came to love. She had accepted Hermione in her and Harry's bed with open arms, and had shown the brunette that love came in all shapes and sizes. Hermione had never thought of another woman in a sexual way before, but Ginny actually made it easy for her to accept. Ginny was sweet, sexy, and extremely erotic when it came to the marriage bed, and she knew her way around a woman's body just as well as she did a man's. Yes, Hermione was rapidly falling in love with her too.

She sat up slowly so as not to disturb Ginny's slumber. She looked around for Harry, but he wasn't in the room. Once her eyes adjusted she realized just where she was, and therefore, where Harry was likely to be. They had returned to England the night before, and rather than take a chance everyone had come back to Grimmauld Place.

Harry had a healthy case of paranoia, though in Hermione's opinion that didn't make him wrong. Someone was indeed out to get them, as evidenced by the death of her co-husband, Ron and his mother, Molly. A brief wave of grief threatened to overwhelm her, but she stomped on it mercilessly.

No, if Harry were anywhere to be found it would be in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her parents. Robert and Jean Granger were notoriously early risers, as was her husband. She got up and padded softly over to the attached bath to grab a quick shower. She figured that by the time she was done, Ginny would be ready to do the same and then they could both find their way down to the kitchen and join the others.


They found Harry and the Grangers just where Hermione had figured they would be. Once again, Harry had gone all out in setting the table. There had to be enough there for a small army. Hermione sighed. Harry had gotten into the habit of cooking such large meals when they had been staying at the Burrow. With Ron and the other Weasleys there it had been a necessity. Now, it was probably going to be wasted, not that she was going to tell him that. The fact that he had gone to all that effort meant a lot to her.

"Good morning, my dears," Harry said cordially as they made their way over to the table. He had saved them each a seat next to him.

"Morning Harry," Ginny said softly, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Morning darling," Hermione said just as softly. Both girls gave him a quick kiss and settled in on either side of him. "What's going on today?"

"Well, tomorrow the two of you have to go on the Hogwarts' Express, term starts then. Today, I figure I need to check in with Draco, and get together with the D.A. Then I need to see about the Dursleys, and see if I can recruit Dudley. You two need to spend some time getting ready for the trip and the school year. Also, when the D.A. meets you need to be there."

"Sounds good," Hermione said as she started piling eggs and bacon on a plate. She buttered a couple of pieces of toast and handed the plate off to Ginny, who took it was a startled smile. Hermione grinned at her and gave her a quick wink.

"So what are the two of you going to do?" Ginny asked, looking at Hermione's parents.

"Actually," Jean said, "we were just discussing that with Harry."

"Yeah," Harry responded. "Since you two are going to be at Hogwarts for another year, and I'll be based out of Hogsmeade, we were thinking that we'd see if we can lease something in a nearby town. I'm thinking that since Invergarry is about ten miles from Hogsmeade, we could look there. If we find something, I'll put up the money for the lease, and we'll get your Mum and Dad set up there. It's not like they're have to go back to work right away, and it would let us be within visiting distance."

"That sounds wonderful, Harry," Hermione said excitedly. "I've never had Mum and Dad nearby before. Thank you so much for thinking of this."

Harry smiled at her. "You might want to see about spending a little time today with your Mum and Ginny. I believe that you three have a wedding to plan." Hermione's eyes lit up at the thought. Ginny looked almost as excited.

He stood up and kissed both of them. "I need to be going if I'm going to make it back here in time for the D.A. meeting. I've sent it out on the galleons for one in the afternoon. Everyone should be arriving then. I've keyed the wards to only let in magical people with one of the galleons. Be sure and watch them carefully. Whoever we're dealing with has a lot of resources and a very long reach."

The girls nodded and watched him go. They turned back to Jean, grinning madly. They did indeed have a lot of planning to do.


It wasn't hard for Harry to find the place. The directions that had been left with Kreacher had been quite specific. He had to hand it to his partner, he had an eye for detail. Perhaps this business venture wouldn't be that bad after all.

The place was dimly lit, and in a rather seedy part of Muggle London. Harry thought that Remus might have once had a flat in this area, from a snippet that he had caught one night at Grimmauld Place during the Christmas break his fifth year. He sighed and walked into the pub. It was definitely seedier than he would have preferred, but then, that was one of the reasons that he had suggested the venture with Malfoy. The git had contacts that Harry would never be able to cultivate alone.

He gazed around the place. It was rather dimly lit, but he supposed that the less savory element preferred it that way. There was a billiard table in the middle where a couple of birds were playing. Harry's eyes ran over the women critically. They were far too trashy for his taste; besides, he had two of the finest women on the planet anyway. After what seemed an eternity he finally spotted Draco sitting in a booth in one of the far ends of the establishment.

He walked slowly and carefully over to the booth and slipped into it. Malfoy watched him the entire way and nodded to him, barely keeping a sneer off his face as Harry sat down.

"Malfoy," Harry said in a low tone as he returned the nod.

"Potter," the blonde returned. "Successful trip?"

"Yeah, we accomplished what we set out to do. Any news?"

"Not much, but I did manage to run down a few leads." He ran his fingers through his fine platinum hair in a manner amazingly similar to Harry's own habit. "Seems that there's been a rash of violence throughout the Kingdom, Muggle and Magical alike."

Harry nodded to him to continue.

"Most of the wizards that have been caught have been South American. Seems that they don't know a lot when they're caught, either. It's almost as if they've been obliviated when the Aurors get them. And I'll tell you this, the obliviate must be really powerful. Most obliviations can be broken with enough force, but according to my source, not these ones." He grimaced. "Whatever it is that we're up against, Potter, it's powerful."

"Yeah, I'm getting that," Harry murmured. "See if you can track down where these South Americans are congregating. I'm betting that they're meeting someplace central and radiating out from there. If we can find that point, maybe we can back track things from there."

"What about you?" Malfoy asked.

"I've got to get things prepared for a wedding in another week or so, plus I'm going to stop in on my cousin. I'm thinking that he'd make a good Muggle contact. Also, I need to stop in at the Department of Mysteries. If anyone has some answers, I'm betting on the Unspeakables knowing something."

"If I find anything, I'll be in touch, otherwise, I'll see you at the office," Malfoy drawled.

Harry nodded. "Be careful, Draco," he said softly. "Whoever this is is playing for keeps."

"Aren't they all?" Draco replied. "Look Scarhead, you watch your back and I'll watch mine."

"I'm just…"

"Shut it, Potter," Malfoy growled. He took on a serious look. "This is what you came to me for. I'm good at what I do." At Harry's doubtful look he sighed. "You took a chance on me when nobody else would. You stood up for my family when we were on trial when nobody else would. I'll not forget that. I may never like you Harry, but I'll not forget what you've done for me. Now let me do my job." Harry nodded and they stood to leave.

When they were out the door Harry regarded his partner solemnly. He stuck out his hand and Draco slowly took it. They stood there like that for a few moments, then they broke the contact and each wizard made his own way back out into the world.


Harry grimaced as he rang the doorbell. He really didn't want to be here. There were no good memories for him here, but because of everything that was happening, he really didn't have much of a choice. He heard the light footsteps approaching the door and recognized who it would be that opened the door.

He braced himself for the reception he would get. It had been over a year since he had left this place. He hadn't really thought that he would ever return, and he knew that they certainly had no reason to want to see him again.

The door opened and Harry looked uneasily into the eyes of his horse-faced aunt. "Hello Aunt Petunia," he said softly.

To his surprise she opened the door and stepped aside. "Hello Harry," she said quietly. "Please come in." He looked at her for a moment, too shocked to do anything more. When he regained his composure he quickly stepped into the house.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Aunt Petunia, but I had a couple of reasons for stopping by, and I couldn't put it off any longer." He watched her as he said this. She seemed to be struggling with something. He cocked an eyebrow and waited silently.

"He's really gone then?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes, Voldemort's dead. He died in a duel with me," Harry said carefully. "Look, I stopped by because I wanted to see how you three were getting on. I mean, I know that you were put out of your home because of me, and I guess I needed to know that things were back to normal…"

"Harry, we never knew…" she blurted out. He stopped and looked at her questioningly. "We never realized what you had to do. We never thought about what we were doing to you." She had tears in her eyes now. "We talked to those… people you left us with. They explained a lot. Vernon and I didn't want to hear it at first. It's hard to hear when the only things that are said point out how much of a bad person you've been." She shuddered with the memory.

"We treated you so horribly, and we were such nasty people towards you, and yet you still took the time to ensure we would be alright." Tears leaked down her cheeks. "Vernon and I had a lot of time to think, and we know you'll probably never forgive us, but we're sorry for what we did."

Harry nodded to her. He was frankly shocked, but she was right. He didn't know if he could ever forgive her or her husband. "It's alright Aunt Petunia," he said slowly. "I survived, and I became stronger for it." He shrugged. "You may never be on my Christmas card list, but everything's turned out alright."

He took a deep breath. "Is Dudley around?" he asked. "I need to see him. I've a favor to ask."

Petunia nodded and went to retrieve her son. Shortly after she returned, with an amazingly slimmed down version of Harry's cousin in tow. Harry's eyes almost bulged out of his head. Dudley must have dropped at least ten to fifteen stone since the last time Harry had seen him.

"Wow Big D," Harry managed to get out. "Looking fit."

"Thanks, Harry," Dudley said, a smile on his face. "It's good to see you."

"Likewise," Harry responded, still in shock over his cousin's appearance. "Look, how do you fancy walking down to the pub and having a pint, my treat?"

Dudley looked to his mother. At her faint nod he turned back to Harry. "Yeah, I'd like that," he said.

The walk to the pub was short and quiet, each young man lost in his own thoughts. They went in and sat Dudley found a booth. Harry flagged the barkeep and ordered a couple of pints of stout. He carried the glasses back to the booth and slid in across from Dudley.

"So Dud," he started. "How did you lose all the weight?"

"Well," Dudley said, "when we were in hiding there was another family that had to go there too. At first we didn't get along very well, us being Muggles and them being Magical." Harry's eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets once more.

"Who are you and what did you do with my cousin?" Harry asked incredulously.

Dudley chuckled. "There was this bird, see, and she was quite the looker. Well, she wanted nothing to do with me, as fat and disgusting as I was, but there weren't a lot of people around. We were kind of forced to associate with each other, there was nobody else." He shook his head. "Anyway, Tamsin turned out to be a really nice girl, but she was kind of a health nut. She would exercise every day, for hours. At first all I would do was watch her, but even that became boring after a while. So after a few weeks I started to join her in the workouts. At first I couldn't do a lot, but it got easier. Now I exercise as much as she ever did."

"Well it sure did you some good," Harry said sincerely. "I wouldn't have believed it was you if I hadn't seen you with Aunt Petunia."

"Yeah, I know," Dudley said with a grin. "The best part though, is that after a while I plucked up the courage and asked Tamsin out. She actually said yes. We've been dating since. I really like her, Harry." He smiled a goofy smile. "She says she knows you."

Harry thought for a moment. "You said she's magical. Did she tell you what House she was in at school?"

"Hufflepuff," Dudley replied.

"She must have been on the Quidditch team," Harry mused. "Dark skin and hair, a really nice smile?" he asked. Dudley nodded. "Yeah, she's fit alright," Harry said with a grin. "She was a chaser for Hufflepuff the only match I ever lost. She seemed really nice. She was a couple of years ahead of me, but she always had a smile for me on the pitch. I'm happy for you, Dud."

"Thanks, Harry. I'm glad that you came by. I've listened to a lot of what Tamsin has said. She told me that you went through Hell at the school you were at, and that she didn't think you deserved any of it. She also explained about Cedric," he said in a very soft voice. "I'm really sorry about giving you a hard time back then," he continued.

"Don't worry about it, Dud," Harry replied. "I was wondering actually, if you would be willing to help me. I need a contact in the Muggle world that I can trust, one that knows both sides of the street as it were. I'll see to it you're compensated," he added hastily.

"I'm trying to reform," Dudley said softly, "but I do know some shady characters." He grinned at this. "You saved my life, and from what Tamsin tells me, you've saved hers too, even if it was only be getting rid of that bad guy." He looked at Harry. "Anything I can do for you, name it."

"I normally wouldn't ask, but I need you to see if you can track down some of the South Americans that have come in to the country and are causing trouble. If you hear anything I want to know right away. My brother-in-law was killed a couple of weeks back, and I'm afraid that these people were involved."

Dudley nearly choked. "Brother-in-law?" he sputtered. "You got married?"

"Yeah," Harry replied with a goofy grin. "Ginny and Hermione are wonderful girls," he said dreamily.

"Two girls…?" Dudley managed to get out with a strangled sound.

Harry snapped back to the present. "Yeah, but my best mate and brother-in-law was killed during the reception, along with his Mum. I'd really like to get even with the blokes that did it."

Dudley looked at Harry with an expression close to amazed hero worship. "Whatever you need, Harry, you can count on me." He leaned in close to his cousin. "Actually, I have a favor to ask you, too."

Harry leaned in conspiratorially. "What is it, Dud?" he asked.

"I'm thinking of asking Tamsin to marry me," Dudley whispered. "I'm saving up to buy her a ring, and I was wondering if there was anything I should do differently, because she's, you know…"

"Magical?" Harry asked. Dudley nodded. "Nah, just remember that witches are girls first and foremost. "How much do you have saved?"

"About five hundred quid," Dudley said in a worried tone. "Do you think it's enough?"

"I don't know, Dud," Harry said. I got my rings from the family vault." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He counted off forty fifty pound notes and handed them to his stunned cousin. "Consider it a down payment on services rendered. Now go out and get her a good ring." He smiled at his cousin. "Oh, and tell Tamsin that I said hi." He jotted down a cell phone number and handed it to Dudley. "This is where you can reach me."


Ginny scurried around the library at Grimmauld place. It was the largest room they had, and it was packed with people. Every surviving member of the D.A., as well as Malfoy, had showed up for the meeting. She had made sure that they had refreshments, and was currently catching up with Luna.

She somewhat eccentric blonde was sitting next to Neville. They had entered together, and Ginny quickly gathered that where one was, the other was not far to be found. It made sense though, when she thought about it. The Ministry Six, as they were known, had tended to gravitate together, drawn like moths to the flame towards each other. The bonds that had been forged between them were stronger than most marriage bonds, and Harry's love permeated them all.

Ginny smiled at her friend. She would always hold a soft spot in her heart, and she knew that Harry loved both her and Neville dearly. That his love was more than returned was evident. They were closer than family, and if things continued, Ginny was sure that they would grow closer still.

At that moment, Harry walked through the door. "Thanks for coming," he said to the group. This was met with nods all around. He crossed over and bussed Hermione firmly on the lips, and then made a bee-line for Ginny. He repeated the gesture and then motioned for both girls to join him on a low couch that he conjured. Once they had sat next to him he drew in a breath.

"As you all know, Ron and his Mum were killed a couple of weeks ago at our wedding reception. Thanks to some magical insight, and some old-fashioned detective work, we've discovered that we're faced with a new threat. This threat is magical, and, it seems, powerful. With Voldemort out of the way a new power has moved in from South America, and it feels that I'm its number one threat. Because all of you know me, you've moved up the target list." He looked over at Padma. "Have you found out anything?"

"Actually, I might have," Padma replied. "While researching the vision that Parvati had, I came across a name: Huitzilopochtli. There was a surprising amount of information on him at the library." She pulled out a piece of parchment and began to read:

"His temple (next to that of Tlaloc) on the Main Pyramid was the focus of fearsome sacrifices of prisoners captured by Aztec warriors. Victims' heads were strung as trophies on a great rack, the Tzompantli, erected in the precinct below.

"God of War-Lord of the South-The Young Warrior-Lord of the Day- The Blue Tezcatliopoca of the South-Patron God of the Mexica. Known metaphorically as 'The Blue Heron Bird', 'The Lucid Macaw', and 'The Eagle'.

"The derivation of his name may have come from the ancient Chichimeca 'Tetzauhteotl', possibly meaning 'Omen-God'.

"He is considered an incarnation of the sun and struggles with the forces of night to keep mankind alive, only to have found a place of major worship among the Aztec peoples. Huitzilopochtli is credited with inducing the Aztecs to migrate from their homeland in 'Aztlan' and begin the long wanderings which brought their tribe to the Mexico Valley.

"According to Aztec legend, Coatlicue, goddess of the earth had given birth to the moon and stars. The moon, Coyolxauhqui, and the stars called, Centzonhuitznahuac, became jealous of Coatlicue's pregnancy with Huitzilopochtli. During his birth, Huitzilopochtli used the 'serpent of fire' and the sun's rays to defeat the moon and stars. Every day the battle continues between day and night. The Mexicans saw the sunrise as a daily victory for this deity over the forces of darkness.

"Huitzilopochtli can only be fed by Chalchihuatl, or the blood of sacrifice, to sustain him in his daily battle. He resides in the seventh heaven of Aztec mythology. The seventh heaven is represented as blue. His temple on the great Pyramid in Tenochtitlan was called Lihuicatl Xoxouqui, or 'Blue Heaven'. Over 20,000 victims are thought to have been ritually killed at the opening of his great temple in Tenochtitlan during a four day period.

"Duran relates that the great temple contained a wooden statue carved to look like a man sitting on a blue wood bench. A serpent pole extended from each corner to give the appearance of the bench as a litter. On his head was placed a headdress in the shape of a bird's beak. A curtain was always hung in front of the image to indicate reverence.

"Tlacaelel, the Aztec power broker, is thought to have propelled this god into the place of importance that Huitzilopochtli held, some suggest even re-writing Mexican history.

"Huitzilopochtli's creation may have come from the ancient Mexican god 'Opochtli', the Left Handed One, and a leading old Chichimec god of weapons and water. He was called ,He Who Divides the Waters', and was principal in worship in the Huitzilopochco area and it's famous waters. Opochtli is thought to have been worshipped in ancient Aztlan.

"Huitzilopochtli is said to be a representation of Tezcatlipoca in midsummer as the high sun in the southern sky. His name may have derived with his association with the color blue as when staring at the sun, spots of blue are seen by the eyes after looking away. His association with 'on the left', was because when facing in the direction of the sun's path, east to west, the sun passed on the left.

"Huitzilopochtli was the most celebrated of the Mexican deities and came to embody the aspirations and accomplishments of the Aztec. His cult could have been considered the 'state cult' and was a focus of the powerful economic and political system.

"Also known as 'The Portentous One', as he directed the Mexicans on their nomadic trek into the Valley of Mexico through a series of signs and omens. It was Huitzilopochtli who sent the eagle to perch on the nopal cactus to indicate the site of the Mexican's final resting place. His elevation to the rank of a major deity coincided with the formation of the triple alliance between Tenochtitlan, Texcoco, and Tlacopan. At this formation of the alliance his recognition as the god of war was complete and total.

"As the power of Tenochtitlan grew his image was incorporated into the new lands and regions coming under Mexican control and he assumed new prominence and attributes even to the point of usurping the more traditional sun god, Tonatiuh. His main temple in the great temple of Tenochtitlan, (the Temple Mayor), was set alongside Tlaloc, god of rain, the symbolism of these two deities elevated above all others was a reflection of the economic status of the Mexican empire, (agriculture and war-tribute). Of interest many pictures and statues have survived of Tlaloc and other major deities but relatively few of Huitzilopochtli.

"Images of Huitzilopochtli may be found in the Codex Borbonicus in which he is depicted standing in front of a small temple in his honor, in the Codex Telleriano-Remensis, in his capacity as symbol of the month of Panquetzaliztli, and in a dual painting with Paynal, (messenger god), in Sahagun's Primeros Memoriales. His image further adorns the Codex Boturini in his guidance of the Mexicans on their wanderings.

"In the Codex Azcatitlan he is represented as a combination hummingbird and serpent tail being carried in what might be thought of as a backpack. In the Codex Florentine his birth is recorded as well as his famous battle with the stars. In all painted images his adornments are different, some with a shield of turquoise mosaic, others with a shield of white eagle feathers. The central image in all drawings is that of a warrior and a leader. He is often depicted as a seed dough image or 'teixiptla' which was often made and prized during feasts.

"Although Huitzilopochtli was worshipped greatly during the entire Mexica year he was of particular importance during the feast of Toxcatl, Dry Thing, Tlaxochimaco, Giving of Flowers, Teotleco, Arrival of Gods, and Panquetzaliztli, Raising of Banners. The feast honoring the raising of banners is generally thought to be his major yearly feast.

"Nowhere was Huitzilopochtli more honored than in his main temple atop the great pyramid in Tenochtitlan in the Temple Mayor. His main cult statue stood in the southernmost corner of the twin shrines to him and Tlaloc. The shrine to this deity is described in detail by Duran as well as accounts by several of the soldiers with Cortes, namely Andres de Tapia and Bernal Diaz as well as Cortes himself.

"Duran claims to describe the statue based on reports from native informants and from direct interviews with surviving conquistadors. He describes the image as a wooden statue carved to look like a man seated on a blue wooden bench in the form of a liter. The liter poles contained images of serpents long enough to be carried on the shoulder of men. The bench was in the traditional Huitzilopochtli 'sky blue' color. The image itself had a blue forehead with a blue band reaching from ear to ear also blue.

"The image had a headdress shaped like a hummingbird beak made of gold. The feathers adorning the headdress were a beautiful green. In his left hand he held a shield, white, with five bunches of white feathers in the form of a cross. Four arrows extended from the handle of the shield. In his right hand he held a staff in the image of a serpent which was also blue. Gold bracelets were on his wrists and he wore blue foot sandals. This image was covered from view with a type of curtain adorned with jewels and gold. Bernal Diaz also relates an account and it is certainly worth reading.

"Huitzilopochtli shared the top of the great temple with Tlaloc in Texcoco as well as in Tenochtitlan and is described in detail in Pomar's book. Pomar's Huitzilopochtli was an image of a standing young man, made from wood adorned with a cloak of rich feathers and wearing an ornate necklace of jade and turquoise surrounded by golden bells. His body paint was blue with a blue striped face. His hair was of eagle feathers and had a headdress of quetzal (forty six) feathers.

"On his shoulder was a form of a hummingbird's head. His legs were adorned and decorated with gold bells. In his hand was held a large spear, a spear thrower, and a feathered shield covered with a lattice work of gold stripes.

"There was no greater worshipped image to the Mexicans and the stone idol that was atop the pyramid in Tenochtitlan that was removed under the eyes of Cortes. The idol was entrusted to a man called Tlatolatl. Tlatolatl successfully was able to hide this image of Huitzilopochtli as was uncovered during an investigation by the Bishop Zummaraga during the 1530's. The statue has never been found and is probably resting and waiting today in a cave somewhere in northern Mexico.

"Listed in the Codex Boturini, the sacred bundle of Huitzilopochtli carried during the wandering years was born by four "bearers", named Tezacoatl, (Mirror Serpent), Chimalma, (Shield Hand), Apanecatl, (Water Headdress), and Cuauhcoatl, (Eagle Serpent). The Codex Azcatitlan shows only two god bearers. Duran agrees that there were four bearers but does not name them. Juan de Torquemada in his "Monarquia Indiana' also confers the four god bearers. Hernando Alvarado Tezozomoc keeps the bearer Cuauhcoatl but replaces the other three with Quauhtlonquetzque, Axoloa, and Ococaltzin. To further confuse this issue the Cronica Mexicayotl replaces Cuauhcoatl, (Eagle Serpent), with Iztamixcoatzin, (White Cloud Serpent)."

She set down the parchment and sighed. "It seems we're up against someone that's been worshiped as a god, Harry," she said in a muted voice. The room was stunned into silence.

"Anyone can be beaten," Harry said softly. "Merlin knows that I've proven that on many occasions." He looked around the room. "Yes, so he's powerful. Yeah, he's got followers. Alright, so it looks bleak, but we've got all of us, and we're the best Britain has to offer. We've never backed down before, and we're not going to now." He looked around the room. "Any ideas?"

There were no quick answers. Finally, hesitantly, Luna looked up and into Harry's eyes. He raised his eyebrows at her.

"If he thinks he's a god, then we need divine power to fight him," she said in her sing-song voice."

Harry started to chuckle. He shook his head and smiled a beatific smile at her. "Well said, Luna," he said softly to her. "Divine power… alright, I want any information we can dig up on the various pantheons around the world, and how followers have gone about contacting the gods in each one. If this tin-plated deity wants to play at world domination, then we'll give it something to chew on that will give it one Hell of a case of indigestion."

He hugged his wives to him. "Let's meet at Potter and Malfoy Investigations in Hogsmeade Friday night at nine. I'll clear it with the Headmistress for any of you that are going back to Hogwarts." He stood and walked over to Luna. He pulled her up and wrapped her in a hug. "Thank you," he whispered. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and stepped back.

He made sure to thank each of them as they left. He turned to his wives and smiled. "For the first time since we woke up after the wedding, I feel like we have a chance," he said softly.

Hermione and Ginny wrapped him in hugs and led him slowly to their bedroom. He had a goofy grin on his face as he closed the door and ensured their privacy magically…

Author's Note: It's been a while since I posted on this story, but I've been busy with other projects. I finally got finished with the chapter tonight. I decided that because of an article in the either the Daily News or the Sun about the actor that plays Dudley losing an enormous amount of weight and looking really good that I should incorporate that into the chapter. It thought it worked well. JKR made it a point to try and redeem him, and so I'm playing that aspect up. Will Harry get along with his aunt and uncle? Who knows, I guess we'll just have to see where the story takes us.

I'm going to repeat a recommendation I posted in the author's notes of the story "Harry Potter's Army: A General's Lament" last week. Give it a read and let the author know what you think:

I have a story recommendation for those of you who liked my stories "Harry Potter and Love's Triumvirate" and Harry Potter and Destiny's Shadow". Scabbers1957 has asked my permission to extend the story, telling it from the POV of Colin and Pansy. He has started the story "A Time for Healing" and I have agreed to beta it. He's posted chapter one on the site. Take the time to read it, but if you haven't read the first two stories you might be confused at both the references and the pairing. I personally think that he's made a great start, but it's not a usual pairing and therefore not many have read it thus far. Give it a go and leave him a review. You know how it is people, what it's like for a struggling author on his first story. Share the love...