Amongst the Hunted Moons

Notes:

When last we left off our emotionally damaged best boy was told about what he is, shall we check in on him and see how he's coping?

*looks at Hogwarts from a distance seeing it burning.*

Yeah, that was just what I expected.

But on with the show!

Harry Potter, The Quidditch post, Hogwarts.

"I'm a what?" I ask, the sense of deja vu now overwhelming, I feel like I'm back in the house on the tiny rock again. Miss Atalanta answers back, proving I didn't mishear her, "You're a Demigod Harry, you are the child of a mortal and an immortal, a god." She pauses for a moment as I feel something, an odd stirring in my chest well up and I take a step back, trying to piece together all this in my head. I feel my mouth go dry, my breath getting shorter, no no that was impossible, I can't be I know my mother and father were human, I have pictures of my mum pregnant with me, I have pictures of them in school. Just-just no.

"I know it's a lot to take in Harry, you may not believe me, so let me ask you a question." Miss Atalanta says to me, "Can you do things that aren't normal, things that not even wizards couldn't do without casting a spell?" Panic rises in my chest, not because of the question, but because she's right. Hermione had told me about my eyes, she's even looked into them, there isn't any record of wizards or witches that had slit pupils, who could see in the dark just as well as they could see in the light. Not even Animagus like Professor McGonagall could do it and she could turn into a cat, the human and animal forms are separate, you can get a sixth sense from it but that's it.

I turn away from Miss Atalanta, walking back over to the tunnel that leads down to the pitch, my chest is tight like I can't breathe, and my head is spinning as I lean against the wall and slide down it to sit. I swallow, trying to get rid of the dryness in my mouth, it kinda works. I can't, how, but they were, I-I, one of them is alive?

I didn't notice Miss Atalanta following me so I jumped when she asked if I'm okay.

"What? I-I don't…" I trail off as I look at her, confused, she's kneeling in front of me with the weird look on her face. "How-How did you know?" I finally ask, and she moves to sit next to me, I scoot away from her a bit not really wanting to be near her. "The conversation we had in Dumbledore's office, it's basically a cover story for me being here, but there is a lot of truth in it." She tells me, "I am a part of a group of hunters that hunt monsters, but we aren't a part of the MCUSA, we're led by a Goddess, the Goddess Diana to be specific, she's the Roman Goddess of the Hunt." She explains in a careful voice and I just nod, "When you were hunting the Basilisk, did you pray? It didn't have to be a specific prayer, just a plea for help." She asks me.

I think back, to that cold Chamber underground, the hissing of the great serpent, Fawkes arriving, and the shade of Tom Riddle mocking me as Ginny was dying. I did, when I covered my eyes with the old hat I had begged for help, for anything to help me. I nod, "Yeah, I-I did." I tell her, it's her turn to nod as if she had expected that answer. "What you didn't know, Harry, was that something heard your prayer." She tells me in a soft voice, "it was my patron, the Goddess Diana. She told me when she first heard it she was confused, she doesn't get a lot of prayers from boys your age. So, when she heard it she became curious and went to see what was happening. She had gotten there just in time to see you kill the serpent." Miss Atalanta tells me, "she was impressed by your hunt, and don't even think about saying it wasn't one. She wouldn't have heard it unless you were deep into one." She tells me as I open my mouth to tell her it wasn't before I close my mouth because she was, she was right. I was hunting for the Basilisk, I was hunting for who had ever opened the Chamber of Secrets. I just didn't realize it until now.

I just sit here numbly, drawing my legs up to my chest and hugging, looking for some type of comfort I had only found in the dark of my cupboard, late at night when the Dursleys were all asleep. I swallow again and ask "and-and she sent you to find me? Why?" My voice comes out as small in the enormity of this. Miss Atalanta sighs, "I don't know, she just told me I was to go to England, find the Headmaster of Hogwarts and tell him who sent me and that I was to train a boy by the name of Harry Potter." She tells me, "If I had to guess, I would say you impressed her so much she's thinking about recruiting you for her hunt, And that Harry, that is a huge honor." She says in an impressed tone of voice. "Why is it so huge?" I ask uncomfortable with how she had said it, "Because Harry," Miss Atalanta begins to explain, "It's so huge because out of the thousands of year's the hunt has existed, there have only been technically three males to join, and I say technically because one got turned into a girl when they joined because at the time Diana had a hard no boys allowed policy." She tells me and my jaw drops, I feel my eyes go wide. "Is she gonna do that to me?" I ask a bit scared because I like being a boy.

Miss Atalanta just starts giggling, "Oh Gods, you should see the look on your face, it's priceless." She goes on laughing as I begin to glare at her, finally, she calms down a bit before telling me "No, she is not gonna do that unless you want it done, she still only accepts girls, but she will take boys if they meet certain conditions. That's why I'm here, to see if you meet them, or at least that's what I think." I just look at her, I can feel the confusion on my face, "what conditions? Because I'm pretty terrible at, …well everything." I tell her honestly, she just smiles back. "Now I don't believe that for a moment, if you were so bad, you would be basilisk droppings by now." She tells me with a hit of a smile, well the jokes on her because she's wrong. "But the conditions are pretty simple, you have to be a great hunter, and I do believe we can check that box, you have to be willing to submit to the oaths of Diana, we won't know about that till later, and finally, you have to have no Romantic Entanglements. But you are thirteen, so that's gonna be a hard one." She informs me, "why no romantic whatever?" I ask confused.

"Well, Diana is a maiden Goddess. She's sworn oaths to keep it that way, which means her followers have to do the same thing, no love, and no sex." She says but grins at the blush that I feel creeping across my face. "Have you broken that last one already, Harry?" She asks in a teasing voice as she wiggles her eyebrows.

I blush even deeper and stammer "N-no!" How could she ask something like that! She laughs a little more before standing up, "Well, that's good I guess. Wait, do I need to give you the talk?" At this, she sounds a little concerned as if she was gonna have to do it, but I quickly answer "No! No, I-I've already had it! I swear!" I tell her, Madam Pomfrey is very serious about her job and making sure no one has any "accidents" at school of any kind. I hear her sigh out in relief that she didn't have to do that, "Well that's good, come on kiddo, I want to see what you can do now that you know." She says as she starts walking towards the exit of the tunnel, I jump and start to follow her "Wait, do you…" I pause not really knowing how to ask, "do you know who they are?" I finally get out, hoping she understood what I was trying to ask.

She pauses, and without turning around she says "I'm sorry, Harry but I don't know the details." I feel myself deflate at those words, "My best guess would be either an Olympian or one of the gods or goddesses that are still worshipped here on the islands, most likely associated with hunting." Her voice is odd while saying this, "That is one of the reasons Lady Diana was able to find you, after all, you were on a hunt, so…" she shrugs and finally turns around.

"What does she look like? Lady Diana?" I ask Miss Atalanta squint's her eyes at me before telling me "She is not what you'd expect a Goddess to look like, she normally takes on the form of a young girl wearing a silver-" I cut her off, finishing her statement. "Bomber Jacket, right?" I say remembering the girl from my dream and the package left on my bed.

"I was gonna say tunic, but yeah she has been known to wear a silver bomber jacket from time to time, how do you know that?" She asks me with her eyes narrowed.

I go on to explain my dream, what I could remember of the girl in the bomber jacket, and the gifts she had left me. Miss Atalanta just nods her head as I explain, she doesn't seem to question the dream itself, nor does she seem surprised at all. When I asked her about it she said "Demigods and weird ass dreams that tell the future or warn them of stuff go together like kittens and catnip. I may not be a Demigod but I had a few friends who were, and they told me all about that stuff." I'm half tempted to make a joke about me taking Divination but all I do is nod.

"So the sword I saw that night was a part of her gift to you, huh? Damn kiddo, for you to get something like that from Lady Diana she must have been really impressed with you. I had thought it was the same sword you killed the basilisk with, to be honest. Do you have it on you?" Miss Atalanta asks as I shake my head, "No, it's up in my trunk back in my room." I tell her, and she just nods back at me, "Bring it with you next time, Lady Diana doesn't give out things that just do one thing and swords aren't really her style ya know?" She tells me with a slight smile.

"So, what are we doing today then?" I ask before her grin turns almost feral and I want to run away.

The path leading to the Quidditch pitch, thirty minutes later.

Severus Snape was not a man to take an afternoon walk on the weekend, he had much better things to do with his time in the dungeons of the ancient castle he, reluctantly, teaches at, and judging from his pale complexion that it was true that he rarely leaves its cold confines. But when half his Quidditch team burst into his office when he was enjoying his downtime in between his own brewing and keeping the little dunderheads he calls "students" from killing themselves in the most asinine ways, but when said dunderheads come crashing his tea time screaming about a rabid muggle down at the Quidditch pitch that had attacked and threatened them he reluctantly had to leave his preferred part of the castle to come investigate. So when he gets to the pitch he is rather confused as to the sight of a tall woman in a muggle hat and silver jacket watching Potter, of all people, running at a dead sprint around the pitch.

As the brat sees him he starts to slow down right before the woman yells at him "Pick those legs up kiddo, I want you moving! If I think you're slowing down again I'll be shooting arrows at you instead of words, understand me!" She has an odd American accent but the boy apparently believes her and starts to run faster. Snape has a bit of trouble keeping his face straight as he sees the fear on the brat's face, it was hilarious, but he does believe he had found the "rabid muggle" as it were. As he watches the boy take a wide turn to avoid him, he starts to approach the woman, she turns in a circle to follow the boy's path, he had made it to the other side of the pitch by the time Snape gets to the woman.

"You would be Miss Claydon, I believe." He tells the woman who has been subtly watching him approach her, all she does is a nod in response, as she eyed him up and down, sizing him up to see if he was a threat or not before her eyes switch back to the brat. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage, you know who I am, but have yet to introduce yourself. That's considered rude where I'm from." She says back, her eyes never leaving the brat.

Snape concedes to her point with a nod, "Forgive me, My name is Professor Severus Snape. I am Potion Master and head of Slytherin House here at Hogwarts." He sees the light of recognition in her as she lets out an Ah in it. "The Headmaster told me about you, said if I were to find any…" Miss Claydon paused looking for the right words, "security breaches I should look for you or a Minerva McGonagall if I couldn't find him." She says.

Snape nods at this, "Minerva McGonagall is the deputy Headmistress and head of Gryffindor House to which the brat is in." He tells her while jerking his head to said brat, her eyes narrow as they cut to him in a slight glare, he just raises an eyebrow to it. "Speaking of the brat, why is he running laps around the pitch like Dementors are chasing him?" Snape asks in honest curiosity.

Her glare intensifies but she answers anyway, "Because I told him to and if he were to slow down I'd start shooting arrows at his legs till he started to run faster." She tells him as Snape snorts in amusement.

"Is he suffering?" He asks with a slight smile, at this Miss Claydon turns and gives him her full attention, which would intimidate a normal man seeing she was a good three inches taller than Snape, but the Dark Lord was taller and much more intimidating, so the man doesn't even blink. "Do you hate the kid that much?" She asks with a bit of steel in her voice. Snape just shrugs before answering, " Putting aside my own personal feelings for him. The brat has melted twenty-three cauldrons, wasted hundreds of galleons worth of perfectly good potion ingredients, and almost killed his entire class, …" As he pauses and the woman opens her mouth to give some scathing retort he was sure, he cuts her off by saying "Twice."

Claydon just looks at him, unamused, "What are you doing here Professor Snape?" She asks. "Half my house quidditch team came into my office and rudely interrupted my off time with stories of a quote 'rabid muggle' unquote that had attacked and threatened them, and in doing my due diligence to the school I came to investigate." He states in a calm but uncaring way. "Pray tell, would you be this rabid muggle they were ranting on about?" He asks finally with a raised eyebrow.

The woman scoffs and rolls her eyes before looking back to the boy who had just completed his fourth lap around the pitch since Snape had gotten there. The dark man stands there waiting for her answer, after a minute his patience with her was up.

"Well, did you attack my students or not women?" He snaps at her, as she turns to face him with eyes full of anger, Snape doesn't blink.

"I knocked one on his ass because he had his wand pointed at me and yelled something about putting the muggle bitch in her place, so yeah. I did, and then I told the rest of them that the next one to try that again was going to be turned into a stick puppet with their wands." She informs him with a steely tone, Snape blinks and thinks it was probably Malfoy, "Now, was that so hard to tell me? By your reaction to the question, the Headmaster informed you that we do. Not. Attack. The students. No matter how thick they are." Snape tells her, and she has the dignity to look away embarrassed. Good, the head snake thinks, the lesson should sink in.

"Now, be it as it may, you have defended yourself from an attack on your person, so I will not be bringing this up with the Headmaster, and I do believe the embarrassment that the boy suffered was punishment enough," Snape tells the taller women, "but make no mistake, this had better be the last time I hear you putting your hands on the student body, or else I will be removing you from the grounds myself, and trust me it will not be a pleasant experience for either of us. Do I make myself clear Miss Claydon?"

He could practically hear her grinding her teeth, but she does nod in understanding. Snape turns and watches the brat complete his sixth lap, huffing and puffing like mad, a look of pain across his face. He smirks at it, but it does bring another thought to the potion master's mind, and he voices it to the taller woman "The Headmaster has informed me as to why you are here Miss Claydon, both the official and unofficial reason." Snape says and the hunter's eyes snap back to him.

"How much did he tell you?" Atalanta asks with her eyes narrowing once again. "Enough to know the boy is not what he seems, that his…" Snape pauses for a moment searching for the right word, "Genetic donors aren't who the rest of the world may think, though he gave no information on who they may be, even when I pressed him. You wouldn't happen to know? Hmm?" Snape asks turning back to the hunter, the woman just shrugged before saying she didn't know the details, a truth Snape thinks, but not a direct answer to his question. He considers it for a moment but decides that, while interesting, it wasn't his problem, yet; so he lets it go.

He switches the topic of conversation so the woman doesn't figure it out, "A shame, almost a shame leaving a basilisk corpse unharvested and instead of rotting away in the Chamber." He says before turning on his heel and beginning to walk away.

"You could just ask him ya know." The woman calls to his back, this stops Snape and he turns back to Atalanta with a frown, "Excuse me?" Snape asks.

"I was told the story, I know he's the only one who can get in. Why not just ask him to take you down there?" She says as if it was a simple matter, Snape scoffs at the thought of his relationship with the brat being so simple as him just asking him. But he does pause to consider something, his frown lessening as he begins to consider his options, as any good Slytherin would. With a startled scream and the sound of something heavy hitting the grass Snape turns around and almost begins to laugh, it seems the brat had collapsed, finally exhausting himself. He makes a comment to the women "The brat has collapsed, do make sure he doesn't die." He says as he continues on his way as Miss Claydon calls out after him, "Well, if he didn't collapse I wouldn't be doing it right!"

Snape does chuckle under his breath at that one.

Atalanta walks up to the downed Harry, laying on his stomach, his head turned sideways as he takes in deep breaths of air, sweat soaking his body.

"Not bad kiddo, you could give some of the younger hunters a run for their money." The taller hunter comments with a smirk, Harry being too busy laying on the ground trying not to die doesn't say anything back. "In through your nose, and out through your mouth kiddo. Gonna do nothing but hurt yourself by breathing like that." She tells him, Harry listens and starts breathing as instructed.

What the ageless hunter didn't tell him was how impressed she was, the kid was fast, damn fast, he doesn't beat her top speed but then again he hasn't even started accessing the blessings past to him by blood. Not to mention the kid ran at top speed for almost 18 minutes, that was insane. She was honestly surprised he didn't puke.

After a few more minutes, after Harry had gotten his breathing under control and Atalanta had him sip some water he asks her if they were done. All The Huntress did was laugh before telling Harry, "What are you talking about kiddo, that was just the warm-up." With an all too vicious smile.

All Harry could do was groan.

Notes:

Surprised update bitches!

Honestly, I stopped here because there will be time Jumping through some months and this was a good place to stop as I set them up and think them out.

How did y'all like my Snape, he's a pity asshole but it's more of how much he thinks Lilly would be disappointed with her son. He has no right to think or judge that, but he's gonna do it anyway, also no, Snape has no idea Harry has been living with Petunia, but that will come out later on.

Next is basically a training montage with a few month's worth of a time skip, should be fun.

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