NOVEL NEXT Chapter 18: CH 18
each other. This I can tell from my own domain. Tell me then, why would I not treat him properly when his existence is, for once, not an affront to my domain?"
Zeus seemed to cower without physically moving, which Harry thought was a major accomplishment. At the same time, he was marveling! He knew his parents were married, the Dursleys had said so, but to hear it confirmed was wonderful! And they had loved each other, and they had loved him! The Goddess of Family Love had said so!
With Zeus silent, Hera turned back to Harry. " You have nothing to fear from me, young Harry. As I said, for once there's a proper demigod."
Harry smiled tentatively. "Ehm… Miss Hera? Do you know anything more about my parents? They died when I was very little, and the… and they only said my parents died in a car crash."
Hera could read between the lines, and her eyes tightened. "Unfortunately, Harry, my domain extends only to family love and marriage. I can tell your parents were married, and I can tell they loved you and each other, as that falls within the bonds of familiar love, but I can't tell you more."
"Oh," Harry said, feeling rather disappointed. He offered the goddess a smile regardless. "Thank you anyway. I'm glad they loved me."
There were some mutters from the other gods that were cut off rather sharply when Hera shifted her looks from him to them. When the room was silent, she focused on Harry again. "Never doubt that, Harry. The Queen of the Gods guarantees it."
He smiled back. "Thank you, Miss Hera."
Hestia was smiling. "I am glad to see that your normal animosity towards demigods doesn't extend towards Harry," she told her younger sister.
Hera actually seemed to pout, although Harry was sure she'd deny it later. "I'm not that bad, sister."
Hestia just kept smiling. "Of course not, sister," she said, although her tone belied her words. Harry looked from one to the other, and he was sure Hera was pouting at Hestia.
"Come, Harry, I'll introduce you to my second brother," the Goddess of the Hearth said, leading Harry to a man seated on a fisherman's chair. He had jet-black hair and sea green eyes, and looked like he smiled and laughed a lot. "Harry, this is my middle brother, Poseidon, God of the Seas, and Father of Horses. Poseidon, this is Harry Potter."
Harry suddenly felt very out of place. "All of the seas?" he wondered, feeling nervousness creep upon him.
Hestia laughed gently. " Yes, Harry, every sea and every ocean," she confirmed. "There's no reason to be nervous, Poseidon has calmed down substantially from the tales you read."
The boy looked up at the god, who was smiling gently, and did indeed look welcoming. "Hi Mister Poseidon," Harry said, trying to muster his strength. "I've stayed away from your seas, I promise."
Poseidon blinked. Hestia froze, suddenly realizing that she was going to have to restrain her temper again.
"What do you mean, Harry?" Poseidon asked, abruptly looking rather intense. Harry could smell something salty in the air. It smelled nice; he'd never smelled it before.
"The… they… told me that I would poison the sea if I got near it, so they left me behind
when they went to the coast," Harry said, timidly. "I don't mean to poison your seas, Mister Poseidon, I promise!"
Suddenly Harry felt very small, and Poseidon felt very large. The air got thick to breathe. The god before him drew a deep breath and seemed to calm himself down. "Harry," he said, firmly yet gently, "there is nothing about you that would poison the ocean. Everyone who respects it is welcome to enjoy its bounties. I would like to know who told you those lies."
Hestia placed a calm hand on Harry's shoulder, who seemed to be unable to believe what he was hearing. "Harry, what have I told you about listening to what those horrid people have told you?"
"Not to?" Harry offered.
Hestia gently squeezed his shoulder. "So why are you listening to them?" she asked, still offering gentle support.
Harry shrugged. "I just didn't want to mess up Mister Poseidon's oceans. I heard lots of good things about them." "Are you the Goddess of Gardens too?" Harry asked. "The… they… made me tend to
their garden. I didn't like weeding much, but I liked how pretty the roses were."
Demeter smiled gently at the boy. "Every plant has its purpose, Harry," she explained gently. "While weeds as you call them may not appear helpful, they do put new food into the ground for other plants to absorb. And I agree with you, roses can be very pretty when tended well."
Harry smiled; he liked the Goddess of Agriculture. Hestia guided him on. She seemed reluctant to introduce him to the next god, and Harry was wondering why. So far, he'd liked the gods and goddesses she has introduced him to. Well, he had liked all except Mister Zeus, who cheated on his wife with a woman that wasn't even as pretty as her!
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