Location: Mount Olympus – The Shattered Throne Room
Time had forgotten Olympus.
Its temples were dust, its statues cracked, and its gods long silent. But beneath the rubble, in the veins of marble and gold, power still pulsed. Ancient. Primal. Waiting.
And now, it stirred.
Lightning arced across the ruined mountaintop, dancing like fire across broken columns. From the fractured sky, a single figure descended—cloak of stormclouds trailing behind him, fists clenched in thunder.
Harry Potter had come to awaken the gods.
A Warning from the Past
Eira and Jean waited at the base of the mountain, watching as the wind howled against the ancient shields.
"He shouldn't go alone," Eira said, worry threading her voice.
"He's not," Jean replied, eyes glowing faintly. "The gods are watching. They remember him, even if he doesn't remember them all yet."
The air shimmered behind them.
A portal opened.
Kratos stepped through.
Older now. Scarred by countless worlds. But his eyes still burned with purpose.
"If Potter fails," Kratos said, "they will not awaken. They will rage."
"And if he succeeds?" Eira asked.
"Then the multiverse gains its oldest weapons."
The Throne of Zeus
Harry reached the summit.
There, cracked in half, sat the Throne of Zeus—splintered by war, yet humming with restrained fury. Around it stood the Statues of the Twelve, their eyes once blind, now watching.
"I am Harry, son of no single god," he said into the silence. "Heir to Olympus, to Asgard, to the Multiverse itself."
"I carry the Deathflame, the Hallows, and the sword of Arthur. But I did not come to take your place."
He placed his wand—now fused with the staff of Merlin—at the foot of the throne.
"I came to remember you."
Lightning struck.
And the statues moved.
The Trial of the Twelve
One by one, the gods stepped down from stone and into form.
Zeus first, his eyes burning like suns.
"Who are you to summon us?"
"Your legacy," Harry said. "Your heir. The last chance for Olympus to rise not in conquest—but in protection."
Hera stepped forward, robes flowing like smoke.
"You speak of peace. Yet carry the weapons of war."
"Because peace is never given," Harry said. "It must be defended."
Ares laughed—a deep, booming sound like crashing shields.
"Then prove it, boy."
The gods encircled him.
Twelve challenges.
Twelve tests.
Each pulled from the deepest truths of his soul.
Artemis forced him to face the loneliness of immortality.
Apollo tested his hope with a vision of the last star dying.
Poseidon drowned him in memories of everyone he'd ever failed.
But he stood.
Bled.
Endured.
At last, Athena stepped forward.
"You are not just our heir. You are our echo. You carry all we were, and all we failed to be."
"Then help me become more," Harry said.
And she smiled.
Rise, Godchild
Zeus lifted his hands.
The clouds bowed.
Thunder roared.
"Harry Potter. Child of Fate. Flame of the Hallows. You have passed the Trial."
Each god stepped forward.
One by one, they offered a gift:
From Ares, the strength to fight unending war.
From Hestia, the power to heal.
From Hermes, the speed to race time.
From Demeter, dominion over growth and decay.
From Poseidon, command of the oceans.
From Zeus, mastery of the storm.
From Athena, the wisdom to wield it all.
As the last spark settled into his chest, Harry fell to one knee.
Not in weakness.
But in reverence.
"Olympus rises," he whispered.
And the sky answered.
The Echo of Asgard
Back at the Garden of Echoes, a strange storm began to form—not of clouds, but of runes. Each one glowing with Norse power, ancient and furious.
Kratos looked to the heavens.
"It's time."
Asgard had heard Olympus rise.
And it would not be silent.
Far Across the Multiverse…
In the ruins of a shattered timeline, the Veilwraith twisted in amusement.
"So the boy awakens the gods."
It reached into the Forge of Forgotten Pantheons.
And there, it lit a spark.
One that belonged to no realm.
A forgotten god.
A child of rage.
A shadow of Kratos… without restraint.
"Let us see what happens," it whispered, "when Olympus meets its opposite."