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Willow heavily considered throwing a book at her two friends. The ginger and brunette were at it now, and her patience was wearing thin. Next to her, Harry smiled sympathetically. In response, she shot a concerned look back. Willow could see the bandages wrapped around the emerald-eyed boy's wrist, and she knew what kind of injury resided underneath. 

A loud shout made her jump, and she saw Hermione jump up, furiously packing her bag. A groan made it out of her lips as she buried her face in her hands. Again, Ronald Weasley had blown off Hermione Granger to the library.

Before she could say anything, a bright flash the light of several supernovas filled the hall. A familiar warmth embraced her, and a yell was ripped out of her throat.

"EVERYBODY LOOK AWAY!"

The light soon died out, and she finally opened her eyes. A crowd of adults and teenagers were standing confused in the middle. Scanning the crowd, her eyes landed on snow white hair and dead purple eyes, and her lips tugged into a smile. 

She got up from the table, not even caring how all eyes went to her. The white-haired beauty walked forwards, once dead eyes now sparkling slightly. His arms opened in a gentle motion, and she walked forwards. A walk turned into a run, a run turned into a sprint, and a sprint turned into a hug. Her tanned arms wrapped around his torso, the same with his arms. 

Behind her, muttering had broken out. Why had Willow Potter, their prized student, hugged some random stranger? Many people, however, fawned over the snow-haired figure.

A cough separated the two, as their heads swerved to their left. A pale, short boy had gotten his attention. Black messy hair had been tied into a bun, his dark brown  eyes looked at them with amusement. He wore a dark shirt and jeans, and donned a brown aviator jacket. Smiling apologetically, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she picked him up easily and spun him around.

"Hey! Put me down! I have a reputation!"

She lowered him down, an amused smile now making its way on her face.

"Nico, dear. You know better." 

The said boys face flushed a little at the endearment, his head lowered as his hair covered his eyes. Willow tapped the snow-haired shoulder, making him look at her. A silent conversation happened between, in which the blue-haired female tilted her head towards a certain Gryffindor. Once they were done, the snow-haired figure straightened up, their height now more pronounced.

"Harry Potter?"

All heads swerved towards the green-eyed boy, whose color drained from his face. His frantic eyes met Willow's cream ones, and she nodded in reassurance.

No one will hurt you

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Once again, Harry's thumb ran over what remained of his punishment. Ever since he'd been called up by the mysterious person (he honestly couldn't tell if they were  a boy or a girl), his mind had been blown wide open. 

The Minister, the Weasleys, the Malfoys, and many other people had been summoned. Some sported unusual hair colors, others with unworldly eye color. He was sure a few of them even had wings.

Their once grand Great Hall had been reduced to a comfort room. Couches, beanbags, and hammocks were strewn across the walls in a circular shape, and a pile of books sat on the lap of the white-haired person.

Dumbledore was sitting at an uncomfortable looking table, his wand now floating with many others, like a strange chandelier. His attention went back to the purple-eyed beauty. They sat in a black beanbag, a smaller, raven-haired figure curled up at their side. 

"Well, I believe that's sorted out."

Their soft voice rang out in the shocked silence, and a loud voice rang out.

"What in the bloody hell was that?!"

All heads snapped to the now red-faced brunette that was Hermione. Her fists were clenched at her side, and her eyes were hardened into a deadly glare. 

"You-you're some sort of Dark Witch aren't you?"

The air stilled as Hermione's angry breathing filled the room. The new arrivals all glanced at the now stoic-faced albino. Finally, they spoke up.

"No, I am not. I fear that I'm not female either."

"Impossible! Men should not have long hair." Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Bill wince. 

"Again, girl. I am not a Dark Witch."

"No you are." Hermione's eyes traveled to Dumbledore. "Headmaster, is she-"

"He."

This time, the interjection came from the now shaking ravenette beside the albino. "His preferred pronouns are he, unless your brain is too small to process that simple act of basic respect."

Hermione's face turned even more red, if possible. Though, Harry didn't know whether to laugh or to jump in. 

"That is enough." He flinched, as did the rest of the hall. The males once soft voice had reached a tone of irritation and plain anger.

"Nico, calm down." A hand was placed on Nico's shoulder, before the males face turned to Hermione. "Girl, you are getting on my nerves. Apparently, either your parents never taught you manners or-" he shot a look at an Asian guy sitting beside a dark-skinned girl, and he covered the girls ears before covering Nico's ears. "- your head was too much up your ass to pay attention."

A collective gasp rang out through the Gryffindor table, and one escaped Hermione. "You bitch!" Hermione's shrill voice rang out through the air, and many glares from the new arrivals aimed at her. Shockingly enough, it didn't shut her up. 

"Girl." The albino's tone was icy cold. "I believe you are mistaken. I am no bitch. I am a god." 

A change came over the males body. He glowed and stretched, until his head hit the ceiling. Once it died down, Harry's jaw dropped. 

The male was dressed in a royal purple silk robe. A pair of wings adorned him, in the pattern of the cosmos, shifting like the ceiling above his head. A sort of halo circled around his head, stars hanging off of it like some sort of nursery device. He would have pointed it out if not the menacing aura that the god held.

"I am Sage, God of Magic, Stars, Souls, Emotions, Foresight, Death, Gravity, and the Underworld. You dare provoke me, the reason why you exist?"

Hermione's eyes were wide in shock, and she stumbled back. Whimpers and stutters escaped her lips, but she stood frozen until Ron pulled her down. 

A smile graced its way onto Sage's face as he shrunk down to size, and remained seated on the bean bag. 

"Well, I believe that's sorted out. Now may we continue?"

His slender fingers tugged at the folds of the envelope, and a golden projection shot out of it. A figure sprouted out, and Harry's breath caught in his throat.

Oh shit, the guy with clouds for hair doesn't look happy.

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"My dear gods and fellow mortals, my name is Void. Some of you might've heard of me, but that is not my objective."

Maybe it was the fact that you could only see one of the goddesses eyes, but she seemed pretty mysterious and creepy. 

"I am not a Greek god, nor a Roman god." They shot a pointed look at Zeus."I am an Egyptian God. I may look female, but I prefer They/them pronouns. But that's enough about me. Today is very special. 

As you may not know, dear Hekate has made a pocket dimension. The...school you are at is where mortals learn her ways. Today, we look into the life of Harry Potter, an exclusive choice of Mother Myxicus."

And with that, the envelope closed again, leaving a shocked silence in it's wake.

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This book has been heavily inspired by ynpeverell's Heliophilia.

Make sure to check out the og!!!!!! (EDIT: Holy fuck I meant Heliophilia, damn you autocorrect-)