Heir to the Moon (V2)

II.XI Saturnalia

The sun had just begun to rise on the morning of December 21st, casting a warm orange glow over the campsite in Wales. It had been several days since the intense battle with the forsaken, and Harry was finally able to take a moment to relax by the campfire. He sat hunched over his Potions textbook from Hogwarts, scribbling notes and muttering spells under his breath.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped out of his concentration. Turning to see who it was, he saw Artemis, the goddess of the moon, standing behind him with a smile. "Hello, mum," Harry said with a grin.

"Harry, are you ready for today?" Artemis asked.

"What's happening today?" Harry replied.

"Today is two things," Artemis began. "Firstly, my Roman aspect will be introducing you to the Romans. Just remember that they're a bit more serious than the Greeks, and you cannot disclose information about Camp Jupiter to anyone at Camp Half-Blood and vice-versa."

"And the other thing?" Harry inquired.

"There will also be a Winter Solstice meeting on Olympus this evening," Artemis explained. "But don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to get ready before then."

"Okay, mum," Harry said as he closed his Potions textbook and made his way back to his tent, excitement building for what lay ahead.

He surveyed the inside of his tent, taking in the scattered belongings and wrinkled clothes. With a sigh, he knew he needed to make himself presentable for the upcoming event. Scanning through his limited wardrobe options, he decided to transform into his female form. Closing his eyes, he focused on morphing his body until it resembled that of a carbon copy of Artemis.

With smooth and practiced movements, Harry slipped into a shimmering silver dress. The garment was simple yet elegant, falling in a subtle A-line cut with a demure neckline. The fabric caught the light and glistened in a way that exuded both grace and sophistication. Completing the look with black ballet flats, she stepped out of the tent.

"Are you ready, Harry?" asked Diana.

"I am, Mother," replied Harry confidently.

Now this is not the first time Harry has seen Artemis's Roman form of Diana. But this is the first time she can spot the differences. While Artemis preferred to appear younger, Diana while still looking beautiful with the full grace and beauty of a goddess liked to appear older and more militaristic.

Diana grabbed Harry by her shoulder and in a flash of silver light they flashed away to the Wolf house.

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Arriving at the Wolf House, the place where Roman demigods were often introduced to the harsher aspects of their heritage, Harry, now fully transformed, felt a surge of nervous energy. The structure was grand and imposing, a stark contrast to the more whimsical and eclectic buildings of Camp Half-Blood. The Wolf House was steeped in history and discipline, its walls adorned with battle standards and ancient Roman inscriptions.

Diana led Harry through a series of corridors, each turn revealing more of the disciplined life that the Roman demigods led. Their footsteps echoed in the quiet halls, occasionally passing a legionnaire who nodded in respect to Diana but gave Harry curious glances.

Finally, they reached a large, ornate door carved with scenes of Roman conquests and mythology. Diana paused, turning to Harry with a solemn expression. "Harry, though this door is my friend, Lupa, let me do the talking. Remember to behave you are my Heir, I expect you to act like it."

Diana opened the door, and they stepped into a vast chamber illuminated by torchlight. The room was circular, with a high domed ceiling and rows of marble columns lining the perimeter. At the center, on a raised dais, sat Lupa, the wolf goddess and protector of Rome. Her eyes, bright and penetrating, immediately fixed on Harry.