ALL NOVEL Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Chapter 2:
A few nights later, the house finally settled into a quiet hum, the kind that felt almost too peaceful for two new parents. James and Lily were left alone with their newborn son, Harry, after the chaotic post-baby celebrations. James had practically had to wrestle Sirius out of the room, his best friend stubbornly refusing to leave his godson's side.
"Come on, Padfoot! He'll be fine! Just a few hours of peace!" James exclaimed, shoving Sirius out the door.
"But he's my godson! What if he needs me?!" Sirius shot back, looking like he was about to launch into a dramatic speech.
"Trust me, he's asleep, and if he wakes up, I'll call you, I promise! Now go!" James said, giving one last push as Sirius finally relented, dramatically flinging himself out the door.
With the door closed and the house quiet, James and Lily exchanged glances, each grappling with the weight of their secrets. It was like an invisible game of chicken, and neither wanted to flinch first.
"Lily, I—" James started, his voice trailing off, unsure of how to begin.
"James, I really need to tell you something," Lily interjected, her voice steady, though she was clearly nervous. "But first…"
They both took a deep breath, a silent agreement passing between them. "We should swear," James said. "Just to make sure."
"Right, together then," Lily nodded, determination lighting up her eyes.
They raised their wands, a slight tremor of magic sparking in the air. "On three?" Lily suggested.
"One… two… three!" they said in unison, the magical energy swirling around them like it was trying to eavesdrop.
"By the magic that flows through me, I swear that what I am about to say is the truth," they declared, the words ringing with the kind of intensity that could only come from serious revelations.
Lily took a deep breath, the kind that might have been more dramatic if this were a movie. "James, there's something you need to know. I wasn't always Lily Evans. I was Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. Zeus punished me for… well, let's say my aggressive tendencies with male demigods. He turned me human and sealed away my memories until Harry was born. So, Harry is a demigod."
James blinked, momentarily processing the information. "Wait, a demigod? Like, a real one? That's incredible!" His enthusiasm was palpable, though a part of him was still stuck on the "goddess" part.
"Exactly! He has divine blood!" Lily said, her excitement contagious.
James chuckled, shaking his head. "But, you know, technically, you need at least one mortal parent for the child to be considered a demigod."
Lily frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?"
James swallowed hard, feeling like he was about to reveal the most embarrassing secret in the universe. "Well, here's the thing. I'm Loki, the god of mischief. I snuck away from Asgard after lying to my mother, Frigga, about going to Vanaheim. I wanted to escape the constant comparisons to Thor and experience a normal life. I sealed away my memories until I had a child with someone I truly loved."
Lily stared at him, her mouth slightly agape as she processed this bombshell. "You're Loki? The Loki?"
"Yup, that's me," he said, trying to sound nonchalant while inside he felt like a firework about to explode.
They fell into a stunned silence, the reality of their revelations sinking in like a stone in water. Not just ordinary parents—oh no—they were divine beings tangled in a fate more chaotic than either could have imagined.
As they looked at each other, the enormity of it all felt both terrifying and exhilarating. They weren't just starting a family; they were embracing a legacy, one filled with gods, myths, and all the unpredictable fun that came with it. And honestly, it was going to be one wild ride.
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As the quiet settled around them, Lily took a deep breath, trying to wrap her head around the cosmic mess they'd just unveiled. She glanced at Harry, who was blissfully asleep in his crib, blissfully unaware that his parents were practically gods—just like something out of a mythology textbook.
"Okay, let's unpack this," she said, half-smirking. "So you're Loki, the god of mischief, and I'm Artemis, the goddess of hunting, except we're stuck in a human body. And our son? He might have a divine pedigree?"
James rubbed the back of his neck, a goofy smile creeping onto his face. "Right? You know, the Marauders had a shrine to me in our Hogwarts dorm. Can you believe it? I pranked myself before I even knew who I really was!"
Lily couldn't help but laugh. "That's honestly the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You created a shrine to a god of mischief and now you're living it! If only you and the others knew that you were praying to yourself without even knowing it."
"Right? Can you imagine their faces? 'Oh hey, remember that time we asked Loki for a prank to go off? Surprise, I'm your best mate!'" James chuckled, but the humor faded as the weight of their situation settled in. "But seriously, it makes me think about the kind of legacy we're leaving for Harry."
Lily nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "We have to make sure he understands who he is without all the divine drama. Being the son of a trickster god and a huntress goddess has its challenges."
James leaned closer, his gaze turning serious. "And we need to protect him from anyone who might want to exploit that. I don't want him feeling the pressure of being the 'child of the gods.'"
"Right," Lily agreed. "We need to raise him as a normal boy—whatever that means for us! But honestly, I'm still wrapping my head around all this. What if he starts pulling tricks like you?"
James raised an eyebrow. "Oh, he will. Have you seen his face? That's the face of a future prankster!"
Lily laughed again, shaking her head. "Just remember, we can't let him turn into a mini-Loki. I don't think our hearts can handle two of you."
"Fair point," James said, grinning. "But let's be real: it's going to be epic. 'My mom and dad were both gods.' Talk about a family legend."
"Assuming we don't get into trouble first," Lily replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe we should write a handbook for parenting divine children?"
James nodded thoughtfully. "Step one: Don't make a shrine to yourself. Step two: Always expect the unexpected. And step three…" He leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, "never let Sirius babysit."
They both erupted into laughter, the tension of their revelations lifting like a summer storm. In that moment, they felt a little lighter, united in their chaotic journey ahead. Whatever challenges lay before them, they would face them together—one prank and one heartfelt conversation at a time.
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