The Weasley’s and Potter’s sat at the dining table enjoying a family get together. Ron ate his chicken wings like there was no tomorrow. Hermione and Ginny were gossiping about Neville and the kids were fooling around upstairs. Harry for some reason was feeling a bit strange. He could sense that something was wrong. Ginny looked at him “Honey, is there something bothering you?” He looked at her with his green eyes “Nothing” he said. Ginny knew that something was up with Harry but didn’t give it much thought. James and Albus Potter ran down the stairs arguing. Rose Weasley walked behind them, her head stuck inside a book, just like her mother. “Dad, tell Albus to stop acting like a moron” James pleaded. They began pulling at each others hair. Ginny and Hermione went to sort the two out. Harry looked at the rest of the family ‘What’s wrong?’ he wondered. He looked into the fire place and that’s when their world turned upside down. A person with winged sandals and a staff looked at them “I am looking for a Mr. Potter” he announced. Ron finally looked up from his plate “Bloody Hell!” Harry stepped forward “That would be me” he said calmly. He was very nervous. Who was this guy? The god looked at him and smiled weakly. “I am Hermes, messenger of the gods and god of travelers and thieves” Ron looked at him “So, you want to steal Harry?” he asked with sauce dripping down his chin. The god shook his head and waved his hand “You are needed by the gods” he said. Harry looked down at his feet and a cloud of blue was slowly eating at his body. Hermione and Ginny ran to him, so did Albus and James. One minute the 5 were there, and the next minute they were gone...