Harry, Bella, Hermione, and Freya appeared in the lobby of St Mungo's.
"Where is my host's daughter?" Freya asked, looking skeptically at the receptionist.
"A few floors up. You can't Apparate directly into a ward." Hermione explained politely to the Norse goddess.
Freya pursed her lips but nodded slowly.
"Alright. Lead the way, Midgardians." Freya said rather haughtily. Harry and Bella exchanged glances, but Bella set off and Harry and Hermione followed with Freya taking up the rear. They led her up to the Janus Thickey ward, and then they walked in to see Astoria's father sitting by her bedside.
Harry's eyes flew straight to Astoria, though. She looked worse than ever, devoid of all color and horrifically skinny.
"Emma! Thank Merlin, where have you been?" Victor Greengrass exhaled.
"I am not Emma." Freya spoke coldly.
"Mr. Greengrass, this is Freya, Norse goddess of magic and fertility." Harry introduced quickly.
Victor's eyes widened.
"I brought her here to heal your daughter." Harry explained, "Where's Isis?"
"The scantily clad goddess turned to golden mist about an hour ago." Victor reported. Harry touched his heart, trying to reach out to Isis, and while he could feel her presence within him, it was very weak. Keeping Astoria alive had obviously been very hard on her, considering her magic was ill-equipped to handle a Norse blood curse.
"Alright. Freya, could you please heal her now?" Harry requested.
"All of you Midgardians must leave me in peace." Freya said firmly. Then, the oddest expression appeared on her face and her head twitched a little. She looked at Harry.
"My host requests you stay. The rest of you should leave." Freya declared.
"Alright. We'll go and get some drinks from the cafe downstairs." Bella said, touching Harry's shoulder. Harry's godmother gave him a look that clearly said 'be careful'.
Victor looked a little wounded, but left with Bella and Hermione.
Freya extended her hands and they lit up with white light, a stark contrast from the gold mist that came from Isis' hands.
Freya's irises turned glowing white, too, and she lifted a few inches off the floor, her hair lifting up into a golden cloud around her head.
Ancient chanting began from Freya's lips, and it seemed to reverberate in Harry's bones. As Harry watched, the light around Freya's hands shaped into runes, runes that looked like an eye with a scythe running vertically through it.
"Hense" Freya spoke in an echoing voice, and there was a bright flash of white light that briefly blinded Harry. When the light cleared, Harry looked down at Astoria and tears filled his eyes.
She was still unconscious, but her color had returned and she was no longer dreadfully skinny. She may have been a little skinnier and her hair a little lighter than its' usual dark luster, but that was minor stuff.
"She is not fully healed, it will be several days of healing required, but I have undone the worst of the curse. Now, she simply needs healing rest. I assume even you Midgardians can provide her that?" Freya asked arrogantly.
"Yes." Harry said simply, and then he lunged. Like he had hoped, Freya was weakened from the healing. Harry tackled Freya to the ground, fumbling in his pocket for his wand. He drew it out, touched it to her temple while she struggled to break free and began to speak the incantation he needed, but Freya let out a Norse shout and Harry flew backwards.
He crashed into the wall and fell down hard to the ground. Harry struggled to get back up onto his hands and knees, coughing while his head spun, but he dimly heard another shout from Freya and he slammed back into the wall, but this time he didn't fall, he hung there, suspended.
Freya walked closer, her hands and eyes once again glowing. There was inhuman apathy in those eyes, Harry saw, and he didn't like seeing it in Emma's face.
It felt like a great weight was pressing against Harry's chest, but he managed to choke out a word, trying to channel all his magic into this word. Harry had no idea where his wand had fallen, and performing wandless magic was no easy feat for an adult, much less a student who was barely in third year.
Harry tried again, to no avail. He mustered all of his mental strength and looked down at Astoria.
"To try to rob me of my body… you shall pay in Helheim!" Freya seethed, looking positively unhinged.
"LEGILIMENS!" Harry roared, and there was a loud whooshing sound in his ears before everything went quiet.
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Harry opened his eyes to realize he was laying in several inches of snow. He sat up in confusion, looking around at his surroundings. He was in a snowstorm, and dark shapes loomed all around him. From the snow emerged a figure, a woman in battle armor that revealed some of her insanely large breasts and her flat stomach. She was full-figured, with pale gold hair, vivid blue eyes, the aforementioned enormous breasts, a tiny waist, wide, flaring hips, and a huge, round ass. She had on a blue feathered cloak.
Somehow, Harry recognized her as Freya. She had a spear on her back, the tip of which was covered in blood.
In her hand, Freya held a scorched elk horn. The snow and wind whipped at Freya's hair and she fell to her knees and let out a anguished scream.
It sounded like she was shouting her own name into the snowstorm, but… no, it wasn't Freya, it was just Frey. Harry dimly remembered that Freya had a twin brother.
He guessed this was after Ragnarök, meaning Freya's brother was dead and Freya was the last surviving goddess.
Harry took a step back from Freya kneeling in the snow sobbing and the scene changed into a lantern-lit bedroom.
A blond guy with vivid blue eyes lounged naked on a bed, and then the door opened and Freya walked in just as naked. Her enormous breasts looked insane, and Freya walked towards the bed, smiling at her twin brother, Frey.
Freya laid atop her twin brother and the twins shared a loving kiss.
Harry looked on in amazement, never knowing Freya had had a similar relationship with her family as Harry had his. That hadn't come up in any of the books Harry had read on her while researching at Potter Manor.
Freya's hand slid down to her brother's cock, and Harry quickly stepped backwards, and the scene changed again.
This time, Freya stood in a thriving Fólkvangar, while students streamed past her on either side. They were clad in cloaks of gold or black, and those in gold looked much happier to see Freya, though all the male students looked at her in reverence.
Harry was watching curiously when a hand touched his shoulder, and there was a loud whooshing sound before Harry and Freya stood opposite each other on a snowy plain.
Freya was in her true form, not Emma's body.
"What did you do?" Freya asked, looking devastated.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.
"I have been stuck in my own mind, forced to relive my worst memories and dredging up ancient emotions." Freya explained, and Harry saw great sadness in her eyes.
"I saw a bit, too. I saw you in the snow after a battle crying over a horn of an elk. I saw you and your brother, Frey, together in bed. I saw you in Fólkvangar with a bunch of students." Harry explained.
"The horn was Frey's. He fought with it at Ragnarök, and it was all that was left of him after his fight with Surtr." Freya said quietly.
"You know what loss feels like, then. How could you rip Emma from us?" Harry questioned directly. Freya lowered her gaze.
"After Ragnarök, I withdrew to Vanaheim. I have been alone in that realm for hundreds of years. Maybe thousands. Who can say? Time passes strangely in other realms. I have done my best not to think about any of this, and I grew bitter. Angry." Freya explained, then looked away, "Lonely."
"Is that where your real body is? Vanaheim?" Harry wondered.
"Yes." Freya said simply, "I have been still for thousands of years until I heard my name invoked before the statue of me at Fólkvangar. It was built with an essence of me, allowing me to imbue part of my consciousness in it to commune with my current host."
"Yeah, is Emma OK? Her mind's still intact and everything?" Harry verified.
"Yes. She remains unharmed, but buried beneath my consciousness." Freya assured Harry.
"Right. You know, I don't believe you're a villain, but you need to return Emma. You can't have her, Freya, no matter how much damage you have." Harry said, and Freya met Harry's gaze.
"Emma… she has a family. I may not have realized it in my emotionless state, but that's why I wasn't willing to give her up. Because she had people who cared about her, people who wouldn't give up on her." Freya whispered, "And I couldn't give that up once I had it."
Harry looked at Freya sadly.
"You know, there's a goddess named Isis from Egypt. She was in a kind of similar situation to you, I think. She hasn't opened up to me much, but I think she was lonely, too. You don't have to take over someone's life to have people who care about you." Harry said. Freya stepped forwards and touched Harry's chest, right where he always touched to summon Isis.
"She has a powerful foothold in you, Harry." Freya said softly, "Why do you trust her?"
"She's trustworthy." Harry said simply.
Harry's green eyes met Freya's blue, and Freya's lips trembled.
"How do you feel about me switching hosts?" Freya asked quietly.
"To me? I'm not open to being possessed." Harry said firmly.
"No, I'm saying that I would do like Isis did. Leave a part of me inside you so we could commune." Freya explained.
Harry considered that.
"I'm OK with having a link to you, but you should come to Earth, leave Vanaheim. It doesn't sound like there's anything there for you." Harry suggested. Freya smiled.
"I owe you a lot, Harry. You awoke inside me the emotions I had lost centuries ago, the good and the bad. I've never felt so… human." Freya whispered the last word.
"Is that good?" Harry asked.
"That's amazing." Freya smiled, and Harry smiled back at her. There was a silver flash and Harry felt a warmth in his chest and the phantom sensation of arms encircling him and some enormous breasts pressing against his back, before it vanished.
The snowy plain around Harry began to liquify, and Harry was jolted back into the Janus Thickey ward, where Emma was slowly stirring right in front of him.
Harry could tell instantly she was Emma and not Freya, just by how she moved.
"You saved me." Emma whispered, then looked to Astoria laying asleep but recovering, "And her."
Emma lunged forwards, wrapped her arms around Harry and planted a sizzling kiss on his lips. Harry kissed Emma back, gathering the MILF blond onto his lap.