Fandom: Harry Potter x Greek and Roman Mythology

Summary: Harry meets a Slytherin prefect when Hagrid takes him to Diagon Alley that first time.

“Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin,” Hagrid is saying rather darkly. “There’s not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin.”

“Well that’s just hurtful, Mr. Hagrid,” Someone interjects out of the blue, and Harry almost drops his ice-cream from surprise.

He spins around, and then he has to crane his head up to take in the lanky teen standing behind them. He looks to be quite a few years older than Harry, with a head of dark curls and grey eyes that remind Harry of the stormy sea that surrounded the hut that Uncle Vernon dragged them to. He’s not dressed in wizard robes; in fact, that white shirt looks normal- Muggle, but the pants don’t look like they’re made of any fabric Harry’s seen before.

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Roman Luna on a Globe Statuette, 2nd-3rd Century AD

Luna was the personification of the moon, equivalent to Greek Selene, often shown as an aspect of the Roman triple goddess (diva triformis), along with Proserpina and Hecate. Her billowing robes represent the endless forward motion of the goddess in her celestial chariot, while the silver detailing of the figure evokes moonlight.  Her chief temple was on the Aventine Hill in Rome.

Her Greek name means “light’ or radiance” and she was the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia, and sister to Helios, the sun god, and Eos, goddess of the dawn. Several lovers are attributed to her in various myths, including Zeus, Pan, and the mortal Endymion. In classical times, Selene was often identified with Artemis, much as her brother, Helios, was identified with Apollo. The poet Aeschylus calls Selene “the eye of the night” and other ancient literary references describe her the “bright and beautiful haired.” The Orphic Hymns give Selene horns and a torch, describing her as “all-seeing”, “all-wise”, a lover of horses and of vigilance, and a “foe of strife” who “gives to Nature’s works their destined end”. Paired with her brother Helios, Selene adorned the east pediment of the Parthenon, where the two framed a scene depicting the birth of Athena, with Helios driving his chariot rising from the ocean on the left, and Selene and her chariot descending into the sea on the right.

From Pausanias, we learn that Selene and Helios also framed the birth of Aphrodite on the base of the Statue of Zeus at Olympia. There are indications of a similar framing by Selene and Helios of the birth of Pandora on the base of the Athena Parthenos. Selene also appears on horseback as part of the Gigantomachy frieze of the Pergamon Altar. Due to her association with the moon she was the tutelary deity of magicians and sorcerers.

Fandom: Harry Potter x Greek and Roman Mythology

Summary: Harry gets Sorted. And then makes a friend.

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Okay, I know some people are practically getting eyestrain from trying to read these on tumblr so here’s an easier version to read. If you can stand the eyestrain or it doesn’t bother you, read on:

“Ah, you’ve met them then,” The Sorting Hat’s gravelly voice murmurs in his ear, and it sounds seconds away from laughter. “Or at least three of them. More unique individuals you’ll never meet. And Metis’ mind alone - Rowena and Salazar would’ve salivated.”

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Give me a MYTHOLOGICAL figure and I will answer
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  • Favorite story
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  • if you could say one thing to them
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by oneiriad

The day her mother gives birth to a horse is the day Persephone decides that she really needs a plan.

Words: 5673, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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i. you are a porcelain boy who can be torn with just a little tap and he stands so tall; you can hardly see him at first. people look right through you to snatch a quick look at him but he asks you your name and when he says it, you think you might have found a place to feel at rest- inside the melody bouncing off his chest.

ii. he is expected to hold too many hearts in his hands one day, but he already has yours. you should be afraid but you watch, and watch, and watch, and do not mind if he holds it too tight.

iii. there are no words that could keep you away from him. no twisted forms of letters in any damn language that could get you to stop kissing him. they yell, protect yourself. you ask, from what? love is not something i will hide from.

iv. darkness tries to blind you but light glows from his skin on bed sheets, in tents, hiding away for the night. during the day, red bleeds but you forget about those horrid colours when you look at the soft blue shore in his eyes and feel the twirl of waves from his body against yours. swoosh, splash, a gentle touch here and there and you wonder how your soft hands could make the beat of his breath sound like a song, a beautiful song. nothing that happens beneath sunlight matters and the moon holds everything better.

v. love was never something you wanted to hide from so you fight, and face the daytime horrors with a courage beating through you that you have never felt before. for him, you know you would do it all. you would swim through the oceans and fight though every battle a spear throws at you; even if it means that you will jump right into a sea of your own blood. you look death right in the eyes and whisper, i will not be afraid. for him, i will not be afraid.

vi. when you fall, you do not mind. your heart does not ache and feet do not shake. the only thing that hurts is him. you can hear the thunder booming in his heart. you wonder, can he breathe through the storm that he lets fall from his eyes? he is a walking hurricane and causing organs to shake in the hands he once touched you with. he is a walking tornado and spins different bodies into corpses with just a twirl. he is a walking monster now, just because of you, because your lips do not tingle when he presses his mouth against yours.

vii. you were a porcelain boy. a simple underdog but to him, you were a kaleidoscope of the hearts desire. he tore apart the world for a heart that no longer pounded. he tore apart the word for you. his name was heard from every corner while yours only appeared when his did. you were never anyone but through his eyes, you were everything and in the end, that was all you ever needed.

- you fall in love with the ones who make even bleeding appear beautiful. you fall in love with him. (ms)


According to Greco-Roman mythology, Arachne was a great weaver who boasted that her skill was greater than that of Athena, goddess of wisdom, weaving, and strategy. Arachne was born a shepherd’s daughter and began weaving at a early age. When Arachne refused to acknowledge that her skill came, in part at least, from the goddess, Athena took offense and set up a contest between the two. Presenting herself as an old lady, she approached the boasting girl and warned: “You can never compare to any of the gods. Plead for forgiveness and Athena might spare your soul”. “Ha, I only speak the truth and if Athena thinks otherwise then let her come down and challenge me herself,” Arachne replied. Athena removed her disguise and appeared in shimmering glory, clad in sparkling white chiton. The two began weaving straight away. Both were very skilled with a loom, but clearly Athena was better and swifter. Athena’s weaving represented four separate contests between mortals and the gods in which the gods punished mortals for setting themselves as equals of the gods. Arachne’s weaving depicted ways that the gods had misled and abused mortals, particularly Zeus’ tricking and sexually abusing of many women. Athena saw that Arachne has insulted the gods and ripped Arachne’s work into shreds. Arachne hung herself. Moved to mercy, Athena gave Arachne life, but sprinkled her with Hecate’s potion, turning her into a spider and cursing her and her descendants to weave for all time.

But seriously, think about it

If we take the first letter of each month:



and the letter before his name is a J for June, which is close to Juno

“Juno, the Roman form of Hera, was made Jason’s guardian to placate the indignant goddess and Jupiter went even as far as to name his newborn son after his wife’s favorite hero, Jason.”

88 constellations are officially recognized by the International Astronomical Union. An informal inventory of night sky inhabitants finds 36 mythological animals or beasts (such as a dragon, sea goat and a unicorn), 30 inanimate objects ranging from a mountain and a river to a telescope, eight birds, 10 men and 3 women.

Probably the most unusual of the 88.. we could call it a wig.. is officially known as Coma Berenices, or Berenice’s Hair.

Berenice was a real person who, in 246 BC, married her cousin, Ptolemy III Euergetes (Hyginus says she was his sister, but that was a different Berenice). Berenice was reputedly a great horsewoman who had already distinguished herself in battle.

Hyginus, who deals with the star group under Leo in his Poetic Astronomy, tells the following story.

It seems that a few days after their marriage Ptolemy set out to attack Asia. Berenice vowed that if he returned victorious she would cut off her hair in gratitude to the gods. On Ptolemy’s safe return, the relieved Berenice carried out her promise and placed her hair in the temple dedicated to her mother Arsinoë (identified after her death with Aphrodite) at Zephyrium near the modern Aswan. But the following day the tresses were missing.

What really happened to them is not recorded, but Conon of Samos, a mathematician and astronomer who worked at Alexandria, pointed out the group of stars near the tail of the lion, telling the king that the hair of Berenice had gone to join the constellations.

In reality, the disappearance of the hair and its subsequent ‘discovery’ among the stars was most likely staged to glorify Ptolemy and his queen among their subjects. The story was mythologized by the court poet Callimachus in his popular poem called Lock of Berenice.

Can you spot the hair on this picture of Isis painting a 36cm Celestial Globe?
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