It All started with a big bang
Summary: Harry potter is actually the child of the gods. While being a demigod he is also the child of two mortals. What will happen with him having these powers?
Hello, my name is Harry Potter. I am the child of a witch and a wizard and am very powerful. So powerful in fact, that I rival the most powerful mage- dark or otherwise- in over 600 years. My mother's name is Lily and my father's name is James. I have three younger siblings. That is just one side of my life.
On the other side I am the claimed demigod of Poseidon and Athena. I have been going to camp half-blood since I was four years old. I go for half the year. You see, what happened is that, both of… the higher beings (I don't want to insult one by naming god or goddess first) decided that my parents would make a good demi-god child. However, both-being the caring beings they sometimes are- decided to posses the same gender as them mortals. Neither could detect the other's power because they didn't want to be seen- or felt- possessing a mortal.
However, there are a lot of good things in my life. Including, but not limited to, incredible intelligence thanks to my moms and very minor god like powers, thanks to my awesome dads. My wizard dad is from one of the most powerful-politically, magically, and spiritually- families. My god dad is ruler of the ocean. Me, being who I am, got control over all water. My witch mother is a descendant of the great Rowena Ravenclaw child of Ares. She is also a charms master (mistress?) and also very magically powerful.
This is my story.
I lived a happy childhood. Well, I did until about one year, and three months. It was, at that point of time, that the big, bad 'all powerful' moldy shorts decided that the one year old that could beat him hadn't gotten enough dark mage attention. So he decided to fix that. My stupid, stupid mortal parents thought they could trust the most cowardly person in my dad's group of friends from school. They put up a charm around the house to protect those that were inside. They trusted Pettigrew to keep the secret (as the secret keeper) and not tell someone like Voldemort. In other words, as soon as Pettigrew could tell the secret, he went out and told the one they were supposed to be hiding from.
My godly parents found out that their precious child was endanger so went out and protected me… from an unstoppable curse. I became known as The-Boy-Who-Lived. And aren't I just exited!? Not as much as you would think.
One of the most powerful Wizards in England decided to put me with my aunt and uncle. Even though he knew that they would both probably hate me. So, for the next 2 years, and nine months I was kept under a staircase and did most of the chores.
Yo, peeps. This is my newest story. I haven't thought of where to go with my other one. This had suddenly come to me, so... here it is. I hope you all have a good day/night.
- BankaiChaos LoD
