Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, Percy Jackson and the Olympians belongs to Rick Riordan.
Summary: Gods seldom sleep with Witches or Wizards. Most simply believe this is because Hecate dislikes when the gods get involved with her people. But what if there was another reason? One that had been forgotten about by most. What if it was because this would bring about a new era? Major AU for both series. God like Harry.
It's a little known fact that gods don't often mix with those blessed by Hecate. Now a days this is believed to simply be because Hecate dislikes the gods interfering with her pet project. But this is not the full truth. The full truth has been almost forgotten, believed to just be myth to almost all that know of it. However many are about to find out that like most myths involving the Greek gods this one is very true.
Harry Potter, a young boy with messy black hair and emerald green eyes stared up at the ceiling through crooked broken glasses. Today was his twelfth birthday. Though no one seemed to realize this or care. His relatives had forced him into his room as there were important people coming over for a dinner with his uncle. His friends had seemingly forgotten all about him, having not wrote to him once this summer.
As Harry was lamenting his lack of contact with the wizarding world and his friends his mind wandered to what had taken place at the end of the year. He hadn't told anyone the full truth of what took place, having been able to process it completely at the time. He also felt that what he had done in the final moments of the battle against Quirrell hadn't been magic. At least not in the traditional sense, it had been something much more.
"You fool get the stone." The shade of Voldemort shouted at Quirrell as his hands burned from trying to touch Harry.
As Quirrell approached Harry again he held out his hand out in the stop motion. "STOP!" Harry shouted feeling a rush of power course through his body. He was surprised as the energy spread out from his hand to the world around him. Freezing Quirrell and everything else except Harry. The world also seemed to take on a strange gray quality.
As Harry slowly stood up a large white sword that resembled the minute hand of a clock appeared in his right hand. He stared at the sword for a moment wondering where it came from. For some reason it felt like it belonged in his hand. As if by instinct he knew how to use it. He swung slashing all the way through Quirrell as if his body were made of water. After that single stroke the sword disappeared and time resumed with Quirrell stumbling back before turning into a pile of ash.
The last thing Harry had remembered was the shade of Voldemort fleeing, and then later waking up in the Hospital Wing. He had told Dumbledore an altered version of the events that sounded more believable, if only barely. Something had told him to keep his newfound abilities a secret, at least for the time being. He felt even more assured of his decision when his extra curricular research into time manipulation led only to myths. Specifically myths about the Greek gods and the Titan Kronos.
Harry was pulled out of his musings by a loud bang. A strange creature with large bat like ears and tennis ball sized ears appeared in his room. It appeared to be wearing a pillowcase. The creature opened it's mouth about to say something before letting out a surprised gasp it's eyes widening. It dropped down into a very low bow.
"Dobby is so sorry sir. If Dobby had known, Dobby would never have interfered. Dobby had no idea that great Harry Potter was more then a Wizard. Dobby begs for forgiveness." The creature, apparently named Dobby, said with his head still bowed.
"Um...Dobby? You don't need to bow to me…. What did you mean 'more then a wizard'? Interfered with what? What are you?" Harry asked confused.
Dobby explained that he was a house elf and what house elves are. "Wizards not be normal mortals. Wizards be blessed by Lady Magic. They not be as powerful as godly children but still powerful. Gods not have many children with Wizards do to this. They fear the children be too powerful, they fear children be born as Nephilim." Dobby explained. "House Elves live off Magic, and we see the Magic. It is a gift Lady Magic gave us. Dobby sees that great Harry Potter sir have magic similar to the gods. If Dobby had known before, Dobby never would have taken great Harry Potter sirs mail to discourage him from returning to Hogwarts." Here Dobby pulled out a stack of letters and handed them to Harry.
At seeing all the letters from his friends that had been intercepted Harry had to take a few deep breaths to remain calm. "Dobby are you telling me that you think I'm a Nephilim?" Harry asked deciding to deal with that part of Dobby's explanation first. Dobby nodded his head rapidly in reply. "Can Nephilim do things that aren't common for wizards?" Another nod. Harry sighed and then thought about why Dobby had said he was taking Harry's letters. "Is something going to happen at Hogwarts? Is it related to Voldemort?"
Dobby hesitated and seemed to shutter at the name before replying. "No not related to You-Know-Who. But Harry Potter sir must be careful. Even though he is powerful Harry Potter sir must be careful when he returns to Hogwarts."
"So you aren't going to try and persuade me from going back? No more blocking my mail?" Harry asked. Dobby shook his head at this. "Is it because you think I'm a Nephilim?" Harry asked. Dobby nodded in reply. Harry wanted to argue this, but something hadn't felt right. For some reason despite what everyone else thought Harry didn't see the resemblance to James Potter. Sure there hair was similar, but other then that there weren't that many similarities. He didn't look 'just like James except the eyes' there were other details that didn't match. They also didn't seem to match his mother Lily either. So perhaps his father was a god. The question now was, which one.
Soon Dobby popped away and Harry was left to read the letters. He sighed and moved over to his desk to start writing out replies. With how many letters he had he eventually ended up falling asleep at his desk. He had written replies to most of his friends explaining what happened. But there were still a few that he'd have to write when he woke up.
Harry definitely did not expect to be woken up only a few hours later. Nor did he expect it to be from the sound of a car engine followed by knocking on the window. After all his bedroom was located on the second floor. He stared at the trio of red heads that were in the flying Ford Anglia and blinked not believing his eyes. He sighed and opened his bedroom window.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked quietly not wanting to wake up his Aunt or Uncle. Although the engine of the flying car might have already done that. One of Ron's letters had mentioned saving him if they didn't get a reply soon, however he never expected to see Ron and the twins in a flying, most likely illegal, car.
"We're here to rescue you mate. You didn't reply to any of our letters." Ron answered.
"I wasn't getting my letters for a little while. Look let me get my stuff and then I'll explain." Thankfully Harry had convinced his relatives to let him keep his trunk. By telling them that he needed it for summer homework as well as letting them know that he couldn't use magic outside school. He had thought about not giving them that detail, but then he probably wouldn't have got to keep his stuff. Thankfully with Dobby intercepting his mail he had ended up having time to finish his homework without interruptions, not counting chores that is.
Harry quickly gathered his things stowing the letters, both finished and needing replies, except the ones meant for Ron into his trunk. He handed his trunk through to Ron followed by Hedwig's cage with her still in it. He also left a quick note on his desk letting the Dursley's know that he would be gone till next summer. Once that was done he climbed out into the flying car. Thankfully it seemed luck was on their side as Harry's relatives never came to check on the noise of the car. They wouldn't even realize Harry was gone till the next morning.
A/N: This seemed like a good place to stop. The next chapter will be the train ride since that will be where the next change takes place. I'm going to try and avoid adding things that are the same as the book as much as possible. Harry's godly Parent won't be revealed for a while though you are welcome to guess who it is. Also other Nephilim will be in the story but they won't all be introduced at once or necessarily obvious.