A Hero's Job is never Done
Disclaimer: I (much to my displeasure) own nor have any rights to ANYTHING COPYRIGHTABLE. I am not J.K. Rowling (her Patrick stunt broke my heart, personally am not a Spongebob fan) or Rick Riordan or any affiliates with them. I am however proud to do the first Harry/Calypso pairing. Enjoy.
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Chapter One: Hallows for Haunting
Harry was running. He didn't stop when the three girls, a bushy brown haired woman in a 'sophisticated' cough horrid cough pants suit, the strangely dressed dirty blonde that appeared to have radishes dangling from her ears or the hazel eyed ginger made to stop him. He just ran barely paying them or the cold snow any mind. He only paused for a moment at the edge of the town his running brought him to, Ottery St. Catchpole. It didn't take long for him to have a game plan and he was off again in a second. He approached a man exiting a pickup truck and tenteivly coughed before continuing "Hullo sir I'm in need to reach the airport and wondered if i could possibly pay to drive there in your truck" he added a tentative smile while hoping the man would be in desperate need of cash. The man gave a Harry a look up and down tryin to determine if he was trustworthy before sighing and stating in a coughtney accent "Well who 'm I to deny ye on the holerdays, givme the cash and ye can fin t' keys on t' dash. Harry almost fainted before throughing a hand full of galleons in the mans hand before rushing into the truck and franticly searched for the keys. A low chuckle was heard outside. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys, "Sorry der govna h'd t' make fer certin ye woulnt steal mah truck, here ye go, I'll pick it up a t' Devonshire ar'port" Harry took the keys and with a nod in the direction of the man currently inspecting a galeon and speed off out of town and away from the place a people he was fleeing from. He sighed before allowing the gas pedal to leave the floor and his thoughts to wonder, he briefly was faced with the question of just HOW exactly he had gotten where he was currently before remembering how the events had first started over a month ago...
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(flashback) Harry POV
AVADA KEDAVA!
The tall bald man screamed the words with such hate and pleasure at my impeding death his voice was about an octave higher than usual, well to be honest an octave above Hermione's voice when Ron and I transfigure her school robe's purple during class or something. Anyway it hurts my ears but I don't flinch, I'm going to die so I might as well do it with dignity. My eyes close and I brace myself.
HOLY SHIITTTT! That damn dirty dog LIED! I'm kicking Dumbledork and (r u) Sirius's butts once I'm dead! That was the last conscious thoughts before my eyes rolled upwards behind closed lids and my body fell backwards.
I felt many presences around and realized I CAN BE WITH MY FAMILY! I bolted up without a second thought ready to hug the shit out of my parents but was surprised to only see a unhappy pale guy with ugly but somehow intimidating robe's that would rival Voldemort's in said factors. I opened why mouth and like the genius I am said "Who are you?" Before the man before me (who was currently looking like he'd rather be burned at the stake than in this current situation) could answer a BEAUTIFUL young woman with a kind expression, flowing hair and ... well- perfect EVERYTHING came forward with a canteen of something similar to the best dang butterbeer on earth followed by a sip of water, a disappointing follow up but eh in contrast to the fact I was expecting death and don't know where I am... Crap.
"Who are you people? Where am I? Why am I not dead? I-" My slew of questions was interrupted by the beauties hand over my mouth.
"SSSSHHHHHHHH!, my name is Calypso and this is Hades, your on my island, where lost Heroes like yourself occasionally end up even if your here in more of a mental state than a physical one." she informed me, I noticed a slight American accent. "here" she said placing her necklace over my head "to remind you this really happened."
"Oh, thanks" I reply and looked down at myself, and was shocked by what I saw. My body was different. My height had like some bloody joke actually DECREASED. I was only around 5'6 before but now I think I'm only about five foot now, blast it. But I suppose if you were to look on the bright side of things I could tell I had a little more muscle. I realized my face was probably a bit messed up also (or different depending on what it looked like really) but I'm not going to stare at myself with company.
Calypso seemed noticed what I was doing, "It seems you have kept some of the best attributes from your past lives."
It took me a few moments to understand EXACTLY what Calypso just said. "umm-hmmmmm... Wait what past lives?"
She opened her mouth to elaborate but Hades cut in with a drawl Snape or Malfoy would be greener than their house's emblem with envy to hear "Perhaps it's time for me to- how do you say- finish my business. You see, you had six past lives trying to make it to the Isles of the Blest, but on your third one you messed up and you were given three more chance BUT only if you brought the Deathly Hallows to me would you receive your memories and skills from your past lives not to mention that spot on the Isle of the Blest. And now that I have them you can have that stuff even if you aren't dead yet. Goodday" With that he promptly dissolved back into his own body as Calypso chastised Hades for being blunt before waving to Harry until he was no longer on the island but instead his own body, which for some reason was horizontally lifted off the ground. Barreling up and not thinking really he fell from Hagrid's grip and proceeded to kick Voldyass.
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Now in the truck Harry bitterly recalled how after all the celebrating of a war being over how he crashed onto his four poster thinking, the war is over, that death dream (he wondered how he went 4 days without noticing the necklace) was weird and I could really use some rest. Ironically that sleep had put him in a heeling coma and when he had emerged he looked like he had THERE and his memories, six lifetimes worth to plague him for half a year, a good six month of nightmare he didn't want, calling his friends the wrong name or in a different language, and trying control skills he never had before but yet at the same time HAD wielded once. But yet he had broken and that was why he ran to get away from his friends and ignore the memories and skills and to be "just Harry" not also Sukāfeisu the Japanese son of Zeus and yokia descent, Dretail the son Hecate and priest of the old religion in Arthurian time, and certinly not Zepherelios Percivel the son of Hades (shudder) friend of Thanatos and stepbrother to the three brothers who tricked him into giving up Thanatos's location and the way to Deathly Hallows. Nor did he need to be a honest, american, muggle that was president or the first Slytheryn headmaster at Hogwarts. And so when he reached the airport he purchased the first ticket to America he came upon, barely noting it was for Vegas, boarded and fell asleep on the plane. He rolled against the window and clutched in his hand Calypso's necklace. He didn't know that in a few hours he would stumble into "the lotus casino", he didn't know that over the next week he spent trying to get away 10 years would pass, the young adult sleeping on the window wasn't to know how on Olympus and Calypso Island Immortals were watching with different emotions about fates cruel choice to assign the reincarnate Hero another destiny.