Champion Of The Pantheon

Summary: A champion for the Pantheon is chosen by the Goblet Of Fire. And it is none other then the long lost, Chiron raised Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Percy Jackson or any of their characters, ok?

Chapter 1: The Fourth Champion

"Representing the Pantheon, Harry Potter."

Dumbledore's hand shook as he read the slip of paper ejected by the Goblet Of Fire after the third and supposedly final participant of the Tri-Wizard Tournament had been selected. This was definitely NOT the manner in which he wanted his nephew to be re-introduced to the Wizarding World if he ever chose to return. But his hand had been forced by the unseen enemy.

And to make matters worse, the enemy seem to be somewhat aware of Harry's heritage if he were to go by the wording in the slip of paper he was holding.

Only a select few knew of Harry's divine lineage as well as his own. That had been the very reason he opted to send him across the oceans after the deaths of his parents (or technically just one of his parents. The other one was just forced to abandon his mortal form) to a certain camp run by his own former combat instructor. It was to both protect him and prepare his for his destiny. So how the opposition discovered it was still a mystery to him.

So preoccupied was Dumbledore in his dilemma that he failed to notice the sudden appearance and subsequent disturbance that the owner of the name in the controversial piece of paper was making.

"Who are you and how did you bloody get into Hogwarts? Watch out! He's armed with a sword! Aurors arrest the intruder!"

"Hey! Keep the hell away from me before I run you through like a barbeque. I'm not moving an inch until someone tells me where the hell I am and how the fuck I got here. I swear that if this is one of Dad's damned pranks, I'll..."

The rest of the words that were spoken was in greek which nobody but Dumbledore understood and quite explicit in nature.

But then again, Dumbledore and quite possibly the stern deputy Headmistress judging by the expression on her face, were the only ones in attendance who recognized who the speaker was. They were, after all, the ones who delivered him to the overseas camp. They were also one of the few who actively blocked demands from various sectors to know where the 'The-Boy-Who-Live' was hidden away.

But now it would seem that they found a way to bring him back into the spotlight. And there was little that Dumbledore or McGonagall could do about it.

Current crisis aside though, it was good to hear Harry's voice. They had very few opportunities to actually visit the boy over the years and floo calls and mail via Fawkes were never enough.

And it was still rather ironic that despite the fact that he was raised by one of the most polite beings in the world, he STILL had a mouth that would put most sailors to shame.

Knowing the nature of the camp Harry lived in, the Headmaster decides to intervene before he truly did run someone through in self defense. Walking towards the source of the disturbance, he sees a handful of red robed aurors surrounding a shorter figure wearing what seems to be a greek styled helmet, arm bracers, greaves and breastplate over a shirt and jeans and wielding a short, sword and a round, bronze colored shield.

"Aurors stand down!" Dumbledore calls out. "He is not a threat to anybody here."

"Are you mad Albus?" A thin, gaunt man with a short mustache demanded. "An armed intruder apparating into Hogwarts and you say he is not a threat?"

"Uncle Albus? Aunt Minnie?" The armored figure asks suddenly. "Whats going on here?"

"Yes it is indeed us my boy. Now if you'll put away your weapons, I can assure you that all will be explained in due time."

Dumbledore then faces the gaunt man. "Ask your aurors to stand down Barty. As I've said, he is no threat to anyone unless you are foolish enough to attack him first. And even then, I can assure you that anyone who does so will most certainly regret their actions."

Reluctantly, the man gives the order and the aurors lower their wands and step away from Harry. Only then did he drop his guard. He sheaths his sword and removes his helmet and tucking it under his right arm, revealing a youthful face wearing a pair of horn rimmed glasses which only served to intensify his bright green eyes and had a messy mop of black hair which he brushes back, exposing a lightning bolt shaped scar on the right part of his forehead.

He then walks up to Dumbledore and McGonagall and, much to the surprise of everyone present, hugs them both in turn.

"Its been a while Uncle Albus. Aunt Minnie." Harry said with a smile.

"Indeed it has Harry. Two years to be exact." McGonagall said, smiling kindly at the young man who was the son of two of her best students and close friends. "You are looking healthy."

"We heard about that crisis in Manhattan and must apologize for not being able to send assistance as we were dealing with a crisis of our own." Dumbledore said. "Is Chiron doing well?"

"As well as can be expected Uncle. Still kicking our collective asses figuratively AND literally." Harry said with a grin. "Can't complain about the results though."

The gaunt man called Barty growls impatiently and rudely interrupts the small reunion. "Yes yes... Save your reunion for later. Lets continue on with this, shall we?

"Amazing. Simply amazing." Another man in what looked like a bright yellow with black stripes wizarding version of a jersey said. Judging from his still square jawed and broad shouldered appearance, he seemed to have been an athlete in his younger days but now simply looked washed up. "Now we have to go inform the other schools of Mr. Potter's participation in this tournament."

Harry turns his gaze towards the man called Barty and the second man, causing them to twitch uncomfortably before looking back at Dumbledore and McGonagall. "What's this all about anyways?"

The Headmaster gestures ahead. "Walk with me and I'll explain along the way." The leave amidst the whispers from the students in the Great Hall and as they walked towards the small antechamber where the other champions were, Dumbledore gives him a brief overview of the Tri-Wizard tournament.

Needless to say, by the time Harry entered the antechamber, he was severely unimpressed.

"Okay then. To summarize, my name came out of that oversized wineglass back there..." Harry started as they drew near to the room.

"Its a goblet Harry." McGonagall corrected dryly.

"Same difference." He said absently before continuing. "...To compete as a participant in a possibly life threatening tournament of which I haven't heard before in a school of which this is the first time I've been in? Excuse me but doesn't that sound like a goddamned setup to you?"

"Language Harry." Dumbledore mildly rebuked.

"Sorry." Harry mutters, sounding properly chastised.''

"But you are essentially correct down to the last point." Dumbledore allowed. "It is rather perplexing how your name came out of the goblet when you weren't even present to place your name in it. And even if you were, the ageline ward would not allow it."

As the party entered the room, the yellow clad wizard took the time to announce Harry's participation in the tournament. Harry of course, was not happy about the wizard's declaration because it essentially painted a huge target on his back and made his opinion known.

"Hey! Blondie!"

"My name is Ludo Bagman." The elder man said.

"I don't care. What are you stupid or something?" Harry demanded. "Read my lips Ludo Bag-Of-Shit. I... AM... NOT... A... CHAMPION... OF... THIS... GODDAMNED... TOURNAMENT."

Unfortunately for Harry, it did little to change the opinion of the others in the room.

"What iz zis Dumbly-dor? Do you honestly expect us to believe zat you had no part in ze inclusion of a leetle boy long missing from your country in a tournament your school iz hosting?" The massive headmistress of Beauxbatons, Madame Maxine said. "Ces't impossible."

"I agree with Madame Maxine." The Durmstrang headmaster, Kakkarof rumbled. "The way I see it, Hogwarts decided to improve it's chances by fielding not one but TWO champions under the pretense that the second champion is competing under this... 'Pantheon'. And to make things worse, the second champion is Magical Britain's 'Golden Boy' which in itself is already suspicious enough. If that is the case, I demand that both our schools be allowed to field in another champion. It's only fair."

"We at Hogwarts had NOTHING to do with this debacle." The dark haired Potion Master of Hogwarts, Severus Snape drawled before sneering at Harry. "If anyone is to blame, I believe it is the boy's own doing. He's just like his arrogant, gloryhound of a fa..."

Snape didn't get the chance to finish what he was saying. Faster then the eye could see, Harry had drawn his sword and pointed it at the Potions Master who was shocked into silence.

"I don't know you buddy. But if you finish that sentence, you can be damned sure that I'm cutting something off. If there's something that I will NEVER accept, its people badmouthing my family." Harry said coldly before swinging his sword around to point at the rest of the occupants who, except for Dumbledore and McGonagall, were warily eyeing him.

"And as for the rest of you, are you guys fucking retarded? Why in the hell would I willingly put myself in a life threatening situation in a tournament I don't even know about?" He stated, before re-sheathing his sword. "As far as I'm concerned, you can have this tournament coz I sure as hell don't want any part in this."

"Now see here..." Bagman started to bluster before Harry cuts him off with a vicious look.

"Shut it blondie." Harry snarls. "This entire thing is a damned joke and I'm not going to be a part of it."

"But you have to compete! You are bound by the contract." Barty insisted, causing Harry to turn his attention to him.

"Contract? What are you talking about? I never signed any contract for this." Harry said before asking. "And who are you anyway? You seem to know an awful lot about this tournament?"

"My name is Barty Crouch and I'm the head of both the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Department of International Magical Cooperation. And I know a lot because I'm in charge of the tournament." Barty identified himself. "The moment your name came out of the goblet, you were bound by a magical contract to compete in the tournament. No exceptions."

"I see. I don't suppose YOU know how my name came out of the goblet?" Harry asked in a steely voice while fingering his sheathed sword.

"Of course not. And it does not matter now." Crouch said defensively. "You WILL compete or you will lose your magic."

Harry grew silent for a few moments at Crouch's statement before suddenly laughing out long and hard. "Bwahahahaha! Lose my... Hahahaha! Oh that's a good one... Lose my magic? Oh my gut..."

"What in Merlin's name are you finding amusing boy?" Crouch demanded, growing peeved that Harry seemed to be laughing at him but succeeded in only making him laugh harder.

"You will have to forgive Harry but it is not really his fault that he is acting this way." Dumbledore smoothly interjected. "After all, it is rather difficult to 'lose' your magic when magic counts you as one of her kin."

Crouch stares at Dumbledore in confusion before asking. "What are you babbling about Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore crosses over and places a hand on Harry's shoulder. At this point, revealing Harry's heritage seems to be the only option if he wanted to keep him safe. "I am saying that Hecate who is the Goddess of Witchcraft and Magic counts Harry James Potter as one of her kin." He said with a serene smile. "And that Harry James Potter himself is the son of the Messenger God, Hermes."

Author's Notes: Something new for you guys. Please R&R. Thanks :)