Son of the Artemis

Ch. 1 From runaway to Demi-God

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J. K. Rowling and Rick Riordan do.

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Ch. 1 From runaway to Demi-God

Chattanooga Valley, Tennessee 1997

They say you first memory is often your greatest, but for Harry Potter, it was anything but. For as long as he could remember, he was always overlooked, forgotten, a nobody. No Birthdays, No Christmas', nothing.

All because one old man couldn't keep his ancient ass mouth shut. He had to go and name one child as the savior instead of two as it really was.

Two Boys, Charles Sirius Potter and Harry James Potter. Both marked, one by wand, one by ceiling tile. Harry's memory of that night was of a wand being pointed in his face and then being struck by a green light, then nothing but darkness. Then being awoken to find Charles being paraded around by Albus Dumbledore as the boy-who-lived while Harry was known as the-boy-who-was-forgotten. His parents didn't forget his name or that he existed, they just forgot he was family for a time.

So by the time Harry could walk and think on his own, he learned how to read and write with the help of the house Elves. Math, Science, English, even his magic came easy to him as they aided him daily. When he had time alone, he'd often watch Star Wars and imagined his Magic being like the Force. He'd look inside of himself through meditation after searching the Potter library and finding books on occlumency, and then after finding his core and constantly meditating, he had cleared his mind, organizing it, setting traps and such, he'd later learned how to move objects wandlessly. But as he was studying world geography, he realized he wanted to know more than what Europe had to offer.

For some time now, he had studied both sides of his families history. Both were warriors of the Sword and Bow. So with his ever growing magic, he was able to get a hold of one of his ancestors bows and proceeded on his free time to practice Archery. The elves secretly took the time to gather books for him to study fencing in order to learn the art of the blade as well as teaching him knife fighting. Getting a hold some paper that he transfigured into targets, he kept lengthening the distance every time his skill with the bow improved where he could hit a bulls-eye from 90 yards. He then had one of the house elves make a about three things of quivers full of arrows as well as stocking up on survival equipment; Hunting knives, A machete, Pots and pans, utensils and produce seeds both mundane and magical. Even a few of his favorite plants when it came to herbology.

So, taking a map of the world from a Magical World Atlas his mother just so happened to have, he placed it on a wall and transfiguring some darts from some paperclips in his fathers office, which by the way transfiguring came easy to him due to who his mother was. Covering his eyes with one hand, he Asked no one in particular, "What country does my fate lie in?"

It landed on North America U.S.A. Enhancing the map to cover the states, his next question was, "What state does my fate lie in?"

The dart landed on Chattanooga, Tennessee.

"Huh, imagine that." He then gathered one of several of his families magical tents his parents owned, seeing as they wouldn't likely miss it. When he had everything he needed hidden and stashed away with anti-summoning charms, he only waited for his parents and everyone else to give him a reason to leave. He was in his families study one day when he heard his parents talking about not only giving his rightful inheritance to his brother, but they felt he would be bought off by creating a marriage certificate between House Potter and House Delacour of France with their first born daughter who was a Veela. They of course also spoke of how he would get a bit of money to his name with the marriage so they wouldn't let him think he was truly forgotten. Something even his Godfather agreed with.

Figuring that that was his cue, he decided it was time to leave, as he let them know that he heard their planning by coughing loud enough that it got their attention. When they turned their attention to him, he gave a look that basically said, "Like Hell!" This in of itself caused them to pale in horror of having been overheard.

He then walked between and passed James and Lily Potter, went to his room and proceeded to shut himself in for what would seem like the remainder of and wasn't heard from for the rest of the night.

When his parents went to talk to him half an hour later, they would find two letters waiting for them on a clean, unmade bed in an empty room. One for them, and one for his supposed fiance.

Their letter basically told them how he wished them luck without him. That if he could survive without them for so long as he had been doing for sometime, then he could and would continue to do so. Something that allowed Lily to reflect back on and realize he was right. He told them how he remembered that night quite well, and that even if they were to try and find him, he wouldn't come back. They had committed to Charles instead of both sons as it should have been, but they betrayed him. It would take an act of God or Gods to make right what wrong they had done to him.

To the Delacours, He informed them he wouldn't be tied down to someone he didn't love. That should he find his one and only true soul mate, he'd find her on his own terms.

When he left, he hiked with his merchandise shrunk and about 500 galleons in his pocket while in his letter, he let the Potters know of his taking what they never gave him and what he felt he was owed for all the years they neglected and forgot about him. Reaching out with his magic fully in his control, he summoned the magical night bus and was dropped off at some docks where he hid while under disillusionment on a cruise boat headed for the U.S. It took about a week to get there so the whole time he was on board, he hid in such a way that no one would realize food was missing or kids drinks and sodas went disappearing.

Which leaves us to now. He was currently invisible with silencing and notice me not charms on himself, targeting his first kill after being in the woods for several days in the state of Tennessee with his eye on a big prize. A big White Tailed Buck with excellent musculature. Plenty of meat to last a month or two under conservation charms.

It was when the bucks ears pricked that he noticed something wasn't right. Apparrating to the top of a big tree, he would notice what since his dinner had just taken off on him. He noticed several girls being chased by wolves. But these didn't look like ordinary wolves nor did they look like Werewolves. His Uncle Moony who was his last and final link to Europe had gone on to describe what his wolf form was like. The description of Moonys wolf and these Wolves were similar, but very different. Good thing he came prepared. Summoning a silver arrow to his hand, he aimed, took his time and released. The arrow struck true as it hit the lead wolf was ahead and yet was in the middle as it was hit from the front cranium, going on straight through.

Both the girls and the wolves surrounding them were perplexed as one by one, from a different location, more arrows of silver were fired, their aims hitting true, but it was when Harry apparrated to a weak branch that his luck ran out. Before he think a coherent thought, he fell. His fall came to an end all too soon as he hit something hard and curved. This something broke his disillusionment, silence, and notice-me-not charms as they disspelled, the illusion hiding him coming undone as he felt his good arm brake right between the elbow and upper arm. Screaming in pain, he almost failed to notice as he was grabbed and hoisted by his neck by a wolf like man who then held him against a tree and held him in the air, his feet dangling uselessly in the air. The Leader of the Wolves had a look that told Harry that he was gonna die. With his good arm the young Potter was able to get to his concealed hunting knife with this monstrosities eyes focusing on his face.

"If I'm gonna die, then you're coming with me, you filthy flea bag.", he growled bringing his knife from behind his back and using an upward curved slash, was able to partially blind the wolf-like man who grabbed his now bleeding face and yet also was howling in pain. But as the wolf-man turned back after having been cut by what he now knew to be a silver knife, he then punched the boy wizard in the chest, causing him to fly straight into a tree with a loud crunch.

Harry felt the air rush from his lungs as he sailed right into a tree and slid down after hearing the crunch of something breaking. He also knew he now had more than a broken arm. He couldn't move his body as it hurt too much, and a trail of blood was leaking from the back of his head. Already his vision was swirling and darkening.

Lycaon, King of the wolves had been cut by a mere male child for attacking the hunters of Artemis as he patted the freely bleeding cut and gazing at his blood. "It's been a long time since I've seen my own blood. Who was this child? He smelled of power personified. He would make an excellent addition to his wolves." he thought to himself.

He leaned down towards the boys now exposed neck with teeth bared ready to infect the young soon to be pup, he failed to see the silver arrow that hit him between the eyes.

As Lycaon dispersed into golden dust, Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon came upon a scene than would change her life forever.

A male child, one whom Artemis could sense powerful Magic emanating from him, but it was also fading, and fading fast. Not seeing another choice, she turned to her hunters and without a word sent them back to camp while she lifted and teleported herself and her precious cargo to Mt. Olympus.

"APOLLO, APOLLO, I NEED YOU.", she screamed hoping he would hear her.

"Hey sis, no need to shout." he said as he appeared. "Now what's...? Whoa... What happened?"

"This young mage saved some of my hunters and faced Lycaon himself. He's fading, and if you don't save him, he'll die."

About an hour later after Apollo took the child into his arms and teleported to his infirmary, Hekate who had sensed one of her own in Mt. Olympus came upon a scene as several gods including Zeus and Lady Hera was outside Apollos infirmary soothing a now distraught Artemis with blood on her hands. "But whose blood?" she thought absentmindedly.

A few seconds later, Apollo exited the room and gave a them an assuring smile.

"Apollo, how is the boy?" Zeus asked worriedly.

"Well, he's stable, but not out of the woods yet. I healed what broken bones I could, but he's lost a lot of blood. Problem is, he's not just a wizard. He's a legacy of two of us. More importantly, he's a legacy of you and Hades father.

"What? Impossible. Who are his parents?" the stunned King of the Gods asked.

"I may be able to help there Lord Zeus." Hekate spoke up. "I sensed one of my own and came as quick as I could. I can identify the boy."

Nodding, they all followed Apollo into a room, where one look and Hekate gasped as she knew who this boy was. This was her new champion of Magical Britain. Grasping her chest and her eyes tearing up, she rushed to the boys side and pulled out a bottle of blood replenishing potion and gently guided it down his throat, rubbing his said throat as to guide the potion into his stomach where it would do as it was titled to do, and restore what blood he lost.

When she was done she told the other Gods and Goddesses what the potion was and what it did. She then gently opened both of his eyes and very smoothly, gently, and delicately entered his mind to view his memories.

Moments later she pulled out of his mind and made sure to double scan and check the boys body and when she saw how well Apollo did, she turned back to Zeus and the others with a look of utter contempt and loathing that they figured was not directed to them.

"His name is Harry James Potter. Son of James and Lily Potter. Brother of Charles Sirius Potter."

From there she described his life and all Harry had accomplished according to his memories. His connection to Zeus and Hades. To say the lord of the Sky was pissed would be an understatement.

Hera on the other hand was literally glowing with rage. She may have hated any spawn of her husband, but she cherished family above all. But Hestia, who had been watching from afar decided to try and calm her sister and brother down. After they took a moment to calm themselves, seeing Zeus was causing serious lightening strikes all over the world which even Poseidon felt, they continued to try and think of something to aid the Potter child now resting in thier Kingdoms medical ward.

"He won't be returning to those people. I won't have it. But he isn't a Demi-God either.", Zeus said as he turned in thought trying to find a way to help his and Hades legacy child.

"He could be adopted. Since he has enough Demi-God blood in him that if you were to add another, he could and should become a Demi-God. Theoretically anyway.", Lady Hekate said as a matter of fact.

Looking at the assembled gods and Goddesses before him, He then called on Hades who was informed as was his right. Hades like the others was extremely angered, but the gods swore never to interfere in the mortal realm ever again.

"Who will do it? Who will accept this honor of claiming Hades and I's legacy?", Zeus asked to all assembled.

"Why not Arty here? She found him, and doesn't have a Demi-God of her own.", Apollo stated aloud.

Artemis was left gaping like a fish as all looked at her while her mouth kept opening and closing like a fish. Shocked as Apollo would think of such a thing yet humbled he thought she'd make a great mother.

"The choice is yours Artemis, no one will think less of you if you refuse.", Zeus replied with compassion in his voice and eyes.

Artemis looked down weighing the pros' and cons' of the idea of having a male child as her own. After a moment, she looked back at said child and remembered he had saved her Hunters when he could have easily walked away but didn't.

After a moments thought, and with a decision made, she looked back and said, "I'll do it.", determination in her heart, Question was, how would her Hunters take this?

Here's a re-shoot of one of my older stories prologue, as the appropriate corrections were made and at the same time, I have just begun working on the next chapter. Hope you like and approve and hope to read your reviews with positive feedback. Until next time.