Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter no matter how much I wish I did.
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse. Non-graphic.
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Prologue:
Different
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Harry Potter was six years old when he found out why he was different.
It had been a strange day really; the Dursley's were vacationing in America and had rented a small villa on Laguna Beach in California.
Dudley Dursley, Harry's overweight cousin of the same age, thought it would be funny to drag Harry into the ocean and hold him under water.
Harry's Aunt and Uncle couldn't have cared less, they were just pleased that their 'Dinky Duddydums' was having a great time on their vacation.
Harry had struggled to hold his breath for as long as he could until he'd given in and sucked the cool ocean water into his mouth, searching desperately for something that would give his aching lungs some relief.
It was at that moment that he realized he could breathe underwater, and when he became still from shock, Dudley had heaved him back up into dry land causing him to wonder if it really even happened at all.
He knew better than to tell his Aunt and Uncle, it would mean more punishments, no food, less time to be outside and he really didn't want to feel the burning fire his Uncle's belt created on his tender back.
They would just yell abuse and tell him 'do not do such freakish things in our presence!'. Harry had never really understood what they were talking about, they had called him a freak and worthless for so long that it became almost normal for him to hear it and besides it wasn't his fault that odd things happened around him. At least, he didn't think so…breathing underwater was the first thing Harry had ever felt solely responsible for but it didn't bother him too much, there was something about the ocean that just made him feel calmer.
Later, when they returned to their villa, Harry curled resolutely on the sofa while his relatives left for a restaurant dinner they had booked that morning.
It was also this night that the first monster attacked little Harry Potter, it was this night that he ran far away from his relatives and in doing this he changed his destiny in more ways than anyone could have imagined.
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On the other side of the world, Albus Dumbledore shuddered in his sleep.
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SO this story clobbered me over the head while I was re-reading The Last Olympian and I couldn't get that last comment of Poseidon's at the end of the book out of my head and around it I created this really crazy and somewhat stupid Fanfiction idea…
For now…I'm going to push back the events of 'The Heroes of Olympus' series until further notice.
Also…the timelines of both stories have been messed with a TON. So I'm not being oblivious…it's on purpose…kind of.
Also the beach in California does exist, I've never been it was added for authenticity nothing more.
Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome!
Love to all my readers,
Tandy