Disclaimer- Don't own Harry potter and don't own Percy Jackson, no money is made off this story.

Authors note- this is dedicated to Wizardsgirl, It was inspired by chapter 9. Let me know what you think.


Harry was dead, and he wasn't coming back. Hera had been detained by the others Gods because it was due to her actions that Harry had been killed, Hestia looked at the cold, lifeless body of her son. Her only child and she felt numb, she knew that she had processed the fact yet, and when she did she would feel nothing but grief and anger, anger at Hera for what she did.

Grief because her son would never look at her again, would never talk to her by the sacred fire, her baby boy was only 13. Anger more deadly than a forest fire began consuming Hestia, Hera was going to pay! With a cry of rage she launched herself at her younger sister, her favoured form was gone and in her place was her real form.

Hestia pulled her fist back and kept punching Hera in the face, uncaring of the blood splatters that were covering her own clothes, the blood that was staining her own hand. Just as she pulled her fist back once again a strong hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her back.

"Let me go!"

Hades and Poseidon had managed to pull her off Hera before she could do any real damage to Hera, not that she hadn't already. Her cheekbones were shattered, her nose was broken, her bottom jaw was sticking out from her skin due to the odd angle it had been broken at. Ares looked at the bone that was sticking out from the skin and he knew that it would scar, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it.

Hestia was kicking and screaming trying to get to Hera to hurt her more, she wanted blood and she was going to get it! It didn't matter that her family was still there, it didn't matter that they were trying to calm her down. Hera had killed her son, the only child that she would ever have. Hestia stopped struggling in the grip and went limp, her son was gone and beating Hera to a bloody pulp was not going to bring him back.

Hades and Poseidon shared a look, just because she had stopped fighting didn't mean that they were going to let Hestia go, they knew her temper. They had seen it when she had been fighting against the Titans, but that had only been because Poseidon had been hurt. If Poseidon hadn't have been hurt then Hestia wouldn't have bothered with the war, but her baby brother had been hurt and she had seen nothing but red. Lifeless eyes looked at the body of her first born, she would give anything to have her baby in her arms again.

"You can let me go."

Everyone shivered at the dead and cold voice that Hestia was using they had never heard her voice sound so dead, so devoid of life. Hestia picked Harry up and planned on making arrangements for his funeral.

Three days later Hestia held a funeral for Harry, she burned his body on the pyre and cried as the flames destroyed her son's body.

Four years later the Gods would find out that Hestia had faded, that she hadn't been able to cope with the grief of losing Harry. Hera got exiled from Olympus for causing the death of not only Harry but Hestia as well, she was stripped of her powers and thrown into Tartarus.

For one full month the entire world mourned the loss of Hestia, for one full months there was hurricanes, earthquakes and floods, when it rained it rained salt water. In homes there was no love, no warmth and no care for one and other families fell apart as they had no fire within them. During the night they could hear the sound of howling, as if every dog was calling someone or something, in the underworld Cerberus had sense his masters emotion and howled for the loss of the fire one.