I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter. It would be great if I did, but I don't.


Summary: Hephaestus was crippled. Ares was bloodthirsty. Eris is seriously messed up. Hebe married a half-brother, and Enyo loved destruction. Zeus and Hera have never had any... normal... children. Herakles Potter is no exception, but there's nothing wrong with being special.


Rules:

Light, Grey or Dark Harry (Light)

Harry's first god-parent MUST be one of the twelve while others can be any of the Greek/Roman Mythological forces: gods, deities, divines etc (Haha... Hera and Zeus)

Harry and Percy MUST have different views of right and wrong (Not hard)

Either Thalia, the Di Angelos or Clarisse must be allied with Harry - any others are up to the reader (Thalia. They're half-siblings!)

Whoever Harry's god-parent is MUST break the law and talk/interact/meet with Harry - they do this because of Halloween and they don't want to lose him again (Will be done through FLASHBACKS)

If Harry is Dark, Luke MUST see Harry as the new leading force of the New Olympus and pledge to serve him instead of Kronos (Doesn't Apply)

When Harry is 'determined' it must be because of a canon Hogwarts event e.g. defending the Stone, the troll, the Basilisk, the spiders etc (We'll see)

Any pairings are welcome EXCEPT Harry/Hermione and Harry/Percy (This isn't going to have pairings. GEN FTW!)

Tom and Dumbledore must both feel wary about Harry when he comes into his god-like powers (Definitely not hard)

The Horcrux is destroyed - unless Harry's 'other' god-parents use it to 'determine' him as theirs (see below) (Also not hard)

Even though he leaves Hogwarts for CHB or his own dwellings, Harry must still keep in touch with his friends (Not hard)

At least one of Harry's friends - or a redeemed friend if you want to use someone like Draco or Severus - must be a Half-Blood (Ummmmmmmmm you'll see)

Sirius and Remus do not abandon him (Always nice to see)

Guidelines:

Powerful Harry (Accepted)

Harry and Percy as enemies

Immortal Harry (Accepted)

Master of Death Harry (Accepted)

The force that determines Harry is a primordial e.g. Thanatos, Erebus, Nyx, Chaos, etc (Maybe)

Harry's god-parent - his main one - is one of the Big Three (Accepted)

Lily and/or James were that particular god in human form (Maybe)

Others of the HP universe are Half-Bloods

A prophecy being made about Harry

Slash (No shippings at all)

The PJ/Heroes of Olympus universe being diverted from canon due to Harry's involvement e.g. Harry goes after the Lightning Bolt and keeps it or Harry helps Luke claim the Fleece and destroys Cronus (Accepted)

Kronos - somehow - is Harry's god-parent - so a Titan-Harry could be allowed too

Forbidden:

Harry remaining the naive, malleable wizard/demigod people wish him to be

Harry's actual god-parent being anything other than Olympian/Roman

Dumbledore and Tom as allies of Harry

Sirius and Remus abandoning Harry

The Right One: Chapter One

Herakles grinned from inside his cupboard. It had been hard coaxing his actual name out of the Dursleys, but he had done it. It wasn't really that hard.

When he had been four, Dudley had brought home some interesting picture books. Not interesting to Dudley, perhaps, but to Harry, they were intriguing. Harry had especially grown to like a particular book called Matilda, which was about a young magic-wielding girl.

Magic. If Dudley, Uncle Vernon, or Aunt Petunia had actually looked inside the book, they would have been horrified. Fortunately for Harry, they were all illiterate, so Harry could read his books in piece.

But there was one thing Harry never understood. Uncle Vernon had said his name was "Freak". That was what Aunt Petunia and Dudley called him, too. But Aunt Petunia had signed him up for primary school with the name "Harry", much to his confusion. While she had signed him up, she had complained that his real name was "too freaky" - which Harry certainly believed, since he was "Freak".

On the first day of school, his teacher had smiled brightly and clapped her hands. "Welcome to school! Let's start out by introducing ourselves!"

Harry raised his hand. "Hi! I'm Freak!"

For some reason, when he returned home, Aunt Petunia had been disappointed. In her hands was some paper detailing the day's events.

"Said he had no last name," Aunt Petunia read. "...investigation? Suspect... abuse? Oh no! VERNON!"

Harry had watched silently. Later that night, the two of them had come to him and explained that he was actually called "Harry". Harry didn't trust their word now, and he swore that he would nudge the truth out of them.

He hadn't thought of many ideas to do this until he was 10, but that was fine. He was too young to plot about pointless things like this. But once he turned 10, Harry began aiming for the truth.

When Dudley had been chasing him in "Harry-hunting", Harry had confused him by shouting that "his name wasn't Harry". Dudley, bemused, had turned to his parents for help.

Petunia had blown up, shouting about how that "bloody freak better learn his lesson! His name is bloody Herakles - the freakiest name I've ever heard!" She huffed and puffed until Dudley had almost been blown down.

Dudley nodded quickly, trying to escape upstairs. Normally, Petunia didn't do things like this. This was obviously a large issue for her.

But at least Harry knew his actual name. Living in a cupboard under the stairs did have its perks, and the biggest perk was that he knew everything that happened in the house.

Herakles.

Herakles.

Herakles.

Heracles, Harry mused. He knew his namesake was the mighty Greek hero Heracles... but Harry knew that he didn't want to be like Heracles. No way!

Heracles had been a murderer and a thief and a person who had done bad things. Herakles would be a nice person, and he would try to be the opposite of the Dursleys. He didn't know why his parents named him Herakles because he didn't want to be anything like his namesake, but... whatever.

Harry had already put his hopes into action. He was fairly popular at his school because he alone stood up to Dudley. And survived. He made sure that he wouldn't abuse this power, too.

He learned from his friends that living in cupboards wasn't natural, but Harry didn't mind. His name was Herakles - of course he wasn't natural! Harry only had one complaint, he realized, sitting in his cupboard.

He wished that the cupboard wasn't so small. With that, he rolled over on his cot and fell asleep.

The next morning, Harry realized that his cupboard was bigger. After he returned home from school, he immediately jumped on his cot and hoped for a lamp to read his books with.

The next morning, there was a light that could turn on and off whenever Harry wanted it to. After he returned home from school, he jumped on his cot again and prayed for another room that he could escape to when the Dursleys were feeling... vindictive.

The next morning, he found a button on his cupboard door. He pressed it, and the cupboard door slid open. Normally, this door led to the Dursley's living room, but even Harry could see that this room was different.

It was completely empty, for one.

It didn't have a television. It didn't have a sofa. It was just empty.

It seemed as if Harry had managed to wish for - and create - an entirely new room. Harry's door now had a double function.

When Harry returned to his cupboard, he immediately began moving things to this new room that he called the 'Heroes' Den'. After all, Heracles was a hero, and if he was stuck with this name, he might as well call himself a hero.

The Dursleys rarely ventured into his cupboard, but Harry had another wish to make. If the Dursleys were to ever look into his cupboard for any reason while he was in the Heroes' Den, he would appear to be sleeping on his cot or diligently working on some piece of work that the Dursley's needed to be finished with.

POOF!

This wish was granted. There was now a golem on his cot that would never feel pain. It would never feel anything, actually.

By the time he had fully realized how good life was, school was over. And Harry could now stay in the Heroes' Den for a much longer time. But there was one major problem - what could Harry do while he waited for the end of summer vacation?

Harry chose to try one last wish. He wanted the Heroes' Den to have a door that led directly outside - a door that nobody could see but him. A door that nobody could see him passing through. In essence, it would be an escape route to hide from the Dursleys.

The next morning, Harry didn't see a new door. But there was another button on the door that led to his cupboard. He pressed it, and the 'cupboard door' opened again.

This time, it was different.

This time, it revealed the outside world.

Harry's wish was granted.

Harry ventured outside of the Dursley's house every day. He would often walk around Surrey, trying to find things to do.

Once, he had gone to London, but after he saw a creepy man stalking him, he decided to never ever leave the safety of Privet Drive.

One morning, Harry left his house just like normal. He was about to walk to his friend Billy's house when an owl suddenly swooped down. Harry was intrigued - owls were normally nocturnal animals. Interestingly enough, the owl had a letter addressed to him.

Wow, Harry thought. My first letter. Even my friends don't send me letters.

But then again, they lived so close that they didn't need to send letters to Harry. Harry looked at his letter again.

Hogwarts?

What was that? Some sort of weird disease for pigs?

Harry shook out of his thoughts. There had to be some sort of explanation for this... Harry had often been accused of letting his thoughts wander wherever they wanted to go. Well, so what?

Hog-warts...

Hugh-wards...

Ooh - he had already deconstructed one part of the name. Now, for the "Hog/Hugh" part...

In a proto-Germanic language, Hugiz meant mind; thought; sense; understanding, Harry's mind suggested.

Whoa. How did Harry know that?

Whatever. At least Harry knew that Hogwarts was actually about understanding wards or magic, or something like that. He continued reading.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

HA! He was right!

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Long name, Harry thought absentmindedly.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

That was good. Harry certainly had no intentions of going to whatever trashy school that Petunia and Vernon wanted to send him to.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry turned the letter over.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

How was he supposed to get that?

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

How was he supposed to get THAT?

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Harry sighed. This sounded like a large and elaborate hoax. "Do they honestly expect me to believe this?"

But for some reason, Harry felt like he trusted this letter. "Oh, I guess they do expect me to believe this."

Harry would only later find that they had placed charms on the letter specifically for this purpose. The letter had been charmed to instill as much trust in the letter's validity as possible.

"Can I reply?" Harry asked himself. The owl hooted, before flying back to the skies. Harry guessed that the owl was just saying that she would tell these... 'wizards'... that he had accepted.

Harry went back to sleep in the large bed he had wished up for himself. He still didn't know how he had gotten the bed, but he supposed magic might something do with it. After a while, Harry had almost completely forgotten about the letter.

That was when there was a knock on the front door while Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley were out at some zoo. They had been treating him cordially because he hadn't done anything all summer. Or, at least, he hadn't done anything all summer that they knew about. Well, what did they know?

Because of that, they were trusted him enough to leave him at home - even though he normally wasn't even at home.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Coming!" Harry shouted, having no intention of going anywhere whatsoever.

The knocking stopped, and Harry was satisfied. He laid back down on the large bed he had-

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"I'm almost there!" Harry replied, still wanting to sleep for another fifteen minutes. The knocking stopped, and Harry was satisfied. He laid back down on the-

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Am I ever going to be able to finish my sentences? Oh. I guess I just did." Harry asked himself. "Who are you?" He shouted back at the door.

"I am Hagrid!"

"I don't know you," Harry said, laying back down on the bed. He wasn't opening the door for strangers. No way.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"I'm warnin' yer, Dursley, OPEN UP! I know yer got Harry somewhere!"

Ah, so this person had a grudge against the Dursleys. Well, that just meant that Harry would have to lock the Heroes' Den and make the handle disappear. POOF!

"Dursley, if yer don' open up righ' now, I'll..."

SMASH!

"I don't think Uncle Vernon will like that," Harry muttered. CRASH! Harry winced. He could hear some glass vase shatter. OUCH!

"Dursley?" The man stumbled around outside the cupboard. "Where are you hiding, Dursley?"

Harry stayed inside his room. "I HEARD YOU TALKING TO ME, DURSLEY!" The man shouted.

Harry snorted. The television was on - maybe the man might think that was where the noises were coming from...

"Oh, is the felly tission on?"

Harry facepalmed. It seemed like the giant man-thing thought that the television had been talking to him.

A weird, strange noise sounded. Harry buried his head in the bed. It sounded almost as if... as if the man was shaking the television.

Harry gulped. That was NOT a good sign. No, that was definitely not a good sign.

"ANSWER ME, DURSLEY!"

Suddenly, the television stopped, and there was a big CRUNCH.

Harry closed his eyes. He did not want to hear this-

"DURSLEY, YOU COWARD! Don't you dare escape from me like that!" The man had just punched through the television.

Frightened, Harry promised that he would never ever leave the safety of his room. He worriedly realized that the Dursleys would be furious with him if they found that someone had shattered their most precious artifacts.

"I WILL BE BACK!" the giant shouted, slamming through whatever was left of the door as he left.

Harry sighed. Once Vernon was back, he would be in for a beating...

Or would he?

It was a good thing that only a golem of him would be stuck in the other room. Times like these made Harry thankful that he had a magical ability to fulfill any wish he ever had.

That didn't mean he wanted to hear Vernon pummeling his golem. He exited through the door in his other room, leaving the Dursley residence behind. He slowly walked down the pavement, thinking about where he would go.

There was only one thing he could do.

Wish.

In fact, Harry was so good at wishing that he might as well be the god of wishing. Ha! Ha! Ha! Harry loved making jokes like that.

He might as well try another wish. "I want transportation please," he called out, clapping his hands.

A triple-decker, purple AEC Regent III RT immediately appeared.

"Whoa," Harry breathed. "My goodness. Do I get to drive this?"

BANG! The doors slammed open, and Harry found himself looking at a young woman. "I'll be driving today," the woman snapped. "Now, in with you."

Harry sighed. Obviously, magic was real. He headed into the bus.

"Destination?"

"I would like to get my school supplies," Harry supplied, unsure of where he would get them.

"So Diagon Alley," the woman said to herself. The doors slammed shut, and the bus began weaving around traffic. Eventually, they stopped in front of a pub.

"Payment, please," the woman said.

Harry snapped his fingers. Make her think I paid her, please!

"Thank you very much," the woman said. "You may go."

Harry stared at her for a few seconds, uncertain about what he had just did.

"What?" The woman snapped.

Harry ran down the stairs into the pub. He stood at the entrance, unsure about where to go. The bartender gestured for Harry to move over. As he was walking towards the bartender, he could hear some conversations.

"Did you hear about Gringotts?"

"I heard that someone broke into Gringotts!"

"No way!"

"Hello, lad," the bartender said. "What are you looking for?"

"I need to buy my supplies for school," Harry said, holding up the letter.

"Just pass through the courtyard. Do you need my assistance?"

"Yes please," Harry said. "I don't know how to get my supplies."

"I don't know if I can help you with that," the bartender said, walking to the backyard. "But here you go." He tapped the wall in some strange sequence.

Slowly... The bricks moved around... The wall unraveled to reveal a bustling road.

This... THIS was Diagon Alley.

"Thank you so much!" Harry shouted towards the bartender. He turned, excited to finally experience the magical world. He immediately bolted into the busy streets. "Thanks agai- OOF!"

"Watch where you're going - whoa..."

"Sorry, sorry," Harry apologized to the regal-looking woman. "That was definitely my fault."

"No, it's fine."

"Thank you, ma'am. Now, if I can be on my way," Harry said before the woman decided to sue him for being rude to her.

As if she could read his thoughts, she snorted. "My name is Hecate. My name is Hecate... uh... and my last name is Hecater. Who are you?"

"I'm Harry Potter," he said. Hecate Hecater took a large intake of breath. It sounded like she had gasped. Too bad Harry was too short to actually see her astonishment...

"Please follow me," Ms. Hecater said. "We need to go to Gringotts immediately."