Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor Percy Jackson.

Chapter 1

Golden eyes flashed with rage at the sight before him.

A girl, no more than six years old, was standing with her dark head bowed while a man (if he could be called a man) loomed above her, his meaty face set in the mask of fury.

"How dare you ruin my business deal, you freak?! I took you under my roof when your good for nothing parents got themselves killed and you repay me like this?!" he roared, spit flying into the girl's face. She didn't flinch, only blinked at the man, her bright emerald eyes emotionless.

Unnerving, for a child her age.

The man's face turned a curious shade of red at her indifference and he swung his arm hitting her in the head. The force of the hit sent her sprawling at the floor, injuring her further. But there was no sound from her mouth, not even a whimper, just disconcerting silence.

He recognised the signs. This was a child used to the harsh treatment, to the abuse. She learnt not to draw attention and not to anger her tormentor further. She was accustomed to the pain, the beatings and the shouting. She wasn't suprised anymore, nor did she fight against it.

Thanatos felt cold fury course through his body. His black wings were practicaly shaking from effort it took him to restrain himself and he knew that his golden eyes were glowing with anger. He should have checked up on her sooner. He should have made sure that her relatives were good people before she was left here.

His daughter should have never lived like this.

The man, her uncle, was now kicking her with his feet while she curled in a ball to lessen the damage. Her shoulders were now shaking like she was crying but she uttered no sounds at all.

His formidable self-control, one he gained during the centuries of collecting confused and sometimes aggressive souls of the dead, started slipping at the sight of his daughter in pain. He had to get out of here. He didn't want to destroy the house with the force of his anger.

He dissapeared from the Dursleys' living room, with only a quiet sound of wings flapping in his wake. He will make sure that the Dursley pays for everything he did to his daughter, but he will not kill him yet.

Death would be too kind for him.

Vernon Dursley had a very bad day. Actually, he had a very bad week.

First, he had been overlooked for promotion in his firm, Grunnings. He was their best candidate for newly opened spot, but some young employee was, according to his superiors, better option for the job. They had told him that he has superior communicative skills which were required for that particular spot. Vernon was sure that the kid had bribed someone. By no means are his communicative skills better than Vernon's.

Then he was mugged in the middle of the day. He was on his lunch break, heading to his favourite bakery, when he was ambushed and knocked out. After he woke up, he was lying in a side alley with his wallet and watch missing. Even his wedding ring was gone.

After whole afternoon of dealing with police, he came home and found out that Dudley was caught stealing from some kids at school. He has been suspended for a week. Vernon was sure that the Freak was the one who did it. The girl probably stole the money and somehow managed to blame his Dudders with her freakish ways. He punished her severely because of that.

Now, after his very unfortunate week, he was relaxing with a glass of his favourite wiskey in his hand. Petunia was in the kitchen, cleaning, and Dudders was out with some friends. Such a popular boy he is! The Freak has been in her cupboard since yesterday's punishment, without food or water. That will teach her a lesson!

Ringing of a bell caught his attention.

His first instinct was to yell at the Freak to open the door, but he caught himself before he did. Instead he rose from his armchair and waddled to the door.

"Coming!" he shouted, after the visitor rung the bell second time. He opened the door with a fake smile, witch froze on his face at the sight of two police officers.

"Vernon Dursley?" asked the older one, a man with graying hair and small dark eyes. The younger officer was a woman with short chestnut hair and pretty face. Vernon gulped. She was glaring at him and it was rather frightening.

"Yes?"

"I'm officer Morgan and this is officer Gray", the man continued. "We are here because of several accusations of child abuse and negligence. We have a warrant to search your house and we'd appreciate it if you would answer a few of our questions."

There was only one appropriate answer to that.

"Bugger."

Thanatos watched with vindictive satisfaction as Dursley's life fell apart. The house has been searched and they found his daughter in the cupboard under the stairs. The policewoman called the ambulance and soon his daughter was heading to hospital. Apperently she had been there for a day at least without food and water. Thanatos almost killed the pig that was her uncle then and there but there were too many mortals. Zeus would not be happy if someone saw a god using his powers.

So, he just stood there amidst the chaos he helped create. Hermes and Apollo were the ones who have done actual sabotage, but Thanatos had to collect some favours they owed him for them to do it. It helped that they, for all their flaws, passionately hated abusers.

The police had handcuffed Dursley and escorted him to the car. The neighbours were all watching with excited expressions and he could already hear the gossip. It seems that Mrs Dursley could too. She was wailing loudly about the freaks, her sister and about "what will the neighbours think?!"

Finally, when he was satisfied with watching results of his revenge, he dissapeared to the hospital.

It was time to tell his daughter the truth and take her to the Camp Half-blood. He just hoped she will actually believe him and not think that he is unstable.

He appeared in front of her room and slowly eased his way inside. He made sure that his wings weren't visible. No need to scare her more than she already is. There was no one except his daughter there. She was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, but her bright eyes snapped in his direction the moment he opened the door. They were serious and wary. No child should have eyes like that.

"Hello, Helena", he said, trying to make his voice soothing.

She didn't say anything, just watched him with her adult eyes. They were the exact same colour as Lily's, bright emerald green, but they had a ring of gold she inherited from him. She also inherited his aristocratic bone structure and midnight black hair. All in all, she was a very lovely child. The only thing marring her beauty were the bruises on her face.

"I'm not going to hurt you", he said, inching closer. She didn't move away and he took that as good sign.

"Who are you?" Helena asked. Her soft voce was suprisingly low for a child. He looked at her face trying to gauge her emotions. Her eyes were still guarded but he could see curiosity in the green depths.

"My name is Thanatos. I am your father."