It was a regular day in Privet Drive, the sun was shining dimly as a result of a single person's mood. This person goes by the name of Hadrian James Potter, otherwise known as Rian, or simply Ry. Rian, as we are going to call him, was currently running from his obese cousin and his 'friends'.

This was a regular occurrence in Little Whinging, as Rian's cousin, Dudley, was a bully. But, in addition to that, all three Dursleys thought Rian was a freak. Of course he wasn't though. You see Hadrian Potter was a wizard, a wand-waving, spell-casting, potion-brewing, honest to god wizard.

Thanks to Voldemort, Rian had to live with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and his cousin Dudley. Rian was eleven, almost twelve years old, but Dudley was a few months older than he was, so he was twelve already. Dudley was around the height of a regular 12-year-old, where as Rian was 3'8" even.

In comparison to all the other Hogwarts students he looks about six. But there's nothing to do about that. The reason he was so small was because he slept in the space under the stairs for close to eleven years. Ron and Hermione have said that they would try to help, but if he was honest, he doubted that very much.

Now as we were telling this story, Rian was still running.

"There he is Dudley! He's headed to the park!" Piers, a 'friend' of Dudley's, was probably the fifth person he hated the most. First being Voldemort and the second, third, and fourth are the Dursley's.

Hadrian cursed. Of course Piers would see him. It was always Piers, it was like he had super sharp senses. One time, a few years ago, Rian was hiding in the bushes, and he swore he saw Piers sniff him out.

Then something really weird happened. Piers, who was staring at Malcolm, started at him instead of continuing on after Rian. No one noticed yet, no one but Rian. Rian didn't say anything though, it wouldn't be any fun if he did.

Dudley finally turned around after he noticed that his second-in-command wasn't next to him, "What are you doing?!" Dudley all but shrieked, "We're supposed to pound the freak."

Piers who, up until that moment, was looking goo-goo eyes at Malcolm who just noticed the other boys advances. Malcolm's eyes widened as he backed away fearfully at what he thought was going to happen. Piers pounced. He started kissing Malcolm for all was worth it while the other boy was trying to get him off.

While all this ruckus was going on Rian slipped away unnoticed. He knew it was getting late, and that he should be home before Dudley. It wouldn't help any though, he knew that he had done something 'freakish' and Dudley would tell Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon as soon as all his friends went home.

About one hour after it happened, Rian headed to the Dursley's. He wouldn't call it 'home' for the only home he felt relatively safe was at Hogwarts, but even that wasn't 'home' for him. He felt as if it was right there in front of him, but it was just out of reach.

When Rian got back to the Dursley household, Dudley was already there. There was a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. He knew he would end up broken and bleeding in his cupboard again. Yes, cupboard, as just before the school year started he was put back in.

"Boy! What is the meaning of this? Dudley said that you did something freakish to one of his friends! I have said it before and this time I mean it. YOU WILL BE DEAD FOR THREATENING DUDLEY AND HIS FRIENDS!" Vernon thundered at Rian. Who, at this point was cowering near the open front door in hopes of making himself seem smaller to avoid his uncle's wrath, not that it did any good.

That is how it started. Not caring that the door was open, or just not realizing it, he started punching. And kicking. And screaming. He hit any part of Rian that he could reach. When Vernon seemed to think him ready enough, he stripped Rian of all his clothing. By now pretty much all of Little Whinging was heading towards all the noise.

Vernon started unbuckling his belt to release him of his confines. Nobody in the crowd wanted to help, at least not help Rian. Vernon, who was now standing over his nephew half naked, kneeled on the ground behind Rian.

Rian was, if possible, more scared now than he was in his entire life. His Uncle Vernon, while never raped him before, Rian had suck him off while he was eating supper, as Petunia would never degrade herself to suck someone off, even if it was her own husband. Rian could feel his uncle kneeling on the ground and lining up at his dry bottom hole.

Vernon plunged hilt-deep inside Rian, and Rian screamed for all that was worth until Vernon's co worker, Jim Crack, put his dick into Rian's unwilling mouth to stop the horrible screeching.

It was hours later that the police turned up, courtesy of his Aunt Petunia, who never thought Vernon would sink so low as to have gang bang with the Freak. Rian had passed out with pain an hour ago, but still made pain-filled moans as he could not scream anymore.

When the police got there, they immediately arrested Vernon and anyone who had their pants down and phoned the Hospital ASAP so they could get the patient who was in critical condition.

He awoke in a hospital bed in the local hospital with a stranger sitting next to the bed. Rian was terrified. A strange man, sitting next to his bed? Seems suspicious.

"Finally awake then Hadrian?" the man's voice was soft, like a fuzzy blanket on his cheek, not that he knows what it feels like. "I have to tell you something, something important. But not here, not now, not with so many witnesses around."

Rian started, he didn't expect the man to talk, "Who are you? What are you doing here? With me? Shouldn't you be with someone important? I'm just a Freak." The man, whom had started to go a lovely shade of red, got up abruptly and started pacing furiously. All Rian heard from what the man was mumbling was '-revenge will be sweet-' and something very inappropriate that should not be repeated, ever.

Then he laughed, actually laughed, it was more of a chuckle really, but still. "Who am I? I, am a god. A greek god to be exact," the man added, "My name is Eros. God of Love, otherwise known as cupid."

Harry was shocked, figuratively speaking of course, how could this man- Eros- was a god! An actual, honest to god, god. It was like he was having one of those rare pleasant dreams he had in his cupboard.

Eros continued, "I am here because I have something of vital importance to tell you before you turn twelve. No, I do not have someone more important to see, AND, you are not a Freak," having said his piece, Eros conjured some papers out of thin air and began to write. If Rian looked close enough, he would have seen they were release and guardianship papers.

As soon as he was done, he called for a nurse to check him over and bring the papers to the one in charge. That being done Eros held out some clothes for Rian to put on so they could get out of the Hospital. Rian was soon done changing and left with Eros so they could talk.

Eros led Rian to a small park a little ways away from the Hospital and sat down on a bench. He explained how gods and goddesses often have children with mortals on Earth so they could get their children to go on life risking quests since "they would rather stay on their as- I mean rump all day long." Here thunder was heard in the distance, but it was a cloudless day so pedestrians were really confused.

Rian asked, "But what does this have to do with me? I mean, I can't be a demigod, I just can't. All my friends would think me a freak," Eros began to colour again and told him if his friends thought him a freak, then they aren't very good friends are they? Then Eros gently went on how to tell him that Rian was his son, and that was what they had to talk about.

"Rian," Eros said gently, "I'm going to teleport us to a remote place where no-one can hear us, okay? I just want you to grab onto my arm," Rian did as told and tensed in anticipation but Eros said to relax, even if there will be a slight discomfort for a few seconds. He closed his eyes and relaxed, he re-opened his eyes just as they were off in a puff of dark blue and gold cloudlike thing.

It was what felt like hours later, but really only minutes, they were at their destination. He opened his eyes and immediately closed them as a wave of nausea hit him. Rian breathed in deeply a few time and he felt someone rubbing his back soothingly. Eros. He opened his eyes slowly this time weary of everything and everyone, except Eros, he could trust him.

As Rian looked around he took people in a circle around him and started hyperventilating. Eros immediately started shushing and cooing sweet nothings in his ear. After a few minutes of this Rian heard a man ask his father- his father!- what he was doing 'here' and what Rian was doing with him. Eros quietly explained what happened and that he was his son.

"Well," the man said, "this is certainly a surprise, I must say. What is your name young one?"

Not wanting to be rude, and feeling as if he could trust him, Rian told him, "Hadrian, but I also go as Rian, or just Ry if you want," Rian replied in a small, soft, broken whisper. It broke everyone's hearts to hear his soul so broken at such a young age.

"My name is Chiron, Rian. And this, is Camp Half-Blood."

Rian looked at his father for reassurance about the place and people, and Eros just cuddled him closer to his person. Chiron and everyone else looked upon the unfamiliar scene in silence. A young boy a few years older than him by the looks of it, walked out of the crowd to talk to him. Rian was scared again, why were all these people here? Who wanted to talk to him? A freak?

Eros sensing where Rian's thoughts were headed, told him sternly, "You are not a freak Rian, don't let what the Dur- I mean those people did to you make you a freak, you are perfect Rian, whether you accept it or not." The other people around them were shocked to say the least, when Eros said that, even the boy paused in walking towards them before continuing on.

He crouched down next to them and introducing himself, " Hey Ry, my name is Percy Jackson, let me be the first to ask you if you would like the tour of camp?" The newly named Percy, said this all with a hopeful half-smile that made Rian's breath catch in his throat for a moment before he nodded. Barely more than a movement, but it caught Percy's attention.

"Before you do Percy, If Rian finds you trustworthy, I want you to look out for him at all times. He has been through something traumatic recently so, please, be gentle," with his part said he turned to Rian and told him where he was and who the main people in the group were, the cabin leaders, Chiron (what he was), Mr. D (who he was), that Percy was going to show him around the camp, and if he ever needed a break from everyone, just call his name (Eros' that is).

Rian stood up and clung to his father's hand tightly. Percy came slowly to a stop in front of Eros and what he was beginning to think of his Ry. He held out his patiently for Rian to take. Rian tentatively took the offered hand after another scared look to Eros, but he just nodded reassuringly at him.

As Percy started to lead Rian around the camp, Chiron dismissed everyone to their lessons as he wanted to talk with Eros. Chiron asked Eros why Rian was so small and timid. Eros replied so softly anyone eavesdropping wouldn't hear, that Rian had been raped multiple times by various people, and by his own uncle. What Chiron heard horrified him, he felt as if his very soul was split in two by the little boy that captured everyone's heart as soon as they set their eyes on him.

"Do you think I could change it," Ry asked Percy out of the blue. Percy looked confused.

"Change what?" Percy asked. He tried to think of a million different scenarios of what Ry might need to change, but he came up with nothing.

Rian hesitated. He was afraid that Percy would think him an idiot. But then he said quietly, "Change my fate," he said this very quiet, quiet enough that Percy had to strain his ears in order to hear him. He was shocked! How could his Ry want to change his fate?

He said his thoughts out loud. Rian stuttered and blushed like a fool. He did not want Percy to know, he might never live it down. But then again he had brought it up, "Well," he started, "It's just that, my old family- I'm not even sure I can call them that anymore- they told me that nobody is ever gonna love me," by the end of the short spiel he was mumbling and it was very hard for Percy to understand.

But he did, and he was very disheartened to hear that Ry thought that way. Percy was quick to assure him that he and Rian's father would always love him no matter what.

That was all Rian needed to hear. From him anyway.