Greek Wishes

Summary- After receiving an inheritance that he didn't expect, and one that is exactly accepted in the wizarding world, at least not without some serious restrictions, Harry's life as really taken a turn for the worst. Just when Harry thought things were going to be getting better for him, what with the war finally over, Harry finds himself facing a life of slavery as a newly turned Djinn, or at least that is what he thought he had to look forward to. But what happens when he receives help from a really unexpected source? But, in the end, will this help really be what Harry needs or are things going to get even worse him? This is a PJO/HP crossover.

CHAPTER ONE

Harry sighed as he stared at the chains and bars around him, each one of them designed to keep him prisons; as well as drain his magic from him. Each on powered by at least eight different powerful wizards, or witches, making it impossible for him to overpower said chains; so that he could escape. And to make it all worse, at least worse than they already were for Harry, Harry knew, with an icy cold bitterness deep within him, that each one of those chains and bars had been place on him by people that at one point he had actually happily considered to be his family.

Eyes burning with the need to cry the tears that Harry refused to let go, at least not anymore, not ever again if he had any say in the matter, Harry began to think back to when this hellish nightmare he was now forced to call his life had all started; or at least when his life began to take a turn for the worst. And to think, the think the thing that started it all was supposed to be such a happy occasion, was supposed to mark the start of a joyful start of a new life…after all this had all begun on his seventeenth Birthday.

FLASHBACK

Harry was eagerly waiting for the clock to strike midnight, and signify the beginning of his seventeenth birthday; for several different reasons. One of them being the fact that the minute he turned seventeen Harry at long last would finally be considered an adult in the wizarding world. Which in itself meant several thing to harry, the main, and most important one to Harry at the moment being the fact that he could finally get away from the people he had been forced to call family since he was left on their doorsteps at the age of one.

Another being the fact that he was seriously curious, as well as quite a bit excited, to see just what this magical inheritance thing Ron had told him about was. According to Ron the magical inheritance was supposed to happen during the very beginning of your seventeenth birthday and what happed during said inheritance was supposed to bother reflect who you family was as well as the personality of the person that was undergoing the inheritance.

Ron had told him that this could main anything from a small increase in power, better control over your magic, both of which Ron had admitted were the most common thing to happen during a magical inheritance, to anything like the extremely rare magical creature inheritance.

Which Hermione informed him, was something that happened when, the person going through the magical inheritance, has both enough pure magical power and a Creature gene close enough to his parental line to actual be active during the inheritance.

Both Harry and Hermione had at first thought it weird that the creature blood could completely over run the human or wizarding blood in a person that had an inheritance like this, and could make them completely whatever the creature blood came from. But in the end, after a lot of unwanted research, the two of them had to put it down as something about magic that really couldn't be explained.

When Harry had first heard about this type of inheritance, and how it was now received in this day and time, he had gotten a little worried that this was the type of inheritance he would receive when he underwent his seventeenth birthday. But Hermione had done her best to put those fears to rest as she looked up the Potter family line. Once she did this she assured Harry that it wasn't likely to happen to him seeing as the Potter family hadn't had any creatures in if for at least five generations; and the one that were in it were ones that were generally accepted in the wizarding world for the most part.

Hearing all of this, and doing all he can to ignore the chance of a creature inheritance; Harry couldn't help but feel a bit excited. This magical inheritance sounded like something that would both let him find more about his family, which despite how hard he tired he could seem to find anything more than the bare basics, which is what Hermione had used when she checked through his family line.

Not only that but the magical inheritance could also inform him a bit more about himself, because from what he has heard you can't hide from the magical inheritance and it brings out who you really are in the end, no matter how much you may lie to yourself about who you are.

Currently there was only a couple of minutes before the clock struck midnight, signifying the very start of his seventeenth birthday, and Harry was waiting for those last couple of minutes to pass with baited breath to see just what was going to happen. Only to release the breath he had been holding when the clock strike midnight and nothing happened. Disappointed Harry waited a good thirty minutes to see if anything was going to happen only to be once more disappointed as absolutely nothing happened.

Realizing this Harry began to get himself ready for bed; dragging his feet the most he could the whole while. As he was doing this Harry couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him, Ron had never mentioned someone not getting a magical inheritance, was there something wrong with him? Was he even more different then he original thought? Were the Dursley's right about him, had they been right all along?

These troubled, and disturbing thoughts, keep Harry from going to sleep, until at last after fighting to go to sleep, for who knows how long, Harry finally began to drift off; the last thing his tired eyes seeing as he did this was as the clock struck three o'clock.

Then all of a sudden the only thing Harry was complete and utter pain as it felt like every nerve in his body felt as if they were on fire, as if his body was slowly being torn apart and pieced back together in a completely different way. The pain was bad enough that Harry found himself falling into the blackness of unconsciousness, something even Voldemort's Cruciatus couldn't do to him, and as he feeling into this darkness Harry could help but think to himself.

'I think my clock's a little off."

Harry groggily began to wake up, his body throbbing and aching in ways he didn't think were possible, and Harry had at one point believed he knew just what pain was due to everything he had been put through his short life; well now he was sure he did. Feeling all of this pain Harry couldn't help but wonder what had happened to make his body scream in agony like it currently was.

That is when Harry remembered what had happened earlier that morning; or he assumed it was earlier this morning still. Realizing this the first thing Harry did was look at the clock so that he could see just what time it was; and if it was still in the same say as he remembered it being. It was by doing this that Harry was able to find out that he had been out of it for five hours and it was now eight o'clock.

Seeing this Harry felt himself go pale, for more than one reasons. One being the fact Harry knew today was going to be hell because of the lack of sleep he had gotten, seeing he wasn't sure being knocked out during an inheritance really counted as sleeping.

Not to mention that was on top of whatever his inheritance had done to him. There was also the fact that if that time was correct, or even if it really wasn't, he only had a short while to clean up, check what they hell had happened to him before getting down stairs and getting downstairs to get his so called family's breakfast started; mainly so they wouldn't realize anything had happened to him.

That when Harry froze and remembered something else, something that helped him calm down some. This was the fact that if he could do those things without his family noticing anything then he could be home free for the day. Because after their breakfast was done Harry knew his real family was coming for him. And they had already assured him that he would never have to come back to this hell hole ever again.

Harry now feeling excited and energized hopped out of his bed, ready to get ready for the day. This in mind Harry grabbed some of his new clothes, which had been given to him as an early birthday present from his friends, and took off to the bathroom for a quick shower; which Harry knew his oh so loving family only let him do because of the treat form the order as well as the fact that his aunt didn't want to have deal with his smell, and because his aunt wanted him to be clean before he even thought of touching their food.

Harry knowing he didn't have a lot of time quickly went to the bathroom, shut the door and turned the shower on before starting to get undressed; letting the water heat up in the shower as he did so.

Paying no attention to anything else and promising to do some test to figure out what his inheritance did to him while in the shower; knowing anything bigger would have to wait till he got to the Weasley's.

This in mind, and now completely undressed, Harry turned to get in the now slightly steaming shower. Only to freeze as he finally caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror. Horror filled Harry's being as he saw what was in the mirror and at the same time Harry could help but wonder just why he hadn't figured out just what had happened when he had first woke up.

Because there standing in the mirror was him, yet at the same time it could have never been him. What was currently standing in the bathroom mirror made his earlier terror about getting a creature inheritance, despite Hermione's assurances that he wouldn't get one, proven to be a true fear.

Seeing this Harry swallowed heavily and licked his lips nervously before taking in all the changes he had undergone. Knowing he would need all of them to find out just what type of creature he had been transformed into; which would hopefully fall under one of the few creatures the wizarding world accepts among them.

What he saw when he did this was rather shock to say the least. Because there in the mirror was a nothing short of an enthralling being. It was as if something had taken all his flaws and smoothed them out making him looking utterly enchanting while doing so. At the same time they made it so that he was in no way human because there was no way that a human would have some of the features Harry currently had.

There in the mirror was a fay looking creature with really pale green skin that almost seemed to glow from within. Yet at the same time this skin almost seemed to look normal, almost like moonlight pale skin.

At least it would have almost looked normal, almost unnoticeable, if not for the much dark green, oddly beautifully hypnotically swirling runes that decorated small, yet, major, parts of his body. Like in the center of his forehead, under both his eyes, on the back of his hands, in the center of his chest, right were his heart was, and down his legs; were just a few of the places where these swirling runes were located at.

Not only that but Harry noticed his eyes were even brighter than they were before and looked even more so because of the fact they weren't hidden behind the glasses they usually were, which made harry wonder how he hadn't noticed the fact he could see without his glasses before… not that he was complaining about it but still.

There was also the fact that the scar that had pledged him for so long, and the one that hadn't disappeared with the death of Voldemort looked as if it had faded a lot. Now only being noticeable because Harry was looking for it and looking more like a rune then an actual scar as it had before.

Harry took in all these changes and all the others and as a certain feeling of numbness began to over taking him Harry felt himself go on auto pilot as he climbed in the shower to get cleaned up. Forgetting anything about testing any abilities he may have gotten during the inheritance as he did so; at least until he found out just what he had become.

Almost stumbling out of the shower Harry quickly got dressed, inwardly cursing the fact that he had grabbed dark green shirt as he did so because it made is new skin color just that more obvious; then again so did the pitch black pants he was also wearing. Once dress Harry went out of the bathroom not before once more staring wide eyed at his reflection. It seemed he was slowly coming out of his shock, and that is when the panic began to set in.

Now coming to terms with the fact that he was no longer human, or at least not completely, Harry began to feeling the panic began to build up in him. Trying his best to not let this panic overwhelm him Harry, with a growing sense of icy dread building up in his stomach, went to the one thing he had that he hoped would explain what he was; what happened to him.

This was the several books that he had gotten, without anyone knowing, on different magical creatures; on the off chance his 'Potter' Luck stuck again. After all the supposed impossible had happened to him several time in his life and he would rather be prepared and not need it, then need it and not be prepared for it.

This in mind Harry grabbed the first book on the pile and began reading it. No longer care about the fact that he needed to prepare his so called family's breakfast or the fact that in a matter of a couple hours that his real family, or the people he considered his real family, would be here to take him away from the hell hole he called a home for the last sixteen year.

No, at the moment all he cared about was finding out just what had happened to him. Though he did start to read a little fast when he remembered just how long he had till he was picked up. After all he didn't know just who was going to pick him up and Harry really wanted to know if he was going to be able to hide his sudden creature inheritance from whoever it was that did pick him up.

Harry, who was more of a doer then a reader, swore that he had never read a fast, or took in as much information as he did, as he was currently doing ever before. In fact only twenty minutes had passed since he had first begun and Harry had already finished one of his books and was half way through another. Though he still hadn't figured out just what he was.

But he had managed to find out that he wasn't some type of veela, which apparently there were several of, he wasn't any type of elves, which again there were several types of, he was no type of plant hybrid, vampire, sprite, or element; as well as several other creatures Harry already knew he wasn't.

Sighing Harry flipped another page in the book he was currently in. He had been at this for two hours now, making it around ten thirty, and he was no closer to finding out what he was then when he had first began. No, that wasn't quite sure he had managed to narrow it down just what he may be quite a bit, especially after he had wandlessly tossed his uncle out of his room and then preceded to seal the room shut with just a simple absentminded flip of his wrist when his uncle had come charging at him for not fixing his breakfast.

Harry was biting his lips and feeling like pulling his hair out. He was on his last book at he still hadn't found out just what he was. To make matters worse the person who was supposed to be picking him up, however that may be, was supposed to be here in around thirty minutes. That's when Harry turned the page of his book and felt himself go extremely pales as his every instinct screamed at him that this is what he was; however much he wished he wasn't.

But Harry knew deep in his heart, no matter how much he attempted to deny it, that he was, and the prove was both in his magic and written out in black and white in the book in front of him. Knowing this Harry took a deep breath and began to read the page in front of him; hoping to find some way to hide just what he was from the whole world as he did so. The very first sentence made him want to do that and that feeling, as well as a growing feeling of pure unadulterated horror, only grew strong as he continued to read further into the book.

Djinn

This creature is one of the most feared, yet most hunted for, humanoid creatures found in the wizarding world; or maybe in the world as a whole. These creatures are powerful, incredible so, and are considered to be the children of magic itself; having a deeper connection to their magic and the magic around them than any other humanoid magical being alive; only the magic of a unicorn or a phoenix is said to be close to equal to the magics of a Djinn.

It has been said that there are very few magics that a Djinn cannot do. In fact there is only one known thing, that is known by the wizarding world that is, that a Djinn cannot do and that is bring the dead back to life. This power, and this complete unknown limitations in it, is the main fact of why the Djinn are considered to be one of the most feared creatures alive; even more so then both Vampires and werewolves combined.

It is unsure just how powerful a Djinn is or for that matter is what the limit to their powers are. In fact very little is actually known about the Djinn creatures and there are hunters out there searching every day to find a Djinn so that more can be learned from it.

But over the years, and through intense studies of the Djinn that have been captures and contained, have lead us to some of the many answers we have on these dangerous creatures. One of the things that we have learned is the main reasons why the Djinn are as wanted as they are, and is what started the whole Muggle belief in what they call Genies.

For you see Djinns are wish granters, or they have the ability to grant wishes, as many as they want. Though a captured Djinn will usually offer to grant three wishes in return for his freedom, which is where the Muggle belief of get three wishes comes from. Though it should be noted that if you are the one to capture the Djinn and are forcing it to grant you the wishes you want then be weary and word your wishes very carefully because it is said that the saying, be careful what you wish for was made because of the Djinn.

Why or who the Djinn actually grant these wishes are not completely know to us as of yet, and it is said that the truth of the Djinn, and it's powers, will only be revealed to the Djinn and it's chosen master. Why a Djinn would chose a master or even want one is another unknown.

Some people speculate they chose a master to have control over their powers as a sort of grounder but again this has never been proven. This is because all Djinn that have been brought to the Ministry hands have either escaped in a spectacular, unheard of way, bringing more fear to the name of the Dijnn or they all end up dying for an unexplained reason. The longest the ministry has ever been able to keep a Djinn was the maximum of one month and that Djinn just faded right in front of the Ministry's eyes; never to reappear again.

Very little is known about the powers or the mentality of a Djinn but how to recognize one, or what they look like, is known; even if this knowledge is the bare basics. Djinn are beautiful creatures with little to no physical flaws in their appearance; similar to the Fae, the high elves, and the Veela. But unlike those previous mentioned creatures the djinn is a much more exotic looking creature. This is due to the fact that the Djinn has either a really pale blue or a really pale green skin tone with unknown powerful runes, in artful designs, in their skin; which are done in a darker shade of their skin tone and are completely smooth to the touch.

Now the pale green, or the pale blue skin can actually be hidden through the use of magic, but the runes that are on them cannot be hidden at all. These runes are believed to be connections to magic for the Djinn and as such they glow brightly when the djinn uses any type of magic. This glow is powerful enough to blast through any type of magic that is being used to hide said runes; rather it was cast on by the Djinn itself or by several different wizards at once.

The longest that we have seen a Djinn hide it's rune was m three days before said runes began to glow without the Djinn using any magic. It was because of this that the wizarding world believes that the Djinn actually need to use magic and that is why they usually go around granting wishes; though this hasn't been proven true in the least bit. So it can be said that these runes can, and are, huge identifies when it comes to finding a Djinn.

Capturing one on the other hand is much harder than that

Here Harry almost stopped reading and went into a pure panic at what he read but then some part of him was screaming at him to continue reading that he would need to know what was going to be said next. So that on the off chance he was captured he would have an idea to escape. Or better yet he would have an idea how to avoid being captured altogether. That in mind and after shoving down both his pure terror, and still growing panic, Harry went back to reading his book; swallowing heavily and trying desperately to be sick as he did so.

Capturing a Djinn is something not many people can boast about. Mainly because a Djinn can only really be captured when he is either exhausted or on the extremely rare cases just born/become a new Djinn. These are the only time that magic will really work on a Djinn and even that isn't completely sure if the Djinn is on the defensive, and is actively trying to defend himself. In fact the best way to capture a new Djinn would be by surprise and to have a very powerful wizard on standby ready to bind them. But be weary when the Djinn recovers if it isn't sufficiently bond or made to make an oath of obedience it will escape and most likely will destroy whatever was attempting to in slave it.

Harry after reading this bit felt the panic and terror that he had been pushing back nearly overwhelm him. He knew he had to get out of here that he had to find out a way to hide himself because he knew, even with what he had done in the war and how many people he had managed to save, that he would be chained up in the minister and put through Merlin knows how many experiments so they could find out more about Djinn.

Something he honestly didn't want to happen but at the same time he knew they would be able to do given hos whozzy and drained he was feeling; in fact Harry was really surprised he had managed to do anything given how bad he was currently feeling. Yet, at the same time Harry knew he couldn't let those feelings get the best of him so with that in mind Harry got up and began to gather all of his things so he could be gone before anyone came to get him; muttering softly to himself while he did so.

"I need to get out of here and I need to get out of her fast, before anyone find out just what type of inheritance I just received." After saying this Harry felt his blood turn to pure ices as he heard a very familiar, and currently very much hated voice, behind him spit out.

"It's too late for that Potter." Before a bright purple light covered his vison and Harry found himself falling in to a very much unwilling unconsciousness as the very sensitive nerves of his new body felt like they were repeatedly being electrocuted over and over.

Groaning Harry began to wake up only to jump up as he remembered just what had occurred before he had blacked on. However Harry immediately regretted this action only seconds later as he began to grit his teeth in an effort not to scream as his body showed him just what it though of his sudden movement. Yet even as did this Harry didn't stop moving nor did he let his guard down.

It was because of this that Harry was able to see just where he was, and just who was around him. But this in no way made Harry happy because as soon as he saw just who was holding him prisoner, and he was certainly being held prisoner, Harry felt tears of betrayal start to fall down his face. Because there with a rather disturbing gleam in his eyes was Dumbldore, with those had happily called family right behind them; none of which looked to be the least bit willing to let him go anytime soon.

END FLASHBACK

Since that day Harry had the pleasure of feeling those that he had once happily called family do their very best to break him, while he couldn't do a thing to defend himself against them. All because they wanted him to make a vow, a powerful magical unbreakable vow, to serve them in any way they wanted as long as they wanted; something Harry wasn't willing to do in the least bit.

However the joke was going to be on them because Harry could feel his power returning, he could feel the chains holding him weakening, and he knew that he was going to be able to escape from where ever he was being held captive real soon. All he needed was just a little more time.

Time that unfortunately he didn't have at the moment. Because the order, under Dumbldore's orders, had gotten even worse in their attempts to break him, using thing that they usually used in the worst of their jobs ranging from the worst of the curses they had to break, or the strongest spells they used to put down dragons, to other humiliating and painful curses.

To be honest Harry wasn't sure if his body could continue to hold out throughout all the punishment they were dealing out to him; especially since they didn't heal him nor give him time to heal naturally himself during all of this. If this continued like it was Harry wasn't sure if he would actually live long enough for his magic to fully return to him, so that he could attempt to escape.

Harry froze mid-thought about him injured state, and rather he would survive long enough to attempt to escape, when he heard a door being opened; one that always sounded off when someone entered as if both warning and taunting him about the fact someone was coming. Hearing this Harry couldn't help but start to panic a bit. His torturers couldn't be back already could they? They had just left not even ten minutes ago completely exhausted after everything they had put him through, they really couldn't be back already could they?

At the same time Harry didn't show any of this panic or fear that he was feeling instead he steeled himself and put the emotionless mask he had been wearing nearly the entire time he had been imprisoned. Because for some reason seeing the fact that Harry didn't seem to react at all to what they were doing ticked off his captives more than anything else he did; except perhaps when he refused to make the oaths they wanted.

However Harry found himself losing his blank mask when he saw just who was entering his cell and instead found himself staring in a stunned sort of shock at Draco Malfoy. His face must have been something amusing to look at because Malfoy crack a smirk before sarcastically spitting out.

"Well Potter, I came here to get you out of this hell hole, but if you would rather stand there and gap at me all day then…" Hearing this Harry snapped out of his stupor and him looked at Draco as he was insane; yet at the same time hopeful. A hopefulness that he couldn't keep out of his tone as he asked.

"What!? YOU want to get me out of here? Why and how for that matter…and even if you are able to get me out of here where will I go. No doubt the precious order will hunt me to the ends of the earth to recapture me and that doesn't include what the unspeakable from the Ministry will do." As he finished saying this, and all but spitting out the word order, Harry's tone had gone from slightly hopeful to a rather chilling bitter tone. One that seemed to affect Draco quite a bit if the way he shivered slightly before replying to Harry meant anything.

"Look Potter…Harry, I don't like you but I do owe you a life debt and I don't think you deserve what they're doing to you here…Plus I am a follower of the old ways and in the old time when magic was newer the Djinn were worshiped as a connection to magic, all creatures were treated a lot better than they are now, because a lot of them were closer to magic then wizard and witches are; it's why we use parts of them as our wand cores. " Here Draco sighed and in before in a rather uncharacteristic way ran a hand through his hair in frustration before continuing.

"I guess what I am trying to say is, I am getting you out of here and I know a way because of what you, and I believe that you should be free…I also have a way that you can get away from all of the and avoid being captured by them again as long as you a willing to trust me." Harry hearing what Draco was saying licked his lips and going with what his gut instinct was screaming at him to do decided to go along with whatever Draco was planning.

"Fine, I go along with whatever you have in mind. I think anything would be better than finding out just what they have in mind for me next. Something tells me I won't like it any more than anything else they have done to me so far." At Harry's answers Draco gave a sigh of relief before reaching into his robe and pulling out a small silk pouch. Which he showed to Harry before he started to pull out several different potion bottles, as he did this Draco began to explain to Harry just what he was planning doing so that Harry would be able to escape.

"Okay Po-Harry, they have those chains and bars warded to the maximum there is no way I could over power them, not in the least bit…though if you had time and the chance you may have been able to. But as it is you don't have the time and we need to get you out of here right now. So that is why I have these potions because they aren't warded against them…many because no one thinks to ward against potions. Which we're about to show can be a very dangerous thing." This said Draco started pouring the potions on the chains and Harry watched with fascinated eyes as the chains began to slowly dissolve. Draco seeing Harry's wide eyed looks smirked.

"Potions aren't as useless as you thought now are they Potter. Also hold still a little bit these ones around your neck I am going to have to be a bit more careful with." This said Draco leaned in closer and started working on the ones around his neck. What he was doing Harry couldn't quite tell but he could feeling the chains around him getting loose and loose until finally they weren't holding him anymore. Once they were removed Draco quickly went on explaining the rest of his plan; knowing they really didn't have much time to pull this all off as he did so.

"Okay, now here is the big part, and the part that will be the hardest for you…it is also the reason I asked you to trust me earlier. Harry please grant me one wish for setting you free." Harry hearing this almost froze and could feel his anger building up ready to lash out at Draco. Was that, a wish, the only reason he had freed him in the first place? But Harry clamped hold of this anger and recalling that Draco had all but pleaded with him to trust him on this Harry decided to give him the benefit of the doubt by nodding his head in a positive fashion. One that hopefully showed Draco that he would be willing to grant him a wish; even though Harry wasn't completely sure how to grant wishes in the first place.

Draco seeing this nod gave a sigh of relief, glade that Harry didn't lash out at him like he had first feared he would have. But at the same time Draco knew that they were still working with a very limited amount of time so he started his wished; hoping all the while that Harry would be able to grant it…and that he would be able to get out of this place before anyone realized Harry had disappeared.

"Okay, I wish that one Harry James Potter was completely healed as he is placed somewhere that the wizarding world as a whole could never get a hold of him and that he had all the necessary knowledge, as well as control over his powers, that he would need to survive where he lands." Harry hearing this found himself completely and utterly stunned and acting on instincts he didn't even know found himself granting Draco's wish and at the same time places what he somehow knew was a blessing on Draco as he did so. Then all Harry knew was a bright, blinding, green light covering head to toe; blocking out the rest of the world around him as it did so.