Title: The Son of Zeus and the Triwizard Tournament
Rating: T
Summary: Harry Potter, son of Zeus and Hera, heads back for his fourth year at Hogwarts. Betrayed by people that he thought was his friends, but gaining new friends, he finds himself in the Triwizard Tournament. It will take everything that he has, and his new friends, to win and to make Tom Riddle fear him. Sequel to Harry in a Whole New World and a crossover with Percy Jackson, with Weasley and Granger bashing!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Riordan's characters and I'm making nothing from this.
Chapter 2: The Announcement that I Know About
Harry's POV
We took the carriages to the castle when the train came to a stop and we all got off. Thankfully Granger and Weasley didn't join me, Neville, and Luna. So we weren't bothered by their glares or whispers. When we all got off we hurried inside just as water was being thrown.
"Great, Peeves is acting up," Luna said.
Since the only thing that I could do was glare at him, I hurried into the Great Hall with Neville and Luna. Luna went over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down and I and Neville sat as far away from anyone that liked the Weasley's as we could get. Slowly the Great Hall filled with returning students and Weasley and Granger chose the seats at the end of the table. Good, glad their not going to bother me.
A couple of minutes later the doors opened and a line of new students, Professor Snape in-front of them, went past us and went to the front.
"He must have been made Deputy Headmaster," Neville said.
"Must have," I agreed.
One by one each student was sorted. By some strange twisted events I had only been present for my own sorting. And the song the hat was singing wasn't the one that had been at mine.
"It's different each year," Neville said, "I guess it spends all year up in the Head's office thinking a new one."
When the last students, who went into Slytherin, sat down Professor McGonagall stood up. She looked around, her stern face nothing like Dumbledore's fake cheer and happiness. I heard several people at the different tables wondering where Dumbledore was at.
"Welcome to a new term at Hogwarts," she said, "I have a couple of announcements to say to everyone. First of all, Professor Albus Dumbledore has passed away. It's sad to lose someone has wonderful as Dumbledore, but everyone must die at some point down the road. Therefore the governors have made me Headmistress of this school. I have appointed Professor Snape to be Deputy Headmaster but he'll continue with being Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House. As I'm now Headmistress I've appointed Professor Smith to be Transfiguration teacher and Head of Gryffindor House and Professor Shacklebolt has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
I looked at Shacklebolt and saw him looking at everyone. He was black with no hair but a commanding presence.
"He's an Auror," Neville told me.
I nodded and then Professor McGonagall talked about the Triwizard Tournament. I tuned most of it out, mainly because my parents had told me about it. But, another, because my ADHD and Dyslexia was kicking in. I heard the Weasley twins complaining about something, but I really didn't care. When the food arrived I looked around and saw Snape pointing to the door. I figured that a way had been figured out for us to burn our food.
I got up and joined the other demigods that were heading for the door, our plates with us. I don't know what Snape had done, but none of the mortals looked up from their food. When we got out of the castle a large fire was waiting on us. We all got in line and gave our offering to our godly parent, twice with me. When we got back I sat down and got started on my dinner.
"So what do you think about the Tournament?" Neville asked me.
"An easy way to get killed," I told him, "And I have no intention of dying."
"Yeah, you went through the whole 'seeing dead people' thing during the summer," Neville said, talking about my journey to the Underworld.
I nodded in agreement.
When the feast had ended we all headed to our different houses. Me, Neville, and the other Gryffindor's headed for Gryffindor tower. Seamus asked me why Granger and Weasley weren't talking to me.
"Ask them, not me," I said, "I don't know why their being such jerks."
I didn't want anyone to know that I knew the real reason.
The next morning, no demigod dreams, I went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Thankfully moron number one and moron number two weren't around. Most likely talking bad about me while they have the chance! I didn't need them, since I had real friends. I gave an offering to the gods, prayed for some patience dealing with my former friends, and got a letter from Annabeth. Don't know why she's writing, but I figured that she had nothing better to do.
It was written in Greek!
Dear Harry,
Percy has made it clear that he's staying with his mother for a whole year before coming back. I do miss him, but I understand why he wants to stay with his mother. I heard about this Tournament that's going on. Hope that nothing happens and you end up in it. Hades would have your skin. Anyway, don't let your fake friends pull you down. You have the support of Camp Half-Blood.
Annabeth
PS! Clarisse is mad at you for some unknown reason.
I folded the letter and said, "Yeah, because I blasted her father."
The whole day was one huge headache and I'm not even Athena. My former friends sat in the front while I sat in the back. Snape had enchanted all my books to Greek and had given me a quill that could write in Greek when the teacher spoke. Thank the gods for this, or I would have been in trouble. Lunch went by pretty quickly, with my head stuck in Divination text and writing down what Trelawney wanted.
"I don't know why you're not talking to Harry," I heard Seamus asking them.
"Because I'm tired of almost getting killed," Weasley said, "If it hadn't been for my sister's stupid crush on Potter, she wouldn't have been down in the Chamber."
"Oh so it's Harry's fault that she got a crush on him," he said, "If it hadn't been for your damn mother telling those stories, then she wouldn't have a crush. And don't you dare try to argue this point, because I don't want to hear it."
"If you don't stay away of Potter, he's going to get you killed," Granger told him.
"How about you stay away from me," Seamus snarled, "Or else?"
"Or else what?" Weasley asked.
"Or else I'm going to tell the new Head of Gryffindor House that your betraying one of your housemates," he answered and then stormed out.
"Still getting people to side with you, Potter," Weasley said, "And when will they die?"
"I'm not putting up with this," I told Neville, getting up.
Thunder started to roll and the students looked up at what had been a clear, blue, day. When a bolt of lightning came down and almost hit someone I decided that it would be a good time to leave.
