Harry Potter, Son of the Shadows
Disclaimer: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
Plot: Response to my 'Twice-Blessed Half-Blood' Challenge: Olympus, Earth, the Underworld; from a world of lies and pain, one shall come forth with the power to rule them all. Enter Harry Potter, determined by Thanatos, Champion of Hecate and son of…wait: is that possible? That God?
Author's Note: Okay, so for those wondering where this one's coming from: it's partially from that dangerous realm of creation known as my imagination and partially from the challenge idea. I know this may seem scary and a little weird, but kindly remember that this is Fan Fiction: also, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my loyal readers and reviewers; my recommended reads are Conventus Domus by Lawstudent092 and Prince of Death by The Potters of the Future; two amazing stories by two very creative minds;
Key Pairing: Harry/Thalia
Other Pairings: Luke/Hermione; Others TBC
Normal Speech
'Thought'
'Voice of the Gods'
/Parseltongue/
Review Answers:
T4: All will be revealed in due time, my friend;
Aiko: While I appreciate the reasoning, I'm still keeping Harry dark;
StormyFireDragon: Thanks Storm, you know I'm surprised you never had a go at this; I bet one by you would be great;
Loki Palmer: Ah-ha, but does it mean I can't use that particular one?
Winged Seer Wolf: It was inspired because of Harry being death's son: also, I sent you a reply explaining about the image;
SonOfLupa: Thanks for that: truth is that I've only ever read LT and SoM and started to read TC before I actually lost interest: the movies helped me get it back, but thanks for pointing that out;
WhiteElfElder: Ah-ha, but there's a reason that Harry's twice-blessed as a god's child: it doesn't have anything to do with Lily or James being one in disguise;
LCF: I actually have an idea for Harry's weapon and one that will tie in part of the events of LT and onwards, but I appreciate the suggestions;
Le Diablo Blanc2: If you mean it's a shame that Harry won't be paired with Clarisse, then I say that you won't be disappointed because she'll still be part of Harry's circle;
Puma1sunfire: Ah, but back in certain circles, the bodies of the dead were…burned, I believe?
Dominus Phoenix: I put a link on my profile with that image and, when I saw it, I had to agree with your suggestion, so thanks for that;
Ww1990ww: I don't know about the relations to Thanatos, but it's because of Harry's unique situation that part of their powers bleed into him e.g. Nyx's Umbrakinesis power passes through Thanatos and into Harry while Morpheus' Dream powers are going to keep certain nightmares/visions away;
Lawstundent092: Nothing, as usual – unless you mean what he's done to make Harry so mad; in which case, keep reading to find out: and thanks for being my first reviewer too;
ALSO: To all those asking about Hermione, I'm not making her a demi-god, but much like Harry, she might become a Champion of a God or Goddess, but not Athena – too cliché: knowledge and wisdom and all that;
Some members of Harry's world – and I already know who, so please don't ask me will such-and-such be one – will be demi-gods, but not Hermione: sorry to those who may have been expecting it;
"A Son of the Shadows is a term for a very rare form of demigod: one whom has not one, but two godlike parents…though I wonder who they are."
"I think I might know," Harry replied, earning a worrisome look from Remus before he added, "At least, I think I know one: Thanatos!"
Harry had never seen Remus or Chiron look as frightened as they did at that moment…and he doubted he ever would again.
All he knew was that, with that one name, his life was never going to be the same…
Chapter 2: The Heroes Meet
"…That disgraceful, ungrateful little shit dares to harm my son? Where is he? I'll see him in Azkaban for…"
"Molly Weasley, will you shut up?" demanded Minerva McGonagall, her voice cutting through even Molly's Banshee-worthy shrieks as she looked from the Weasley matriarch to Arthur, who looked more angry than disappointed or supportive of his wife. When the scarlet-haired witch finally did shut up, Minerva continued, "I am not here to tell you or listen to you about Harry Potter's actions as, lest you forget, before your son forced his hand, we all thought he was dead."
"I, for one, am certainly glad that he's not," Arthur reasoned, his voice quiet while he spoke, "To die at the hands of a friend like that; it would have destroyed Remus."
"Who gives a…" Molly began, but she was cut off by a strong silencing spell from the door; looking past the matriarch, Minerva heaved a sigh and inclined her head to Severus Snape, who nodded in response while he pocketed his wand.
"That's enough of that, I think," Severus remarked, closing the door to Minerva's office before he continued, "The whole school and Hogsmeade have been searched, Minerva: there's no sign of the children, Black or Lupin anywhere."
"Privet Drive?" asked Minerva, earning a shake of the head from Severus, "What about Sirius' estate?"
"No," Severus answered, "Wherever they are, they are not in a place we will find them: I cannot stay for long, Albus is, as Muggles would say, doing his nut in trying to figure out how someone other than him escaped Hogwarts through magical means."
"Then we'd better make this quick, Severus," Minerva agreed, looking to Arthur as she explained, "Twice-before now, I have contacted you with my concerns about your youngest son's academic prowess, Arthur and twice-now, you have told me to let him settle, but we both know those words are not yours."
She glared at Molly with such ferocity that a lot of people couldn't help but wonder why her Animagus was a cat and not something with bite like a tiger, panther or wolf. As the loud-mouthed, silenced woman closed her mouth and lowered her head, Minerva then continued, "However, now that I have you here to speak for yourself, I am giving you a choice, Lord Arthur Stephen Weasley."
Molly's eyes widened as she felt two sets of magical essences react to Minerva's words: this was going to be 100% official and nothing would change it.
"What choice would that be, Madame Minerva Margaret McGonagall?" asked Arthur, completing the official words of declaration for what he feared was coming next.
"Either," Minerva answered, linking her fingers together as she told him, "You make your son shape up and improve his grades and academic prowess or, by the power vested in me as Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House, I will have no other choice than to have Ronald put on academic suspension and forced to repeat the year once again. Now, I don't want to do that for fear of him dulling down the year mates of your daughter, Ginevra, but I will if I have no other alternative. As things stand right now, you have two choices: you either remove him over the summer from any and all distractions and home-school him or, come September First, I will make sure he learns how to concentrate and work hard."
"How?" asked Arthur.
"The attack on Miss Granger and the attempted theft from Mr Potter notwithstanding," Minerva explained, her voice calm now as she addressed Arthur, "Your son is a known troublemaker, rumour-mongerer and layabout in Gryffindor that takes pleasure in boasting about his time in the spotlight and keeping the others from getting a chance to know their housemate. On more than one occasion, I've had a few students concerned with him telling them that if they even speak to Harry when Ronald is not there, he will hurt them."
Arthur's eyes widened and Molly started mouthing off, but thankfully, thanks to Severus' charm, they were spared her banshee tone, but Molly herself wasn't spared Arthur's questioning, icy glare.
"So…what do you suggest?" asked Arthur.
With a look of authority, Minerva answered him, "If you consent, as Head of House Weasley, then, as punishment for his crimes against his housemates and attempted abuse against a female housemate, I will enact an old rite: the Master/Apprentice Right of Studious Progression…and, as of September First, Ronald will be under the tutelage, support and responsibility…of Severus!"
The loud thud told the three other magic users that they wouldn't be hearing from Molly anytime soon.
This also meant she didn't hear Arthur seal his son's fate, "Do it…and for the record, offer my apologies to young Harry for what we nearly cost him."
"That's if he comes back," Severus told Arthur, his tone dark while he gave another curt nod to Minerva as he added, "I should be going now, Minerva: to prepare for my new remedial student."
"Thank you Severus," Minerva replied, watching as her colleague left the office, leaving Minerva to glance to Arthur before she told him, "I couldn't let the crime go unpunished, Arthur; especially not after everything Harry and Hermione have done to try and help your son."
"Not only my son," Arthur whispered, a feeling of dread passing through him as he realised what Harry could have done if he'd gone any further with his vengeance against Ronald and the Weasley Family.
It would have cost Arthur his greatest pride…and that was a price too high for the Weasley Lord…
Son of the Shadows
"Until we know more, Harry, you'll be staying here."
"Thank you, Chiron," Harry replied, watching as Chiron showed him around the cabin for those on the camp who were the Sons and Daughters of Hermes, though when he entered the cabin for the first time, he also noticed a few that seemed confused and worried for being here. It was then that Chiron explained the undetermined also stayed here until their god-parent claimed them and, although Harry was the determined son – or half-son since he was recognised as a Son of the Shadows – of Thanatos, the cabins on-site were only recognised by the twelve main gods of Olympus and not the primordial forces.
As Harry was shown to a spare bunk, he also noticed that only he had entered the cabin while Sirius, Hermione and Remus had remained in the camp itself. It wasn't until later that he learned of how Sirius and Hermione had been allowed to bunk with Remus in the Apollo Cabin until they either returned to England or set up nearby housing – though Sirius knew that Hermione needed to go back so her own parents wouldn't worry about her.
As he sat down on the bed, Harry looked up and noticed a few of the other demigods were giving him an unusually-wide berth, all except one: a blonde-haired, blue-eyed individual who looked to be a year or two older than Harry. He was dressed in a short-sleeved black shirt with a dark jacket slung over one shoulder, a friendly, but wary look in his eyes.
"So you're the new kid?" asked the older boy, extending his free hand to Harry as he explained, "I'm Luke Castellan: son of Hermes and Camp Leader…though not necessarily in that order."
For some reason, Harry smiled at the boy's sense of humour before he took the hand and answered, "Harry Potter, Son of Shadows and very confused young man…not necessarily in that order either."
Now it was Luke's turn to smile before he told Harry, "Don't worry about the others, Harry: it's just been some time since a Son of Shadows has come to Camp Half-Blood. So, do you have any ideas who you're the son of?"
"Well…I know one, but Chiron told me I should keep it to myself for now," Harry answered, watching as Luke sat down next to him, giving the boy a sense of comfort and familiarity that Harry had to admire.
"You can tell me," Luke told him, giving Harry a soft laugh as he added, "Just because my Dad's the god of tricksters and thieves doesn't mean I can't be trusted. Besides…" here, his eyes narrowed as he examined Harry's green eyes before he told him, "There's something about you, Harry: something special…so, go on, you can let me know."
Looking to the rest of the cabin, who'd all started to get on with their own business, Harry heaved a sigh before he dropped his voice to a whisper and, leaning in close to Luke, he told him, "Thanatos."
"Wow," Luke replied, looking to his own cabin-mates before he turned to face Harry and added, "That is special: not many of us here are Primordial Kids: no wonder everyone else looked so freaked about it."
"You don't seem to be," Harry reasoned, earning a rue shrug from Luke.
"Nah, not me," he told Harry, "I've been at the Camp since I was about nine and I've seen loads of demis come and go. In time, I just got used to it, though I have to say that it's nice to meet you."
"You too," Harry replied, watching as Luke rose from his side and moved off to take care of his own business.
At the same time, Harry felt a smile creep onto his face as a feeling of realisation struck him;
He'd found a friend in the Camp already…and it was only his first day.
'Let's hope this friend doesn't end up like my last first friend,' Harry thought as he took some time to explore the cabin and familiarise himself with his new companions.
Son of the Shadows
Away from the cabin, Luke stopped and turned back to look out over the place that had been his whole world for a long time now, though most of the time, his gaze lingered on the Hermes cabin as thoughts of a certain green-eyed demi-god crossed his mind.
"The son of Thanatos," Luke whispered, almost sniggering with the thought that came to him, "And another, but clearly someone with power and his own dark side. If I could nourish that…then he could be a useful ally…perhaps even a brother I never had."
Unseen by Luke as he considered his future with Harry Potter, a black shadow moved away from the forest and disappeared into the ether, a feeling of purpose empowering its decision.
If Harry was to be an ally of Luke's – or, in an ideal world, the other way around as Luke obeyed and followed Harry – then it looked like Thanatos had some work to do…
Son of the Shadows
The morning after Harry's first night in the Camp, the young demi-god found himself wandering by the edge of the perimeter, a soft and gentle breeze blowing across his face while, at the same time, a collection of dark thoughts had filled Harry's mind.
Because of these thoughts, Harry had felt a need to leave the cabin before he used his new mysterious powers on anyone that didn't deserve it, but, now that he was away from his cabin-mates, Harry had a chance to voice his thoughts. However, before he let them cross his mind, the young wizard/demi-god was surprised to find his steps had taken him directly to the base of Thalia Grace's tree and, now that he was standing beneath her form, Harry finally had a chance to ask the question that had bothered him since Remus had pointed it out yesterday.
"How does a girl become a tree?"
"You really want to know?" asked a sharp female voice, the sound of which had Harry turning, his hand instinctively going to his waist where his wand was located – even though a search before calling it a night had revealed that Harry's wand had been taken from him, most likely at the funeral held in the Great Hall.
The owner of the voice was a girl who seemed to be around the same age as Luke, her dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders while her eyes were a deep, almost-wise shade of grey; like most of the campers that Harry had noticed on his walk, the girl was dressed in a brown, leathery sort of armoured chest-plate, a sword in one hand and her other being used at that moment to brush her dark hair out of her eyes. Under the armour, she wore a blue shirt and jeans while a long-sleeved blue jacket lay at the foot of the tree behind her.
"Who are you?" Asked Harry, noticing the sword as well as the girl: despite his teenage male side that wanted to laugh at her and ask if she knew how to use that, there was something about her that said that would be the wrong thing to say.
"Annabeth Chase," answered the girl, "Daughter of Athena: you?"
"Harry Potter, Son of Shadows," Harry answered, earning an 'oh' of surprise from Annabeth while Harry also realised why he'd felt so conflicted about having a dig at her skills. Athena was the goddess of wisdom and battle strategies as well as sister to Ares and a constant war-force in the rivalry between the towns of Athens and Sparta: it wasn't too hard to figure out the rest.
"So you're the one they're all talking about," Annabeth remarked, earning a rue shrug from Harry as she added, "Well, you're certainly not what I was expecting, but there's time: now, you asked about Thalia?"
"Yes," Harry replied, turning to the vast tree behind him as he added, "It just…I mean with everything I've seen in my world, you'd think nothing would surprise me, but a girl who can turn into a tree…or was…or whatever: even I admit myself surprised."
"Thalia was a friend of mine," Annabeth told him, standing next to Harry in the shade of the old tree, "Together with a satyr named Grover as well as Luke, who you've probably met, the four of us travelled to Camp Half-Blood together. Along the way, we were intercepted by…by a group of monsters out to hunt her because of who she was."
"Daughter of Zeus," Harry muttered, but like the day before, the use of the name earned a rumble of thunder from overhead.
As Annabeth's eyes went upwards as Remus' had done, Harry just scoffed before he asked, "What? Fear of the name only increases the fear of the thing itself."
"And the Gods are immortal, invincible and as big as skyscrapers," Annabeth added, but Harry just shrugged.
"So how did Thalia become like this?" asked Harry, returning the focus of the story to where Annabeth left off.
"She risked her life to save us," Annabeth explained, "Being the daughter of Zeus, she thought herself stronger than us and tried to hold off the monsters until we passed through the barrier; however, she was knocked down by the monsters and nearly died. However, in what has to be a rare act of mercy, Zeus saved her and she was transformed into a tree, which also became the focus point for the barrier's magic."
'That explains what I felt yesterday,' thought Harry, looking up at the tree with a sense of awe in his eyes before he asked, "So why are you out here now, Annabeth?"
"I saw you leaving," Annabeth replied, "And, given you haven't even been truly determined yet, I figured you'd need someone to watch your back: besides, my Mother is the goddess of wisdom and battle strategies and I can tell you now that this is a stupid idea for you to be walking out here alone."
"I just needed some time alone," Harry muttered, stepping around the tree and, like yesterday, he also felt the tingle of the barrier pass over his skin as he walked through it.
Seeing him back on the safe side of the barrier, Annabeth shook her head before she told Harry, "You'll get used to it."
Then, without another word, she turned and left, leaving Harry to look once more to the highest peaks of Thalia's tree before he sighed and, with a scoff, he muttered, "An act of mercy…more like you couldn't admit you were wrong."
A dangerous rumble of thunder filled the air, but Harry wasn't intimidated, "Go blow smoke somewhere else, Thunder God: I don't fear you."
"That's a dangerous mistake to make," a familiar voice remarked, causing Harry to turn once more: Chiron was standing behind him, his arms folded and his voice calm as he addressed Harry, "You never want to anger the gods, Harry, even now: especially since you are a Primordial Child: one with such powers and potential is a danger to everything the gods stand for."
"I don't fear death, Chiron," Harry insisted, his eyes darkening as he faced the mentor, "Not when I've faced it so many times that it's more like falling asleep for me. Besides, my Father is the primordial force behind Death and the End, so why would I fear my own Father?"
As Harry walked away from the tree and Chiron, the aged centaur glanced up at the tree before he smiled and, with a nod of acceptance, he mused, "Good question."
Then, turning away from the entrance, Chiron returned to his duties…
Son of the Shadows
After a day of exploration and socialising with Luke, Annabeth and a few other campers – including a strong-willed girl named Clarisse La Rue who, upon meeting him, told him that she was available if the little prince needed some toughening up – Harry felt pretty tired and ready for his bed. As he said good-night to Hermione and Sirius – both of whom told him that they were returning to England to explain to Hermione's parents about her being away from home and school – and shared a warm drink with Remus to help him sleep, Harry's eyes were drawn once more to the tree at the edge of the camp.
"Remus," Harry muttered, walking through the camp's dining area with his ex-professor and friend by his side, "Did you ever meet your Dad?"
"Twice," Remus answered, offering a little of his drink to the bonfire that was lit in the centre of the area; despite his own parent not being one of the Big Twelve, Harry offered a bit of his before Remus continued, "The first time was on the first night of my transformations as a child: as the brother of Artemis, my Father offered to help me tame the wolf so that I wouldn't lose myself to its wildness. I was so scared that I accepted, but when he began to help me, he was called away by Zeus for one reason or another. Because of his gifts, my wolf form looks like it does, as a sign of the man beneath the beast."
"When was the second time?"
With a sad smile, Remus answered, "Fourteen years ago: some sort of conflict had divided Olympus and the Big Three were being really secretive with one another. When he visited me, Father explained that I had done him proud by not giving in to the madness and sorrow of my lesser half: he then told me that the day was coming where I would need to remember my huntsman's legacy and help a dear friend. I knew that he wouldn't lie: it was one of his traits, but I never found that day…until the moment I saw you alive and well once again."
"So…if the last time was fourteen years ago," Harry remarked, looking to his friend as he added, "Then the conflict…it must have had something to do with…"
"You," Remus answered, "Yes, which would also explain why my Father's words directed me to you and made me promise to never hurt you or leave you. And I mean it, Harry: wherever you go from here on in, you can rest assured that this is one demi-god who'll be there at your side."
"Thanks Remus," Harry smiled, raising the cup to his lips; however, as he did so, a loud alarm rang through the camp.
"We've got trouble!" Remus exclaimed, running through the camp with Harry on his heels: as they neared the entrance, those on watch saw the trouble for what it was.
Three figures, one of which looked taller than the other two, were running towards the camp's barrier; as they reached it, the taller one found herself unable to pierce the barrier. As one of the other two went to try and help her through, the thing that they were running from revealed itself: a Minotaur; a half-man, half-bull creature that grabbed the female member and lifted her into the air.
"Put my Mother down now!" demanded one of the two others, earning him a sorrowful shake of the head from Harry.
He heard the woman call the reckless one Percy, but before anything else could be said, the woman disappeared in a burst of golden flames; as the Percy-boy looked distraught, Harry decided he'd seen enough.
Racing down towards the entrance, the young wizard drew on his power and, lifting his hand, he fired off two bursts of shadow that speared the Minotaur into one of the nearby trees.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Percy, surprised to see someone else with him.
"Someone who might have just saved your life," Harry argued, "Now get through the barrier, idiot: honestly, do you have seaweed for brains or something?"
With that, Percy ran with his friend – a dark-haired satyr who, from talking with the other campers, Harry assumed to be Grover, the same satyr who'd been with Luke, Annabeth and Thalia – through the barrier. Harry, meanwhile, turned to face the bull-creature, but as the creature struggled to its feet, it gave a roar and disappeared in a burst of flames similar to the one that had taken the woman.
"Good riddance," Harry sighed, turning to pass back into Camp Half-Blood; on the other side, Percy and Grover were being seen to by Chiron and Remus, both men also thankful that Harry was all right.
"My Mother's gone?" Percy was asking, earning a sad nod of the head from Chiron, whom Harry also overheard Percy refer to as Mr Brunner – which answered the dilemma Harry had about the man/centaur – before he added, "Who took her?"
"From the flames and the minotaur," suggested Chiron, "My guess would be Hades: first the Fury and now this."
"What does this have to do with a lightning bolt?" asked Percy, earning a look from Harry as they wandered through the camp.
"Zeus' Master Bolt is the most powerful of the Divine Items," Chiron explained, his voice calm as his protégés walked with him, "Unfortunately, recently it was stolen from Olympus and, in an effort to avert war, Zeus is willing to do anything to get it back."
"But why is he after me?" asked Percy, earning a scoff from Harry.
"He's after all of us, Seaweed Brain," Harry argued, his voice edged by sarcasm as he explained, "You're just unfortunate because you're an undetermined demi-god."
"Not necessarily, Harry," Chiron told him, his path now stopping by the edge of a lake as he added, "This is Percy's home now."
Looking up, Harry laughed before he asked, "You got to be kidding me?"
"I do not kid," Chiron replied, watching as Percy approached and, turning to face the other two, he gulped before he said it.
"My Father's Poseidon?"
"God of the Sea and one of the Big Three," Harry answered, shaking his head before he added, "Guess now I have a reason to call you Seaweed Brain."
"And what makes you such a big shot?" asked Percy, "Who the hell are you anyway?"
"Harry Potter," replied Harry, "Son of Thanatos and, trust me, Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon: I'm someone you don't want to piss off!"
"Harry," Chiron warned him, but before he could say anything more, Harry turned and made his way back to the other cabin.
Son of the Shadows
The next morning, Harry was just as surprised as the rest of the campers when a fierce, heavy earthquake hit Camp Half-Blood: as everyone moved to safe positions, the surprises continued as, instead of destruction and earth-splitting chaos, the ground at the edge of the camp – close to Thalia's tree of all places – suddenly rose up like a tidal surge of water.
From within the surge, a large black Parthenon-style mausoleum appeared, the walls and entrance to the mausoleum decorated with statues and images of skeleton warriors while, over the door to this new building, a symbol shaped like an inverted crucifix was engraved, the centre of the crucifix holding the symbol of the Greek letter Omega.
With a curious glance, a few of the campers tried to approach, but when they drew close enough, they were almost frightened away by a cold chill that reminded Harry and Remus of the feel of Dementors drawing closer. However, as Chiron warned everyone away, Harry approached and, without waiting for anyone else to say anything, he put his hand on the door and pushed it open.
An icy chill spread through his body as the door's opening released an arctic chill onto the camp, making a few of the lighter Gods' children shiver while, near Harry, Remus' eyes suddenly flashed gold as Moony reacted to the power of darkness and dominance from within.
After a moment, Harry turned before he mused, "Guess this is my home now, eh Chiron?"
The mentor could only nod before Harry added, "Why do you think only I can get close?"
As if to answer his question, one of the skeleton-warrior statues suddenly came to life and, from underneath its stone-cast armour, it revealed a parchment that it handed to Harry with a bow.
Once Harry took the parchment, the warrior returned to its statuesque state before the young demi-god read the letter to the others;
Dear Harry,
Do not be afraid, these guardians of the gateway cannot harm you: they are a gift, the first of many, from me to you. The cabin is also yours as I doubt that many people will be too welcoming when they learn you're my son. There is much that you are yet to know about that, but I promise that we will meet soon enough and you will know all; for now, accept this gift and all within as yours.
The cabin is enchanted so that, much like the mortal belief of vampires, only those who have your invitation can enter: anyone else will feel as though I am walking over their graves – and if anyone dares to attack you when they learn, I probably will – but aside from that, the warriors are yours too. They will obey your commands and can be transformed by your imagination should you require more…bestial guardians.
Inside the cabin, all that is there is yours: I've even provided you with attire more worthy of the Prince of Death and a weapon that will serve you well; you'll also find some books and information on your powers and, when I explain the full story to you, I'll tell you more about any you are yet to discover or understand.
Enjoy yourself, my son…and be wary of any children of the Big Three whom have not earned your trust;
All is not well on Olympus and I would appreciate it if you continued to serve only one side in the battles that are to come: that side is yours.
Welcome home, Harry and, to be clichéd, I hope you rest in peace in here;
Father
PS: Don't let Chiron dictate your wishes either: one world already hails you as another title you don't want: time you got one you did.
Finishing the letter, Harry was as surprised as everyone else when the letter suddenly vanished in a burst of shadow-fire, the sight of the power making the rest of the campers shiver before he nodded and whispered, "I understand, Father."
"Harry?" asked Luke, looking to the mausoleum-style cabin with interest as he asked, "Is this…I mean, is it from…"
"My Father," Harry replied, raising his voice as he added, "And one of the two god-parents that make me a Son of the Shadows: so, for those of you who don't know…"
"Harry," Chiron cautioned him, but Harry didn't listen:
It was like his Father had said: it was time he had a title that he did want.
"My name's Harry Potter…and I'm the Son of Thanatos!"
For the second time in three days, there was a silence that could make a graveyard look busy…
Chapter 2 and Harry seems to have found friends, a home and has a dislike for Percy: wonder what could be causing that?
Also, will Harry assist Luke in his plan or will our Dark Hero show the fallen one the door?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Capture the Flag and heroes collide as Harry and Percy have a showdown about responsibility; plus, Thanatos' gifts are revealed and Harry has a talk with Sirius about where his life will go from here; also, the quest begins, but there's one added member to the trio of Percy, Grover and Annabeth…and his name is Harry Potter…
Please Read and Review
AN: Okay, so this one starts the AU of LT, but for those who think I'm just going to write it out in detail, that's not true: firstly, this is movie LT and not book, so things will change with certain points; also, along the way, there'll be a few surprises and, over time, Harry will get darker, especially when he learns the truth of his parentage and why Thanatos is his second parent;
AN 2: I hope you like the description of Harry's cabin: I got the idea from kevin1984's 'Son of Chaos' series; all rights to the original creators for that;
