Chapter 2

Wow the response was overwhelming. I will try to maintain my previous standards, but for some reason this chapter was extremely difficult to write. The next one should be better. I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. All rights go to J.K Rowling and Rick Riordan.

I am attacked by blibbering humdingers, I think.

Harry thought it was unfair, if anyone had the right to act surprised it was him. "I don't believe this," Neville murmured, "no wonder you're terrible at Herbology."

"I just can't believe that the boy-who-lived is the son of death!" Dean exclaimed. Harry coughed.

"I'm right here you know,"

"Right," Dean said distractedly. "So the table all the way at the end is yours. Your only brother isn't at camp as of the moment so you have tour cabin to yourself, it's the black one with the green torches behind Zeus - can't miss it.

"Right," Harry said slowly, "Wait, I have a brother?"

"Nico Di Angelo," Annabeth answered, "Well he's your half brother at least."

"Harry, this is great- this means we're cousins." Percy said cheerily throwing his arm around Harry. Harry removed the boy's arm.

"Are you always this cheery?" he asked in a disgusted voice.

"Yes he is," Annabeth said simply.

"This doesn't make sense though. Harry's a brilliant flier and his scar…" Dean began.

"Dean I thought we've already discussed this," Harry said exasperatedly.

"Earth to demigods, dinner is starting now," Neville moaned, "Come on, I'd hate to channel Ron, but I'm starved."

In Harry's opinion dinner was quite nice, it was quite lonely at the Hades table, but barbeque and an ever full goblet of Buterbeer certainly did wonders for demigod's stomach.

"Come on," said Neville, tugging at his shoulder, "we have to sacrifice a portion of our meal to the gods when at camp."

"Why only when we're at camp? Why not at school, or home, or at work, or at the restaurant at the end of the universe" Harry asked. He received no reply. Shrugging, Harry followed Neville to a burning brazier, before allowing a large slice of his beef to fall into the flames.

"Hades," Harry murmured, before returning to his table, and beginning to eat.

Hands down this meal beat anything he was ever allowed to eat at the Dursleys. The BBQ sauce dribbling down his chin was heavenly. No wonder the gods wanted a bit of it.

Towards the end of dinner Mr. D stood up and a hush went over the crowd of demigods munching on grapes and other goodies.

"Right so I have a few announcements for you brats. We have a new demigod at camp Harvey Porter, err Harry Potter son of Hades, blah, blah, now go on to your silly little campfire." The affect was instantaneous, hundreds of trampling feet, an onslaught of delighted cheers, and a very confused Harry Potter who was left in the pavilion alone, except for a dazed looking blonde girl, who seemed to be day, err night, dreaming.

"Um do you know where we're supposed to go?" Harry asked Blondie.

"Yes I do Harry Potter." The girl said, "I'm Luna Lovegood, but they call me Loony,"

"You're the second year Ravenclaw," Harry exclaimed.

"Yes, I would like to thank you for saving Ginny. She is my only friend, and I'm not sure how I would have reacted to losing her,"

"Don't mention it. I would have done it for anybody,"

"I know, the nargles told me as much."

"The nargles?"

"They hide in mistletoe and tell the dreams of lovers," Luna explained.

"I see, can anybody speak to the nargles." Harry wondered.

"Only me as of now, it's a side effect of being a daughter of Morpheus,"

"The god of dreams? That makes sense I guess," Harry said.

"You believe me?"

"Yes I do," Harry said, "there is no reason for me not to,"

"You are sensible Harry Potter," Luna said, "Others don't see that. I'm forced to act slightly insane for them to leave me alone."

"I understand. The entire wizarding world would throw me into Azkaban if I truly acted like myself, although that may have to do with several murders I would have committed by now."

"I understand completely," Luna agreed dreamily, "If I could find away to smuggle my glaive into Hogwarts Cho Chang would be dead for stealing my favorite set of dream catcher earrings, the Wruckspurts resting in them were most displeased."

Harry didn't even bother asking.

"I'm sure they were. Now come on Blondie, I hardly want to miss my first campfire now do I?"

"I do not believe it is one of your dreams Mr. Potter, now we must away to the camp fire. There are heliopaths nesting it,"

Harry didn't know what a heliopath was, but whatever it did to make the fire florescent pink was just unnatural. Nothing should ever be that shade of pink, it was a horrid color, blinding, dark, bright. Harry shuddered. Black was much more respectable. He couldn't wait until the fire changed colors again. Of course he wasn't banking on it changing to and equally garish color of violet.

"It's like Lockhart threw up on the camp fire," Harry whispered to Luna, who was singing I'm my own grandpa (demigod version- it had actually happened in the past- don't judge) off key.

Luna stopped singing.

"I don't know it's very cheerful," she observed.

"Exactly," Harry agreed.

"Lighten up mate," Dean said patting Harry on the back.

"No," Harry grumbled. "Not until that thing you call fire, which it isn't really because fire isn't pink, turns to a more respectable color."

"It's not going to happen," Neville sang, "It's a mood fire- it reflects the camp's emotions,"

"So you're feeling like candy floss?" Harry asked.

"Either that or Happy," Dean said.

"It could be the blibbering humdingers. There's an infestation in camp right now. It's why the entire Hermes cabin has been having nightmares for the past week. The induced euphoria of the humdinger fades in sleep." Luna observed.

"Well then get a bottle of pesticides! Anything to destroy that abomination," Harry said passionately looking into the turquoise flames.

"Pesticides are bad for the environment, they kill plants," Neville frowned.

"So? It's just death,"

"Give it up mate, first lesson of being a demigod- choose your battles," Dean said.

"I'm aware of that," Harry snapped, "there is a reason I'm mentioning something after all,"

But before Neville could respond the singing stopped. The Apollo kids began packing their lyres in their cases as cabin after cabin stood up and headed to bed.

That night Harry had another new experience.

Demigod dreams.

Harry was ready to murder the blibbering humdingers. He wondered if the camp store sold bug spray. Then again, it might just be simpler to feed the pests to fluffy.

The dream started normally enough, well as normal as Harry's dreams ever got. Harry was in a circle with Neville, Dean, Luna, Percy, Snape, and his third grade primary teacher (whose wig was still blue from the time that she accused him of cheating in class). They were doing a ritual of some sort- and it was of the upmost importance. Harry chanted with the group.

"Ring around the rosy a pocket full of posies ashes ashes they all fall down."

And Harry fell through the ground, deeper and deeper until he was under the impression that the hole he was falling through went all the way to the other side of the world. Harry's theory; however, was disproven when he landed on a ground of some sort of stone. Harry hastily stood up and looked around. He knew where he was.

Hogwarts, in the headmaster's office to be exact.

Dumbledore was speaking to a man, who could only be described as beautiful, with many colored angle wings that somehow protruded from the back of his robes. Now that would be an interesting dinner conversation.

"Have you the hallows as of yet," asked the man in a deep baritone. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily.

"I'm afraid not. I have the wand, and know where the cloak is, it is only a simple matter of asking Mr. Potter of it at the end of the summer, but the stone evades me."

"You have until the end of this summer to get me the items,"

"But Thantos, surely you do not need these items so soon, you after all are an immortal,"

"Do you want immortality or not," Thantos warned.

"Yes," Dumbledore murmured.

"Good," suddenly Thantos froze, "we are being watched,"

The dream faded.

Harry woke up with a gasp. He took a minute to process what he had just seen. Whoever this Thantos was had the power to make someone immortal, and was a god. If Dumbledore got these hallows he would be immortal, which could mean nothing good for all of the puppets whose strings he pulls. Plus, if Thantos wanted these items so badly in the first place then they must be powerful. And one of them was his cloak. This would logically lead to the conclusion that Harry needed help.

"Thantos," Dean asked, "are you positive?"

"Yes," Harry explained, "I know he's a god but besides that,"

"He's a god alright," Dean said darkly, "the god of death. If anybody would be against immortality it would be him. These hallows must be very important,"

"Or powerful," Neville said.

"Or both, I'm having déjà-vu here," Harry said, "This sounds like the whole philosopher's stone scandal."

"I wouldn't know about that, but we can't let Dumbledore gain immortality, none of us demigods trust him, and he could use his power to make our lives, and the lives of others eternally painful,"

"He's a puppet master," Harry agreed, "I won't let him play with lives forever, or allow him to indoctrinate every student that walks into Hogwarts for all eternity with his beliefs."

"He might already know of us," Luna said dreamily, "he has conversed with a god. What is to say that no secrets were traded?"

"Thantos must have earned his trust somehow," Harry continued, "brilliant Luna, and whatever he's doing with Dumbledore is against his orders from either my father of Zeus."

"What makes you say that?" Neville asked.

"He said someone's watching us. He looked panicked. If he was approved to do what he'd been doing he wouldn't be panicked if a demigod overheard what he was saying,"

"It could just be top secret," Dean proposed.

"No, it couldn't have, because they wouldn't have involved a mortal, a wizard none the less, otherwise. A wizard, even one as famous as Dumbledore, would go unnoticed by all of the gods except for Hecate. The gods would stay away because wizards can see through the mist. Thantos can't get these items on his own because of the ancient laws; no demigod would do something against the other gods' wishes for him after the events of the Titan war last summer. A wizard, however, would suit that purpose beautifully. Especially one as power hungry and influential such as Albus Dumbledore." Harry exclaimed.

"And you got this from one dream?" Dean asked.

"And a comment from Luna," Harry added.

"But we still have one question, what are the hallows, why does Thantos want them, and where are they hidden?" Neville asked.

"Three questions Neville, three questions. But then again you're a wizard so I doubt you went to kindergarten," Harry joked good naturedly.

"I know the answers to the first two. It is an obsession of my step father's," Luna said.

"What?" Dean asked, "What are they?"

"Thantos, I believe, was referring to the deathly hallows. Three powerful items fashioned by Thantos, when he was forced to create them and give them to three mortals based on an oath. The first- the elder wand, the most powerful wand in existence, the second the resurrection stone- able to bring back pale imitations of the dead. The third,"

"A cloak of invisibility- my invisibility cloak," Harry interrupted, "Dumbledore has the wand, I have the cloak, so then who has the stone?" Harry wondered.

"It is said that the chosen of these items would be master of death," Luna continued dreamily.

"That's it," Harry shouted.

"What?" asked Dean.

"Voldemort," Harry ignored Neville's terrified squeak, "There are three factions in the war against Voldemort, and each of us are fighting the other two. Dumbledore has the wand, I have the cloak, and to keep the balance of power Voldemort must have the stone, although with his fear of death I wouldn't be surprised if he chucked it,"

"So you're saying that the hallows represent the balance of power?" Neville asked.

"It's a logical conclusion," Harry said defensively, "and it explains why Thantos wants them so badly. He wants the power over himself."

"I say," Neville said faintly, "When did you turn into Sherlock Holmes,"

"What? Mysteries are exciting, the way the clues just seem to fit together,"

Neville groaned. Of course Harry was a mystery addict, and ridiculously good at them too.

"Well don't you think we might need to inform Chiron of this?" Dean asked, "Dumbledore becoming immortal will upset the balance of power, and would be really bad for us,"

"We probably should," Harry agreed, "the gods will want to know of this development as well,"

"They can't interfere, though," Luna said, "the ancient laws are powerful,"

"Well then we interfere on their behalf," Neville said boldly, "come on."