Okay, I love the idea of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossovers and I really wanted to take up DZ2's Harry the Twice-Blessed Half-Blood Challenge but I just couldn't think of enough of a plot line for it. I knew that if I just wrote it willy-nilly I would have to abandon it, so i had to give it up.
In this I wanted to have Harry's parents be Aphrodite and Hephaestus. I always found it interesting how two completely incompatible deities were forced to get married, and never really connected much. After all, Aphrodite is beauty and love based and Hephaestus was really ugly (in her eyes). So I thought, what if Harry was their son? And to make this more complicated, Harry was going to be a champion of Mars (cause Mars is epic in all ways). I wanted to have a cute bromance between him and Leo, cause Leo is awesome. And I wanted Harry to start growing into his abilities because of the amount of stress from fourth year (which is why French came first). The italics are memories from the past that I have.
The imagined beginning of chap 1:
Harry clenched his fists, burrowing himself into the small crevice in the library. Nobody would suspect him of hiding out there, he never willingly sought out the library, not unless he was looking for Hermione. It was reality that was hunting him down all day, reminding him that his life would never be normal. He lowered his head grimacing as his vision blurred, "it must be contained." Disjointed whispers floated through his mind, like a long forgotten memory, "...in danger," the voice urged.
"Fantastic, I'm not just an outcast. I'm crazy too," his head jerked as he forced the strange voice out of his mind. "Powers outside...knowledge….quite unimportant," Harry grabbed a book off of a shelf beside him and focused on the obscure title, trying to forget the voices. The stress must be getting to him, it all started with the cup, his name being called. Nobody believed him. He looked at the name of the book for a few seconds it look scrambled, he shook his head and as if something clicked into place he could read the title again Magic Through the Ages.
"Look, it's the cheat, how abominable, couldn't stand not being the center of attention," Harry lifted his head scowling as he saw two of the Beauxbatons students whispering and staring at him. Of course with his luck they managed to run into him, they had been bitter from him being Hogwarts second champion, and it just got worse after his run in with Fleur. Harry flexed his jaw, the memory of her slap flashing across his mind. He didn't even know what he did, all he knew was that she could throw a slap.
"Had to cheat," the boy hissed to his female friend.
"I didn't cheat!" Harry snapped as he shoved the book he was holding into the bookshelf with renewed vigour. "I didn't put my name into the cup," he pushed past them, ignoring the shocked looks on their face.
"He was listening in! Since…..French…..How?" Their conversation sounded disjointed to him before it seemed to meld into French, he couldn't understand them.
"Maybe you should have spoken in French if you didn't want me to understand," he muttered under his breath as he stormed out the library. He ran his hand through his long unkempt hair, cursing his genes. Of course this was his life, it seemed he was never done with the abnormal.
"Harry." He stiffened hearing a cheerful feminine voice call out to him. "Come on, to the seventh floor, we have to talk." He could see a someone turn the corner, going towards the stairs. He followed after her, curious and slightly on auto drive. He didn't know who she was, he shouldn't be following her. But he couldn't help it. His feet pounded against the stone. Next thing he knew he was in front of the room of requirement. He opened the door and walked in to find a room that was completely white.
"There you are." He turned around to see a beautiful woman. She had long blond locks that fell daintily around her bosom, curling at the ends. Her eyes were a fierce amber and looked at him with an unreadable passion. "Harry, Harry, Harry."
"Um, hi?" He stared at her with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Other than she was the most attractive woman he had ever seen.
"I'm so glad you didn't take after your father." She cooed as she grasped one of his wayward strands of hair.
"Excuse me?" He stumbled back and stared at her in sheer confusion. That was the last thing he thought he would hear. He had been told the opposite his whole life.
"And there it is. That awkward personality." She sighed and shook her head. "Honestly. Anyways, sweetheart, I have something for you." The woman pulled a card out of her pocket (though it seemed more like thin air) and put it into his bag. "You will need to go here, just show them that card. They'll get you ready."
"Who are you?" Harry stared at her not knowing what to else to say.
"What do you mean who am I?" She looked confused and her nose scrunched up before she shook her head. "Ah well, it doesn't really matter does it? I have to go. You'll see him soon enough, okay. Just know mommy loves you." Her lips pressed against his forehead. Before he could react he was suddenly outside of the room of requirement alone.
"What was that?" He whispered as he raised his hand to his forehead.
The memories:
"It is not opportune," Albus Dumbledore whispered as he stared into the fearful green eyes of the baby in front of him. "Not at all. If young Harry is to stay with the Dursleys then it must be contained. He will be in danger if we do nothing."
"From what? The war is over!" Hagrid's gruff voice startled the little child who stared at him with knowing eyes.
"There are powers outside of your knowledge Hagrid," Albus swished his wrist, his wand slipping out of his holster and into his waiting hand. "And outside of mine as well," he added as an after thought, looking hesitant. The last thing he wanted was to leave the young babe alone in a world that wouldn't be ready for him.
"But what?"
"I think that is quite unimportant," Dumbledore pressed the tip of his wand into Harry's forehead, whispering an ancient and powerful spell. Hagrid shifted uncomfortable with the foreign spell, instead he watched as Dumbledore moved the wand over the body. "All that matters is that Harry remains safe, that's all I want for him. Take the boy, be careful, it is crucial that he survives."
