12 reviews for the third chapter! Yikes! I wasn't expecting that many! This is your reward. The fourth chapter, bright and early!

Today is Oct 2 - MK Gandhi's birthday

... and release date for Mark of Athena. (You think I'm calm? Yeah, right!)

The fourth book in the HoO series is called 'The New Olympus'.

Yes, Harry's change sounds creepy, but that's the way it is.

He does sound like Artemis Fowl, doesn't he? I hadn't realized that...

I've decided that after Her Choices, I'll start on Harry's wizarding years. I'll wait for Percy's demigod life after reading Mark of Athena.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to what I write except or the change in the HP and PJO sagas. (Did that make sense?)

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Harry clutched his sheet, his eyes tightly clenched. It wasn't as if he was afraid of the dark. He hated it. He hated being in a tiny space filled with darkness. It was like someone was suffocating him. At times, he felt that he literally couldn't breathe.

Harry pushed away the sheet, but didn't dare switch on the light. If one of the Dursleys were walking past and saw the light…

He closed his eyes and held his breathe. He could hear them snoring upstairs. No other movements. Harry removed the little hair pin, Mum had given. She hadn't said what to use it for, but know he knew. She was always a step ahead of Harry and Percy.

There was tiny click and the door slowly opened. Getting out of his cupboard, he sneaked into the kitchen to one of the indoor plants. The plant leaned towards him and he closed his eyes feeling the leaves and stems brushing against him. It felt soft. Like how Mum would brush his cheek to make his hair go back and tell him and his brother that everything was going to be alright.

Harry felt the urge to do something that the Dursleys wouldn't like. Actually, he was already doing that just by breathing but still…

He took an apple from the fruit tray and closed his palms over it. He bent forwards, his eyes shut as he concentrated on the apple. He felt a little breeze rustle around him in the closed room and he knew that he had done it.

Harry put the original apple back into the tray while looking at the new one he had just made.

"Thank you." He whispered and bit into it.

Percy had always found it funny when he thanked the plants after they let him do stuff like that. But it was a good natured laugh and so Harry never minded. He liked to see Percy laugh. He should never be even a little bit sad, according to Harry.

He carefully climbed up the stairs towards the attic. He had never been there, but knew that there was a window from which you could see the long view of both sides of the streets. He'd always wanted to go, but was forbidden.

He'd never go to the basement. He hated that place. Being dark and smelly, yes even the Dursleys' basement was a bit smelly, it was a place where he would never, willingly, venture.

He looked up the ladder at the end of the first floor hallway. There was a small crack in it. When Dudley had tried to climb up, it had wobbled, giving him the fright of his life. He had never tried to back in there. The ladder obviously could not hold Uncle Vernon's weight and Aunt Petunia never went in there.

The attic could be his hiding place. As long as never left traces as he went up. Placing his leg on the first rung, he pushed up to the next. The ladder unsurprisingly held still. At the top, Harry held on the latch and waited for one of Uncle Vernon's tremendous snores. In synch with the noise, he turned the latch and pushed the slab of wood. There was a creaking noise and Harry froze.

The snores weren't interrupted. Harry tried not to breathe as he went up and slowly closed the hatch. He looked around. The pale light from the moon illuminated what he saw. A few carton boxes that looked empty, a large feather and behind the boxes was another long box. Everything was coated with a thick layer of dust. Harry frowned and stepped towards the box. Thankfully, the floorboards didn't creak as he walked.

He touched the box. It was made out of a good piece of wood. He felt the sturdiness and also a small tingle in his fingers. There was a faded word on it. He rubbed out the dust and blew it. The word 'POTTER' was engraved on it in a curved style. Harry tried not to gasp. This box had a steel lock.

He fumbled for the pin in his pockets. Carefully twisting it in the lock, he got the box open. The tingling ran over his arm before completely fading out. Harry held still but then slowly opened the lid and let it rest against the wall.

What he saw was the last thing he had expected.

A guitar. A beautiful, designed guitar which looked custom made. He ran his fingers over the strings. They hummed and he quickly shut the sound. It was dark brown with black curved markings.

He saw a small book next to the guitar. Taking it out and shaking out the dust, he opened it. The book had lots of things written in it. The handwriting was lovely. It looked feminine but didn't belong to Aunt Petunia. Reading a few sentences, Harry realized that they were lyrics to songs.

He flipped through a few more pages before something fell out. A photo.

Harry dropped the book when he saw the black and white photograph. A boy and a girl stood arm in arm. The backdrop was castle with a forest. The scenery was exquisite. The couple in their late teenage years, were grinning broadly. Literally.

The picture was moving like a two dimensional small television. There was wind blowing through their hairs. The boy was handsome. His eyes were mischievous and bright behind his round black framed glasses. The girl was quite beautiful. Her hair reached to the middle of her back. Her eyes were almond shaped. Her smile was contagious. Harry felt his lips trying to turn upwards.

He didn't feel shocked at the picture's ability to move. Rather he was almost expecting it.

He turned the photo and saw words written in a slightly unbalanced writing.

JamesPotter&LilyEvans4eva!

Harry was rather quiet the entire day at school. Other than dodging the jocks and his classmates, (all who hated him because he was smarter than them), stopping Percy from falling into the trash can (long story) and surviving certain death (lunch break), Harry was in his own world.

Percy knew not to disturb him, but he also knew that Harry shouldn't think this much. There was a limit to number of thoughts passing through your head every second. Even for his older brother.

"Hey. Harry? You want to finish my sandwich? I don't like tuna."

Harry let out a grunt and took the sandwich. Percy sighed, "Whatever's bothering you, is it bad? Or worse?"

Harry chewed slowly before muttering ,"Neither. I don't know. I want to show you something. Let's go."

Percy gladly took the tray and dumped the rest of the food. He and Harry ran towards the school doors and went into the room where no one would want to be in.

The Detention Room along with every other room and hallway did not have cameras. It was lucky that they didn't meet anyone on the way.

"What?" Percy whispered and Harry 'shh'd' him and ran to the corner of the room. Hopefully, if anyone did check, they might not see the two kids hiding.

"I went to the attic this morning at about 2:30 a.m." Harry started.

"Why?"

"Just for the fun of it."

"Really? You and fun?!" Percy sniggered and Harry glared.

"Just listen! I found this huge box with the name 'Potter' on it." Harry revealed.

Percy sucked in a breath, "No way!"

Harry continued, "I opened it and there was a guitar. A really expensive looking one. Then I found a small book with words for songs written along with lyric sheets. There was also a photograph of my Mum and Dad."

Percy's jaw dropped, "No way!"

"It was black and white and it was moving! I mean my parents were laughing and there was wind everywhere in the photo!"

"No way!"

"I have it here." Harry removed the slightly crumpled photo and smoothened it out. Percy took it and stared at it with wide eyes. "No way!"

"Look at the back." Harry said flipping it. Percy saw the words just before they began to swirl around.

"See! It say, 'JamesPotter&LilyEvans4eva'!" Harry whispered fast.

Percy gulped and said, "No way!"

"Will you stop saying that? It's irritating." The older boy grumbled. Percy looked at the two people and said, "I was thinking that we could go into a photo shop and get this in colour, but I think the guy would freak out."

Harry sighed, "Yeah, I wish there was a date, at least."

"They look like they're seventeen or eighteen. What kind of dresses are those?" Percy squinted at their outfits. Harry frowned, "Looks like robes to me."

"Is it just me, or are her eyes shaped like yours?"

"She is my mother, so I suppose so…"

Percy let out a laugh, "You're a carbon copy of your Dad! You've got get something from your Mom! Hey we've to show this to Mom! I mean our current Mom. Can you have two Moms?"

Harry sighed, "I think so. But if what Aunt Petunia says is true, then Lily Ev- Lily Potter is dead, right? Then I have only one Mom."

Percy frowned, "Just because she's not with you, doesn't mean she's not your Mom, Harry."

Harry looked at him and nodded. Percy hugged him and said, "I can't wait for school to get over. Mom would be so happy-"

There was a sound of the door opening. Harry covered Percy's mouth pushed them towards the walls. A tall blonde man looked into the room briefly and then went out again.

Harry looked at Percy, "That was luck that our uniforms, skin and walls are pale. But we need to go now."

Sally was in deep thought as she stared at the photo. Percy and Harry anxiously waited for her verdict. They'd stare at each other from time to time and Percy started to fidget more and more. Harry started to breathe hard and then Sally looked up at them, smiling very brightly. She picked up Harry and spun him around the room. Putting him down, she pulled Percy down too for a group hug. She kept kissing his head.

"They're beautiful, Pumpkin. Look at them! They seem wonderful. Lily looks nothing like Petunia. Thank the Gods!"

"What?!" Both Harry and Percy asked. Sally tried not to change her expression at her slip.

"Oh, come on! Look at this!" Sally exclaimed waving the photo in front of her shocked boys. They hadn't seen her act so giddy in a long time.

"We've have been praying for a miracle like this for… how many years? There is someone up there who loves us!" Sally hugged them again hoping that they would forget about the 'Gods'. Luckily, they didn't ask her again.

"Why is it moving, though?" Percy asked, his voice a bit muffled. Sally laughed and let them go.

"I told you that you're different. This proves that you are different, honey." Sally smiled at Harry and looked back at the man in the photograph. They looked so alike! And the woman was really lovely. He looked warm, kind and caring. Everything her sister was not.

"It's like there's a whole other world out there for me." Harry mumbled.

Percy tilted his head, "Does that mean I have another world too? That's so weird."

Sally sighed. She gave the photo to Harry and said, "Never lose it. Whenever I'm not there, look at them. Look at them and imagine them looking at you. Feeling so proud of their little baby. How much he has grown up. They'll love you no matter what. Look at their smiles and imagine them smiling all the time like that at you. Because, they are smiling all the time at you. Whatever you do, they'll be proud to claim you as their son. They'll be proud to be the parents of such a beautiful, bright, young boy. It doesn't matter if they're from a world different from this. Worlds may draw boundaries, but no boundary can cut across a love a parent has for their child. This love is the strongest power in the world. And everyone has it. People might think that what I say is stupid, but it isn't. You do crazy things for the one you love.

"And not just for a lover. A mother, father, brother, sister, cousin, friends… that's what matters, not just doing magic here and there. Making water or plants do what you want may be a skill, but what you hold much deeper inside, that's what important. Look at me. I'm just as normal as you're the next person you see on the street. But you love me, don't you?"

"Of course!" Harry's voice sounded a bit broken. Percy stared at his mother in awe.

"That's real magic. That's what you had with James and Lily." Sally nearly choked.

But her words had done it. Harry stared at the photo and realized, what she said was right.

He had someone who had loved him before he had met Sally and Percy. There was proof.

And that was enough.

That was really emotional! On top of that, I was listening to 'In Pieces' by Linkin Park.

So stay tuned!

Cabba.