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Harry looked up. Annabeth was running towards him, trailed by Percy and Hermione. He stood, brushing the sand off of his pants.

"Harry, we need to save Grover!" Annabeth said. "There's no way Clarisse could do it."

Harry thought back to his dream. "Well, he's stuck with some cyclops. Poly-something. He said that he was attracted there by a Golden Fleece which he mistook for Pan."

Annabeth's eyes widened. "Polyphemus."

Hermione gasped. "Do you mean the Polyphemus? The one which was blinded by Odysseus?"

Well if he's blinded, that's why he thinks Grover is a girl, Harry thought. "Yeah, I guess. He told me he's in the Sea of Monsters. We need to save him and get the Golden Fleece, although it's probably a trap. Keep in mind that Luke's working with Kronos, so I wouldn't put it past him to ambush us to get the fleece."

"Well, we can't leave the camp defenseless. Don't you know a spell or something to keep the borders intact?" Percy asked.

"That's brilliant!" Hermione kissed his cheek, and Percy went red.

Harry smiled. "Yeah, I'll put up wards right now." Harry raised his hands and imagined a dome like thing covering camp. He moved his fingers, feeling the magic weave together. When he opened his eyes, a blue dome shimmered into existence. "Okay, that's that. How do you think we should get to this Sea of Monsters?"

Annabeth looked troubled. "Harry. The Sea of Monsters is the Bermuda Triangle. We'd need a boat. Like a powerful boat."

Harry looked at Percy and grinned. Percy nodded knowingly and stepped to the edge of the surf. "Lord Poseidon, we need a boat to save our camp and thwart Kronos' plans! Accept our sacrifice!"

Harry blasted a hole in the middle of the sand and started a fire. The air around them picked up, and a hellhound came flying from the forest. Harry slit its throat in one motion, and dropped the corpse into the fire. It sunk completely into it, extinguishing the fire.

A whirlpool began to form in the ocean. From it, rose a ship. It was at least 20 feet tall, and 30 feet wide. Its bronze hull glinted in the moonlight.

Percy whistled. "Thank you, father."

Harry picked up Annabeth and flew to the ship, and Percy picked Hermione up with a watery hand. The ship had 4 bedrooms, a mess hall, an engine room, a bathroom (obviously), a snack bar, and a crow's nest.

"We'll probably have to take shifts. How about me and Percy take the first, and then you guys take the second?" Harry suggested as the boat took off.

Annabeth nodded. "Sounds okay." She kissed Harry. "And, it's supposed to be Percy and I."

Once they were gone, Harry sighed and relaxed into a chair. Percy looked worriedly out on the ocean. "Should we tell them?"

Harry glanced at the lightning bolt on his arm. He waved his hand, and the air rippled around it. A moment later, there was a large cut on its place. Not a regular cut, mind you, but a large black line that seemed to pulse.

Percy looked away. "Harry, that thing could kill you."

Harry grimaced. "Don't remind me. I don't know what it is, but I...I feel power coming from it. I guess it could come in handy, whatever this is."

A couple hours later, they reached land.

"Welcome!" said the lady with the clipboard. She looked like a flight attendant—blue business suit, perfect makeup, hair pulled back in a ponytail. She shook our hands as they stepped onto the dock. Her eyes rested on Harry, who squeezed Annabeth's hand to let her know something was wrong.

"Oh, no. We wouldn't hurt the boy who lived." The woman began. "In fact, I know someone who would like to speak to you. Follow me."

Annabeth and Percy both looked at him. "Boy-who-lived?"

Harry didn't respond. He kept walking stiffly. The woman led them to another woman. Her long dark hair was braided with threads of gold. She had piercing green eyes and she wore a silky black dress with shapes that seemed to move in the fabric: animal shadows, black upon black, like deer running through a forest at night.

She looked surprised. "Thank you, Melanie. Harry, what are you doing here?"

Harry summoned his sword. "How do you know who I am?"

The woman gasped exasperatedly. "I'm Circe. I went to Hogwarts when it was first created. I still keep in touch with the wizarding world. Speaking of Hogwarts, you should not be here. These 2 worlds were never meant to collide. It's impossible, actually. Both wizards and demigods have one extra chromosome with either the wizard gene or the demigod gene." She explained, rubbing her chin in thought. "Unless….no. That is much too dangerous."

"Um, professor, what's too dangerous?" Harry asked.

She turned to him. "Ah yes, I see it now. He plays a dangerous game. I'm surprised there have been no side effects." Her eyes briefly glowed blue. "Oh, there have been side effects. I wouldn't worry too much, my dear. He shouldn't have done that, but I dispelled it."

"Dispelled what?" Harry demanded. "Who put it there?"

Circe's eyes flashed dangerously. The waves grew choppy and the air grew cold. "Mr. Potter." Circe seethed. "It would do you well to have a control on what you are saying. Had you been anyone else, you would be nothing but a smoldering ember at this moment. And no, I cannot tell you. He is older than the gods, older than Greece itself."

Harry frowned. "Excuse me, but how do you get older than the Greek gods?"

Circe pursed her lips. "The one you look for is 'the Destroyer' and 'The Protector'."

Percy looked stunned. "The Destroyer? Isn't that what Perseus means? He should look for me?"

Circe glared at him. "Insolent boy! Are you older than the gods themselves?! Do you have destructive powers that can destroy anything with a single glance, whole also having a positive side in that destruction usually leads to new forms of existence? How dare you? This god has more power than you could ever fathom!"

Harry cleared his throat nervously. Circe was really getting worked up, and he didn't need his brother in all but blood getting vaporized. "Thank you very much, but we must get going."

Circe gave him a devilish smile. "Oh, Harry. No one leaves Circe's island alive." She unsheathed a wicked dagger. "And sadly, I didn't like Hogwarts enough to bend that rule for you."

Harry swallowed. He didn't like their chances of taking on a whole army full of witches. However, he didn't need to.

The sky opened in a circle. Winds so powerful that Harry had to hold onto a tree to avoid getting flung away inundated the island. The seas stayed calm however- in fact, they seemed to lower. The witches were all blown away, leaving Circe standing, shocked.

Circe looked at the sky angrily. "NO! YOU CAN'T INTERFERE! THIS IS NOT A MATTER OF YOUR PANTHEON!" Circe roared. She whipped her wand, and a white light burst towards the sky.

"Ou pa ta dwe te entèfere!" There was a vacuuming noise as the sky pulsed, and a blinding white light caused Harry to smash his eyes shut. When the light died, Harry managed to open his eyes. The sight before him caused him to cringe. Circe stood, her clothes burned off and her skin burnt to a point where it looked like she was a rock. She did not cry out in pain or even move, she just fell forward and shimmered into nothingness.

Destructive powers that can destroy anything with a single glance Harry remembered. Who was this god?

"Guys, we need to get out of here." Harry said. They ran back to the ship, where Hermione and Annabeth said they'd take the next watch.

"Mess hall?" Percy asked.

"Yeah." Harry responded distractedly.

Percy gave him a worried look, but said nothing else. When they reached the mess hall, Percy grabbed some pizza and handed some to Harry.

"Eat." Percy nudged Harry.

"I feel like I should know this god. But, I can't remember… it's on the tip of my tongue. I remember hearing a myth about a god like that…something about a mountain."

Percy set his plate on the table. "Did he destroy it?"

Harry shook his head. "No…he lives there. I don't remember his name though. I wish he'd send me a sign or something. He's really powerful, I can tell you that. I doubt I could've taken Circe and he just completely annihilated her."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Well, what's older than the gods?"

"Primordial?"

"Doubt it," Percy swallowed a bite of pizza. "I'm thinking a whole other religion."

"It makes sense." Harry admitted. "Well, I'm going to sleep. I'll see you later." Harry stood and went to his bedroom. He laid in his bed, and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, he was on the steps of some palace. It was colossal, about the height of a skyscraper and as wide as Harry could see. The sky above him was pink, seemingly during twilight.

Nearby, he heard a fierce roaring noise. He craned his head and saw its origin. It was a large being, around 20 feet tall. It had the head of a lion and the body of a man, covered in golden armor. Its pants were covered in some kind of tradition garb, although Harry couldn't quite place his finger on it. It bared its bloodstained teeth at Harry.

The power this being possessed was palpable. Harry could see its aura. It caused the air around him to vibrate. At its waist were 2 swords. They were 3 feet long each and curved like a scimitar, and they both had green hilts.

"So, you are his champion." The lion-man asked, although it was more of a statement. "What he wants with you, I do not know."

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

The man snarled, although he sounded more amused than angry. "Names have power, young warrior. Come, walk with me." He walked towards the top of the palace, with Harry in tow.

The man stopped at the top. "This is where it happened, so long ago." He pointed across the palace, at a mountain in the distance. "At that peak, a great king stood. He spent many long years in penance, praying to the creator. His prayer was so strong it was unavoidable, and the creator came down to grant the king a wish. He wished for immortality, but the creator told him 'Son, all who are born have to die. I cannot change the laws of nature. Please ask for something else.'"

As the man spoke, a figure descended from the skies to the peak, where Harry could make out a humanoid figure. "The king was clever. He deduced that while he could not escape death, he could make his conditions near impossible. He replied 'Lord I wish that I cannot be killed by any man, God or animal or any other creature created by you. Nobody should be able to kill me at day or night, in heavens or in earth, in the day or the night either inside the house or outside the house, or with any weapons.' And so it happened. The creator gave him the boon."

The figure at the mountain raised his arm, and a large golden circle rocketed from the skies. It shrunk, and he handed it to the human. The creator then flew back into the sky, and the man cackled so loud that Harry could hear it.

"All things have a price." Lion-man continued. "The king had a son, who was nothing like him. He worshipped me, and never hurt another being. His father despised this. The king talked to his sister, who also had a boon, hers was protection from fire. 'He...defies me openly...I don't want to see his face again...I want to kill him...He is no son of mine...I want you to take him in your lap and hold him tight, so that when I set both of you on fire, he will die.'" The man was now in the palace, talking to a beautiful woman, who nodded quickly and came back with a boy. The man set them both on fire.

"Young warrior, there is no greater power than innocence. The boy had it, so much, that the one who was immune from fire started burning. The fire of her sins burnt her. When the fire finally burnt out, the was sitting in the middle of a charred place not a hair out of place, whereas his sister was nowhere to be seen." The woman shrieked, burning away, while the boy sat calmly.

Harry watched in awe as the boy sat with his eyes closed. Lion-Man smiled at Harry. "This is where I come in. The king was enraged now, and asked his son if I was everywhere. His son said yes, and the king slammed him into a pillar, where I rose from and ended his life."

Harry's eyes widened with realization. "I understand…you are not a man or an animal. It's not nighttime or daytime, it's twilight. And, these stairs aren't technically on heaven or Earth."

Lion-Man nodded. In the palace, the pillar melted away as Lion-Man came out. He picked up the king with one hand and slammed him into the stairs, where he murdered him. "Yes, warrior. I heard you ask for a sign, and here I am to give one. My name is Narasimha. Perhaps that will set you on the right track. Also, I bring a gift."

The sky opened in a circle, like before. Although, this time a ring descended from the sky. It emitted a golden glow.

AN: And I got bored there.