What Voldemort Did

It was a two and half years after Harry's first visit to Olympus and the Underworld. Harry was still in Camp Half Blood. He was still best friends with Cat, Eve, Annabeth and Luke. It was now June and those who didn't stay at Camp Year round would be returning in a few weeks. Harry was going to be nine in a few months. Cat was going to be starting Hogwarts in September something she was both excited and nervous about. She wanted to prove everyone wrong about her by not being sorted into Slytherin like her mother was.

Harry didn't care if she got into Slytherin or any of the other houses Cathryn Black would always be his best friend. Eve was returning for the summer before she began magic school in Hogwarts. Eve's mother – Hectate – had decided that she would be going to Hogwarts something that both Eve and Cat were thrilled at. Harry was slightly jealous of them. He was going to miss his two friends as they began school together. It was another year before Harry could join his best friends. Harry was just glad he had Annabeth.

Annabeth was going to be turning eleven too a few weeks after Harry. Luke's seventeenth birthday was coming up. Something that Cat and the children who grew up in magical families or orphanages wanted to throw a huge party for since that was when they came of age there. Annabeth reminded them that in the Ancient Greek world Luke was already a man because they became of age at fifteen years old. But this didn't seem to matter to Cat, and a few others. They were all planning to give him a huge party until he was called up to the Big House by Chiron.

Luke never returned that day. At dinner the Hermes cabin and Annabeth were oddly quiet. It was unusual for people to leave at any time during the summer holidays apart from a quest. Was that it? Had Luke gotten a quest? Harry had heard tell of the quest that Lee had got before Harry had came to Camp. Harry waited for Mr D or Chiron to make the statement on their missing cabin mate. They were going to tell them weren't they? Finally Mr D cleared his throat. Hermes table instantly looked up.

'Laurence Cassidy, son of Hermes has gone on quest and taken Elijah Singer, son of Ares, and Ken Covey, son of Apollo,' Mr D said. Then Chiron whispered into his ear, 'okay, okay Luke Castellan, Emerson Snow, and Kevin Collins.'

'So where do you think Luke's gone?' asked Harry.

'Dunno,' Cat replied.

'He took a son of Ares,' Perry.

'Well they are the best fighters,' Cat said.

'And Apollo's son can do medicine,' Harry added.

/

It was only a month later that Harry realised how wrong he was. Harry had been wandering around the camp whilst the rest were training with the Pegasi. Harry wished that he could bring a Thestral to the camp so that he could train with it. But that was impossible as all most of them would see apart from those who had seen someone die was Harry floating in mid air. They'd probably think he was a son of Zeus or something if they saw that. Then a sudden feeling like ringing in his ears came over him all of a sudden.

Harry choked. Harry didn't know what had just happened he just knew that something had happened to Emerson and Kevin. Harry got up from his bunk and ran off to the arena. As soon as he entered the Pegasi began to bray. Harry was too used to this to care. Chiron who had been helping one of Dionysius' sons turned as soon as Harry came in looking paler than normal and that was saying something. Chiron could feel the death and fear coming off the young boy far stronger than normal.

'I need to talk to you,' Harry said.

'Othelia can you watch the rest for a moment,' Chiron ordered following Harry out. 'What is it?'

'I have a bad feeling,' Harry said.

'What kind of bad feeling?' asked Chiron.

'It's about Emerson and Kevin,' Harry said.

'What about them did you have a dream?' asked Chiron.

Harry shook his head knowing what Chiron meant. Demigods always had odd dreams full of symbolism and prophecies. That was how Harry knew exactly what had happened at Godric's Hollow all those years ago. He'd been having odd dreams recently about a disembodied voice calling to him from his bedroom in the Underworld. Harry hated it. The voice scared him and always put him in an awful mood. He hadn't told anyone else because he feared they'd suggest him stopping visiting his father. But this wasn't a dream.

'No a feeling,' Harry said. 'Like a ringing in my ears but I knew it was to do with Kevin and Emerson. It was strange,' Harry frowned.

'A ringing in your ears?' asked Chiron sharply.

'Yeah, is that important?' asked Harry innocently.

Chiron closed his eyes and crossed himself and prayed to Hades that he'd watch the souls of both the son of Ares and son of Apollo into the underworld. He knew exactly what Harry had felt and why. Children of Hades could feel those they knew however fleetingly die. But what was strange was that Harry hadn't felt any connection with Luke. That lead to the conclusion that somehow the Team Leader had survived when his team had fell. Well at least someone had. He loved teaching the newest generation of heroes but he hated when his heroes fell to enemies or old age (very rarely).

'Your feeling them enter your father's territory,' Chiron said gently.

'You mean their dead,' Harry said softly.

'Yes,' Chiron said.

'I have to go,' Harry said.

Harry ran off after nicking some food and water. It was one thing to raise his mother who was his family and wanted to visit him. But to raise two barely known people was far harder meaning Harry needed to perform the ritual to raise the dead. Over the last few years his father had taught him more and more about his powers as well as giving him presents. As Greeks didn't celebrate Christmas they did not have Christmas presents but he got something on the thirty-first of July every year.

His eighth birthday present was one of his favourite presents simply because it was so useful. Harry had to pretend he didn't have it as it would raise questions about where he had got it. Only Cat and Eve knew he had it. It was a stygian Iron sword forged in the depths of the underworld and cooled in the River Styx. It was indestructible and could kill monster, demigod and mortal and harm immortals. It was a long, night black sword with a bone handle that Harry suspected was bone. The Hermes kids suspected that it was stolen. Only Cat and Eve knew where it had really come from.

His ninth birthday present was a set of black armour with the symbol or Hades on it. It looked deadly and lethal and Harry loved it. Again he had to hide it or it would become obvious who his father was and that would not be good for him. Harry was well aware of what his line was treated like. Add Zeus and Thalia's defeat and the prophecy that Annabeth had told him about into the picture and he would become universally distrusted. So far it was Chiron and the Gods who knew. But Chiron cared about him and Gods didn't tell people things without good reason.

Harry summoned from the dead his two fellow campers who had recently passed on. He looked at the tall, muscular, blonde mess of hair that was the son of Ares and the neat blonde, brown eyed, serious and sharp eyed son of Apollo. For all their similarities in colourings the two dead boys couldn't be more different. Emerson was only thirteen whilst Kevin was college age. Yet Harry couldn't help think it was too early for them to be gone. Harry watched the two boys he hadn't even known.

'So I was right?' Harry asked.

'Yes,' they replied.

'Are you in Elysium?' asked Harry.

'I'm thinking about going on for another try at life,' Emerson said.

'I'm sorry,' Harry said before banishing them off.

/

'Dad did you know I can feel those who I've met when they die?' Harry said.

It was that night and he had just arrived at his father's palace. He was finding that he was spending fewer and fewer night sleeping in the Hermes cabin. Not that he minded. Hermes cabin was always way too overcrowded with the combined numbers of Hermes children, the unclaimed children and like Harry and Eve the children of the gods and goddesses who were deemed too unimportant or scary to be given a cabin. Harry wished that some day it would change. Harry wished that some day Cat would be claimed and he and Eve would be accepted.

'Yes,' Hades said, 'all children of mine can.'

'You will look after them?' asked Harry.

'It is my job,' Hades said stiffly. 'Anyway Ares' son has gone on for a chance at the Isle of the Blessed. He only has one more life to get through to achieve the Isle.'

'That's good,' Harry said.

'Indeed it is,' Hades agreed. 'You know you'd be able to focus on any soul if you wanted to,' Hades said then frowned. 'That's strange there's another splinter of a soul within you.'

'How?' asked Harry.

'I don't know,' frowned Harry's father. 'Voldemort,' hissed Hades eyes flashing furiously. 'So that's how he escaped death.'

'You mean mum's murderer?' asked Harry.

'Unfortunately,' spat Hades. 'He escaped me by making a Horcrux or more.'

'What's a Horcrux?' asked Harry.

'A Horcrux is a piece of the soul bound to an inanimate object to preserve one's life. A violation of nature if I ever saw one,' hissed Hades. 'The Fates cannot collect unless the string of life is all together. Or someone destroys each of the soul pieces.'

'Can you take it out of me?' asked Harry.

'Yes, Harry, come here,' Hades said.

Hades saw that his son was nervous and realised how much power and fury he had let forth in the room. But now was not the time to think of that. He took Harry's head in his hands concentrating on the interlocking souls. Careful not to harm Harry or leave any part of the monster's soul in his young son he removed the soul. Then he opened his eyes to see a night black soul as dark as any he had seen floating in mid air. He summoned a bottle and placed it in. Looking he could see that they had only an seventh of his soul.

'Not a lot,' Harry said.

'A seventh,' Hades said grimly. 'That means we have five more Horcruxes to collect and the main part of course. Keep a look out for me.'

'Of course, Dad, I want him gone as well. He killed Mum and James,' Harry said.

'Indeed he did,' Hades said. 'It will be the Fields of Punishment for that alone. How I wished when Lily told me that she was marked for Death I had demanded she come here.'

'I'm going to bed it's been a tiring day,' Harry said.

That answers the question about the Parselmouth. I have a plan about how the Chamber of Secrets will plan out now that Harry is no longer a Parselmouth.