Summary: Harry Potter, at twenty years just had enough, and Death offers him a way out. This was not what he expected. Stuck in what is 'supposedly' another world, turned into a girl, and getting dragged to a strange camp is pretty hard for the-now Hyacinth Iris Potter. After all, being the daughter of not one, but three gods in not an easy task. Especially when the resident Greek Sun God gets interested in you. Oh why couldn't 'his' life be normal for once?

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson and Harry Potter series's. And unfortunately never will.

Pairings: Apollo/Hyacinth. Thanatos/Hestia. Slight Thanatos/Iris. James/Lily. Percy/?

Warnings: 'Fem'!Harry. World Travel. Death really likes his new master. Mentions of slash. This could be counted as slash but Harry's now a girl so yeah. AU, in a literal and non-literal sense. Dumbledore's bashing. Weasley bashing(exceptions being Bill, Charlie, Twins, and Ginny to some degree). Zeus bashing. Slight Olympian bashing. Probably a Fem!Percy too...

Notes: This was inspired by DZ2's Harry Potter, the Twice-Blessed Half-Blood challenge. I don't know if it even could be considered an answer to the challenge. I'll probably contact DZ2 about that... So for now, it's only inspired by the challenge. This is my first HP/PJ crossover. I would've made it slash...but I suck at writing it. I have a draft and it's only like, fife hundred words (TT^TT)

The following ↓ is DZ2's Harry Potter, the Twice-Blessed Half-Blood Challenge: A Harry Potter/Percy Jackson Crossover. Though if it is considered as apart of the challenge, please let me know.

Plot: Every Half-Blood has one god-parent, this we know: however, Harry is different because of one reason: through the ways of the divine, he has more than one god for a parent/guardian

Rules: Light, Grey, Dark or Evil Powerful Harry
Harry's divine parents can be ANY of the Greek/Roman Mythological forces including the main twelve, the lesser gods, deities, divines, monsters etc
Either Thalia, the Di Angelos or Clarisse must be allied with Harry
Whoever Harry's parent/s is/are MUST break the law and interact with Harry

If Harry is Dark, Luke MUST pledge to serve him instead of Kronos
Any pairings are welcome
Tom and Dumbledore must both feel wary about Harry when he comes into his god-like powers
The Horcrux is destroyed unless Harry's 'other' god-parents use it to 'determine' him as theirs
Even though he leaves Hogwarts for CHB or his own dwellings, Harry must still keep in touch with his friends
Sirius and Remus do not abandon him

Guidelines: Twice-Born Harry (he is actually the son of two forces)
Harry and Percy as enemies
Master of Death Harry
Lily and/or James were that particular god in human form
Others of the HP universe are Half-Bloods
A prophecy being made about Harry
Slash
The PJ/Heroes of Olympus universe being diverted from canon due to Harry's involvement

Forbidden: Harry remaining the naive, malleable wizard/demigod people wish him to be
Harry's actual god-parent being anything other than Olympian/Roman
Dumbledore as an ally of Harry
Sirius and Remus abandoning Harry

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"Other Language"
"Spell"
Thoughts

Chapter 01: I Officially Hate My #1 Servant

If you're reading this, I can only tell you this; I honestly didn't know how it happened.

Well, technically I do, but still! How was I supposed to know I was gonna turn out like this!?

You're probably confused, aren't you? Well, of course you are. I mean, you don't even know who I am! So let me introduce myself.

My name is – or was – Hadrian James Potter. I had just turned twenty a few weeks ago and then well, this happened. First of all – or second since I already told you my name and age – let me start by saying I'm not normal. I'm a wizard.

Yup. You heard me. A wizard. A wand waving, cauldron stirring, broom riding, wizard.

Wizards and witches exist, and no, they do not have warts or look like that witch from Hansel and Gretel. In our world, you could call them Hags. I should know. I met a few of those Hags and I also know tons of really nice witches. Examples being Hermione Granger, my best friend and number one bookworm of Hogwarts – school for witches and wizards like me, but I'll get to that in a few seconds – Ginevra 'Ginny' Weasley, my former ex-best friend's little sister, Luna Lovegood, a bit loony in the head but pretty alright if you know her, and so on. I also knew tons of wizards, but I'm too much in a hurry to say anything.

I had learned I was a wizard on my eleventh birthday, when all witches and wizards are ready to be sent off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yeah, my Muggle – that's what Magicals call the normal kind – weren't happy about that. Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley, my aunt, uncle, and cousin. They were total bastards, pardon my language, but it's true! Ugh, I hate them.

Anyway, I learned I was famous for being the cause of my parents' deaths and the downfall of the Dark Lord Voldemort. I let that pass me by, not knowing what it really meant. I entered Hogwarts where I met tons of new people. Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, and a lot more where that came from. The following years were hectic to say the least. I got into duels, I got into Quidditch, I met a Cerberus, battled Lord Voldemort, fought a House Elf named Dobby, got my ass whooped by him, multiple, multiple times, revealed a fraud, fought a Basilisk, learned ol' Voldewhore's real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, met Dementors, they tried to eat my soul, met my dogfather and current convict Sirius Black, punched Peter, cast the Patronus Charm and so on an on.

But everything changed when fourth year rolled around. There was this tournament – the Triwizard Tournament – and someone put my name in. I got shunned by everyone but Ginny, Luna, Hermione, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Cedric, and a few other people. So yeah, I faced dragons, mermen, hell, I even faced a revived Tommy. Yeah, after I said 'Voldemort' everyone thought I was crazy. And fifth and sixth year involved Blood Quills, pink frogs – I barfed a little in my mouth at the reminder – the idiotic Ministry, became a teacher and found out I actually liked it, Sirius dying, the Ministry hailing me the chosen one, a strange book, Dumbles dying and so on and you get my point.

Seventh year was literal hell on earth. I, Hermione and Ron – "It's 'Hermione, Ron and I'! Honestly..." – were crowned undesirable #1, 2 and 3 respectively for one whole year. That year involved revelations, betrayals, torture, death by knife, Horcrux hunting, and a huge ass final battle. Many were lost, many kicked but, and I kicked Tom's. Oh yeah, and I was made a godfather!

So yeah, a week after the final battle I was chillin' with little Teddy Lupin in LA when all of a sudden, a person, thing appears and starts talking about how I was his master and he pledged his loyalty to me. To say that I was freaked out would be saying that Hermione loves books. So then after a while, the thing told me it was Death and I was his master. And, unfortunately, I did the most unmanly thing possible. I fainted.

After a few more visits me and Teddy got used to Death popping up randomly. Though, Teddy still tried to prank him and Death always mutters stuff about a 'Hermes' and 'Apollo', whatever that was.

A few days after I turned twenty there was this law that I had to be married, and look at that! Molly offered, rather forcefully, her daughter. I declined and she and Ron raged. They talked about what Dumbles promised and to say I was mad was the understatement of the year. I was absolutely furious. Dumbledore, that fucking bastard, planed all this. Thankfully for me, Ginny was happily dating Dean Thomas, and had absolutely no interest in me and was disgusted with her mother.

And now, here I am, standing in the ruins of Godric's Hollow with a solemn look on my face. I've had enough of the reporters and public and ministry and Molly pestering me. So, since Death was my servant, I could ahem 'request' him to end my existence. Easy as that.

I sighed through my nose and called out. "Death?" A shiver made its way down my spine when I felt his cold presence behind me. "Yes, Master Hadrian?" I scowled at my title, but I shivered at his hard, raspy voice. Death was a creepy little nugget, enough said.

"Kill me." My voice was harsh, even I had to admit that. I heard him let out raspy chuckles. "No can do."

"W-What?" I spun around, peering up at his endless black orbs. "What do you mean by that?"

He sighed and said in a voice that was meant for an idiotic child. "You are the Master of Death. Killing you would be like killing myself. Entirely impossible." I stared in disbelief. I had destroyed the Stone, snapped the Wand, planned to give all my property and the Cloak to Teddy, and don't get me started on my will, and that was all for nothing?!

"You have got to be kidding me."

He shrugged. "Nope. The only way for you to die is if the world ends." He froze, a grin slipping on his face. "But..." He trailed off mischievously, "If you so happen to wish to go to the-err, to another world, I'll have no chose but to obey your request."

Oh.

Oh. A grin formed on my face. "Yes, well. It just so happens that I want to go to another world." I said slyly. "This world is getting ah, rather boring."

Death grinned at me. His grin reminded me of Rita's, but ten times more evil.

I closed my eyes and Death's billowing cloaks of darkness surrounded me. Hello, new world.

Besides, what could go wrong?

...I just jinxed myself didn't I?

Fuck.

Lily 'Flare' Potter née Evans sighed as she looked out of the window of Godric's Hollow. It had been nearly a year since she and James had married. Unfortunately, they still had no luck with children, and she now knew why. She was infertile.

The fact had greatly saddened her. Sure she was a Virgin Goddess, and she never wanted any children because of what her father did, but in the last few years things have changed. Over twenty years ago she had gotten a bit ignored by her family because they always argued, or talked about whose child was better. The only ones who still had taken notice of her were Poseidon, Hera, Apollo to some degree, and most of the minor gods. But the only ones she talked to regularly was Iris and Hecate. She loved the goddesses of rainbows and magic to death.

But still, she was getting more and more sad by the day so Hecate thought of a brilliant plan. To put her inside a dead child's body. She agreed when the creator of Magicals told her that the child was dead long before she suggested it.

So she grew up as Lily 'Flare' Evans, scary witch extraordinare. And had eventually married James Potter after a lot of chocolate, treacle tart, hyacinths, pranks, revenge and presents.

She groaned to herself. Maybe they should adopt? She never knew what she would do when it came to her Vow anyway.

"Hm? What has gotten you stuck in your thoughts so much you did not notice me?" Lily froze at the familiar voice of her best friend before sighing. She heard her walk towards the seat across from her and Liky raised her head.

Long black hair flowed down her back in a loose ponytail, her mischievous caramel eyes standing out on her face with thin glasses. She was wearing sleeveless pink dress shirt with a black skirt and blue flats with a dark blue opened sweater on the top. Lily knew who she was; Iris, goddess of Rainbows, and her best friend.

"Iris? What are you doing here?"

Iris just smirked like she knew something Lily didn't – which was probably true, Iris had blackmail on anyone. From Hades to even Nemesis. "Why, dearest Hestia. I have some very good new for you." Hestia. That was who she was. The oldest daughter of Kronos. And the goddess of the Hearth, Home, the right ordering of domesticity, and Family.

"And what might that be?" Hestia drawled tiredly.

The Goddess of Rainbows cocked her head to the side. "So you really don't know..." She muttered darkly. Hestia raised an eyebrow as her friend sighed deeply. "So yeah. Around the time you stuck yourself into a mortal body – and do you know how hard it is to keep the Olympians off you case? They can be so damn stubborn when they want to be. – Thanatos, the God of Death mysteriously disappeared." She smiled, a terrifying, shark like smile. "He stuck himself into the body of James Potter and suppressed his memories." To say that Hestia was shocked would be like Zeus has have a pole shoved up his ass.

She didn't have anything against the winged man, but she was still surprised. "I...see." Did she forget to mention that she was in love with James-Thanatos?

Iris grinned happily. "Did you know that Aphrodite was trying to pair you up even before you guys became mortals?"

Hestia stared blankly at her. "Excuse me?"

"Oh don't worry. The only ones that know about you and Thanatos is me, Aphrodite, Hecate of course, Persephone, and Ariadne." Iris waved her hand as if batting away a fly.

"So yeah! And Aphrodite told me to give you some of my, ahem, womb to you so you and Thanny can have a baby." As the oldest Olympian continued to stare blankly the Goddess elaborated. "Don't worry. The child will still be yours and his child, but also mine! But most yours."

"Why?" Hestia finally asked her long time friend. The glasses wearing goddess just smiled sadly. "Because you, and Hecate, are my best friends. I'd put your happiness before any of the Olympians', yours and Hecate's. If having a baby will make you happy, I'm willing to help." Hestia stared wide eyed at the sad looking goddess. "Besides. You love Thanatos and he loves you. You both want a child to love and to spoil."

The words hit the Keeper of the Hearths hard. Like really hard. Her friend woud be willing to give her half of her womb, because she was Hestia's friend and wants her happy. Iris loved her and Hecate more than anyone else – probably except from her children. But she only had one boy, didn't she? – and that made Hestia feel loved. She had only heard her mother, Rhea, and Thanatos put her before anything else.

"...Fine."

Six months later, Lily Potter gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She smiled at the smaller than usual girl – due to her premature birth – with love in her eyes. The baby girl had her fiery red hair, with a few strands the colour of ebony in regal curls, and Thanatos's timeless beauty. Her eyes were almond shaped with his honey coloured flecks and were the colour of emeralds with unusual intelligence. Hestia could faintly make out her flames of Hearth sparking in the baby's eyes. Her skin was olive coloured, with a small nose that was hers, and high cheekbones that were Thanatos's.

"She's beautiful..." Thanatos – James, whispered in awe as he stroked the baby's chubby cheek. She agreed with him. Hestia knew that when her small baby grew up she would be a beautiful woman. And that displeased her. All the boy's that would be after her...

Unbeknownst to her, James was thinking along the same lines as her. The boys that would follow her, date her, kiss her... They would die. He thought darkly about all the things he would do to them if they so much as look at her.

"Hyacinth." He muttered. Hestia stared at her husband in surprise. Hyacinth? He doesn't mean... "That will be her name. Hyacinth Potter."

"Hyacinth Iris Potter." Hestia said quietly to not disturb the dozing baby. Hyacinth was the first flower that James had given her when they were twelve. And Iris because she was the reason they even had Hyacinth. James paused for a moment before grinning. "I like it!"

And thus, Hadrian James Potter became Hyacinth Iris Potter.

The Potters were in hiding because of a Prophecy. Hestia swore that if she ever saw Apollo, she would give him a piece of her mind – if the Prophecy was real, that is. She suspected that Dumbledore made the whole thing up, because to her it didn't sound like a Prophecy an Oracle would make. She shared her thoughts with Iris, who would contact Hecate, and she promised that she and the Goddess of Magic would look into it.

"Geez, James. Stop trying to teach 'Cinthy how to play poker." She honestly doesn't know why her husband is insisting that their daughter had to learn how to play poker before she was even two.

He flinched at her scolding tone, and with a pout put away the cards and flopped down on the couch with Hyacinth next to him. The toddler giggled. "Fine~" He huffed.

Hestia chuckled at her husband's childishness. She took her daughter and placed her on her lap as she sat next to her James. His arm was instantly around her shoulder and the young mortal goddess snuggled into his side. Hyacinth giggled innocently.

"James, how about we invite the Marauders tonight?" Hestia suggested. James perked up at the mention of his best friends and their daughter's godfather and uncles. "Sure, why not? It sounds like a good idea. Plus, it's so boring being stuck here without my pals~" She chuckled at her husband's whining. He was just too adorable sometimes.

James stood up and went to the fireplace, where he took out green dust from a pot next to the fireplace, and threw it into the fireplace. "Peter Pettigrew." He decided to Floo call their Secret Keeper first. There was no response. So he tried again, and said in a clearer voice. "Peter Pettigrew!" Once again, no one answered.

The Potters exchanged nervous looks over Hyacinth's head. Whenever they called before, Peter had always picked up in under thirty seconds. He tried again. And again. And again. But no one answered.

"You think Voldypants got to him?" He hesitantly asked his worried wife. She clutched Hyacinth closer to her bossom. "I think it would be best if we Floo'd Dumbledore." She told him. James nodded in agreement, and just about when he was about to Floo Dumbledore, they felt it.

The gates of Godric's Hollow creaked, and the Potters felt his presence. The malicious presence of the murder of many people; Lord Voldemort. The wards felt and the Potters staggered at the feeling, seeing at it was tied to them.

"Lily, go Apparate to Hogwarts or the Ministry or HQ." James told Hestia, dead serious. "But James–" He interrupted her. "I'll be fine. You and Hyacinth get out of here. Please, Liky, do this, and if not for me, then for our daughter."

Hestia bit her lip but did as her husband requested. She held onto Hyacinth tighter and ran up to the nursery to get her wand. Her godly powers were repressed in this mortal form, so she couldn't use her fire to safely travel out of there.

The doors were blasted off its hinges just as the two females made it two the nursery. The house shook.

James glared at the cloaked figure of Voldemort. He knew he couldn't hold him off, he didn't really have his wand currently and he might be good at Hand-to-Hand combat, but he was tired as hell and he doubted that he could get close to the Dark wizard before he was blasted to bits.

Cruel red eyes stared straight into James's determined hazel-gold ones. With a cruel, high pitched laugh, Voldemort aimed his wand at James Charlus Potter, and with two unforgivable words, "Avada Kedavra!" A very shocked Thanatos was cast out of his mortal body, back to the Underworld.

Lily, feeling the power of Thanatos, knew that James was dead. She glanced at the poorly barricaded doors and back to Hyacinth's crib. She fell onto her knees drawing Ancient Greek words filled with all her love, power and magic. She stood up just as the door was blasted to bits, and faced the murderer of her husband's mortal body in all his nonexistent glory.

Her eyes, unlike usual, were shining with hate and had a cold fury in them. Voldemort was taken aback back the ferocity in the normally kind and gentle and peace loving witch's eyes.

He pointed his want at the witch's chest, "Please, not Hyacinth, not Hyacinth! Please, not my Hyacinth!" Hestia pleaded, although knowing it was futile. Tom Marvolo Riddle regared her cooly, his red eyes shifting into a glare. "Stand aside you foolish girl, and you shall live. Stand aside..."

Lily ignored his words entirely, and continued to plead. "Not Hyacinth, please no, take me, kill me instead–"

"Stand aside." He ordered the redheaded goddess. Lily sobbed. Why, oh why did it always have to be her? Why couldn't the Fates leave her and Hyacinth alone for once?

"Not Hyacinth! Please...by the gods... have mercy..." Voldemort sighed in aggravation, annoyed with the foolish woman's pleading. He chanted, "Avada Kedavra!" And Hestia was also cast out, back to her sacred temple where she could heal.

Voldemort laughed cruelly as she crumbled onto the ground, her once bright eyes lifeless in death.

I stared at the lifeless for of my mother, and felt frustrated. Even in another world, I could not save the person I loved the most? Some Master of Death I am. Or Mistress, since I was somehow turned into a girl...

Fuck you Death.

Tommy boy pointed his wand at me with a shrill laugh that made my ears hurt. By the gods! How can someone talk so high pitched? Well, there was Umbitch, but we can all agree she was not a human. I mean seriously, she was like a pink toad-cat hybrid!

I zoned out as Voldewhore muttered some words. Then, he pointed his wand at me and I raised an eyebrow. Like hell Death was gonna let me die. After all, he wouldn't let me die when I was an adult, so why would he let me die when I'm just a baby?

"Avada Kedavra!" I tensed as the curse sailed through the air towards me. A dark silhouette appeared in front of me, and Tommy's eyes widened. I mentally cackled with glee. Take that you son of a bitch!

I felt Death's aura wash over me, and I felt his mark flare to life on my collarbone. A barrier appeared just as the curse was an inch away from my servant. It wasn't his barrier, no, it was my mother's.

The two magical forces fought, and just as it looked as if the barrier would shatter, something like fire, overpowered it and the killing curse was sent back to the caster.

The curse connected with his chest, and he let out a strangled gasp that sounded like a scream. Red eyes were wide in horror as they stared at Death and me. I must've looked horrifying, with my green eyes sparkling gleefully and a cruel smile painted across my face.

His body burst into black dust, only his clothes staying intact. I frowned as his black soul swirled around the nursery.

But thankfully, I wasn't turned into a Horcrux this time–

I blacked out just as his soul came in contact with my head.

Why do I keep jinxing myself?

The next time I woke up I woke up was because of a shriek. But not Petunia's. Definitely not. Petunia's voice is like a cat scratching board or Umbitch's shrieks. This shriek was definitely a woman's, but did not make me deaf thankfully.

I blinked my eyes up at brown haired, blue eyed young woman. She was gaping at me.

"Laura, dear? What happened?" I heard a distinctively male voice call out from behind the woman – Laura. But strangely enough, the accent was definitely American.

Laura quickly picked me up and closed the door. She rushed through the large place with a few servants sending her curious looks. Probably rich. She entered what looked like a living room where a tall blond haired, brown eyed man was sitting on the sofa with a girl about my age sitting next to him. She was looking at me curiously. The girl had large, light green eyes and curly red hair.

"Henry, dear. I found this girl on our doorstep." She showed me to him. He blinked as I grinned cheekily. He stared. "Laura, is that a note in the blanket?" He questioned slowly. Speaking of, I was in a warm red blanket with the initials H.I.P. sewn somewhere near my head.

Laura placed me next to the girl and quickly opened the letter. She started to read;

"'Dear Mr.&Mrs. Dare,

I am sorry to say, but Mrs. Dare's cousin, Mrs. Lilian Potter nee Evan, and her husband James, have been murdered just a few hours ago. Thankfully, the murderer was taken into the custody of the police. But unfortunately, the Headmaster of Lily and James's old school wanted to place their daughter, Hyacinth Iris Potter, with Lily's sister Petunia.

I assume you remember her, and know she is a vindictive, jealous bitch and would most likely abuse and neglect Hyacinth because she hated Lily. So just after the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, placed Hyacinth on the doorstep in the middle of the night in November and when it was raining – yes, I did the same, but at least it's only six here and it is a very warm night here in America – I quickly picked her up and came here to Manhattan as fast as I could, seeing as I was forbidden to take care of her.

I do hope you can take care of Hyacinth and treat her as your niece. Please do.

Everything you need to know about her is in the other letter.

Oh, and as you know, Lily was a witch and so is Hyacinth. :-)

Please take care of her'.' It isn't signed." Laura, by now, was in tears.

I, meanwhile, was in thought. So in this world mum had a cousin? Who lived in America? And knew that my mum was a witch?

Henry Dare quickly stood up and started to confort his wife. After she was calmed, he asked her a question. "What is this about your cousin being a witch?"

I sighed. This was gonna be a long night.

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