New Horizon
Chapter 1: Allowed
[A/N]
I have another story up for you all to read, the idea of Percy being transported to the world of Harry Potter is not original. Sorry if you were looking for an original premise, only the plot of my story is original.
Before you ask - no, I am not going to stop updating Foretold Sunrise. The new chapter for that story is almost completed. I just decided to add this here, updates will mainly be for Foretold Sunrise. This will have sporadic updates, if ever. So don't worry.
Let me know what you all think, depending on the feedback I might continue this after Foretold Sunrise is completed.
Anyway, enjoy!
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Percy Jackson, demigod extraordinaire. The Savior of Olympus. Bane of Monsters. Newly Christened Slayer of Kronos as of five minutes ago… he was all these things and more. Legend, Hero, Boy, Motormouth, Seaweed Brain, on and on his titles went.
He could have many more for all he knew, but the one he knew for sure he had at the moment is tired.
He is tired of the fighting, the manipulations, the monsters, the quest, the gods' be damned prophecies that are almost always about his choices being able to cause unimaginable death and destruction.
Percy struggled to continue listening as Zeus droned on and on about the war and his own accomplishments as if he had been the one to strike down Kronos while the demigod who had actually done so was just two dozen feet away from him. In the same room no less.
Annabeth gave him a look from across the room, but he ignored it as well. He was busy planning and complaining, he shouldn't have to listen to King Windbag talk for hours about absolutely nothing.
Why couldn't his mom have just loved a mortal man? Sixteen was too young to be worrying about all these things, hell any age was too young in his opinion.
'Your dad is the God of the Seas? Well here's your one-way ticket to being hunted for the rest of your life! We have free strawberries and this cool orange shirt! Enjoy!'
Percy snorted loudly, the sound echoing off the polished marble of the Olympian throne room. He winced as all the gods and demigods turned to look at him, getting various different looks from all those gathered in the vast room.
"Sorry!" Percy knew his apology would not wipe away the perceived slight to the council, but it was the thought that counted.
His father looked at him with open amusement, catching Percy's eyes and rolling them in exasperation as he not so secretly pointed his finger at Zeus. Clearly, his father was just as annoyed with Zeus as Percy was.
Even Hades had a slight grin as he looked at the angered expression on Zeus's face due to Percy's interruption.
Percy cursed himself in his head when he noticed the King of the Gods' thunderous expression.
This unlucky string of events led to another title he had procured -
Luckiest Unlucky Fool.
A title granted to him by Annabeth's mom, Athena, when he had somehow survived the explosion on Mount Saint Helens.
Percy despises it, despite its grudgingly accurate description of his entire life. His previous ramblings had gotten to the heart of the issue.
He was born to an ancient god, got cool powers, but in return he gets hunted for the rest of his life by demented gods and monsters.
Not worth it.
He'd rather have been born without the powers, which is why he was even staying through Zeus's long-winded speech.
His plan?
Speak - read beg - to Hestia, get her to do her powerful godly thing, and bam! The godly blood from his veins is gone and he can live a normal life. No more superpowers, no more learning disabilities, no more monsters.
Just an average Percy Jackson with average grades and a loving mother.
Really all that a man needs in his life. Besides delicious blue food.
Surprisingly even Hera, the Queen of Olympus, looked at Percy with a smile. Something that caused quite a few to recoil in shock, Percy himself included. Though he did his best to ignore the look she was giving him.
"Yes, as young Perseus so inarticulately put it," Hades looked at Percy with a smidgen of amusement glinting in his black eyes as he said that. Obviously amused with his slip up. "Please speed things up," Hades asked, his eyes back on Zeus. "We all have things we'd rather be doing right now."
If Zeus looked angry before, that was nothing on his new disposition. Zeus now looked downright murderous, his eyes glowing and sparking with electricity.
Zeus looked like he was a second away from taking his Master Bolt and striking him down.
Just as Percy was thinking about making a run for it, Hera put her hand on her husband's shoulder and whispered something into his ear. Whatever she had said seemed to do the trick as Zeus stopped glowing, his ever straying hand moving back to its place on the armrest of his throne.
Zeus cleared his throat loudly, "It seems I got carried away," A few quiet snorts from Apollo and Hermes met that statement, Zeus looked over at the both of them with an annoyed expression, shutting them both up.
Facing the demigods once more with his electric blue eyes, he spoke. "We, the gods, have gathered you all here to reward the valiant heroes who stood by Olympus, defending its walls from monsters and titans alike."
A quiet murmuring broke out amongst the demigods, Percy looked around and saw that Annabeth seemed particularly interested in whatever reward she was deemed worthy of.
Percy smiled sadly. He knew that if his plan worked he would very likely never see her again. Something he regretted, but at the same time was willing to sacrifice. Loyalty may be his fatal flaw, and it definitely was, but the love for his mother was greater than his budding feelings for Annabeth.
Crushes come and go, he'd find someone else. But his mother? She was irreplaceable. Of the two, Percy's mother deserved his loyalty the most, and so he chose her over Annabeth.
Being normal would give his mother the child she'd barely ever really had. When she was taken to the Underworld so many years ago, he vowed to sacrifice anything for her happiness.
He was just making good on that vow, perhaps a little late, but better late than never.
"Very well." Percy was broken out of his thoughts by Zeus's words. His half-brother, Tyson, was looking at Zeus with excited glee. "We will find you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found."
"Hooray!"
Percy almost laughed out loud at his half-brother's request - leave it to Tyson to ask for something like a stick as his reward for saving the world. Percy smiled and gave Tyson a hidden thumbs up when he looked towards him with excitement. One which Tyson returned not so secretly - much to the amusement of their shared father.
Gods' he'll miss him.
"And finally, Perseus Jackson." Percy noticed the amount of distaste Zeus spoke his name with, but ignored the slight and moved forward. Kneeling to Zeus and waiting for him to continue, which due to the long-winded speech from earlier could either mean now or two hours from now.
"You have nearly single-handedly ended this war, dealt a crippling blow to Kronos' forces, and were instrumental in his overall defeat." Zeus looked at him with a very grudging amount of respect.
Zeus suddenly leaned forward slightly, his voice's inflection turning curious. "For such accomplishments, what is it that you desire?"
The other gods also looked on with equal amounts of curiosity, wondering what Percy would request for such monumental services to Olympus. Immortality? Eternal Youth? Power? Intelligence? Perhaps even godhood?
All those things he deserved, any one of them he could ask for and it would be granted. Even Dionysus lazily looked up with sudden interest, waiting for Percy to make his request.
Percy took a deep breath, steeling his nerves. It was showtime, he just hoped he wasn't instantly struck down by lightning. "Before I begin, I would ask that you all give vows on the Styx to follow my request if they're within your power to grant."
A large amount of noise met Percy's request. Ares looked a second away from getting off his throne and gutting him where he kneeled. Apollo was laughing his ass off, holding his stomach. Athena nodded in agreement with his request, thinking it was a smart decision to get a vow beforehand. Artemis just saucily smirked at him and twirled her silver hunting knife between her fingers.
His father however looked proud, the proudest he'd ever seen him - Percy knew that such an expression was moments away from being gone forever.
Zeus though looked angry. Again. "You doubt our word? Believe that we would cheat you?" Zeus asked angrily.
Yes, Percy did think that. But he wasn't going to say it. "No Lord Zeus, I was just told by a certain god of the underworld that you should always get a vow when dealing with gods." At Percy's words, Zeus looked over to his brother.
Hades just looked on with amusement in the face of his brother's wrath. "Guilty." He said.
Zeus grumbled something under his breath before sighing heavily. "Fine, we shall all swear an oath on the River Styx to grant your request if they're within our power."
Percy sighed with relief as the gods all started making the oath, and not even a single hair on his head was singed to accomplish the feat.
Truly his greatest accomplishment to date - slaying Kronos was nowhere near as illustrious as asking for a pinky promise from thirteen gods.
"Ask away demigod," Zeus stated when all the gods were finally done taking the oath.
"For my first request, Hades is to be given a throne on the Olympian Council." Percy started off with the small stuff, he'd work his way up slowly.
A few grumbles were met with the request but it was granted nonetheless. A proper throne popped into existence. Consisting of polished obsidian, Stygian iron, and various gems and bones which were all skillfully crafted and put together to form into Hades' new throne.
Hades looked at Percy with complete shock.
Nico just smirked quietly in his corner. Told you Percy wasn't like the rest, father.
"For my second request, all demigod children are to be immediately claimed upon entering camp. Many betrayed us and fell to the schemes of our enemy because they felt unwanted by their godly parent."
This request got a lot fewer complaints from the gods, being granted almost instantly by Zeus, Hestia, and Hera.
Percy continued, nervous sweat pouring down his brow. The hard part was coming.
"For my third request, all minor gods and deities get their own cabins at the camp. They too betrayed us to the Titans due to being treated poorly."
Again the request got a few grumbles, especially from Ares and Zeus, but was nevertheless granted.
"How many more, child?" A motherly voice asked Percy, he looked up and noticed that it was Demeter who had spoken. She didn't seem very annoyed though, Percy could tell she was just trying to ease the others by having him give them an amount.
Percy laughed quietly, his laugh filled with a little sorrow. Though that particular observation was only noticed by Aphrodite, Poseidon, Hestia, and Annabeth. The latter looking at him with a questioning gaze. "Just two more Lady Demeter, the last one I'm sure a lot of you won't even think twice about granting either."
A few curious looks were formed from his words, but he soldiered on. Even as Annabeth looked to be putting the clues from his behavior together in her head at a rate that would make him dizzy.
"For my second to last request, all peaceful Titans are to be released from their prisons. Calypso especially."
Though Zeus looked as if he'd rather be doing anything else, he granted the request. His teeth grinding together harshly. He had made an oath on the Styx. He couldn't back out now. "Granted."
Percy took one last breath, before looking up at Zeus's stormy eyes with his sea green. "For my last request, I-" Percy choked on the words, gulping loudly as his throat constricted and his mouth dried rapidly. He blinked back tears as he looked over to Annabeth, her face quickly morphing into a look of horror and pain as she finally put all the pieces together.
"No! You can't! You promised Percy!" Annabeth's grey eyes filled with tears, she was rushing over to him, only to be grabbed by Thalia and the Hunters, thoroughly restrained.
Percy's heart broke at the scene of her trying desperately to claw her way out of her restraints and make her way over to him. Crying out his name as she did so, it got to be too much and he looked away. His face now towards the ground.
"I request to have my ties to Olympus severed, my godly blood and heritage stripped away. To be mortal for the rest of my days."
Zeus didn't need to think twice. His response was instant. "Granted!" Zeus's voice boomed, his voice spiteful and full of excitement as the other Olympians were still sitting in stunned silence.
At the moment his last request was granted, all Percy knew was pain.
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All Percy saw was a bright flash of light and suddenly his body was hit with nerve-racking pain. His veins felt as if they were being drowned in acid and electrocuted at the same time. Percy couldn't see anything around himself. It was just a blurry mess of shapes and figures.
What was happening to him?
What was going on?
Garbled voices surrounded him but he couldn't understand anything they were saying, why wouldn't they make the pain stop? It hurt so bad, worse than when he threw himself into the Styx and got lava thrown on him in Mount Saint Helens.
Still, despite his agonizing screams the garbled voices kept talking, ignoring his pleas for help. Darkness was creeping steadily across the edges of his blurred vision until it encompassed it entirely.
Percy blissfully knew no more.
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Dorea Potter née Black, Lady of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, sister of Arcturus Black III, and wife to Charlus Potter was distraught. She had given birth. Something she had wanted all her life, something her husband and she had been struggling with for years.
Her brother Arcturus was always visiting during the months she had carried the baby, making sure she was taken care of and giving her husband what for when he deemed Charlus had spent too much time not watching her. Something she laughed about with Arcturus's wife, Melania Black née Macmillan.
They had all been so happy when they'd gotten the news that she was indeed pregnant. Finally, she could provide an heir to the House of Potter and have a family of her own.
After many hours spent in the last nine months choosing names, talking with her husband and sister-in-law about whether a boy or girl would be better, and who they should invite to the baby shower, the time was finally here.
Unfortunately, Charlus's brother, Fleamont Potter, and his wife, Euphemia Potter, had sent word that they couldn't make it to their child's birth. Though they promised to be at the manor later that evening.
Dorea spent hours holding her husband's hand while she was encouraged by the midwife, her brother Arcturus had been furiously walking back and forth across the room while she was giving birth.
But as everything was said and done, the only sounds that Dorea could hear were her own heart-wrenching sobs as she held onto a small and still form close to her chest.
She had given birth to a stillborn.
Her baby, her precious baby boy, had died before she could even meet him. The thought crushed Dorea even further and she wailed harder. "My baby!" She clutched the small form tighter to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Dorea could feel Melania wrap her arms around her and hold her close, Melania had her own tears streaming down her face at seeing her dear friend so broken.
Melania felt Dorea lean into her embrace, hiding her face in her shoulder as she continued crying. "My baby," Dorea repeated once more, the words muffled, but no less heartbreaking. Melania choked back a sob of her own as she felt the tears of her friend soaking her shoulder. She ran her trembling fingers through Dorea's wavy black locks comfortingly.
"I know, Dory." She really didn't. "I know." She didn't know what else to say to comfort her distraught friend.
Melania looked up from Dorea towards her husband, wondering where they were to go from here. Her husband's chiseled face was grim, his usually calm grey eyes raging with emotion.
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Arcturus Black looked on at the scene of his sister wailing with barely kept emotions. It took all he had not to release the broiling magic in his veins, and even with all of his effort, his magic was just barely restrained.
He wanted to lash out, to rage, to release his pain and fury upon the very world itself. But he couldn't. Not while there was still a chance, however slight it might be. He would need all his energy for the feat of magic he was about to perform.
He swiftly crossed the room and laid his hand on the baby's head, gently letting his fingers glide across the black tuft of hair already poking out from his sister's child.
He was going to make a plea directly to Lady Magic herself, for his sister he would do anything, for his nephew he would give the world, for the family he would damn his own soul.
He began chanting. Calling upon his connection to Lady Magic through the Black Family Magic.
"Μαγεία άκουσε με, άκουσε την έκκλησή μου από το βασίλειο του ανθρώπου."
[Magic hear me, hear my plea from the realm of man.]
His wife Melania looked at him with a confused gaze, before understanding passed across her features as the Family Magic sprang to life.
The glowing form of a silver sea serpent sprang from his lord ring, coiling protectively around his sister and her stillborn child.
"Κρίνα αυτό το κλεμμένο παιδί, την ίδια του την ύπαρξη, τα μελλοντικά του επιτεύγματα, και δώσε του νέα ζωή."
[Judge this stolen child, his very being, his future accomplishments, and grant him life.]
A heavy weight settled on Arcturus as he chanted the second verse, beads of sweat pouring from his body. He could feel the magic draining from him at a furious pace, but he didn't stop.
He wouldn't stop. Not for his sister - not for this child who carried the blood of the Black Family in his veins.
"Αν η έκκλησή μου εισακουστεί, αν γίνει δεκτή, τότε τα επιτεύγματά του θα είναι δικά σου, η ζωή του δική σου, το μέλλον του δικό σου για να αποφασίσεις."
[If my plea be heard, if it be granted, then his accomplishments shall be yours, his lifeblood your own, his future yours to decide.]
The weight he felt pressed further onto his body, Arcturus felt something pass over him, it was reminiscent of a gaze looking upon him from afar. He knew this feeling to be Magic herself gazing upon him.
His plea had been heard - all that he could do now was wait and see if Lady Magic would grant it.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Arcturus finally felt the gaze slowly leave him.
But nothing happened.
His stillborn nephew was as quiet as he had been when he was born, his sister was still sobbing, and his wife was looking at him sadly.
"No!" He cried out, falling to his knees. He was unable to keep standing, the intense amount of effort and energy needed to even have his plea heard leaving him with nothing.
He was not thinking about how tired he was at the moment though, he was too furious. Magic had deemed him unworthy!
She had deemed his family unworthy and his stillborn nephew undeserving of life! The broken sobs of his sister continued on and drove him into his anger even further. "Damn it!" He slammed his fist into the wooden floor below him with frustration.
Damn him and his weak body! If only he'd been worthy! His nephew would have a chance at life and his baby sister would have the child she'd always wished for!
"Arcturus." The gentle voice of his wife flittered into his ears. He looked up to see her looking at him with a sad understanding, her blue-grey eyes looking at him gently. "You did all you could have, do not blame yourself for this tragedy." He knew her words made sense, but he couldn't find it in himself not to blame this tragedy on his failures as a brother.
Charlus also looked up from his own grieving from next to his wife and gave him a grateful nod. His eyes were filled with defeat.
Arcturus looked away and sighed heavily. "I know, Ania bu-" His eyes suddenly widened in surprise, his wife now looking at him with worry at his sudden change in behavior.
He could hear something. A quiet whispering just in his ear. He put his finger up to his wife, trying to listen closely.
"Επιτρέπεται."
Arcturus sucked in a breath, his eyes widening even further. A single word was his response, but that single word was all that mattered.
The cries of his sister were suddenly joined by the cries of another voice, this one considerably younger. The cry's of a baby.
"Waaa!"
[Allowed.]