*Walks into room after work, boots up the lappy, sees notifications on email application. Opens.*
"Holy f***'n ass crackers! People actually liked it?!"
I mean, uh, you guys liked it. I'm glad. Well if I'm anything, I'm a man of my word. I said that if people were interested that I would continue writing this story that started off as a plotbunny. Now if you'll excuse me I need to find some digital copies of PJO, at least the first three books. Gotta make sure that I hit the plot as close as I can to ensure accuracy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except original characters and plot. Everything else belongs to their respective owners.
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"Speaking."
'Thinking.'
'Divine talking to demigod.'
'Other intelligence speaking mentally.'
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Harry felt as though he were floating in water. Not too hot, not too cold, but just right. As if he were melting with it, he couldn't tell where the 'water' ended and he began. He was at peace, more than he had ever been before. He knew then that he was no longer at Azkaban as he would have been filled with hopelessness and despair, nor was he wearing the depressing jumpsuit. He felt a slight rocking and someone with a female voice was humming a lullaby that he could barely recall from the deep recesses of his memory.
He opened his eyes to see a woman in her early thirties with red hair and Killing Curse green eyes. "Mum?" Harry asked.
"Who else did you expect?" Lily Potter asked with a gentle smile.
"Am I-?"
"Dead?" Harry nodded. His mother only laughed as she ran her fingers through her son's hair. "My son, you are very much alive."
"But how am I seeing you? Aren't you supposed to be... dead?" Harry asked as he sat up on a couch.
"Yes. And no. It really depends on how you look at it."
Harry relaxed as his mother rubbed his back gently. "I miss you. But I'm glad that I got to see you."
"You'll see me sooner rather than later." Harry looked at her with concern. "You won't die, that I guarantee you. But you will find out soon enough what I mean." She let Harry enjoy the moment before speaking up again. "You know, you were right to suspect Dumbledore." Harry looked at her and was about to ask when she beat him to the punch. "You didn't know this, but not everyone you've been friends with has done so with good intentions. Didn't you ever think it was weird that Molly shouted and ranted about 'Muggles' in a public place? If any Aurors had been present she would have been arrested under the protocols set by the Statute of Secrecy."
Now that Harry's mind was clearer that did sound odd to him. "When I went to Hogwarts I was told how to get to the platform for the Express, you weren't. How about Ronald now? Didn't you think it was weird that ALL of the compartments were full? During all seven years I attended the Express was NEVER completely full, it magically expands to comfortably seat all of the students attending that year, and this was when attendance was at an all-time high. Do you remember what he said about the different Houses?"
Harry nodded. "He said that the noble, brave good guys come from Gryffindor, the brainiac, stuck-ups belong in the clouds with the rest of the Ravenclaws in their tower, the slimy snakes of Slytherin are where all Dark witches and wizards come from, and all the leftover talentless hacks get sorted into Hufflepuff."
"Surely you don't believe that biased boy's words completely? Surely there weren't other individuals that didn't quite fit the mould?"
Harry rubbed his chin in thought, "Well there's Luna Lovegood, she's a bit loopy, but she puts on a mask every day to deal with the people in Ravenclaw that bully her when she could just cry and quit the school."
"It takes a special kind of bravery to put up with your tormentors day in and day out. Though we both wish she'd just wallop them."
Harry nodded. "Then there's the Twins who plan their pranks so well that they have to willingly admit that they were the ones behind them."
"Sneaky, crafty, ambitious. They would have fit in well with the rest of the Slytherins. Or even Ravenclaw for the spells and items they used in their pranks."
"I never got to interact with them much, but Daphne and Astoria Greengrass as well as Tracy Davis were at least cordial with me. They seem like decent people, not evil."
"And they are decent types. The Potter, Greengrass, and Davis families have been business partners for generations dating back to the East India and Virginia Companies." Harry's eyes widened in shock as he remembered the world history book he read in between third and fourth year. "That's right, Harry. Your forefathers are the reason why the British expanded into the Americas. The three of your families were the founding investors of the Salem Academy of Magic. They even have a nice portrait of the three in the Principal's, that's what they call Headmasters across the Pond, office. Sure the Greengrass and Davis families may be a bit shrewd in their business deals, but most mortal businessmen are like Trump, Gates, Jobs, and so on. At the end of the day all the patriarchs were the best of friends. There are so many other examples as well."
"Mortal?" Harry asked with a raised brow.
"But you forgot two others," Lily said, brushing her faux pas aside. "Albus Dumbledore and Ronald Weasley. I want you to think hard, have you ever heard Dumbledore use the phrase 'Greater Good' before?"
Harry thought hard, but stopped when he felt a small jolt of pain in his brain. "I swear I've heard it before, but I can't recall where," he said as he rubbed his temples.
Lily placed the backside of her hand to Harry's forehead and then sighed. "That's one of the telltale signs of memory manipulation on a natural Occulmens, a sharp, stabbing pain in your brain when you try to think about something specific. Now with a natural Occulmens you can't erase the memory completely, you can only place it out of the order it was placed in. Like putting something that happened yesterday to the day you were born." She placed her index finger against his forehead. "I can only replace one recent memory before I gain the attention of a certain drunkard who has been quite sober recently. That being said I do apologize if you experience any pain as it's been a while since I last did this." Harry felt something cold, yet warm flow into his mind. Before he could say anything he was pulled inside a memory.
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[Flashback]
Ministry holding cells, ten minutes after Harry's "trial"
Harry sat on the miserable 'bedding' of the cell he occupied in shock. He was convicted of a murder that he didn't commit. The bailiff had explained that he was being held here while a portkey was being arranged with the Magical Transportation Department for the dock from which the ferry left the shores of Britain for the hell that is Azkaban. He even heard that the ferryman who ran the boats was nicknamed 'Charon' for he ferried the damned.
As Harry wallowed in shock he didn't hear the door open from the outside or the person walking towards him until he heard an "Ehem."
He looked up to see Headmaster Dumbledore. "Oh. It's you. What do you want?" Harry asked dryly. (1)
"I just wanted to visit you before they took you away," Harry's now former Headmaster replied.
"I do have one question for you, why? Why didn't you do anything? You knew that I didn't kill Cedric yet you are pretty much sentencing me to death by insanity," Harry rightfully accused.
"Oh, my boy, it's for the Greater Good that you go away for a while," Dumbledore said gleefully.
"The hell are you talking about, whose Greater Good does this serve? How is this good for me?!" Harry shouted.
"Oh I might as well tell you, you won't remember this later anyway. Oh, and don't bother trying to shout for help, your mother's silencing field charm she invented allows us to say whatever we want at whatever volume and anyone outside of it hears nothing."
"You are a real piece of work."
"Why thank you." Dumbledore took off his glasses and started to clean them by wiping them on his garish robes. "Now 'whose greater good does this serve'? That's easy. Mine. You see as you well know I ended the reign of Grindlewald, an old friend of mine from my Hogwarts schooling days. Now while in school there was one man I really admired: Merlin. He taught all of the Founders everything about the basics of witchcraft and wizardry. They were from all walks of life. Salazar Slytherin was from Spain in the Muslim controlled region who traveled to the Isles without a knut to his name, Rowena Ravenclaw was from a highborn Italian aristocratic family loosely aligned with the Vatican, Helga Hufflepuff was from a highly decorated German (then Prussian) military family, and Godric Gryffindor was one of the first children born in Avalon whose father was captain of the guard.
"Ironic, isn't it? That the one that came from a moneyless beginning is worshipped by the rich Blood Purist faction as a god. More irony in a few moments. Now he sought these, then children, out with his apprentice Morgana LaFey. They both taught them everything they knew, but I think I already said that. Anyway, when they had learned all they could he let them go on with their lives. It was about ten years later that Morgana fought against Merlin over something or another, back in the day it was thought they were having a lover's quarrel. Merlin fought Morgana for days before he killed her. He slayed the first Dark Lady. This was something that I, though I won't admit it outside of Obliviating someone after, obsessed over in my younger years: to kill a Dark Lord. However there hadn't been a Dark anything to defeat in close to two hundred years when I was a young lad.
"It wasn't until I saw my friend Gellert Grindlewald starting to court my younger sister that I saw my chance. If one wouldn't form naturally, I'd create one myself. Everyone who has ever read a history book in the last sixty years knows that my sister was attacked by muggles which strained her magical core which caused my father to attack and kill said muggles in a blood rage. But that's not entirely true." Harry blanched at what he just realized. "Oh yes, my young Harry, I did do what you are thinking. While my father did kill a group of muggle boys, he didn't do it because they attacked my sister. You see, my father was never the clever sort. A simple Confundus charm was all it took and he killed them in cold blood for no reason. It was I who tortured my sister in front of my friend. I then replaced the memories of all the witnesses so that instead of me, it was those boys.
"That's what started my friend, and later lover as I was never that favorable with the ladies in my younger years, down his dark path: hatred of muggles as a whole. All it took was a few more pushes. I plotted and planned with my friend/lover a grand plan for the magical world, a Greater Good. It was then my sister attracted the eye of a suitor her age. And that made Grindlewald jealous as, while you can rewrite someone's memory, their subconscious still remains. He still was sweet on my sister and slowly started to become free of my control. But that wouldn't do, I had to eliminate the threat to my plan, much to my regret. I pretended to be against the 'cleansing' that Grindlewald wanted and had orchestrated with the Nazi party prior to the invasion of Poland. I wanted the same endgame, but for muggleborn's magic to be sealed.
"As Magic History states we did have a standoff which included my pathetic drunk of a brother and Ariana. While history doesn't record who fired the first spell, I know. It was me. I cast the Cutting Curse on my own sister after blinding all in attendance, she bled out quickly as she had the most surreal confused expression on her face. Murder changes people. Why do you think I didn't allow my Order of the Phoenix, which your parents were a part of, to kill? The sheep realize that it's much easier to end the reign of the powerful oppressors by ending their lives. So for me would that be fratricide or sororicide? Semantics," he shrugged.
"You're a monster," Harry growled.
"I know. But the story isn't finished. A few years passed and my friend opened a prison camp of mostly magical prisoners, both of war and those he captured on the streets. He started his own ethnic cleansing. Do you know what he put on the gate leading into the slaughterhouse of a prison? 'All for the Greater Good.' By now I had taken up the mantle of the Leader of the Light after the previous leader had a horrible encounter with one of Grindlewald's followers when I replaced his actual wand with a child's toy wand that looked exactly like his. I then fought against my friend/lover in 'the name of the Light and my sister'. We then fought years later during the Battle of Berlin after countless, and worthless, lives had been lost and after a battle for the ages that would be recorded in history for hundreds of years, I emerged victorious. I was victorious. I was showered with praise and offered the coveted Order of Merlin, First Class; an award that had not been awarded to anyone as no one had accomplished what Merlin had done in terms of magnitude. But a few years after the praise waned. Yes, the name Albus Dumbledore was practically worshiped by everyone in the Wizarding World. But I felt empty. I needed more. I wanted to do something that even Merlin himself couldn't accomplish: defeat a second Dark Lord.
"So a year goes by and I feel an incredible magical signature so strong I hadn't felt since my old friend and I were children. I would follow this powerful magical signature to an orphanage in Little Hangleton, a little town by the sea, where I found a young Tom Riddle, who would be known oh so many years later under the pseudonym 'Voldemort'. 'Flight from death', how unoriginal. Then again Malfoy means 'bad faith', but I digress. This boy had EVERY reason to hate the world and expect the Wizarding World to compensate him for his misery. His mother was a squib prostitute whoring herself out to every muggle and magical man out there just for a loaf of bread until she became pregnant, and then died when he was young from venereal disease. You see Tom's mother came from the smaller house of Gaunt, which was an offshoot of the Slytherin house by way of a daughter at some point. I brought him into our world, I taught him everything he needed to know; and anything I didn't teach him directly, I pointed him towards what he needed to learn. Especially of his Slytherin heritage and how it was powerful and important.
"Funny thing is that Salazar Slytherin didn't hate all muggles. He knew growing up in a Muslim and Catholic Christian region that people fear what they do not understand. Case in point: muggles and magic. The followers of the Vatican declared it to be instigated by the Devil and his followers and needed to be eradicated. This was what caused the first witch hunts, which sadly Salazar's younger sister was a victim of. This was removed from all textbooks but he theorized with time muggles would be able to comprehend magic enough to be able to coexist with each other. Fool. We wizards were meant to rule.
"I planted the seed that made him think that he was owed everything. I replanted the seed of the tree of the Blood Purity movement that had died off ten years after the Second World War, and it took root in young Thomas. He had no money and he knew how the Wizgamot worked, thanks to me, and it works by whose vault is the largest. No one would join forces with a half-blood borne of a prostitute squib mother and a no-name muggle father. So he 'killed' himself. One day half-blood Thomas Riddle disappeared and Blood Purist pureblood Lord Voldemort appeared preaching that muggleborn witches and wizards steal their magic from purebloods and that they need to be eliminated. That's right, I created Voldemort. Acting on fear families like Nott, Malfoy, Lestrange, and others flocked to him throwing all their money at him becoming his followers. He gained even more as the previous generation who were classmates with him passed these fears onto their children and the current generation of Death Eaters that you know became part of his fold of Dark sheep.
"Eventually I needed a sacrificial lamb, someone influential who would die, rallying the rest of the Light behind me. I needed a prophecy. So I Imperioused then applicant-for-Professor Trelawny and caused her to create a false, yet still self-fulfilling prophecy. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...' I had two possible families I could use. Both had wives of childbearing age and were young and well liked. The Longbottoms and the Potters."
Harry growled in anger, "You used me and my parents!"
"Of course I did," Dumbledore said jovially. "I implanted the subconscious thought to conceive a child in both sets of parents in mid-October of 1979. I didn't know that your parents were already attempting to have a child, so I augmented it for them to be that your mother needed to be with child by October 31st." Dumbledore stood still for a moment, "I just realized that your parents must have consummated on Halloween. Interesting, that would explain so many things about you concerning 'a power he knows not'."
"I did not need to know when my parents had sex to conceive me. Goddamn it you senile ass, now I can't get the image out of my head. I hope you're happy." (2)
"Well of course I am, without your mother performing her marital duties we wouldn't have you. However you did put a dent in my original plans. You were supposed to die, to be an icon of what innocence was ended because of a homicidal madman. However for whatever reason or another you had survived, from some ritual your mother performed on you by using her life as a catalyst. You killed the Dark Lord by sitting in a soiled diaper while I had wasted more than forty years of planning a Dark Lord's demise of my own design. Strong enough not to be killed or defeated by your ordinary wizard or witch, but weak enough for me to utterly destroy him. You had done the one thing that a millennia of wizards and witches had never done, you had survived the Killing Curse and walked away with only a lightning bolt shaped scar.
"However the demise of your parents opened a new opportunity. A new plan that would span the last fourteen years of your life. You would be set up to kill the Dark Lord, as I knew he had created Horcruxes, and then you would be set up as a sacrifice as you valiantly went forth to defeat the newly resurrected Dark Lord who threatened your friends and newlywed wife Ginny. As you would have consummated your marriage with Ginny and she would be with your child, you would be killed by Voldemort and I would kill him; she and your child would inherit whatever amount you have in your family vaults, after Ron, Molly, and I got our cuts of course. Funny thing is, your so called best friend was so easy to sway even before you two met each other. Then the entire Wizarding World will be mine to control. Who got to keep and learn how to use magic, and who didn't? Who would rule over those filthy muggles? That would be mine to decide. All that stand between me and that goal is you. And how do I do that? By making you weak enough to die but strong enough to tire out Tommy boy."
"But what if, by some stroke of luck, I managed to defeat him once and for all?" Harry asked.
"Well in that case I would say that killing Voldemort had made you go Dark, and then I would end you. Either way, I still win," Dumbledore said smugly. "And now with you being carted off to Azkaban you'll be even more malleable when you return to our glorious country when I 'miraculously' find evidence of your innocence. With the Dementors whittling away at your natural Occulmancy shields, and your sanity, I can implant more and more of what path I wish for you to take to still meet my end game. All I have to do is let Ginny play nurse to the 'poor, mentally tortured by Dementors boy' and have her slip more and more Attraction Potions in your food and drink keyed to her, as for some reason Love Potions make you violently ill."
"When I get out I'm going to bloody kill you!" Harry seethed with rage as he pressed his face against the magic resistant bars. "I'll make you wear your bloody entrails as a necktie!" he spat.
Dumbledore pressed his face against the bars as well, grabbing the magically restrained Harry by collar of his standard issue Azkaban prison jumpsuit. "Don't you get it, boy? I have planned everything in your life so that it ends exactly as I wish it to. I placed you with your magic hating relatives. I made sure that Sirius would be put away in Azkaban, unable to properly take care of you. You were made intentionally into an impressionable, attention seeking, unloved boy. You will become a willing sacrifice for the Greater Good, you will impregnate Ginny Weasley making all your money ours by law, and then you will be able to die and join your mudblood mother whore and your blood traitor father in the 'next great journey'."
In a bout of rage Harry felt an inspired series of words enter his mouth. "Άλμπους Ντάμπλντορ, ορκίζομαι από τον ποταμό Στύγα που θα τελειώσει τη ζωή σας με τον πιο οδυνηρό, ταπεινωτικό τρόπο. Και όταν αρχίζει το βασίλειο του Κυρίου Άδη μπορεί ο ίδιος, και αποκήρυξης των ιδεών του, θα τιμωρήσει κατάλληλα για εγκλήματα κατά της ανθρωπότητας σας και κατά την ευλογημένη της Παναγίας της Εκάτης," (3) Harry said with an angry growl. All of a sudden, they both heard a roar of thunder from the ground.
Both stood staring at each other, regardless of the fact they were both befuddled at what just happened. However Harry felt the urge to kill Dumbledore now in a painful, yet humiliating way. "Well it doesn't matter now what you said," Dumbledore said as he drew his wand, which Harry recognized from the book Tales of Beedle the Bard. Dumbledore held the Elder Wand. Yet Harry felt an attraction to it, like when he had received his wand at Olivanders'. "This nonsense ends now." Dumbledore pointed the Elder Wand at Harry, "Obliviate." Harry's vision filled with white.
[Flashback end] (4)
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"Now do you see what Ron was? A plant to lead you on Dumbledore's planned path," Lily said before she realized something important.
"That damned bastard," Harry growled jumping up and started pacing. "Taking control of my life at every twist and turn." Harry looked at his mother to see the shock and fear on her face. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Harry," she said seriously, her expression stern. "Did you say, 'orkízomai apó ton potamó Stýga'?"
"Yes?" Harry answered nervously. "Why?"
"Harry, you just swore on the Styx," she replied pinching the bridge of her nose.
"And that's a big deal… why?"
"Harry, son, do you know what a Wizard's Oath is?"
Harry thought for a moment before answering, "Isn't that where a wizard or witch swears on their magic and/or life that what they say is true or that they'll do something- oh~."
"Yeah, 'oh'. I see you made the connection. If you don't fulfill the requirements of the oath or break it that oath, your soul will be at the mercy of the gods."
"How would you know? You're just the ghost of my dead mother inside my unconscious mind!"
'Lily' laid her hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry," she said dropping the British accent and switching to an American one. "You're right. I'm not your mother, but I also am your mother."
"But, how?" he confusedly asked. "That makes no sense."
"If you allow me to explain it will make more sense." 'Lily' led Harry back to the couch where they both sat back down. "The story of your birth starts fifteen years ago when your parents were trying for a child, even before the meddling Goat had implanted the idea in their minds. However they found out after four months of trying that Lily couldn't conceive no matter what they did. No matter what fertility potions they both ingested, no matter what positions that old wives tales told them to do, everything. Then the Goat implanted the idea to have a child at the end of October. Your birth parents got desperate. Desperate enough to dig into the 'Dark' tomes of the Black family library and found a fertility ritual that would guarantee pregnancy. When the ritual was completed, they summoned me, a goddess. After a few hours of adult fun time the ritual was done and I transferred your embryo into your mother, and nine months later you were born."
"Wait. That doesn't make any sense. If you slept with my father shouldn't I look more like my father and you and not my mother?"
"Without going into too many details I can take on the form of the woman that a man desires most. As you grew in your mother's womb you have both your mother's and father's blood as well as some of my ichor."
"Does that mean you can-?"
As if reading his mind she replied, "Yes."
"And-?"
"Yes."
"And even-?" Harry cringed at the thought. (5)
"Though I hate to admit it, and would never that that meddling woman's form, yes. Now I need mind bleach." Harry nodded in agreement. "Now Harry I'm going to tell you my real name, however if anyone asks you cannot tell them, not until I claim you at Camp."
"I promise."
"My real name is-." (6)
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Somewhere north of France
{Lowlands Away – Assassin's Creed 4: Black Flag}
Harry had a small smile on his face as he slowly opened his eyes as he listened to what sounded like fifty men singing about lowlands and one singular man about his love, he also noticed the slow rocking and smell of salty spray on the air. He concluded that he was on a boat. He couldn't move well, but he could tell the interior of the ship cabin he was in was elaborate, though looked water damaged. He was happy that he learned who his mother was.
"I didn't expect you to be up so soon, especially after magically exhausting yourself wandlessly," Harry turned his head slowly to the entrance to see the blonde young woman he had seen before he passed out.
"Fleur?" Harry asked, not quite sure if what he was seeing was real.
"Yes, it is me," Fleur replied. She reached over to grab a bowl. Taking a spoonful of the contents, she fed him. He notices that it had the consistency of pudding. "How are you feeling?"
"Weak. Like my legs, arm, and ribs are stiff."
"Well that's not surprising considering what you went through. The magical exhaustion should have knocked you out for a few days at least. As for your legs, arm, and ribs we splinted the first two to ensure that they were set properly and we wrapped up your ribs to minimize movement. When we arrive at the safe house we can get you some potions."
"Oh joy," Harry said dryly. "Horrible tasting concoctions that make you want to vomit them back up. I still remember skele-grow from second year," Harry shivered.
"Trust me when I say French potion masters have overcome that specific issue decades ago," she giggled softly.
"Where are we going exactly?"
"Remember back after you saved me in the maze?" Harry nodded. "Well magic compelled me to assist your rescuers in any way possible to repay the debt. Right now I am assisting them by giving them a place to rest at one of my family's manor houses on the north coast of France. Since your bones are already set all we need to do is get you inside and get some more ambrosia and potions in you so that you'll be fit to travel to the States."
"They'll be taking me to camp, right?"
"That is the safest place for you right now both politically and physically is the camp. While you are inside it you have the protection of the Olympian Council, regardless of the personal opinion of a specific camper. It would be fool's errand for anyone other than demigods, legacies, or specifically blessed mortals to enter the camp lest they incur the wrath of the gods. However when next school year begins you might want to consider going to either a local school or stay year round at the camp. But you have time to consider your options."
"Why are we on an old ship?" Harry asked, stating the elephant in the room.
"Well-."
"Land ahoy, captain!" a man yelled.
"Half-sail, lads! Let's bring her in gently!" the one Harry presumed was the captain shouted to his men.
"Madame Ashley managed to get her hands on a pirate ship in her father's employ," Fleur answered.
"As in Colonial era? Because that's the only thing that would make sense with this craftsmanship," Harry stated.
"Ahoy, lad and lass. We have arrived at our destination," a well-kept zombie man and a much larger darker skinned man walked into the cabin. "My apologies laddie, you didn't get to hear my grand introduction earlier. My name is Edward Kenway, captain of the Jackdaw, and this is my first mate Adewale, we just call him Ade. Isn't that right, Ade?" (7) The first mate only grunted. "Hmm, I suppose he's not too talkative today. A shame really. I see that while you are awake, you can't move. Ade, would you be so kind as to help the young miss carry this lad topside." Harry looked at Adewale with a touch of concern, primarily he had skin coming off in places. "Don't worry none, lad. Ade's been serving with me since Olympus was in jolly ol' London back in the sixteen hundreds."
Adewale helped Harry out of the captain's quarters to see a sheer cliff side with a large manor top just peeking over the hill. Harry could tell that it was already fall as the trees he could see were already starting to change colors and drop their leaves. "The manor is up the path here from the private docks," Fleur stated.
The group of demigod heroes, Harry, Fleur, Kenway, and Ade walked up the winding path that cut through the cliff until they reached the top. What the group saw left them wide eyed. Captain Kenway was whistling and Ade said nothing.
"My, I would have loved to either live in that or pillage it back in my day," Kenway stated.
The path met up with a larger road that lead to a gate with one statue on each side. The first was of Aphrodite and the second was Hephaestus. Fleur explained that one of the children that the godly duo had together would later create a creature that displayed the beauty of her mother while wielding the fires of the forge in their hands, the godling created the first Veela. Aphrodite was still considered the patron of their species and therefore kept them safe from the Hunt.
Harry could see that the manor was three floors with plenty of rooms to spare. Each of the four corners had square dome-like attachments with statues on them as well of varying types. He couldn't see how far back the home extended, but he could tell it was more than large enough. "This manor has been in my family for generations on my father's side. It is only one of our many vacation chateaus we own throughout the world, and as long as we need it, it shall be our safe house. Ashley, Tiffany, James, and Harry, welcome to the Normandy manor of the Delecour family," she stated as the elaborate front door opened.
To be continued.
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And that's a wrap. Now before some specific notices, how about some notes on specific things?
1. Harry just channeled his inner GLaDOS.
2. I got this little quip thanks to an episode of "A million dollars, but..." where one of the conditions was that on your birthday you had to invisibly watch your parents conceive you for however long it took.
3. What did Harry say? Well that's what this note is for. I have both the phonetical pronunciation and the translation:
Álmpous Ntámplntor, orkízomai apó ton potamó Stýga pou tha teleió̱sei ti̱ zo̱í̱ sas me ton pio odyni̱ró, tapeino̱tikó trópo . Kai ótan archízei to vasíleio tou Kyríou Ádi̱ boreí o ídios, kai apokí̱ryxi̱s to̱n ideó̱n tou, tha timo̱rí̱sei katálli̱la gia enklí̱mata katá ti̱s anthro̱póti̱tas sas kai katá ti̱n ev̱logi̱méni̱ ti̱s Panagías ti̱s Ekáti̱s.
Albus Dumbledore, I swear upon the River Styx that I will end your life in the most painful, humiliating way possible. And when you enter the realm of Lord Hades may he, and his Kindly Ones, punish you appropriately for your crimes against humanity and against the blessed of Lady Hecate.
Yay google translate. Unfortunately they don't have a way to translate into ancient Greek so we work with what we got.
4. I do apologize for the horribly long exposition flashback. But now that that's done we now know just how evil Dumbles really is.
5. Two words: Molly Weasley. And now I need mind bleach.
6. Trololol. Gotcha. You'll have to wait just a little bit longer to find out who his godly mother is. But if you do some eliminations you know for sure that A) goddess, duh. B) can turn into whomever she wants to, ok so all of them can do that apparently if the story of Athena and Arachne is anything to go by. Well we'll see if you can figure it out. Try to keep it spoiler-free in the reviews section.
7. I've always loved the story and characters from Assassin's Creed 4: Black Flag. I just threw them in here for a single scene, this is not going to become an AC crossover. Just a guest appearance.
And there we go, all bases covered. Again I apologize for the great amount of exposition in this chapter. I planned on getting to Camp Half-Blood this chapter, but as I'm over 5k words I thought this would be a good stopping point for now. So for next time I'll be tackling getting to the States, Harry's errand, and arrival and claiming at the Camp. Exactly in that order. Now if you do manage to guess who his godly mother is, please keep it out of the reviews as I would like to keep it a surprise for those who don't figure it out before next time.
On to reviews. I had neglected to change a default setting that would allow for anonymous (guest) reviews to be posted for all to see and not just me via notifications in my email inbox. For the love of the gods don't make me regret this. That being said:
m. : I'm glad you approve.
percyjacksonfan135: As you can clearly see, I did continue it :)
As there were only two reviews last time, that's all she wrote for "reply corner". I'll work on a better name for that. So until the next chapter goes up I have to ask you all for a favor and I would like to propose a proposition.
I would like you guys to all tell me what drew you to my story in the reviews, I'm a curious kind of guy. Plus I like to get to know my audience.
The proposition is that as this is going to be a fairly large story in terms of length if this and the previous chapters are anything to go by, I'm going to need OC characters. However before you start throwing every Dick and Jane at me there are some ground rules. First is their name. Second is are they Hecate blessed (witch or wizard) or demigod? If the latter who's their godly parent? Physical description: hair color, eye color, body build, gender, etc. Their personal weapon of choice. Do they have any specific abilities specific to their godly parent? If the former and you go the magical route, what do they excel in? Charms, potions, etc. And also the whole physical description as well. If they have a kind of psychological complex like a Napoleon complex or a hero complex, include that too. Including personalities also helps write who they are, so be sure to include that too.
Now this little "competition" between you guys is for registered site members only as you need to PM these to me with the subject "OC submission". If you aren't a member it only takes a few minutes and you get to take advantage of all the cool tools here on the site like adding and favoriting a story perhaps? *Hint Hint*.
Well then until next time, have a good one.
