Hey there guys, welcome back. So I've got some news, well it's more like JK Rowling has some news. On 9/22/15 she revealed Harry's parentage, like beyond his parents. You can read the entirety up on Pottermore, just search "The Potter Family." I would link it here, but the site doesn't let me outside of my profile *play the Price is Right failure noise, the one with tubas*. Oh well, you deal with the cards you're given.

Long story short though is the Potter family is old, but not part of the "Sacred 28" for reasons of their morality. Hardwin Potter married Iolanthe Perverell, the only Peverell alive. Several Potters served in the Wizengamot like Henry Potter who railed on the wizarding community to assist their muggle counterparts in the Great War (one of the reasons the Potter family is not part of the Sacred 28). Fleamont, Harry's grandfather, married Euphemia and didn't have children until after he retired. Oh yeah, they were loaded. We're talking blueblood types of cash here. And considering that they did have some love of the muggle world would have invested it wisely in both. Fleamont and Euphemia had James, they would see his marriage to Lily and baby Harry before they died of Dragonpox within days of each other, leaving everything to James.

Tl;Dr? Harry's loaded thanks to his old family ties and the money they invested. Since the Black family is similar in ancientness it wouldn't be a shock if they were loaded too, especially since they were primarily Pureblooded.

So what does this mean for this story? Well not much other than the whole being loaded thing. I mean this is AU and this information was brought up AFTER this story started so unless I wanted to go back and edit everything that'd be quite a chore, so I'm just going to go with what I have here as while the names don't line up with cannon, the facts still do.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

'Divine/familiar communication.'

"Lyrics."

[Specific event start/stop]

{Music suggestion}

/Text messages/

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Headmaster's office, Hogwarts. January 1, 2006. Evening.

{"God's Gonna Cut You Down," Johnny Cash}

Dumbledore was known by both his local and personal 'friends' and enemies as an enigmatic man. He had to be considering his grand plan for the entire world. But this was one time where he was out enigma'd. During Christmas he had received a vinyl record that had only one song, said song was playing on his phonograph right now. Right now the song was at the chorus.

"Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down." (1)

Dumbledore knew that there was power in words, especially music as it was heard by all. Words were a powerful thing, especially when told by a skilled orator, but music on the other hand was a completely different beast. You could be the most destitute person, but using the right words with the right rhythm you could ensnare hearts and minds. There were several things that this gift was telling him. First was the fact there was no name on the 'From' section, meaning that the sender wanted to keep their identity hidden. Dumbledore scanned the gift for any harmful curses, he found none. The record only contained one song meaning it was either one of the original recordings, or it was a message. The more he listened to the lyrics, the more he was convinced that it was in fact a message.

The conclusion he drew: this song was a death threat.

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Meanwhile in the Caribbean...

While Dumbledore was pondering who exactly sent him the vinyl death threat, a certain self-proclaimed dogfather sat in the Black family vacation mansion's living room both pleased and saddened at the same time. Pleased because his own godson managed to escape the same prison he himself had been imprisoned, and in record time too. But he was also saddened too as now his godson is now on the lam with an entire Ministry chasing him both physically and attacking his reputation through more smear campaigns. It didn't help that Harry's monster of an uncle had brutally murdered the wife and son and while the Muggle justice system was going about it the right way, the British Ministry of Magic was blaming the poor teen for something he wasn't even around for. If rumor was to be believed, he wasn't even in the same hemisphere. If this was in fact true, then that would have been smart as most magical governments in Europe were begrudgingly searching for him. This was the reason he went into hiding in one of the Black family properties in the Caribbean from the days of early colonialism. It was an old sugar plantation; however, the fields had been sold off to land developers close to a hundred years ago when the fields were no longer financially feasible to run anymore. While the Black family preached about Pureblood beliefs, they also prided themselves on making good investments, hence why the mansion was still owned by them.

Sirius had received papers from both the Daily Prophet as well as the local magical news, which was a magical offshoot of the New York Times. The paper was laughing at the state of the prison where it took three teens a matter of minutes to break in and remove a prisoner from his cell. Sirius knew that someone sent those teens, the question is who? Dumbledore didn't send anyone as school was in session. There also wasn't an Order meeting as he would have been included in it as well. Speaking of the Order of the Phoenix, all of the members were in different states of shock at Harry's escape. Some like Nym and Remus were happy that he got out of that hell hole as they knew he was innocent; others like Molly accused him of being Dark as 'Only a Dark magic user would be able to escape that place.' That instantly rubbed Sirius the wrong way.

In fact, the entire Weasley clan was split right down the middle on Harry's innocence. Molly, Percy, and Ron were straight up convinced that Harry had been 'Dark' since the Chamber of Secrets. Arthur, Charlie, and the twins said that there was no way he could harm anyone intentionally. Bill and Ginny on the other hand were completely neutral as Bill didn't know Harry all that well and Ginny didn't say a word on the matter. In fact, she looked terrified that if she said anything she would be punished by someone or something listening to her every word. Sirius also noticed Ron's behavior too, just something about it rubbed him the wrong way. In fact, it reminded him of a seminar that he took overseas shortly after becoming an Auror on the topic of cults like the one run by Charles Manson and many others. Specifically on how he controlled the people in said cult. He could theorize all he wanted, but without solid proof he could only be cautious.

Another question arose to him, 'Why didn't Dumbledore fight harder to keep Harry out of Azkaban?' Sirius was knocked out of his depressing musings even there was a tapping at the windowsill. He looked over and saw an owl, specifically a white Snowy Owl. He opened the window and said owl hopped onto the counter, on its leg was a letter on modern paper. "Hedwig?" Sirius asked in disbelief. The owl then barked before bobbing its head in an owl-like affirmative. "But how? Didn't the Ministry take you away?" After all that's what happened to his owl. Hedwig just lifted her leg to show the letter once more. "Right, the letter will most likely explain." Sirius opened the letter but there was only two words written in it. "Semper Fidelis," he said aloud. "Always faithful?" His confusion only lasted for a moment before he felt the belly button tugging sensation of a portkey.

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Harry's apartment, New York City. January 1, 2006.

"Alright Dobby, Sirius will be here any minute. Is everything prepared?" Harry asked his house elf assistant.

"Yes, master Harry, sir! Tea is ready, snacks are out, and the blinds are closed," Dobby replied cheerfully. "And the tracking charm removal ward scheme has been activated as well."

"Very good. And Dobby, you know that you don't have to call me 'master', right?"

"Dobby knows, but Dobby can't resist not calling master 'master.'"

Harry sighed before relenting. "Fine. I guess it's just something I'll have to get used to. Did you pick up the new suit yet?"

"Yes, sir. Dobby has it on Master Harry's bed."

"Please put it on."

"B-but Master, are you be freeing me?" Dobby worriedly asked. "Has Dobby been a bad house elf?"

"No, Dobby. I want you to be representing the House of Potter more eloquently, and a pillowcase doesn't do that to be frank," Harry calmly replied. "Consider it a change of wardrobe. The pillowcase you wear now is a physical representation of your enslavement to the Malfoy family, but the ensemble I've prepared for you is the ushering in of a new life for you. Working with House Potter instead of under it."

"Of course Master, right away!" Dobby cheerfully replied before popping away.

Harry himself was dressed quite casually, as this was his godfather and not the Delacours or any other family that he would need to dress up for, in a Camp Half-blood orange hoodie which was glamoured to look like a New York University hoodie and a pair of Boba Fett helmet patterned sleep pants. The more he looked at the lore behind the fictional mercenary race that was the Mandalorians, the more he liked them. They didn't care what planet, what species, what gender you were or your background, they were all welcome to join the Brotherhood of the Mando'a, to become Mando'ade (2), sons and daughters of Mandalore. Camp is sort of the same way, Chiron didn't care where you came from but you were safe in Camp and you forged bonds with your 'not' brothers and sisters (3) and your 'not' cousins. Most demigods were chased from their homes or ran away, they became nomads either because they wanted as to protect their families, or because their families cast them out. To many, Camp was the only place where they belonged.

Harry wad knocked out of his mental musings by the sound of face hitting hardwood floor (4). Harry turned around and saw Sirius looking around confused while sweeping the room with his wand. "Bugger all, stupid portkeys," Sirius muttered before noticing Harry. "Pup?"

Harry waved at him with an amused grin as he wasn't the only one that had issues with magical transportation from time to time (5). "Yes Sirius, it's me," Harry replied.

Sirius embraced Harry in a hug fit for men. "I thought that I had lost you to that hellhole, pup."

"I almost was if it weren't for the intervention of a few people. Why don't we have a seat?" Harry asked after managing to escape. They both took a seat on one of the apartment's comfortable leather chairs. It was then Dobby popped in with his new uniform. He was dressed in a house elf sized jet black fitted three piece Italian suit, complete with the vest, a white collared shirt, a blood red silk tie, a silver tie clip, and shined dress shoes.

He set a tea kettle and cups on the coffee table. "Your tea, Master Harry."

"Ah, thank you Dobby. Let me know when lunch is ready or if anyone calls," he replied.

"And if you be interested the Holiday Bowl is on with the footsball teams of California and Texas Agriculture and Mining playing (6)."

"Thank you, Dobby." Harry took a sip of the perfect temperature tea as Dobby popped away.

Sirius took a moment to process what he just saw. "Wait… that was a house elf?"

"Yes, and?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He was so well dressed." Sirius hadn't seen any house elves that dressed that well. Not even the ones in his home when he was growing up. Even families on the side of the Light who cared about magical creatures like house elves didn't dress them up that spiffily either.

"He bound himself to me when I freed him from his former master, something that was brought to my attention a few months ago, I figured if he now works for House Potter that he needs to represent it as well," Harry explained. "While Hermione's heart was in the right place, house elves need our magic to survive though a symbiotic relationship. Otherwise they become depressed and suicidal, manic, or just die from not having any magic for them to leech off of. In return we get their services." Harry then changed the subject, "However that's not the reason I paid for a voice activated transnational portkey to bring you here on this New Year's Day."

"And that was?" Sirius asked, actually confused.

"To talk about a certain Albus way-too-many-names-and-titles Dumbledore," Harry replied firmly.

"Why talk about the headmaster?" Sirius asked, confused once more.

Harry set his tea cup on the table. "Sirius, you trust me, right?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Would you believe me if I said that the persona that Dumbledore wears is not his true nature?" He could already see Sirius was starting to doubt him. "Tell me, don't you think it is suspicious that you had to rot in Azkaban for over a decade without a trial, and ask it would have taken was the word of the Supreme Mugwump or the Head of the Wizgamot, two titles that Dumbledore has, to free you or even get you a public trial? He knew you from the day you were sorted into Gryffindor and met my parents. He knows your personality, how you think and why you think it, that you wanted another path for the House of Black that was not seeped in the Pureblood ideals that your ancestors held dear. If he knew that you could never betray my father and mother, aside from the fact that you took the Godfather's Oath, wouldn't he had tried to free you?"

"He told me that he couldn't get the support from the Ancient houses to get the votes needed to bring my case into the Wizgamot," Sirius replied, attempting to defend the Leader of the Light.

"That's what he told you, but is that something that you truly believe?" Harry asked, being the skeptic. "I just remembered I forgot to do something. Dobby?" he called.

"Yes Master Harry?" Dobby asked, popping into the room once more.

"Could you please take this parcel to the post office in the Alley? I would've gone myself earlier, but Sirius is now here," Harry said while holding out a yellow envelope that had Hermione's name on it. Sirius could tell there was a square shaped lump slightly smaller than the remote control for Harry's TV sitting on the coffee table (7).

"Of course, Master Harry. I will do it right away!" Dobby replied cheerfully, taking the package and popping away.

"What was in that package?" Sirius asked.

Harry waved him off saying, "It's just a late Christmas present for Hermione I forgot to send." He then returned the conversation where he was originally intended it to go. "Did you ever ask yourself during the entirety of the time I was on trial and was imprisoned why Dumbledore never got me off the hook when we both know that I didn't kill Cedric? Dumbledore has had an eye on me my entire time at Hogwarts as well as my entire childhood. He would have known if I homicidal tendencies developing, now wouldn't he? In fact, during your entire Hogwarts career and afterwards know Dumbledore to take an extreme interest in a student, even if at times it were unwarranted or unneeded?"

Sirius thought to himself and could think of only two people that Dumbledore took an interest in that bordered on unhealthy. "Lucius Malfoy and your father."

"And why would that be?" Harry asked in return. He didn't expect Draco's father to be on the previous people he's watched.

"Well rumor is that Lucius's father was part of Gellert Grindelwald's old guard, however anyone that could have proven that died before it could be confirmed or denied, including Lucius's father. As for your father, well he was the next in line of an ancient house that had accrued a lot of wealth through political marriages and business investments. I always thought that he was brownnosing James, I never did get the reason why he really did."

"What if I told you our illustrious headmaster and Leader of the Light is playing a larger game?" Harry asked before taking another sip of his tea. He could see the doubt in Sirius's eyes. "He has been manipulating the entire wizarding world, at least the European one, long before the war with Grindelwald and the Second World War even started, he's only been in the political sphere since after both those wars ended though. Have you ever wondered why the education standards at Hogwarts are so much lower compared to other magical schools worldwide? Dumbledore's been lowering the standards so that no one can stand against him magically and his master plan. Millions of people have died because of him and his machinations."

Sirius was shocked, as you would imagine. It's not every day when you accuse the Leader of the Light of being evil, or at least a master manipulator that caused millions of deaths. "Are you sure you're not imagining these things? Those Dementors get in your head, they make you think things that aren't really real, see things that aren't there. They mess with your memories," Sirius said speaking from experience.

"I know these aren't delusions, he spoke to me right after my trial. The Yanks have some amazing technological advancements in magic items that make most 'innovations' thought up over in magical England in the last hundred years look like things created at science fair exhibits. Take this, for example." Harry held up a flash drive. "I suspected that you would question whether what I was telling you was real or not, so I went to this place called ReKall, they apparently got the idea from the Schwarzenegger movie Total Recall and that other one Minority Report with the headgear they used, anyway I went and had them do the reverse. I had them record a memory for me instead of playing one. This stick drive contains the video file of my confrontation with Dumbledore after my 'trial.'" Harry then walked over to the Panasonic one hundred and three-inch plasma screen TV and plugged in the flash drive into the USB slot. "Big TV, right?" Harry asked. "It's one of the prototypes from Panasonic that they'll be showing in a few days at this year's Consumer Electronics Expo in Las Vegas, helps when you have a lot of stock in their company, gods bless mum and her incredible foresight." Harry then walked back to his chair and started the file.

Twenty minutes later the file ended and Sirius was aghast while Harry sat with a neutral expression. "I-I can't believe it," Sirius finally said after a few silent minutes, slumping in his seat in defeat. "Dumbledore's a Dark Wizard."

"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't believe it either at first. The question is now, what will you do now?" Harry asked.

"Are you going to stop him?"

"This is a delusional and manipulative man that started the Second World War which killed close to eighty million people and killed several more million magicals; he intends to repeat his actions once more to control the world, of course I am going to stop him."

"But surely you can't do it alone."

Harry suspected what Sirius was going to suggest next. "Of course I'm not doing it alone; what do you think I am crazy? The Goat has close to a hundred years of dueling experience and knowledge, and Apollo only knows what other skills he's been hiding the duration of his lifetime. That's why I'm forming my own army against him, at this point we'll take anyone who will stand against him. And when the time is right, we'll strike."

"Even those who stood or stand with Riddle?"

"At this point, yes. The enemy of my enemy is my ally. You've seen how Dumbledore's manipulated the upper echelons of Pureblood society, and Riddle himself, when the truth gets out they will be vying for vengeance. So Sirius, will you join me?" Harry asked while holding out his hand.

Sirius stood up and grasped Harry's forearm, and Harry returned the grasp on Sirius's forearm. "Regardless of this new evidence, I'd follow you to hell and back," Sirius replied.

Harry genuinely smiled, "Then Sirius, welcome to the Division." Sirius gave him a raised eyebrow. "It's a work in progress," he replied in reference to the name.

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Hogwarts Dining Hall, 7:30am. January 7, 2006.

Hermione sat in the dining hall, which was only sparsely populated at it was still early for most of Hogwarts except for the select few from Slytherin and a good chunk of Hufflepuff, looking over her homework she had finished over the winter holidays, as well as thinking of what her friend told her as well. Her mission was to find allies who would side with Harry and not Voldemort nor Dumbledore should things come to a head. She couldn't trust the Weasleys, especially Ron and his mother, until she vetted them. The Twins she might be able to trust, should they not be under their mother's influence. However, she could think of half a dozen others that all protested Harry's imprisonment, she would start with them first. She knew that Cho Chang would be at a loss for now as she was Cedric's girlfriend at the time, asking her now to join the one that 'killed' her boyfriend would be tactless and counterproductive as she could narc on Hermione.

Susan Bones would be ideal since both she and her aunt were against sending Harry to Azkaban on such shoddy evidence, and Susan did happen to have a crush on Harry, while Hermione hated the idea of using people that way, it would be a last resort if she couldn't get the Bones heiress to join using logic. Harry mentioned that the Greengrass family were old business partners of his family's. The eldest, Daphne, was in their year and was known for her all around coldness towards everyone except her sister. She wondered how she might approach Daphne or her sister. Neville though might be the hardest to approach now, primarily since Ron was now hanging around him every waking moment, not only that but now the headmaster had taken the same unnatural interest in Neville that he did with Harry. If she was to approach him, it would have to be under some sort of pretense out of the range of hearing of the paintings as they directly reported to whomever the headmaster of the school was. Luna on the other hand, as loopy as she was at times, might be the most likely to join Harry without much explanation; Hermione would start with her the first chance she got.

Hermione was knocked out of her planning when a post owl landed in front of her with a shrunken yellow envelope package. She paid the owl with a few strips of bacon and it flew out the window at the apex of the hall. She used the counter charm to the shrinking charm and opened the package. Inside was black Motorola Razr cell phone and a note with only gibberish written on it with 'C-12' written in the corner of the paper. It was then she realized that those two characters were a cipher to the entire document. She spent the next ten minutes deciphering the note which read:

'Hermione,
'Inside is a magically hardened cell phone with texting capabilities that recharges off of ambient magic. Don't worry about minutes as I got the unlimited call and text plan for the year. Keep it hidden as I'm sure that our dear headmaster wouldn't want you making contact with the outside world, let alone me. Text "H" in the address book tonight before bed. Burn this note after reading.
'-H'

She pocketed the phone and quickly incinerated the note with a spell under her breath. Now all she had to do was wait for lights out.

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11pm, Hogwarts 5th year Gryffindor girls' dorms.

Hermione waited until her roommates had fallen asleep before she turned on the cell phone. She herself faked sleeping after 'turning in' early. Once she heard the soft snores of her roommates she covered herself with the bed's comforter to prevent any light leaking out.

/Everyone's asleep,/ she sent and waited for a reply.

/Gud, SITREP?/ Harry replied.

/Why did you spell good wrong? And Sitrep?/

/Its easier to txt shorthand, and situation report./

/I just got back, haven't approached anyone yet./

/Does any1 think uv talkd 2 me?/

Hermione thought about her day. Sure Umbridge was being her unbearable self, but she didn't think that she was exposed. /No./

/Gud. Strt looking 4 people ASAP./

/Any suggestions?/

After Hermione sent her message there wasn't one for a few minutes, but then one arrived. /The walls have ears. Find those who were most vocal against my imprisonment, start with them./

/Like Luna and Susan?/

/Sounds like u have an idea who 2 talk 2 1st./

/I'll talk to them first chance I get./

/Another thing. No lists, no written names, nothing that can tie ppl 2 u should they decide to side w/me and they get caught. Use codenames if needed./

/What should we call you then?/

There was another pause. /There's this game I've been playing, the main character kills his former commanding officer codenamed Boss and is given the new codename Big Boss. Just call me the Boss./

/Really? Using a fictional person's name?/

/However it does fit. While Im the Boss behind the scenes, ur the Face at Hogwarts./

Hermione sighed. /Fine…/

/Listen it's 5 hours diff, I'll let u get 2 sleep. Check phone each night 4 instructions or 2 txt updates./

/Ok. Goodnight Boss./

/GN, Mione./ And with that last message Hermione turned the phone off and hid it under her mattress. It looked like she had a busy time in front of her (8).

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February 13, 2006. Camp Half-Blood.

Harry had been busy for the last month, primarily researching a possible weapon that he could use using his electrokinesis. He had two down as ideas, however he could only really create one of them. The first was the Railgun. Scuttlebutt was that the US military had been researching the idea of this type of weapon which was based off the science of a coilgun since electromagnet railways had come out (9). The other idea came from Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty, the High Frequency Blade. The principle behind it was simple, run an alternating current that would cause the blade to vibrate at high frequencies that would destabilize the object, living or inanimate, letting the blade slip right through it like a hot knife through butter. That current he would provide.

Harry decided on the latter project first as it would take less things to figure out, plus carrying around the correct type of munitions and even a gun in the first place would be cumbersome, something that would leave him open for attack and possibly death if brought along on a quest or outside the Camp, especially if it were a prototype.

The first thing he did was approach the older campers in the Athena cabin for ideas to see if such a weapon would be feasible, based on math and science alone. After getting a series of blueprints rejected he finally got one that was approved. Next he approached Clarisse to study the electrical current running through the spear given to her by Ares. Harry already knew from first-hand experience that the current currently running through it would temporarily paralyze an opponent or monster; however, the current that ran through it was more of an added bonus, not a primary function added towards cutting power. For the inspection of the weapon Harry then had to spar with the girl, which he won by using her anger against her.

The next thing he did was approach the older kids of the Hephaestus cabin to start making prototypes, the first was made of ordinary iron as plain old iron was much less expensive and less wasteful than using Celestial Bronze for an experiment that could fail. In fact, he had a conversation with one of the older kids about that during Arts and Crafts a while back.

[Flashback]

January 10, 2006. Camp Half-Blood.

Harry had spent the last few hours working over a lump of iron that had a vein of copper running from where the grip of the forged sword would be all the way to the eventual tip to transfer the electrical current that he could generate into the sword itself. One of the two older Hephaestus year-rounders that were currently in the forge area named Gaige approached Harry.

"So... why aren't you making your weapon out of Celestial Bronze?" the sixteen-year-old girl asked. Harry turned and saw that she had her relatively short red hair in uneven pigtails. However what really made her stand out was her lack of an arm, or well it was replaced with a robot arm (10).

"Because using a blessed metal on a project that could possibly fail is wasteful when it can be used for something in the meantime that won't be a failure. I want to make sure that my proof of concept works first before I decide to move on to Celestial Bronze."

[End flashback]

[Flashback]

January 27, 2006

Harry stood in the training area that he had asked Chiron to keep clear until his weapon test was complete, plus everyone else was preoccupied with archery or history lessons so it worked out regardless. Harry set the video camera he was going to use to record all his tests. In the testing zone were dummies as well as transfigured target objects of varying hardness. The sword was quite simple in comparison to Yamato. It was pretty much a sharpened piece of metal that was curved and sharpened similarly to the way a traditional katana was. For a hilt there were ergonomic silicon-like parts added and screwed on. There was no need to make it fancy as it was a prototype and not the final form.

Harry hit play on the camera and stepped towards the target area. "Alright, this is test number one of the steel prototype high frequency blade. Using a tatami mat as a baseline test, no current," Harry spoke. Harry then took the steel sword and unsheathed and took it in a two-handed grip. He then swung the razor sharp blade from upwards-left to lower-right, to which the blade cut through with little resistance.

"Test number one: results are a clean cut from the blade, little resistance was felt," he said as he held the severed piece of tatami up to the camera. He then removed the just used target only to replace it with a new tatami mat target. "Test number two, running electrical current through the blade using a tatami mat as a target. Beginning test in three, two, one." Harry then began to summon the electrical current into his palms. As he did he could hear the cackling it made as it escaped the blade, he could even feel it starting to vibrate. Taking a deep breath and swung at the target once more. If he were to compare the difference between the two swings, he could feel SOME resistance on the last swing, but on this one there was no resistance. It was like the blade flowed through the target, as if it were ethereal and not solid.

He sheathed the sword and set it on the weapon bench and then approached the target. When he took a closer look he saw that where the blade's edge had come in contact with were singed. He picked up the upper portion of the target and confirmed that the electrical current he channeled into the blade had in fact burned the tatami mat. "Test number two was a success: there was no resistance at all. Continuing on to other materials." The rest of the afternoon had been spent cutting through various materials with varying levels of success.

[End flashback]

Since Harry figured out the principles behind how a sword like the now not-so-fictional HF blade worked, he was able to move on to the materials. He had to make the prototype weapon into a monster slayer and while iron and steel did something to monsters, they weren't nearly as effective in the way that weapons made of or fired projectiles that were made of Celestial Bronze were. The closest that mortals could get to Celestial Bronze outside of a god or goddess giving them a weapon made of it were weapons made of silver, why else did werewolves stay away from that specific element? 'Superstition maybe,' Harry thought. 'Like how most people relate black cats with bad luck.'

He ran into a separate conundrum with materials, primarily with the properties of the metal in question. What about the so called 'monsters' that existed in the magical world as well? While some creatures existed in multiple cultures, like how mermaids are also sometimes known as sirens; there are some like grindylows that Harry didn't find any reference to in the monster guide in Camp Half-Blood. The goblin made steel of the Sword of Gryffindor is what allowed Harry to kill Slytherin's 'Basilisk' in his second year. How could he be so certain that Celestial Bronze would do the same to creatures like vampires, boggarts, dementors, and the like every time? The solution he came up with: hybridization. Or in metallurgical terms: an alloy.

The first thing he did during this specific endeavor was do his research on alloy metals currently in use and the methods to produce them. When he found little information about anyone attempting what he was going to do he turned first to the scholarly minds of the Athena cabin, asking several rhetorical questions relating to the Silver-Celestial Bronze alloy. One of the other year-round girls theorized that if he were to melt down the appropriate ratio of bronze to silver that it could be possible, highly susceptible to failure, but plausible none the less.

Next Harry had approached Gaige with his idea, she too was a bit skeptical as well, but being the 'mad genius' she was she was willing to risk a chance on it. As Chiron wasn't around since he was on a personal long term assignment or something, that meant that Dionysus aka Mr. D was in charge and while he generally did not care what the year-round campers did, he did care about the blessed metal being used or altered in the way that Harry was suggesting; that being said Harry asked Gaige to keep the project off the books. Again she was willing to help, as while this wasn't her first time recreating a video game weapon for actual use or display purposes, this certainly would be the most interesting as the cutting power would closely emulate Yamato. She in return for assisting him asked to examine Yamato, to which Harry agreed so long as he was in the same room.

In order to pull a 'fast one' on Mr. D they melted down one of the blades broken by one of the Ares cabin members during training, for once the bloodlust of one of less restrained members while inside camp worked in the duo's favor. As this was Harry's custom blade he would have to work on it with and under Mad Genius Gaige. They spent hours each day with each other, unsurprisingly they both started to feel something for the other. Obviously they felt a kind of camaraderie with each other as they were undermining the god of madness and parties on a project that there was a strong chance that he would have denied as the gods tend to think the weapons made of the blessed metal are perfect and infallible. With Chiron there was the possibility of him approving it, as he was bound to know of some supernatural beings that, while dangerous, didn't quite qualify as 'monsters' and therefore Celestial Bronze would not harm them, however that was only a theory for now until he could actually prove such a thing.

'However can comrades become more than just that?' he wondered as the intense heat of the furnace did its job and made the lump of Celestial Bronze-silver alloy, which Harry noted needed an actual name for simplicity's sake, was made malleable once more as the borderline criminal duo made the blade in the traditional method for making a katana as this was his blade.

His thoughts returned to the girl next to him. She was attractive as she definitely had a killer figure, no pun intended, that most both in and outside of camp would probably kill for. Now that he thought about it a lot of the girls today he would consider 'dating age' were unusually beautiful. Not that there weren't some eye catching beauties at Hogwarts, but most of the 'dateable' girls at camp were almost goddess-like, though he had never seen one of the goddesses before so he didn't have much to compare with. He theorized that since gods and goddesses were beautiful people (why else would mortals have one night stands with them?) that their children would be too. However, there must have been something special for the girls in the Hephaestus cabin because no matter how long they stayed in the intense heat and soot of the forge they never had any problems with the ultimate teenage enemy: acne. 'I bet mom has something to do with that,' Harry thought.

Hours passed as the two worked on the experimental blade. He found it extremely interesting how she was the ONLY gunsmith in the entire camp, though there was a legitimate reason for that. While munitions fired from guns hit harder and traveled much farther and faster than arrows for campers outside the Apollo cabin and the members of Artemis's hunters, the rounds were expendable, loud, and had the possibility of jamming if proper maintenance was not performed routinely on the weapon. That was why primarily all her guns that she made that fired rounds made of Celestial Bronze were used by so few campers, maybe one or two besides Gaige herself.

Finally, Harry decided to press his luck. "So Gaige, I was wondering," he said getting the girl's attention. "Would you like to maybe get something to eat with me tomorrow night?"

"Like a date?" she asked in return.

"Not really," he replied a little too quickly. "It'd be more like two friends going out to eat."

She narrowed her eyes. "So like a date then?" she pressed.

Harry wasn't all that subtle over the last few weeks, she had caught him sneaking glances at her several times. Sometimes they lingered on her face and other times they were aimed at her rear and chest, like most hormonal teen boys usually did whether they intended to or not. When they first met he stared at her robot arm a few times, purely curiosity on his end. She knew that she was attractive, as were many girls in camp; she also thought that Harry was attractive as well, while she knew that he was trying to get rid of his English accent she did find it exotic and a little sexy if she was going to be honest.

She continued to stare at him, finally he relented, "Yes, it's a date."

"So where we going? I mean the food here is good, but I assume that you have SOMETHING planned, yes?" Gaige asked.

"You know how I can teleport magically thanks to me and my ancestors being blessed by Hecate, right?" Gaige nodded. "Well I was planning popping on over to the city for dinner."

"Uhh, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean we'd be out in the open for monsters to attack us."

"Well it's not like we'd be going unarmed anyway," Harry replied as he gestured to the dog tag form of Yamato. "Plus if it's anything we can't handle I'll just pop us out of there."

Gaige thought for a moment, a clawed finger from her robot prosthesis tapping against her chin. "So casual or formalwear?"

"Semi-formal, it doesn't have to be super fancy or anything."

"So where are we going?"

"That's a surprise."

XxXxXxX

February 14, 2006. Evening. Manhattan, New York City.

"So HOW did you get us in this place?" Gaige asked with a skeptical raised eyebrow. Though mentally she was quite impressed. Harry was dressed in a sharp black Italian suit with a solid cobalt blue tie. He had his hair gelled down as while his metamorph abilities did help in keeping his normally unruly hair under control, it used some concentration and he'd rather not focus too hard right now. Gaige was dressed in a little black dress she had acquired from Harry's sisters; it was high enough to be considered sexy but still long enough to be worn in a more formal setting. The material hugged her curves and accentuated her chest. Instead of her more skeletal robot arm she replaced it with a fully articulated arm that was reminiscent of the prosthetics in Ghost in the Shell. The scary thing was it looked completely normal, prosthetics made by mortals weren't this good.

"Ah, ah, ah," Harry replied waving his finger. "That's a trade secret." What she didn't know is that one of the diners that had the seats at the table Harry and Gaige were sitting at was an old lover of Aphrodite's, seeing that this was a 'mission of love', hence under her domain, she basically made a trade for the seats. What she traded for them, Harry didn't know as it could have ranged from paying the person to more carnal options.

"Hell's Kitchen though? That takes some serious cash money to afford. Especially during the filming of the TV show."

"You forget that I'm loaded but I don't like to flaunt it-."

"However you own a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R sport bike," Gaige interrupted Harry.

"Hey! I was spending well invested money," Harry tried to defend his purchase.

"That you made though a broker, one whose patron is your mother."

"I pay her quite handsomely if you must ask." That was very true. Harry probably paid Fleur more than brokers usually made, especially since he let her have free roam over the New York penthouse. She had accepted his job offer a week into the new year and moved in immediately. She invested the Black family money as well as the newly reclaimed Potter fortune in the New York Stock Exchange, NASDAQ, London Exchange Group, and the Japan Exchange Group. In other words, she was a day trader. Sirius helped with the Asian market as he didn't sleep well at night anyway all thanks to the extended exposure to Dementors he suffered and the inability to seek mental help from being on the lam, though thanks to a sworn-to-secret magical psychologist he was getting better.

The dinner went along smoothly, at least for the patrons that is. For the chefs on the other hand, there was a reason why this place and the TV show was called 'Hell's Kitchen.' The Blue Team, the team on the other side of the kitchen and dining room, had massively messed up the main course of Crab Rangoon; or well one person had massively screwed it up. "THIS CRAB IS SO UNDERCOOKED I CAN STILL HEAR IT SINGING 'UNDER THE SEA'!" Chef Ramsey screamed.

That made both Harry and Gaige snicker. "That was a good one," Harry said trying and failing to stifle his laughter. "My personal favorite still has to be 'idiot sandwich'."

As the meal went into the dessert phase Gaige noticed Harry looking at her arm again. "So, why are you staring at my arm again?"

"Well… um… would you mind telling me how you lost it?" Harry asked somewhat shyly as this could be a touchy topic.

"I cut it off," she replied calmly and nonchalantly.

"You… what?" The other people at the table were both interested and disgusted at the same time.

"Well years ago in junior high I was building a robot for a science fair that had a grand prize of a thousand dollars for first place. Everything was going fine until my eternal rival Marcy Holloway sabotaged the saw I was using and the saw blade flew off and almost severed my arm complete off." A few of the nearby patrons listening in turned green. "I figured that I was better off without it so I finished cutting it off and passed out from blood loss. I later built a robot arm to replace it after getting out of the hospital. After getting to camp I build a few more prototypes, like the one I'm wearing now that was largely inspired by the series Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex."

"What happened to this Marcy?" Harry asked. "Surely she would have been charged with attempted murder."

"You'd think so, however with 'daddy dearest's' money she was able to get off scot free. While I was out of commission she stole my blueprints for my robot but she was unable to decipher some of the more important coding notes I left in the margins. When she hired some incompetent boobs in her father's employ to code the robot they didn't decipher my code either. When she took it to the science fair and tried to demonstrate it, it literally exploded killing her and injuring others. Her father tried to take me to court however mom is a damned good lawyer and got the suit thrown out because his daughter stole unfinished blueprints."

Harry cast a sound muffling charm that he learned from Lily's journals after all items related to his mother were sent to him after the police cleared out the Dursley residence during the investigation. Apparently the trial was still going on, if Harry weren't a fugitive in Magical Britain and mundane Britain by proxy he definitely would be a witness or in the audience for the trial. There were so many spells that Lily created that Harry would eventually learn as many of them as he could to feel some sort of closeness to his mortal mother that he never really had. He set the charm's boundaries to only surround the two teens.

"I almost lost my arm too. You know what Quidditch is, right?" Harry asked.

Gaige shook her head, "Not really, it sounds like a sport though."

"It is. It's probably the most dangerous mortal created sport known to magical mankind. First you have three hoops that three chasers try to throw a ball called a Quaffle through, all three have point values of ten that are defended by a keeper. Two beaters bat erratic charmed cannonballs called Bludgers towards players while the other team's beaters bat them away from their teammates. Finally, there is a seeker, his or her job is to catch a fast moving, golden, magically charmed flying ball called a Snitch that is worth one hundred and fifty points, which also ends the match. This of course doesn't sound too bad, but add in the fact that all the players are flying on enchanted brooms that fly at close to two hundred miles per hour at heights ranging from a few inches to several dozen yards in the air. While we magic folk are harder to hurt than your average mortal, we are still subject to the laws of gravity and physics. While there weren't any deaths during my three years of Quidditch, I KNOW that there were deaths over the years from other teens because of raging hormones, rivalries, and straight up hate from one blood faction to another that were most likely covered up while Dumbledore has been headmaster of Hogwarts.

"But back to the moment where I almost lost my arm. You see every year, for whatever reason as there are numerous ones, there was always a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. From what one of the upper years said that my first year professor, Quirrell, had only started being employed at Hogwarts the year before and during the summer went on some sort of expedition to Eastern Europe and came back more cowardly than before; it turns out that he was possessed by the wraith of the man, and I do use that word loosely, that murdered my mortal parents. He died from some sort of protection that either Lily or the mistress of Love placed on me. His replacement was a poser named Gilderoy Lockhart, who by now is a well-known fraud who mind wiped the people who actually accomplished the tasks he claimed to do, was hired under more scrupulous circumstances.

"Anyway before the year started there was this house elf named Dobby that decided that he needed to 'save' me, primarily to scare me away from going back to Hogwarts. If I knew what was waiting for me two years later I would have listened and vanished into the mortal world. Anyway, one of his ways of 'saving' me involved gaining control of the Bludgers and sent them after me. I eventually crash landed and one Bludger smashed my arm, breaking it in several places; luckily they were both destroyed before they could do me in by competent professors. Now the school nurse is always at the matches in case of a student getting injured and when she was about to magically heal me up a certain fraud decided to vanish the bones in my arm carelessly, had he been more careless I would be dead and would like very similar to the blob fish. The next few days I went through the hell that is bone regrowing potions, they made me want to rip my arm off," Harry finished just as dessert arrived, and Harry dropped the charm as there was no more to tell.

After dinner passed they had to take a survey, the red team did do a good job after all. As the teenage couple walked towards an alley that would cover the audible popping sound of his Hecate gifted teleportation Harry had an idea. "Hey so I had an idea, what if you made yourself a rocket arm attachment for your robot arm?"

"Why would I want a rocket arm? I mean once it's been fired off I have no arm left to use," Gaige replied. "On the other hand I have a few other ideas I've been working on." With that they walked into the alley and apparated to the boundary of Camp and walked inside. Harry escorted Gaige to her cabin and walked her to the door. "Well that was fun," she said turning to him. "We should do it again sometime." She then leaned forward and kiss him on the lips before heading inside.

Harry stood there for a few moments, stunned at what his date did. "Huh… so that happened," he finally said, grinning a bit while walking back to his cabin, hands in his pants pockets. He had a feeling that his sisters were going to grill him for details the moment he walked through the door.

XxXxXxX

March 9, 2006. Surrey, England. 10:00am GMT.

Vernon Dursley considered himself one of the unluckiest men in the world. How come? Well fifteen years and some months ago his 'freak' of a nephew arrived on their doorstep thanks to that old bearded freak. His life was perfect before the arrival of the 'freak,' he and Petunia just had the perfect son that he named after his deceased elder brother who had died in their childhood from a careless drink driver (11), he figured it was the perfect way to honor his brother who never really got to live his life. Their money was already stretched thin thanks to all the money being spent on baby supplies and the hospital bills, and having a second mouth to feed, a forced mouth to feed at that, was not helping their situation at all.

Petunia was adamant with at least taking care of him until they could line up a visit with an orphanage that could take the little 'freak' in. While he did feel some sympathy for the 'freak' of an infant, losing his parents to some psychopathic murderer, he didn't want any of the freaky mumbo jumbo in his household in the slightest. A week later a meeting was made and the woman took the 'freak' infant off their hands. The next day the 'freak' was brought back by the old, bearded freak and while the old freak had a kindly expression on his face, he looked angry in his eyes. The old freak tried to force the 'freak' child on them again, while Vernon tried to weasel his way out of taking in the freak child by stating that they were not financially capable of taking care of two children. The next week one hundred thousand Pounds appeared in his bank account as well as getting a spontaneous promotion.

He immediately paid off the bills other debts he owed. The rest he splurged on his family. Petunia cared for both children for the next year before the 'freak' turned two and then some years old. It was then Vernon put him to work. Then he discovered that in his bank account he was getting one hundred thousand Pounds yearly deposited in his account along with his salary. It was then on that the 'freak' was put under the stairs to sleep and would work from sun rise to well after the sun set. Vernon and his wife would then punish the 'freak' whenever he did something wrong in the slightest, even burning the toast or asking questions that he shouldn't. Whenever he or Dudley, who he taught was ok to beat and demean the boy, were too 'rough' with the boy the boy would then be thrown into the cupboard and overnight he'd be mysteriously healed as if it never happened, which was a godsend when the boy started mandated schooling.

However, that all changed when the boy turned eleven and they were bombarded by freak letters from the freaks themselves inviting him to their freak school. No matter where they went or hid those blasted birds found them. Eventually the 'freak' was taken in by their freak society. For nine months out of the year for the next four years they were 'freak' free, the off season they would continue as they always did, at least until the murderer godfather of the boy showed up threatening to disembowel them if they did anything to hurt the boy. Then the boy was arrested for murder and they were free from the freakiness. That was the greatest thing to happen to the Dursley household since their little 'Dudders' was born.

Then hell descended once more upon the Dursley household. One day, out of the blue, a beautiful woman pointed out a one Pound coin to him. The next thing he knew, he was brutally murdering his wife and son and he was being arrested by the police and thrown into jail. Where he rotted for the last few months after the police wrapped up their investigation. Today he was on trial for his alleged crimes that he still feebly pled not guilty to. The courthouse was packed as this was one of the few major high profile cases that had taken place in Surrey in the last ten years.

"This is the trial of Surrey versus Dursley for the brutal murder of Dudley Dursley and Petunia Dursley nee Evans as well as the alleged child abuse against one Hadrian Potter. Mr. Dursley, how do you plead?" the judge asked.

"NOT GUILTY!" Vernon shouted.

There was an out roar in the courtroom as everyone in the courtroom knew that he was dead to rights. "ORDER!" the judge shouted, slamming his gavel down. The trial proceeded to show damning evidence presented by the prosecutor Tyrion Lawson (12). Finally, after days of presenting evidence and testimonies from neighbors and acquaintances of both the Dursley family and former schoolmates of Harry, it came time for the jury to decide on the verdict.

"Prosecution, you may make your closing arguments."

"Thank you, your honor," the prosecuting lawyer replied while standing up and walked over to the jury. Vernon finally noticed that the man was missing a hand that was replaced with a prosthetic arm that looked like it had a wolf etched into it. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he addressed. "The man, no more like monster, sitting in the seat across from you has a history of violence. When the police searched his residence the day of his arrest they found dried blood soaked into the wood in the closet under the stairs as well as well as worn bedding as a tattered blanket." Gasps were heard across the jury. "That's right, ladies and gentlemen, SOMEONE was living there, beaten on a regular basis; that boy was Harry Potter. However, that wasn't enough for him once his punching bag vanished, who could either be dead or alive as he didn't attend this trial as a witness, and Mr. Dursley brutally murdered his wife and son after they angered him. While usually I won't speak ill of the dead, but the deceased followed his example and abused an innocent boy, they also deserve justice as well. Do not let this man go free and bring peace to the deceased and the one that they abused. Thank you."

The defense tried to make a compelling argument that Vernon was insane, while police performed numerous tests to confirm his sanity at the request of his publically provided solicitor, as private firms did not want to take on a case that was doomed to fail, proved the opposite. The jury then left and returned in less than an hour.

"Mr. Foreman, has the jury decided on a verdict?" the judge asked and the Bailiff was handed the sheet of paper they used to tally the votes.

"We have, your honor," the foreman replied to the judge. He then turned to Vernon, "We, the jury, find the defendant guilty of all charges brought against him."

"Very well. If the defendant will please stand." Vernon stood reluctantly. "Vernon Dursley, you have been found guilty of two counts of murder as well as the abuse of a minor by a jury of your peers. You are hereby sentenced to life in prison. Court is adjourned!" And with that the judge slammed down his gavel one last time signifying the finality of his fate.

As Vernon was led out of the courtroom by the bailiff the prosecuting attorney turned around to see a long blond haired man in a suit. "Thor," the attorney greeted his fellow Asgardian.

"Tyr," Thor greeted in return. "I see the trial went well."

"Indeed, though I wish I could flay the walrus myself," Tyr replied. "Though given the unwritten laws convicts have written, he may not last long anyway. My guess? Two weeks before he ends up on a reinforced metal slab."

"Is that a wager I hear? One week."

XxXxXxX

March 13, 2006. Camp Half-Blood. Morning.

Harry was having a good week. For whatever reason he felt more chipper than he had been in months, and several people noticed it right when they looked at him. His face was pretty much glowing from the happiness that he exuded. First of all was Mr. D, now while he kept his distance from the campers for personal reasons, he did monitor the mental health of the campers to notify the Council of any threats to Olympus; he noticed the subtle changes in Harry's walking pace as well as other minute details that only a god or a well-trained mortal could spot. Second was Harry's girlfriend, Gaige. She was used to him sneaking kisses since they started 'officially' going out a week or so earlier, but him Frenching her in public while dipping her, like she only assumed happened in movies because there it was so well coordinated, was definitely a change in pace.

The other person that noticed was Luke, the teen with a hidden agenda. Harry had yet to give him an answer on the 'little' plot that he kept quite close to the chest. Sure Luke had approached him many times with an answer, but Harry would retort that without knowing what he was getting into he could not agree. It would be a constant back and forth battle between the two males, Luke would ask and Harry would retort. Of course this went one since day one and had yet to stop.

Regardless to the fact that very few of the camp could see the storm on the horizon that he, if he were a superstitious person, would have found a bad omen; he was in a good mood. Harry sat down in his usual seat and found a newspaper from Surrey on the table that had a sticky note on it that said 'Thought you might want to see this. –Mom :)'. Harry looked at the headline that said 'Local man sentenced to life imprisonment on charges of murder and abuse found dead in cell.'

Harry read through the story and was quite happy. 'Maybe that's why I've felt so happy today? Serves the old bastard right though,' Harry thought. Apparently his 'dear' uncle was shanked in his cell by an inmate when they found out what he was charged with. Oh today was a good day to be Harry.

XxXxXxX

A few hours earlier in the Underworld…

Vernon thought that the government run penitentiary that he was in for a week was hell, but where he arrived immediately after being shanked in his cell made that little ten by eight shared cell look like paradise compared to where he was now. He stood in front of a man in black robes that seemed to have faces embedded in them, and two other faces he knew from when he was alive.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO FREAKS DOING HERE?!" Vernon cried out in both rage and shock. Seeing these two meant either he was hallucinating while he was recovering in the hospital, or he was dead.

"If I were you worm, I would be silent," the intimidating man in black strongly 'suggested'. "You are here to be judged for what you did in life."

"B-but I was judged in court! Where is my solicitor?" he pathetically demanded.

"Silence!" the man commanded. "You are being judged for every infraction that you have committed against the living. The trial is already over as I know your deeds, Vernon Dursley." He then turned to his fellow judges, "Lillian, James, do you have anything to say to this worm before he is sentenced?"

Lily took the opportunity to speak first. "Vernon, I expected better from you, but then again you were always the bully, a pathetic trait you passed on to your son."

"If it were up to me I would carry out your punishment myself, but I would not dirty my hands," James stated.

Silence followed which was broken by the man in black. "I have thought about how I shall punish you, and I think I have the perfect one. You see, my daughter Melanoe can be quite messy, and every spirit that I have sent her to be her maid end up choosing the Fields of Punishment instead, I have no idea why though," he pondered. "Oh sweet daughter!" he shouted.

A moment later a ghostly pale young woman with long raven hair, a Rob Zombie band shirt, black skinny jeans that were ripped fashionably, and skate shoes floated into the courtroom. "Yeah dad?" she asked semi-flippantly while tuning an axe guitar while floating (13).

"You know how I keep asking you to keep your room clean?" Hades asked his daughter.

"To which I then don't do and you 'hire' a ghoul or spirit who then opts for the Fields of Punishment after one day? Then yes, it does ring some bells."

Hades grit his teeth. 'One time I tell her she can't go to a mortal concert, one time, and she becomes like this. Why doesn't she act her age?' he thought to himself despairingly. "Well I have a solution to both our problems. You see, this being in front of you has just been judged according to his actions," he gestured to Vernon. "And I have decided that he will serve as your maid. He will do EVERYTHING you command from here on."

"Oh really?" Melanoe asked with a devilish grin, one that sent shivers and sheer terror down his spine.

"Y-you can't do this!" Vernon pathetically stated.

"Yes, I can. I am Lord of the Dead, and you are in my domain, hence I can do whatever I wish with you. I could use you as a chew toy for Cerberus if I felt like it. I could have you chased by Hellhounds if I felt like it would amuse me, which it may be for the first one or two times before they catch up to you. But no, I have a better job for you. One that your forced your nephew, my descendant, to do. If it weren't for my daughter's impeccable laziness and tendencies to leave her things sitting around you would be receiving an extremely personalized punishment from me."

'Just how bad could she be?' Vernon thought.

"Oh it shouldn't take you that long, perhaps a millennium or two to clean what is already there, assuming I don't add more," Melanoe said with a wry grin. It wouldn't be until less than ten minutes later after Vernon was escorted by guards that everyone in the Underworld was treated to the girlish, though that would be an insult to girls, shrieks of one Vernon Dursley.

XxXxXxX

May 13, 2006. Camp Half-Blood. 7pm EST.

Harry sat on the end of the dock that sat on the currently calm water of the bay with his feet in the water. Things were going well for him. He had pranked Dumbledore with the most obnoxious prank, to which the evil bastard still hadn't solved who pranked him, back on April Fool's Day. For his love life it was pretty good as well. They went on dates almost bi-weekly into the city, but while at camp they worked on projects (more like Gaige using Harry as a beta tester for all her new weapons, to be used by campers or personal projects), sparred against each other, or just generally hung out. Take earlier today for example, they went swimming and Harry could have sworn Gaige grabbed his butt when they made out at first, but had been confirmed when she grabbed one of his hands and placed one on her bikini clad rear. To say he was shocked was an understatement. She was definitely more forward than he had expected, or at least she was after he Frenched her a few months ago spontaneously.

They had also finished the prototype blade and presented it to Mr. D for approval. While he was slightly angered that the two had gone behind his back, he did see reason that some animals and magical monsters may not be considered worthy of being slain by Celestial Bronze and would leave any demigod on a quest defenseless should they encounter such a creature. He gave the blade his stamp of approval and was sure that if he had to explain himself to the rest of the Council that a blade made with the new alloy would give their children a higher chance of keeping their children alive while on quests. Zeus would be the toughest to convince as he was, and is, quite stubborn on matters, especially ones that related to heavenly metals and weapons made of said metal.

'Hmm,' Harry thought. 'Yamato is made of Stygian Iron, and iron is conductive to electricity, I wonder if I can channel my power into it. I guess I'll have to experiment with that later.' Harry had his cell out, waiting for a text from Hermione.

/Harry u there?/ came Hermione's first text.

Harry smiled as it seemed that his corruption of text language had finally gotten to Hermione. /Yep. SITREP?/ he texted back.

/I've started the training, but the others don't get it. Can you call and explain?/

/I can, where r u anyway?/

/In the Room of Requirement./

/Late meeting?/

/Would u just call already?/

/Sheesh, gimme a min./ he replied. Harry then dialed Hermione's number. "Hello?"

"Boss," Hermione replied.

"So what's the problem?"

"I need you to explain Dark and Light magic to the group."

"Ok. Put me on speaker." Harry waited a moment before saying, "Hello everyone." To which he received a greeting as well. "Alright, so Dark and Light magic, touchy subject for a multitude of reasons. Ok so who here can list one Dark spell and one Light spell?"

"The Killing Curse and the Levitation Charm," someone said, their voice slightly muffled by the room.

"Ooh, excellent choices. Alright so let's start with the Killing Curse as we all know it to be the go to spell for a certain Dark Lord. What we're told is that it takes an immense amount of hatred and malice as well as a willingness to murder the person on the other end of your wand. Now for the Levitation charm, it's a universally used charm that allows you to lift heavy objects and move them. Now, what if we were to use the levitation charm to lift something like, say a car, and drop it on an unsuspecting person or someone who's cheating on you. Technically you didn't use a Dark spell, but you also injured or killed the person you dropped that car on.

"Now we have the Killing Curse yet again. Now what if you're at home, minding your own business, you just set your kid down for the night and you're relaxing with your significant other in the living room. Now a scrupulous person breaks into your home and you're left with one option and one option only: to defend your own you must use the Killing Curse to eliminate the threat to your family before he or she can kill you or your loved ones. Tell me which is worse, to kill for no reason or to kill to defend your family?

"The thing is, magic and spells are not black and white, Light and Dark, they are Gray. Our intent is what makes our ACTS good or evil, light or dark. There is a saying, 'Justice is blind,' and it's true, justice is not black and white but it all depends on the circumstances in which the 'crime' is committed. But that also doesn't mean you should kill all willy-nilly either. If you start to feel enjoyment and pleasure in your actions, then you've already lost part of your humanity; so long as you feel some disgust for your actions you retain your humanity. Hopefully this has cleared up some things."

"So Boss, when are we going to strike back?" someone asked.

"We are not ready yet. We need more people to match both the faux Dark Lord's followers as well as the True Dark Lord's sheep filled army. We also need a base of operations, hopefully that's something that will be remedied this summer for those of you graduating this year. We also need more training, me included; even if we have the numbers to defeat both the Goat and Snakeface, they have decades of fighting experience that we don't have as well as a spell arsenal that they've kept secretive. We need our own ace in the hole. They think that anything that isn't magic is useless and inferior, let's prove them wrong."

Harry was then taken off of speaker. "What should we train?" Hermione asked.

"Everything. You know that Purebloods have almost no physical endurance. Use the Room to create dummies to spar with. See if anyone has any experience with any kind of martial arts, or if they can get their hands on any kata manuals. You know that unless you learn wandless magic if you get disarmed you're a sitting duck. If you have time before the year lets out also have the Room create a shooting range with guns that fire paint rounds as we don't want any accidental misfires that'll be impossible to explain to Madam Pomfrey or the Goat without exposing our group. I'll try to figure out over the next few weeks what the group should study and train over the summer and even see if get together during break so that if the Goat or Snakeface makes their move earlier than expected we'll be ready to give them a fight."

Harry said his goodbyes to his friend before hanging up. He then felt two arms snake around him and a chin rest itself on his shoulder. "So… plotting again?" a female voice asked.

"Not plotting Gaige, more like explaining," he replied.

"Come on, they're serving dinner in the Pavilion," she said dragging her boyfriend along.

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June 1, 2006. Camp Half-Blood, Arena.

Blades clashed against one another as a pale blade blade was locked with another blade made of pure Celestial Bronze. "Ready to give up?" a blond haired teen asked his opponent as their blades pushed against each other's. His opponent said nothing in reply but kicked the blond boy's stomach, stunning him for a moment as he staggered back. "That was a cheap shot! Tell him, Mr. D," he shouted to the being in charge of Camp.

"I saw nothing that I haven't seen on countless battlefields before," Mr. D lazily replied before taking a sip of his Diet Coke.

"But it's not honorable! You'd think an Englishman would know something about honor," he said to his opponent.

Said opponent then held his single edged sword in a reverse grip before saying, "Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. Their silence is your answer." He then closed the gap between them, his blade cackling with electricity. The blond raised his blade to defend himself but found his opponent's blade at his throat, the hairs on his body standing on end. "I win," the black haired teen declared calmly.

"Did you now?" the blond replied. It was then the raven haired teen noticed the tip of something poking him in the abdomen.

He looked down and saw what looked to be a Swiss army knife ready to stab him. "It seems we're at a draw. Again."

"I believe we are."

"The match is a tie!" Mr. D declared. "Much my displeasure," he muttered the last part out. The audience groaned, apparently there was a bet going around on who would win, Luke or Harry.

The two left the arena and headed to the locker room where they returned the armor they borrowed for their pre-arranged fight. The next two fighters left the locker room for their fight Luke approached Harry once again.

"You still haven't given me an answer to the question that I asked you the first day you came to Camp," Luke stated. "So what is your answer?"

Harry closed his locker and looked firmly at Luke. "And what would I even get out of it?" he skeptically asked.

"Money and riches."

"In case you forgot, I'm loaded. I have no need for even more money."

"Power beyond what the gods could give you."

"I'm plenty powerful already. I have no need for additional power given to me by your mysterious benefactor."

Harry began to walk away. "I know you're building an army." This made Harry hesitate mid step.

He turned around, "How in Hades did you know that?" he growled. "Who told you?"

Luke had a split faced grin, "Oh, I have my sources. And I listen to some of the rumors around camp. I heard that you're looking for recruits in the mortal world to fight against your enemy who is a mortal who messed with your life, and you want revenge."

"My personal motives behind fighting the old Goat are my own. However, they coincide with the real reason of fighting him," Harry curtly replied.

"I can provide you with an army. One that will slaughter all who stand against you!"

Harry stared at the blond teen with scrutiny. "It seems as though your mouth is writing a check that your bank can't cash. And why are you so fixated on getting me of all people?" he said while closing the distance between them. "You said when I met you that the gods don't care about us. But what about caring about our siblings?"

"They'll join us once they see reason."

"And if they don't?" Harry quickly replied. Luke said nothing in reply, however Harry could guess what the answer would have been. "Senseless violence isn't the answer," he said before leaving the blond teen alone, not allowing Luke to respond.

Harry walked into Cabin 10 and just laid down on his bed and dozed off. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he did know that Selena was sitting next to him. He wasn't a pre-cog nor was he able to sense souls, but he did recognize her voice. "You know, you can't dodge him forever, eventually you're going to have to make a choice sooner or later," she said.

"Personally I want to stay out of this little conflict that he wishes to create."

"To both him and his benefactor there is no neutral or middle ground, you're either with us or against us."

Harry opened his eyes and looked at her. "What about our brothers and sisters, hmm? What about those who will be forced to fight you, regardless of whether they wish to out not? While I do not wish to kill you, I will if it means protecting the rest of us," he replied firmly and coldly.

"But what about our mother and the rest of the gods, they've ignored many demigods who have yet to be claimed who are disgruntled, shouldn't they have to pay for ignoring them?"

Harry then sat up and leaned on his elbow. "While I am peeved at mother, I'm not petty enough to risk revolution against beings much more powerful than we will ever be. I'm not going to risk the lives of those we care about, claimed or not, just for some angsty teen's rebellion whose leader has unresolved daddy issues that he refuses to mend and deal with. Why do you date him anyway, do you really think that you can save him from himself? Or is it something else that is keeping you together?"

"I love him," she simply replied, almost as if rehearsed.

"Oh really? You're dating him, for whatever reasons you had, however you're not married to the emo. You don't have to do what he wants which will most likely burn you in the end." Harry walked towards the door but stopped short of leaving. He turned around and said, "Just think about what I said." And with that he left the cabin. (14)

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June 2, 2006. Camp, middle of the night.

Harry stood watch near the lone pine tree that solely protected the Camp and those within it from the monsters that roamed just outside its borders, just waiting for a demigod or legacy to wander outside the divine barrier, or demigods arriving at Camp for the first time where they most likely did not have weapons to protect themselves. This was why there were watchers on the 'wall' so to speak that worked in shifts, all to keep their potentially new brothers or sisters safe. In fact, the very reason Harry was stationed here this night occurred a dozen or so hours ago.

[Flashback]

Chiron had returned to Camp shortly after four PM, apparently his investigation ended in a dead end where a satyr spoke with concern that there might be a demigod child of one of the Big Three, and from what information that he could get out of Annabeth who was friends with the daughter of Zeus, that being one of Hades, Zeus, or Poseidon's children being born after 1945 was a big deal. The the brothers had sworn in the Styx that they would not have any more children because of their stronger power they received from their fathers, but also because of a vague prophecy that involved their children either destroying Olympus and the current natural order of things or to build it up further.

Harry walked into the Big House where Chiron was waiting for him, as he was summoned. "You wished to see me, sir?" Harry asked.

"Ah yes, Harry. I just wanted to touch base to see how you were doing here at camp as you arrived shortly before I left," Chiron replied.

"That reminds me, how was your trip?" Harry asked, genuinely interested.

"It went well. I learned a few more things than I did before I left." While Harry didn't like that the Trainer of Heroes was being vague, Chiron more than likely had his reasons for doing so. He had hundreds of not a thousand years of experience and the gods would not let someone who would willingly endanger their kids to continue instructing if he did mean them harm. If he did willingly put them in danger inside the camp, he was sure that said person would have been smitten into oblivion in some showy fashion. "But how about you? I hear you've been quite busy with a little project with our resident gunsmith."

"Yes sir, I have. It's a sword, similar to my Yamato in design, made out of an alloy of pure silver and Celestial Bronze."

"That is sure to make some of the Council members a little unhappy. Might I see it?" Chiron asked politely. Harry handed over the blade to the Trainer of Heroes who unsheathed it. "Interesting. The design is very, pardon the pun, Spartan," he noted while admiring the craftsmanship. "And your reason for combining these two metals?"

"My thought was twofold. The first is that I need an alternate blade to use and practice with that won't kill my opponent in a friendly spar if it touches them nor bifurcate them if I push my life force into it like I did to kill that drakon; plus, Yamato tends to take a portion of my stamina out of me if I use any of its properties other than being a sword. The second is that, since I lived in the magical world, there are hostile animals, monsters, and beings that I believe Celestial Bronze would not warrant as worthy enough to be used on it and would therefore put any of us who head out on a quest and encounter these beings in danger."

"So you managed to find a way around the bronze's properties of phasing through mortals by combining it with a mortal metal. Buy why silver? Surely iron or steel would be more sturdy?"

"Werewolves and vampires."

"Ah, well that makes sense," Chiron replied who then sheathed the blade. He handed it back to Harry and then said, "Are you planning on distributing similar weapons to the other campers?"

"With your permission. While I don't get along with everyone at Camp, I would hate for one of ours to get killed when it was preventable. Senseless bloodshed should be prevented whenever possible."

"Indeed," Chiron agreed. "Do you have a name for that blade yet?"

"No, but I'm sure I'll think of something eventually," Harry replied.

"Take your time, good names don't always jump out when you expect them to. Anyway, the other reason I called you here is because we're stepping up security tonight."

"Any reason?"

"I've already alerted the other guard captains of possible increased monster activity tonight along with a satyr bringing a new camper."

Harry then sprung a question that Chiron wasn't expecting, "Is this about the Prophecy?"

"How did you know about that?" he asked in shock. He believed that he kept that under wraps, except for one slip-up years ago. "Annabeth?"

Harry looked a bit sheepish for a moment, "She might have slipped up when I grilled her for information a few months ago."

Chiron sighed. "Well it's of no consequence. I do ask that you keep it to yourself though." Harry then mimed zipping his mouth shut before throwing away the key. "I think things are going to get more interesting this summer."

[End flashback]

Harry sat in one of those canvass folding camp chairs with a set of night vision enhanced binoculars custom made by Gaige that she wanted him to test out. It was specifically designed to handle the magical feedback that all Hecate-blessed radiated. Sitting on his lap, currently 'safe,' was a rifle, also made by Gaige, that she wanted Harry to test out on real monsters. She called it 'Stillpiercer.' It primarily looked like a wrapped up Barrett sniper rifle with an internally suppressed barrel; while it was by no means silent, it wasn't ear shatteringly loud. It was currently loaded with five .338 Lapua rounds made out of Celestial Bronze.

It was interesting, sitting next to the pine tree. When he was close to it the tree felt as though it were alive. Not in the sense that it was a plant and therefore alive, but in the sense of that it was sentient, or something out someone inside it was. 'Is there a possibility that Zeus's daughter is still alive in a way?' Harry asked himself.

Harry was knocked out of his musings when he spotted an explosion in the distance. "Well, it looks as though things are about to get exciting," Harry commented to himself as he stepped just a few feet beyond the barrier.

He aimed down the scope after turning on the thermal scope. He saw the blobs running from several white-hot blobs and one trailing massive blob that seemed to have horns. 'Interesting indeed,' he thought. He set up the rifle's bipod and laid down prone on the ground, then he steadied his breathing as he aimed at the closest white-hot quadruped blob to the trio, like Gaige had taught him, and exhaled slowly as he pulled the trigger. With a suppressed bang the Celestial Bronze sniper round made its new home inside the blob that yelped in surprise like a canine as the supernatural thunderstorm covered up the sound the rifle made. 'Hellhounds? What in the Immortals' names did this kid do to tick off Hades?'

Harry lined up his scope with the second Hellhound and placed a round in the side of the hound, striking its heart, assuming it had some analogue of one that is; it too exploded into dust. It was then the final Hellhound turned its attention from the approaching demigods (15) and satyr to Harry, as he was providing over watch for them. The figure that Harry assumed was a minotaur continued to chase after the trio still approaching Camp.

The Hellhound made a mad dash towards Harry. He tried to get a bead on the hound as it zipped between trees to avoid being killed swiftly and accurately. It got close enough where an extreme range weapon would be ineffective and Harry clicked the safety back on, stood up, and readied Yamato as it finished shifting from dog tag to blade. As he held the blade black mist flowed off of it as the sheath disappeared from it, revealing the powerful weapon. The hound leapt at him and Harry shifted one leg back before slashing upwards as the hound was about to pounce on him. The bisected remains of the Hellhound landed just beyond the barrier in two profile halves before exploding into golden dust like the other two before it.

Harry quickly picked up his rifle once more and searched for the minotaur that was chasing after that trio. He looked back towards main entrance with the thermal scope turned off and saw that the minotaur had one of the three people in its grasp. The woman, whom Harry assumed was not a demigod, was yelling about going inside the camp without her; the boy argued that he would not leave her behind, and the third member of their party was out cold. He aimed at the minotaur and aimed at the bicep of the minotaur so it'd release the woman so they could all escape. Without the lightning from earlier covering his shots there was a resounding shot that echoed through the surrounding forest. The minotaur immediately flung the woman back as the bronze round entered its shoulder.

She flew back towards a tree branch that was about to impale her, however she vanished into gold light before the branch could touch her. 'Interesting. Mortals don't die like that, unless they were a monster all along,' Harry thought. He looked down using the scope and saw no spoil as you would normally see with a monster being killed, as there were four canine teeth sitting in two separate piles where the bisected portions of the Hellhound's jaws sat before it exploded into dust. However, the moment that she disappeared seemed suspicious. 'Or something else is going on.'

Harry then looked at the younger teen and saw that he intended to bullfight the minotaur. "That has to be one of the stupidest things I've ever seen anyone do," Harry said in disbelief. The beast then charged the boy. Harry raised his rifle to fire at the minotaur once more, however before he could pull the trigger the boy leapt up into his line of sight, kicked the beast's head, and landed on its neck. The minotaur then slammed the boy into a tree to get him off his back, Harry grimaced as that had to hurt. The next few minutes were filled with some of the best amateur bull riding that Harry had seen as the boy managed to hold on for dear life as he grabbed the minotaur's horns.

The satyr on the ground got the minotaur's attention and prepared to charge him, however the satyr's death was not in the cards as the boy did something that would genuinely impress an Ares cabin member, he tore off one of the horns. He was then thrown off the beast as the minotaur flailed in pain. It looked as though the boy was finished as he landed hard and looked quite out of it. Harry prepared to fire and end it, however the boy rolled to the side and jabbed the torn off horn into the minotaur's side, under the rib cage, and into its heart. The monster roared in pain and flailed in agony as it tried to get its own horn loose from its chest. Finally, it disintegrated like the three Hellhounds that Harry killed earlier.

The teen cried out for his mother as he wandered inside the barrier, dragging the satyr behind him. Harry followed the boy, rifle cradled in his arms, as he limped right on up to the Big House. The boy then collapsed on the porch staring at the ceiling fan while barely conscious, talk about an adrenaline crash. "MEDIC!" Harry shouted loud enough to wake up Chiron and one other camper immediately while a few other made their way over to the Big House.

Annabeth knelt over the boy saying, "He's the one, he must be." As Chiron also saw the boy, seeing his eyes, while glassy, were still open.

"Silence, Annabeth. He's still conscious. Bring him inside," Chiron said.

As Annabeth and a member of the Apollo cabin took the boy to the medical tents Harry approached Chiron. "You were right about one thing, sir. Things have certainly become more interesting," Harry said.

"Indeed," he stated looking at the boy being taken away. "Any problems?"

"Three Hellhounds were chasing them, I killed those. The boy killed the bull-man with its own horn. His mother didn't make it, she disappeared in a golden light."

"A golden light? Are you certain?" Chiron asked worriedly.

"Yes, a golden light."

"This summer will be most interesting indeed."

To be continued…

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Hey and would you look at that, Sirius joins Harry in his quest to eliminate Dumbles and his evilness.

1. Obviously that song does not belong to me, but damn is Johnny Cash one hell of an entertainer or what?

2. Mando'ade according to the online dictionary created by fans does mean "sons and daughters of Mandalore."

3. "Not" brothers, sisters, and cousins? Well if you still haven't had your high school (or secondary school for my readers outside the US) while each member of each cabin is a brother, sister, or cousin to one another through their godly parents (with the exception of twins or other relations through their mortal parent), are not related through genetics as gods soon don't have DNA. So while they are technically related they aren't actually related so if, for example, a son of Apollo and a daughter of Apollo who had never met each other hooked up, got married, and had a kid there wouldn't be anything wrong with the kid since both mother and father don't share any alleles to cause want genetic mutations that are found in children born from incest. But again, this is using Riodoran's logic that exists in his works. Plus, it would explain why Zeus is able to fool around with his great-granddaughter and Heracles/Hercules came out just fine physically and mostly mentally, regardless to the fact that he's an a-hole and Hera made him murder his wife and children in a fit of insanity. When you think about it, it makes sense why he would prefer going by Hercules and not Heracles.

4. When you have a brother who can have seizures randomly because of flash fevers, you tend to be quite familiar with what the sound of face hitting different kinds of floors sounds like.

5. "Sirius having problems with magical travel? Ermergerd, must flame!" Hold thine flames, how would you react after being surprise picked up and dropped somewhere? I'll give you a few seconds. Exactly. It's one thing if you expect the object you're holding to be a portkey like how the Weasleys and Diggory's reacted during the portkey scene during the Goblet of Fire, it's another when you have no idea that the object you're holding is in fact one.

6. The non-BCS bowl game, the Holiday Bowl, played on January 1, 2006, was played by California and Texas A&M where California won 45-10.

7. Thanks to Lily, Sirius knows what most basic electronics are and what they do. Lily would have wanted home to reflect both her new blood injected into the house of Potter through Harry and the history that James's house would have also brought to their family, something that James would have approved of, at least in this universe; assuming of course they managed to stay out of Dumbles' manipulations and evil plots.

8. I swear the only time you'll see such horrible English as this is ONLY when I write transcripted text messages.

9. Fun fact, the first weaponized Railgun is supposed to be deployed on a US Navy ship sometime next year for going through the proving grounds. Imagine a slug the size of a .50 caliber round slamming into steel plates at Mach 7 and it leaves a hole in most of the plates the size of a baseball. Ouch. According to the treasure trove that is Wikipedia, official testing of this weapon type started in 2008 at the Naval Surface Warfare Center.

10. Yep so I am going to borrow Gaige from Borderlands 2 that'll appear from time to time. Please note that while I'm using her appearance and some of her backstory from the game, her personality will be leaning more so towards an OC.

11. Dudley being named after his deceased uncle? I did some research and found that on the HP wiki Vernon had no siblings other than his sister. In my family it's considered tradition to give your firstborn son or daughter either the first name of the father or mother as their middle name. As I was unable to find names for Vernon's parents I went this route for the naming of Dudley. It's sort of tragic really.

12. See what I did there? Didya, didya? Nope? Tyr, Norse god of justice. Well both Aphrodite and Thor wanted to make sure that Vernon didn't get off, what's better than rigging the prosecution in your favor (in real life that's illegal, don't do it)?

13. There's this story that I've been reading called "Consul of the Underworld: The Game Begins" by Engineer4Ever (story id: 11309061) where, based on the description of the attitudes and physical description at times, I have likened Melanoe to the character Marceline from Adventure Time. Also the aforementioned story is pretty good, go check it out if you haven't already read it.

14. The conversation that Harry goes through is based off of a conversation that I had with my father concerning my girlfriend at the time. You see she has issues that she needs to work through, that I will only vaguely mention as to keep her anonymous, however they impede her life on a daily basis and at times needs extra help to work through them. Now the whole thing was that since I'm not married to her, I don't have to put up with her if it feels like it'll stall the relationship. Am I saying that she was a hindrance? No. However, living with a person who has a mental illness is EXTREMELY stressful on the spouse and causes many marriages to fail unfortunately. The point that Harry is trying to get across to Selena is that she is only going out with Luke and is not married to him, therefore she is not obliged to follow him if their personal morals do not match, or something like that (I'm writing this specific note at 2am).

15. "Hold on a second!" I hear you saying. "Percy was the only demigod to come to Camp that night." Indeed, he was. Harry is assuming, at the time, that Percy and his mom are demigods as he has no idea who they are at the time.

Why do I keep talking about this sword? Why is it so important? I mentioned in my NCIS crossover that I try to not write fluff for the sake of fluff, but foreshadowing or even hinting at future events that have yet to take place, or just explaining things so that things are solidly in place rather than having points that people can poke holes into. I'd rather have some back story now then have to make up some BS story on why something is the way it is. Trust me, it saves a lot of headaches if I have established content now.

Also I have been asked "Will I be involving the other pantheons at some point in the future?" Well the answer to that is a resounding yes. Allow me to explain. As you know both the Roman and Greek gods exist as different entities, like someone with multiple personality syndrome. As I haven't read the Kane Chronicles (though I probably should sometime) I can't say whether it also exists in the Riodoran-verse or not. HOWEVER, we do know that the new Riodoran book "Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard" DOES exist in the same universe as PJO as Magnus is ANNABETH'S COUSIN. The following point is that with the Titans and eventually the Giants and Primordials rising again that'll make a huge splash in the supernatural world, primarily the other pantheons. Ones I'm considering either mentioning or including as a part of this story are the Asgard (well I already have Thor and all them so this was pretty obvious), the Egyptian gods, the Chinese gods, and possibly the Japanese and Aztec gods. Note that this isn't confirmed yet, but once it is, I'll let you know as you are my readers and you hold a stake in reading this.

Alright so I'd like to take a few minutes of your time and explain how firearms fit into this specific offshoot of the Riodoran universe when involving demigods. Like I stated in the chapter firearms are more powerful than bows and arrows primarily because of the term in gun physics called "stopping power". Just go to YouTube and look up ballistics videos of bullets hitting ballistic gel, you'll see what I mean. Arrows fly and penetrate pretty well, with enough power they can slice through their targets as well. Bullets on the other hand deform on impact deforming the round causing more damage to the target. However unlike bullets, arrows can be recovered to be used again later; most times with bullets you, assuming you can find the expended round, have to melt them down and recast them and reset them before you can even use them. Then there's maintenance of the weapon and knowing it intimately to know when something needs to be replaced. Bows on the other hand need much less maintenance than firearms do, hence why it'd be easier for teens to use and take care of. This is one of the primary reasons that Gaige is one of the only gunsmiths in this current generation's demigods. To make a comparison, the usage and training in camp to use firearms is like an elective in high school and college, you don't have to take it unless you want to. So in other words, there will be some campers that are proficient in firearms usage; Harry is by no means a marksman the level of a Marine Scout Sniper is (as their motto is "one shot, one kill"), however it is a decent shot with a rifle.

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Omake: Behold the Power!

October 10, 2005. Camp Half-Blood.

Harry had thought of the ultimate prank, one that would usurp one of the Stoll twins' pranks, one that Sirius would love. Normally he suppressed the Charmspeak gift his mother gave him, as he would like people to do things for him based on merit, not a vocal compulsion, but this time he made an exception for the plan. He stood up on the roof of Cabin 10 with a megaphone and took a deep breath before yelling, "EVERYBODY DO THE FLOP!"

Every camper, nymph, satyr, and every other being of cognitive thought within earshot instantly stopped what they were doing before falling on their faces creating a resounding thud that echoed. When Harry looked down he saw a certain wine god looking neutral faced, but he could tell that the god was probably none too happy right now.

"Ok, you have to admit that was pretty funny," Harry commented in his defense.

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Omake: What's His Name Again?

April 1, 2006. Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore walked into his office after breakfast to find something he did not expect on his desk: a banana. Now normally this would not be an issue as he'd had breakfast in his office in the past when he was busy creating bills to get through the Wizengamot once he had complete control or when he felt like the students and other professors didn't deserve his presence, but as he had already eaten this was quite the oddity. What made it odder was when it started ringing like a phone. He picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

Music started to play in the background before a voice asked, "I just have one question for you, are you ready?"

"Am I ready for what? Who is this?"

"Are you ready for this Sunday night when WWE champ John Cena defends his title in the WWE su-su-super slam? Right now you can pre-order this awesome pay-per-view event for just fifty-nine ninety-nine."

"I'm sorry what? I'm not interested," Dumbledore said before placing the banana back on his desk, confused at the conversation. The banana started ringing again a few minutes later. "Hello?" he asked when picking it up again.

"And good bye to anyone standing in John Cena's way," the music started again, "as he takes six men in a steel cage chutes and ladders match in the WWE su-su-super slam! Order now and take ten dollars, for the low, low price of forty-nine ninety-nine."

"You just called me and I mentioned that I'm not interested in this wrestling thing. Good bye." He hung up, but the banana rang once again, "Hello?"

"Hello can I speak to champ?"

"Who?"

"Champ, is champ there?"

"Who is champ?" Dumbledore asked.

"That question will be answered this Sunday night!" the music started yet again. This exchange went on for hours before Dumbledore threw the banana out the window.

"What kind of person would create such an annoying device?" the old goat asked.

Meanwhile back in the United States Harry sneezed. "Huh, it seems as though someone's talking about me," he stated before going back to sleep.

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And there we go, again. If you didn't recognize it, that first omake was a reference to the Asdfmovie and the second to the infamously hilarious John Cena phone prank. I don't know if I forgot anything, but if I did, let me know. This also extends to spelling or grammatical mistakes (I'd prefer if you told me in PM form) but let me know and I'll fix them. I have 90 days from the day of posting before the document online deletes itself and the chapter is permanent.

Next time: Harry gets his quest and starts the prep work for said quest.