Phenomenal Cosmic Powers! (Itty, Bitty Living Space!) A Harry Potter/Percy Jackson and the Olympians Crossover Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to Rick Riordan. I do not own any other crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Harry always felt like an outsider. The one nobody wanted to be friends with. Only good for one thing: being The Boy-Who-Lived. Well, now, it's time they all know who and what he is: as a wise man once said: Hail to the King, baby!
Author's Note: So, I imagine this one might turn more than a few heads, if not because of how it's basically taking a flamethrower to canon PJO, as well as most HP plot points. I also know there are going to be some of you turned off this idea because of one thing or another – mostly the pairing idea I have…well, pairing is probably the wrong word, but anyway…
As always, you know what I say and if you can't listen to it, that's your problem;
Still…altogether now!
If you don't like it, DON'T READ IT!
Recommended Reads: Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Worthy of Magic by Raul Fictitious, Dark Lord Potter and Damaged Raven by JustBored21, Harry Potter: The Apex God by spartankiller117, The Darkening Of Your Soul and The Necromancer by MaeglinYedi, Harry Potter & the Olympians: Tides of War by VinCredable, Angry, Overpowered Harry Potter by TomHRichardson, His Loyal Pet by Just a Lonely Lorekeeper, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch and The Hollow Prince by FirstSilverKing
Key Pairing: Evil Harry/Harem (Males AND Females)
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: No, That's Not True! That's Impossible!
Darkness.
That was the first thing Harry was aware of.
It was dark.
It was cold.
And he was…well, to be honest, he was actually pretty damn comfortable.
Cosmic
Given the fact that the last thing he could remember was curling up on his piss-poor excuse for a comfortable bed in Number Four, dreading the next morning – thanks to the last-minute revelation from Uncle Vernon, which announced that the lovely Marjorie Dursley would be their houseguest for the next few days – and the fact that Harry's body was still recovering from the Dursleys' homecoming gift – a week-long beating frenzy because of how Vernon had been laid up after falling out of the window when he tried to stop Harry escaping the year before, but obviously, this was Harry's fault – comfort wasn't really something that Harry could say he was familiar with in Number Four.
Even less so, with how his bedroom had been outfitted with everything he wouldn't need to survive the summer – like, say, windows that absorbed the heat and trapped it in the room, making Harry's bedroom feel more like a furnace, as well as a new bed that had more bugs in it than a plague, not to mention the brand-new locks on the outside of said door, and the metal-framed window – Harry was sure comfort wasn't even existent in the middle of what he'd recently begun dubbing Durzkaban.
Worse than that, he couldn't even send Hedwig out for help as, thanks to his loving family's latest bout of delusions, his owl had been locked up, without food or water – and the same for Harry himself – until, finally, the heat, hunger and exhaustion had killed Hedwig.
But Harry was meant to survive, apparently, if only so he could serve the Dursleys' whims, along with the Alcohol-filled zeppelin they called Aunt.
So, when comfort greeted him like an old friend, pushing its way through the darkness, Harry was, understandably, suspicious.
Cosmic
Opening his eyes, the young teenager found himself lying on a very cosy bed, the likes of which even put his bed in Gryffindor Tower to shame.
There was even a very big plate of food, as well as a second plate piled high with sweets and several large pitchers of drinks, all of which might as well have been screaming at Harry eat me, drink me, with how temptingly-delicious and satisfying they looked.
"Oh," moaned Harry, nodding to himself as realisation suddenly struck him, "I get it now: I'm dreaming! Either that or I'm dead and this is Hell's idea of a joke."
'OR…'
Suddenly, Harry jumped about a mile off of the bed when he heard a very deep, very powerful and very real voice resonating through the unknown room-slash-chamber-slash-realm he suddenly found himself in. As he landed on the bed again, Harry heard a soft, but still deep laugh echo around him, before the strange voice continued in a slightly-softer tone of voice.
'Sorry about that, Harry; I knew it was the only thing that might get your attention…now, as I was saying…those are feasible options, but there's a third: OR this is a crossing point in your life, where your only hope for salvation lies in the great, celestial powers lurking deep inside of you. Powers, my young friend, which are now, and, if it is what you desire, can be yours to command.'
"If you're talking about magic, you're kind of too late with that surprise," drawled Harry, earning another amused chuckle from the unseen speaker.
'Oh, I do not speak of just Magic, Harry,' argued the male voice, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry. 'No, I am talking about a much deeper, much more powerful source of command over All That Is, All That Was, and All That Could Be or Should Be! A power that has been inside of you, ever since you were born and, indeed, even before then, when you were but a small foetus growing inside the belly of dear, sweet, Lily Potter.'
"Don't you dare try and use her against me!" snarled Harry suddenly, earning a soft hum from the speaker while Harry growled, "Believe me, whoever the fuck you are; if there's one thing I've come to hate, it's people using my parents against me! I've had it up to here with the likes of Snape and his pathetic sheep-minded Snakes, then there's everyone who thinks, just because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, I have to be what they think and, if they don't like it, they…"
'They claim your family would be disappointed, use them and speak of them, as if they know them, and that makes you angry,' said the voice, earning a surprised look from Harry before he nodded slowly.
"Well…uh…yeah, actually; that…that's exactly it."
'Then I apologise, Harry,' said the voice, earning another surprised look from Harry, 'You see, as unusual as this may sound, this is not the life you were meant to live. Nor is it the power, ability, nor status you were supposed to wield: for you see, Harry, deep inside of you is, as I said before, a great and all-consuming Power. But, more than that, my boy: what lies…no…what slumbers inside of you is not just a power…it is the power…the power of Kings and Princes…of Gods and Immortals…a power, Harry, which, if it is what you desire, can and will make others notice you…and bow down, as they worship you and call you their Lord, their Master…and their God!'
"Don't they already do that?" asked Harry, earning a chuckle from the unseen speaker.
'I suppose…but this, with the power inside of you…this is more than that…or it can be, if it is what you wish.'
As Harry frowned in response, he looked around the strange, limbo-like area before he asked, "It's all right and good saying all this when I can't even see you…whoever you are, so why not tell me this? Who, exactly, are you, and how do you know this much about me?"
'How can I not, Harry?' asked the voice, earning a curious look from Harry, before his eyes widened with the voice's next words.
'I am Chaos, the All and Nothing, and…I…Am Your Father!'
A great rush of fear, disbelief and even rage suddenly burned inside of Harry as he shook his head before, much like another who'd heard those words, he snarled in a dangerous tone.
"No…that's not true…THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"
'Search your feelings, you know it to be true,' replied the voice of Chaos, earning another dumbfounded look from Harry, before Chaos actually coughed, as though he was clearing his throat, before he went on.
'Sorry, I was having a bit of a moment there, Harry, but the point still stands: I am your Father, both as myself and as the so-called miracle child that was known as James Potter, son of Charles and Dorea, Grandson of Fleamont and Euphemia, Husband of Lily and Father of Harry. However, the truth of the matter is that this miracle was never anything, but; for you see, Harry, long before I even gave you to your Mother through our marriage and relationships, I had chosen you…and your power…'
"For…for what?"
'To seize your rightful place, as Lord of the Universe,' replied Chaos, earning a surprised look from Harry, which turned into one of pure speculation as Chaos continued, 'You see, my Son, for many…many long centuries, even millennia, the Powers That Be, known to mortals as Gods and Goddesses, have squandered their powers, their potential and, yes, even their right to rule. Fear, paranoia and ego have become the norm for them, right down to the point where they even forsake, abandon and, in a nutshell, even neglect and forget their own children. In doing so, the wrong and the unworthy have seized the so-called brass ring, while those who are worthy of ruling are belittled, cast out and turned into the stuff of evils, nightmares and false tales. And, for many long centuries, I have watched this travesty take hold of the domain I had soguht to bestow unto a worthy successor…and now, in my ire and in a rather humorous joke on those Powers that my human self may find deliciously-perfect and Master-level-prank worthy, I have decided that, if their egos will not allow a worthy heir to rise and claim his birthright, I must do it for them…'
Suddenly, Harry shivered as he felt a veil of warmth, mixed with hope and pride, wrapping around him as Chaos continued in a softer voice.
'And so, unto them, and the world of Man, I have chosen…YOU, Harry James Potter, the SON of CHAOS, Heir of the Divines and the rightful Crown Prince of Olympus and the Power of Gods!'
"And…and you…you were my…my human Dad, were you?"
'I was.'
"But now you're…what? A disembodied voice in my head?"
'Not exactly,' replied Chaos, earning a curious look from Harry as the First Lord went on. 'You see, Harry, I was neither born, nor can I die; instead, I exist in the World Betwixt-And-Between Worlds…the Veil that separates Life from Death…the place where All and Nothing are one and the same. You may call it The Void…or the Abyss…but, whatever its title, this is my dominion…and all that truly remains of my once-omnipotent powers. From me, entire realms, and the powers that govern them, have been born, conquered, usurped, bastardised and destroyed. And now, at what feels like the End Times, my Creation is threatened once again…but you, my Son, can and do possess the might and power to save it!'
"And what if I don't want to?" asked Harry defiantly, actually shrugging off whatever veil he'd felt before, while his eyes burned as he asked, "What if I'd rather use whatever great power you've given me for my own benefit? Hell, you say I'm basically the son of a God…"
'Oh, so much more than a mere God, my Son.'
"Fine, whatever," scoffed Harry, leaving the comfortable bed he'd woken up on as he added, "But what's stopping me from using this power you say I have for me and not for whatever BS you say I've been chosen for? I mean, you just said you chose me, and yet, Dad, you abandon me as easily as the so-called Gods did. So why should I do anything for you?"
'You shouldn't.'
The simple fact that Chaos had put it so bluntly caught Harry off-guard, though not as much as the divine's next words.
'Harry, I confess: I wish, so much, I could have given you the keys to your divine power before now, but I could not. Many things, including the aftershocks of my mortal self's destruction, prevented me from doing this. However, now, when your mind and body are on the very cusp of manhood, when your power is supposed to elevate to its rightful place, I find myself given the chance…after this…you are free to do anything you desire. If you would rather use this power to live a life of luxury as a human…albeit one with the power of Gods…no-one can stop you…if you decide to use it for good…or for ill…no-one can stop you. You can make mountains into molehills, literally, and vice-versa; you can turn desolate deserts into flourishing orchards rich with fruit and flowers, or burn whole oceans, freeze the Sun itself, turn night into day with but a snap of your fingers…Harry, if it is really, truly, what you will, then you can even have me…or rather, James, and Lily back again…and no, Son: this is not like it was with Tom Riddle. I say you can have your family back…you can! The whole of Creation, and all that implies, is yours to do with as you wish…'
As Harry fell back onto the bed again, Chaos' strange veil-like presence seemed to hold him in its embrace as Chaos continued.
'I can only give you the tools: it is your decision how you use them and for what purposes…therefore, my Son…if it is what you desire, then here, I shall leave you…when you awaken, you will be imbued with all your divine powers…and, even better, you shall be completely invisible to any who would abuse your power or claim dominion over them…both God and Mortal alike…'
A look of awe crossed Harry's face as he heard this, while Chaos went on with his final words.
'When you are ready, if you so choose to do it, you will find more information and the ones who will gladly worship you and call you their King at a place in the States known as Camp Half-Blood: there, you will also find the final piece of the puzzle to this Ultimate Prank on the Powers…but, as I said before, my child…the choice…the decision…and the Path…all are yours now…'
With that, Harry saw his strange world turning white…
"No…Father…wait!"
Before Harry could say it, however, he left the world of Chaos behind…
And opened the floodgates of Destiny…
In ways that no-one in either world, be they Man or God, would ever be able to believe…
Wow, talk about cryptic and interesting: so, basically, the Almighty has just let the World's Most Powerful Sleeping Dragon off of his leash and chain and tickled him into absolute wakefulness: di immortales, exactly how screwed is the world?
Also, what piece of the puzzle awaits Harry at CHB and will he even let himself take that road, or will he just be content being a God in a World of Sheep-Brained Mortals?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Waking from his strange encounter, Harry decides the least he can do is make his life better…unfortunately for four disgusting humans, they're now dealing with the Apex of Apex Predators…and he is starving!
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AN: Portrayal
Chaos – voice: James Earl Jones
(I know: UBER-cheesy and crazy, but what can I say? I started thinking up this idea and that LEGEND reached my ears first…)
(Also explains the title of the chapter…I hope…)