Death Wish: The Fall of Olympus: 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 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 Potter, the Butcher of Olympus Response: When Harry's name came out of the Goblet, his reaction surprised everyone. Now, he has a message for them all. Feel free to challenge him, because, when you do, Harry's going to eat you for breakfast!
Challenge Information: DZ2's 'Harry Potter, the Butcher of Olympus' Challenge: Harry Potter/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Riordan's Demiverse: Ever since he was a baby, Harry had to rely on nothing and nobody, but himself: he suffered, he bled and he wept, but no help came for this lonely orphan. So, when he discovers the world of the Divines, Harry decides to make sure no mere mortal will ever go unheard again: how? Simple: topple the Old Gods, so that the New Gods may rise, with him as the King, naturally.
Rules: Dark or Evil Harry
Super/OP Harry ONLY
When the story starts is up to you
Even though Harry discovers the true existence of the Gods – how is up to you – he does NOT have to be a Demigod himself: he could just be in the wrong place at the wrong time
When Harry discovers the Divine World, he openly challenges, defies and even blasphemes against the Gods
After he's done, Harry decides to make sure the Gods fall, by any means necessary, so the world can, once again, be aided by the Powers as and when it's most needed
As someone who likes the idea of seeing Olympus fall, Luke and his allies/servants MUST become allies/servants of Harry's (Luke does NOT have to be/have become possessed by Kronos)
Apart from Hades, there MUST be at least one Olympian who either agrees with Harry or becomes corrupted and turned to his cause
Apart from Luke's allies, Harry MUST turn at least one key PJO hero/heroine to his cause (Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, the Di Angelos, Jason etc.)
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Demigod-Harry
Instead of Demigod, Harry's actually a Demi-Other (Primordial, Titan, Giant)
Hecate, as Queen of Darkness, takes a keen interest in Harry
Somehow, the Demigods have magic and attend school with Harry
Instead of just Olympus, Harry seeks to become THE God/The One, True God/The Higher Power over ALL mortals/the mortal world
A non-Grecian darksider adopts Harry and/or sides with him (e.g. Loki, Set, Anubis etc.)
If Harry isn't a Demigod, Hades and/or another dark-sided Olympian agrees to claim Harry as theirs in exchange for him sparing them from The Fall
A Non-God is the one whom sets Harry on his path by claiming him like the above guideline (e.g. Kronos himself, Gaia, Chaos etc.)
The pantheons go further than Riordan's universe (meaning beyond Greek, Roman, Egyptian and Norse)
Harry has a God-Killing Weapon
Slash
Harems
Harry/Multi
In exchange for the right to live/survive/rule the human realm, Voldemort agrees to help Harry
Other magical darksiders, past or present, serve/side with Harry
As Master of Death, Harry ascends to a level of divinity/godhood that makes him more powerful/more dangerous than most Gods of Death/The Underworld (e.g. Hades, Anubis, Hela etc.)
A new prophecy speaks of the Butcher of Olympus
Forbidden: Light Harry
Weak Harry
Harry NOT deciding to seek out his total conquest of Olympus
Luke and his allies/servants as enemies of Harry's
Harry NOT corrupting/recruiting a central PJO character
Hades against Harry
Hades the ONLY Olympian turned to Harry's cause
Anyone convincing Harry to abandon his destiny
Other than that, it's up to you…
Author's Note: So, here's a pretty funny and weird idea that's somewhat-inspired by the new Thor movie and, at the same time, the crazy, insane, often-times labyrinthine mass of existence known only as my imagination.
So, enjoy.
Recommended Reads: Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, Son of Chaos Book One, Son of Chaos Book two: Underworld Secrets, Son Of Chaos Book Three, The Curse Of The Titan and Son Of Chaos The Judgment Of Olympus by kevin1984, Death's Son by LittleMissXanda, Dark Lord Potter and Apex by JustBored21, The Hollow Prince by FirstSilverKing, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, The Prince of Darkness by Writing Shop 12, A god's love by LoveableOkie, Prince of Death, Return of the Speaker's Heir and Remembrance of the Grim Wolf by The Potters of the Future, A Darker Shade of Magic by TheSonofTartarus77, Harry Potter: The Apex God by spartankiller117, The Necromancer by MaeglinYedi and Harry Potter Unleashed by berzipotter
Key Pairing: Evil Harry/Harem
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
BOOK ONE: HERE WE ARE NOW, ENTERTAIN US!
Chapter 1: So, I'm Going to Die? It Must Be Tuesday!
"The Durmstrang Champion is…VIKTOR KRUM!"
While the rest of the students, staff and supporters gathered in the Great Hall let out a sea of raucous cheers, celebrations and well-wishes, there was one member of the Hogwarts encampment who saw the Quidditch Star make his way to the front of the hall and didn't cheer.
Why?
Because, if he was being honest with himself, fourteen-year-old Harry James Potter wasn't really surprised to learn that Krum was Durmstrang's Champion, and not just because of his world-famous Quidditch reputation either. In fact, it really wouldn't surprise Harry to discover that Karkaroff had either threatened or coerced his students into handing the Championship of Durmstrang to Krum on a silver platter.
And yet, while Harry wasn't surprised by this turn of events, the rest of Hogwarts seemed to be a little too eager to betray their own school as they cheered along with Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, the atmosphere so electric that it was like England winning the World Cup.
The worst of them, if that was even possible, was Ron: he actually thought Krum would acknowledge him as he waved at the bonbon, who didn't even give him the time of day, and yet, when Ron sat down, Harry scoffed, silently, when he saw tears in the eyes of his so-called best mate.
Ye gods, how thick could you get?
As Harry silently laughed at the ignorant mindset of his best friend, he looked back to the front of the hall when the Goblet's flames changed colour and released the second of the three names that were set to be called.
"The Champion for Beauxbatons…" said Dumbledore, pausing for dramatic effect, which earned a roll of the eyes from Harry.
Seriously, did this guy ever not give an overdramatic flair to some speech or other?
"…Is FLEUR DELACOUR!"
'Apparently, he does,' thought Harry, not even bothering to acknowledge the Veela girl, who suddenly found herself the centre of attention from every hot-blooded male and a few equally-heated-up females. And, again, Harry didn't know whether to be amused or just annoyed at how Ron seemed to be leading the charge, whistling like a moron and overcompensating for the fact that, like 99% of the Hogwarts male population, he was a slave to the Veela's allure.
No prizes for guessing which emerald-eyed enigma made up the other 1%!
By the time everyone else had calmed down enough to remember what common sense looked like – which included Hermione actually dragging Ron back into his seat with a disgusted scoff, earning a smirk from Harry as he knew jealousy's look a million miles away and could tell an infamous lecture from the brunette was in Ronald's future…and he didn't even like Divination – Harry was starting to get bored, as well as a little sleepy-eyed.
To be perfectly honest, all he wanted to do now was reacquaint himself with his bed in Gryffindor Tower.
As though the Powers were listening, the Goblet's flames changed colour for a third time; all around the hall, Harry could see those who were of age crossing their fingers and looking hopeful. Some were also glancing towards those who, like the bonbon, Harry guessed were the local fan favourites, or those who'd been strong-armed into putting their name in, all for the promise of gold they probably didn't need and fame that'd last all of a week.
After all, who could name the last winners of this Tournament?
'Well, apart from Hermione,' thought Harry, watching as the third name's parchment was spat out of the Goblet.
Once again, Harry scowled to himself as he saw how Dumbledore seemed all-too-willing to let the moment draw out forever before he finally made the announcement that everyone had been waiting for.
"The Hogwarts Champion…CEDRIC DIGGORY!"
While the Puffs all cheered, as though their homeboy hero had just been named King of the World, Harry leaned back, allowing himself the chance to yawn, signalling how he was ready for his bed. When he heard Dumbledore speak again, however, a low groan escaped Harry as, for the third time that night, he wondered what the old man had to be smoking up in his ivory tower to be so willing to waste everybody's time with stuff that, quite honestly, didn't even concern them.
'Yes, three Champions: hurray; well done, you've learned to count! That's right, there's a prize only one could win: such was the reason for calling this whole bloody song-and-dance routine a Tournament! All right, the Cup is pretty…pretty boring!'
As Harry amused himself with his thoughts, however, his amusement went the way of the Devil himself as, like Lucifer, it suddenly fell from grace in a blaze of fire, damnation and darkness.
And all because the Goblet's flames suddenly ignited for the fourth time…
Even as Harry watched the Goblet, apparently, try and fight against what was going on, judging by the pretty amazing, if not badass-looking fireworks display it let off, he could already feel the cold, fickle finger of Fate brushing against him, trailing down his spine and leaving him feeling cold, dread-filled and, not for the first time, just a little pissed-off.
Even as the fourth parchment – an impossibility that even a blind man could have figured out – left the Goblet, Harry lowered his hands to his sides, holding his seat with a dejected sigh.
He didn't need Trelawney's gift to know what was coming.
And…sure enough…
"Harry Potter?"
"Of course," drawled Harry, rising from his seat, much to the alarm of his friends, and the outrage, disbelief and shock of the rest of the school.
Unlike the last time his name had been called out in the Great Hall, back during the Sorting Ceremony, there weren't any cheers, applauses or curious whispers this time.
Just silence.
And Harry, who walked right up to Dumbledore before he clicked his tongue as he met the old man's gaze.
"So, I'm going to die? It must be Tuesday…"
Death Wish
"Harry!"
"Yello?" asked Harry, turning away from his reflection in the trophy cabinet, while he also saw and heard his fellow Champions watching with abject curiosity and interest as the Heads of the respective schools, as well as – for some strange reason – Professors McGonagall, Moody and Snape, not to mention Barty Crouch, all ran into the room like a bunch of terrorists at a tea party.
Not surprisingly, Karkaroff and Maxime seemed to be as thick as the rest of them, given how the Frenchwoman who was trying to replicate the Eiffel Tower with her size was screaming about conspiracies, whereas the supposedly-ex-Death Eater was arguing in what Harry could only guess was his native tongue and sneering at Harry like a vulture circling his carcass.
Dumbledore, however, proved he was the biggest of the headless chickens when he actually grabbed Harry, pushing him against the cabinet behind Harry as he demanded, "Harry! Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"
'Wow: age really does dull the mind and impair the senses,' thought Harry, choosing to keep his peace instead of answering the old man.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore was as daft as he was deranged, delusional and demented, "Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you? Did you try some little trick that might have made your Father proud? Did you arrange it with someone who could have gotten past the defences? Damnit, Harry James Potter: why won't you answer me?"
"Probably because I've got nothing to say to a dunce who, obviously, is suffering from magic's version of Alzheimer's or Dementia," drawled Harry, pushing Dumbledore's arms away from him as he looked around the room, before he returned his attention to the old man.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, Professor, I've got my will to write out and some goodbyes to say…see you in the First Task, guys, ladies…Snivellus!"
Not surprisingly, Snape launched into a I-Hate-Potters tirade.
But, for the first time ever, Harry just ignored him as he walked out the door.
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"How'd you do it?"
"I found a wishbone and won the pull," drawled Harry, earning a dumbfounded look from Ron, while Seamus, Dean and even Neville sniggered as Harry slumped down on his bed before he peered through the curtains.
"What? Ask a stupid question…get a stupid answer…goodnight."
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"Harry, this is serious!"
"Actually, I think he's my godfather," drawled Harry, earning a shocked look from Hermione, while Harry scoffed as he asked, "I'd have thought the brightest witch of her age would be cleverer than that, unless jumping through time brought on some sort of Time Paradox-inducing Dementia; ah well, it was fun while it lasted…now, if you'll excuse me."
With that, he left Hermione floundering while Harry casually strolled away from the Gryffindor Common Room, whistling merrily to himself.
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"What a charismatic quartet…"
"Meh, more like a circus of freaks and spasmoids if you ask me, Miss Skeeter," argued Harry, ignoring the enraged looks from his adult companions, while he stepped forwards, taking Rita's hand before he kissed the back in a gentle manner as he added, "Now, no offence, but this lot have got their photos to pose for and I've got my gravesite to go and pick out, so, what do you say, Miss? Fancy the first-ever exclusive with the Boy-Who-Lived? Trust me, it'll be worth her weight in gold when I die…"
Madame Maxime started cursing heavily in French, even as Harry accompanied Skeeter off to the side room, not even bothering to pay attention to the horrified looks on the faces of the Ministry representatives, much less Dumbledore or Ollivander, as he left.
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"Hiya, Hagrid."
"Harry?" asked Hagrid, earning a shrug from Harry.
"You were expecting, maybe, Voldemort? Trust me, in this school, that's not so unbelievable…oh, and sorry for the late arrival; having to translate the Chinese Whispers coming from Weasley's black hole and Granger's Dictaphone took longer than I thought…so…what's up? Also, are you wearing aftershave?"
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"To paraphrase a famous archaeologist…dragons; of course, it always had to be dragons…"
"Come on, Harry," insisted Hagrid, unaware of Harry's cavalier air as he observed the beasts. "They're greatly misunderstood creatures…although, I do have to say it; that Horntail is pretty scary and dangerous…"
"Which is why I'll be facing it; thanks Hagrid…now, where do we keep the barbecue sauce?"
As Hagrid blanched, he turned to Harry in disbelief, earning another shrug from Harry.
"What? If I'm going to be dragon food before Christmas, the least I can do is give her a nice meal going down…laters…"
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"Harry, you need to let me help you!"
"Hermione, let me say something," argued Harry, before he put on a voice and, with a wave of his hand, he smirked at the dumbfounded brunette.
"These are not the droids you're looking for…" drawled the emerald-eyed scion, before he scoffed amusingly as he added, "Sorry, Princess Greia, but if the Imperius Curse can't touch me, I highly doubt the Force will fare any better…now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to fatten up a little for my dragon, so…hey! Is that barbecue sauce?"
"Harry, be serious!" exclaimed Hermione, but, seconds later, she regretted it as Harry scoffed while, to the alarm of the brunette and those who didn't believe he'd put his name in the Goblet – which was a very small number of loyal lions – he then began rubbing the sauce into his hair, as though it was meant to be shampoo or hair gel, while he scoffed at Hermione.
"Again, that's my godfather…oh, and by the way, when you see him, would you kindly mind explaining to him why the female Doctor from Gallifrey couldn't be arsed using time travel to save him from his not-guilty-induced exile? Ta!"
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"Harry…my, don't you smell…strangely-good?"
"Eau de HP, Miss Skeeter," replied Harry, spraying what smelled like an aerosol version of the darkly-coloured sauce onto his flesh and his clothes as he added, "You see, I've watched and I've waited and now, when everyone else thinks I'm going to pull their arses out of the fire again, the only flame I'm concerned with is the one in my dear, sweet, ravenously-hungry Mama Dragon's tummy! Personally, I'm praying she's got at least one egg still inside her; it'd be nice to know my meat's feeding a sleeping dragon…now, if you don't mind, I think I missed a bit…"
For once in her life, even Rita Skeeter didn't know how to portray what she was witnessing, even as Harry struggled to reach around himself, so he could spray his marinade all down his back.
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Dead silence.
An appropriate euphemism, Harry thought, as he walked into the arena, smelling like a freshly-prepared roast and looking around with a cool, casual air as he moved towards the lair of the beast waiting for him.
When he saw the Horntail crouched there, snorting at the air, Harry smiled and shrugged ruefully before he indicated himself.
"Here you go, Pretty Mama…lunch is served!"
"Harry, what are you…HARRY!"
The screams of Hermione Granger, as well as the outraged cry from Ronald Weasley and even Dumbledore himself were soon drowned out by even-more horrified screams as, one by one, each and every member of Hogwarts watched as the Hungry Hungarian Horntail dissected the Fourth Champion, ravenously tearing into his flesh as she devoured the delicious offering from the humans who'd caged and bound her.
And yet, even before the Horntail managed to crunch down on his skull, those nearest to the arena were even-more alarmed to see the smile that crossed Harry face as he closed his eyes, greeting Death – and the belly of the beast – like an old friend.
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"Huh…well…what do you know? It didn't hurt, after all…who knew?"
Alone in a sea of…he-didn't-know-what, Harry felt himself drifting, passing through time and space as though he was walking, or flying, through a door; all around him, the world became nothing, but grey, while Harry also noticed how, even though the dragon had devoured him – and, from what Harry guessed before Death came to greet him, apparently enjoyed and savoured him too – his body felt whole, while his mind, while broken from the stupidity of the people who claimed to know him, also felt like he was waking up for the first time ever.
As he floated through this unknown world, a sad smile crossed Harry's face as he mused to himself, 'You know, it's almost a shame I won't get to see the look on Tom's stupid face when he hears that I've basically offed myself, because I've had enough of being his little bitch and having to face the dick over and over again, only to rely on moronic excuses and coincidence to get me out of there…I swear, it's so pathetic, it might as well be a game to someone…'
Scoffing at the last thought, Harry sighed to himself as he added, 'Well, so sorry, Gamesmaster, whoever you are, but it looks like I win and you lose…my only regret? I couldn't get a chance to tell you to go fuck yourself to your thick, stupid face!'
Suddenly, Harry was surprised to feel his body stop, before he also felt a sea of warmth surrounding him, accompanied by a low, almost-mystical humming noise that started down below him and, slowly, but surely, rose up his body to meet him.
As it rose up, the humming, as well as the warmth, made Harry scoff as he wondered, 'So now, even when dead, I still have to be their pawn, do I? For the love of Merlin, Mordred and the incestuous fuck-up he called Daddy, can't anyone ever just leave me the fuck alone?'
'I thought you wanted the chance to tell the Powers to go fuck themselves, child…'
Suddenly, Harry felt his head jerk around before he groaned and, in a voice that was thick with sarcasm, he drawled, "Is that you, God?"
'Not exactly,' answered the voice; a deep, powerful voice, which flooded Harry's entire being with a surge of unusually-sourced strength and energy.
And yet, Harry still groaned in disbelief, "Oh, so it's you instead, is it, Lucifer? Nice to finally meet you; be gentle with me, won't you?"
'I am not that feeble human portrayal of supposed evil either, Harry,' argued the voice, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry.
"You're not?"
'No.'
"Then, at the risk of sounding insulting…who the fuck are you and why won't you let me die right?"
'Because we both know that you do not wish to die,' answered the voice, earning another scoff and a raised eyebrow from Harry, while the voice went on. 'You seek the means to fight and defeat the many grave injustices dealt unto you by those who neither know nor care what becomes of you. And yet, through no ill will of your own, you find yourself constantly on their radar, mostly because there are those born of these Powers who would seek your end on their terms!'
"So…I'm right? My life is just a game to someone?"
'Correct.'
Suddenly, all traces of humour, sarcasm and even deathly acceptance vanished from Harry's eyes, voice and heart.
Instead, what remained could be summed up in four little words.
Draco.
Dormiens.
Nunquam.
Titilandus.
"Who are you?" asked Harry icily, his eyes burning with renewed strength and purpose, "And, since I don't need to be as thick as my so-called best mate or the human bookends in Slytherin to know what you're offering, tell me…friend…how can I go back and fuck them all up?"
An amused chuckle filled Harry's ears, before the voice identified themselves for who they truly were.
'My name is Chaos, Harry James Potter, the Father of All, Creator and Destroyer, Lord of the Void and the Prime Divine…and I wish to make you an offer that, in the end, will serve both our purposes…but on your terms…'
Blimey, talk about a death wish gone insane, but, now Harry's dragon food, how, exactly, can Chaos help him fuck the world up?
Also, how might the Bitch Brigade who claim to have his best interests at heart handle the new-and-improved Harry Potter?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: They Think It's All Over…but it's only just begun…
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AN: Portrayals
Albus Dumbledore: Michael Gambon
Chaos – voice: James Earl Jones