Fly On The Wall, Snake In The Grass: 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 Twice-Blessed Half-Blood Response: When Harry turned thirteen, he lost his temper in a big way, but his emotions weren't the only things released. A very old, dark secret has now come to light: one that gives Harry a desire to claim all he truly is.
Challenge Information: DZ2's 'Harry Potter, the Twice-Blessed Half-Blood' Challenge: Harry Potter/Percy Jackson: Every Half-Blood has one godparent, this we know: however, Harry is different because of one reason: through the ways of the divine, he has more than one god for a parent/guardian
Rules: All affinities are welcome
Powerful Harry
Harry's divine parents can be ANY of the Greek/Roman Mythological forces
Either Thalia, the Di Angelos or Clarisse must be allied with Harry
Whoever Harry's parent/s is/are MUST break the law and interact with Harry
If Harry is Dark, Luke MUST pledge to serve him instead of Kronos
Tom and Dumbledore must both feel wary about Harry when he comes into his godlike powers
The Horcrux is destroyed unless Harry's 'other' godparents use it to 'determine' him as theirs
Even though he leaves Hogwarts for CHB or his own dwellings, Harry must still keep in touch with his friends
Sirius does not abandon him
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Twice-Born Harry (he is actually the son of two forces)
Harry and Percy as enemies
Super/OP-Harry
Dark-Lord Harry
Master of Death Harry
Lily and/or James were that particular god in human form
Dumbledore against Harry
Others of the HP universe are Half-Bloods
A prophecy being made about Harry
Slash
Harems
The PJ/Heroes of Olympus universe being diverted from canon due to Harry's involvement
Dark forces such as Gaia and Kronos side with Harry
Tom joins Harry
Forbidden: Weak Harry
Thalia, the Di Angelos and/or Clarisse against Harry (depending on who you choose)
Harry remaining the naive, malleable wizard/demigod people wish him to be
Harry's godparents being anything other than Olympian/Roman
If Dark: Luke as an enemy
Horcrux-Harry
People convincing Harry to give up/abandon his legacy
Sirius abandoning Harry
Other than that, it's up to you…
Author's Note: So, here is…well, let's call it a weird, but fun little experiment of an idea that, in terms of these two particular fandoms, is something I myself haven't seen before, so, in thinking up the notion, my mind went: what the heck, let's have some FUN!
So, get ready for fun, laughs and awe all around.
Recommended Reads: Harry Potter, Squatter by Enterprise1701-d, Harry Potter, Dark Legacy by The Fallen One 2012, The Son of Storms by PerseusPeverell092, Harry Potter: The Demigod Who Lived by DGJabberwocky, Damaged Raven, Apex and Dark Lord Potter by JustBored21, Harry Potter and the Potter Grimoire by IamZerokun, The Rise of the Last Potter by HPfanfictioner66, Child of the Storm, Ghosts of the Past and The Phoenix and the Serpent by Nimbus Llewelyn, A god's love by LovableOkie and Worthy of Magic by Raul Fictitious
Key Pairing: Dark/Evil Harmony; Female-Percy/Luke;
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: Don't Make Me Angry! You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry!
Anger.
It was a feeling that, after all the bull-crap he'd had to endure since the first day he'd woken up in Durzkaban, not to mention the one-sided hypocrisy and stupidity of the magical world, Harry James Potter could honestly confess he was more than used to experiencing.
Whether it was the overwhelming feelings of wrath and anger aimed at the Dursleys for lying to him, abusing him, making him think that both he and his parents were little more than a bunch of worthless, drunken layabouts, or making him think he'd been abandoned, keeping the truth of his identity and powers from him, thinking he was a freak and a monster when, all the while, he was the reason these ungrateful mongrels had been allowed...sorry...able to stay alive, instead of forcibly-perishing under the thumb of Tom Marvolo Riddle or someone like him!
Or, whether it was for…
Actually, when he really thought about it, pretty much all his thoughts and feelings associated with his anger and his wrath was aimed at the Dursleys, seeing as how they had spent a full fucking decade, give or take a month or two, making him think the worst of himself and his family. Only for those particular rose-tinted spectacles to be ripped clean off of his face, smashed under his heel and left to melt away into nothingness when Harry had learned all about the Magical World.
Only now, with his rose-tinted glasses turned to shrapnel, his emotional storm found a new target to draw strength from, because of the hypocrisy of how the magical world had done jack with a side order of shit to help him, and yet they continuously chose to believe it was all fine and dandy for them to claim he was their saviour and put him on a pedestal and he wouldn't say anything.
No, as far as they chose to believe, he'd just smile, wag his tail and accept it.
Then, there were those in the Magical World who believed all Harry was, as far as having an identity was concerned, was a lightning-bolt-shaped scar and, as the previous year proved, if he suddenly found out that he could do something they didn't like, he went from hero to Hell-spawn before you could say Quidditch.
And then, when the trouble was over…oh, he was their hero again!
And he would obviously forgive and forget, because he was the Boy-Who-Lived and their Golden Boy!
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But Harry could never forget.
And, even though he'd done his absolute best to keep a straight face despite it all, he would never forgive.
Especially not when it came to forgetting how they said he'd wanted his own Mother dead, along with every fucking Muggle-born in the school…
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So, yeah, it was safe to say that anger was an emotion Harry was familiar with.
However, even the anger he felt from all previously-mentioned occasions couldn't even begin to compare to the overwhelming Fiendfyre-level infernos of rage, disbelief, fiery wrath and thoughts, dreams and pleasurable notions of death, bloodshed and total annihilation he felt, all thanks to one simple-minded freak of nature!
Her name?
Marjorie Dursley!
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To be perfectly-honest, when Harry looked back after the dust settled, he silently admitted to himself that, as much as he very slightly regretted what happened, the fat sow had brought it on herself.
First, she humiliated herself by proving that her dismal eating habits, atrocious table manners and complete lack of personal self-respect were all as bad as her overcompensating brother and her less-than-human, less-than-one-brain-cell-level-thick nephew.
Then, she only made it worse, both for herself and the zoo she called family when, after Vernon casually suggested trying to tempt the well-known alcoholic with just a small brandy, she proceeded to feed the drink to her equally-thick, not to mention probably-rabid mutt of a hound, showing how she didn't even care for hygiene, much less the idea of being polite in company.
Then, she made it even worse when, out of the corner of her already-reddened, inebriated eyes, she saw Harry silently laughing to himself at how pathetic she truly was.
That was when she made everything worse…
Albeit for her and the rest of the Mortal World…
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And, please note the bit that said the Mortal World.
Meaning both the Mundane and Magical…
Oh and a world that Harry was about to discover…
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"What are you smirking at?"
Trying to maintain the appearance of meek compliance he'd spent years mastering in the presence of the Little Whinging Zoo that was supposed to pass for his perfectly-nice-and-normal-family, Harry just shrugged casually as he proceeded to clean the plates and cutlery from the meal. At the same time, he felt his eyes burn with tears that, like his emotions, he'd pretty much mastered the ability to keep them unshed as, not for the first time, his efforts in making such excellent nosh – as Marge had said – went unappreciated and unrecognised.
But, to be honest, he was used to it.
However, as he went to slip the latest empty plate into the sink – though not before casually responding to a remark about his apparent attendance at St Brutus' that he knew he had to reply to, even as he went to wash up and finish his chores for the evening – Harry's whole body, right down to the tips of his toes, gave a funny jolt when he heard Marge's voice slurring at her dim-witted relations.
"What is it the boy's Father did?"
"Oh, uh, nothing," said Petunia, unaware of the way that Harry suddenly froze, as she went on. "He didn't work…he was unemployed."
"Ah," said Marge, in a way that, curiously, made Harry think of the bossy, I-know-better-than-you tone he'd once heard one of his two Hogwarts friends, Hermione Granger, use way back in first year – a tone he had noticed she'd started losing as of late, which he suspected was either thanks to her body going through certain changes in her early teens, or she'd started to see Harry wasn't impressed by her arrogant bossiness, unlike the idiot with red hair - as the fat sow pushed on, "And he was probably a drunk too, no less!"
"That's a lie!"
Even as he said it, Harry noticed the air grew cold around him, while, at the same time, he felt something dark, primal and powerful stirring deep inside of his heart, driving him on, even as he caught a glimpse of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon trying to warn him off, even as Large Marge addressed him. "What did you say, boy?"
"My Dad wasn't a drunk!" snapped Harry, partially aware of the lights flickering again, before a loud series of cries filled the kitchen when, suddenly, the glass that Marge had been smothering in her pudgy hand exploded, causing Ripper to shriek while Vernon and Petunia shared worried looks.
Even as Marge made some cavalier remark about having a very firm grip towards Petunia and Vernon, however, Harry's eyes narrowed when, unseen by the Muggles and…whatever Marge was, a thin rivulet of red trickled down the fat woman's palm, where it splattered onto the floor.
Having seen more than enough of it being shed over the years, and not just at Hogwarts, Harry knew blood when he saw it, but, before he could even think of trying to make peace and help, Vernon piped up, "You know, I think it's high time you went to bed!"
The knowing look and even the sly, if not encouraging wink he sent Harry said enough, and, quite frankly, Harry was more than happy to get the hell out of there and away from this overbearing freak of nature, if only so he could try and calm himself down enough to get his emotions in check and reinforce his mask of apparent emotional neutrality around these Muggles.
Unfortunately, Large Marge the Alcohol Barge had other ideas as, like the overcompensating schoolmarm she was, she snapped her fingers at Vernon as she snarled, "Quiet, Vernon: I told you that it's just a very firm grip. And as for you, boy…get over here and clean up…then you can go and give my sweet Rippy-poo a bath for wetting him!"
Like a robot, or maybe a zombie, Harry's steps were slow, forceful and stiff – he even thought he heard each step he took reverberating through him like the pounding footfalls of a giant troll, or even a giant bigger than Hagrid – as he proceeded to clean up, already knowing that the fat bitch was nowhere near done with him, nor his family.
Unfortunately – for her – his guess was right on the money, but the direction she went might as well have doomed them all.
"Of course, it's not always about the Father, you see? It's more to do with the Mother…"
This time, the flickering of the lights was more like something out of a horror movie, while the dark feeling that Harry sensed deep inside of him, now became more like a volcano of Vesuvius-level fury threatening to blow its top.
No…
'Don't you dare!'
Not his Mother…
'Do you hear me, you insect? Don't you dare try and badmouth her, you pathetic water balloon…come on, you fucked-up freaks! Stop her…don't let her say it!'
"You see it all the time with dogs," said Marge, unaware of the arctic-level chill filling the room even more, while, over by the sink, only Harry noticed the water that he'd put most of the dinner things in, was now bubbling and churning wildly, clouds of steam rising from the sink, while serpentine-like trails of vapour and steam crawled out of the taps.
And all the while, the lights flickered, the air grew cold and the fury inside of Harry became borderline-uncontrollable.
He could swear that he could actually taste ash and magma in his mouth, or maybe that was just his imagination.
Either way, he prayed for the vile little See-You-Next-Tuesday to shut the fuck up soon, or else…
"If there's something wrong with the bitch, then there's something wrong with the pup!"
"SHUT UP!" Roared Harry.
His volcano exploded…
His darkness was unleashed…
His raging tides washed over him like a tsunami…
And, even as Marge sneered at him, Harry's eyes burned like the curse that had made him famous, while, down below, he was dimly-aware of an eerie, but welcoming dark-coloured glow encircling his hands, making them burn and freeze at the same time as he glared daggers at Marge, who didn't even back down.
She actually raised her hand to him as she sneered, "Right…let me tell you something, you…"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" Thundered Harry before, in a move that was brought out by sheer force of instinct more than anything else, he threw his hands up, releasing the dark energy he'd been building up there.
Not one of the Dursleys had any opportunities at all to try and avoid the energy blasts, much less try and stop Harry.
All three of them were, almost-literally, consumed by darkness…
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"Albus! Albus? ALBUS!"
"Minerva, what…what's wrong?" asked Dumbledore, looking up from his long stretch of paperwork, all associated with the sudden, inexplicable escape of one Sirius Black from Azkaban and the steps that Fudge had advised - read: ordered, if not been convinced by a sudden windfall from his loyal backers - Dumbledore to take.
With the ICW and the Wizengamot breathing down his neck, especially in light of what Sirius had been imprisoned for, the last thing Albus needed was any more distractions.
However, as if Fate herself was being a bitch towards him, there was Minerva, looking pale and flustered, her eyes wider than wide as she ran into his office, a look of pure fear in her eyes, as well as disbelief etched onto her face. "Albus! I…I was just…just conversing with…with Filius and Sybil about the up-and-coming third-year classes, when…suddenly…Sybil…she…she…she…"
"ALBUS!"
Suddenly, the Floo Gate in Dumbledore's office flared into life, startling Dumbledore and McGonagall, though not as much as the sight of the tired, old face in the flames made Dumbledore's aged heart turn to ice in his chest.
"A…A…Arabella?" asked Dumbledore. "What…what on Earth…"
"It's the boy's house," said Arabella, earning horrified looks from both Dumbledore and McGonagall, while Arabella swallowed hard as she looked right into the Headmaster's eyes as she let out a cry of horror and pain.
"The house…no…the whole street…all of it…I…I don't know how, but…but I could swear…it's all just been destroyed…by an Obscurus!"
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To the disbelief of the Deputy, rather than tend to his colleague's distress, Dumbledore left seconds later, leaving Minerva alone in his office.
As she watched his Floo Gate seal itself up, however, Minerva's eyes narrowed as she wondered not only how an Obscurus was even on Privet Drive when Potter clearly had so much power to his name.
But, also, how in the name of Merlin, Morgana, and all the Mystics of old she was meant to interpret the fact that, just before she had come to the office, and just before Arabella-bloody-Figg had broken her train of thought, something terrible had happened.
For only the second time in Hogwarts history - at least, as far as recent memory was concerned - a death had occurred at Hogwarts.
The victim?
Sybil Trelawney!
YOWZAH! (Do we say Yowzah? It's been a long, stressful day; get over it!)
Talk about wild and free gone nuts: so, somehow, an Obscurus has destroyed Little Whinging…well, Privet Drive, and now, Harry is…well, what is Harry? Dead? MIA? Worse?
Also, could it just be sheer dumb luck that Miss Fraud kicked the bucket at roughly the same time this all went down, or is someone else guiding Fate's hand in opposition to fakes and megalomaniacs in sheep's clothing?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: 28...whoops, sorry...I mean, 32 Days Later: Hogwarts starts up again, but there's a HUGE surprise for the newly-sorted students, as well as some old, familiar faces when a wayward son comes home...but...something's different about him...
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AN: Portrayal
Albus Dumbledore: Michael Gambon
