Okay, head's UP!
I say head's up, because this challenge is nothing short of CRAZY! It has a total of FIVE DIFFERENT CATEGORIES all mixed into one. How, you may ask? Well, I thought about this one almost a whole night long – and to me that is about three to four hours – and came up with a mix of my favorite categories:
Harry Potter! Rise of the Guardians! Percy Jackson and the Olympians! Pokémon! AND Kingdom Hearts! Those five mixed together! How, you may again ask. Well, trust me, I was reeling and wondering how my mind came up with this challenge in the first place, but I am proud of being the one to create it nonetheless.
Enjoy the madness,
Venquine1990
ULTIMATE CHALLENGE
1975. 1976. 1980. 1981. Those four years have, for the last nineteen years meant the entire galaxy to me. In 1975 did I accept Zeus' gift of immortality, becoming a God and Divine Being myself. In 1976 did I meet the Northern Wind also known as Jack Frost. In 1980 did I surprise everyone by giving birth to my only son.
In that same year did I make the horrendous discovery that my son was born mortal, while both of his parents – and one of his grandparents – are immortal beings and with pain in my heart did I discover that this curse could only be undone by trials that my little boy would have to face throughout his mortal youth.
Knowing I could not face such things from a direct approach, did I convince my Husband to find someone who could care for our child throughout these trying times and the white-haired man had found a married couple, who's husband's line actually went all the way back to when my father was still around my own age.
Both of us and my father had agreed that this pair would do well, yet it had been 1981that had proved different as the two had – shockingly enough – entered my uncle's domain through means of a spell neither he nor Thanatos could undo, regardless of the fact that both of them died a peaceful death, protecting my son.
It had broken me and I had left and ignored everything that happened in England for the next thirteen years, not even coming along when my Husband would deliver the winter fun to any parts of the continent as I felt too terrified of seeing my little boy struggle through his life without any help of those we considered worthy.
Yes, Hades had assured me that he would allow the spirits of my son's adopted parents leave Elysium whenever they felt the need to continue their protection of my child, yet this had done nothing to the fact that – out of all the trials my son would have to face – it was the trial of believing himself to be an orphan of murdered mortals.
The idea alone had made me wish I had denied Zeus' gift, had made me wish I had angered the Lord of the Gods beyond words that same day, had even pushed me to vocally wishing that Zeus had pushed me off Olympus, something both Jack and my father had instantly pushed out of my mind upon hearing me say so.
Still, now thirteen years have passed and – for the first time since that awful night – do I feel ready to again step foot on English soil, to again take another gander from the skies above – through help of my uncle Zeus and my beloved Jack – at my little boy and to see what trials my son has already overcome in the young years of his life.
Gazing down at the castle where my Uncle Hades told me he has been residing for the last four months do I connect myself with the amazing magic I can feel coming from the beautiful lake stationed near the castle itself and whisper to its clear-blue fluid surface: "Show me my son's trials, if you would."
And the visions I see, of my son fighting off an actual Troll, the same man as the one that murdered his adoptive parents, almost dying due to the blessing of Hecate becoming too much for him, being freed from a prison home, being attacked by a Living Tree, a horde of Spiders and an actual King of Snakes is almost too much for me.
To then see my son having to believe his only mortal guardian to be a mass-murderer and the cause of him being an orphan almost makes me want flee back to Olympus and Jack instantly holds me to him as I watch him be tormented by monsters with mental torture abilities before he finally discovers the truth of his guardian.
At this I want to relax in my husband's hold, but then my eyes widen as I watch my son meet the Doors of Hades for another time in three years, escape the doors and save his godfather's life. Then, as the Lake shows me more, do I see a wondrous event turn into a Nightmare and see my son being elected for a dangerous Tournament.
I see my son fighting off what is similar to the younger brother of a Drakoon, one of the most dangerous of its kind no less and then, finally, do the visions end with one last showing of my son being denied the chance to go to a Ceremonial Ball with a beautiful girl and how he, after this, asks a young girl his own age.
By now I don't know whether to rage and drown the entire school in a flood caused by my own powers, to turn all of the heroes in this school against those responsible or to just take my still mortal son and flee to whatever Deity protected land I can find and keep him and Jack there, safe and sound, until his date with Hades.
"It's almost time." My husband then suddenly whispers and I look at him, wondering what he could have seen that I had missed and he says: "All of the trials that Harrison has faced. He's nearly immortal. All he has to do is overcome one last trial and he will be able to finally hear the truth and return to us."
At this hope springs itself up in my heart like a tidal wave and while clenching the hand holding my husband's embracing arms, do I ask: "What? What must he do? What trial must my child conquer?" And the man answers in a way I had never expected, a way that – again – makes me fear I will be forever separated from my child:
"He must conquer – his own fear that people will hurt him if they lose interest in his fame. He must be willing to fully show the powers and abilities that he knows are his and that he inherited from all of us. You, me, your mother and his mortal guardians. If he can be willing to show those talents to the mortals, he will become immortal."
And with that, while the serious look on my husband's face proves me how he too doubts that this will happen, do I turn back from him and the Lake to the school itself, the entire castle now showing itself to be covered in my husband's powerful hold as I ask: "Can we help him do so?" And the nod I feel on my shoulder relieves me off my worries.
End here? I don't think so!
Harry's POV
The last fourteen years have been a hell I can't believe any mortal should ever have to face and while part of me always wonders why I call my fellow humans mortals instead of humans, allies or friends, have I never had much reason to consider this a problem as – more often than not – I had some kind of challenge to overcome.
Whether it was the Stone and Voldemort attempting to steal it, a flying car that gave in at the very end and landed us in a violent tree, a horde of flesh-eating humongous spiders and an even larger serpent or monsters that make you relive only your worst of memories and the most dangerous dragon species in all of existence.
Yes, my last four years have been an absolute series of challenges, trials and excruciating tasks and while unsure, do I sometimes feel as if I'm just not mortal enough to be killed by any of these trials, the feeling strangely enough growing with each task I complete, yet for the last few weeks have I felt as if the hardest is yet to come.
The Tri-Wizard Tournament, while already underway for a good two months, feels like I'm supposed to be part of it for reasons that have nothing to do with the challenges set up by the teachers and the Ministry and – most important and strangest of all – do I feel as if the upcoming Yule Ball is the most important event of all.
I had told my friends this and Ron had scoffed, telling me that I was just trying to ease my worries for the Second Task, while Hermione tried to commend me on realizing how important this feast could be for the social connections between the three competing Schools, yet I had told her that this was not the reason for my instincts.
The girl had been stumped and while Ron tried to write it off on how nervous I had been for asking out a girl – particularly Cho Chang of Ravenclaw – had the feeling not lessened, but rather strengthened after I had ensured a date for both myself and my best friend, which had made me feel even more confused than before.
By now, I am standing in the Great Hall, which has been changed into the most beautiful room I have ever laid eyes on and while all of the crystalline touches of snow and ice and all of the white colors surrounding us are supposed to make us feel cold and chilly, do I actually feel touched and warmed by all that I see around me.
This is mostly because I had always felt at my strongest when near water or snow and while I had tried to hide this by playing masterful Quidditch – which I know I inherited from my father – do I still feel hurt on the inside that none of the teachers or even my fellow students want to see anymore in me than a hero or a reincarnation of my parents.
"Still, they're not the only ones here now, are they?" Do I suddenly hear a soft male voice whispering in my ear, making me tense and strengthen my hold on the hand and waist of my date and while the girl lets out a soft gasp, does the gasping sound coming from the rest of the crowd surrounding us draw me out of my thoughts.
Looking around, do I see a beautiful group of crystalline snowflakes, crystals and crystallized water droplets flying around the room, while none of the teachers or other adults seem to have a wand in hand, except for Professor Flitwick who will direct the orchestra, yet his wand is aimed loosely at the orchestra and not the swirling winter glory.
Realizing within an instant that it was this amazing show of winter's beauty that is right now softly flying around the dance floor that whispered in my ear, can I only softly ask back: "Who – who are you?" Not at all bothered by how the other Champions and their dates are looking at me oddly as the voice whispers back:
"I? I am but a messenger of the Winter's God of Fun and Joy. I am here on his orders and I have only one goal, young snowflake." The whispering of the voice seems to carry through the entire hall, silencing everyone as the voice itself is soft as a flowing river and still as beautiful as a piece of translucent crystal.
I keep my gaze at how it flows up and down as it flies around us, the way it waves upon the air itself mesmerizing me and making me feel even better than my surroundings currently do and while wondering why no one else seems to get calmed by the gentleness of the voice, do I ask: "What is it? What is your goal?"
And while I can now hear satisfaction and happiness lighting up the voice of the spirit, does she softly answer me: "For you to finally be able – to return home, Child of the North and Seas." This shocks everyone and I ask: "What did you call me?" Yet without any hurt or anger lingering in my tone as that title feels just so right to my heart.
At this the flowing spirit finally seems to break her path as she moves from her swirling around the dance floor and heads directly my way, my hands now loose from my date and raised a little as I allow for the spirit to flow around me, the touch of her cold breath feeling like a mother's hug to my skin as I hear her say:
"You are. You are the son of two of the greatest forces this plain has ever seen and while the great deity of Fate itself has challenged you with a mortal life or errors, trials and hardships, is your time of troubles nearly at an end, thus allowing for your father to send me your way, so that I may finally guide you on the final step."
This, while many of those around me now look shocked, flabbergasted and confused and while whispering voices of what's going on here and what is that thing and what is that voice talking about are ringing through the hall, do I pay no attention or heed to it as the words comfort me and the touch makes me feel warm and welcome.
Then I somehow feel the wind spirit merge itself with my cloths, changing the colors of it and adding the beauty of its own crystallized form to my outfit as the voice, now again sounding as if the spirit itself is standing beside me, whispers into my ear: "Show those that have not yet judged you – who you truly are, Child of Winter."
And with that, while touched by how the spirit has changed my green Dress Robes in a Crystal white set, one that sparkles and shines like a lake touched by the sun and while still, somehow, feeling the very presence of the spirit in my new outfit, do I agree with the voice and while lowering my arms, do I whisper: "I will, thank you."
And with that, while I had my eyes closed when the spirit started moving around me, do I now open them again, not caring that I am shocking those in front of my gaze as I look at those that are not Hogwarts students or staff and say: "I am Harrison James Potter, son of Jack Frost and Percy Jackson, the God of the Seas and Heroes."
And with that do I pull my wand out of my dress robes, only part of me wondering how it got there before I focus on the amazing ability I had felt the few times I had drawn it while in battle and with that power, does my wand change into an amazing sword that has a key-shaped tip and has a bronze handle and a crystal-made shaft.
Everyone looks at the blade in shock and I lay it down beside me, feeling proud of my accomplishment, but knowing I need to prove myself in one more way before the words of the Spirit can come true. Everyone looks at the blade in shock before all of their eyes turn back to me, just as I close mine again in focus.
Going deeper inside my own core and person than I have ever openly done before, do I feel the warm embrace of the creature that I have always felt being a part of my person and being eclipse me as I feel its fur starting to cover my body, its magic shaping my ears, face, neck, arms and legs and feel a tail growing from my tailbone.
Gasps of shock and awe reach my newly grown ears, that are long and shaped like a crystal with a darker color on the inside. My hair also changes, growing back into my skull at the back of my head and lengthening at the fringe until it hangs on the sides of my face and accentuates the way my neck curves into my chest and front paws.
My hair also changes color and while most of it is now a basic kind of blue, are the tips of my fringe turned a darker color and does this same dark color blue graze my paws from the knee down and the tip of my tail, the dark color shaped like another crystal. I feel my nose turning short and pointy and feel my canines growing.
Feeling the transformation – which I've never before committed to in public – to be done, do I suddenly feel something I've never felt before; a power so strong, so magnificent, so freezing cold it feels warm to the touch grows within me, making my blood flow faster, my muscles feel thicker and my whole body feel absolutely amazing.
At this I let out a loud and powerful cry of pain and euphoria, making those that have tried getting closer to me – and even the one youngster that tried grabbing my sword – reel back in shocked awe and does something I couldn't have expected for the life of me happen as the doors of the Great Hall burst open at the sound of my voice.
Looking through the few gaps between the students to where the doors have been opened, do I see a young man with black hair that is almost as black as mine used to be and who has eyes that are sea-green, yet still quite resemble my own walking alongside another young man with snow white hair, a pale skin and striking blue eyes.
Both men seem to almost personify the amazing power I had previously felt within me and – just by a single glance – do I know who these two are, making me cry out yet again, causing for crystallized tears to gleam in my eyes and making me dash on all fours at the two, the black-haired man crouching down to catch me.
The embrace the man gives me feels warm and gentle, like a fresh water spring that breaks free of winter's hold and that flows its watery goodness through the entire world, making the tears that are formed in my eyes fall down as I, by instinct, recognize the man as Percy Jackson, god of Seas and Heroes – and my mother.
And THERE I end it!
And that is how you make a Challenge combining five different categories together. You pluck two main characters from two different series, make them have a baby, make that baby be a character from a third series and give the child the abilities from the last two series! BAMN! How do you like them apples!
But all things serious, what are your thoughts? Too much on the feely side? Just right on the challenging side? Should there have been more contact between Jack, Percy and Harry? should Harry have wondered who the two new-comers are? Should someone have tried and stop the spirit from speaking its mind?
That's all up to you and as long as you keep to the five categories – Pokémon, Kingdom Hearts (The sword), Rise of the Guardians, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson – will you find no arguments with me on how you want to change this story, take it over or work further on it. Just make sure you stick to the following Rules:
Percy must accept Zeus' gift of Immortality
Percy and Jack Frost must be an Item
Harry must be the child of Jack and Percy
Harry must have at least 1 talent of his mortal grandmother, Sally, his parents and adoptive parents: example Sally-Cooking, Lily-Charms, James-Quidditch, etc.
Harry must be born mortal, but have the chance to regain his immortality through the tasks set out for him in the HP Cannon Events
Harry is allowed to be friends with Ron and Hermione, but they don't necessarily have to remain together throughout the story.
Other Gods must be willing to partake in Harry's life once he becomes immortal
Other Demigods must be Hogwarts students in disguise
Harry must have an Animagus form that is actually a Pokémon
Harry's Keyblade CANNOT be a Cannon Keyblade
Guidelines:
Other RotG characters having bonded/had kids with other Olympians
RotG/Olympian kids having gone to Hogwarts alongside Harry
Pitch Black having reformed as Voldemort
Kronos having reformed as Voldemort
Kronos staying spirit after being killed by Luke and joining with Voldemort
Pitch joining with Voldemort
Demigods at Hogwarts siding with Voldemort
Dumbledore not accepting Harry's actual parentage
Dumbledore having aided Harry in completing the tasks to immortality.
Voldemort coming back at end of Fourth
The Olympians going to war with Voldemort
Harry using his powers to defeat Voldemort
Forbidden:
Harry denying himself his parentage
The spirit aiding Harry attempting to harm him
Harry only having his Cannon abilities
Harry's Keyblade being Cannon
Harry's Animagus form being something HP-related
Harry not being friends with either Ron or Hermione before he meets his parents
HP cannon events not taking place before the reunion of Harry and his parents
Voldemort returning and winning the war
Voldemort turning Harry back into a mortal
Voldemort killing either Harry, his parents, the Guardians or the Olympians
Hope you enjoy,
Venquine1990