Hey everyone,
This is a really good challenge and I like it a lot – then again, most of DZ2's challenges are amazing and very much into my liking. It also doesn't help that this challenge combines two of my favorite categories, but I mostly just want to say that, thanks to DZ2 and a few others, I have started to love Dark!Harry.
Now this chapter won't have Dark!Harry, but I am thinking of turning another one of the challenge chapters here on Venquine's Mind into a story. It will have to be one where Harry either IS Dark or GOES Dark, but that is about it. My current preferences are Clear The Mist and Darkness Is My Ally.
Make your pick,
Venquine1990
Challenge #29
United They Stand
1st of September 1991
Harry's POV
The red haired family that helped me onto the Platform is definitely interesting, if nothing else, yet already I can tell that each of them has a reason for me not to further approach them – well, all of them bar the twins that didn't help me onto the platform, but did help me get my trunk into the compartment I am currently in.
Sure, they told their mother and younger siblings that I was the boy all of them helped, yet I could easily hear how they were just joking when one of them asked about me knowing what Voldemort looked like. This alone is another thing that makes me wonder what this world is really about as they apparently fear the name.
"Why would they, though? It's not like the guy is some kind of god." Goes through my mind every time I realize that people here are afraid of someone who went dark, yet the reason behind me comparing the man to a God still eludes me. Then, while I hear the mother reprimand her daughter, do I hear another voice ask:
"Hey, I thought all first years were outside saying goodbye to their families. Did you lose yours or something?" I turn around and see a boy who looks to be my age, who has sea-green eyes and black hair that has some kind of interesting wave to it, making me raise an eyebrow and ask: "Aren't you a first year yourself?"
The boy shrugs and says: "My mum. She told me for years that my dad was lost at sea and then suddenly she tells me that he wants me to come here. When she told me that, because of my jerk of a stepfather, she couldn't come with, I just left before she wanted me to and used the money I've been holding back to get here."
This, for some reason, makes me smirk at the boy and while I wonder if it's because the lad is practically an orphan like I am, do I say: "I can get that. My relatives actually had the decency to get me to the station, but then they drove away before I could even get into King Cross itself. Had to rely on strangers to get here."
The boy thins his lips and while part of me wonders why I feel willing to be open about how bad my relatives are to someone like him, does he make me laugh as he says: "Family, honestly." I nod at him, knowing I will never really think that of my parents, because they kept me alive with their sacrifice and then he asks:
"So seeing that you don't have anyone to say goodbye to, can I guess your name?" This makes me snicker and I say: "Try me." The boy smiles and then motions with his eyes for the seat opposite of me, his eyes asking and I nod in answer, making him sit down before he turns his full attention on me and tilts his head to the sides.
This, at the same time, allows me also take a close look at him as well and then I notice how the lad has a tan that makes it obvious he's not English as the damp weather that hangs around practically all year round here would make the tan the boy has practically impossible, yet at the same time does it look as if the tan is natural.
"You're not from here, are you?" I ask, making the boy tilt his head back to normal in shock and he shakes his head as he says: "I'm American from Long Island. I got someone in the Leaky Cauldron to charm my voice so that I don't stand out with my accent. What gave it away?" This handy little trick makes me smile and say:
"Your tan. It's way too natural and deep for this kind of environment." The lad smirks and says: "I actually switched schools a good seven times in my whole life, you know. And in every school I was an outcast and loved being outside. My mum even once got me into this school near the sea, but I stayed there the shortest."
And while I can clearly see that the lad has no idea why he stayed at that school the shortest, do I save the fact that he likes being near water in the back of my mind and then I ask: "Got any idea on who I am, yet?" And the smirk on the boy's face makes me know that he does indeed before he says: "Your scar is showing."
Making me laugh hard, yet the laugh is stopped short as suddenly the whole compartment shakes and when I look outside, do I see that the train has started moving and that the young girl of the red-haired family is actually running along with it, her eyes teary while there is also a large smile on her face as her eyes rake the windows.
Remembering how she had sounded like a real fan girl and even wanted to search the train just to see me after she had been there to help me onto the platform, do I push myself deeper into my seat to hide myself from the window view and when we pass the station, does the other boy ask: "You don't like that girl?"
I roll my eyes and say: "She and her mum helped me onto the platform and then her twin brothers helped me get this compartment and when they told her who I was, she turned into this real fan girl who wanted to go enter the forbidden zone to see her favorite singer, you know what I mean?" The boy nods and says:
"Yeah, that's annoying. Planning to do anything about it." I shrug and say: "Don't see why I should. They want a hero, I just don't get why I should be one over something I don't remember. And if they are really supposed to be a clever kind, why don't they realize that they weren't there and don't know what happened either.
So why honor and worship me over something of which no one knows how it even happened when they could just give me a chance and make me discover what I excel in. I don't mind being their hero, you know, but I want to be a hero for my own talents, not for something that is just vague as the mist itself, you know?"
The boy smiles at me and says: "You know, I thought the exact same thing when I heard what kind of school I would be going to. I mean, Hogwarts is the best ever in the country and it created witches and wizards like Dumbledore, Einstein, Gryffindor and a few others. So why shouldn't it be able to make a hero out of me too, right?"
This makes me smile and I say: "I don't know who you are, American lad, but I do know – I like you." The boy smiles and reaches his hand out as he says: "Percy Jackson, pleased to meet you, Harry Potter." I nod and take his hand in mine, feeling something strange happen in our grasp, but ignoring it as I say: "Right back at you, Percy."
Yet while we smile at each other like two friends do when they reunite after years of having lived apart or something, do we suddenly get shocked, our hands separating as the door to our compartment opens and the boy with the red hair and a strange kind of smudge on his nose appears and looks at us both before he asks:
"Excuse me, can I sit here? Everywhere else is full?" This makes Percy send him a raised eyebrow, while I spare a quick glance outside, tilting my head a little and seeing the last carriage just riding out off the platform and I ask: "Are you sure? Looks like we only just left, so there must still be compartments empty."
I then turn to the boy himself, my body tense with a strength that I usually feel coming up inside me when my emotions rise in strength within me and with my emerald green eyes shining with the same power as I ask: "Or are you just saying that because your twin brothers told you that the boy you helped is a so-called hero?"
The boy's eyes widen and he asks: "What are you talking about? You're the Boy-Who-Lived." To which Percy asks: "He is? How did that happen?" And while the lad sends Percy a look as if he is dumber than dirt, making my opinion of him lower even more, does he say: "Are you stupid? He defeated You-Know-Who?"
And then Percy makes me realize what he's doing, making me slightly hide a smirk as he gasps and asks: "Really? How did he do that?" And when the boy answers: "No one knows. They just –." Does Percy ask: "They just what? Suggest one thing when there are hundreds of ways someone with parents could survive such an attack."
The lad in the door gets shocked silent when he hears this and then Percy stands up, his body looking as powerful as an actual tsunami or something, intriguing me as he says: "I've been part of this world for a week now and all I hear is Hail Harry Potter! Hail the Boy-Who-Lived! Hail the defeater of You-Know-Who!
Yet every time I ask how and when this happened, I only hear how his parents were murdered but he wasn't. Yet while everyone knows who killed Lily and James and how, does no one know how Harry survived the same attack. Now tell me this, young man, who should survive such an attack: two adults or one infant?"
By now a few other students – both our age and older – have come to stand behind the redhead and then Percy glares as he says: "Cause honestly, if you use even a little bit of logic – which I know wizards who like using magic over brains ought to have – you would think that two adult wizards have more experience, right?
So even if they didn't survive the attack themselves, don't you think they would use all their magical abilities to defend and save their only child? Would you not do the same had this been your son? So why honor and worship an infant, when it could have just as well been the parents who are the real heroes for helping their son survive?"
By now the redhead has wide eyes and the hand he still has on the open door is trembling thanks to how powerful and convincing Percy sounds and while I love the feeling of someone like him standing up for me, do the older students behind the redhead mutter amongst each other, all of their voices sounding like they believe him.
Then Percy moves over to the door, the redhead actually stepping back in apparent fear and while Percy's hand moves onto the door where the redhead's was seconds ago, does he say: "So next time you want to meet Harry Potter, think of this; do you want to meet some make-belief hero or an Heir to actual loving heroes?"
And with that he smashes the door close, the sound of the glass and wood actually sounding like a wave crashing onto the shore and while I can see several older students nodding with each other over my friend's words through the glass, does Percy move back to his earlier seat, apparently angrier with this than I first imagined.
He then huffs as he sits down and says: "There, hope that will makes things easier for us when we get there." This makes me raise an eyebrow at him and I ask: "Sorry, us?" The boy shrugs and says: "Like I said, the whole week I have been hearing all those comments. Tom only charmed my voice yesterday before bed.
Before that, everyone I met noticed my accent, realized I was foreign and thought I had to be educated about the Mystical Boy-Who-Lived. I had hoped that without my accent and with us going to this amazing school, I would be rid of that, but that lad proved me wrong and – I guess it was just the last straw for me to take."
I nod and say: "Thanks." Percy looking at me as I say: "Like I said, my relatives are awful. My cousin is a real bully and I was his target for a good 90% of my school time and no one – not my aunt, not my uncle, not my teachers – ever told him off for it. To have someone like you, someone strong, stand up for me – thanks."
"Someone strong?" Percy asks with humor in his voice and with shock do I realize that the lad has no idea what he looked like minutes ago, making me shake my head and say: "Just trust me, Percy. The way you looked just now, when telling that idiot what's life like, you looked and sounded like a tsunami about to hit the land.
Powerful, devastating and very convincing. In fact, if I have to go by what I saw standing behind the idiot, I think you even convinced some fourth years if not older. I really think you made sure that – if I can make a rough guess – a good quarter of the school will now give me a chance to be myself and be a hero of my own accord."
This makes the lad smile at me and he asks: "So, as long as I help you take down that stupid title, will you be willing to help me be a hero too?" To this I shrug and say: "I don't really think I need to help you be a hero as more help you realize that you already have way more potential to be one than I do – so sure, I'll help."
And while the lad laughs, the sound of his voice proving me he's still not fully convinced, can I not help but think: "With this lad by my side, I might just become a hero that deserves the god-like status that idiots here try to give the Boy-Who-Lived." And for once do I not question why I think about the gods as I enjoy my ride.
There we go.
So Percy moved to England because Poseidon wanted his son safe from Zeus – for whatever reason you want to decide – he hates his mum for telling him one thing one day and another the next and he and Harry just officially begun to break down a worldwide belief in some title or the other. In my eyes, a good starter chapter.
Here are the rules:
Okay guys, random challenge time, but maybe not so random; anyway, see what you think;
DZ2's 'United They Stand' Challenge: Harry Potter/Percy Jackson Crossover
Plot:Harry Potter and Percy Jackson; one's a Hero of Olympus, the other's a Hero of Magic: to ensure the survival of both, Fate throws a curveball and sends Percy to Hogwarts at the same time as Harry, but there's a second twist.
Rules:Light, Grey or Dark Harry
Harry is a Demigod though his parent CANNOT be Poseidon
They can go to ANY House and can even be separated by House (e.g. Harry a Slytherin and Percy a Gryffindor)
At least THREE other members of Hogwarts (students or staff) must be Demigods
When Harry meets Percy, they feel a desire to stick together as friends and support one another even if they go to different Houses
Harry and Percy must either help free Luke from Kronos OR join him on his quest to overthrow Olympus
All pairings are welcome EXCEPT Harry/Hermione and Percy/Annabeth
When the duo eventually go to Camp Half Blood, they both find a friend that the other disagrees with (e.g. Percy befriends Annabeth and Harry befriends Clarisse)
Guidelines:Primordial's Son Harry
Titan's Son Harry
Dark Harry and Percy
Harry/Percy pairing
Slash
A prophecy is made foretelling their friendship and alliance
With help from their friends, Harry manages to clear Sirius' name
Forbidden:Harry/Hermione
Percy/Annabeth
Harry is the son of Poseidon
Twice-Blessed Harry and/or Percy
Harry and Percy as enemies
Other than that, it's up to you...