Alright, this intro was made well after the story was started, something that is different from what I do now so that I can sort of springboard off what I wanted to do when the file was saved. Because of this, I have to make certain assumptions. The first of these is that this was made during my Percy Jackson book binge and fanfic writing stage a few years ago, something that matches up when I look at the file's metadata. I had done a PJO idea previously and had another idea involving Harry being the son of Hades. However, like the previous idea that I had worked on I only had an idea about the origin that I wanted to give Harry rather than the story that I wanted to cover going forward. This was the main reason I dropped "Didn't see that coming," it had an interesting opening premise but nothing to really go forward with it. This story, unfortunately, is going to suffer the same fate but it's still an interesting story that did knock around in my brain for a while so it will be in the pilot repository instead.
Summary: Harry Potter is the son of Hades and was raised as a thief on the street.
Rating: K+ for this pilot.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Percy Jackson to Rick Riodoran. I only own this iteration of this idea.
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Every person on this earth from the first day they're capable of cognitive thought ask themselves three questions: Who am I? Where do we come from? Where are we going? Every person asks themselves this regardless of religion or political stance. So, who am I? Well I do apologize; I suppose that it is only proper for me to introduce myself. My name is Harry, as up until a few years ago, Potter.
My childhood was anything but fairytale-like. When I was three, or at least I think it was three, my "loving" family ditched me in London because I was a freak to them, which to an extent I agree with as I'm definitely not normal like the majority of other lads or lasses. I never knew my parents, however I had flashes of them when I slept, nor why they abandoned me to live in a veritable hellish existence. In fact, for the eight years I was a street rat I wished to meet them in order to make them pay. Anyway, for years I made my home wherever I could, subway benches, in the shade of trees in the summer, close to thermal vents in the winter, one winter I built an igloo which worked out quite well to be honest, I even slept in a miniature golf course's windmill.
I learned to survive and hunt from an early age. I stayed away from dogs and cats as they would be more likely to be noticed missing, however squirrels, rabbits, raccoons, and pond fish were fair game. I'll say this ahead of time, it's an acquired taste. I also learned how to pick pocket and steal stealthily, as money would guarantee me a meal off the pound menu at McDonald's. I snagged myself a nice pocket watch once; I still have it to this day though at times I feel I should give it back. Eventually this caught the eye of a local crime boss and I was brought into their little family. For once I had a warm and dry place to live, though I shared it with several other kids both my age and slightly older. Trust me, it got awkward when puberty rolled around for my roomies and they started for paying for cheap hookers to take care of their newfound lust. But, all in all, it wasn't that bad of a life. But when I turned twelve, things got… weird.
I always felt safe in the shadows, they felt like home. In the shadows I was invisible and invincible. Or, at least that's how I felt. People didn't see me; it was like their eyes slid over me like I didn't even exist. On my birthday, I was being chased by odd persons. They were able to find me no matter which back alley I went down or obscure path that I and a few others knew of, they were able to be right on my heels. That is, until I found myself in a shady back alley with no where else to run. My instincts were screaming at me to run, but there was nowhere to run to. Something whispered in the back of my head to run at the wall. Well, I must have pissed off the wrong persons because I could hear them right around the corner. Seeing that it was damned if I do, damned if I don't, I ran into the wall. And this is where the weird thing comes in. Instead of bouncing off of the brick wall of a London back alley, I ended up in a completely different alley and it was early morning whereas it was late afternoon in London. Walking out on the street, I found out that I was in the shadow of the Empire State Building in New York City.
I was found by a boy who called himself Grover, who I later found out was a Satyr (yes, the kind of Greek legend, notice how I didn't say 'myth'), who told me why I was special, why I was different. What was it? I was a demigod of the Greek Pantheon. Of whom? I have no idea; it's also not like Grover was going to tell me anything either. He kept making statements like 'not stating the gods names unless you're invoking a request for a blessing' as names have power. Grover was shocked that our journey to a camp in the middle of nowhere, which, why I listened to at the time still confused him to this day, was completely uneventful. When I arrived, I was brought to the overseer of the entire camp, which was called Camp Half-Blood, Mr. D and Chiron; the former of the two being Dionysius, the Greek god of wine and ecstasy, and the latter being a centaur whose claim to fame was him being a trainer of heroes of Greek legend. After watching an introductory movie which caused me to become drowsy as it looked like it was shot back during the interwar period or shortly after the Second World War, as the announcer's tone and the black and white picture sort of matched films made during that period, I was taken to the cabin belonging to Hermes. Why? Because no one knew whose kid I was and Hermes's cabin was one that all unclaimed went to until they were claimed. How long would it be until I could be claimed? Unknown. It could be hours, days, months or years before I could be claimed. Maybe never. Although, Mr. D gave me looks that said something, but at this point, I didn't know what it meant.
[At this point I lost what exactly I was going to do with this plot.]
To be continued…?
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Again, as stated above, that's all I have for this. Let me know what you think about it.
Until next time in whatever I do next.