In order to get to Olympus, which Harry learned was at the top of the Empire State Building, they had to take the elevator to the 600th floor. Mind you, there were only 102 floors listed to the human world. Harry had started to question it, but when it finally dawned on him that he had faced mythological beasts and immortal beings, he shrugged his shoulders and stepped into the elevator. The ride to the top could be compared to being apparated, but on a much more bearable level. For instance, the elevator had some sort of space effect, making your body feel ten times heavier than what it would normally be. But that was nothing compared to being twisted and mushed when apparated.

Percy shook his head when the elevator reached the 600th floor, swaying from side to side as he stepped out, "I'll never understand how you do it."

Harry grinned, getting out of the elevator unaffected, "When you've lived my kind of life, you learn to adapt." Hermione's quiet gasp drew his attention and he turned to her quickly, "What is it?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you, it's just..." Hermione nodded at the scene before them, "It's so beautiful."

Before them was a massive palace, sitting on nothing but a cloud. It was illuminated by the surrounding torches. Said torches gave off a warm light, as if Olympus was an old home everyone knew.

"Courtesy of Hestia," Annabeth said, as if she had read his mind, "She's the goddess of the hearth. Wherever her fire is, it makes the place feel like home."

"Thanks for the info," Harry smiled. He noticed Annabeth's eye drop down to his and Hermione's entangled hands and felt the need to say something, "Listen Annabeth, when we finish this meeting with the gods, I have to talk to you."

"I'm sure you do," Annabeth nodded, pulling her lips into a thin line, "But let's not get into that right now. Not when the Gods are going to be judging you for the first time."

Artemis shushed them, "Carry on with your discussion later. The gods have already started the meeting."

They walked up the cloud-formed steps, in a single file, as if they were elementary students. The clouds hardened under their feet, creating a solid walkway for them to stand on. Harry continually glanced at Hermione, unsure of how she was processing everything. On their way to the Empire State Building, Harry had tried to fill her in on as much as possible, but she seemed to register everything on another level. An un-Hermione like level.

Artemis pressed the doors to the Hall of the Gods open and disappeared from the group, appearing at her seat in essentially Titan form. The rest of the gods had assembled, all in their respective giant forms. Dionysus was present as well, which was funny to Harry. Seeing as how all the other gods were grim faced and dressed in armor, Dionysus sitting there with his flamboyant spotted shirt and beer belly upset the serious atmosphere.

"Ouch sis," Apollo winced, interrupting Harry's thoughts as he laid eyes on his sister, "You're pretty banged up. Want me to take care of that for you?"

Artemis waved her hand, "After the meeting. Father, we are all here. May we proceed now?"

"You may," Zeus nodded, rubbing his neatly-trimmed beard, "I'd like you to tell us what went on in San Francisco. It's clear to see that you're injured badly. One of Olympus' best to come back so bruised. Who is responsible for this? "

"It was Atlas who was behind it all," Artemis informed the gods, "He had captured a girl and forced her to take his burden, leaving him free to roam."

"A mortal?" Hephaestus inquired, "Impossible. The weight would've killed her immediately and the whole sky would've flattened the city."

"She's no ordinary human," Artemis looked directly at Harry, "Introduce yourself. And the girl with you."

"He's got some good gear on him," Hephaestus said to no one in particular, running his eye over Harry's guns, "Did a child of mine make those?"

"What?" Harry looked at his guns and then back to the forging god, "Oh, yes. One of your sons did."

"Interesting," Hephaestus nodded, "Alright, go ahead."

Harry stepped forward, holding Hermione close, "Um, hello Olympians. My name is Harry Potter and this Hermione Granger. We are wizards from another world."

Hermes laughed out loud, interrupting Harry's introduction as he slapped his knee, "ANOTHER WORLD! OH GODS! HAHA! THAT'S A GOOD ONE!"

"It's not a joke!" Annabeth interrupted Hermes, "I saw him fall out of the sky!"

"Father, do you remember tossing someone about?" Hermes turned in his seat, facing Zeus.

Zeus stared intently at Harry before speaking, "I would recall if I had. It's not everyday you throw someone into the sky. No, I've never seen this boy in my life."

"But there can't actually be another world that we don't know about," Hermes persisted, "Right?"

"Why don't you go ask Chaos?" Ares took out his signature hunting knife, cleaning out his nails, "Existed longer than us. He'd probably have the answers."

Hermes rolled his eyes at Ares sarcasm, "Unlike you, I don't make a habit of working with the enemy."

"Did you say something?" Ares began to glow a dark red, "Speak up little brother."

"I said~"

"That is enough," Hera silenced them, "I will not permit any fighting in the throne room. For Olympus' sake, have some self-respect."

Poseidon tried not to laugh, wiping his mouth, "Well said sister. We got so caught up in the idea of another world that we didn't even hear the young man out. You were saying?"

"Thank you Lord Poseidon," Harry addressed him correctly, "I'm not sure how I was able to land in this world unharmed, but I believe that not only are people like me, who have no intention of messing things up entering this world, but also troublemakers from my side are coming here."

"Are you saying there are evildoers coming to wreak havoc in our world?" Athena questioned, bringing her hand to her chin.

"We've got one over here." Thalia called out, in reference to Bellatrix's unconscious body.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Harry nodded, continuing, "In fact, there's already a man in this world who has caused many problems for me back in my world. He's known as...Voldemort." At the mention of Voldemort, the hearth flickered a green-ish color, darkening the room.

"This man's name produces the same effect as a certain Titan's." Aphrodite murmured, "Not good. Not good at all."

"He must be stopped at once. I assume he's mortal?" Zeus looked down at Harry.

"At first, that's what we had all believed. But after being in this world for a few weeks, I think...I think he's a demigod." Harry said, startling himself with the statement.

"But how can that be?" Demeter was practically on the edge of her seat, "You said that you don't even know how you came to arrive in this world. To suggest that is a demigod would mean~"

"Gods from our world have been going to their world for quite some years now," Hermes interrupted her, "Is his godly parent one of the Olympians?"

Harry shook his head, "No. If she was, I don't think he would have turned out the way he did. His godly parent is a minor goddess, her name is Eris."

"Oh. Her," Aphrodite sucked her teeth, "Such a troublesome woman. She was never the least bit classy."

"It seems she's also working with your enemies as well. She was even able to possess Hermione." Harry informed them.

"Wait, wait, wait," Dionysus held up a hand, "Did you say possess? Gods can't possess people."

"Hera did it to get Hercules to kill his family." Hermes pointed out.

Hera cast him a look of loathing and Hermes smiled sheepishly, "What? It's true..."

"I don't mean a quick possession," Harry went on to elaborate fully, "She was situating herself in Hermione's body. She almost took control and destroyed Hermione's soul. If I hadn't snapped Hermione out of it, Eris might've been on her way here to initiate a fight."

"Aphrodite," Dionysus turned to her, "Eros' wife Psyche, has she ever spoken of such a thing? Seeing as she is the goddess of souls and all."

Aphrodite shook her head, "In all our conversations, I have never heard of such a thing."

"I don't see what the big deal is," Ares announced loudly, "A little fighting never hurt anybody."

"We're not talking about your average scuffle, fool," Demeter ridiculed him, "The very fate of Olympus hangs in the balance."

"Which," Athena sprang up, "Brings me back to the point I made before the meeting. Should we allow our two biggest weaknesses, Thalia and Percy, to live?"

"Wait, what." Percy's jaw dropped open.

"We all know it," Athena continued, "A half-blood of the eldest gods shall reach sixteen against all odds and etc. Thalia worries me more than Percy, seeing as how she is fifteen, teetering on the age of the prophecy."

"I can personally say that Thalia will never be the cause of Olympus's destruction." Artemis countered.

"Oh really?" Ares turned to her, "She's got our Father's blood in her, how can you be so sure?"

"Ares..." Zeus warned him.

"Sorry Pops," Ares grinned, "Go on Arty, tell us why."

"From this day forward," Artemis continued, "Thalia shall be my lieutenant and serve as second in-command for my Hunters."

"But how?" Harry looked back at Zoë, who was now leaning against Thalia, "I thought you were the lieutenant."

"You can't be lieutenant if you aren't a Hunter." Zoë smiled weakly.

"I don't understand," Harry looked from Artemis to Zoë, "What happened?"

"It is a story she can tell you herself, on her own time, but now that it is known, Thalia is no longer a concern," Artemis sat back in her throne, "Put her out of the spotlight."

"That leaves one fish out of water," Athena looked at Percy, "I must say, I'm not very fond of you Perseus."

"Yes Ma'am." Percy nodded, literally looking like a fish out of water.

"But I am," Hephaestus smiled at Percy, "You're very entertaining and following your life provides much joy for those who watch Hephaestus TV."

"Thanks?" Percy wasn't sure how to take that.

"Give us a good reason why we shouldn't blast you into smithereens right now," Ares barked, "Otherwise you're just a liability."

"No one will be blasting my son," Poseidon eyed both Ares and Athena, "Unless you really want a war on your hands."

"Ares, you should be the last to talk of liability," Hermes started again, "Stealing the Master Bolt? I'm surprised Dad didn't chain you to a rock like he did Prometheus."

"You know what Hermes?" Ares sat forward, "You've got a lot to say about me but never want to mention your son that is working with the enemy. Why? Because you abandoned him. How about that?"

Harry saw Hera whisper something to Zeus, who nodded before straightening his posture, "Let's do it this way," Zeus said, shutting down all the on-going arguments, "We'll put it to a vote. Those against the idea of killing Perseus, say I."

All the gods, except for Athena, Ares and Dionysus made their voices heard.

"If we destroy heroes who do us a great favor, then we are no better than the Titans. If this is Olympian justice, I will have none of it." Artemis crossed her arms.

"Well said, my dear niece," Poseidon nodded, "Years of control just to act more Tyrannical

"I guess that's that," Apollo clapped his hands, "Are we free to go? 'Cause I promised these four humans I'd do them a favor and sing in their band."

"Apollo, what have I told you about interacting with mortals?" Zeus sighed, facepalming.

"C'mon Dad," Apollo whined like a teenager, "They're not making me human. I'm just having fun!"

"Yes," Zeus shook his head, "This meeting is adjourned." Within seconds, Demeter, Apollo, Dionysus, Ares, Aphrodite, Athena, Hephaestus and Hermes disappeared. The only gods that remained were Artemis, Zeus, Hera and Poseidon.

"You all are free to go," Zeus waved a hand at the questers, "Unless you'd like some form of transportation."

Harry noticed that Hera had been looking in his direction, but when they made eye contact Hera looked away. Unsure of what that meant, he tuned back into the conversations around him. Artemis had placed a hand on Thalia's shoulder and was speaking to her, Zoë and Bianca.

"No thanks," Percy shook his head, rejecting Zeus's offer, "We'll be alright. See you around Uncle, Dad."

"I still have questions though," Harry faced the king of the gods before him, "How do we deal with Voldemort? Can I go back to my own world? And if I can, how?"

"My dear boy," Zeus placed a hand on his shoulder, "I can't tell you if you will ever return to your own world, but as for this Voldemort fellow, we just have to wait for him to make a move."

Harry nodded although he was unsatisfied with the answer. He had to get back to his world and warn the wizarding world of more than one enemy. But he couldn't blame the gods. After all, there was only so much they knew. And seeing as how the news of another world shocked them, he definitely didn't expect them to teleport him back anytime soon.

As soon as they set foot in Camp Half-Blood, Thalia, Zoë, Harry and Hermione headed straight for the infirmary. Zoë's case was as simple as some bandages and ambrosia. Hermione, on the other hand, was advised to go see Dionysus.

When Harry got to Dionysus's room, he was told to leave Hermione alone while Dionysus conducted his examination. As sketchy a god Dionysus was, Harry had no doubt that when it came down to it, the wine god could be reliable in some cases. He doubled back to the infirmary and was glad to find Thalia and Bianca still by Zoë's side.

"Hey," Harry waved as he entered the room, "How she's feeling?"

"She is awake," Zoë's eyes rolled open, "I have a name you know."

Bianca grinned, "Does that answer your question?"

"She's well enough to respond with sass, so yes," Harry nodded with a grin, "Now, you mind explaining to me how in Tartarus you became lieutenant?" He aimed this question at Thalia.

"Zoë, you wanna handle this one?" Thalia looked down at their sick comrade.

"Why not?" Zoë shrugged, sitting up with Bianca's help, "Assuming you know the basics about the Hunters, immortal and etc, the immortality comes with a catch. As long as we stay pure and abstain from men, our youth will never fade and we will never die. However, when it comes to the battlefield, if we are defeated, we lose our immortality."

"Wait, you lost in battle?" Harry couldn't believe it, leaning against the door, "How?"

"Atlas, Father of the year by the way, threw her against the rocks," Thalia chipped in, "And apparently, although none of us noticed, while fending off the Ladon, she was bit. When Atlas crushed her bones, the poison from the Ladon started to sink in. She would've died right there if it wasn't for Bianca."

Harry looked at Bianca in shock, "You healed her?"

"I didn't do a good job!" Bianca hurriedly discredited herself, strands of her black hair falling out of their bind and down in front of her face, "She's still banged up after all."

"What are you saying?" Zoë winced as she turned to face the young Hunter, "You brought me back when I was on the edge of death! Have a little more pride in yourself!"

Bianca's cheeks turned bright red, "I-It was nothing."

"Aw Zoë, you got her to stutter," Thalia was clearly loving every minute of this, "That's a keeper."

"Come on you guys!" Bianca flailed her arms like a child, "Stop teasing me!"

Harry laughed, thankful to dispel the dark mood his mind had been in for quite a while, "I need that. Thanks you guys."

"No probs," Thalia flashed him a thumbs up, "In fact..." She trailed off as she stared at something behind him. Harry turned around and came face to face with his Gryffindor friend and partner in crime, Hermione Granger. She was visibly stronger, her normal vigor and bounce evident and visible with one look. Her brown eyes were glossy, filled with life. Not at all like the dull, soulless orbs he had stared into when Eris had first left her body.

"Hello." He said sheepishly.

"Hello yourself," Hermione elbowed him in the chest, "Aren't you going to introduce me? And it has to be a proper introduction. Now that I'm fully functional and all."

"Dionysus healed you?" Harry jumped up.

"That's Mr. Dionysus," Hermione corrected him, "Once you get to know him, he's actually a very nice person. And yes, he did heal me."

Harry hugged her tightly, "Oh thank the Gods. I was worried he wouldn't be able to do anything."

Hermione returned his hug, squeezing the life out of him, "Introduce me, you ninny!"

Coincidentally, Percy and Annabeth entered the room, most likely to check up on Zoë's condition.

"You guys showed up at the right time," Harry smiled, "Thalia, Annabeth, Bianca, Zoë, Percy, this is Hermione Granger, one of my best friend."

"Nice to meet all of you," Hermione waved, "Thanks for taking care of my knuckle-headed friend here."

"Harry had nothing but good things to say about you," Percy grinned, "He told me you have some prankster twins in your world?"

"Yeah, Fred and George Weasley. They're definitely the two jokers in the deck." Hermione nodded.

"I was telling him about two friends of mine, Travis and Connor, they're also twins that like to play pranks. Maybe you could take back some novelty items for your prankster twins." Percy suggested.

Annabeth tugged on Harry's shirt enough to get his attention. Her eyes flicked to the door and Harry nodded. "Guys, Annabeth and I have to go talk to Charlie about my weapons," Harry lied on the spot, "We'll catch you guys later, alright?"

"We're not going anywhere," Thalia waved him off, "Take your time."

He exited the room and Annabeth followed suit. They didn't speak until they were out of the infirmary and on a whole other floor. Annabeth twirled the beads on her Camp Half-Blood making the silence between them even more chilling. Harry could not think of anything to say if his life depended on it. Thankfully Annabeth spoke, shattering the sharp silence:

"So you and Hermione were like that after all."

"No, no, no," Harry shook his head, eager to clear up the misunderstanding, "I was only holding her hand because she needed me to be there for her."

"Be there for her like a boyfriend or boy friend?" Annabeth inquired.

"Boy friend," Realizing that his answer was not distinguishable, he went on, "Annabeth, when I met her, she was like a child, scared beyond belief. I had to give her the helping hand she needed in order to go on. What if you were me and Hermione had been Thalia?"

"Alright, I get it," Annabeth nodded, putting her hand up, "Then describe us. Describe our relationship. What are we?"

This was the question of the hour, a question Harry was prepared to answer, "I like you Annabeth and I mean that in a boy-likes-girl way. But...I'm going to leave this world one way or another. I have to get back to my own world and warn them of what we're up against. It wouldn't make sense to get together."

"But we can still~"

"What good would it do us?" Harry cut her off, posing the question, "Attractions are deepened and then ultimately ended when I leave. We'll just regret it for the rest of our lives."

Annabeth looked down, "I know I'm not as special as the witches in your world but I wouldn't...I wouldn't be a downgrade."

Harry placed his hands on her shoulders, "I have never once thought that. But be honest, you can't say you love me and I can't say I love you. It's better to end things now before they even start. Unless..."

"Unless?" Annabeth perked up.

"Unless you'd be willing to come with me?" Harry said in a questioning tone.

Annabeth shook her head, "I can't. This world is all I've ever known."

"Same here," Harry sighed and then held out his hand, "Let's make it official."

"Sure but I need to know how it would've felt if I had kissed you. May I?" Annabeth asked, her cheeks starting to flush.

"Go ahead..." Harry trailed off as Annabeth brought their lips together. Although it was wrong of him, Harry couldn't help but compare Annabeth and Hermione. With Hermione, Harry had initiated the kiss and because of such, tried not to be so forceful. Annabeth however, had started the kiss and was actually the one putting the pressure on him. He didn't know what to think, he only knew that he liked it.

Annabeth pulled back, "You were my first. So don't you dare forget me Harry Potter."

"I won't," Harry promised, never taking his eyes off her, "You can bet on that."

She patted his chest, "Alright. Friends? And I mean just friends."

"Of course, of course," Harry nodded, "Now do you think we could head back and~"

"Wait just a minute," A woman stepped out of the shadows and into the light, "I need to speak to you Harry."

"Queen Hera?" Annabeth covered her mouth, "I~Sorry, I wasn't here. I'll leave you two alone."

"And I trust you won't mention a word of this?" Hera glanced at Annabeth.

"I swear." Annabeth bowed respectfully and left the room in a hurry, meeting Harry's eyes as she raced past. That made Harry uneasy. He had been told stories of Hera and how merciless she could be when enraged. But he hadn't done anything to offend her had he?

"No, you are not going to be cursed," Hera said, plucking thoughts from his mind, "I just wanted to see my son."

"Your son?" Harry looked around, expecting someone else to be there, "Is that in reference to me?"

"Yes, you silly boy," Hera pulled him into a hug, much to his surprise, "Although I had hoped to never see you in this world."

"This doesn't make any sense," Harry ducked out from her arms, shaking his head, "My Mother is Lily Potter, a human. In another world. How can you possibly be~"

"Your father is James Potter and his silly friends used to call him Prongs," Hera started to recite facts only his mother would know, "He was never very nice to Snape, which annoyed me but he was a man I grew fond of. I guess you could say he reminded me of Zeus. There was a certain kind of...commanding air about him."

"But you're...you're the goddess of marriage!" Harry pointed out the obvious, "You shouldn't, you wouldn't! How?!"

Hera covered his mouth, "Not so loud. Do you want the whole camp to hear us?"

"Sorry." Harry apologized, looking down. He couldn't help but equate this to a typical scolding a mother would give. It fit in all too well. Hera was his Mum. That would explain why she had been staring at him in the throne room.

"It's alright," Hera exhaled, "I understand your confusion and the truth is, you shouldn't exist. If Zeus knew, gods, if Zeus knew he'd unleash horrors unheard of onto your world. That's why he must never know."

"But why tell me?" Harry questioned, still confused, "Wouldn't it have been better to keep it to yourself?"

"It might've been, but I didn't want to miss this chance. Your my son Harry," She ran her thumbs under his eyes in a slow motion, getting a good look at him, "You've been through so much and you didn't even know the truth."

"The truth?" Harry blinked, the color draining from his face in "About what?"

"The Great Prophecy. Everyone's been worried about Thalia and Percy but they don't know about you." Hera smiled sadly.

"About me..." Harry's mind dug up lines of the Great Prophecy, 'A half blood of the eldest gods shall reach sixteen against all odds...'

"I could be the one the prophecy is talking about," Harry said with realization, looking Hera in the eyes, "I have two prophecies to deal with. Are you kidding me?!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hera held Harry's face steady, "Your prophecy in the other world is set in stone, there's no changing it. But over here, you have two other people to share the burden with. Relax."

"I don't know Mum, I~" Harry stopped himself, "Can I call you that?"

"Well I don't expect you to call me Queen every time. I would actually prefer it if you called me Mum." Hera beamed.

"Alright well Mum," Harry joked, "There are still some things I'm unsure about."

"Like what?" Hera took a seat in one of the wooden chairs.

"Well for one," Harry grabbed a chair and brought it closer to her, "My~Lily Potter's hair is auburn red and her eyes are green. But your hair is dark black and you have brown eyes." Hera snapped her fingers and turned into the image of Harry's mother, facial features and all, right down to the eyes his teachers always commented on.

"Anything else?" Hera sat back, clearly pleased with herself.

"Lily Potter died, but you're here. Did you fake your death? And when she died, her death caused a charm against Voldemort to stick with me until I'm 16. How is this possible?"

Hera clapped her hands together, "Clearly I'm not dead. That answers your first question. As for question number two, I faked my death. And number three, I placed that charm on you. Although that other world has its own old magic, I added my own spell that would last you until you're sixteen, because I expected that by then you'd be able to protect yourself."

"Wow," Harry looked at her in shock, "I still can't believe...Why did you have to leave?"

"There are many things that can be done when passing between the worlds," Hera told him, starting to stand, "For instance, the twenty-one years I spent in your world translated into three days that I was absent from Olympus."

"Like the Space-Time Theory." Harry snapped his fingers, "So does my world move slower or...?"

Hera hugged him, "I have to go. I can sense Zeus's activeness. He's probably looking for me."

"So this is goodbye. Right Mum?" Harry asked, looking up at her.

Hera nodded, "Maybe...I don't know, maybe we'll meet again. I love you Harry."

"I love you too Mum." Harry pulled back from the hug.

"Now..." Hera tilted her head, "Mind explaining that kiss with Athena's daughter?"

"Oh my gods Mum!" Harry covered his face, "You don't spy on your child like that!"

"Spy?" Hera waved her hand, "I'm the Queen of the Gods, nothing escapes me. Do you like her?"

"Mum, drop it." Harry shook his head, his face growing red, "Seriously, we just ended this conversation. It didn't work out."

"Oh," Hera rubbed his back, "Well, there's plenty more fish in the sea."

"Yeah, I know," Harry rolled his eyes, "Isn't Zeus going to be looking for you? You should probably go."

"You're right, you're right," Hera smiled, "Goodbye Harry."

"Bye Mum." Harry watched her phase into light and disappear.

A/N - My dear readers, can I ask what you guys read on? For example: phone, desktop, laptop, tablet, etc. Thanks for staying supportive and leaving reviews!