Disclaimer: Does my story look canon? Am I making profit? Nope; Therefore not mine.
Authors Note: I know it took me a while to get this out, but hopefully its worth it. I've been so busy with real life, and then I got addicted to this awesome site called Icepets. (If y'all join could y'all please state that y'all were referred by me. My username is Peanut_7396.) By a landslide, Thalia won the vote to be paired up with Harry. Enjoy the story as Harry makes lots of scenes. I do so love a Harry Potter that actually isn't just a rash Gryffindor. :D
Harry was only slightly ruffled by the discussion that had just taken place. His biggest pet peeve was those who wanted to treat him like a kid. For someone who won a war with dumb luck, he came out pretty okay. What really irked him was that so many considered his victory to be an accident. No one looked beyond the defeat, to see Harry's Mastery in Practical Magic or the friends that had abandoned him.
The green-eyed young man looked over to his brother, Nico, who had followed him over to their cabin. Glancing around the room, Harry asked Nico what he would prefer in decor.
Nico was shook out of his thoughts when his brother asked him a question. "What was that?" ,Nico asked, he had thought about how Chiron acted towards Harry. It was almost like how the campers treated him, yet the centaur wouldn't judge Harry on the basis of being a child of Hades. Would he?
Harry repeated the question, "What kind of stuff would you like?"
The younger boy loved the color blue, so he answered, "Could you make my side of the room's theme blue, like a midnight blue? Other than that, I don't care." Guessing that he needed to get out-of-the-way, he stood by the doorway, waiting for something to happen.
Harry nodded, concentrating on two build-in twin beds forming into the cabins walls on both sides of the room. On Nico's side, he added a midnight blue with blue-black swirls bed set, an ebony dresser and side table. A simple set up. If Nico needed something else, all he would have to do is ask.
Starting on his side, he envisioned an emerald bed set with a black design on comforter. He un-shrunk his chest and moved it to the end of his bed. Going with the same wood he chose for his brother's side, he created an ebony bookshelf and dresser. Nodding to himself, Harry waved his hand and his books appeared on the shelf. The wonders of magic still amazed him.
Taking a glance at the room, he felt a sense of pride. "So what do you think?", he asked Nico.
Nico liked his side of the room, it was nothing too different. Normal. Grinning, he gave Harry a hug.
Harry stiffened for a moment before relaxing into the hold. It caught him by surprise when the younger boy hugged him suddenly. He was so used to limited contact, other than attacks on his person. He wondered if it ever crossed Nico's mind that he never described his home life. Oh well, it was subject he got used to avoiding. Just because he had a somewhat caring family now, didn't make a difference now.
"Lets go walk take a walk. I'll explain my situation to the camp at dinner time." Harry said drawing himself out of the hug, and while placing an arm around Nico. "So do you have any favorite animals, or likes/dislikes?", He asked trying to get to know his new little brother. It was a pity they had only met now.
"Well, my favorite color is obviously blue, and my fave animal is the Three-Headed Dog. Specifically Cerberus, I play with him when I visit the underworld." Nico chatted on, glad to be a kid for once without someone telling what he should and should not do. His half-brother seemed to be the type to let him do whatever as long as no harm came to him. Percy had a tendency to try to control him, he may a pre-teen, but he wasn't a baby. Continuing on, "I like games, especially trading card games...", He rambled on until Harry led them to the dining hall.
Harry had listened to Nico babble on about himself, it was soothing. It kept him distracted from the speech he would have to give front of the camp. He knew he wouldn't be accepted very easily, not only was the son of Hades, he was the Master of Death. Not many liked that title, Persephone only tolerated him due to his father's blood. So it shocked him when Dionysus seemed to like his cold attitude. At least he wasn't easily killed off, then he would have a real issue.
He told Nico to go sit down at Hades Table, and then went up to the staff table. Waiting for the entire camp to quiet down, he watched interaction between Nico and the campers. It was as if he didn't exist, either that or they openly despised him.
"Ahem," Harry started once it got quiet, "I'm Harry Potter, son of Hades, also Master of Death. I'm here for your protection, it seems my Father and Chiron have deemed it necessary for me to stay here and protect the camp. As I have had no real training as a demigod, I will be learning beside you. If you have any questions, ask now. Not later."
The room talked among themselves, for a moment before someone spoke up. Realizing that this person was Percy Jackson, he listened.
"If you are to be training with us, how are you supposed to protect us? We have been doing fine keeping the monsters out by ourselves!" Percy huffed, his chest puffing out.
Harry rolled his eyes, he hated self-righteous prats. It was bad enough he had been accused of being one, back when he was a James Potter look-a-like. Feeling snarky, he answered , "Did you miss the cabin forming out of no-where? Or the invisibility when me and my brother arrived? So I'm not trained in sword fighting, I have a better defense and offence than many others, as you will soon find out. Anymore questions?"
A girl from the Aries cabin raised her hand. Calling on her, she asked, "What do you mean by Master of Death?"
"Very good question! I was wondering when that would be asked. It means I am an immortal, with the power to control death. No, I can not bring a person back to life, but I can call ones spirit from the grave. Does that answer all of your questions? Good." He couldn't help the end, it came out a bit sugary sweet.
He walked over to the food area to grab him a plate. Filling it, he sent half to it to the fire, sending a prayer to Hades to not lose his temper. The rest of the way to the table, he was left muttering about having to explain his situation to the camp.