Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and their attaching, plots, characters, and fan-bases.

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Chapter 2

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Harry Becomes a Wizard-Again!

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It was either this world really hated him, or that this world rained cars. Which to be honest would explain why no one was reacting to the thirteen foot giant that he could see down way from him still in last throw position. Apparently badly dressed super large one-eyed giants were as common place as raining cars, stupid hell worlds.

When the very slow giant with no magic of its own (but still apparently a magic creature because not everyone can have laser-beam eyes), realized that he had not died a squishy death he went for another car. Go figure, if at first you don't succeed because of poor aim, with an overly flashy, surprise losing first attack… Try that very same attack again without changing anything but your opponent's new awareness of you and your attempt to squash them. Harry was so shocked by this very obvious and non-Disney related magical creature that he stood right where he turned around.

Not that this changed anything all things considered. The giant still had poor aim and Harry was more than aware of just how temperamental full blooded giants could be and just how stupid for that matter that he quickly banished the car right back to the giant. The shocked look on the giants face was actually a bit quicker than he remembered them being in his own world, so maybe they were slightly smarter here? Only slightly however because despite seeing the car coming for him the giant still stood there like Harry's banishing charm could be as badly aimed as his own throwing was.

A cry of outrage followed and for a moment Harry thought it was the pedestrians watching all of this in fascination and maybe giants were endangered creatures here or something when he saw it. Well seeing it was less the word he was looking for than the one that he could think of at the moment but he recognized emotionally manipulative charms when he saw them. Either this giant had magic going for him or there was something else going on here.

His crowd of gawkers were getting antsy and not in the lets go get help and the police and report this kind of way. But the ooh its bad guys lets lay low and then tell the media about how brave we are and how harrowing the experience was. With as much media backlash as Harry had suffered throughout his many seventeen years of age you learned to recognize such a thing.

Harry just to be an asshole with whatever magical force out there that was doing this cast out a few over powered cheering charms. Nothing like a cheering charm to help get you through life threatening situations. It would have been marvelously useful back in his second year when he was facing off a nameless evil serpent bent on ruining his social life. Then the students could have been less focused on his apparently evil dark lord ways and more focused on the cheerful looming reflections of eyes of doom that were really important. Of course considering all those miserable assholes he could no longer take vengeance against being worlds away he really, really hoped that that enormous snake had began to smell by now filling the whole castle and since he was the only living person who spoke the password that they just had to live with the smell.

It probably wasn't the best idea for Harry to lose focus like that all things considered. Or so said the motorcycle that fell short of smashing into him but still managed to drag him along in momentum when hit clipped him in passing.

Harry rushed up charged with the life threatening situation high off adrenaline and self-importance. He fired off his first reducto curse, but this giant was smarter than the rapidly swelling surface of his head would suggest and blocked it with another car, before chucking the remains at him. While this missed as well it came dangerously close to the now cheerful witnessing pedestrians so high on cheering charm and whatever the other magic was trying to feed them that they barely got out of the way.

As it was the building behind them caught most of the damage tearing a hole in the side of it. Harry turned back to his opponent taking this a bit more seriously now as the giant began a suicidal forward charge. It was certainly faster than he was being so long in leg, and a lot stronger too. So Harry was quick to try and stop his charge, while closeness meant an easier target to aim at it also meant that the brute had easier access with landing a hand on him and Harry couldn't remember how magic resistant the giants as a people were.

Hermione had told him once, Hagrid too probably but he either hadn't been listening or had forgotten it by now. Bugger.

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It was all over the news by the next night. A terrorist attack, turned magic show, turned drugs in the water, turned block party that got out of hand. No one seemed quite sure. Granted there had been plenty of witnesses, but none of them were really deemed all that credible. This due to the fact that more than half of them had been so happy to tell them the absolutely ridiculous and highly unbelievable story that a giant had been throwing cars at a teenage boy fighting with a stick that shot light beams, that shot phaser beams like on Star Trek but cooler so much cooler, because instead of stunning of killing he got one on the giant dude that turned him into that terribly ugly traffic blocking pin cushion before literally disappearing.

While the other smaller section of the witnesses who hadn't been there but arrived after the possible fight started claimed that some street gang members got into a turf war and one of them had a chopper arrive and drop a bolder on top of the rival gang member before running from the scene shooting off his gun to keep away pursuers.

Both stories could be easily fact checked and both of their stories just didn't match the facts as the officers had them. There had been no choppers in the area, much less one's employed by gangsters that no one but the members of this block had seen. Which was the smallest elephant in the room. The next was that despite their claims of thrown cars and property damage which actually had been heard streets away which is why police where there now, no such damage existed. Despite witnesses claiming that the boy's "stick phaser" also repaired and set right to all the damages. There was also no body underneath the large and ugly traffic blocking pin cushion.

With no story matching the facts of the case and all witnessing falling in one of the two groups of witness statements, the police were quick to check for hallucinogens. All of the witnesses save a random few who later claimed to have known nothing all along, showed signs of impairment of some kind. However a mass screen test of the known wide market drugs had them temporarily quarantining the area to test the water and air. When this came to nothing the police eventually had to let it go, it was either two rival cults that needed to learn to cooperate or a block party that needed to start observing city noise ordinances. Either way this was no longer their jurisdiction and they were far too happy to wipe their hands of it.

Their peeved "witnesses/suspects" were far less happy now that there was no magical being holding sway over their rather volatile emotions. The string of disapproving letters and later carpeted law suits gave a small idea of just how not happy they were.

Harry meanwhile was quite happy to be leaving New York, if less happy that he had tried to read one of his magic books on the bus and now had both a headache and nausea. Which actually only cemented his dislike of reading and learning in general. It figured the moment he would be high on learning that giants were highly magically vulnerable to transfiguration and wanted to learn more about it bad things happened to him. It also didn't help that he was five hours away from his next layover and had a small child kicking the back of his seat keeping him from sleeping.

It took three hours before its mother drifted off, how she could do this while the child was screaming at the top of his lungs Harry didn't know. It was just bad manners to let your child annoy other people in public places. Harry whipped around standing up and cast a stupefy at the little loud mouthed brat and then sat back down.

Harry got his first standing ovation. Apparently good deeds are rewarded. Of course this could be because the rest of the passengers thought he just called the child "stupid", and that that was what silenced the child and not that he used supernatural powers against a defenseless eight year old child, that he had no idea if it would affect the people of this world the same way as it did those of his own. For that matter three hours of listening to the spoiled brat there was little to any chance that he would have cared or they would had they known.

Harry's next bus was if possible worse, somehow the loo on the bus had broken half-way and the stench of human fecal matter was filling the bus because someone had the bright idea of trying those random road side dinner breakfast burritos and now everyone else had to suffer for them. A bubble head charm was quickly applied to himself which while it didn't filter what smell was already trapped in it wouldn't allow other such smell to enter.

Had Harry mentioned that he loved magic? Because he did, he loved magic, and he loved magic even more when it wasn't regulated by a corrupt ministry of magic. Of course then someone just had to come and not just rain but piss on his parade. No not someone, in fact it was at that moment Harry would meet his arch-nemesis. In fact years after this meeting Harry would look back on this and reconsider many of his life choices because he didn't want to give this jackass the privilege of being re-thought or remembered by himself.

That's right Harry met the Mist. Or rather as Harry didn't know what Mist was, and knew mist itself as condensed suspended water vapor… A more appropriate name would be: the ambient magic of this world, and since that is kind of a long name, he nickname it Jackass for short.

He became aware of the sudden change in moods of those around him. All of them probably jealous of his magical skill and forethought. So when jealousy wasn't paramount of the emotions he was feeling he noticed it. It was the same magical manipulation that had affected the crowd earlier when he was fighting the giant!

It couldn't be the giant though he had put enough magic in that "acceptable" grade, pin cushion for a week! There was no way it could change back this quickly especially considering his magical susceptibility! So it must be something else, something that was screwing with him! Whoever or more accurately whatever it was because none of the people he was seeing now even remotely resembled anyone familiar to him, nor for that matter what a typical wizard might look like attempting to blend in with muggles. So it had to be something else. Had he possibly been tagged with a bad luck charm or something?

Harry didn't know of any object or spell that could create bad luck, although there might be a potion for that, but with magic anything was possible. Except you know, clearing his good name when everyone inevitably freaked out over something he was in some small or large way linked to. It was probably Snape's fault. Possibly a very round about in the I-really-hate-you-but-love-your-dead-mother-and-swore-a-life-vow-partly-to-stay-out-of-prison-to-make-sure-you-didn't-die-before-me, kind of way of "protecting" him. You know the one of all sadly misunderstood but really a good guy deep, deep, deep, very deep down?

Well someone had their wires crossed somewhere and Harry was only marginally sure that his weren't that badly messed up. So back to this magic that was trying to effect the passengers around him into thinking he was a bad guy. Which by the way was totally a dick move to pull on the new guy to this world. You'd think they would try to get to know him first or something. Or you know try to make sure that he was indeed a bad guy and not going to use this opportunity to make the other guy look bad by ending the magic.

Harry cast a quick finite that cancelled the magic that he was sure was affecting his fellow travelers. Of course if nothing was and it was simply his golden personality that was changing the minds of his fellows nothing would happen. A shattering sound like breaking glass however deterred that notion quick and in a hurry. For one because Harry had never heard magic make an actual sound when ending it before unless it was already making noise before it died. What the hell?

Not that that stopped it however as just as quickly as the magic stopped and the other passengers on the bus returned to their generally dismissive attitudes it started again. It was nothing he could feel or see, it was more witnessing the people being effected by the spell. Watching as their eyes sort of clouded over for a second before their posture abruptly changed. Harry cast a finite again.

Another shattering sound and the current victims resettled into their chairs and again returned to their dismissive attitudes. Harry passed the next half an hour in the same manner before his current opponent finally gave up. At least in that endeavor. He was bothered by an annoying buzzing sound for the next two minutes before he cast a silencing charm on the air around him. When this seemed to fail the two magical presences spent the rest of the bus ride thwarting each other. Much to the frustration of the other passengers on the bus. This more because it was night and every time Harry cast a spell it lit up the bus.

By the end of the ride Harry had been told no less than thirty seven times to knock it off and let decent people sleep. The other passengers all hated him, all without the help of the other magical presence. He was not kicked off the bus nor was he "politely" told never to come back, because he cast thirty eight obliviate charms. Which was probably why he got so many people repeatedly telling him to stop it with the light show, including the bus-driver twelve times before everyone just ignored him and blamed (rightfully) their suddenly ever present headaches on the inconsiderate asshole strobe-lighting the bus randomly.

Harry had to at the end of the bus ride and in a new town admit that the jackass had gotten what he had wanted and every buddy hated him for no reason. Well no reason that they should remember anyway. Of course this was just guessing he didn't exactly know how well to control the memory charm, or for that matter how it worked or how much memory it took from the individual in question. Of course since the people he used it on didn't end up as drooling puddles of Lockhart maybe it had to do with how much magic he put into it and not the intent behind his command. Which had been something along the lines of "stop bothering me". However since this hadn't stopped the rather persistent driver he either needed a more specific intent or more magic… something to look into at any rate.

Eventually the magical presence had attached itself to the guy and that funny cloudy over eye thing happened and Harry just to be an ass to the Jackass that had been bothering him for the last many hours cast a cheering charm at the driver. That's right Harry a billion because he was just awesome, Jackass zero.

Well somehow and some way Harry had ended up in Killeen, Texas, which was apparently right next to the military post things and was a popular destination for people in New York with two layovers. Harry really needed to find a better travels agent, his non-existent trouble avoidance meter needed some tweaking. How many other people could say that they went to one of the few places in this world with big enough resources to strap him to a cannon and blast his magic ass into outer-space, and you know there was a military post with solders and other weapons nearby too? Harry was that's who.

Well there was an easy fix for this illegal alien, yes there was, he would just keep his head down and nothing bad would happen until after he left. Yes that would be exactly what happened. Just for added effect Harry looked down at his Mickey Mouse sneakers and began walking.

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It was all over the news, some kid had derailed traffic. Which was rather odd because he hadn't actually been in traffic rather he had pointed a stick at the ground and conjured a grizzly bear before climbing on the bear's back of all things in full view of the news camera reporting on some rather historic temperature highs and lows for the year. Also caught on camera was the load bearing semi that also saw the boy climb onto the bear's back and its subsequent trip to a ditch which threw its entire load of tractor trailers all over the main town's highway. While in most circumstances the boy would have been charged with something for the mess, the books discovered in the unconscious truck drivers cabin showed that he hadn't actually slept in the last twenty-one hours and had tried and successfully until now kept an "official record" of his stops and not the very clearly illegal one with list of bribery's to cargo inspectors.

The news of the hereto unknown magician in Texas spread like wildfire though. This world had none of the ancient muggle ignorance spreader spell and wards of Harry's old world. That's right, this world's people were as ignorant and stupid as it wanted to be, with gods and their attaches filtering the bare minimum with the Mist. So when the people saw this incredible feat of what could only be illusion the pursuit began.

The Killeen Daily Herald was the first one to track him down at an inexpensive motel. They were quick to sell the story to the KCEN News station who quickly hounded the poor boy for a quote on his actions. Entirely clothed in Disney memorabilia he made a funny picture standing there with his thick glasses and English accent. Karen Borta came all the way from Waco, Texas just to interview him hoping to bolster her career.

"This is Karen Borta with the KCEN News, here with Harry Potter the boy who was seen with a bear in Killeen Texas. Can you tell me how you came upon the bear Mr. Potter?"

"Course I can, I walked up behind him and climbed on his back." He smiled into the camera.

"That's interesting, can you tell me why?"

"Well, I was cold and didn't want to transfigure a jacket from a rock 'cause it always feels like a rock and forgot my warming charm so a bear was my next best idea." The boy on screen scratched his head. The neatly pressed woman took a small step back from him an uncertain look on her face.

"Transfigure?" The way she said that one word left no question to the audience she thought she had found a crazy person.

"Yes, it's where you turn one object into something else."

"I see." She said in a way that said more that she knew for sure she found a crazy person.

"Not really, muggles don't handle magic well, and that's why you burned a bunch of other muggles and Agatha-the-odd thirty-some-times a long time ago. At least I think so…"

"Muggles?" Karen muttered to her camera man and crew, one of which members was signaling to her to wrap this up. Crazy wasn't popular for the ratings.

"You guys have more problems though, 'cause when I do this..." He demonstrated pulling out a stick and tapped it to his shirt changing its colors from white to red to blue.

"You start to get cloudy eyes, so I just-" a light enveloped the crew, "cast a quick cheering charm and your back to normal, I guess…"

A much more responsive news crew leveled the boy with awe and sudden understanding.

"So you're a magician. Are you touring right now? Who is your manager, he must be particularly clever to have planted you in front of the morning news like that." Karen moved closer now, engaging back into the conversation now that his eccentric behavior was so easily explained away and high on a cheering charm.

"I'm not a magician! I'm a wizard. It's much more respectable." Karen took this in stride however it wasn't the first marketing ploy to try to drum up business she'd seen in her short career after all. Harry would then speak the fateful words that would forever change his life in this world.

"Just touring, on vacation, what happened this morning was an accident didn't know the camera was there did I. So no manager for me."

"Are you planning on making a show of your talent?"

"Dun-no, don't you need a card thingy for that, I'm just on vacation here, don't think I could make anything of it anyway muggles don't know much about magic." The clip abruptly cut off and Karen was now standing outside of the motel where she had been speaking to Harry Potter.

"You heard it here first on KCEN News back to you…"

It was news that traveled like wild-fire and within a week no less than seven prospective managers managed to track Harry down after he left the motel and wandered around. However Harry had no real interest in doing magic shows, mostly because though they were offering to get him this "work permit" thing and attaching paperwork, he had no identification, no passport nothing and telling them was out of the question.

That was of course until one Edward (Eddie) Fitzgerald retired New York police officer and wannabe famous manager found him. Now Eddie was a rather special person, in so much that he was a rather well connected individual, not a dirty ex-cop per-say, a very good friend to people he knew were dirty. Some of which owed him some rather substantial favors. It didn't take a genius to follow the "wizard" he left a trail a mile wide. The problem with this particular trail was that its beginning started in rather questionable circumstances.

This Harry Potter had no records entering the country that he could find. He had no passport on record under that name that was recently arrived in country. He could be tracked to Florida, New York and now Texas. He disappears in Florida and appears in New York matching the descriptions given by two incidents in a span of a few hours before high tailing it out of there on the first available bus. It was pretty easy to figure out that Harry Potter was either on the run or was an illegal, probably both.

Now Eddie had no particular talents of his own, his looks were nothing to write home about and he was twice divorced and looking to rise up from his circumstances. Attaching himself to a soon to be famous person or talent was his only way up as he saw it. So how better to do this than attach himself to someone who couldn't dump him for better things because he knew the secrets he was trying to hide and who needed his contacts?

Eddie met Harry Potter on March 31, 1988 and conned himself into being Harry's manager. By June he had from his contacts legal papers for Harry to work and tour. Harry's first show was on June 20, 1988 in Dallas, Texas. Eddie had spent a pretty penny arranging everything. He was also quite sure that his new client wasn't all there and not in the "I'm so slow I'm super easy to be taken advantage of" kind of way more the "I really think it is magic, imperio, don't you remember giving me your watch?" kind of way.

Eddie didn't know was this "imperio" word was but he was often doing things that Harry asked after he said it. He suspected the kid had hypnotized him in his sleep to act on that trigger word, but he wasn't sure and he really didn't want to see a head doctor to try and get it fixed. Maybe later.

Harry was having a rather fun time Eddie was just a fountain of useful information and hey he helped him avoid getting arrested. Of course the show coming up had him in turns of excitement and disgruntlement. He was a wizard he didn't pander to the likes of muggles. Of course that also sounded creepily like a certain dark lord so of course he was happy to perform for the clueless muggles.

Harry didn't really know what to expect, despite liberal use of one the "Forbidden Three" because come on the only ones who didn't use those had been Harry and his friends and look how that turned out, Harry was stranded in a completely different freaking world. Eddie hadn't known either, this was his first foray into show business so they were both kind of fumbling in the dark here.

Harry was in an old theater at the moment waiting for the curtain to rise, he had delved into some of the magic books for this. Okay so he had only really looked at one of them and the others had been passed off to the side for study later because they had been in Old English or something and it was taking too long.

When the curtain rose you could say that Harry had certain expectations of his audience, one of which that it would pack the room was only the first of his many delusions to die that night. A full thirty and a half people were in the room and many gaps in the seats between them. Harry only counted the annoying child in front complaining about having to be there as half a person because he wasn't full grown anyway.

Harry tried to impress them with his levitation charm, and a smart ass in the back of the stage booed out loud and claimed he could see wires. Which was impossible come on it was magic! There were no wires or batteries included. So when that failed Harry moved onto transfiguration turning the various chairs and tables set up as a pyramid around him into various birds and animals. The smart ass sounded again that he saw the floor move and curtains fluttered and snidely added that it was the most obvious trick in the book.

Harry gave it a valiant effort, but the smart ass in back was ruining his show, muggles looked annoyed to be there. Where was the awe, the fascination, the screaming terror, or fear?! This was magic! Real magic! These people a hundred years ago were killing people they even suspected of having been touched by magic and he couldn't even get a smile from their descendants years later come on!

Harry finally decided to screw it. They weren't enjoying this, he wasn't enjoying this, no need to make this any more painful than it had to be. But first.

Harry apperated behind the smartass he found solely responsible for ruining his first and now probably only venture into magical show business. The shrieks of the audience were ignored as the bang registered and he disappeared from stage and then reappeared with a pop on the seat behind the asshole responsible for ruining his show. The crowd whipped around to stare at him.

"You know it's kind of rude to interrupt a wizard when it might have taken quite a bit of courage just to appear on stage to show magic to you." The man's slack jawed response was not nearly enough to mollify Harry.

"You wanna act like an ass, be one." With a fancy twist of his wand the smartass gaping at him was replaced by a donkey, a tall and pointy white hat on its head that read smart. It brayed at him in fear. The applause from his surrounding audience drowned him out though. Harry looked around bewildered.

The hell? He performs some advanced and complicated magic on stage and not even a flicker of a smile. But when he finally cracks and turns a fellow audience member into the ass they were a standing ovation. Muggles were weird.

"So who wants to be an animal of my choosing next?" Harry asked as he apperated back on stage. The little half a person in the front row raised his hand standing on his chair to look taller and screamed at him.

"I want to be a dragon, I want to be a dragon, me, me, me, me." Considering the child's parents were doing nothing to curb his enthusiasm and in fact encouraging his disruptive behavior Harry couldn't entirely be blamed for his next action.

A bright light shout out from his wand to the child and the next thing anyone knew a squealing sound could be heard through the screams of the boy's parents who had jumped away from the spot their son presumably had been in. Some people left their chairs to see what had happened, no dragon had appeared so what…?

A tiny pot-bellied pig started running around the front seats back and forth a blond wig on its head. Its mother desperately calling out after it, chasing the pig back and forth, while the presumed father just gaped at the scene. Chaos, applause, and shrieks, and pleas for the little potbellied pig, filled the stage when after a quick-

"Thanks for coming." Harry disappeared with another gun sounding shot gun blast.

Harry to be completely honest didn't plan to return the next night for the next show the first one was so poor. But Eddie was a wonderful guilt inducing manipulator and before Harry knew it he was back on stage waiting for the curtain to rise. He wondered how quickly he could leave this one, they had technically booked the shows for an hour each but Harry had left so early last night he wondered if he could do it again without having to refund any money.

Of course all of this was put to the side when the curtain raised and a full if expectant audience stared back at him. Huh, imagine that.

His now salivating manager peaking behind the current however was less shocked and more with the cartoon money gram eyes. He rushed away as Harry opened, to the phone more specifically to start booking their next venues in the next couple of towns over.

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Zeus had finally, months later managed to mostly quiet the rabble. To start with he didn't call them rabble when talking to them. Who would have guessed that addressing them like the peons they were offended them? Live and learn.

"Ok, now, we are gathered here today, because there have been some pressing concerns that I don't value everyone equally and as the God of not just the Skies but Justice that was the wrong thing to do."

Zeus squinted at his notes from his podium in front of the bunch of crybabies as he read on. He really needed to find a better Public Relations Manager this fluffy crap was going to kill him.

"I realize that I have made mistakes these few thousands of years and that I have been blind to many of the issues that have plagued you all."

He waved his hand dramatically and suddenly a beautifully decorated large pillar rose and a top it was a box with a slit in the top. The front of the box was a single word printed in buzzing and flashing neon lights just because it made it nearly impossible for dyslexic people to read. Grievances.

"Because of your concerns that I am not taking this seriously and as agreed so that you can all go back to your jobs and let peace again reign in Narnia er-Olympus… I have created this grievances box. This box can only be opened by myself once full, and I vow that any letter I pull from this box, I shall respond to personally to ensure that all receive the fair treatment they are due as an immortal god and goddess."

Zeus stepped down then to avoid questions. He wasn't happy about this, but as he was the one that got to create the modified suggestions box he got to make the rules and for that matter the pillar and box. Unknown to anyone in the audience was that his master bolt normally within easy reach of his throne was now securely lodged at the base of the bottomless box. Which meant any letter, note, godly missive or otherwise would be destroyed as soon as they came in contact with the godly force of the ultimate firepower so long as it was there.

This meant the box would never fill to full, could never be opened, and he never had to respond to the horde of "grieved" gods, goddess, spirits, and primordial. Which meant he had secured peace in his halls once more and there was nothing they could do about it.

Now all he had to do was find the little upstart that had created this mess and shove that little ass hole into the box with those notes and vengeance would be his. Now where to start looking?

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I.M. Part II, so I suck trying to edit these, anyone want to volunteer to be my beta? Feel free to critique my grammar, spelling, punctuation and improper use of cannon materials. It's how I improve myself.