Author's Note: All Percy Jackson characters belong to Rick Riordan. All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Previously in Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian:

"PERCY JACKSON!" Poseidon announced. My name echoed around the chamber. All talking died down. The room was silent except for the crackle of the hearth fire. Everyone's eyes were on me—all the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, the spirits. I walked into the middle of the throne room. Hestia smiled at me reassuringly. She was in the form of a girl now, and she seemed happy and content to be sitting by her fire again. Her smile gave me courage to keep walking.

First I bowed to Zeus. Then I knelt at my father's feet.

"Rise, my son," Poseidon said.

I stood uneasily.

"A great hero must be rewarded," Poseidon said. "Is there anyone here who would deny that my son is deserving?"

I waited for someone to pipe up. The gods never agreed on anything, and many of them still didn't like me, but not a single one protested.

"The Council agrees," Zeus said. "Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods."

I hesitated. "Any gift?"

Zeus nodded grimly. "I know what you will ask. The greatest gift of all. Yes, if you want it, it shall be yours. The gods have not bestowed this gift on a mortal hero in many centuries, but, Perseus Jackson—if you wish it—you shall be made a god. Immortal. Undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time."

I stared at him, stunned. "Um . . . a god?"

Zeus rolled his eyes. "A dimwitted god, apparently. But yes. With the consensus of the entire Council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have

to put up with you forever."

"Hmm," Ares mused. "That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want, and he'll just keep coming back for more. I like this idea."

"I approve as well," Athena said, though she was looking at Annabeth.

I glanced back. Annabeth was trying not to meet my eyes. Her face was pale. I flashed back to two years ago, when I'd thought she was going to take the pledge to Artemis and become a Hunter. I'd been on the edge of a panic attack, thinking that I'd lose her. Now, she looked pretty much the same way. I thought about the Three Fates, and the way I'd seen my life flash by. I could avoid all that. No aging, no death, no body in the grave. I could be a teenager forever, in top condition, powerful, and immortal, serving my father.

I could have power and eternal life.

Who could refuse that?

Then I looked at Annabeth again. I thought about my friends from camp: Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Silena Beauregard, so many others who were now dead. I thought about Ethan Nakamura and Luke.

And I knew what to do.

"No," I said.

The Council was silent. The gods frowned at each other like they must have misheard.

"No?" Zeus said. "You are . . . turning down our generous gift?"

There was a dangerous edge to his voice, like a thunderstorm about to erupt.

"I'm honored and everything," I said. "Don't get me wrong. It's just . . . I've got a lot of life left to live. I'd hate to peak in my sophomore year."

The gods were glaring at me, but Annabeth had her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were shining. And that kind of made up for it.

"I do want a gift, though," I said. "Do you promise to grant my wish?"

Zeus thought about this. "If it is within our power."

"It is," I said. "And it's not even difficult. But I need your promise on the River Styx."

"What?" Dionysus cried. "You don't trust us?"

"Someone once told me," I said, looking at Hades, "you should always get a solemn oath."

Hades shrugged. "Guilty."

"Very well!" Zeus growled. "In the name of the Council, we swear by the River Styx to grant your reasonable request as long as it is within our power."

The other gods muttered assent. Thunder boomed, shaking the throne room. The deal was made.

"From now on, I want to you properly recognize the children of the gods,"

I said. "All the children . . . of all the gods."

The Olympians shifted uncomfortably.

"Percy," my father said, "what exactly do you mean?"

"Kronos couldn't have risen if it hadn't been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents," I said. "They felt angry, resentful, and unloved, and they had a good reason."

Zeus's royal nostrils flared. "You dare accuse—" "No more undetermined children," I said. "I want you to promise to claim your children—all your demigod children—by the time they turn thirteen. They won't be left out in the world on their own at the mercy of monsters. I want them claimed and brought to camp so they can be trained right, and survive."

"Now, wait just a moment," Apollo said, but I was on a roll.

"And the minor gods," I said. "Nemesis, Hecate, Morpheus, Janus, Hebe- —they all deserve a general amnesty and a place at Camp Half-Blood. Their children shouldn't be ignored. Calypso and the other peaceful Titan-kind should be pardoned too. And Hades—"

"Are you calling me a minor god?" Hades bellowed.

"No, my lord," I said quickly. "But your children should not be left out. They should have a cabin at camp. Nico has proven that. No unclaimed demigods will be crammed into the Hermes cabin anymore, wondering who their parents are. They'll have their own cabins, for all the gods. And no more pact of the Big Three. That didn't work anyway. You've got to stop trying to get rid of powerful demigods. We're going to train them and accept them instead. All children of the gods will be welcome and treated with respect. That is my wish."

Zeus snorted. "Is that all?"

"Percy," Poseidon said, "you ask much. You presume much."

"I hold you to your oath," I said. "All of you."

I got a lot of steely looks. Strangely, it was Athena who spoke up: "The boy is correct. We have been unwise to ignore our children. It proved a strategic weakness in this war and almost caused our destruction. Percy Jackson, I have had my doubts about you, but perhaps"—she glanced at Annabeth, and then spoke as if the words had a sour taste—"perhaps I was mistaken. I move that we accept the boy's plan."

"Humph," Zeus said. "Being told what to do by a mere child. But I suppose . . ."

"All in favor," Hermes said.

All the gods raised their hands.

"Um, thanks," I said.

As I turned to head out, booming thunder approached.

A tall blonde man about six feet tall flashed in, and instantly, an unfamiliar aura suffocated the room. Instantly, all the Olympians knelt and awkwardly I followed their example a few seconds later along with the rest of the demigods, still unsure who this deity was.

"Lord Chaos, it is an honor to be graced by your presence." Zeus ground out.

"You may rise. Perseus, I am granting you a reward of my own. I want you to make the world a better place. You represent the best in mortals and immortals alike. That's why I'd like to make you a God without the restrictions of the Ancient Laws and send you back in time to unite all of humanity and all the Gods. That is, if you are willing."

I was torn. After initially declining godhood, Chaos was offering it to me himself. I was really attached to my life as a demigod and what was here, but at the same time the mission Chaos was giving me in addition to the opportunity to re-write some of history for the better were attractive.

Then I thought about Annabeth. The idea of building something permanent with her in the mortal world had initially been what drove me to decline the previous offer. As much as I had wanted to create change in how the Olympians did things, ultimately my decline of the offer was about her. Now that I had a second opportunity, I decided that since I had not actually started a relationship with her that I would have to talk to her before making such a big commitment.

"Lord Chaos, will you grant me five minutes to consult with others on this opportunity?" I asked, hoping Chaos was a chill deity who wouldn't smite me for refusal.

"Sure"

I immediately made a beeline for Annabeth. I needed to know if she felt the same way about me.

I approached her as her beautiful princess look was absolutely ruined by the paleness of her face, which had left after I declined the Olympians offer, came back with a vengeance.

"Hey Annabeth, I have had a crush on you for a while now and I was wondering if we could date if I was mortal."

After a few seconds of thought, she replied "I just received this job to be the Architect of Olympus, my literal dream job. I probably will spend most of my time on that and not have enough time for a relationship, so I don't think this is would work. Besides, I saw the expression on your expression face when Chaos offered to send you back in time to make a difference that can create a better world for all of us. This is your dream job too, isn't it?"

"It is", I replied sheepishly.

"Then I also wouldn't want to get in the way of your dream job. If we're ever going to be in a relationship, maybe it would work out when you get back to modern times but who even knows if we would feel the same way. I'll miss you Seaweed Brain and you're my best friend, but I think you should accept this offer."

"Thanks Annabeth" I replied and with a heartfelt hug, I walked away from the women I loved to give Lord Chaos my final decision.

"Perseus, will you accept my offer to become a God and be sent back in time to unite the world?"

"I accept, Lord Chaos." I replied confidently.

"Great", he replied cheerfully. Turning to address the whispered questions the group in the throne room was saying, he added, "Perseus will be traveling back to 1976 to start this goal. This will be far enough back to achieve the goals but not far enough back that the impact would leave our world too unrecognizable."

Suddenly 3 ladies appeared out of nowhere. They looked very old and were carrying balls of yarn and appeared to be knitting giant socks.

They were the Fates.

All the Olympians got up to their feet and bowed to them.

"Lady Fates, to what do we owe this pleasure", said Zeus.

"We have come to turn young Perseus into an immortal and give him his domains", said the middle one, Clotho. "We are needed elsewhere, so we must hurry with this."

Then all three began chanting in tongues even older than Ancient Greek, and indeed the Gods themselves, and Percy began to glow. The air around Percy seemed to be flaring golden. His eyes started switching colors from their natural sea green to one mixed with shades of gold.

And then it all stopped.

Where Percy had stood just a moment ago, now stood a man easily above 6 feet 5. Just watching him made a shudder go through the goddesses there, who all felt a slight tingle in their pussies.

His eight-pack abs could easily be seen through his shirt. A long cylindrical shape could be made out beneath his trousers and all the goddesses could not help but lick their lips and stare lustfully at the size of it, as they didn't even bother to hide their blatant staring and blushes. And his new aura simply filled the whole throne room, it seemed to ooze confidence and dominance.

"Gods and Goddesses of Olympus! We present to you the latest Olympian God, Lord Perseus! God of Time, Heroes, and Tides!" announced the Fates. And then they flashed out without another word, leaving everyone present stunned.

Percy could only stare in awe at his new form in a mirror Aphrodite handed him. He could feel the golden ichor in his veins and suddenly had a distinct feeling of agelessness. If this was how being immortal felt, than he could already tell that he would love it. As Lord Perseus gazed around the throne room, he felt his horniness go into overdrive in ways it hadn't before. He couldn't help but check out the goddesses around him. They all seemed submissive to him, as if they were meant to kneel before him and please him.

As Perseus was processing all this and adjusting to his newfound feelings as a god, he dimly registered Zeus ending the meeting after congratulating him. Lord Chaos had asked him to meet outside Olympus after saying his goodbyes to the Olympians before heading out on his mission.

He quickly realized how much he was respected for his contribution to the war. Saying goodbyes to Thalia and Annabeth was particularly crushing, as it was very tearful. All the Olympians were grateful for how Percy had led the charge to save their seats of power with nearly no casualties, even those who disliked him initially like Hera and Ares.

He did notice that he was getting hit on more but as he wouldn't be in their time for much longer and would have to wait for decades to get back, he simply smiled and took the moment in.

Eventually Lord Perseus left Olympus to meet Lord Chaos and start the next chapter of his life.