Disclaimer: I'm not a 50 year old British best selling author, nor a 51 year old American male best selling author, therefore I can't be Jk Rowling or Rick Riordan. I don't own Hp or PJ, I'm just borrowing some characters and lines etc.
Author's Note: Okay guys, listen up. I got a review that said the pace is too fast. I mean they were reviewing on Chapter 2, but plenty of you probably were or are wondering the same thing too. The reason the first five chapters are faster is so I can skip to Hogwarts. You may have noticed that last chapter was slower and more detailed, yeah? Especially when Harry met Ripclaw. So things will be a bit more steady and evenly paced now. Do tell me if you want me to slow down or speed up though, I mean I might not do it, but I'll at least listen. Also, this story is called the SONS of Hades. So since Nico appears when Harry is 11, I need him at Hogwarts. Plus, Hogwarts starts up the action anyway. I promise it'll be interesting when Nico meets his big brother. Don't worry, Harry will give Nico "The Talk." I won't go into detail when it happens in happens, but it'll be funny. Especially since Harry will be giving him both versions at once. Also, personally I think Harry acted the most like canon!Harry last chapter. Also, there will be Percabeth and Solangelo and possible Valdangelo, as well as Harry/Ginny and Harry/Luna at one point. However, the ultimate pairing will end up being Percico and Harmony. Okay? Good. Btw, I've got a couple stories in progress, but they won't be up for a while because I want to focus on SoH. The story following my oneshot "Jealousy" will be up fair soon. As for my other two ideas, we'll see. The plot overview should be up soon at least. That's a wrap, on with the story!
This is rated T, so there of course will be cursing and crude humor at some point.
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Harry and Zaire walked into Ollivander's with intense apprehension. Dan sat on a rickety chair and was quiet. Harry almost didn't notice the old man appear from the within the maze of stacked wand boxes. Harry felt uneasy beneath the gaze of the old man. He could give Luna a run for her money, with his creepy, piercing stare.
"Mr. Potter." He said softly, pale wide eyes shining in the dark shop. Zaire took a small step back. "I was wondering when I'd be seeing you. You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
The old man stepped closer. "Your father, on the other hand," he said, giving him another odd look on the word father, "favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for , I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
A single finger rested millimeters away from Harry's scar. His instincts were screaming at him to fight, but he knew this man was no danger to him, despite his creepy behavior. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did that," he stated sorrowfully, letter his hand drop. "Thirteen inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out in the world to do..." He trailed off.
The wand-maker shook his head. "Well now, let me see." He said, a tape measure in one hand. To Harry's surprise, it didn't measure him. Instead, it began measuring Zaire.
"Which is your wand arm, Miss?"
"Zaire. Umm, I'm ambidextrous, but my left." She said awkwardly. He clapped his hands gleefully, and the tape measure began measuring just about everywhere, before he called a command and it fell to the floor in a heap.
"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance," he lectured. "We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just like no two unicorns, phoenixes, or dragons are quite the same. And of course you will never get as good results with another wizard's wand." Ollivander flitted between shelves as he said this. "Ahah!" He exclaimed. "Let's try this one. Cherry, 9 and a quarter inch, unicorn hair. Rather finicky. Go on, give it a wave."
Harry snorted at the description, and Zaire glared at him as she waved the wand. Somewhere in the back of the store, a lightbulb exploded. Loudly. Ollivander frowned. "Not quite." He then handed her a beechwood wand, 8 and three-quarter inches, whippy, with dragon heartstring. He quickly snatched this one away. A half an hour passed. By this time, Harry looked like he'd been mauled, Ollivander's glasses were crooked, Zaire was embarrassed, there was a small fire in the corner of the room, and Dan was hiding behind his armoured vest. However, Garrick Ollivander couldn't be happier.
"A tricky customer, I see!" He said happily. "Very specific. Hmm, I wonder..." He ducked back into the pile of wands, and the thud of flying wand cases was heard as he let out an 'ahah' and reemerged from the pile, a dusty box in his hand.
"Give it a wave." He told her, handing her a spiraling white and black wand. Harry noted that he didn't list the properties.
White and grey spark flew from the wand, and a content look crossed Zaire's face. A small breeze swirled papers around the room, and her happiness was palpable.
"White poplar with a hair from an adult unicorn, willingly given. 11 inches. Rather pliable, good for Ancient Runes." He said, looking slightly confused. Zaire stilled. Poplar was an Underworld tree, and the white-and-black theme was similar to her mother. Melinoe was said to be half-white and half-black. Literally. Like a poplar leaf, she was White to represent "heavenly Zeus," and Black to represent "dastardly Hades."
Harry was quickly measured, and Zaire soon relaxed, taking her place next to Dan. Harry's wand search took even longer. He tried elm, with phoenix feather, swishy. Mahogany and unicorn hair, sturdy. Willow and dragon heartstring. Oak, phoenix feather. Elm, dragon hearstring. Twenty-eight wands and a few explosions later, and he still hadn't found his. Curiously, Ollivander had handed him a holly wand. 11 inches, phoenix feather, nice and supple. He had an odd look on his face as he told him to try it, and an almost disappointed look when it didn't seem compatible. The thing was, it had been compatible. Just not entirely. It had felt warm in his hand, and he thought it would work well enough if he couldn't find one, but it only gave off a few sparks, nothing like the shower that Zaire's had given. Finally, he dug deeply into the stacks, far in the back of the store. As he came back, dusty and coughing slightly, he frowned.
"It seems, Mr. Potter," Ollivander began, "that you, like your friend, are quite the unusual customer. I have only twice before used poplar, and never with a unicorn hair core, much less a willingly given one. Most are simply found. You on the other hand, it seems that both the usual woods, AND the usual cores are out for you. Luckily, I do happen to have a few older wands with different cores from the usual, from my younger years." He said carefully handing over the box.
Warmth and comfort emanated from the box, and Harry knew it was his. He picked it up gently, and gave it a wave. Red, yellow, and black sparks spouted from the wand, and the shadows danced in the corners of the room. A breeze gusted through the shop, filled with warmth and playfulness.
"This wand was made from a Black Alder tree," Ollivander said quietly, a look of awe and surprise on his elderly face. "The core is a single feather from a Thestral, willingly given. 13 inches, pliable, and good for Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You may also find you have abilities most others don't. Both you and Miss Zaire have much potential. These are powerful wands. Use them well." The man then disappeared into the stacks of wands, and the trio left, subdued.
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"Potter! Lou Ellen exclaimed, grabbing his arm. Harry winced, and shot her a glare, looking around quickly. Luckily, no one had heard her shout. Still, he flattened his hair nervously. Finding out that he was famous had, made him paranoid. He'd seen the Aphrodite cabin fangirl plenty of times, and if the Wizarding World acted anything like that, he'd be keeping a low profile. The sinking feeling in his gut told him he wasn't likely to be so lucky. Worming his way out of her grip, he rejoined the group. The knowing look Luna was giving him wasn't making him feel any better.
As they walked along the Alley, Lou lectured them. She pointed out the best shops to buy things, and warned them off others.
"Alright you lot!" She called out to them, snapping her fingers to catch the attention of one of her brothers. The boy, Alabaster, Harry thought, gave her a sheepish look, glancing towards Quality Quidditch Supplies. "We'll be going into Flourish and Blotts to get your books. Firsties with me, and the rest of you, do your shopping and meet us at Fortescue's in two hours!" She barked. Alabaster gave her a cheeky smile and a mocking salute. "Aye, aye Cap'n!" Lou didn't agree with his humor, and told him to piss off, magicking his hair hot pink at he left. This of course cause Dan to laugh loudly, and Harry to give a chuckle of his own.
Lou rolled her eyes and turned to the book store. As soon as they entered, Zaire was struck dumb, and Harry wasn't much better. "-rry? Harry!" Dan said shaking him. "Huh?" Harry said intelligently. Dan rolled his eyes and cuffed him. Rubbing his head, Harry started searching the shelves for his books.
"The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1!" He called to Zaire, tossing her a copy. She grinned and returned the favor, sending a copy of 'A History of Magic' hurtling towards his face. He snatched it from the air as he jumped to avoid getting hit by the heavy tome. However, this didn't stop him from getting hit with 'Magical Theory' by Adalbert Waffling moments later. Picking up the fallen book, he also pulled 'A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration' from the shelf, and added it to his stack. Books kept flying through the shop as the duo found their school books. Dan handed him 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' right as 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' hit him solidly in the chest. Giving her a mock enraged look, Dan stalked towards Zaire.
Literally stalked. Like a cat, Dan started moving slowly towards Zaire, and as he pounced, Zaire squeaked and quickly sent 'Magical Drafts and Potions' as well as 'The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection' careening towards him beneath the annoyed look of the store clerk. Harry shot the clerk a sheepish look and shrugged. Book list done with, Harry quickly plucked Beginners Arithmancy and Runes Starter by Albert Einstein and Daedalus respectively. Satisfied, he headed to the counter, clutching his money bag and books. Next to the counter he spotted a book titled 'Navigating the Stars: Using Astronomy to Find Your Way' by Zoe Nightshade. As he leaned to pick it up and add it to his stack, he bumped into a girl and sent both their books flying.
"I'm so sorry!" They said in unison. A girl with bushy brown hair was staring at him looking horrified. "I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry!" She cried in distress.
"S'not your fault," Harry said embarrassed. He quickly gathered up his books, and helped her get hers as well. When he stood up, his hair had moved slightly to the side from bending over to get his books. The girl gave him a funny look, and he returned it in confusion.
"How did that happen?" She asked bluntly, look at his forehead curiously. Specifically the lightning bolt shaped cut on it. He paled slightly, and quickly adjusted his bangs, hoping she had been the only one to notice. She must be muggleborn, he thought, when the girl didn't start a scene at seeing his scar.
"Er," Harry started awkwardly. "Well, that's erm, you know, why don't you join me and my friends for lunch? And your parents I guess" He said stiltedly, not wanting to get mobbed if anyone overheard him in the bookstore. She raised an eyebrow but nodded in consent.
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"-So you're saying that this Moldymint character was defeated supposedly by a baby ten years ago and no one says his name?" Jacob Granger asked incredulously. Harry and Zaire had quickly finished their shopping for cauldrons and robes and wands and everything they'd needed for school, as well as some other useful things. The group of demigods had then left for Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, with Luna and the Grangers in tow. As soon as they'd been seated, Harry had started into the explanation given to him by Ripclaw. To say that the Grangers had been astounded by how ridiculous it all sounded was an understatement. Apparently, Voldemort meant "Flight of Death" in French.
Harry snorted. "Voldemort. Or Tom Riddle, I guess. Ripclaw says that's his real name. But yeah."
Jacob laughed. "Thank god. If Voldemort was his real name I think that would've been the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day. Either way, I don't really care if I get his name right. I mean, who names himself Voldyshorts and tries to kill a baby?" Harry just shrugged as Emma Granger rolled her eyes. Hermione was simply lost in thought, a small frown on her face.
"Dad?" She asked. "It must've been Harry's mum who beat this dark lord. But does that mean that the public is really blind to the obvious, or that they just want a living hero?" Jacob's mouth dropped open slightly, and his face started to darken with rage. "Honey, I think you're right. They wanted a living hero. These people are willing to let a child suffer adulation and fame and everything that comes with it just to get a living hero!" He shouted in fury. People started to stare, but Jacob Granger was seething with fury.
"Mr. Granger, calm down please, sir. People are staring." Harry begged, looking around nervously. Jacob opened his mouth to rant, when his wife pushed him back into his chair. "Jacob Daniel Granger." She whispered in a deadly sounding voice. "You are creating a scene. This situation is absolutely appalling, yes, but you will NOT embarrass this family, or our host."
Jacob wilted visibly and ran a hand through his mess of chestnut curls. Harry coughed slightly to break the tension, and all eyes turned to him. "Any questions?" He asked, in a tone that clearly showed his silent plea for a negative. Mr. Granger broke the silence and though he didn't voice a question, he did make a request. "Protect my daughter." He said, looking Harry directly in the eyes. They gazed at each other in silence for several moments, before Harry gave a small nod. The environment quickly grew more comfortable after that, and they all chatted amicably.
Luna and Hermione engaged in a rapid fire debate over magical and mythical creatures. Harry and the others in the group could all see the vastly different girls' personalities colliding, but strangely, Harry had a feeling they'd get along well. Though they were certainly butting heads over the idea of creatures such as Nargles, they were also discussing other beings that Hermione knew of, and coming up with new theories. Hermione herself reluctantly admitted to wondering how she'd lost shoes and socks when they weren't where she'd left them. Just by listening in, Harry was learning a lot. According to Hermione, Luna's description of a Crumple-horned Snorkack even reminded her of a drawing she'd seen once.
Harry started laughing uproariously at something Dan had mimed, and nearly fell out of his chair when he saw Zaire jump the Son of Hephaestus and catch him in a headlock. So it was a total surprise when Luna tugged at his sleeve, and he realized everyone was standing up and heading out the door of the parlour. Well, not everyone. As soon as he'd looked away, Dan had sneaked up on him. Harry yelped in surprise as he was slung over the older boy's shoulder, and carried to the door. He dangled side by side with an equally annoyed Zaire, who was banging on Dan's back with her tiny fists, from her similar position.
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was flushed bright red as he was carried like a toddler through Diagon Alley towards the Leaky Cauldron. As he saw a couple women watching him with amusement, and chatting about "how adorable he and his siblings" were, he quickly started cursing Dan.
"You prick!" He yelled, traces of his old accent becoming more prominent. "Let me down, or I'll gut you and feed you to a Chimera, and feed the Chimera to a dracanae!" Dan laughed, and Harry's face grew even redder, both from his upside down position, and from embarrassment. "Let me down, Danny!" He said, whining slightly.
"Daw, does the wittle shrimp want the big bad Danny to let him down?" Dan said, his smirk coloring his voice.
"Yes!" The two struggling kids replied. However, this ended up getting them dumped on the floor right inside the Leaky Cauldron.
"Well, we're about to Floo!" Dan said cheerily. At the murderous looks, he quickly took the Powder and disappeared in a flash of emerald flames. Harry glowered, and said his goodbyes to Luna and Hermione, ignoring the smirk Zaire was sending him. Luna smiled happily, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before skipping back to her father's side. Hermione blushed, and gave him a quick hug. Harry colored pink at the kiss, and as quickly as it faded, it returned with the hug.
"Will you look for me on the train?" The muggleborn girl asked shyly. "'Course." Harry told her, grinning. She smiled at him, and gave him a wave goodbye, watching with sparkling eyes as he grabbed the Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace. From her place next to Hermione, Emma Granger had a considering look on her face. Standing in the green flames, Harry clenched his eyes shut, and called out "Camp Half Blood!"
The nauseating spinning sensation began, and Harry clenched his eyes tighter. He tried not to breathe in, but he coughed a bit, and his elbow grazed a passing fireplace as he shot by. His face started to turn green, and he stood stock still. Unlike his first trip, he was doing reasonably well. That is, until he was spat out of the Floo and twisted his ankle, falling flat on his face.
"...Ow." His muffled voice called from the floor. A snort of amusement came from his right, and Dan's voice rang through the incredulous silence.
"Yeah, that's pretty 'ouch' alright."
A smirking Zaire stepped elegantly out of the Floo with a woosh of fire, and promptly stepped over the glaring Boy-Who-Lived.
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September 1st.
It was the day Harry was leaving for Hogwarts. The day before, Chiron had arrange for Dan, Harry, and Zaire to get a room at the Leaky Cauldron overnight. It took hours of packing, with clothes and miscellaneous items flying throughout the Hades and Underworld cabin, but the Children of Hecate, Daughter of Melinoe, Son of Hades, and their supervisor the Son of Hephaestus, were ready to go.
Hidden by the Mist, Harry had his Stygian Iron twin blades Nyx and Erebus, named after the Protogenos, Primordial Personification of Night and Personification of Eternal Darkness respectively, strapped to his leg, and holstered to his arm. During his trip to Diagon Alley, his pleas for a bigger-on-the-inside suitcase was rejected. Instead, he'd gotten a trunk. To his surprise, the store owner, having spotted his scar with a muffled gasp, had persuaded him to by an expensive three compartment trunk for a discount. The first compartment was ordinary, for storing clothes, school items, and thing he might immediately need to get to. The second compartment was an elegant library, where he could store books. It held a single information booklet about the trunk itself. The third compartment was a fully furnished two-bedroom flat, with a small kitchen, potions lab, half-muggle/half-magical dojo/dueling room, a cozy living room with a password-protected working Floo, and a bathroom. How the bathroom worked, he had no idea. He'd skimmed the pamphlet and it said something along the lines of self-banishing toilet and a controlled aguamenti charm. Whatever that meant.
As the trunk had to rotate between compartments, Harry may or may not have had a work-activation glamour charm added to the third compartment to make it look like the TARDIS.
Said magnificent, if ridiculously expensive, trunk was sitting on on wheels next to Harry, who stood in front of a cracked teacup. The trio had been given a blue teacup, while the Hecate kids, who would be going to the Express at a later time the next day, had an old boot. Harry gave the centaur an incredulous look, thinking he'd finally gone senile. Chiron just told him to place a finger on the teacup. Once he had done so, just to humor his mentor, the centaur smiled and said "Room 14."
Harry felt a jerk behind his navel, and as he was ripped forcefully from the ground, all he could this was "Well, shit."
The trio spun by centrifugal force, and were swung in an elliptical shape at ridiculously high speeds. It was all Harry could do not to be sick. As he spun through the air, he made the mistake of opening his eyes. They watered within seconds, and as the countryside flashes by, and he saw them flying over the ocean, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, apparent failure at Magical forms of travel, was sick in the Atlantic Ocean. As he once more turned green, he flashed by London, and came to a sudden halt. With a forceful slam he was sure he'd be feeling weeks from now, he broke his nose on the floor of Room 14 of the Leaky Cauldron. Tom the Barkeep, having expected them, was waiting in the room out of the way of the Portkey. What he was NOT expecting, was for an 11 year old wizard to come slamming into the floor, and the spurt of blood that came from his nose on impact. Scanning the other two arrivals, he saw them in good condition, if dizzy and slightly green. Nodding to himself, he bustled over, rolled the child onto his back, and muttered an "Episkey."
A loud crack echoed in the room as the boy groaned in pain as his nose was forcefully returned to its natural position. The room was silent for a moment in awe of the worst Magical Traveller in history. Probably. Tom guessed this, at least, as he certainly remember the boy who'd Flooed into a table three meters from the fireplace.
The silence didn't last, as the loud screeching of a furious Snowy Owl quickly filled the room.
"Who's bloody owl is that?" Harry groaned from the floor.
"Er, Happy Birthday Harry." Dan said weakly.
Harry lifted his head and opened one emerald green eye to see the angry owl. He promptly let his head drop with a dull thud, and groaned. Just bloody fantastic. Maybe he could get Annabeth to speak to the Snowy he thought dazedly. He let out an even deeper groan of and made incoherent noises of distress and general angst.
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Harry rolled his trunk across the stone floor of the bustling train station. Kings Cross was very busy on September the 1st, apparently. He rolled his eyes at some of the more obvious wizards, and steered his trunk towards the barrier between Platform Nine and Ten. Owl Cage in hand, he chatted with Zaire and Dan idly, waiting until everyone was distracted to cross the barrier. Dan was with them to make sure they got to the train safely. After that though, to Harry's surprise, he was heading to the small office for the Quibbler in Diagon Alley. Apparently, Xenophilius Lovegood was taking him on due to both Luna's recommendation, and the fact that he was a demigod. Either way, it seemed that Dan was going to work for The Quibbler until the Christmas holidays, when he'd take Harry back to Camp. Then he'd bring him back a couple days before school resumed and get back to work, as well as get Harry on the train.
"Mum, do you remember how Professor McGonagall said to get on the platform?" A brunette boy Harry's age whispered to his equally brunette mother. Harry tilted his head. She reminded him a bit of Sally Jackson, except for the eyes. This woman had warm grey eyes that matched her son. Next to her, a girl that could only be her daughter whispered excitedly. "Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Kev!" She said, her voice a bit to loud. The boy quieted her. "I know, Annabel. I meant how do we get through it." The boy's mother frowned. "I'm sorry, Kevin. I can't remember."
At this point, Harry decided to help out the obviously Muggleborn family. Walking towards them, he slipped a smile on his face, to put them at ease. "Excuse me, Ma'am. I think I can help, I'll show you if you like." He offered. He wanted to just show them, but decided they might be uncomfortable with that, being new to the magical world. "Mamrie Entwhistle," The woman introduced herself. "This is my son Kevin, and my daughter Annabel. Could you show us the Platform? I'm afraid we've forgotten." She said embarrassed. Harry told her to follow him and watch.
"Ms. Entwhistle, I think my friend Zaire here, should show you. It's a bit odd, so you might want to see it first." He told her. He then motioned for Zaire to go through the barrier. Zaire discreetly pushed her trolley through, before acting like the was leaning on the brick, and disappearing to the other side.
"I've heard people say it's best to take a running start if you're nervous, but that would draw attention, of course. So we just push our trolleys through first and then casually lean into the barrier. It's kinda like a portal. The wall isn't solid, it's just an illusion. It's perfectly safe." He added at the wary looks.
"Follow me." He said. Harry pushed his trolley next to the barrier. He looked around quickly before pushing his owl through, and his trunk. Items on the Platform, he leaned against the illusion, and disappeared.