Title: The Son of Zeus and Hera and the Triwizard Tournament

Rating: T

Summary: Harry Potter, son of Zeus and Hera, heads back for his fourth year at Hogwarts. Betrayed by people that he thought was his friends, but gaining new friends, he finds himself in the Triwizard Tournament. It will take everything that he has, and his new friends, to win and to make Tom Riddle fear him. Sequel to Harry in a Whole New World and a crossover with Percy Jackson, with Weasley and Granger bashing!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Riordan's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 4: Problems in Defense

Harry's POV

My first Defense lesson of the new year had been uneventful, meaning that Weasley and Granger didn't talk to me or didn't look like a moron that needed to be put on meds or shot to save us the horror of having to put up with them. The weekend passed without any problems. Mainly because I wasn't in Gryffindor tower anymore but in my new quarters that the Headmistress had given me. They were really nice and not to Hufflepuff. I had a funny feeling that Helga didn't put too much of her house into her decoration.

Remus came to visit, so that was good. He sat down and said, "Sirius is worried about you."

"Because of the bullying," I reasoned and he nodded. "I just thought that I had friends. It took me going to a new place to find where my real friends were at."

"So have you written to your parents?" Remus asked.

"I'm going to," I said, "I just haven't had the time with the classes and stuff."

"Well you better soon, or Hera will come and see what's going on," he said. "She's a mother hen when it comes to people that she likes. Look at Jason; she almost babied him through his quest for the Golden Fleece."

"I read that she hates almost all demigods."

"Well, only ones that are sired by her husband," Remus said, Harry noticing that he was looking up at the sky. "Look, just write to her or IM her."

"I will," I vowed.

"Good," he said, "So what do you think about the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I have no intention of watching," I said, "The whole idea of taking part in something, or watching someone get killed, isn't what I call a wonderful thing to do with your time."

"Well I hope that Hogwarts wins."

I said nothing.

When Monday came I once again ignored my former friends and sat with Neville. I had to help him out with some of the classes that he was having, Divination being one of his most scared subjects. I decided that I was going to change classes, only because Ron was in Divination and I didn't want to be stuck with him for a whole year. I decided to go to Professor Smith about changing to Muggle Studies. Professor Smith was a man that was about a couple inches taller than Professor Flitwick. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and a look that told me that I better watch myself.

"Professor," I said, walking in.

"Yes," he said.

"I was wondering if I could change subjects," I told him. "I don't want to be in-wait a minute, your Hermes."

He laughed and said, "I'm only slightly upset that you didn't recognize me." And then the door closed. "Father wants me to watch you so that nothing bad happens. Your mother is completely mental that you haven't IM her."

"Remus told me to do it and I'm waiting for the next rainbow," I said. "Why aren't you in the States?"

"I can still teach and be in the States," he said. "After all I do have the ability to be fast. So how are you doing, brother?"

"Okay," I said, "I'm still not use to Weasley and Granger bullying me."

"Well if they don't watch it, I'm going to have them expelled. Though, Hecate might get upset. She's got plans for them."

"That's what I heard," I said. "So, can I change classes?"

He laughed and said, "Already done. You can start Muggle studies tomorrow."

"Thanks, brother," I said and I left.

I sat down in the Great Hall, giving an offering to my parents, and then told Neville what had happened. He was shocked that Professor Smith was Hermes.

"At least I don't have to take Divination anymore," I told him.

"True, but I'm stuck with it," he said, "And Ronald Weasley."

I felt bad for him.

The next day I found my new Muggle Studies book waiting on me, with a note from Hermes. "Call your mother." Knowing that mum wouldn't let me get away with not talking to her I burned a paper, summoning Hecate. The Goddess of Magic appeared, with her smelly cat.

"Hello, Harry," she said, smiling at me.

"Hello Aunt Hecate," I said, smiling back, "I need to send a message to my parents."

"And no rainbow has appeared."

"I'm afraid that it won't reach them," I said. "And Hermes can't let it be known that he's not the mortal wizard that they think he is."

"Write your message and I'll make sure that they get it."

"Thanks," I said and I raced to get parchment and quill.

Dear Mum and Dad,

Sorry about not writing to you since we met before the Summer Solstice, but I've been busy with schoolwork and trying to make Hermione dummy Granger look like a total idiot. I think it might work by the end of term. Anyway, writing to you so that you both don't come down and smite some mortals. I'm doing fine, though I'm still getting use to the fact that the Weasley's hate my guts and Granger thinks that she's all that.

I'm looking forward to the Winter Solstice where I can be away from them. Thanks for having Hermes watch over me and make sure that nothing bad happens. I'll see you in December and mum can do all the mother henning that she wants.

With Love,

Harry

He magically made it dry and then folded it and handed it to Hecate.

"I'm going to be watching the first task," Hecate said, "Sounds interesting."

"As long as I'm not in it," I told her.

"If you are, then I'll have to make sure that I protect you."

"Thanks, but who would be insane to want me to take part in a competition that I'm going to hate?"

She gave me a dark look and said, "You never know."

I should have known that she would be right.

On Thursday the Gryffindor's had Defense…again. I personally think that someone really hates me and it's not my father. I had managed to stay away from both Weasley and Granger as I used the unused Charms classroom to do most of my homework. I could tell that the other Gryffindor's noticed that the Golden Trio no longer existed but didn't dare ask why. Of course someone was bound to ask, once again, why we weren't talking.

"Personally the whole thing is stupid," Draco said when we were outside to enjoy the last of the sunshine. "They are still acting like everything that happened to them is your fault."

"What do you expect," I said, "The both of them have their heads so far up their butts it's not even funny. So has anyone heard any news about Luke?"

"No," Draco answered, "But I have a feeling that the reason that the camp doesn't have as many campers is that he's turned them."

"Sounds like a certain story that I heard about when I was younger," I said.

"Yeah," he said and then the bell rang.

"I have Defense next," I told him.

Draco winced and said, "Hope that Kingsley doesn't hex you or something."

"Me either," I said and then I grabbed my books and hurried to class.

When I arrived for Defense I found a line of students that were waiting for something. Professor Shacklebolt was looked at each of us and then he stopped and said, "Today's lesson is going to be defending yourself against your enemy. As none of you hate each other (oh what he didn't know, I thought) none of you will actually try and kill each other. So I'm going to send one of you in and you won't know who your challenger is. Mr. Potter, you will go first."

Why is it always me? I heard Weasley and Granger snickering at me as I walked past them, but I ignored them. There was no way that I was letting them know that they were getting to me. I opened the door to find a completely empty classroom and then the door was closed. I pulled my wand out and got ready. I really hoped that it wasn't Granger that I was facing.

The door opened and it turned out to be Lavender Brown. She grinned at me and then the door was closed.

"Thank the gods it's not Granger," I said.

"No, it's much worst," she said and then, to my complete bad luck, she changed shape.

Gone was the pretty girl that we all knew. Now was a girl that had long fangs, fire coming out of her head, and smelling like Hecate's realm.

"You're an Empousa," I said.

"Correct on the first try, son of Zeus and Hera," she snarled, "You might not be a demigod, but your smell is too hard to resist. Die, brother of Athena."

She came at me and at once I had my sword out. I ducked the first hit that came at me, the monster almost falling to the floor. But she got her wits and came at me again. This time my sword came in contact with monster and she screamed as she turned to dust.

"Potter, I'm coming in to see how you did," Shacklebolt said.

The door opened and he walked in. At once I was about to come up with an explanation as to why she was dust but then he said, "Good work. Come along, Miss Brown." And he took air with him. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was guessing the Mist was making him think that he was seeing Brown when he wasn't.

"Looks like Brown kicked your hero butt," Weasley taunted, "Not a great hero, are you?"

"Weasley, leave him alone," Patil said.

"Shut up, you little bit-."

He didn't finish that sentence as I hit him, knocking him out.

"You hurt Ron," Granger said. "I'm telling Percy what you did."

"Fine, tell Percy all you want," I snarled, "I'm not having him call a girl that."

And I stormed away.