Title: The Son of Zeus 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 22: Cause and Effect

Harry's POV

Everyone was still talking about what happened during the second task. Personally I was glad the nightmare was over and I could focus on things like work and upping Granger. Of course Weasley and Granger started on me about what happened. I ignored them, as I no longer cared what they had to say or thought of me. I would be leaving Hogwarts at the end of the year, never to return again.

Lady Hecate, who knew the Headmistress, had already gotten me a place for the next year. I was personally glad about that. American wizarding schools were different from European ones and I wouldn't have to put up with the nonsense of being accused of things that I didn't do. Easter rolled around and so far there hadn't been any monster attacks. If there had been Severus and Remus were keeping them away from the school.

Of course I should have guessed that luck would never be on my side. As I headed to Defense something hit me and I blacked out. When I came too I was in a dark room with no window and no way of knowing if there was a way out. Groaning I raised my hand and lightning came out, lighting up the whole room. I was in a storage room for items that most likely shouldn't see the light of day. I remember hearing that Flitwick kept some of the more dangerous charms, which were used for advance classes, somewhere.

"Sorry about this," I said and I shot a bolt of lightning, which caused the door to explode.

And so did the charms. I was hit with all of them and then I blacked out again.

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Severus's POV

The room shook as I made to take a sip of tea, which caused me to drop the whole cup on my robes. Cursing the hot tea I saw Flitwick hurry out. Casting a quick spell I hurried after him, the rest of the staff following. It was only when we got to where it most likely had happened that I saw Harry lying on the floor.

"My storage room," he said. "How-?"

"We can worry about that later," Minerva said, "We need to get him to the hospital wing."

For once I agreed.

Madam Pomfrey at once placed Harry on a bed and at once wanted to know answers. I listened as Flitwick told her about Harry being found outside a storage room that he kept the most dangerous charms that seventh years practiced on.

"It's heavily warded," he said.

"Well someone figured out how to override it," she said, "He's under at least thirty advance charms."

"Will he wake up?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she said. "I can do the best that I can but he might have to go to St. Mungo."

"Thanks," Minerva said.

"Will he be able to compete," Kingsley asked.

"I don't know," she answered.

"If the third task comes up and he's still not out of the woods then we'll use the charm that will sever his requirement to take part."

She nodded and I said, "So there's a charm."

"It can only be used if he can't play," Kingsley said.

I really wondered if that was the case.

"Kingsley, I want you to find out if anyone was near Potter," she said, "Someone put him in that room and I want to know who did it."

"Of course," he said and he left.

"I'm leaving," I said and I was gone before Minerva could call me back.

I had to inform Remus about what had happened. The look of anger on his face told me that he was way beyond happy about this.

"How many people know of this room?" Remus asked me.

"That I don't know," I said, "Flitwick keeps it hidden for a reason. And that reason became clear when we found his body."

"We know that Sirius won't be happy."

"Of course not," I said, "And I would expect him to be upset. I'll let you know what will happen."

He nodded and the connection was cut.

Two days later Madam Pomfrey had only managed to get through three curses. The others had to be taken care of at St. Mungo. Seven healers came to take him there and I decided that I would be watching those at the Gryffindor table. This smelled too much like what lions did to those that they didn't like. I really hoped, beyond hope, that this hadn't happened. But, of course, lions always eat their own kind.

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A/N: This story is winding down. Thanks everyone that has commented and I'll be back with the next chapter soon enough.