Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or the Percy Jackson series. I am not making any money off of this, this is merely a fanfiction.
Chapter 3
After living in a world of gods and monsters, I thought I had seen it all. But nothing could prepare me for what happened after I was grabbed by an unkown wizard, and whisked of to somewhere else, yet again.
As soon as my feet touched solid ground, I twisted away from the hand on my arm, looking around, dazed. I appeared to be that I was in a living room of some a sort- a cozy one, with a crackling fire and several plush, armchairs. Though the room was big, it was warm and cozy, and I wondered who lived here. Looking up, I saw several more wizards appear in the room, popping into existance beside my kidnapper.
Looking at the man, I saw that he had a look of an old, grizzly veteran, with a wooden leg and a fake eye that spun focusing everywhere at the same time. He held a wand at his side, and a knife at me. As the other wizards appeared, they all held grim expressions, regarding me warily. Well, at least they weren't attacking. It was quite refreshing.
The last to appear was Albus, and he arrived in a flurry of canary yellow robes, which I winced at, looking cool, calm and collected. He was obviously their leader. Looking around the room, I saw most of the wizards were men and women, a few younger adults who looed like they were brothers, because of their bright red hair. They all looked rather threatening.
"Drop the knife, lad." The veteran growled, "You're surrounded." I knew there was no chance agaisnt these people, and slowly, I placed the knife and dagger on the ground, and kicked them towards him. He gestured towards a young purple haired women, who bent down and snatched up the weapons.
"Now, turn around and put your hands on the mantle of the fireplace." Groaning, I did as was told. Immediatly, the veteran strode up and wrenched my arms behind my back, cuffing them. The cuffs were warm around my wrists. He pulled me off the fireplace, and ploped me down a hard back chair, as the others gathered around, Dumbledore at their head.
"Whoever you are, I, um..come in peace..Just so you know." I said, awkwardly. "I'm not with Tom."
"No body ever calls Lord Voldemort Tom. Who are you, my boy?" That was Albus. I hesitated. I didn't want to mess with more wizarding bussiness, but was it inevitable?
"That may be, Albus, but he's got the mark." The veteran gestured at my arm.
"Unwillingly, if that's what you mean" I said.
"But why would the Dark Lord take an interest in a boy as young as him?" I whipped my head around, as I recognized the voice. It was the man who held a dagger to my throat. He had shaggy, unruly black hair, and a thin, guant face.
"Perhapes Severus has some answers?" That was a stern looking, eldery woman with a Scottish accent. She peered at me under her spectacles.
"Maybe, but can we trust him? Better to be sure." The veteran pulled a vial out of his robes, and held it up.
"I'm not drinking that." I said. "What is it?"
"Verutiserum," Albus explained. "It forces the consumer to tell the truth when asked a question."
"It won't last forever? Will it?" I asked. Extremely wary of these magic potions.
Albus chuckled. 'No, fifteen minutes, tops."
"Fine, I'll drink it if you drink some too." I demanded. Every one looked aghast at this demand. The purple haired witch winked at me. I smirked. Albus considered i for a moment.
"Very well." He reached a hand out. " Hand me a vial, Moody." Moody looked like he was about to protest, but then thought better of it, and handed Albus a glass. Tipping his head back, the old wizard down the drink. Moody leaned forward, and yanked my mouth open, pouring the drink down.
I coughed as it burned my throat. It was sickly sweet, but with a fire, and it slid slowly down my throat. Afterwards, I didn't really feel different.
"What's your name?" Moody had stepped back and know he asked me the question.
"Percy Jackson." The word slipped out of my lipps, unbidden. I opened my eyes wide at that.
"How old are you?" That was Albus.
"Sixteen. Almost seventeen. And you?"
"Ninety-six." I nodded, fair enough. I had seen thousand year old centuars before.
"Do you work for Voldemort? Or Tom Riddle?" That was Moody.
"No."
"Then what were you doing in Malfoy Manor?" Malfoy manor? Where Draco lived?
"I was brought there. By some wizards. Death Eaters."
"Why did they try to capture you?" That was a middle aged, red haired man, with a slight potbelly.
"They thought I was someone else...A potter." There was some shuffling among the group, and suddenly, two dentical red haired males popped out.
"Blimey! He looks-" The first one said.
"Just like me mate Harry!" The second one finished. I frowned.
"Do you know this Potter?" The wizards looked at me, shocked.
"You don't?" The purple haired witch said.
"Umm..Not where I come from."
"And where do you come from?" That was Albus, his thoughtful eyes on me.
"America."
"Ahh."
"And you don't work for Voldemort?" I shook my head.
"Nope," I said, popping the p.
"Be that it may, this boy saved the Dark Lord's life! I want to know why he can wistand curses. Hell, he even wistood the Avada Kedarva!" The was Moody. Every one looked at me again. Albus spoke.
"How is it that you didn't die when the curse hit you?" I sighed.
"You missed my Achilles spot."
"What!' Confusion all around.
I decided to explain further, before they asked where my Achilles spot is.
"I'm invincible. I can't die. Unless you hit me on my Achilles spot. Don't bother asking where it is." Everyone was still confused.
"Okay! That's enough! This boy doesn't work for Voldemort, yet he saved the man's life! He can wistand curses-even the killing curse, and now he says he's invincible! Who are you?" I sighed. Here came the explanation. I just hoped that whatever I did wuld not come to bite me back later.
"I'm a demi-god."
"Wha?"
"Um. You hear of the ancient Greek myths about all those gods and monsters that mortals have?"
"You mean the muggle tales of Zeu-"
"Don't say his name!" I shouted at the purple haired witch.
"Why not?"
"Names are powerful things, You never know whose listening." I warned, but I ended up sounding crazy.
"Blimey, this guys more paraniod then ol' Moody here." One of the twins muttered.
"Anyhow. The gods and goddesses and monsters- they're real." Everyone exploded in a cacophany of protests and arguments. Only Albus looked thoughtfully at me.
"What?" I said. "You're wizards and you don't believe this?" That quieted then down.
"But didn't Zeus and everybody die, like millions of years ago?" I winced as thunder boomed.
"Don't. Say. The. Names." I hissed.
"Sorry, Sorry," the redhead murmured.
"But in answer to your question, no they did not. You see, they moved Mount Olympus to America, and are still up to their old habits- having kids with mortals. There's quite a few of us, actually. We usually survive the monsters."
The whole room burst into a huge argument again. Suddenly, the shaggy bladk haired man spoke up again.
"So, you're saying that you are the son of one of the gods." I nodded my afirmative. I now knew what Chiron felt, explaining all this to people who don't believe.
"Then who's your mom?"
"My mom is a writer. Who happens to love blue food." I said.
"Okay," the man nodded. "Your dad, then?" I hesitated a bit, before the drug made me reply.
"Poseidon. God of the Seas, Earthsahker, Stormbringer, Lord of Horses."
Everyone raised an eybrow at this.
"No way," One of the red heads said.
"Drug's reventing me from lying." I reply heatedly.
"Show us one of your tricks, then." The purple haired witch said eagerly. I concentrated on the room around me. There, outside the room, a tap. I beckoned the water from it and coaxed it out, into a roaring wave. I came through the door way to the living room, in a huge, six feet tall wave that sloshed over everyone. There were a few shrieks, including an angry glare from the stern women with glasses. Although the water had splashed me, I was the only one dry. No one had been spared.
I grinned cheekily up at Albus, who annoyingly enough, wasn't miffed. He smiled at me, and with a wave of his wand, dried everyone off.
"Well." He said. "I do believe that we are in the presence of the divine..."
"So you're just going to believe him like that!" Moody shouted. "Where's your dad then, boy?"
"My father doesn't come at the beck and call for mortals." I replied coldly. Normally, I hated when pulling the "Divine Father" card, but Moody was annoying me, so...
"Well, how did Voldemort find out about you?" Moody asked.
"He's a demi-god too. Or he used to be, before his father disowned him. Now he's just a wizard." The drug was still preventing me from lying, and the room breathed a sigh of relief that their enemy didn't have the power of the gods behind him.
"So, who is dear old Tom's real father?" Great.
"Poseidon."
"So-so-so, your his-his..." The purple haired witch couldn't finish her question.
"I'm his half brother." At the repulsed looks from the entire room, I quickly amended.
"But I have other half brothers too, Posiedons children are giants, and telekines...My one half brother Tyson is a cyclopes." The stern woman looked like she was about to faint.
"But then you and Tom are the only half mortal children of his?"
"Yep." Albus looked thoughtfully at me.
"Amazing how your world managed to keep hiding from us wizards."
"Yes. And we should keep it that way." I said, worried. Albus might be a bigger problem then Tom, if he wished to exploit the demi-god world.
"Why did you save Tom?" The fast question caught me offguard, and an anwer managed to slip off my lipps.
"Because he's my half brother, and in my world, family looks out of another." I said as I felt the drug wear off.
"Albus, the drug is uneffective now, should I feed him somemore?" Moody demanded, looking very much like he wanted to.
"No. It's alright. What shall we do now, my young demi-god? I'm not completely sure you mean no harm to us, after all, family would look out for one another."
"Yes," I said, "But I have no wish to get involved in your world."
"You should be glad that it was we who captured you, and not the ministry."
"What ministry"?" I asked, a sense of foreboding in me.
"The wizarding government. Had they caught you, and they would have associated demi-gods with Voldemort, and headed over to try to destroy you."
"Thanks...I suppose. But like I said, I'll just go home now, and never bother you again. Our worlds will never touch again." Albus looked me straight in the eye.
"W have helped you. Now, perhapes you could help us."
"Like I said, I don't want to be caught up in your war. We aren't choosing sides."
"You won't be fighting, outright, Percy, my boy. There is a prophecy-"
"Albus, should we really tell him?" The stern woman demanded.
"Relax, Minerva. There is a prophecy, that states that a young wizard will have to battle Tom. Only one of them will win. Now, this young wizard is inexperienced-with magic and with fighting, even though his power is great."
"He is, I have to say, rather outmatched at the moment, you've seen Tom's skill." I shrugged. I have. If Albus couldn't get him, how could a mere boy?
"He will need help, and more importantly, training. If you can provide this training, we would greatly apprieciate it. You wouldn't be fighting against your family. Besides, you'll only be doing it for a few months, and then you'll be on your way. We'll overlook everything, and your demi-gods will be safe." I frowned. He was a cunning old man, threatening me. If I didn't help him, he'd reveal the existence of demi-gods. And I didn't know if we could hold up against these wizards.
"But I don't know any magic, and I only know fighting with traditional ancient weapons. Swords, Knife, Bow and arrows..."
"That's alright, it will be all the Death Eaters know, too. " I frowned. I really had no choice in this matter. I had to stay and help, and a part of me even wanted to stay, too. Perhapes it was because I knew how it felt like to bare the wieght of a prophecy on my back. I had help from lots of people. Perhapes this guy needed it too.
"And where is your wizard at the moment?"
"He's at school. A magic school" I nodded. Camp half blood, magic schools...It made sense.
"Fine. I'll do it. On one condition. I'll get to teach the rest of the kids too." Albus frowned.
"But that will alert more wizards to your presence, and they'll get curious. Also, some of the children there are children of death eaters, Tom's people."
"So? Everyone deserves a chance. If this is a war, then every one should be prepared to fight." Albus nodded.
"Very well."
"By the way, what's this kid's name?"
It was the shaggy haired man that spoke this time.
"Harry Potter." I groaned. Should have known.