"Half Blood Harry Potter"

By Loki Palmer

Author's Note: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Percy Jackson and all related demigods belong to Rick Riordan.

DZ2: Who else would be crazy enough to spawn two hellraisers like the Weasley Twins, you say? I was thinking Dionysus, perhaps; maybe one Twin would be Hermes's son and the other would be Dionysus's, but that would take the charm out of their Twin-ness, for the lack of a better word. Not to mention imagining, much less writing that kind of giggity scene with Mrs. Weasley would be too disturbing … LOL! So they both came out as sons of Hermes.

mikanMD: Seeing that Hermes is the Greek god of travel (and, apparently, of caffeine addicts), what do you think he did to the truck?! I'm sure you can guess … and I think my revelation will be no surprise, when you think about it … [maniacal grin]

Also, what's more, I forgot that Hogwarts is not in session during the summer, so the Twins in Chapter 5 should be in the Burrow, not at Hogwarts. Yes, I made the correction as well. Please forgive my momentary absent-mindedness.

On with the story!

Chapter 6

As the truck sped along the highway (with Harry and Hermione strapped down in the cab for safety's sake), Percy saw a note:

"Περσευς, Ανναβεθ, Γροβερ, Χαρι, και Ηρμιονη:

Περι διοδιων Οκλαχομας μη μεριματε. Γινωσκων ταχητυταν υμων – ευχαριστια νεκταρι εν καυσιμω βενζινης υμων – αυτας τετελεκα. Παρακαλω.

Φιλος θειος υμων,

Ηρμης."

He saw the Greek words resolve themselves into legible English – his dyslexia made it impossible to read English, for his brain was wired to read Greek – and here is what he read:

"Perseus, Annabeth, Grover, Harry, and Hermione:

Do not worry about the Oklahoma toll roads. Knowing your speed – thanks to the nectar in your gas tank – I have paid them. You're welcome.

Your godly friend,

Hermes."

"I guess this explains a lot," said Percy.

"Yep," said Grover. "We're moving at an incredible speed along the highway, and I hope we don't pass by any cops. The last thing we need is a herd of those boys in blue chasing us, seeing how Percy is a runaway and all."

Percy looked towards the cab of the truck. "Are the both of you okay in there?"

"What do you think, Percy? We're just hanging onto each other for dear life, praying to the gods that we get out of this alive! Oy, this reminds me of taking the Knight Bus …"

"The Knight Bus?" said Annabeth.

"It's a magical bus that speeds along through the roads of Great Britain. It is a wild ride, Annabeth – trust me on that. Out of curiosity, do you think the mortals will see us?"

"I don't think we will have to worry," said Annabeth. "The Mist keeps the mortals from seeing anything that is out of the ordinary."

"That's a relief, Annabeth, but it doesn't stop me worrying a bit about the cops."

"I doubt that they could catch us at this present speed," said Annabeth. "Any radar gun trying to catch us would fry, I don't doubt."

A normal journey from Nashville, Tennessee to Tulsa, Oklahoma would take about nine and a half hours. They made it there in about three hours.

~HALF BLOOD HARRY POTTER~

As they arrived in Tulsa, finding their way to the Oral Roberts University campus was no problem – the Christian evangelist Oral Roberts was famous for the University named after him, after all.

They passed by the sculpture of the Praying Hands. "Harry?"

"Yeah, Percy?"

"I just thought of something … either that sculpture is two hands in a praying position, or two subterranean giants are giving each other a high five …"

The group snorted in amusement as they pulled into a parking lot at the bottom of a large hill. The truck's engine took its last gasp and died as they finished parking.

"Well, so much for the truck," said Grover as he exited the truck and patted it. "Lord Hermes got us out here mighty fast, but no mortal vehicle could take such an extreme mixture for too long."

They climbed up the hill, and Annabeth's eyes widened. "Wow … would you look at the wonders of the architecture around here?"

The others nodded. "It looks so … futuristic …" said Hermione.

Harry started to hum. "Meet George Jetson!" he sang.

Percy snorted. "It seems you have A.D.D. as bad as I do."

Harry glared at him, an odd combination with his grin. "I do not, Plankton Breath!"

"Aw, why do you get all the good insults to toss at me? You're the one with the bigger ego!"

"Percy, tell us this: how big is Harry's ego?" said Grover.

"His ego is so big, when he prays to his Dad, he says, 'Hey, Dad: do YOU need anything?' "

"OH, HO! HE'S GOT YOU THERE, HARRY!"

Annabeth and Hermione rolled their eyes. "Boys …" said Hermione.

"… They never do grow up, do they?"

"Would we want them if they did?"

The two daughters of Athena looked at each other and giggled, a sound most unlike them.

~HALF BLOOD HARRY POTTER~

Out at Longbottom Manor, Augusta saw her grandson walk into the room. "Neville, come and sit down. Is there something wrong? You haven't smiled once since you came home from Hogwarts, not even when you've come in from the greenhouses."

"Gran, there has to be an explanation. I don't understand. Why am I such a forgetful klutz? You would think I would have grown out of it in three years, but I haven't. Is there something wrong with me?"

Augusta sighed. "I knew this day would have to come sooner or later, Neville. There is an explanation for it: you are a demigod."

"Gran, I find this hard to swallow, even though I've never known you to joke."

"I'm not joking, Neville. Nobody can expect you to be any different from the person you are, and this is who you are. Demigods have been around since the ancient times – long before Hogwarts, long before the island of Britain – why, many might say the gods who sired them were the source of Magic itself."

"Which gods might these be?"

"Considering that demi is a prefix for half, in which set of myths did the gods and goddesses mate with mortals?"

"That would be the Olympians, Gran. Are these the Greek or the Roman Olympians?"

"Ah, I am glad to know you have paid attention for all this time, Neville. Your Dad is one of the Greek Olympians."

"My Dad, you say, Gran? That narrows it down … but which one?"

"He told me to hand you this letter … it will carry you to this camp across the Atlantic … a camp made for demigods …"

Neville looked at the letter. He saw Greek letters, which reformed to read:

"The Portkey's phrase is Camp Half Blood."

He looked up. "Thanks for taking care of me, Gran. Camp Half Blood!"

After he disappeared, Augusta said, "You are welcome, dear Neville. May the gods watch over you, wherever you may go."

~HALF BLOOD HARRY POTTER~

Much to his disappointment, he landed in a true klutz fashion, breaking the pinochle table between Chiron and Mr. D by landing on it.

"Great gods above, it's raining demigods!" Mr. D said. "Is this somebody's idea of a joke?"

"I think the fall has been rough on him," said Chiron. "Are you okay, young man?"

Neville winced as he opened his eyes. "It's nothing, sir. I broke my wrist once at Hogwarts falling from a broom flight."

"Chiron, does something about his accent sound familiar?"

"Now that you mention it, Mr. D, it does. If memory serves me right, Harry and Hermione had the same accent."

"Wait a minute!" said Neville. "Harry and Hermione are here?"

"They did pass by here some days ago, but they are on a quest to save the world."

Neville chuckled. "It seems to happen every year with them, sir. The name's Neville Longbottom."

"Welcome to Camp Half Blood, Neville. The next question for us to ask is …"

He stopped as he saw a bunch of grapes appear over Neville's head. Mr. D saw this as well, and his eyes widened in shock. Father and son looked at each other, and together, they said:

"You have to be joking!"

Hearing this, Chiron could not help but burst into hearty laughter, even with Mr. D glaring at him …

Author's Note: Another fun chapter. Read and review!

Smiles and laughter,

Loki Palmer