"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 (with the exception of Loki) belong to Rick Riordan.
yukicrewger2: Glad you're enjoying the story.
Sea and Chaos: You're welcome. Hope you enjoy what I've got next.
Aurobeam Corporation: Please, I don't go for annoying stream of consciousness à la James Joyce. Writing something that I would lose my breath reading? No way!
DZ2: At least Fudge and the Ministry are paying out the tuchas for their negligence of Black … and let's remember it was under Crouch that the Ministry threw Black into Azkaban without a trial.
WhiteElfElder: Whose vaults are going to cough up that amount of money? LOL … knowing what you know about the characters I dislike, who would you think would be the main (cough cough) contributor?
Chapter 14
Hermes reappeared in the Olympus throne room. "Lord Father, the British Ministry has received the message. It's going to start a hunt for Pettigrew, and Sirius is receiving a payment of 10 million Galleons for each year of his unjust stay in Azkaban."
Zeus smiled. "I'm sure the Goblins will work out the sum to Our satisfaction. What is your estimate, Hermes?"
Hermes conjured up an accountant's hat and a typewriting calculator as he started typing up figures. "Well, let's see … Sirius landed in Azkaban the day after Halloween when Harry was one year old … we consider that Harry is … 13 years of age … Sirius had escaped during the summer between Harry's second and third years, so … that looks like … 11 and a half years. Shall we count the half-year, Lord Father?"
"Let's count it."
"Then Our sum comes out to 115 million Galleons total."
"Wow," said Sirius, "imagine what I could do with all that money!" However, remembering the effects of the Dementors made him frown in discomfort. "There would be the additional problem that I'm unable to have children anymore ..."
"Maybe I could help you, Sirius?" said the musical voice of Aphrodite.
"Lady Aphrodite, with all due respect, I mean I'm sterile. My arousal mechanisms work fine, thank You."
"Of course they do, Sirius. Just thought I could lend a hand … or two ..."
Apollo cleared his throat. "I believe healing is My department. Don't worry, son; if anyone can create a cure for you, I will create it. Give Me some time, that's all I ask."
Sirius bowed. "Thank You, Father."
"Let there be peace," said Zeus. "I will declare this Council meeting adjourned."
He remained in the throne room, with Poseidon, Athena, and Apollo. The four shrunk themselves down to mortal size.
"Annabeth … Hermione … I am so proud of the way you kept these young men in line," said Athena. "We know they will need your support in the days to come."
"I was right in knowing I could trust you, Sirius," said Zeus. "You and Remus will keep an eye on Harry, I am sure?"
Sirius gave him a crisp military salute. "Aye, aye, Lord Grandpa!"
Zeus's eyes flashed danger as Harry made a facepalm. "You shouldn't have said that, Sirius ..."
"The Ancient Greeks may have called Me the Father of Gods and Men, but for a demigod to have the impertinence to call Me Grandpa, even though he is a friend ..."
He ruffled Sirius's hair, running a small amount of electricity through it. Of course, this caused the hair to stand up and stick out.
"The new look suits you … mischievous son of Apollo!"
Everyone roared with laughter.
"Do you need help flattening your hair, Sirius?" said Poseidon. "One moment ..."
A conjured bucket dunked water on Sirius, eliciting more laughter.
"The water-logged mutt look," said Zeus. "That's a nice touch, Brother."
"Thank you, Brother, although it should be the electrified water-logged mutt look."
"Father," said Sirius, "Lord Zeus said the prophecy Trelawney gave about Harry was false. Is there another prophecy about him?"
"Yes, Sirius, but it is not for you to hear. It is for the three young male demigods here." Athena looked at Him. "Oh, right … and the two ladies with them. On July 31st – your birthday, Harry – the five of you are to go to the Big House where the Oracle resides. There, you will hear a true prophecy about you."
"Lord Apollo … Lady Athena … we mortals do have some measure of free will, right?"
"That is a theological debate that has lasted for millennia, young Loki," said Athena. "While the Fates do measure out the thread of a mortal life, try as a mortal might, he cannot escape his destiny. The possible methods of fulfillment may vary, but the ultimate outcome will turn out the same. Does that help answer your question?"
"It helps shed some possible light on the subject. Thank You, Lady Athena."
"You are welcome. Perseus Jackson, your progress so far is impressive. I will tell you the same as I told Harry: Try not to do anything stupid."
"I don't think that will be a problem with Annabeth around, Lady Athena."
He could feel an unspoken warning coming from Athena's stormy gray eyes: I will be keeping My eyes on you. Don't make Me mistrust you.
Zeus and Athena gave Harry and Hermione a hug, Poseidon hugged Percy and Annabeth, Apollo hugged Sirius, and as for Loki …
"Loki, are you feeling like We left you out? Come join the hug ..."
"Are You sure, Lord Uncle?"
"I'm positive. You may not be My son, but you are as good as another son. Why else do you think you received My blessing and patronage?"
Loki joined Harry and Hermione in the hug, and he could smell the scent of a rainstorm on his Uncle.
"Mmmmmm … this feels nice ..."
"You all have done Us a great service, and We cannot help but feel proud of you … yes, even you, Sirius," said Zeus. "You have stayed loyal to Harry, even when the Ministry threw you in a Tartarus-hole like Azkaban without a trial. Harry, I daresay that when you all make it back to Camp Half Blood, you will find a wonderful surprise … or two."
"Thank you for supporting Perseus, Harry," said Poseidon, giving him a hug.
"He's been a great ally, Uncle."
"Stay strong, young demigods," said Zeus, "and go with the blessings of Olympus."
~HALF BLOOD HARRY POTTER~
Harry took a breath of fresh air as they passed underneath the boundary. "Ah … home … there's no place like it ..."
"HARRY! PERCY! HERMIONE, ANNABETH, LOKI!" Grover came running to them. "Oh, thank the gods you're back!"
"Well, if it isn't our Comedy Relief himself – Sir Goat for Brains!"
"Oh, ha ha ha, very funny, Bolt Head! Your Dad came through and brought me out of the Underworld."
"Was it fun with my Dad?" said Loki.
"Contrary to popular opinion, Loki, the Rich One can be nice when He wants to be, but even so: do you think it would be right to leave me in the Underworld?"
There was a brief look of discomfort on Loki's face, but he replaced it with a grin. "No, I guess not."
"By the way, Percy, have anyone of you noticed anything different about me?"
"He's more hyper than usual?" said Harry.
"Either that, Harry, or he looks taller ..." said Percy.
"I got my horns! Grover Underwood, full Protector, at your service!"
Annabeth and Hermione squealed in pleasure as Loki said, "Mazel tov! Big, strapping, mensch of a satyr like you – you deserve the promotion!"
"Hey, everyone!" said a voice. "Harry's back!"
"Is that who I think it is?" Harry said. "Why, Neville, what happened to you? Last time we saw you, you were so short, we had to be careful of squashing you underfoot!"
"I'm a demigod too – a son of Mr. D!"
"That would explain the apparent klutziness you had," said Hermione. "Who would have thought?"
"I have learned so much here at Camp so far … Dad called in one of my older brothers to teach me 醉拳功夫!"
Everyone looked at Loki to explain. "Drunken Fist Kung Fu is a Chinese martial art based around the movements of a drunk person. "纳威，现在你会说中文吗？ 太 好 了！ 你哥哥教你中文吧?" (Neville, you can now speak Chinese? Excellent! I suppose your older brother is teaching you Chinese?)
"对。。。" (Right …)
"他贵姓?" (What's his last name?)
"他姓吕。" (His last name is Lü.)
He came along with a smile. "纳威，这些是你的朋友们吗？" (Neville, are these your friends?)
Loki bowed to him. "我们是，吕师父。我叫洛基，哈迪斯儿子。这些是小天狼星布莱克，阿波罗儿子和哈利的教父，哈利波特，宙斯儿子，河民波特，哈利的夫人和雅典娜女儿，波系捷克森，波塞冬儿子，安娜贝斯雀斯，雅典娜女儿，和格罗佛安德伍德，萨堤尔。" (We are, Master Lü. I am Loki, son of Hades. These are Sirius Black, son of Apollo and Harry's godfather, Harry Potter, son of Zeus, Hermione Potter, Harry's Lady and daughter of Athena, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, and Grover Underwood, satyr.)
Master Lü bowed to each in turn, and each bowed back. "我真高兴认识你们。" (I am pleased to meet you.) With a motion to Neville, they went on their way. Behind them …
"Harry! Hermione!" The Weasley Twins grabbed Harry and Hermione and put them on their shoulders.
"We knew you wouldn't let us down -"
"– You had to go and save the world –"
"– Yet again –"
"– Didn't you?"
Harry could not help laughing. "In case you haven't guessed, these are the infamous Weasley Twins, sons of Hermes."
The Twins put them down and grinned at the group. "Any friends of Harry's –"
"– Are our friends as well."
"We have some others from Hogwarts, right, George?"
Harry's eyes widened. "There are more from Hogwarts?"
"Aye, yeh all can bet yer sweet arses there be more of us than yeh thought, aye?"
"Seamus Finnegan, it's great to see you!"
"Likewise, Harry. Any guesses for me Olympian parent?"
"Given your habit of blowing materials in a fire, I would have to guess Hephaestus."
"Correct, Harry. Dean's here, too … where be tha' blighter?"
A roar sounded his location, and they saw him charging.
"Good gods," said Percy, "these Ares kids are serious about Camp. Are they thinking of challenging us on our first day back?"
"I don't know, Seaweed Brain, but they haven't had a taste of me yet," said Loki. "Annabeth, can you cover us, in case we need it?"
"Sure thing, Creepshow."
"Harry, Hermione, in case any of them get through us ..."
"Yeah, we take 'em out. Got it, Creepshow."
Loki rolled his eyes, then he let out a mad chuckle. "Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war!"
Padfoot let out a chilling howl as Loki summoned lightning to his warhammer and Percy summoned himself some water from the river.
None of the Ares kids, Dean included, made it to Harry, for Loki and Percy had encased many of them in ice. Some were on the ground with ringing headaches.
They came back. "A happy early birthday, Harry."
"Will they be okay?"
"Oh, sure, the summer heat should thaw them out … and if not, we can toss them on a rotisserie over the campfire ..."
Harry shuddered. "You are scary, you know that?"
"So?"
"As tempting as it may seem to you, let's not roast them on a spit. We don't want their Dad angry at us ..."
"Aye … as you command, milord."
"Harry?" said a female.
Harry looked up. "That's my name, don't wear it out. Who might you be?"
"I'm Thalia Grace, your sister. I was unsure when Father was going to let me out of the tree, but I'm glad He has. Annabeth!"
Annabeth hugged her. "Thalia! You're looking good for someone who's been stuck in a tree all these years! Meet Percy Jackson, a.k.a Seaweed Brain ..."
Percy waved at her.
"You remember Grover, right?"
"Of course I remember … you've grown ..."
"We have Hermione, Harry's wife ..."
Hermione hugged her. "I have a feeling we are going to be great friends, Thalia."
"Last but not least, this blushing young Creepshow is Loki, son of the Rich One. The nickname is because he is scary when he's angry."
Loki bowed to give her hand a chivalrous kiss. "I don't hurt anyone, milady … as long as they don't deserve it ..."
"Well, aren't you a polite one? It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise."
Chiron galloped up to meet them. "Welcome back. I see you've met Thalia."
"How is the Camp, Chiron?"
"Harry, it's been wonderful here, though Mr. D has feared that Fred and George would prank the Camp without mercy."
Hermione smiled. "That's a logical fear, I guess."
Chiron looked down at Loki. "Your Father, young Loki, has brought up a Cabin for you. Of course, the sight of it gives everyone around here the creeps, but if He wants a Cabin for you, who are we to say otherwise?"
He led them to the new Cabin, which stood in the center of the other Cabins. It stood in shiny black marble, with skulls looking out from each pillar, shining candles in their eye sockets. Three skeleton warriors stood at the entrance.
Harry shrugged. "Say what you like about the Rich One; He has a flair for scary decoration."
"Of course He does, Harry, and its central location with relation to the other Cabins makes sense. As a common High Valyrian saying goes: Valar morghulis. All men must die."
"High Valyrian?"
"It's an ancient language from George R.R. Martin's series, Game of Thrones."
He walked up to the skeleton warriors. "Chiron is welcome to visit, as are Sirius Black, Harry and Hermione Potter, Thalia Grace, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Grover Underwood. If anyone else comes to visit, let me know so I may let you know whether to admit them. Valar morghulis."
"Valar dohaeris," the skeletons answered. "All men must serve."
Author's Note: Another fun chapter done. The sayings Valar Morghulis and Valar dohaeris and the fictional language of High Valyrian belong to George R.R. Martin. As you can tell, I am a big fan of the series, both the books and the TV series. Read and review!
Smiles and laughter,
Loki Palmer