DSC: Well here is the first full chapter of Blood of Three, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Is Percy gay and with various male Olympians in the stories? No! then I don't own Percy Jackson. What about Harry Potter? I own it as much as I own Percy Jackson.

Also I'm sorry for the abrupt close of my poll but it was "No" was just so far ahead I didn't see much point.

Now I feel I should warn you that this fic will be slash, however I haven't fully decided on the pairings except one but I am trying to give Harry three mates and I am debating on the last two, I have a ton of choices, so I am just going to wait and see as the story goes on.

Oh and no beta and every time I try saving this documents on fanfiction my extra space and tabs are removed

Harry Potter was having a confusing day. It had started out when he woke up from a strange dream and found himself on a crowded school bus. The bus was filled with various children who, he thought, looked to be around eleven and twelve year olds.

'Where am I?' Harry silently asked himself as he looked around at his surroundings and trying to figure out how he got wherever he was. However, Harry couldn't remember much of anything. All he could remember was that his name was Harry James Potter and that he was eleven years old, but everything else was a blank.

It was just as Harry's chest began to well up in fear that he felt something hit him in the back of the head.

"What the-," Harry shouted by accident as he felt something soft and gross go down the back of his emerald green shirt. When Harry reached up the back of his shirt, the object having slid nearly all the way down, and pulled out whatever was thrown at him he couldn't help but grimace.

'Is that ketchup and peanut butter?' he wondered as he looked at the piece of a sandwich that was hit him.

When Harry turned around to find the culprit he was met with the sight of a girl with curly red her and orange freckles, which made her look as if her face was covered in spray cheese, holding a tattered sandwich with a grin that clearly said she did it. Harry didn't really understand why, but there was something about the girl that seemed familiar to him, something about the color of her hair and her freckles. However, before Harry could think more on the matter, his head began to get sharp pains. The pains started out small, like a mild headache, but when his mind flashed an image of a boy with fiery, red hair and orange freckles. The pain grew so bad that he couldn't help but groan even as he kept his eyes close to hold off the pain.

"Harry, are you okay?" Someone asked sounding worried as they shook his shoulders.

Harry didn't know why, maybe it was because he stopped trying to remember who the strange, red haired boy was, but almost as soon as the stranger asked him if he was okay, the pain began to fade.

"I'm fine." Harry answered automatically while rubbing his eyes. "It's just a migraine." Harry then opened eyes to look at the person he answered.

The person was a boy sitting behind her. The boy looked somewhat similar to Harry with both sharing messy black and green eyes, but that was where the similarities ended. First off the boy was Caucasian but his skin was still tanner then Harry's pale skin. Secondly Harry's hair was shorter and much messier, like a bird nest, while the other boy had longer and somewhat neater hair. Then there were their eyes, both had green but the boy's eyes looked more sea green where Harry's eyes were emerald green and covered by large, cheap glasses. Finally, there was their general facial and body structure with Harry being shorter, and unfortunately more feminine, then the boy in sitting behind him.

"If you're sure," the boy said with a shrug. "But you weren't looking so good."

The boy was cut off when another piece of sandwich was thrown by the girl and landed in the boy next to him.

"I'm going to kill her." The boy said gritting his teeth in anger.

"Its okay." the other boy said grabbing the piece of sandwich that was caught in his hair. "I like peanut butter."

When Harry looked at the second boy the first thought he had was.

'Is this guy really a sixth grader?' Sure, the boy was scrawny with curly brown hair but he also had wisps of a beard on his chin that made him look older. But what caught Harry's attention the most was how the guy looked at him. It was like he had never seen him before, unlike everyone else around him. Harry could easily tell that whoever this boy was he clearly knew something that Harry didn't. But, was it a good idea to confront him about it, especially on a bus filled with people?

Before Harry could finish his thought, the girl in the back had sent another piece of sandwich flying towards them. It was as the older looking kid duck his head and a fraction of his hair parted, that Harry saw them.

'Are those horns?' he asked himself before, as if on reflex, he caught the piece of the sandwich and tossed it to the ground.

"That's it." The sea green eyed boy said standing up.

However, before he could go any further, he was stopped by both Harry and his friend.

"You're already on probation," the boy with horns said. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

"Besides," Harry added. "You shouldn't hit girls, even if they are bullies."

"She's hardly a girl." Sea eyed boy said with a snort but sat back down just as the bus began to pull into a drive way.

Harry bit his lip as he gazed out of the window before turning towards the two boys.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "But who are you?" The first boy looked at him in surprise and confusion while the other one gave Harry a strange look.

"Come on man, it's us Percy and Grover." The sea eyed boy answered pointing to himself and then the boy next to him as he said their names. "Your roommate, don't you remember?"

Harry didn't know why he trusted these two, maybe it was desperation, but he thought it would be best to answer truthfully.

"I'm sorry but I don't." Harry said worriedly.

"Wait," Grover said, his eyes widening as if he had a revelation. "Do you remember anything?"

Harry bit his lip at the question before answering.

"I remember my name and birthday," Harry answered. Harry hated how timid his voice had sound and felt he should have been suspicious of the two boys, or at least cautious. But he was confused and afraid and he wanted answers. The only thing he wasn't willing to divulge at the moment was that strange dream he had before waking up.

The scrawny boy, Grover, looked over at Percy worriedly.

"Hey Perc," He said. "I think we should talk to Mr. Brunner about this, he might have an idea what to do."

"I think you're right." Percy agreed. "We'll talk to him when we get off the bus, something tells me there will be trouble if Mrs. Dodds finds out." Grover shook his head vigorously in agreement with that.

Something about how Grover looked at him told Harry that he knew something and Harry could swear that Grover sniffed him as he said that. But, for some reason, Harry knew it would be pointless to ask him about what he knows

"Um, so who are Mr. Brunner and Mrs. Dodds?" Harry asked. "And where are we exactly?"

"Yeah," Percy said scratching the back of his head nervously. "I guess we should try to remind you, or something, about your past."

"We're currently in the state of New York heading towards New York City's Metropolitan Museum of Art's for our Latin field trip." Grover began to explain. "As for Mr. Brunner and Mrs. Dodds, well they are the teacher chaperons."

"Mr. Brunner is the Latin teacher and head of the field trip." Percy added. "He's pretty cool for a teacher. Mrs. Dodds however, well she's the math teacher and she can be a down right b-"

"Percy." Grover interrupted before looking further back into the bus, warning Percy that he would be caught if he finished the sentence.

Harry followed Grover's eyes until he found himself looking at an adult woman a few seats back in the other row of the bus. Just looking at the woman Harry couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. The woman was old with a sadistic and cruel face. However, the strangest part about this woman, at least in Harry's opinion, was the fact she was wearing a Harley jacket. That just wasn't something Harry expected to see on such an elderly woman. It seemed that the woman sensed Harry staring at her because she turned her head towards his direction. Harry swore that for the briefest second, the woman looked surprised to see him on the bus before covering up with a sneer and looking away. However, before Harry could think about it more the bus came to a stop and opened its doors.

When Harry got off the bus he couldn't help but stop and look around. He was standing on a side walk in front of huge building with hundreds of people pushing their way in. Harry guessed that this was the Metropolitan Museum. However, he couldn't be sure because when he looked at the closes sign it read metprolatin meusum.

"Hey Percy, Grover," Harry called out. "I think I might be reading this wrong can one of you guys tell me what it says?"

The two boys came over and stand beside him while looking at the sign.

"Sorry Harry," Percy said. "My dyslexia makes it harder for me to read. I think it's just the name of the museum."

"It says Metropolitan Museum of Fine Arts." Grover answered before giving Harry a curious look. "Why, what do you think it read?"

"Oh nothing," Harry said automatically, as if he had done it frequently. "The sun's glare just made it hard for me to see." However, something about what happened caused Harry to have another memory flash.

Flash back

Harry was young and small, probably around seven though he looked five. He was lying on a small cot in a small cupboard with the only source of light coming from a hanging light bulb above. In Harry's hand was a picture book, giving to him by his teacher to have him practice reading. However, as he looked at the words they began moving and disappearing making it impossible for him to read. Harry couldn't help but sigh before setting the book down in annoyance.

'Why can't I read?' he silently asked himself closing his eyes. 'I can't honestly be dumber then Dudley, can I?'

Harry's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the houses front door slam shut, knowing that his uncle was home. Suddenly, the door to the cupboard was yanked open and Harry was yanked out of the cupboard by his hair. When Harry looked up he found himself looking at an obese, walrus like man whose face was purple with rage.

"You damn Freak," the man shouted. "Do you know what I had to deal with today?"

Harry felt fear well up in his chest, today had been parent teacher conferences at his primary school and Dudley and him shared the same teacher.

"No Uncle Vernon." Harry answered before silently berating himself for such an idiotic move.

"Your teacher told me that you haven't been reading like you are supposed to," Vernon snarled. "Said she suspected you had dyslexia and wanted to get you tested."

"What's dislecseea*?" Harry asked before feeling something large and hard hit him in the gut.

Harry soon found himself kneeling in pain on the floor.

"Don't ask questions." Vernon roared. "Now listen here Freak. I don't care if you have brain problems, you don't even deserve to read, but I refuse to have other people know it. You will stop being lazy and at least act like a normal human being, is that clear?"

"Yes...Uncle." Harry huffed out.

"Good," the man grunted before pulling his belt off. "Now, it's time for your punishment." Harry then felt the belts buckle whipping his back side before blacking out.

"Harry," a voice called out as a hand grabbed his shoulder. "Harry, snap out of it."

"What?" Harry said, shaking his head and feeling dazed, as he looked up at Percy.

"Thank gods," Grover said, his face pale and sickly looking. "Are you alright, we lost you there for a moment."

"Sorry," Harry said, "I'm fine now."

Both of the teens looked at him worriedly, Grover more so.

"Harry," Percy said. "I think we should go talk to Mr. Brunner, this is the second time this happened to you."

"No!" Harry shouted instantly but it came out louder then he meant to causing people to stare at them.

Harry then blushed before pulling the two away from the crowd where they could whisper silently together.

"No," Harry repeated, this time in a whisper. "It's just I think I just remembered something and it freaked me out a little, I'm fine now."

"Really," Percy asked curiously. "What was it?"

"I-I don't really feel like sharing." Harry answered

"But-"

"Stop, Percy." Grover said, sounding strangely out of characters. "If Harry doesn't want to tell us then we shouldn't pry."

"Fine," Percy said. "Come on, Mr. Brunner's calling us." Harry gave Grover a look of gratitude before the three boys headed back towards their class where the teachers were doing attendence

The rest of the day had been surprisingly interesting and fun for Harry. The field trip was led by Mr. Brunner, a middle aged man with thinning brown hair who was paralyzed from the waist down. When Mr. Brunner had been doing attendance he had made a strange pause when he got to Harry's name and gave Harry a look similar to the one Grover had been giving him, a look of confusion mixed with suspicion, fear and curiosity. Unlike Grover, however, Mr. Brunner had been able to quickly cover up his confusion before moving on and acting like Harry had always been in his class.

Mr. Brunner just had this way of explaining the artifacts that grabbed Harry's attention, as if he had personally seen or known the people he was talking about. Harry's favorite story so far had been when Mr. Brunner had talked about the goddess or titan Leto. How, after giving birth to Artemis, Artemis had been the one to help Leto give birth to her twin brother Apollo. Harry didn't know why, but something about this tale had seemed important to him and he had listened vigorously to tales of the two twins since. Which is why Harry felt annoyed with the rest of the class, who wouldn't shut up and made it hard for him concentrate.

Harry's musings were interrupted when his eyes settled on a vase behind a display case. Harry didn't know what possessed him but he soon found himself walking away from the rest of group and towards the vase. The vase itself was simple, made of bronze like most vases from ancient Greece, but there was something about the painting that drew Harry's attention. The vase was painted with the image of a woman with three faces, one normal face and then two others where the ears should have been. In each of the woman's hands was a lit torch and standing next to her were two animals, a dog and some sort of animal that Harry didn't recognize.

"Excuse me Mr. Brunner?" Harry called drawing the man's attention away from an image that showed Apollo fighting a giant snake. "Who's this?" Mr. Brunner looked as if he wanted to scold Harry for interrupting but something, curiosity perhaps, stopped him.

After taking a few minutes to look at the vase, or whatever it was called in Ancient Greece, Mr. Brunner looked up at Harry.

"A very interesting image you found here Mr. Potter." Mr. Brunner said in a way that sounded both curious, suspicious and more. "This image here is of a minor goddess known as Hecate, the goddess of Magic, crossroads and obscurity. Hecate is different from many of the gods we study in the fact that she wasn't descended from the Titan king Kronos but of the two Titans Perses and Asteria. Beside Hecate are two of her sacred animals a she dog and a pole cat. Hecate, according to the Homeric Hymns and other works, was the goddess who suggested to Demeter to talk to Helios, who at the time was still god of the sun, in order to find the missing goddess Persephone who had been kidnapped by the Lord of the Dead."

As Mr. Brunner talked about Hecate, Harry couldn't help but tone him out and stare at the painting. There was something about this goddess that seemed familiar, as if he had seen her before.

'Don't be stupid Harry.' He thought to himself just as Mr. Brunner was beginning to move away from the vase. 'How could you have possibly met a Greek goddess?' However, as Harry was walking away, memories of the dream he had before waking up on the bus flashed through his mind, especially the scene where he was at a crosswalk.

After Hecate, Mr. Brunner had made his way over to a stele of a young girl, a stele being an ancient Greek grave marker, which had various carvings in it. However, the crowd had gotten even louder and Harry was about to ask them to shut up when someone else beat him to it.

"Will you shut up?" Percy shouted out and interrupted Mr. Brunner as he was talking about a particular image on the stele. Judging by Percy's blush it came out louder then he meant.

"Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunner asked Percy who was blushing in embarrassment at having spoken so loudly. "Do you have a comment?"

"Uh no sir," Percy said, his face red from embarassment.

"Perhaps you could tell us then what this image is?" Mr. Brunner said pointing at one of the images on the stele.

Percy looked at the image before visibly relaxing at what he saw.

"That's Kronos eating his children, right?" Percy half asked, half stated.

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said clearly not satisfied. "And he did this because..."

"Well..." Percy said. "Kronos was the king god, and-"

As soon as he heard that Harry couldn't help but wince. Even with his amnesia he knew that Kronos was no god, though why he winced he didn't know.

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan," Percy corrected himself. "And he didn't trust his children, who were the gods, so he ate them, right? However, the gods' mother was able to sneak away baby Zeus and when he got older he tricked Kronos into barfing his brothers and sisters up-."

"Eeeeew" a random girl said in back.

"-Then there was this big battle fought and the gods won." Percy concluded.

Some of the kids snickered at Percy's answer which caused a surge of anger well up in Harry, as if he had once gone through the same thing. Meanwhile, in front of Harry but behind Percy, Nancy was mumbling to her friends, something about using this stuff in real life and job applications. Harry wasn't really paying attention to the words themselves but he was shocked to find that he could hear the red head's words perfectly, even though she was in the front of the crowd while Harry stood in the back.

"And why Mr. Potter," Mr. Brunner said, interrupting Harry's thoughts, "to paraphrase Ms. Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in life?"

Harry couldn't help but wince in embarrassment at being caught by the teacher before thinking over the question while ignoring the small argument between Nancy and Grover.

"I don't know sir." Harry answered after a few seconds while feeling stupid and baffled by question.

"I see," Mr. Brunner said with a disappointed sigh. "Well, half credit Mr. Jackson." Mr. Brunner then went into more detail with Percy's answer.

"On that happy note," Mr. Brunner said, finishing his lecture. "Mrs. Dodds, would you be so kind to lead us outside for some lunch?" Harry moved over to the side to allow the other kids to leave, he wanted to look at more pictures of Hecate, Artemis and Apollo and didn't really have anything to eat anyways. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Jackson, could you both stay here for a minute." Mr. Brunner called as Percy and Grover were about to leave.

Percy urged Grover to leave before coming back to stand near Harry and Mr. Brunner.

"Sir?" Percy asked, as if he had expected this.

"First off, Harry, I want to talk to you about your...situation after we are done here." Mr. Brunner said giving Harry a hard look that clearly conveyed his message.

Harry just nodded, not able to argue with the look Brunner gave him, his intense brown eyes which gave him the look as if he had been over a thousand years old, despite the rest of his body.

"Good," Mr. Brunner said before turning more serious and looking at both of them. "Now then, the reason I called you both here was because you two must learn the answer to my question."

"About the Titans?" Percy asked confusedly

"About real life. And how your studies relate to it." Mr. Brunner said seriously.

"Oh" a confused Percy said and Harry couldn't blame him.

"What you learn from me," Brunner said, "is vitally important. I expect the both of you to treat it as such. I will only expect the best from you two.

Harry couldn't help but feel confused by Mr. Brunner's words. Yes he knew that on some level that school work was important but he didn't really know how this particular one was. Meanwhile Percy mumbled about doing better before high tailing out of the museum to catch up with Grover, leaving Harry alone with the teacher.

"Um Mr. Brunner," Harry said turning towards the teacher who had been looking at the stele sadly, as if he had been to the young girls funeral.

Harry didn't want to be rude and interrupt Mr. Brunner's thoughts when he was clearly depressed so he waited.

"Who are you Mr. Potter?" Mr. Brunner asked suddenly and causing Harry to jump out of his skin in surprise.

"Um," Harry said feeling unsure about telling an adult for some strange reason about his predicament. "I'm sorry sir but I don't under-"

"Don't play coy Mr. Potter." Mr. Brunner interrupted. "I know for a fact that before appearing on the bus there had been no Harry Potter attending Yancy Academy. You had clearly manipulated the Mist to cause people to believe you were a student but I am not so easily tricked. You must be very powerful to manipulate the Mist to such an extent."

Harry didn't quite understand everything Mr. Brunner had talked about, especially the thing about a mist, but Harry wasn't sure about telling him anything. Something inside Harry just told him that he had bad experience with teachers in the past. However, Harry couldn't ignore the chance of getting some answers about what was happening.

"I honestly don't know sir." Harry answered. "The only thing I can remember, except my name and birthday, was a strange dream I had before I woke up on the bus. Anything before that is a total blank."

Mr. Brunner looked at Harry in a way that was clear he was trying to find any deception in Harry's words.

"I see," Mr. Brunner said with a sigh. "Be that as it may, you are clearly one of my charges and as such I will need to explain things to you before taking you to safety. However, it wouldn't be wise to do it here so I want you to come to my office tonight, after dinner, and I will explain things there. For now, just blend in and go about life as a normal student." Harry wanted to protest, he wanted things explained to him now. But he knew that it wasn't safe and chose to trust Mr. Brunner.

It was then that Grover came running into the museum, looking frantic.

"Chiron...Mrs. Dodds...attacking...Percy." The scrawny boy huffed out, clearly having trouble breathing. Mr. Brunner's face paled before he grabbed Grover by the shoulders.

"Which way did they go Grover?" He asked and Grover pointed towards the side hallway that led towards the gift shop.

As soon as Grover pointed out the direction Mr. Brunner and Harry ran, well Harry ran Mr. Brunner wheeled, through the halls. Harry didn't understand what was going on but the frantic looks on both Brunner and Grover told him to hold his questions and follow them.

"Where are they?" Mr. Brunner asked himself as the two got closer to the gift shop. It was then that Harry noticed a scoff on the floor that seemed recent to him heading towards the hall on their left.

"I think they went this way." Harry said pointing down the hall way. Mr. Brunner didn't say anything and instantly went down the hall.

When Harry got When Harry caught up to Mr. Brunner he was met with a strange and terrifying sight. Standing in an empty exhibit was Percy with a hideous, monstrous version of Mrs. Dodds, her hands turned to claws and her jacket replaced with leather wings, lunging at him, her eyes glowing red with murder.

"What ho Percy!" Brunner shouted before throwing an uncapped pen at Percy.

Harry didn't really understand what happened next. One moment Percy had caught the pen, the next he was holding a sword. At first Harry felt relieved, as now Percy had something to defend himself. But that had quickly shattered when he had buckled under the sword's weight.

"No!" Harry shouted in fear before, as if on instinct, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the strange, ornate, stick he had found in his pocket and pointed it towards the monster."Stupify." He shouted, not knowing where that came from.

As he shouted the strange word a red light shot out of the stick and hit the monster. However, the only thing the light did was cause the monster to pause in surprise and turn her attention towards Harry. Luckily, the pause had given Percy enough time to get his bearings and swing the sword towards the creature. Then, as the creature was killed, she blow up into gold dust that flew away like leaves in the wind.

"Come along Mr. Potter." Mr. Brunner said turning around and bringing himself towards the exit.

Harry turned to the older man in surprise. After all, one of his students had gotten attacked by a monster shouldn't they be helping him. However, before he could ask, Grover had grabbed onto his shoulder and began to steer him away.

"It's okay. Percy will be fine." The older boy said. "For now, just follow Chi-I mean Mr. Brunner and play along." Harry just nodded his head before following Grover and Mr. Brunner out of the museum where they settled down at the water fountain.

It didn't take long for Percy to come out of the museum after that but he was stopped from going directly towards them by Nancy Bobofit and then headed towards Chiron who was sitting quite a distance away.

"Okay, Chiron is sitting far away to give us some time." Grover said watching as Percy began to make his way towards Mr. Brunner. "Before he gets here I need to tell you to pretend that Mrs. Dodds never existed. If anyone asks our math teacher is a Mrs. Kerr and there has never been a Mrs. Dodds."

"Wait, what?" Harry asked.

"Why do you want me to lie? Who's Mrs. Kerr? And what the bloody hell happened back there?"

"I'm sorry but it will take too long to answer at the moment." Grover explained. "But for now, trust me, it's safer for Percy to remain ignorant and the best way is for him to believe that everything that just happened was his imagination." Harry didn't really understand what he was talking about but he figured he would just ask Brunner later.

Just as Harry decided that, Percy had made his way over to the two preteens.

"Hey guys," he said looking scarred and confused. "Have you guys seen Mrs. Dodds?" Harry didn't trust his acting skills. So, he just kept quiet and let Grover do the talking.

"Who?" Grover asked after pausing.

'Oh no,' Harry thought when he heard Grover talk.

It was clear that Grover was a terrible liar. Not only did he give a long pause, not even covering up with an excuse such as eating, but he didn't look Percy in the eyes. And judging by the look in Percy's eyes, he could tell Grover was lying.

"Not funny man." Percy said. "This is serious."

'He thinks this is a joke.' Harry thought as thunder boomed overhead. Luckily, Percy didn't get the chance to question either of them further as Mr. Brunner had called an end to lunch and ushered the class back inside. Harry couldn't help but feel relieved.

Well there it is the first full chapter of the Blood of Three I hope you all liked it.

I should warn you that I had to go back and rewrite certain parts of this story so I'm sorry if there are confusing bits and I repeated some things that I tried to fic.

*I purposely misspelled dyslexia here because Harry is around seven and I doubt he would be able to fully pronounce it back then.

Anyways I was wondering, I know you lot didn't want Hermione and Ron to be Demigods, I might save that for another story though, but are there any other wizards who you want to see as Demigods?

For all my old fans I have a poll up asking which of my fics you would like me to rewrite after this fic.