Twice-Blessed – Harry Potter/Percy Jackson.
"Mr Potter?"
Harry glanced up from where he was absently picking at the edges of his pyjamas and smiled awkwardly at Madam Pomfrey, the Medi-Witch moving over to stand at the end of his bed and casting a silent spell at his leg and then his arm. "You're healing up quite nicely Mr Potter," Pomfrey assured him happily, "You'll be out of here by lunch at the latest".
"Thank you Ma'am", Harry replied slowly, "Uh, is there any way I could get a book or something? So I have something to do?"
"Of course Mr Potter," Madam Pomfrey confirmed with a nod, "Just call for Tipsy and ask her to get whatever you need within reason. Now I don't want to see you out of bed until morning," she continued, "Your leg might be able to handle the stress but I'd rather not risk it".
Nodding, Harry waited patiently for the Medi-Witch to enter her office on the other end of the hospital wing before tentatively calling for the hospital wing's assigned house elf who appeared instantly with a crack and blinked at him with wide eyes expectantly. "Could you please get my DADA book from my bag?" Harry asked Tipsy slowly, watching as the house elf vanished with another crack, waiting for a moment before smiling at the house elf as she reappeared with his book clutched in her hands, "Thank you Tipsy".
"Tipsy is being happy to help young Master," Tipsy said dismissively. "Tipsy… Tipsy has a question young Master" she added hopefully. "Is…" she began when Harry nodded to her politely, "Tipsy heard whisperings when she was cleaning," she admitted in a soft murmured, "Is the Dark Lord really back?"
"Yes," Harry ground out, his right arm throbbing painfully in reminder of what had happened mere hours ago, "Yes he is".
Tipsy let out a horrified whimper and vanished without another word, leaving Harry to exhale slowly and lean back onto his pillows, reaching for the book Tipsy had left near his knee and pulling it onto his lap.
After his 'duel' with Voldemort earlier that night Harry knew he was nowhere near the level of an adult Wizard, meaning he needed to know more spells and needed more practical experience in casting said spells. Despite its previous luck he knew that a simple Expelliarmus wouldn't match up to the kinds of spells that Voldemort and his Death Eaters would be throwing his way, the fake Mad-Eye Moody's motto of 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' flashing through his mind. It didn't matter that it had been a Death Eater that had said it, it was still a good point, unfortunately Voldemort's quote from first year, 'There is no good or evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it' also came to mind and refused to leave any time soon.
"I'll master this," Harry promised himself under his breath as he opened the book to the page on the 'Stunning Spell', "Next time I'll save you Cedric".
"A noble goal".
"If I hadn't convinced Cedric to take the cup with me then he'd still be alive," Harry countered simply before freezing and slowly looking up to stare at the black-haired woman sitting cross-legged at the end of his bed, two glowing purple eyes staring into his emerald-green ones.
"Hello Harry," the woman greeted slowly, tilting her head to the side as she studied him, "Long time no see".
"Uh hi?" Harry replied awkwardly, his hand tightening around his wand as he eyed the woman cautiously, "Who are you again?"
The woman let out a musical chuckle and shook her head, "Oh you've never met me," she denied with a lazy wave of your hand, "But right before the Third Task alone your Godfather has spoken of me, as has the late Cedric Diggory".
"How did you get in here? I saw Madam Pomfrey lock the doors herself, no one can get in unless she lets the-" Harry froze as the only thing he could think of that he had heard both Sirius and Cedric speaking about came to mind, "Unless she lets them or they're Hecate," he corrected slowly.
"Good luck in the maze Pup," Sirius whispered as they stood opposite each other in the empty classroom, "Hecate guide you".
"Lady Hecate give me strength," Cedric muttered under his breath as he and Harry started towards their entrances to the maze.
"You're a Goddess?" Harry blurted in shock as he realised exactly what that meant, "The Greek Gods actually exist?"
"If Magic can exist then why can't the Gods?" Hecate countered, "And we've existed long before Magic ever has".
"You're a Goddess?" Harry mumbled slowly, "I'm dreaming. I have to be".
"Of course you're dreaming," Hecate admitted, "You feel asleep when the sleeping spell your Madam Pomfrey cast on you kicked in, you're snoring away with your book on your chest. That's how I'm here, I'm talking to you in your dream, once I leave it'll return to what it was before. Which is, unfortunately, a nightmare".
"Why?" Harry asked looking up from the book he was blinking down at (The book that he now noticed was blank), "Why are you talking to me?"
"Because Harry Potter," Hecate began, "You're a Demigod".
"But I can't be a Demigod! I'm just Harry," he exclaimed.
"Well just Harry, you're a Demigod," Hecate agreed.
"But I can't be a- no we're not getting into that," Harry refused shaking his head, "I don't believe you, how can I be a Demigod and a Wizard? And what is a Demigod in the first place?" he added.
"A Wizard is simply a person who can access and manipulate magic," Hecate explained slowly, "A Demigod is a person who is half-divine, the son or daughter of a God or Goddess. The two are not mutually exclusive, if I wish to gift a Demigod my Blessing then I shall, your Godly parents were more than happy to grant me permission to do so".
"I'm the son of a God or Goddess?" Harry echoed as he stared at Hecate with his mouth open in shock, "Of course I am. I can never be 'just Harry' can I?" he asked softly, realising that his life could be more fucked up than it was right now.
"You have a far greater destiny than that Harry Potter," Hecate corrected with a gentle smile.
"Wait," Harry realised suddenly, "You said my 'Godly parents', as in both of them? If I was a Demigod, then wouldn't I only have one parent?"
"You would," Hecate agreed, "Unless you were either a Godling or a Twice-Blessed. A Godling, or a Twice-Blessed, is born of two Gods but is mortal. A Twice-Blessed, like you Harry, is merely a Demigod with the power of two parents. You are still a Demigod, just a Twice-Blessed one," she clarified, "And yes. Your Godly parents chose to give you to James and Lily Potter, on the account of you being mortal and Lily being your half-sister," she admitted.
Harry stared at Hecate in horror, a laugh bubbling out of his chest before he could stop it, throwing his head back to let it all out before he slowly lowered it to stare at the amused looking 'Goddess' as he tried to regain his breath. "Mum… Lily… Is my sister?" he exhaled between gasps, "As in my sister?" Hecate only nodded her head making Harry whimper as he tried to pull his blankets over his head, ending up curling up when Hecate proved to be heavier than she looked by weighting down the end of the bed.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked slowly, his voice muffled by the blankets over his head.
"Because despite how being a Demigod and being a Wizard are two different things. I made an oath to the King of Gods that I would not let Demigod children have both Magic and their Godly powers until a certain stage in life," Hecate explained softly, "Wizard Demigods gain their powers later than non-magical ones, and they only have their powers 'unlocked' through their parent's interference or a life or death situation".
"I've had a lot of those," Harry muttered under his breath, not sure he'd have enough fingers left if he tried to count them all.
"Indeed you have," Hecate confirmed, "However as a Twice-Blessed and a Wizard it needed to be something big, something extremely dangerous".
"Voldemort," Harry finished.
"Actually it was the Tournament as a whole," Hecate corrected as Harry pulled the blankets down so he could see her, "The Goblet of Fire is an ancient Roman tool used by Roman Demigods, the moment your name was called your powers started unlocking, and the moment touched the Triwizard Cup your powers were forcibly unbound".
"So you're here to take my magic then?" Harry asked slowly as his stomach sank, "Can't you just take my 'Demigod' powers away instead? I love my magic," he pleaded, visions on Ron and Hermione turning their backs on him for no longer being a Wizard flashing through his mind.
"I'm not here to take your magic away," Hecate denied, "In a Magical Demigod, they have two cores, their Magical one and their Divine one. However, these cores react negatively towards each other, if I were to leave now and never return you'd be dead by this time next year". Harry's head snapped up and he stared at the Goddess in horror as she smiled at him innocently, "What I'm here to do is decide if you're worthy of bearing my gift, and if you are I convert your Wizarding core into my core, meaning you'll have pure magic instead of wand magic".
"You decide if I'm worthy?" Harry repeated nervously, "How?"
"I already have," Hecate confessed with a proud smile, "You wish to keep my gift because it granted you family. You are indeed worthy".
"That's it?" Harry blurted. "I mean I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything," he added when Hecate's eyebrow rose, "I was just expecting something bigger, something more than just reading my mind I guess".
"Would you rather I send you out to slay a dragon in my name?" Hecate drawled slowly, making him shake his head rapidly, "Then stop complaining," she scolded. "If you want a Quest however, then I'll give you one," she decided, "Practice your new gifts, your new magic, and then instead of returning to Privet Drive get your Uncle to drop you off at Heathrow Airport to board a flight to New York. From there I want you to get to Montauk, Long Island. You'll find a Camp there for Demigods, you'll need the training they'll give you to survive the monsters that will surely hunt you down as a Twice-Blessed," she instructed slowly so Harry could remember it all.
"Monsters," was all Harry managed to get out, "I'm going to be hunted down and most likely eaten by monsters?"
"You should be used to it by now," Hecate deadpanned, "Acromantula. Basilisk. Dementors. The Dragon. The Grindylow in the lake. All of them have been attracted to your Demigod scent even if they didn't recognise it," she explained, "At the Camp you'll be trained in weapons, your powers, and even your magic by other Demigods. And the wards surrounding the Camp keep the Mythos, just as the wards around Hogwarts do only stronger".
"So my options are go to the Camp or get eaten?" Harry muttered slowly, "What a hard choice".
"Don't get snarky," Hecate warned, "Most Gods will not accept that kind of lip from anyone, especially not a mere Demigod, not even a Twice-Blessed".
"Sorry Ma'am," Harry apologised quickly making Hecate wave a hand dismissively.
"In the past Harry. Now to my most important piece of business here. Tom Riddle has returned and I want him dead," Hecate declared simply, "You have defeated him four times now, and I want you to be the one to destroy him permanently. You are the most powerful Magical Demigod to be roaming the planet, stronger even than my own half-blood children, add to that your Divine powers and you are my best choice to fight Voldemort".
"With all due respect Ma'am I was kind of expecting that I would be the one forced to defeat him in the first place," Harry admitted carefully when the Goddess paused, having already come to the realisation that since he defeated Voldemort the first time that he would be expected to so once more.
"Then you'll have no problem accepting a paid offer to do so from me then," Hecate confirmed, "Act as my Champion, I will grant you the power you need to destroy Riddle and his 'Death Eaters', and once your task is done you can return to whatever life it is you wish to live," she offered making Harry stare at her in shock.
"You're going to pay me to do what I was already going to do?"
"There is a prophecy about the two of you Harry," Hecate explained, "Only you can kill him, and only he can kill you. Fate will continue throwing you two at each other until one of you finally kills the other, I'm merely ensuring that you win".
"Oh," Harry exhaled, leaning back and blinking at Hecate in confusion, "Sure uh, I accept your offer Lady Hecate".
"Good boy Harry," Hecate said approvingly, "I'll arrange everything while you return to your sleep. Just remember, don't tell anyone about this, the Ministry will not hesitate to declare Demigods Dark Creatures to get at you and Dumbledore with the way they are planning on denying the Riddle's return".
"I'll keep that in mind Ma'am," Harry promised slowly, faltering as he was suddenly struck with how normal he felt sitting there talking to a Goddess so casually.
Hecate smiled at him again and Harry offered her an awkward smile back, making the black-haired Goddess reach out to brush his fringe from his face, "Nightmares cannot hurt us Harry," she whispered softly, "They may haunt our dreams but they are nothing more than scary thoughts our doubts throw at us".
It was with that final comment that Harry was snapping up in bed, the dark shape of Tipsy the House Elf falling back onto her rear with a startled squeak. "Young Master should be sleeping under the blankets," Tipsy scolded as she climbed back to her feet and put her hands on her hips, Harry glancing around the dark hospital wing slowly.
"Sorry Tipsy", Harry apologised gently as he grabbed the book and put it on the bedside table, his glasses quickly following as he shuffled down under the blankets and smiled softly at the motherly House Elf as she tucked him in while humming under her breath. "Thank you," he added with a yawn making Tipsy pat his head.
"Good sleeping Young Master," Tipsy whispered to him as he found himself sinking back into sleep, "Tipsy bes taking care of you".
Feeling strangely warmed by Tipsy's promise Harry let himself go into the darkness as a pair of glowing purple eyes flashed through his mind one final time.
TWICE-BLESSED
Based on DZ2's 'Harry the Twice-Blessed Half-Blood' challenge. This is the first ever idea I wrote for the Percy Jackson series, and I'm not ashamed to say it won't be the last.
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