Black Legacy – Harry Potter/Percy Jackson.
A paralysing terror filled Harry so he couldn't move or speak. His patronus flickered and died.
White fog was blinding him. He had to fight … expecto patronum … he couldn't see … and in the distance, he could hear the familiar screaming … expecto patronum … he groped in the mist for Sirius, and found his arm … they weren't going to take him …
But a pair of strong clammy hands suddenly attached themselves around Harry's neck. They were forcing his face upward … he could feel its breath … it was going to get rid of him first … he could feel it's putrid breath … his mother was screaming in his ears … she would be the last thing he ever heard -
"Tell them to stop, my son"
It took Harry a moment to realise that the new voice wasn't from his memories, that it was someone speaking to him instead, that it was someone trying to help him somehow.
"The Wraith will obey you, make them stop"
"St- stop" Harry croaked out, barely able to raise a hand to push at the Dementor's chest as it started inhaling with its rattling voice.
"ORDER them. COMMAND them. Make them bend to your will"
As his vision blurred and his body started feeling lighter Harry mustered up all his strength and shoved at the dementor properly, "STOP!" he forced out, letting out an uncontrollable sob as the Dementor released him instantly, dropping him to the ground. "Leave us alone" Harry ordered as he felt the violating cold beginning to retract, pulling out of his mind and allowing him to begin thinking clearly again.
"Good my son" the voice whispered in his mind again making him glance around slowly, still feeling too weak to make any large movements, "Do what you wish with the Wraith, they were made to serve you and your siblings".
"Siblings?" Harry whispered softly, looking around slowly again and staring at the Dementors that were now surrounding the clearing, all just floating there watching them with eyeless sockets, starting as he realised he no longer felt afraid of them when he could control them with a single word. "Why do you keep attacking me?" he mused as he forced himself into a sitting position, "This is the third time you've tried to kill me? Am I Dementor crack or something?
"So-ul sh-ard"
Harry's whimper echoed embarrassingly through the clearing as the Dementors all spoke in unison, their voices ethereal and dark as they rattled out an answer Harry hadn't been expecting in the first place. "Soul shard? What soul shard?" Harry asked slowly, flexing his body and making his way to his feet nervously, part of him just waiting for the Dementors to attack again.
"Sc-ar. Ol-d Ma-s-ter" rattled out the Dementors, making Harry shift slowly, the sound sending shivers down his spine.
"My scar? Old Master?" Harry questioned hesitantly, "Wait" he blurted as it fell into place, "There's a shard of your old master in my scar?" he exclaimed as his hand rose up to trace along the jagged edge of the lightning bolt.
"Yes".
"And… and you've been trying to take it out?" Harry realised suddenly, "You haven't been trying to Kiss me, but the soul shard?"
"Yes".
"And if I let you, you won't hurt me? Or touch my soul?" Harry clarified, the thought of having a shard of Voldemort's soul in his forehead making him sick to his stomach, "You'll just take Voldemort's soul?"
"We wi-ll not har-m yo-ung ma-s-ter" The Dementors chorused obediently, "We can-not har-m yo-ung ma-s-ter" they assured him.
Harry looked around at the Dementors before shaking his head, "I must be crazy for considering this" he muttered to himself before glancing over his shoulder at the unconscious Sirius. "You will take the soul shard from my scar" he commanded slowly, "You will then hunt down Peter Pettigrew, a rat animagus missing a finger, and bring him to me. You will not take his soul or the soul of Sirius Black. Do you understand?" he demanded as he turned back to face them.
"Yes" the Dementors agreed as a ripple moved through their number until one Dementor broke free of them and started towards him while the others scattered, a wave of relief washing through Harry as he realised that they were still listening to him.
"Wait" Harry whispered when the Dementor reached him, "It's going to hurt isn't it?" he asked softly.
"Yes".
Harry nodded slowly, "Of course it is" he mumbled, "Once you take out the soul shard I want you to stay with Sirius Black and protect him" he ordered hopefully, "He's under my protection and is to come to no harm".
"We und-er-st-and" The Dementor forced out as Harry moved his bangs out of the way and tilted his head up for the it.
"Take the shard now" Harry instructed, clamping his eyes shut as he felt the Dementor moving in front of him, a scaled hand being placed gently on either side of his head as he felt the Dementor's aura activating once more, this time seemingly focused on his scar as he felt foreign feelings of revulsion and fear brushing up against his mind.
As the Dementor's mouth closed over the scar on his forehead Harry clenched his jaw shut as his eyes snapped out, a strangled whine escaping his mouth as pain rolled through his body, originating from the scar as a high-pitched shriek sounded from it. The Dementor let out an annoyed noise as its hands tightened on Harry's head, a tugging feeling erupting in his scar as he felt something dark, obviously Voldemort's soul, fighting to escape and turning on Harry, trying to take control as his mind was being shunted to the side.
"Think of your loved ones" the voice whispered in Harry's mind, making his mind dart to Hermione and Hedwig (It was pathetic to think of Hedwig as a loved one he knew, but she had been his first friend and she mothered him every chance she got, how could he not love her?) instantly, warmth flooding his body seconds later and rising up to slam against the soul shard fighting the Dementor's Kiss, the sheer power of the warmth overwhelming the soul shard and forcing it up into the Dementor's mouth.
As the Dementor backed away instantly Harry blinked up at the black smoke being sucked into the gaping hole that was its mouth, "Thanks" he blurted dumbly before his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he was falling backwards, briefly noticing his head had landed on something soft before everything went black.
"Impressive".
Harry's eyes snapped open and he shot up from where he was lying, looking around the black room slowly before freezing at the sight of the black-haired man lounging lazily in a throne-like chair in front of him, his mind linking what the man was wearing to Petunia and Vernon's rants about 'Goths' and 'Emos'.
"You did rather well for someone without a clue of what was going on" the man drawled in a silky voice, finger-claw tapping on his jaw as he studied Harry, "Nice touch sending the Wraith after Pettigrew by the way, I sent some of my Hounds to join them however since Wraith aren't particularly good at hunting" he explained slowly, "Pettigrew will be found and your godfather will be a free man by the end of the night I assure you".
"Thank you" Harry replied hesitantly, glancing around the room cautiously as he backed away from the strangely familiar man slowly, "But um, who… who are you? And how was I hearing your voice before?"
"I am Hades, Lord of the Dead" the man introduced with a yawn as he threw one leather-clad leg over the arm of his chair, "And you are my son. Kind of" he corrected with a lazy shrug, "You're actually Pluto's son but I can't be bothered changing right now".
"Hades… Pluto?" Harry echoed dumbly, "Either you're crazy or I'm dreaming" he blurted.
"Both actually" 'Hades' admitted simply, "I brought your soul here while your body rests so we can talk" he explained "And I'd like to see you rule the Underworld for as long as I have without becoming the slightest bit unhinged" he added with an indignant sniff.
"My father is James Potter" Harry countered, deciding to just go along with the crazy man's game.
"Yes he is" Hades confessed, "He and Lily blood adopted you after you were given to them. Your birth parents however are Gods, myself and another".
"Right. Of course they are" Harry deadpanned, "Prove it. If you were Gods, you would be able to prove it".
"Have I not shown you proof enough?" Hades questioned slowly as he stood, moving closer to Harry, "I placed an army of Wraith at your command. I returned Black's soul to his body though it was too late. I sent Hounds after Pettigrew to prove Black was innocent. I showed you how to counteract the soul shard's possession. Is that not enough for you?" he demanded as Harry found himself backed into the corner.
"No Sir" Harry blurted before he could stop himself, "It's fine Sir".
"Good" Hades chirped, seemingly cheerful again as he turned and strutted back over to his throne, "Now Hadrian. You're my, Pluto's, son. This means there are certain rules you must be made aware of. First is that you must attend Camp Half-Blood, a training facility for Demigods like yourself" he declared, "I've spoken to your mother and she has agreed that she will be the one to formally claim you since being known as a child of mine is… bad… for your health" he admitted slowly.
"Who is my mother? You said my parents were Gods meaning two?" Harry pressed, unable to deny that 'Gods' was a good way to explain everything that had just happened. After all, if magic exists then why not the Gods? Wasn't there like a Goddess of Magic or something?
"It's a surprise" Hades refused bluntly.
"Fine. Then you said you were Hades, and that I was Pluto's son" Harry pointed out in annoyance, "How can I be your son if I'm Pluto's?"
Hades' body rippled and suddenly his hair was shrinking in to sit messily on top of his head much like Harry's did as his goatee was trimmed and his clothes turned into a simple fitted black suit. "I am Pluto" Hades claimed slowly, "As the Roman Empire was formed they started calling Hades by a different name, seeing him differently, and eventually I was formed. Pluto, Roman God of the Dead" he explained, "Almost every Greek deity has a Roman aspect. Think of it like having two personalities" he suggested. "Well some of us, like your mother, govern something that is very fixed. Death, Revenge, Discord, Love" he listed with a shrug, "In our cases we are fully aware of our other personality, Aphrodite sees Venus' children as her own, I see Hades' children as my own and vice versa. You may be my son Hadrian, but Hades sees you as his own just as much".
"Right" Harry exhaled as the suited Pluto turned back into Hades.
"Pluto's shy" Hades whispered with a wink, "He tends to let me be in charge as he goes off and does something".
"Of course" Harry agreed slowly, wondering if he'd wake up to find his soul had been sucked out by Dementors and that he was simply dreaming.
"Anyway. Rule number two!" Hades exclaimed, "Is that you must wear this at all times" he ordered, waving a hand and causing a ball of something that Harry realized must have been just pure darkness to appear in front of him, forming into something and falling into Harry's hand as he raised it. "It is a powerful weapon, guard it well, and only use it in times of severe distress" he instructed.
"This is a pen" Harry deadpanned.
"No it's not" Hades corrected slowly with a frown.
"I don't know why I just said that" Harry mumbled slowly, also frowning as he eyed the black Swiss army knife in his hand, "It just slipped out".
"Indeed" Hades drawled slowly with a roll of his eyes, Harry just noticing the black mascara, "Understand this Harry. If you draw that weapon in battle you will not lose. But in doing so you will announce your heritage more loudly than if you were to stand on the sky tower and scream it to the world. Stygian Iron is something among mortals, only my children can wield".
"Yes Sir, uh Dad?" Harry replied hesitantly slowly sliding it into his pocket and looking back up at Hades.
"Good boy" Hades said with a nod, "We'll speak again soon. Now wake up" he ordered with a snap of his fingers, Harry's eyes snapping open once more to stare at the familiar white ceiling of the hospital wing.
BLACK LEGACY
Based on DZ2's 'Harry the Twice-Blessed Half-Blood' challenge, this is the beginning of what is going to be a long-lived obsession with the Percy Jackson series so I'll apologise in advance.
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