Wildfire – Harry Potter/Percy Jackson.
S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D
Dark Lord and (?)Harry Potter
Harry stared at it.
"What is it?" Ron asked, sounding unnerved. "What's your name doing down here?"
He glanced along at the other labels on that stretch of shelf.
"I'm not here" he said, sounding perplexed. "None of us are".
"Harry, I don't think you should touch it" said Hermione sharply, as he stretched out his hand.
"Why not?" he said, "It's something to do with me, isn't it?"
"Don't, Harry" said Neville suddenly. Harry looked at him. Neville's round face was shining suddenly with sweat. He looked as though he could not take much more suspense.
"It's a Prophecy" Luna's voice chirped making them all jump, having forgotten about the odd girl's presence as they turned to face her.
"Dad told me about Prophecies!" Ron blurted as his face lit up, "They can only be picked up by the people they're about, uh not all of them come true, something about every one in five Prophecies come true I think he said".
"Harry" Hermione began hesitantly, "If a Prophecy can only be picked up by the people it's about, then why would your dream just 'happen' to lead you to the one with your and Voldemort's name on it?"
"Well it's not like You-Know-Who can just waltz into the Ministry and take it is it?" Neville pointed out slowly.
"I think he's more of a tango person actually" Luna dead-panned.
"Which means that this is a trap" Hermione whispered, ignoring Luna's comment as Harry fought to keep the grin off his face, "We need to get out of here Harry, now".
"We're already here, we might as well see what the fuss is about" Harry corrected, "Besides, we could always just put it back or smash it if Voldemort shows up to claim it can't we?"
"I don't know" Hermione murmured as she chewed at her lip, a gesture that instantly caught Harry's attention and made the back of his neck and ears heat up.
"I wonder what it says?" Ron mumbled to himself, the lack of subtly in his voice making everyone roll their eyes at him.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm grabbing it" Harry muttered, reaching for the orb and letting out a yelp as electricity arced out from the Prophecy and into his hand the second his fingers brushed up against the warm surface of the glass sphere. "Merlin! What was that?" he demanded, sticking his finger into his mouth to suck on the burning tips of his fingers, "Are they warded or something?"
"Let me try" Hermione declared, reaching out and hissing in pain as she got shocked too, "Ow that hurt. Maybe there's a security system set up at night?" she suggested slowly.
"Or maybe you're not Harry Potter" Ron's voice said darkly, "Only the people the Prophecy is about can pick them up".
"Yeah I tried that Ron" Harry reminded him as he turned to face the redhead, freezing at the wand pointing in his face, "Put your wand down Ron. Now".
"Why should I?" Ron countered angrily, "You're not Harry Potter!"
"Ron! Harry's been with us since he had the vision" Hermione exclaimed, "There's no way he was replaced with a Death Eater or something, and why would they even do that?"
"I don't know! Ask him!" Ron countered, "He's the imposter here!"
"No I'm not!" Harry snapped in annoyance, "You've known me since First Year Ron!".
"Oh yeah? Then pick up the Prophecy" Ron ordered, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
Rolling his eyes Harry turned back to the Prophecy, reaching out and trying to resist the pain for a moment, almost managing to grip the orb properly before he was being blasted back into Hermione with a yelp. "I don't- I don't understand" he gasped out as Hermione helped him stand up, "I am Harry Potter".
"Maybe, maybe you're adopted?" Hermione suggested nervously as Harry eyed the glaring Ron cautiously.
"Then why do I look like my father with my mother's eyes?" Harry pointed out.
"Glamour spell?' Hermione offered with a shrug, "I don't know Harry".
"Don't call him that" Ron snapped, "He's not Harry".
"Yes Ron, he is" Hermione snapped back, turning to glare at the redhead, "He was raised as Harry Potter, he believes he's Harry Potter. He is Harry Potter".
"I have to be" Harry murmured as he stared at the Prophecy, "My Hogwarts letter was addressed to Harry Potter. The Sorting called me Harry Potter. The Goblins!" he blurted turning to grasp Hermione's arm, "In Third year, when I had to stay in Diagon Alley, Mrs Weasley still had my key so I had to perform a blood test to prove who I was! It said I was Harry Potter" he explained.
"So you're Harry Potter, just not that Harry Potter?" Neville clarified making Harry nod quickly, "I don't get it".
"Neither do I" Harry confessed sheepishly, "But I don't know what else to think".
"Well, well, well" a familiar voice drawled from the shadows, all of them spinning around to see a black-robed figure stepping into view, a bone-white mask on his face as the six of them were slowly surrounded by Death Eaters. "Harry Potter isn't the man we thought" the Death Eater purred as he vanished his mask to revealing a smirking Lucius Malfoy, "How interesting".
"I am Harry Potter" Harry snapped, trying to push away the growing feeling of 'Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god' that was rising up in his chest.
"But you're not" Lucius corrected, "Or you would have picked up the Prophecy as the Dark Lord brought you here to do".
"The Dar- I'm Harry Potter" Harry blurted, brushing off the admittance of what the six of them already suspected, "You're wrong" he insisted.
"Then pick up the Prophecy" Lucius countered as his eyebrow rose, "If you can" he added with a dark smirk twisting his lips.
"Poor baby" a crazy voice called, "Little Potter ain't a Potter".
"Shut up!" Harry yelled, wand flicking up and sending a Stupefy at the woman, Bellatrix Lestrange, who cackled as she lazily deflected the spell, not batting an eye as it hit another Death Eater causing him to drop to the floor like a limp rag. "You did something!" he accused, a panic building up in his chest, "You must have".
"The Dark Lord will be displeased" Lucius murmured, ignoring Harry's accusation as he turned to raise an eyebrow at Bellatrix who raised her raised her hand to place a finger on the Dark Mark, pouting up at Lucius before a smirk slowly crossed her face as she turned to face them.
"If he's not Potter then there's no need for him to stay alive is there?" Bellatrix purred innocently, "Because if not then I want him".
When Lucius only rolled his eyes as a thoughtful look appeared on his face, Harry raised his wand and screamed "BOMBARDA MAXIMA!" As the Death Eaters scattered to avoid the spell Harry threw couple of Reductos at the supports of the shelves, his friends quickly joining in before they all turned and ran, spells flying over their shoulders as the regrouping Death Eaters.
"GO! EVERYONE GET TO THE ATRIUM!" Harry yelled as a Death Eater appeared in front of them and they were forced to split up, Harry darting down an aisle with the ever serene Luna who was sending dangerous-looking pink spells at the two Death Eaters chasing them. "Stupefy! Petrificus Totalus! Stupefy!" Harry cast at the Death Eaters, grinning to himself for a split second as they hit before Luna was grabbing his arm and dragging him down another aisle, scanning the shelves as if she was looking for something.
"Harry" Luna hissed pulling his attention to her, "You're not Harry Potter, but a name is just a name" she continued, "And yours was given to you by Mr and Mrs Potter. Take the Prophecy Harry" she ordered, her finger rising to point at the golden orb on the shelf in front of them.
Apollo; God of Prophecy to Hestia; Goddess of the Hearth
Percy Jackson and Alexander Smith
Harry blinked at the differently coloured Prophecy for a moment before turning to stare at Luna in confusion, "Pick up. The Prophecy" Luna repeated slowly, a serious look in her eyes. "NOW!" she yelled making him scramble to obey, his fingers wrapping around the surprisingly warm sphere and turning the white mist a cheerful gold, his stomach sinking even further at the implication that he could pick this Prophecy up but not the one with his name on it.
"This isn't possible" Harry mumbled as he stared at the glowing Prophecy, "I'm just dreaming".
"No Harry. You're not" Luna corrected simply, "Stupefy!" she screamed as she pointed her wand over his shoulder. "I know you're having an existential crisis and all, but do you mind postponing it so we can live long enough to see its end?" Luna dead-panned before sending a Reducto over Harry's other shoulder, making him spin around and cast a Bombarda at the Death Eater that was trying to peer around the corner.
"What does this mean?" Harry demanded turning back to Luna and waving the Prophecy in her face, "Tell me now".
"It means Harry James Potter died when he was two months old" Luna said bluntly, "Mrs Potter stole you from a Muggle woman the same day when you used accidental magic to summon your bottle to you after dropping it in the hospital".
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry whirled around in time to take a Killing Curse in his chest, blinking down at himself in shock before lashing out with his wand, slashing it up across his chest with a snarled out "DIFFINDO" watching as the blue magic cut straight through the Death Eater's shield. As a line of blood appeared on the Death Eater's throat, Harry found his own one closing up as he stood there stiffly, watching as the Death Eater's head just tipped backwards and fell straight off, leaving both himself and Luna staring in horror.
"I didn't mean to do that" Harry whispered softly, turning to stare at Luna desperately, "You know I didn't".
"I know" Luna assured him with a soft smile, patting his cheek gently, "I know".
"It- It says Apollo, and Hestia" Harry began, trying to distract himself from what he had just done, "Does this mean-"
"The Greek Gods are real" Luna interrupted, "So are the Romans, the Egyptians and the Norse" she listed with a shrug, "And you are a Demigod Harry, the son of a God and a Mortal. I'll explain everything to you once we get out of here Harry, we don't have the time right now" she promised making Harry stare at her for a moment before nodding. Pocketing the Prophecy Harry followed Luna down the aisle, his wand at the ready and a stunning spell at the tip of his tongue, not willing to cast another potentially fatal spell after what had just happened.
"Who's Percy Jackson?" Harry blurted as he and Luna burst into a room that reminded him of a classroom, row upon row of marble benches tiered around the centre platform, a large brazier in the middle of the platform in the middle of the room.
"The other person mentioned in the Prophecy" Luna admitted simply, "And no, I don't know what the Prophecy says" she added making Harry's mouth snap shut in time for their wands to fly up as Hermione and Neville burst into the room just one aisle along from them.
"DEATH EATERS!" Hermione screamed moments before a burst of black smoke flew into the room after them.
"Ekrixi" Luna exclaimed, a green sphere of light exploding from her wand and shooting across the room and striking the reforming Death Eater, an explosion tearing through the air as the Death Eater was blasted into the wall where he passed out.
"Stupefy!" Ginny's voice echoed, making them all spin around to see a Death Eater being thrown through the third door in the strange altar-room, her and Ron climbing over the unconscious body and relaxing at the sight of them.
"We need to get out of here" Harry declared, starting towards the stage in the centre, "I don't suppose anyone remembered to trail breadcrumbs?" he asked innocently as they all regrouped.
"How would that help?" Neville asked slowly, a look of confusion on his face as Harry and Hermione exchanged amused looks.
"Never-mind Neville, I'll explain later" Hermione promised quietly, "And no, sorry Harry, but I kind of got to turned around to remember where I was".
"Same here" Ginny admitted sheepishly.
"You can take us home Harry" Luna chirped, "You just need to concentrate on your home, on Hogwarts, and you'll be taken there".
"You can't apparate in the Ministry building" Hermione corrected instantly, "And even if he could he's not old enough or licensed to, it's illegal".
"So is impersonation" Ron muttered darkly making Harry's jaw clench.
"Is it impersonation when you truly believe you're that person?" Harry demanded, turning to glare at his old best friend, "What if you were raised believing your name was Ron, but then out of nowhere your Mum tells you that your first name is actually Lucy!" he yelled, "How would that be your fault? How is it my fault that I might be adopted?"
"Alexander" Luna said gently, making Harry frown at her for a moment before remembering the name on the Prophecy, "Hestia is the Goddess of the Hearth and the Ho-"
Pillars of black smoke cut Luna off, all of them backing towards the brazier as the smoke circled the room before forming into several Death Eaters, Lucius and Bellatrix reforming in front of Harry with smirks on their faces. "Oh look at you, all big and tough" Lucius drawled, "Now Potter, give me the Prophecy in your pocket, and I won't kill your friends" he bartered.
"The Prophe- you picked it up?" Hermione hissed behind him.
"Harry" Luna whispered, "Trust your instincts, not your mind".
"Come on Potter" Lucius pressed as Harry just stood there stiffly, "Give. Me. The Prophecy" he ordered.
"Harry!" Neville pressed, "Don't give it to him".
"Harry" Luna whispered, "Follow your heart".
"HURRY UP POTTER!" Bellatrix screeched even as Harry's hand started towards his pocket.
"Alexander" Luna said simply making Harry freeze.
"Guys" Harry murmured out of the corner of his lips, "Get down" he ordered, watching as Luna, Neville, and Ginny instantly dropped to the ground, Hermione taking a second longer as she pulled Ron down when he refused to listen.
"See? Your friends know when to give up" Lucius sneered as Harry pulled out the Prophecy and held it out, absently dropping his wand to the floor so he had a free hand as Malfoy strode forward and reached for the Prophecy. Hand outstretched Lucius froze and blinked down at the golden sphere in confusion "This isn't the Prophecy" he corrected darkly.
"It's my Prophecy" Harry corrected, twisting and throwing it to the ground, shattering it into pieces as he continued the movement, making a grabbing gesture at the air before finishing the spin and thrusting his hand at Lucius who raised an eyebrow at him in amusement seconds before the fire in the brazier launched itself out of the metal container and straight into the blonde's face. Spinning around Harry vaulted into the brazier, the fire doing nothing but crackling around him and filling him with energy as he raised his hands and willed it to rise, feeling it moving like an extension of himself as he brought his hands to his chest for a split second before thrusting them out to his sides, a ripple of fire exploding from the brazier and rolling out from the centre of the room, forcing the Death Eaters to either leave or be burnt alive.
As a wave of exhaustion hit Harry, he stumbled to the side and clambered over the edge of the brazier, hitting the ground beside Luna who was smiling happily to herself as she stared up at the ceiling, laying on her back with her hands beneath her head.
"So" he gasped out, "Hestia was it?"
WILDFIRE
Based on BaraktheSlayer's 'ForbiddenChild' challenge.
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