Fort Olympia – Harry Potter/Percy Jackson.
Harry Potter's eyes flickered open as he shifted slowly on his bed, stretching stiff limbs as he blinked slowly up at the ceiling.
Feeling strangely lethargic, Harry turned his head to the side to stare at the back of his Aunt Petunia who was sitting at the desk in his room, Hedwig perching in front of her staring at the letter expectantly. As he watched with a confused frown, Petunia rolled up the piece of paper and handed it over to Hedwig who gripped it gently in one talon and hopped over to the edge of the table to take off and swoop out the open window.
Standing up his Aunt slipped the pen into her pocket and picked up what Harry recognised as the first-aid kit, turning to face him and letting out a scream as she dropped the kit, throwing herself backwards as her hand came up to clutch at her chest. "Finally awake are you?" she hissed as she visibly calmed herself down, scowling at him as she snatched up the first-aid kit.
"What?" Harry croaked out as he sat up slowly, hissing in pain as his ribs and stomach clenched violently at the movement. "I've been back for two days," he groaned, "And I haven't slept a full night in over a month, please just give me a break Aunt Petunia," he exhaled hopefully as he glanced towards the window to see the sun was up, implying that he had actually managed to fall asleep and stay that way last night.
"You've been sleeping for almost a week," Petunia snapped, sneering down at him as he turned to stare at her in shock, "I tried to wake you but you wouldn't even stir, if it weren't for your heartbeat I'd have thought you were dead".
"A week?" Harry blurted as he threw back the blankets and swung his legs out onto the floor, flinching at the feeling of the cold wood beneath his feet, "I've really been sleeping for a week? Is that even possible?"
"Don't ask me," Petunia sniffed rudely, "I don't know how you freaks act," she spat before heading towards the door.
"You know, child abuse is more freakish than I am," Harry snapped after her, watching as she froze in the doorway and turned to glare at him darkly.
"We've given you nothing you haven't deserved," Petunia hissed furiously.
"You've abused me for no reason than because I'm different," Harry countered, "Why?"
Instead of answering Petunia's jaw raised stubbornly, "Vernon has gone to pick up Marge. Now hurry up and have a shower. Be warned boy, if you let slip about your freakishness on her you'll find yourself out on the street," she declared before she spun around and stomped out of the room, yelling out "AND FIX YOUR EYES FREAK!" before slamming the door behind her, making him snort as he collapsed back onto his bed.
"That's what I thought," he muttered under his breath as he raised his hands to slip them under his head. "Stupid blood wards," he added before grimacing as he caught a whiff of his underarms, the smell of sweat more than proving Petunia's claims of him sleeping for an entire week. "Ew," he drawled as he rolled to his feet, stumbling over to the mirror to check what his Aunt meant by 'fix his eyes', freezing as he blinked into the mirror, two black irises staring back at him.
"Oh," he exhaled slowly, "This is bad".
Raising his hands hesitantly Harry slowly poked and prodded at his face, hoping it was just a trick of the light as he turned his face to the sides so he could inspect it fully. Was this due to his strange week-long coma or was there another reason? He had been feeling a little off recently, the entire train ride home he had spent napping after all, only waking to hex Malfoy. Leaning in closer Harry frowned as he realised he could still see darker and lighter flecks in his irises, like he was only wearing black contact lenses or something.
After poking himself in the eye to disprove that theory, Harry grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom, eyeing his black-eyed reflection nervously as if it were going to jump out and attack him at any moment. As he stepped into the shower Harry froze, his mind finally connecting what his Aunt had said about his Uncle picking Marge up.
"Oh Merlin, not her".
"I thought I told you to fix your eyes!"
Harry's jaw clenched as he forced himself to and not snap back at his Aunt, "I'm going to stay up in my room, I can't fix this without using magic and I'm not allowed to do that," he explained slowly. "Unless you want Marge asking questions about why my eyes have suddenly turned black," he continued as Petunia's lips pursed.
"Fine, make yourself something to eat now then," Petunia ordered, "I don't want you down here when she is until you've fixed it".
"As long as you keep her out of my room," Harry countered, not budging from his spot in the door-frame, "And I've got a form I need you to sign first," he added pulling his Hogsmeade form from his pocket, his Aunt snatching it and quickly signing it with a pen she pulled from her pocket.
"There," Petunia spat, shoving form back at him without even reading it, "Now make a sandwich, one sandwich and get to your room," she demanded.
Quickly obeying his Aunt, Harry made his dinner and darted back upstairs, grateful for an excuse to stay away from his so called 'Aunt Marge'. He still remembered with painful clarity the day that she had sat there drinking wine and laughing as she set her dog on him. And despite what he had said earlier about not being allowed to use magic, he wouldn't hesitate to pull his wand out and curse the both of them. Self-defence was a thing right? He couldn't get expelled for defending himself against an abusive bitch could he?
Heading towards his room with Petunia right behind him Harry didn't even bat an eye when he heard the door being locked behind him, instead throwing himself down on his bed with a smirk, planning on getting all his homework done so he could honestly tell Hermione that he had completed it early. Shoving his sandwich into his mouth Harry reached out for his charms book, opening it back up to the chapter on glamour charms, wondering if it was possible that he had just used accidental magic to change his eye colour somehow.
And if Harry managed to learn how to replicate that purposely then that'd be even better that when he learned how to cast a wandless Lumos charm.
When the lock snapped open Harry froze, closing his eyes as he focused on pushing the 'film' away from his eyes, his eyes feeling weaker and more exposed as the door swung open.
"You still here then?" Marge's voice drawled from the doorway, a familiar slur to her voice that indicated she was drunk.
Sighing slowly Harry turned around to meet her eyes, knowing she'd only yell if he ignored her, "I am," he agreed simply.
Marge let out a snort as movement made Harry's eyes flick down to her feet, Ripper the Bulldog cowering behind Marge's cankles, trembling as he peered around to stare at Harry in obvious fear. "Bloody good of my brother to keep you it was, if you'd been dumped on my doorstep it'd have been straight to an orphanage if I could even be bothered going that far," she taunted, waiting for him to react with an almost vindictive look of glee in her eyes.
"Of yes he kept me out of the goodness of his heart," Harry agreed slowly, "I'm sure the twelve-hundred-pound allowance he got fortnightly for my care had nothing to do with it," he dead-panned, having discovered that little titbit year at Gringotts. And whether he had threatened his Uncle with that knowledge to make the fat man behave then you better have proof because Harry 'ain't singing'.
"And where would you get that kind of money from? You're just an unwanted orphan," Marge snapped.
"Before they were murdered my father was a captain in the police force and my mother was an assistant teacher," Harry corrected politely, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing her words hurt, "They made sure I had money".
"No wonder you're such a no-gooder, all that money's gone to your head," Marge sniffed. "Just like your parents I bet, it'll be your mother's fault too," she continued making Harry stiffen, his hand flexing as he wished he had access to his wand, "Like I've always told Vernon, if there's something wrong with the bitch then there's something wrong with the pup".
"You would know all about that wouldn't you?" Harry growled out, turning a furious glare on the victorious looking Marge, the room darkening as she faltered, realising something was up. "It's no wonder you never had any kids, imagine how fucked up they'd be with you for a mother," he snarled out, "Now get out of my room before I throw you out," he ordered coldly, "NOW".
Before Harry could react and with startling speed for a woman her size, Marge had launched herself across the room and backhanded him across the jaw, knocking him against the wall. Pushing himself up and cracking his neck to hear it crack, Harry's mind gleefully declared it was self-defence time, the nearly fourteen-year-old smirking up at Marge as he released the 'barrier' holding his black eyes at bay, the room getting even darker as Marge's look of disgust turned into one of fear.
As a loud howling filled Harry's ears he felt a surge of energy rushing through his body, a dark growling by his ear making him start as he slowly turned his head to stare at the red-eyed dog-like creature that was stepping out of the shadowed corner, another of the strange hounds crawling out from behind his bed as a third one nudged open the doors of his closet.
As Marge let out a whimper Ripper spun around and shot out of the room yelping, Harry lying there frozen in horror as he watched the three hounds diving at Marge and knocking her over, blood spraying through the air as they tore her apart. Wanting to vomit but not being able to move, Harry was helpless to watch as two of the hounds bolted out of his bedroom door as the first one stepped over to him and nudged his hand gently, making him instinctively raise it to scratch the hound behind a bat-like ear, flinching as two more screams echoed through the house, both of them being cut off suddenly.
Harry let out a scream of his own as the hound he was hesitantly petting suddenly turned and sank its teeth into Harry's arm, the hound twisting and bodily flinging Harry over his shoulder as the other two creatures burst back into the room to the sound of someone banging on the front door. As the hound leapt forward the floor seemingly dropped out from underneath them as everything went black for a second, Harry feeling like he was falling through a giant hole in the ground while clinging to the hound's short fur like a life-line. Air returned to Harry's lungs with the light, the hound landing with a jerk that made Harry fall off its back, rolling away from it the moment he caught his breath back as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and looked up in time to see the hound turn around and dive into a shadow again, vanishing from sight as Harry blinked slowly in shock before collapsing suddenly as a wave of exhaustion washed over him, his arms suddenly unable to hold himself up as he tilted and landed on his back and once more everything went black.
For the second time in as many days, Harry woke up slowly with a flicker of his eyelids, his eyes snapping open fully as he jolted back into the soft bed beneath him to get away from the dark-skinned girl hanging over his face.
"Hi," the girl chirped softly, still watching Harry with wide awed eyes as she slowly sat back, looking like she didn't want to blink in fear he'd vanish.
"Hi," Harry exhaled nervously, his own eyes flicking around the room they were in, a long hallway with beds set up on each side like a dorm room. "Uh, um, where am I?" he asked slowly when the girl didn't make a move to do anything, still sitting on his lap as she stared at him.
"Fort Olympia," the girl admitted simply, "I'm Hazel," she blurted hopefully.
"Uh Harry," he replied slowly, "What's Fort Olympia?" he added when he realised 'Hazel' was more interested in staring at him than in speak.
"A safe haven for Demigods," a voice replied from the doorway making both Harry and Hazel jump in shock as they looked over to see a tall blonde man standing in the doorway wearing leather armour. "Your Hellhound brought you here but you passed out from the stress of shadow travelling for the first time," the man continued, "You've been unconscious for three days, it would have been more but we have access to the Pepper Up potion here so we were able to speed up the waking process".
"Right," Harry agreed, only understanding one word in ten, "Uh," he began as he glanced at Hazel, "Who are you".
"Arthur Pendragon," the man introduced with a small bow as Harry's jaw dropped, "Son of Zeus and Champion of Ares".
"And I'm Hazel," Hazel repeated, "Daughter of Pluto, God of the Dead. You're my brother!" she exclaimed happily.
"I'm what?" Harry asked dumbly, looking between them both in confusion.
"You're Harry Potter, the son of Pluto," Arthur Pendragon explained simply, "Hazel here is your younger half-sister".
Harry nodded slowly in understanding before doing what he expected anyone in his situation would do.
He fainted.
FORT OLYMPIA
Based on DZ2's 'Half-Bloods of Europe' challenge.
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