I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.
Language – Violence – Character Bashing.
DZ2's Harry the Twice-Blessed Half-Blood Challenge.
Plot: Every Half-Blood has one godly parent, this we know: however, Harry is different because of one reason: through the ways of the divine, he has more than one god for a parent.
This story used to called 'Legacy' and used to be an actual story on my profile, however due to a massive writer's block I've decided to demote it to just being one of my many ideas so I can instead focus my time on my other stories.
"I think that's enough for the day Mr Potter"
Sighing in relief Harry barely resisted the urge to throw down the demon quill and fist pump the air, instead just dropping it and flexing his hand as he sat back in his chair and tried to ignore the blood pouring from the back of his hand.
"Excuse me Mr Potter" Umbridge piped up again, "You didn't finish that line".
Freezing, Harry stared up at the pink toad in disbelief, hiding his groan as the faux Professor just raised an eyebrow at him expectantly. "Sorry Professor" he ground out politely, knowing well enough by now that being rude would give him more lines to do as he picked up the 'blood quill' and slowly wrote down 'I must not tell lies', ignoring the way his mind was screaming at him to just pull his wand and curse this woman into a quivering boneless mass.
"Good boy Mr Potter" Umbridge said dismissively, watching his face carefully as he clenched his jaw at her intentionally patronising tone. "Is there something wrong Mr Potter?" she asked innocently as his good fist clenched in anger, leaving him to wonder if the constant use of 'Mr Potter' was just another way for Umbridge to try make him lose his temper. "I didn't think so" she agreed when Harry didn't reply, "You can leave now Mr Potter, please shut the door behind you" she ordered as she picked her tea-cup up again and started sipping at it, pretending he wasn't even there as he picked up his bag and left the office before throwing it over his shoulder as he pulled a bandage from it and instantly started wrapping his hand as he walked.
Muttering darkly under his breath Harry finished wrapping his hand and looked up, glancing around and faltering as he wondered where exactly he was, not having paid attention to where he had been walking. Shooting the tapestry on the wall of some weirdo teaching trolls to dance an amused look, Harry strode open to the door opposite it and pushed it open hesitantly, stepping into the room and feeling his jaw drop as he looked around the beautiful garden in shock.
Walking further into the room slowly, Harry glanced down at the floor and frowned as he realised it was actually made of grass instead of just having a grass-like carpet as he had originally assumed. Continuing through the room Harry found his body slowly relaxing, the fifteen year old promising to return here after his next detention tomorrow as he found himself walking between rows of roses towards a hedge, stepping through the archway the hedge formed and freezing at the sight of a woman with deep dark red hair flowing down to the small of her back. Swallowing nervously Harry took a step back as he watched the woman, planning on leaving her to her privacy even as he watched the woman daintily wave a hand through the air, his jaw once more dropping as a green bush rapidly sprouted in front of her, the bush quickly reaching full-size and blooming with pure white roses.
"Come sit down Harry" the woman called out, not even glancing over her shoulder at him, "It's time we had a little talk" she continued in her beautifully lilting voice.
Awkwardly edging forward Harry rounded the marble bench the woman was sitting on and instead chose to sit down on the bench opposite her, his wand migrating to up his sleeve as he studied the breathtakingly familiar woman. "I meant sit beside me" the woman scolded with a fond smile on her face, Harry shrugging slowly as he eyed her cautiously.
"How do you know my name?" Harry asked hesitantly, shaking his head as he remembered exactly who he was, "Neve-"
"I alway recognise my sons and daughters" the woman interrupted bluntly, "And while I've been willing to let you live your own life up till now, I simply cannot stand by while that woman tortures my cutest son".
"Your cutest son" Harry echoed slowly, "Right. It was nice talking to you Ma'am" he began as he stood up, absently checking on the back of his hand.
"SIT DOWN" the woman snapped making Harry grunt as his butt hit the marble bench automatically, "Good boy" she murmured as she brushed her hair out of her face. "Now as I was saying, up till now I was content to let you become the man you're destined to be on your own. However with how events are transpiring I've decided that you simply cannot be allowed to remain here".
"Okay listen" Harry interrupted as the woman paused to pluck one of the white roses she had just somehow grew, "But I've got no idea what you're talking about. You see, my mother died when I was fifteen months old, so you're not her".
"Lily Evans wasn't your mother" the woman corrected as she took a deep whiff of the rose, "Lily was your half-sister, one of my daughters".
"Right" Harry drawled coldly, "And who are you again?"
"Venus. Roman Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Passion" the woman introduced simply, Harry faltering at her serious 'I'm not joking' tone of voice. "I'm your mother Harry" she explained as she slipped the rose into her hair and turned her full attention on him, "And while meeting you like this is forbidden, Jupiter isn't going to deny me my right to look after my children. He's scared of me you see" she added with a dark smirk. Flicking her hair over her shoulder 'Venus' stood and swayed over to sit beside Harry, "With everything you've been through I decided I needed to meet with you personally, knowing you'd never trust a faun or a letter with such claims" she justified as Harry stared at her dumbly.
"I don't trust you either" Harry blurted as Venus paused, "About being my mother, or about being a Goddess. Gods don't exist".
"And magic does?" Venus countered.
"I use magic on a daily basis" Harry argued as he stood and backed away from the woman.
"And I'm a Goddess on a daily basis" Venus dismissed making him snort, "You're dyslexic and ADHD. You can read and speak both Latin and Greek instinctively" she continued, "You love fighting and the reason you enjoy Quidditch is because of the adrenaline rush it gives you".
Staring at the woman in shock Harry slowly moved over to sit back down, "You're telling the truth" he realised softly. "If… if you're my mother then why was I with Mu- Lily and James then?" he demanded, feeling like he had the right to be angry with this revelation, "Why was I sent to the Dursleys if they're not even related to me?"
"Because I'm a Goddess" Venus repeated, "Being born a… being born as you were... meant your father and I could not raise you on Olympus. As a baby you would have been overwhelmed by the amount of Godly power on Olympus, I gave you to your sister, my daughter, because I wanted you to be able to live a proper life".
"Being born as I was?" Harry echoed as his eyes narrowed, standing and moving away from the woman, "Even if I believe you about all this, what does that mean?"
"I'm a Goddess Harry" Venus repeated coldly, her face turning to ice as Harry flinched back from the amount of power he could feel beginning to permeate the air, "I have better, more important, things to do than go around tricking mere mortals into believing their my children for my own entertainment. You are my Son and I will not have you denying me" she growled out as Harry backed up and tripped over the marble bench opposite the one the Goddess was sitting on.
"Now, as I was saying" Venus continued as her face was once more split into a gentle smile and her power was drawn back into her, leaving Harry to scramble to his feet. "When a God has a child with a Human, the child is a Demigod, half human and half God" she explained, "But when a God has a child with another God the child is a God, normally".
"So my parents are Gods but I'm not" Harry mumbled as he stared at Venus dumbly, "Right, of course, that makes so much sense" he drawled sarcastically, unable to stop himself from expressing some of the disbelief that was welling up in his chest.
"Do you think it's just been coincidence after coincidence all these years?" Venus asked pointedly, "Why would it be you that fights off a possessed Mortal to save the Philosopher's Stone? Why it was you that fought and killed a basilisk? Why it was you that fended off over a hundred Dementors with a single spell? Why it was you that were entered into the Tournament? I imagine that even if Crouch hadn't put your name in it would have been pulled out anyway" she explained softly, "As a Son of Olympus events like this are naturally 'pulled' to your essence".
Harry just stared at the Goddess in front of him, trying desperately to come up with a counter-argument to the issue of 'Why him?' that had been plaguing him since he stepped foot in the Wizarding World. Realising he had nothing Harry just dropped his gaze to his arm as he started pinching it hopefully, mentally begging to just wake up and get away from his strangely disturbing nightmare.
"You're not sleeping Harry" Venus corrected sounding amused, "You are, in Wizarding terms, a Squib. Born without the Immortality that makes a God what we are, without Immortality a God's sheer power would burn out their essence. This lack of immortality is why at first glance you're only a Demigod, your essence cannot handle the power of a God and therefore you've got as much as your essence and body can handle".
Moving slowly Harry lowered himself onto the bench in front of him, "Prove it" he demanded simply, "You say I'm a Squib-God-thing, then prove it. Please" he added when Venus just raised her eyebrow at him.
Instead of replying Venus just inclined her head at him, her skin rippling for a second before it was splitting apart, a near blinding red-pink light radiating through the room as Venus was replaced by a humanoid mass of swirling energy that pulsed out incinerating everything around the two of them. As Harry was knocked off the shattering bench and to the floor, a indescribable pain exploded across his forehead, something letting out a furious shriek as Harry saw something dark being burned away by the Goddess' sheer power. As the wraith that Harry swore was coming from his scar gave a final scream and vanished Venus' power was being reeled in as she took a human form once more, reaching up absently to put out the small flame burning at the rose still in her hair.
"Wha- what was that?" Harry gasped out, shivering as he raised his hand to brush it over the throbbing scar, flinching at the sight of the black blood pouring from it.
"That was my divine form" Venus confessed as she stood and swayed over, a pink flowery handkerchief appearing in her hand that she used to gently dab at his forehead. "All of my essence in one place without a physical shell to mask it. A Mortal would be disintegrated by my mere presence and it would kill any Demigod that looked at it. Only a divine being could have seen it and survived as you did".
"I have a headache" Harry whined without thinking, blushing as Venus let out a musical chuckle.
"That was because I directed my power to tear out the abomination residing in your scar" she explained, "The shard of that thing's soul required almost all of your Godly powers to suppress".
"WHAT?" Harry yelled, jerking to his feet and almost knocking Venus back, the Goddess merely raising an eyebrow at him expectantly. "A shard of a soul?" he demanded, "You mean like- As in a shard of his soul- was in my head?" he exclaimed furiously making Venus nod simply. "But that's disgusting!" he blurted as nausea built up inside him, "That's fou-" he felt the wind falling from his sails as another thought crossed his mind, "He knew" he whispered softly, "Dumbledore knew".
"I believe that Albus Dumbledore indeed suspects that your scar is what Wizards know as a 'Horcrux'" Venus admitted.
"And he just left it in me?" Harry realised as his legs went limp and he collapsed back down to the ground with a sharp of exhale.
"As much as I hate to admit it, there is no way for Mortals to remove a Horcrux without destroying the Host" Venus confessed, "While Albus Dumbledore continues to search for a way to remove it without killing you, he believes that the only way to for it be destroyed is for Voldemort to kill you. But" she continued as Harry's face twisted in anger, "He is trying to figure out a way for you to survive, he may be misguided in his actions but he is still good at heart".
Pulling his legs up to his chest Harry blinked up at Venus slowly, "Why are you here?" he asked softly, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"You may be mortal but you are still my Son" Venus explained gently, "And while I have given you your space to live as you choose, I cannot stand by while the Wizarding World treats you like this. I admit that, as with all Olympians I make mistakes when it comes to how I treat my children, but I am trying to be a good Mother to your brothers and sisters. Whether it's giving them a shoulder to cry on at night or just giving them the skirt they were eying in a magazine I do what I can".
"You're here to help me?" Harry realised gently, "You're really my mother?"
"I am" Venus confirmed with a gentle fond look as she reached out to brush his fringe from his face.
"You… you said both my parents were Gods" Harry began, cutting himself off as Venus' face darkened.
"I would rather not speak of your father" she said coldly, "I spoke to him about approaching you years ago, you needed guidance and Jupiter wouldn't have noticed if he vanished for an hour or so. He refused however, he was ashamed to have a Mortal child" she explained with a stubborn clench of her jaw that Harry saw in the mirror everyday.
Pushing aside the surge of anger at the reason his 'father' wanted nothing to do with him Harry watched as Venus slowly lowered herself down to sit in front of him. "Harry" she began slowly, "My son. I can erase this conversation from your mind, you can return to being the son of James and Lily if you so choose, you can return to being an above average Wizard. Or you can remember this, you can remember me, you can remember your heritage and accept the power that comes with it" she said softly, "You can accept your birthright or return to your life none the wi-".
"No" Harry interrupted, swallowing nervously as he meet her emerald green eyes, "No. I want to remember. I'm sick of being a doormat that everyone walks over, I've had it with them"
"That's my boy" Venus said with a proud smile.
"What should I do?" Harry asked slowly, "How do I make them pay?"
"Us Gods are known for being harsh and unforgiving beings when insulted" Venus replied with a smirk, "And since you are genetically a God, I think it's time for you to show just how harsh and unforgiving you can be".