(I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Percy Jackson and their respective characters. All rights go to JK Rowling and Rick Riordan respectively)
August 12th, 1991
After days of travelling across New York to a harbour, and hitching a ride on a cruise ship, Harry, Zoe, Artemis and Phoebe finally reached London. Artemis managed to get the address of the Leaky Cauldron from Lady Hecate.
When the four of them entered the decrepit pub, Albus Dumbledore waved them over from a nearby table. He smiled, "Greetings, Lady Ar-"
"Call me Diana, we are incognito, after all." She lowered her voice "I also took the liberty of placing a glamour on my son. I'd rather not get mobbed, considering Harry's reputation, from what Lady Hecate told me."
He whispered back, "I understand, Greetings, Diana. I must admit, this isn't the usual protocol for the headmaster to meet a student and introduce them to the wizarding world. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall is a little stretched thin, and none of the other faculty are aware of Harry's true origins. Besides, this needed a more personal touch. Who are your companions?"
Artemis gestured to the two girls and spoke softly, "This is Phoebe, daughter of Ares, God of War, and a fellow Hunter. Next to her, is Zoe Nightshade, one of most trusted and oldest-serving lieutenant."
The group got up and went to a certain section of the pub. Stealthily taking out his wand, Dumbledore tapped the bricks in a certain pattern. As he tapped the last brick, the wall opened up to reveal a bustling street. Several witches and wizards were moving to and fro, just going about their day.
A few stopped to politely acknowledge Professor Dumbledore, before getting on with their business. The older wizard guided Harry, Zoe, Phoebe and Diana to a snow white, multi-storied building, with the name Gringotts on it. He slipped a key into Phoebe's hand and murmured, "Once you've finished your business, meet me at that shop over there, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour."
Inside, Phoebe took note of the warning sign and mumbled, "'Enter, stranger, but take heed. Of what awaits the sin of greed. For those who take, but do not earn. Must pay most dearly in their turn. So if you seek beneath our floors. A treasure that was never yours. Thief, you have been warned, beware. Of finding more than treasure there'. Lord Hades is going to love this."
As they entered, a pair of odd-looking creatures looked at them before subtly inclining their heads. Artemis bowed back, and the other mirrored her actions. Nearby, a couple of wizarding families noticed the interactions. One of them was a man with long pale blonde hair, and his face twisted into a sneer. He muttered to himself, "Pah… who do they think they are, bowing to such lowly creatures. They merely live to serve us and keep our gold safe."
Meanwhile, another man thought to himself, "I haven't seen them before. From the looks of them, they look fairly powerful. I hope to interact with them soon. The goblins bowed to them, rather than them initiating the interaction. The boy looks like he is Daphne's age."
Back with Artemis and her group, she approached a nearby goblin teller. She spoke softly, "Greetings master goblin, I would like to procure your services."
The goblin looked up and replied back softly, "Greetings, Lady of the Moon, we heard that you sired a demigod child and are glad to know that the rumours are true. We had no idea that said child was a wizard as well. Do you have your son's vault key?"
Phoebe wordlessly handed the key to the goblin. The goblin inspected it closely and nodded, "That seems to be in order. My name is Griphook and I am the Potter account manager."
Griphook led them away from the lobby down a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. The goblin let out a piercing whistle and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them.
They climbed in and were off. Everyone was pretty unfazed at the speed of the cart. Mostly because of the Hunter's reflexes, and because Harry had gone to Disneyland with several of his fellow campers, a few times.
Eventually, the cart stopped by a small door in the passage wall, one-by-one, they all filed out of the cart. Griphook unlocked the door, and it opened with a lot of green smoke billowing out. When it finally cleared, Harry spotted mounds of gold coins, columns of silver coins and heaps of little bronze coins.
Griphook explained, "The gold ones are Galleons, the silver coins are Sickles and the bronze ones are Knuts."
Zoe inquired, "How much is that in Drachmas or American Dollars?"
The goblin tapped his gnarled chin thoughtfully, "I will have to get back to you on that. We have a branch in America, which may be able to answer. If I'm not mistaken, it is Whimsic Alley in Los Angeles, California."
Zoe nodded, "We thank thee, master goblin. Come Harry, withdraw thy allowance and we shall be off."
He nodded vigorously, "Yes, big sister Zoe!"
With that, the boy scampered in and filled a pouch with an assorted handful of Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. After another thrilling cart ride, the quartet met with Professor Dumbledore at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Apparently, it was the first time Zoe had tasted ice cream, and the immortal girl practically wolfed down her cone, ignoring Harry's warning.
A moment later, she regretted it, and she clutched her head in agony. Harry rubbed her back soothingly, "I told you to slow down big sister. If you eat it too quickly, you will get brain freeze."
She groaned as she massaged her temples, "I am truly sorry for not heeding thy warning, Harry. Next time, this infernal, but delicious meal shall not best me!"
Artemis gently chided, "Zoe, I told you that nobody speaks like you do anymore. It has not been that way for centuries."
Zoe grumbled, "I hate this language. It changes too much."
Dumbledore tilted his head in confusion, "Diana? How long have you known Miss Nightshade? I know you mentioned that she is your oldest companion, but…"
She raised a hand to stop him, "I understand what you were about to ask. One of the benefits of being a Hunter is semi-immortality and eternal youth. Of course, no male has ever been accepted into the Hunt, not since Sipriotes, Orion and Hippolytus. Tragically, Orion and Hippolytus have since passed on. This immortality comes at a price, though. The girls who join, must swear off falling in love. Additionally, the immortality only lasts, so long as they do not perish in battle. Zoe has been by my side for nearly two millenia."
The wizard was impressed, and just like that, they talked for a while longer until the Headmaster had to leave and go back to Hogwarts. The Goddess elected to continue shopping for supplies, but not before he told them how to get to the Hogwarts Express.
After trips to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Flourish and Blotts, and getting his potions supplies, the group finally headed to Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands. As they entered, a tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop. The quartet took in the surroundings, when a quiet voice broke the silence. It spoke, "Good afternoon-".
The voice died in its throat, as the owner suddenly registered two drawn silver arrows pointing in his direction. Artemis jumped in to de-escalate the situation before things got out of hand. She sharply ordered, "Zoe! Phoebe! Stand down! Both of you!"
The goddess turned to the gulping man, "I take it you are Ollivander? I think it would be wise to not startle my companions."
"Noted, and may I say, it is truly an honour to host a Goddess in my humble shop. I am Garrick Ollivander, ah yes, yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter. You have your mother's eyes, both of them. It seems only yesterday your mortal mother was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work. Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course. Shall we get started?"
He asked Harry for his dominant arm, and to his surprise, Harry said that he was ambidextrous. Ollivander mused, "Yes… I suppose it comes from your time in The Hunt. Not to worry, I can work with that."
Harry had both arms measured, shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. All the while, the older gentleman was babbling about wand cores. He handed Harry his first wand, but soon had it snatched back. This continued on and on, until he finally settled on a holly wand with a phoenix feather.
As soon as he touched it, He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious... "
He kept muttering, "Curious... curious.."
Finally, Phoebe asked, "What's curious?"
Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother why, its brother gave you that scar on your forehead."
He gestured to the scar, which had faded a lot, but was still there.
Soon, Harry staggered out of the shop, 7 Galleons poorer, but with his new wand. Artemis knelt in front of Harry and held him by the shoulders. Her silver eyes met his emerald and silver eyes and she said, "Harry, listen to me loud and clear. It is not the wand that matters, it is the person behind the wand. Nothing will ever stop me from being proud of you, I'm sure your mortal parents would say the same."
He hugged her and she reciprocated the gesture. When she broke the hug, she took his hand, "Shall we go now? We have some safe houses where we can stay until it is time for you to leave for Hogwarts."
"Yes Mum."
"Come, girls. Let us depart."