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Updated on: 23/06/2024
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Chapter 1: The Prologue
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Look, I didn't want my best friends, my brothers, to be half-bloods.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: stop with your delusional thoughts and go back to whatever it is that you were doing. Believe whatever your mom or dad told you about your birth. What would they even lie to you for?
Back to my friends, being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for believing that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages β if you feel something stirring inside β stop reading immediately. You might be one of them. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
"Stop it, Harry"
Ugh! Fine. Always spoiling my fun, these guys. As I said, if you think you are still a half-blood, a visit to the psychiatrist might be on the cards. A wizard or a witch, on the other hand, is still on the card if you are under 11. Above that, hard luck! Hogwarts is the last school to send out letters at age 11. If you have yet to receive it, I am sorry to inform you that wielding magic is not for you, especially not in this timeline or universe.
If you still think yourself capable of magic, you might just go ahead and book that therapy session along with the rest of those delusionals thinking they have a godly parent.
And before you ask, I know there cannot be any half-bloods anymore when my own brother is- well, for that you would just have to keep on reading, wouldn't you?
Hi! My name is Harry Potter. Many of you reading this might have heard of me. You might even presume you know me. That might have been true if I was as dumb as the Harry Potter you "knew" about, but thankfully, I am not. And this is my story.
My story, as always, starts in Godric's Hollow. James Potter, Lily Potter, Mouldywart, Hippo Dursley and all. I think most of you might be well-versed in this part. For those who aren't, here's a short summary.
I was born on the 31st of July to an amazing wizard and witch named James Potter and Lily Potter neΓ© Evans. A great first year of life in hiding from a Dark Wizard who apparently liked moulds and warts too much for some reason. Maybe the bullying made him a psycho Dark Lord?
"Harry!"
Fine! Fine. Voldemort! Not as if that is any better. Mouldywart is an improvement over that rubbish French translation! Anyway, where was I? Ah! Yes, Voldemort. Apparently, dude heard some prophecy about me being the chosen one or some shit, tries to kill me, blah blah blah! Typical villain, no?
Well, luck ran out for all three of us Potters. Unfortunately, mum and dad died. Fortunately, they did not have to ever smell the same air as the Dursleys again. 12 years of being their bloody house elf.
Oye! It ain't funny. You can stop laughing!
Yeah, back to the story. I was made to be a servant to a house that contained three escaped zoo animals - a walrus, a giraffe and a baby hippo. I wonder if they were the experiments of another crazy wizard gone wrong. Might explain their temperament. Believe me, no matter how lucky we think we are that we were born as humans, animals don't share the same feelings. I have talked to them about it, you know!
In another universe, they might have broken me down and stamped out my genius and spark, but not here. From the outset, I have been shrewd, a strategic thinker who concealed his true potential like a well-guarded secret. In the dreary confines of the Dursley household, where brilliance was punished, I learned to hide the flame of my intelligence beneath a mask of mediocrity.
"And Percy, I swear to God, if you don't stop laughing, I am gonna snitch what you did on your birthday to Annabeth"
No use wasting any more breaths on the Dursleys. Let's start with the part that everyone knows is coming, and probably waiting for: Hogwarts! And what a freaking roller coaster ride that was!
At 11, I was still a kid, still looking for my first friend after the disaster that was my childhood. And frankly, any guy would. Which sane person decides at 11 that he is the biggest intellectual genius around, and that he loves being a social pariah or an isolationist? The things that some people think!
So, enter Hogwarts, and with it, enter Ronald Bilius Weasley. The less said about that guy, the better. He was my first-ever friend, and to protect that connection, I was willing to overlook all his major character flaws and red flags. Isn't that what the young generation says these days? I mean, I like myself a red flag, house pride and all that. Anyways, I was willing to overlook his major character flaws for that tiny handful of redeeming qualities he may or may not possess.
And hence, I dumbed myself down. The guy was obviously not going to take well to having a friend do well in academics, or have we forgotten how he treated Hermione for the first few years? Hermione Granger is another can of worms that should not be opened. The most self-righteous and arrogant person, as if memorising a book, or admittedly kind of impressively, all course books, is an achievement. We are in a place of magic, young witch. Knowledge will only take you so far, without the imagination, the power and the self-belief to carry it out.
Anyways, with those two as friends and to keep them as my friends, for, you know, sentimental reasons, I surrendered the pursuit of academic mastery.
But, come on man, we were doing magic. All these so-called pure bloods sitting on their high pedestals might be interested in a task as mundane as sitting in a classroom, while waving their wands around, and doesn't that sound like the start of a bad innuendo? I was not. What was so magical in learning about Goblin rebellions, anyway? Never could understand why Hermione was so into it.
So, while those pure-bloods, and yes, I am specifically referencing you, Malfoy, even though I know you're never gonna read this, learned to change their matchsticks into needles, again, what the fuck, I usually spent my time learning "real" magic. And I gotta thank old-man Dumblefuck for it. He made that really easy to do by gifting me my own invisibility cloak! Sarcasm intended for all you witless people out there.
So, while the whole castle slept, and that is what I am gonna believe in till I die, what with all of them being the biggest prudes since the high ladies of the Victorian Era, I honed my magic. Under Dumbledore's crooked nose, and Snape's hooked one, Hogwarts herself taught me most of what I know today.
While the portraits may answer to the Headmaster or Headmistress, go feminism!, they ultimately owe their allegiance to Hogwarts herself. So, these people, locked in portraits, ignored and belittled by the absolute idiot children and professors calling Hogwarts their homes, became my biggest confidantes.
With all his "Arr yes" and pirate impressions, Sir Cadogan was very gifted at Battle Magic. Generations of Gryffindor students had to thank the Fat Lady for guarding their den, and yet no one ever asked for her real name or more importantly, her profession. Madam Elizabeth Bathory was a damned Necromancer!
The ghosts were unusually helpful, too. Today, I know why, but at that time, I used to think that was just the side-effect of me being the Boy-who-Lived. No one, not even the Weasley Twins, knew Hogwarts as well as Peeves did. Sir Nicholas gave me my first lessons in Alchemy and Transfiguration, and the Fat Friar introduced me to actual divination, not whatever batshit that fraud Trewlaney does.
But no living soul knew of my nighttime jaunts or that I was more than I looked. Except the Outliers. But more about them later. I mean, why reveal your true self in a place full of enemies? And what is more Slytherin than not being in Slytherin while actually being one? Did that make sense to you guys? If not, consider it the ramblings of a disturbed man and move on.
First year was overall actually a good experience, except for the last few days. But, since me and all my friends have had to kill someone before they turned 12, maybe it is like a rite of initiation in my family? Do send me an owl if your body count started before you even hit your teens.
And Percy, get your mind out of the gutter. In fact, why are you even here? Weren't you meeting Annabeth in Central Park for a date?
Then came the second year, bringing with it one of the biggest pains in my ass I have had ever since joining the Wizarding World. Now those who might know of me and my story would guess the pain to be the basilisk, correct? Absolutely wrong. Those who know me definitely know the pain not as a bloody monster capable of petrifying and killing with a gaze - but a mere human, or should we say, a witch, going by the name of Ginny Weasley!
The most rabid fangirl to ever exist. The one who believed she was fated to be my wife as she looked like my mother and I looked like my father. I do not have an Oedipus complex, thank you! And fuck you, Freud. May you rot in hell! And also, who the fuck are you that you compare yourself to my mother, huh? My mother was a goddess amongst humans. You are a troll amongst goblins, you piece of shit!
"Harry"
Yeah, sorry, sorry. Sorry for the rant. Thinking of her and her actions generally sends me into fits of rage. But, I guess it's not entirely her fault. I would place around 1% of the blame on her parents and brothers. The rest is totally her. The amount of coddling that she received! My God, it was appalling! The girl had jeopardised the lives of every person in Hogwarts with her behaviour. Expulsion was the least that should have happened to her.
And for those with not a clue what happened in my second year, please ask your friends who claim they know my story. I will not be able to recap that story without flying into a fit of rage and burning this draft down. My therapist says that I have a lot of pain to work through, and confronting my past might help. Crazy woman, as if I would ever subject myself to be in the same country, nay, continent as that psycho bitch. If interplanetary travel had been invented, I would not even be on the same planet as her!
And for those trying to excuse her actions as Poor Judgement! Poor Judgement is choosing Divination over Arithmancy at Hogwarts. What that Weasley demonstrated is a complete and utter lack of any judgement whatsoever. It was a failure to judge, in any capacity, leading to the release of the killer snake and petrified students in Hogwarts.
Let's just skip any mentions of the second year for now. The third comes, and with it, the realisation that I have made an error in judgement by selecting Ronald Bilius Weasley as my friend. Without him, I would have been tempted to go Hermione's route and select all electives. Of course, being the cheapskate that Dumbledore, or the Hogwarts board is, they wouldn't have hired additional professors to teach the subjects to create a working timetable. I could have had a time-turner of my own!
But, being the "faithful" friend I was, I followed Ron to take Divination and Care. Now, nothing against Hagrid, he is a sweet guy, but that guy has a severe misunderstanding of what constitutes as harmful for humans. He may have giant blood in his ancestry, and again how does that work, a giantess with a human? But we do not. Humans are exponentially more prone to death by squishing, stamping, trampling and other physical means than part-giants. Also, everything against Trewlaney, that woman is an absolute fraud. In fact, now that I think about it, she could have been the number one attraction on local fairs here, where people pay out of their noses for such "seeing" sessions.
A special mention should go to my absentee Godfather finally making a reappearance. Given that the guy has been in jail. But isn't that technically his fault too? Like care for your recently orphaned godson, man. Revenge can definitely wait. I might praise my mum and dad generally, but this was some serious error of judgement. Despite his name, Sirius could have been the fun uncle, but he was just not Godfather material. The guy listened more to Dumbledore than my complaints. Seriously Sirius?
On the other hand, Remus Lupin was definitely cool. A bit too self-pitying and overly reliant on Dumbledore, and are we starting to sense a pattern here, or are you being obtusely blind, huh? Though brownie points to him for teaching me the Patronus.
Now, all these years, while everything that I have told has been happening in the foreground, I have kept learning the "true" magic behind the scenes. The discovery of the Chamber of Secrets has been truly helpful, and that happened purely because I was motivated, not because of She-who-must-not-be-named, alright?
Slytherin might have gone around the bend in the last few years, but his library! Man, I drooled when I first saw it! It's been my source on a lot of amazing esoteric magic, powerful ancient magic, magic that wizardkind has somehow forgotten. And Dobby, bless that little elf's heart, has shown me the Room of Requirements. Any recent magical update that might not be covered by the books in the chamber is definitely covered by the books in the Room.
I wouldn't want to boast, but by the time I was in my fourth year, I could have easily sat the practical portion of the OWLs and even the NEWTs. To those who don't know what they are, you are doing amazing in life. Those are things not worth knowing, too.
Fourth year, and this is where the whole story starts. If this hadn't happened, I would have probably stayed back at Hogwarts, completed my seven years there, probably been dosed up on love potions by that little harpy and have kids with asinine names like Albus Severus or something. But thankfully, it did, and I found my new family, my new calling, my new destiny.
Want to know more, continue reading on. But you have been warned, the story might contain graphic descriptions of violence β¦
"HARRY!"
Jeez, calm down guys. But honestly, it is a story about humans, demigods and gods. Read at your own risk.
AN:
Percy: Aren't you just ripping off my idea?
Harry: You really want me to snitch on Annabeth, don't you?
Percy (mumbling t0 himself): Your books weren't enough, were they? You needed to barge into my story too.
Harry: Those were fake, and you know it!
Percy: And now you've spoiled it for everyone. Bravo Harry!
Harry: Shush! Now let me get back to MY story.
Hey Guys! We are here with another story. This time, it's a crossover between Harry Potter and Percy Jackson.
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