Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the idea of Harry Potter or Percy Jackson or any of the money making forms of it.

Summary: An AU HP/PJO crossover fanfiction. This story follows Harry Evans, the demigod son of Lily Evans and his foray into both the wizarding and demigod world's. Harry is not the BWL

A/N: There will be differences to canon in character backstory, family trees, some OC and OOC characters, etc.

August 3 2003

Harry Evans was no ordinary 9 year old. He may have gone to school with normal children and lived in a suburban area of San Diego with normal neighbours who lived ordinary lives. But Harry, and even his mother weren't so normal. Normal Parents would drive to and from work, clean the house with brooms and dustpans, and cook dinner with their hands.

No, Lily Evans would walk through the green fire in their fireplace to commute to work, wave her magic stick to clean the house, and wave her stick a few more times to cook dinner. Harry and his mum were members of the Wixen World, a hidden community of witches and wizards who could destroy all non-magical people's view of reality with a wave of their wand.

Despite his mother being a real-life witch and the knowledge that he was a wizard himself, Harry always felt like he was even more abnormal. While his mum was incredibly intelligent and had a successful career as a healer, in his three years of schooling Harry had been expelled five times. Harry had ADHD, dyslexia and yet-to-be-controlled magical powers, not really the best path to a successful school career, but his mum still claimed she was impressed with the amount of trouble he got into.

The first time he got expelled was at 6 years old when he supposedly pushed another student through the glass window of the school swimming pool. The boy had been bullying Harry all year and it finally got too much for him, a powerful tug in his gut and a geyser of water from the pool was racing at his bully and sending him through the window. His mum had looked a bit worried when she heard about the water, but she had wrapped him up in a hug as soon as he was home and told him everything was going to be okay.

She was always like that, so warm, and so loving. Harry adored her so much, she really was the perfect mum. Often during the holidays and all the time before he had started school, he would spend every workday at Golden State Healing Haven watching his mum as she healed patients with all sorts of magical maladies. Well, she would let him watch sometimes. Otherwise, she would place him in an adjacent room with all numbers of toys and books checking in through the one-way mirror at every opportunity. His mum had discovered that he had a random magical quirk, he could read Ancient Greek much better than English, and she had taken to magically converting books to better suit him. He liked to read all about mythical creatures, some of which his mum had told him even existed in the magical world.

He would love to meet a dragon, or a pegasus, or the Nemean Lion. Well as long as they didn't try to kill him, but they all seemed so majestic and awe-inspiring. It had gotten to a point where Harry had begun seeing mythical creatures and races at random times. His mum would tell him that his ADHD was probably playing tricks on him. Harry wasn't sure, but maybe she was right, sometimes he could swear he was seeing a monster one minute and a human the next.

The last time he was expelled, just three months ago, Harry swore he had seen a Cyclops disguised as the school caretaker. When the monster spotted him it charged and Harry dodged repeatedly, scrambling for cover until finally, the Cyclops landed a hit on him, snapping his arm completely. Harry Cried out as he fell to the floor, but his instincts were firing and he jumped to the side, just in time it seemed. The monster's momentum had led him past Harry and crashing into the maintenance shed. His arm was on fire and Harry was praying his magic would help him, desperately hoping for his magic to answer his prayers he slammed his foot on the ground. A deafening rumbling followed the welcome tug in his gut. The ground was shaking, cracks creeping up the shed until a last boom and the shed collapsed right on top of the Cyclops. The last thing Harry saw before he collapsed was the Monster exploding in golden dust as it tried to escape the collapsing shed.

Of course, he was expelled; well asked to leave after the school year ended for destroying the maintenance shed and all the equipment, but at least he wasn't under arrest for murder. Mr Hugo, the normal caretaker that Harry had seen all year before the Cyclops incident was back and no one had mentioned the man going missing. Just another strike against Harry's normalcy. His mum had been really worried by his story, but she had healed him up and hugged the life out of him nonetheless.

Since then, his mum had seemed to have something weighing on her. She would put on a brave face, always smiling but her eyes would always dart around worriedly and sometimes her smile wouldn't quite reach her eyes. Sometimes Harry would catch her eyes beginning to water as she looked at him and then she'd try to hide her face.

Today was a fairly normal day for Harry during the Summer holidays. He'd always been active and enjoyed playing sports so his mum would sometimes enrol him in different sports camps where he would get to play all these different sports with other kids his age. It was taking place in a local University and he was riding the bus home when he started noticing a Chihuahua flitting in and out of his vision. The Chihuahua was seemingly running too fast to be real, but Harry put it out of his head when he got off at his bus stop to walk the rest of the way home. As he rounded a corner his instincts began to go haywire, heavy footsteps were echoing behind him. Harry dropped his school bag, spun around into a defensive crouch, only for his eyes to widen in surprise. The Chihuahua? The thing was menacingly growling at him, and it was way too loud to be coming from something so small.

It was like a haze was lifted from Harry, this was no Chihuahua. The animal transformed before his eyes, growing and morphing until a huge beast was before him. It was the scariest monster he had ever seen. The beast had the head and forelegs of a lion, a goat's head atop the beast's back and a goat's back legs, and the tail of a deadly-looking snake. The Chimaera? Harry bolted, running toward home as fast as he could. His mum should be arriving home anytime; she would be able to kill it with her magic, right? Harry dived to the side as he spied an inferno heading toward him. Clearly the books were right, a chimaera was described as a lion-hybrid animal that could breathe fire.

The Chimaera had bounded past him, placing itself directly between Harry and his house. Where was everyone, at this time the streets shouldn't be this quiet. The beast looked ready to pounce, and Harry thought it might be over already when the front door to his mum burst out of the house, fury ridden all over her face like he'd never seen. She didn't waste any time, viscous beams of magic in all colours racing at the beast.

The Chimaera turned its attention toward her, looking more annoyed than anything by his mum's efforts. His mum had switched tactics after realising the futility of her spells on the beast's hide. She began gouging the ground out around the monster, sending rocks and anything in sight flying at it. It was more effective but it was still only slowing it down as it raced toward her. Harry didn't know what to do, he was trying to call to his magic or the feeling in his gut but nothing was happening. Meanwhile, his mum had switched tactics again; she was transforming rubble into dogs to distract the monster while she attempted to reach Harry and apparate them.

When there were over a dozen dogs keeping it busy, she made a break for it. "Nooo!" Harry yelled as he saw the snake flying toward his mum's back. An explosion of water burst from an underground pipe exposed by the battle, sending the Chimaera flying back 20 feet but it was too late. His mum had collapsed to her knees in pain, fang marks on her neck. Harry dashed over to her, hugging her and putting pressure on the wound like she taught him. "Let's get out of here," she said and prepared to apparate. Their home street was beginning to fade when Harry felt a scorching heat lick his back and some powder dusting his shoulder.

"Aaaah," Harry let loose as they landed harshly in a forest clearing, his back was on fire. His mum was in bad shape, her breathing was laboured and her face was pale. "Mum! Mum! Can you hear me? Where's your wand? You need to heal yourself. Please!" Harry begged.

"Wand …. Burned," his mum gasped out. No, the fireball, the ash. Tears were dripping down his cheeks, he couldn't lose his mum. "Episkey! Episkey! Episkey!" Harry yelled. His mum had once told him it was a basic healing spell, and he was praying it would somehow work. But it wasn't working and Harry didn't know what to do. His mum touched his face, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "Harry … my baby. It's okay, you're okay. I need to tell you something," she whispered. "There's a reason you can see … monsters. The Greek gods … their real … your father … he's a God." Harry was speechless and looked at his mother dumbfounded. Her mouth had formed a smile when she mentioned his father but she collected herself to speak again. "The monsters, they can smell you. Now that you know … you smell more. You need to run … camp for … you. Long Island, Delphi Strawberry …. Take my ring … weapon." She reached up again, caressing his face, "I love you … Harry," she whispered before she closed her eyes.

Eventually, Harry rose from the comfort of his mum's body, his face swollen and his body drained of its tears. He carefully removed the ring on her right hand, and put it on his own right hand. The ring was about three quarters bronze and a quarter silver. How this was a weapon, he had no idea. She'd had that ring as long as he could remember and now he knew why. He wasn't sure he could ever go back to their house and he didn't want his only token to remember his mum, to be a weapon. So, he unclipped her silver shell bracelet and put that on too. Now that he took the time to look around he realised where they were, it was in the Cuyamaca State Wilderness. The two of them had stayed in a lodge somewhere around here a couple of years ago.

Harry had been hiking through the wilderness in this direction for hours after having buried his mum and the sun was starting to set. He felt as if he could no longer feel a thing except for the pain on his back, he was empty inside. But she had told him to go to Long Island and that's what he'd do. Somehow he knew he was walking directly east, the opposite way from the U.S's west coast.

Finally, he came across a stream and cupped his hands to get a long drink of water. When he touched the water it felt energising, defying gravity as it cascaded up his body, and suddenly the pain he was feeling from the burns on his back, a pain that he'd tried to push to the front of his mind, started to be relieved. He could almost feel the blistering vanishing. Was this magic? Was this some God thing?

He pushed everything out of his mind as he continued to walk, following his instincts through the terrain. Things took a turn for the worse when Harry heard a familiar roar echoing in the distance. Had the Chimaera already caught him up somehow? At least he had a weapon now. He had experimented with the ring twisting it, tossing it and trying random motions until he discovered that tapping the ring twice would transform it into a beautiful bronze dagger with a silver hilt. The dagger's blade was about 15 inches long and felt like it was made for him.

He scrambled to the top of the mountain, hoping that the high ground would slow the monster down and give him time to make a plan. The beast finally came into view in front of the steepest part of the mountain. It didn't even slow down, leaping up the terrain with its lion and goat legs gracefully. Harry lay down on the ground just to the side of the Chimaera's path, tapped his ring twice and felt the comfortable weight of his new dagger in his hand. He took three deep breaths and steadied himself; ready to pounce. He could hear the monster getting closer and closer until it leapt up over the top of the cliff. He bounced to his feet, slashing his new dagger across the side of the beast's hide, ducking into a roll just before the snake tail could bite him.

Good, it was wounded now. Maybe he would actually live through this. Maybe not. The beast was on its feet now and cornering him against the edge of the cliff. Harry dived to his side, narrowly dodging the sudden blast of fire from the beast. Before he was even back on his feet the beast was cornering him again. His only real hope was his magical powers kicking in, if only he could control it. He focused on the time not so long ago when he collapsed the maintenance shed killing the Cyclops, and stomped feeling the desirable tug in his gut.

It worked! The summit was shaking and cracks were running toward the Chimaera, who suddenly looked almost scared. A fissure was threatening to swallow up the Chimaera, Harry had just realised the mistake he made. He had forgotten he was on the edge of the cliff, and the rumbling ground was not going to end well for him. The Chimaera seemed to realise that too and made a last-ditch leap at Harry, trying to send them both off the cliff edge. Jumping to the side Harry attempted to dodge, but he wasn't entirely successful. The beast's claws shredded his left shoulder and sent him skidding toward the edge of the cliff. Harry just managed to hold on to the edge with his good arm but the entire summit was collapsing into a rock slide and he didn't think he would last for long.

He looked down the cliff and gulped, he wouldn't survive the fall, and if he did the Chimaera would probably get him. The beast had gone off the edge, but it was already up and prowling down the bottom of the cliff, waiting for him to join it. Harry wouldn't give up yet though. Once again he desperately wished for his magic to help. He immersed himself in the feeling of his mum apparating him and vanished in a loud crack just as more of the cliff's edge broke off and slid down the hill.

Harry landed face down in the sand. Groaning as he got up, Harry stumbled toward where he somehow knew the water was, allowing himself to collapse into its embrace. He felt the water cleaning and sealing the deep wounds in his shoulder. Eventually, the water had done all it could, the throbbing ache was still there and it would likely scar but it would have to be enough he thought as he stumbled back onto the beach and lay in the sand. It was dark now, he was physically drained, he was emotionally drained, and he felt an absence of something that was always subconsciously there, his magic must be drained.