Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and The Olympians.

Author's Note: This is a AU, therefore should be treated as such. No Horcruxs in my story, and any pairings are at the moment nonexistent. I update every now and then, not everyday. I want to finish a few chapters before I do. Um, read and enjoy? I hope. :)

Harry's emerald eyes took in the area. Hoping the Mist would cover him, he traveled forward along the trail. It was said this was the entryway to the Underworld. He laughed to himself, it was somewhat ironic that the entrance to Hell would be in Los Angeles, California. Passing through the doorway to the Underworld, he nodded to Charon, the ferryman. Boarding the boat that dwelled in the River Styx, he gave the command, "Take me to Hades" . He was one few who did not require a drachma to gain a lift to the Palace of Hades.

Witnessing all the souls did not faze Harry anymore, as his title as Master of Death had driven him to encounter Death far too many times in his lifetime. Yes, Thanatos enjoyed wrecking havoc on his life. Smirking, he mused about how the god would like to see him now. With all the Deathly Hollows, he was as immortal as the gods. The flames from the Fields of Punishment highlighted his face giving Harry an eerie glow. Almost making him look alike an angel of darkness. However he would not acknowledge it.

Arriving at Hades' castle, he stepped out of the ferry. He had met his father a few times, all being very formal. Hades had made him work to acquire his place as a son of Hades. Of coarse, no one knew this outside the Underworld, as the other Olympians would be after his head. He already had to kill off one Dark Lord for trying to off him for countless years.

Laughing to himself, Harry glided through the twisting hallways of the manor. It was lavishly decorated in blacks and reds. Even a bit of other jewel tones in every other room. Persephone had outdone herself, it was a palace worthy of a king. A king of the Underworld at least.

Harry's midnight robes hung gently onto the floor, blending into the ebony carpet. Giving him a gliding on air look. Many of Hades servants, all which were the dead, bowed as he passed.

Stopping as he reached his destination, he took a deep breath. Then walking into the Throne Room, he bowed in respect to the figures seated in the thrones.

"Hello Hadrian, my son. Welcome to my realm, I have a quest for you"