Harry Potter, Son of the Shadows

Disclaimer: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Plot: Response to my 'Twice-Blessed Half-Blood' Challenge: Olympus, Earth, the Underworld; from a world of lies and pain, one shall come forth with the power to rule them all. Enter Harry Potter, determined by Thanatos, Champion of Hecate and son of…wait: is that possible? That God?

Author's Note: Okay, so for those wondering where this one's coming from: it's partially from that dangerous realm of creation known as my imagination and partially from the challenge idea. I know this may seem scary and a little weird, but kindly remember that this is Fan Fiction: also, if you don't like it, don't read it.

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my loyal readers and reviewers; my recommended reads are Conventus Domus by Lawstudent092 and Prince of Death by The Potters of the Future; two amazing stories by two very creative minds; also, I'd like to recommend Pandemonium by Undercover Operative;

Key Pairing: Harry/Thalia

Normal Speech

'Thought'

'Voice of the Gods'

/Parseltongue/

Review Answers:

DragonTamer01: Now who says that Zeus had anything to do with it? Maybe someone's trying to level the playing field;

StormyFireDragon: The story's not done yet, Storm;

Lordblink: Some interesting ideas there;

Plums: I think I have a talent for sarcy remarks and snappy lines like that: yikes, maybe I could be a son of Hermes!

Undercover Operative: I think you'll like what's about to happen, especially since I am now continuing the adventure;

So, as Dumbledore began to move to the back room, the sight of the Goblet of Fire rearing up, its flames and power burning brightly, the old man had to try very hard not to laugh as he saw a slip of paper fly out and, grabbing it in his hands, Dumbledore revealed the name:

"Harry Potter."

As confusion filled the minds of the Hogwarts students, Dumbledore's eyes then widened as a fifth name shot out of the Goblet and, as he watched, the name was revealed in bright gold writing, the information shocking even Dumbledore as he read the name:

"Percy Jackson?"

Chapter 18: A Change of Scenery

"So what did Mr D say he wanted?"

"He didn't…but it couldn't be anything bad, right?"

"Depends: I mean, if it was Chiron who summoned you, then…"

Thalia found her words cut off as she followed Harry towards the Big House, Tyson on the Shadowborne's left-hand side while the recovered Daughter of Zeus was walking on his right, her hand linked with his in a show of support. Since the now Immortal Prince had returned from the Sea of Monsters and revived Thalia before gaining her as his girl, the young demigod had spent time making sure she was well and truly reborn and all right.

With help from Tyson, they'd permanently cut off the link between Thalia's life energy and the magic of the tree at the barrier, the newly-revealed Godling revelling in his newfound power and strength while also remaining true to Harry's side. When Percy, Annabeth and Grover finally returned late that night, he had helped Harry avoid serious trouble with Chiron as they'd accused the son of Kronos of leaving them there.

In retaliation, Tyson had argued that the quest was Clarisse's and, as such, her return to camp was more important than theirs, though when Percy challenged Tyson about being disrespectful to Poseidon's line, Tyson just smirked and, decking Percy with a punch that could have broken his face in two, he retorted, "I'm also Hecate's child, Seaweed Brain."

Now, on the third morning since their return, Harry had been told by Connor Stoll of the Hermes Cabin that Mr D had asked to see him, though he'd been rather hesitant to say anything more. Now, accompanied by his friend and girlfriend, Harry stopped in the gateway to the Big House as he saw the familiar brown-fur-bodied centaur standing there and, to Harry's disdain, so were Jackson, Chase and Underwood.

"Oh you are so screwed," whispered Thalia, watching as Harry stepped into the gardens of the house, his hand instinctively going to Night Shadow's hilt as he saw Percy do the same with Riptide.

"That's enough of that, you two," Chiron informed them, clearly noticing his half-brother and nephew's desires to tear new holes into one another, "We have more important matters that concern both of you."

"What's that, Chiron?" asked Harry, removing his hand from Night Shadow while Percy did the same again with Riptide.

"We've had what your wizard-kind would call an owl message," Chiron explained, the information clearly upsetting Annabeth as she glared at Harry, though the Shadowborne ignored her as Chiron continued, "From Draco and Remus: according to them, you, Harry, and you, Percy, have been named as Champions in a Tournament of magic known as the Triwizard Tournament."

For some reason, the very air around them grew cold and foreboding as Harry, shivering with a mild dislike for the cold, asked, "What's that got to do with us now, Chiron?"

"Well," answered Chiron, looking to Percy as he explained, "With the exception of Draco and Remus, I always believed that Harry was the only magical-blooded demigod…or rather I did before Tyson revealed himself as a Son of Hecate too."

Tyson seemed to smile with newfound pride as he listened to Chiron's information, "However, from what Draco's associate and Harry's friend, Miss Granger, tells us, this Tournament binds magic users, wizards, to a contract that compels them to compete should their names come out of a mystical item known as the Goblet of Fire."

"I've heard about that item," Tyson muttered, his voice now filled with the same foreboding as the coldness around them, "It was forged for my Mother by Hephaestus to aid those who were truly worthy of the craft to find their real masters of the arts. However, during the Trojan Wars, the Goblet was stolen from a temple of Hecate in the city of Athens as an example that no city was impenetrable."

"That which belongs to Athena should be returned to Athena," Annabeth scowled, but Harry cut her off with a laugh.

"Get a clue, Feather Brain," he laughed, earning a growl from Annabeth that was silenced by Percy's cautious expression, "The Goblet was stolen from Athens, not by Athens. I must confess that I wasn't certain of the item's existence until now, but now we know where it is, it should be our objective to return it to Lady Hecate, if not for anything else, then for a thanks for what she's done for me."

"I'm sure I would agree with your choice of quest, Harry," Chiron remarked, his voice still cautious and alert as he told Harry, "However, at this time, it would seem that both you and Percy have come out of the Goblet as Champions and, as such, I feel that the time has come for you to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with the intent to compete in and survive the Tournament."

"Well, one of us will survive," Harry reasoned, fixing Percy with a sinister smile as he added, "This Tournament sounds like it was designed for wizards, Jackson, of which you are not one of us. Now, if you weren't such a dick and if Miss Feathers wasn't such a big Miss-I-Am, then I'd have probably offered a truce, an armistice if you will, so that both of us honour the Camp together and emerge victorious, but, sadly, this isn't the case."

Drawing himself to his full height, Harry then went on, "Which is why my alliance for the sake of the Tournament is in my second-Father's name: Lord Thanatos."

Once more, the skull-mounted pentagram that had risen over Harry's head in his determination showed itself before the young Shadowborne continued, "Chiron, if I am to return to Hogwarts, then I'd like to take my friends with me: Thalia, since she is my girl, Tyson, because Hogwarts gives him a chance to learn about magic and, lastly, Clarisse, since I don't see luck and moral fibre being enough in this Tournament."

"Permissions granted, Harry," Chiron retorted, his voice edged by concern as he saw the symbol glowing over Harry's head, "As for you, Percy, you may take Annabeth and Grover…"

"Can't I ever escape these three hangers-on?" groaned Harry, earning a snigger from Tyson while Chiron continued.

"Also, for added support and assistance as Harry will have from Clarisse," Chiron explained, his voice edged by determination as he told the son of Poseidon, "You may also take Charles Beckendorf with you: he's the head counsellor of the Hephaestus Cabin and, like Clarisse, is quite the experienced fighter."

Percy just nodded while Harry sighed and, facing Chiron, he asked, "Is that all you wanted, Chiron? Because if so, then I'd like to go and fetch Clarisse before we head off."

"One other thing," Chiron then remarked, facing Harry while he seemed to become more…well, more of a warrior and more-serious person than his usual calm demeanour displayed.

As Harry stared deep into his eyes, Chiron spoke with a low voice, "I know what our Father did to your powers, Harry, so be warned now: if you let that power consume you and turn you into a monster, then I will call down the full fury of the Firstborn on you."

Looking back into his half-brother's eyes, Harry smirked as he asked, "Is that you saying that, brother, or is that old Bolt Boy's words?"

A rumble of thunder passed over, before Harry laughed as he added, "I thought as much: well, if that's all, I've got places to go, stuff to pack, victories to plan…you know how it is."

With that, he turned and left the garden of the Big House, leaving Chiron with a half-worried, half-sorrowful expression on his face as he dismissed Percy and his friends.

"He can't say I didn't warn him," Chiron muttered, before he turned and made his way off to tend to his other duties.

The End of Son of the Shadows!