He brought his hammer down once more before plunging the glowing piece of metal into the tub of water that he kept near him, releasing a torrent of steam and cooling what was soon to be another blade. He wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his brow and decided that after looking at the shape it was far enough along that he could stop tonight. There was no real reason to hurry after all since he never sold a weapon before it was completed and any orders he took were completed on his own time. He would finish it within a year of course, but he wouldn't hurry on a project unless it was something new. Closing up his forge, he sighed at the thought that he had been trained to kill and destroy for most of his life and now he was creating.

Harry Potter wasn't the happiest he could ever be with his new life, but he was content and a lot happier than he would have been if he had stayed in Britain. It only took a year and a half after he killed Voldemort for everything to revert back to the way it was. Unfortunately, even his friends went along with the ride and had thought he was deranged for thinking those things. Harry saw the writing on the wall when the ministry started putting pressure on him to join the aurors, something that he had never wanted to do and he had only said he wanted the job to piss off Umbridge. So, Harry had transferred all of his vaults, he had received quite a few from the right of conquest, and his books to America. The Americans welcomed Harry with open arms and helped set him up in an out of the way manor. The only thing that they asked of him was to give various lectures during the year on tactics of terrorist organizations and help out if they had their own dark lord that they couldn't handle. Harry saw no reason to deny them this as he was had experience and he wasn't going to let anyone ruin his new home.

Harry had just locked up the forge and was about to go to bed when his alert wards pinged. Confused as he had muggle repelling wards on his home and there was no reason for an American auror to arrive at the moment. Plus, the wards had acted up near the woods and not at the path that lead up to the house, so Harry was curious and for the first time since he arrived in America, he withdrew the elder wand and marched to something that would change his existence.

Even though Harry had had his eyes repaired by magic, it was still pretty dark when he looking for the disturbance and thus he was reminded of how he went about for the first seventeen years of his life and he remembered how much it sucked. He heard what had caused the commotion before he was upon it and he was only a few feet away from it so he hurried and he instantly knew it was supernatural, but not in the way he was used to. There was a girl in a silver parka that was barely hanging onto her consciousness and bow with two dogs that Harry would have to say were demonic. Both dogs were baring down on the downed girl, and Harry's instincts acted up. Instantly a stream of multicolored lights came out of his wand and launched towards to the two hell hounds. It didn't take long before there were two mounds of gold dust.

When he was sure that there was no other danger nearby, he turned to the girl that he had just rescued. The girl was currently struggling to remain conscious as her eyes constantly drooped, but she held firm to her bow even though her hands were shaking too much to aim. "You can rest now," Harry said to the raven haired girl in front of him, "I know who your mistress is, so I will not touch you except to move you into the house. You are safe enough in my house."

Harry couldn't tell if the girl actually hear him and believed, or it was simply good timing, but she released the death grip on her bow and he was just able to wandlessly catch her in a levitation charm. It looked like he would have to talk to his partner tonight and he really didn't want to. After all, who would ever want to truly talk to death?

"Ah, it's so good of you to call me master," Death himself said once Harry had deposited the girl in one of his extra bedrooms. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"Yes, yes, you're a riot and that never get old Thanatos." Many people would be scared and rather humble in the face of the god of death, but Harry didn't have to worry about that. He was not immortal, but Thanatos couldn't claim his soul until the end of what would probably be a rather long natural life. Such was the power of the Deathly Hallows. The wizards had greatly romanticized the legend of the hallows and Thanatos hadn't been very forthcoming of what actually had happened or what Harry's responsibilities were, but that was no matter.

"I try," Death smiled and if Harry wasn't used to it, he would have shivered in fright. Seeing Death himself smile at you was not a pleasant sight. "So seriously Harry, why did you ask me to come here? I know you wouldn't unless something important had come up."

"I just have to verify something Death. Those hunters that you told me about wear silver parkas and wield bows consistently right?"

"Oh ho," Thanatos grinned and leaned forward in his seat, "You get your first taste of this world and it is something that if you don't handle correctly, I won't have a partner anymore. You are interesting Harry."

"Great," Harry sighed as he ran his hand through his untamable hair that he had yet to conquer even when he was working in the forge, "This wasn't the introduction I was hoping for. Can you tell me if Lady Artemis is close by, or do I have time to update my will?"

"She is not close at the moment, but I have a feeling that you will meet her by early morning."

Harry sighed once again and stood up, "Thank you Thanatos."

"My pleasure Harry," Death grinned, showing his white teeth that would have made Hermione's parents envious, "And for what it is worth, I hope you don't meet me tomorrow." In a pillar of black flames he disappeared from the house and Harry was left to prepare for the arrival of a man hating goddess. He idly wondered if she liked waffles.

Artemis was worried about one of her hunters and more importantly her oldest and most trusted. Zoe was not one to be late in reporting back, so she had reason to be a bit nervous about it. She had tracked her wayward follower to the edge of forest where she found a bit of blood that seemed to come from Artemis herself as she grew pale. It was then that she felt the power on the edge of her senses and it took a moment for her to place just what that power was before she became infinitely more worried for her friend. Just as she was about to retreat and summon the rest of her girls a regal looking snowy white owl swooped down with a bit of parchment attached to her leg.

"Is this from your master?" Artemis asked wearily. She knew what wizards were capable of with just a parchment and ordinarily she wouldn't truly be worried, but if a wizard already knew about the mythical world of where she came from, things could get a bit dicey and more importantly to Artemis, she would be restrained just long enough to have the rest of her hunters try and find her. However, her fears were quickly diminished when the owl made what would could be considered a shrug as if saying who the master was, was up to debate. With her connection to animals, Artemis felt more at ease with taking the note as animals always tried to warn her, and anybody that was around them, if danger was near.

Lady Artemis or one of her hunters,

You need not worry about your companion as she is safely tucked away in one of the many rooms in my manor. I would be happy to escort whoever to your companion and will most likely be in the forge. No, I am not a son of Hephaestus, though I could probably be a descendant of him.

Your servant,

Harry Potter

P.S. Would you like some waffles?

Artemis had to reread the post script a half dozen times before she turned back to the owl. "Your boy is an interesting character isn't he?" She asked and if she didn't know any better, she would have sworn the owl sighed and nodded. She knew of Harry Potter of course, all the gods knew of Harry and his defeat of Voldemort and they had been worried for a while. If there was one male that she could trust with one of hunters it would probably be Harry as he had never taken advantage of any girl or had used his fame to get a girl even though Aphrodite had tried to interfere with the young man's life. Still gazing at the beautiful owl before her, Artemis asked, "Would you be kind enough to escort me to his forge?"

Bobbing her head, the owl took off in a lofty flight that led the goddess of the hunt to the small shed behind the manor and the ringing of metal confirmed the idea that whoever was here was indeed a wizard as it was barely large enough for someone to stand in. Artemis opened the door and she had to stop from licking her lips at the fine specimen before her. She had never sworn an oath to remain a virgin and her man hating ways was more to protect her hunters than actual hatred of the other, less useful half of the population. That didn't mean she would be like Aphrodite or even Athena, even though her brainy half-sister had never actually slept with someone, she had more partners than Aphrodite some years. Yes, she wouldn't be like her family if she didn't have her girls to look after, but she could appreciate a fine body.

Artemis tore her gaze from the distracted and shirtless wizard and looked at the walls that held the variety of weapons and armor that Harry had made since he moved to America all those years ago. Some of the artifacts were crude and you could tell that he had possessed only a little skill in the art of forging, but they got progressively better. Her silver eyes landed on a bow that appeared to be made of glass that Harry had completed with a quiver. When she felt the bow however, she knew that it was far stronger than just simple glass.

"That was a difficult thing to create," Harry said and Artemis jumped in surprise as she hadn't noticed the banging had disappeared, "And I'm not entirely sure why I made it, as I have yet to figure out how to shoot a bow. The bow is made by glass tempered in dragon fire and enchanted to ten times its original strength while still being springy enough to use. The quiver is made up of scraps of different metals and is perhaps more malleable than leather. It's also enchanted, but it will summon any arrow that has been shot from the bow as long as the arrow is still in good condition."

"That is rather impressive," Artemis said and turned to face Harry. She noticed that her eyes didn't have to travel far to look into his and figured she must have unconsciously shifted to an older age when she was checking him out.

"Ah, forgive me," Harry said while wiping off his hands on his pants and then sticking his hand out for a shake, "I'm Harry Potter. From the energy that seems to be flowing from you, you must be Lady Artemis, correct?"

"Indeed. It is a pleasure to meet you Harry Potter, the gods followed your adventures in Hogwarts very closely, especially after Tom Riddle was resurrected."

"That's slightly concerning," Harry laughed, "Only some of the most powerful beings on the planet taking a personal interest in me, even if it was for just a short time." Shaking his head, Harry continued, "Anyways, I'm assuming that you would like to check on your hunter?"

"Indeed," Artemis nodded and Harry led her through the house and up to the second story and the room that Harry had deposited the hunter in. When Harry opened the door, he was instantly met with a bow drawn and a rather murderous looking hunter on the other end of the arrow. Chuckling at Harry's wide eyes, Artemis spoke, "Zoe, perhaps you could not threaten the man who saved you last night and has offered us breakfast?"

"My lady," Zoe said in surprise at seeing Artemis behind the man. She was about to say something more, but before she could say anything else, her stomach growled in supposed agreement with her suggestion. "Breakfast does sound good," She admitted grudgingly.

The group of three soon found themselves in one of two kitchens in the house as Harry mixed the ingredients and the two hunters sat at the bar. "So," Harry said as he stirred, "Can I ask why Zoe here was around my house last night and why there were two hellhounds about to rend you into potion ingredients?"

Zoe didn't appear to want to answer, but Artemis saw no harm in answering a curious mind. "Zoe is my oldest hunter currently and my lieutenant. Occasionally, her duties get to her at times and she goes on solo hunts to relieve some stress. It's usually after I am required to leave the hunt at Camp Half Blood for some reason or the other."

"Camp Half-Blood," Harry mused while pouring the batter, "Isn't that the camp for demigods? Also, do you two want any toppings on your waffles or bacon?" He asked while taking out a packet of bacon and started the frying. Somehow he had found another snowy white owl that loved bacon and expected to be served some every morning.

"Surprise me," Artemis stated.

"You know about our world?" Zoe asked.

"I didn't use to, in fact I have known of the gods and all things that pertain to your world for less than ten years. As to how I came about this information," Harry shrugged, "I'm not exactly sure what I can tell you. Lady Artemis would probably be the best one to tell you."

"Just Artemis, please Harry," Artemis smiled at their current cook and Zoe turned a surprised look towards her lady. "Anyways Zoe, Harry here is Thanatos' new partner, would you say that's a good description Harry?"

"That's fair enough I suppose."

"But what does that mean?" Zoe asked the all too important question.

Harry shrugged as he poured the batter for the last waffle. "Basically, I've been granted an immortality that's pretty similar to the hunters and my magic is quite potent. In return, I'm tasked with taking out the so called immortals on this planet that try to go against nature and more importantly against death. Thanatos doesn't mind too much when someone turns into an immortal, but some people go too far. I think I've killed three since Voldemort if you don't count the few vampires that have met their end."

Zoe's eyes widened a bit in surprise as Harry didn't look to be anything special. Sure, he had bulked up a little because of the metal work, but he didn't really show it. They sat down to eat and Zoe took the time to fully appreciate Harry's owl while she preened under the attention and devoured all bacon that was left undefended.

"I must thank you for breakfast Harry, but we need to get back to camp as I'm sure the rest of the girls are growing worried."

"Of course," Harry smiled at the two and Artemis fought to keep a blush down as his green eyes gazed at her and Zoe was left confused as well. Harry waved his hand and the bow that she had been in his shop appeared in his hands as he pushed it towards her. She tried to deny such a generous gift, "Take it Artemis. I do not care who wields it between you and one of your girls, but I can't even begin to shoot it."

"Thank you Harry," Artemis smiled as she clutched the bow possessively.

"Think nothing of it. And now that you know of me, if your hunters do not wish to stay at Camp Half-Blood they are welcome here, as long as you send word ahead."

"Just my hunters?" Artemis asked and she truly couldn't understand just why she had asked.

"As if I would deny a goddess," Harry replied with mirth in his eyes. If the goddess known for hating men was going to flirt with him, then he was going to take full advantage of the opportunity.

"Very well Harry, we will see each other again." With a flash the goddess and her lieutenant were gone from Harry's manor and the start of Harry's new adventure had begun.

A/N: There were a few of you that wanted me to expand on this idea and I've got to say I do like HP&PJO crossovers than anything else I'm doing at the moment. No, I'm not abandoning any of the others, but I was inspired and wanted to post this. I have the next two chapters planned out and almost written, but if you want to see anything happen, let me know.