This story was requested by a good friend of mine who wanted me to write two alternate reality of her two favorite book series Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. She wanted both stories to deal with what would happen if both Harry and Percy, two characters extremely loyal to friends, were forced to have a harem that they would be dominant over. She also gave me some outlines she would like me to follow. Following contains slight spoilers to the story. If you don't want to know who will be included or what changes will be made, than skip the next two paragraphs.

She asked me to make the PJO story be after Blood of Olympus and Percy forcibly being turned into the replacement of Eros. The girls needed to include at least Annabeth as mistress, Calypso, Piper, Artemis and hunters, Hestia, Clarisse, Rachel, Reyna and Khione. Percy must deal with his new position as well as his new instincts of being dominant.

She asked that Harry Potter should start as normal and contain most of the 7 years and some beyond. She wanted Harry to be the heir of at least one of the founders and maybe someone more powerful. She wanted some OOC characters including a dick/jealous/idiot Ron Weasley, nice Pansy Parkinson, loving and regretful Dumbledore, eventual nice Snape, and a living Sirius. She also requested that I lower the ages of Tonks and Fleur to about 2 years older than Harry and bring the age of Gabrielle up to Harry's age. Given Tonks will be taken, Remus will be happily married. She wanted for Harry be at least, Ginny Weasley, Susan Bones, Daphne Greengrass, Hermione Granger, Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour, Su Li and Nymphadora Tonks. She requested that at least one of the girls to have a slave bond that, like Percy, forces Harry to be a dominant.

While this does seem to be a lot for one person to request all I can say is I am totally whipped, and I owed her a favor. Cassie, these are for you.

Huge shout out to Fantasy1290 and their story DUEL. Thank you for a couple ideas including how to get the whole harem started, and how to include Fleur and Gabby.

Huge shout out to Lord BladeDSF and his story Harry Potter and the Heir of Magic. Thank you for the idea of introducing a new school house.

Chapter 1

Lord Who?

October 31, 1981

All Hallows Eve, also known as Halloween, I s a time of celebration and festivities. This one was no different. People were walking the streets, some dressed in outlandish costumes, others holding tightly to children who cutely begged all who would listen for a morsel of something sweet. Few paid attentions to the large black dog that trotted past. Its tail did not wag, it's posture was not playful. It looked like a dog aiming to kill. Those who did notice quickly gave the ferocious looking beast a wide berth, some withdrawing mobiles to call Animal Control, before shaking their heads and continuing as though nothing had happened after the mutt had left their field of vision.

The dog continued its determined path, it's nose twitching ever few seconds. The rat was close, he could smell it. Filthy traitor, he deserved what was coming. Streets passed in a blur, but the dog didn't notice. The smell was strongest now, if he could just trace it. A sound caught his ear and a can skittered out of the dark alleyway next to him. With a gleam in his eye, the dog turned down the alley.

Deep in the darkest corner, a shadow of a man was scrabbling about, wallets, purses, mobiles, watches and jewelry scattered around him.

"I-I've done it, I've done it!" the shadow whispered frantically, "He will be so-so proud of me. All because of me."

A mad giggle echoed off the walls as the dog sat just within the shadows of the narrow road.

"Hello Peter, Long time no see."

The dark form in the corner stiffened at the voice. Slowly, the figure turned light from the gibbous moon illuminating half of a short man with a greasy face, watery eyes that shone with panic, a pointed nose, and protruding teeth.

"Sirius," the now identified Peter gasped, staring at the alley way entrance. There stood a tall man, strikingly handsome, wearing a long black trench coat, and a black fedora hat with white ink splotches that moved randomly pulled low hiding his face. Steel colored eyes shone out from the shadows.

"I-It has been a long time, o-old friend," Peter said, his breathing rapid and shallow, "How are James and Lilly?"

A fist connected with the short man's jaw, snapping his face around.

"Don't you dare, speak their names traitor," the one called Sirius growled, "you no longer have that right."

"T-t-traitor? Sirius whatever could you mean?" Peter whimpered, holding his jaw.

"You know damn well what I mean!" Sirius exclaimed, emphasizing each of the first three words with a punch.

"S-S-Sirius, please! What are you talking about!" the short man blubbered, "I've done nothing!"

"Nothing?" the taller man roared, "You betrayed them! We trusted you with their most important secret, and you told HIM!"

Peter struggled to his feet, only to collapse again as another fist collided with his face, sending a spray of crimson to paint the nearest wall.

"You. Told. Him," Sirius growled once more.

Peter rose to his hands and knees, chuckling coldly.

"Oh, that," the stout man spat some blood off to the side before rising to his knees, "Yes, I did."

"Why!" Sirius bellowed, hands clenching up again, "We trusted you!"

"Did you? Really?" Peter retorted, standing, "Did you really trust me, Rorschach?"

Sirius froze, his eyes wide, fist drawn back.

"Oh, you thought I didn't know?" Peter hissed, pulling out a long thin piece of wood, "How could you say you trusted me, and then keep something like that from me. I betrayed no one, Rorschach, you betrayed me."

"That holds no consequence! You never could match up to me, or James, or Remus. But you should not have turned your back on those who have done so much for your pathetic ass."

"But nothing!" the enraged man screams, "I should have that honor, I should be among those ranks."

Sirius dodged a beam of bright yellow light that issued from Peter's stick, withdrawing a similar one from his jacket. With a flick, a dull orange light sped from the stick towards Peter, who quickly waved his own. A pale blue dome appeared around the shorter one, deflecting the orange bolt into the sky.

People out on the street paused in astonishment as multicolored lights glared from a dark alley. Some withdrew cameras, while others simply pointed and stared. A few started clapping as the brilliant lights continued, most thinking it was some Halloween show. But all gasped and ducked to the side when a figure flew from the darkened opening. The man grunted in pain when he landed, but he quickly struggled to his feet. The crowd pressed itself against the walls as they took in this stranger. He was tall with long black hair and a pointed goatee. His face was bruised, and he held long stick in his hand. But what frightened even the toughest man in the crowd, were his eyes. The steel grey orbs shone of murder and hate.

"Why did you betray them, Sirius! You murdered them!" a new voice shouted. All eyes turned back to the alleyway as a short man with a pointed nose staggered out into the open street.

"You lying son of a…"

What happened next nobody knows for sure. One moment, two men were staring each other down in the middle of the street, the next the short man had the tall stranger up against a wall, a hand pressed against the 'murderer's' jacket. Some later claimed that the watery eyed man had teleported.

Sirius grimaced at the incredible strength that held him against the wall, though he was glad his wand was still held tightly in his hand.

"This is where it all ends," Peter said lowly, the manic gleam reentering his eyes, "This is where the last of the Great Unspeakable Trio dies."

"Not today," Sirius whispered. His wand started to glow a sickeningly purple. Suddenly, the streets around him erupted into chaos. Explosions blew hot air on his face, and fire licked at the buildings around him. People were screaming, some in pain, others in panic.

"No, NO!" Sirius cried, struggling in the impossible grip of his former friend, "Peter, what did you…ack." His words were cut off, as a terrible weight settled in his stomach. A weight that felt unnatural, and cold. The purple glow emanating from his wand died instantly.

"Struggle all you want," Peter said, the flames reflecting in his insane blue eyes, "No one will ever believe you, traitor."

LP:HoH

The sun wasn't even up yet when a young 11-year-old boy was dragged from the closet under the stairs by his hair.

"Get up, Boy. What are you doing asleep! You haven't even started breakfast!" Harry's uncle stood over him, belt in hand. Harry looked up at his large uncle from his place on the floor. It was much too early to be getting up, even for him. He was about to say something, to ask why he was up early, when metal whistled through the air. Harry barely had a second to brace himself, protecting his head before the buckle of Vernon's belt struck his back, leaving another long gash down his back. He winced at the pain but didn't say anything. He had learned long ago that saying something only made it worse.

Slowly he stood up, ignoring the throbbing from his side and back, walked to the kitchen and started preparations for breakfast. As he pulled out the pots and pans he needed to create the large breakfast always required, he remembered just why he had already gotten hit. It was Dudley's birthday today and that always meant more torment. Harry sighed. He was miserable, but he couldn't do anything about it. Once breakfast was finished he set the table, and kept the food warm, careful to not dry it out lest he got another beating.

After breakfast was served Harry sat on the floor in the corner of the room trying to stay out of sight as Dudley tore through his gifts. So far, the only upside for the day had been when he was grudgingly informed that he would accompany the Dursleys to the zoo as his usual baby sitter was ill.

"Freak, come here and clean up," screeched his aunt before she turned to her son and continued in a coddling tone, "Come on, Duddykins, let's get ready to go to the zoo."

As soon as she left the room, Harry hurried from his corner and started picking up the mess of wrappings, and paper. He had barely finished when Vernon entered the room and gave him a resounding kick to his rear, sending him sprawling face first into the ground.

"Get up boy, we're leaving."

Harry dragged himself to his feet. He started moving to the door, when he felt his uncle's fat hand grab his hair and jerk his face around until they were standing face to face, the older man's rancid breath washing over his face, making his eyes sting and his nose run.

"I want you to behave yourself. None of your freakish stuff or I'll have to punish you."

Internally Harry sighed. Whenever his uncle promised punishment, no matter what he did or didn't do, he always received a beating with Vernon's favorite studded belt.

Nodding his assent, Harry walked to the car, ignoring his pain as his back twinged with every step.

The ride to the zoo was one of great discomfort for Harry. The gash on his back had stopped its minimal bleeding and simply throbbed. The cracked rib from the kicking he had received earlier in the week was aching and his rear end was bruised. With every bump of the car, all three would pulse with pain. He would have groaned but he knew that if he had it would only lead to more pain.

Admittedly walking around the Zoo well behind the Dursleys was indeed nice. He stopped to watch various animals romp in their pen, or sleep stretched out in the sun. The only downside was when he entered the reptile house. Keeping as far from his cousin as he could, he walked over and started a nice conversation with a boa constrictor. That is, until his cousin shoved him aside to get a good look at the snake curled up by the glass. Except there was no glass and the snake was curling itself around Dudley. Harry told the snake to let go, but one glance at his Uncle, he knew he was in for a painful night.

…

Deep within the depths of Gringotts Bank a vault glowed white as the magic of the new Lord Emrys and Heir of Merlin, made itself known. A surge of magic streamed out in a large shockwave from Vault 1, felt by every goblin present. Elder Grangock, head of the bank, leapt to his feet, and hurried to the cart that would take him below to the vaults. He had only felt magic like that only once before and that had been when young James Potter had come with his parents before his first year at Hogwarts. The cart stopped of its own accord in front of the Potter Family vault, and Grangock stared at it in wonder. Glowing on the door, was a large shield with an ornate triskelion in the center. Below it ancient runes were starting to show. Awed the elderly Goblin read:

Darkness surges on the horizon

And a wizard by his family, Emrys will wizen.

The magic of his heir has been made known

And with help from people all his own

Shall he strike the darkness to oblivion.

Bring him forth, and give him his rings of obsidian

For, Lord Emrys-Black-Potter shall lead the wizarding world to new heights.

Pulling a piece of parchment from the cart, Grangock quickly muttered a spell, copying the symbol and words onto the sheet. Once the copy had been made the words and symbol faded and the glow left the door. Turning, the elder goblin rode the cart back to his office. Pulling out a second sheet of parchment, he penned a letter to the magical guardian of the only living Potter explaining what had happened and requesting both his and the young Lord's presence at their earliest convenience. Making a duplicate of the prophecy, he tied both to a large barn owl. Watching the owl leave, the goblin rubbed a long finger against his temple. The Potter family had long been considered Friends of Goblins, and if the ancient bloodline, descended from Merlin himself, had produced a magical heir, then it was high time the goblins chose a side.

…

Sitting at his desk, Albus Dumbledore was again questioning his decision to put Harry with his relatives almost ten years before. He knew that those muggles hated magic, but at the time it had been the best place for him and he had hoped that the Dursleys would put aside their hatred and love the boy. Sirius had been arrested, and, while Dumbledore knew he was innocent, had been sent to Azkaban without a trial and all evidence in support of the best friend to James Potter had been ignored. The blood magic surrounding the house was protecting the boy, but the wards had slowly been weakening. Arabella Figg, a squib who had been good friends with the boy's mother, had been tasked with keeping an eye on him. However, that had immediately run into issues when Petunia Dursley had immediately refused to be friendly at all with her, except for the request to watch Harry a few times when. Arabella had sent several concerns to the Headmaster, stating that a few times Harry had bruises all along his face and had refused to sit or touch his back and had always been in clothes much to large, but Albus had dismissed her concerns. Now he wasn't so sure.

The aged professor was jolted out of his worrying when a large eagle owl flew in through the open window and alighted on his desk. The owl had a letter tied to its leg bearing the seal of Gringotts.

Dumbledore swiftly untied the letter and started reading, giving the owl a soft scratch. However, his hand froze and he sat up straight in his chair as he continued reading. Finishing the letter he looked at the accompanying parchment and the runes inscribed upon it.

Dropping the message, he fell back in his chair in shock. The Potters had always been an exceptionally powerful family. In fact, Lord Charlus Potter had even rivaled the old wizard in power and had been essential in the war against Grindewald, before sacrificing himself to save his family during the first war with Voldemort.

"It appears, my family has finally produced an heir of my great grandfather," a deep baritone voice stated behind him.

Without turning, Dumbledore nodded his head.

"Indeed Godric. I just hope I am up to the task of protecting him and his own."

"You have proven to be more than adequate in the past."

"Have I? I couldn't keep Sirius from prison, I couldn't save the Potters, nor the Longbottoms. Will I be able to take care of young Harry?"

"We have complete faith in you, Albus," a new feminine voice joined the first.

Finally turning, the elder wizard finally looked at the portraits of the founders. All four were alive and moving, all staring straight at him.

"I hope your right," was all he said.

…

Morning came, and for Harry it was one of the most painful he had had in a long time. Stifling a groan, he sat up stiffly his back and side pounding from the beating he had received the previous night. Vernon had been incensed at what had happened to his precious Dudley and had dragged Harry into their room before laying into him with the belt. Once he had finished, Harry had been shoved into the closet and the door locked after him. Rising to his knees, he tried the door only to find it still locked. His back had stopped bleeding sometime during the night and had scabbed over, but his shirt was still stiff with the blood he had lost. He peeled the shirt off and replaced it with the only other shirt he had. Lying on his stomach, he braced himself for another day with no food, locked in his cupboard, his back itching as the wounds knitted back together.

He heard his aunt working in the kitchen muttering the whole time, complaining profusely about ungrateful brats who just don't understand when they have it good.

And then the doorbell rang. That almost never happened as no one ever called at the Dursley house. When the postman came with the occasional parcel, he simply left it on the bench by the door, afraid of the volcano that was Vernon Dursley.

Outside of Harry's closet, Petunia stalked to the door angrily cursing whoever was on the other side. Vernon came out of the sitting room where he had been watching some cage matches with Dudley, still in a foul mood, ready to scream at whomever had disturbed his peace.

"What do you want!" yelled Petunia as she yanked the door open, only for her eyes to go wide in fright. Quickly she scanned the street to see if anyone was looking. Seeing Ms. Figg, the annoying cat woman who sometimes watched Harry, she hurriedly pulled the old man dressed in the violently purple robes into the house before slamming the door.

"What do you want," she hissed again at the Headmaster.

"Your one of those freaks aren't you!" Vernon yelled, quickly going puce.

"Freaks?" Dumbledore cocked an eyebrow, his electric blue eyes twinkling madly.

"Yeah, just like him," the walrus jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the stairs.

"By 'him' I assume you mean young Harry?" Dumbledore questioned, a horrible feeling sinking in his stomach.

Dursley sneered at the wizard. "Yeah, now what do you want, and GET OUT!" he screamed, spittle flying everywhere.

Turning to Petunia, Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm here to take your nephew. It is time he went to school."

"SCHOOL!" the enraged Vernon screamed "I WILL NOT ALLOW HIM TO GO WITH SOME FREAK SHOW TO LEARN MORE OF THAT UNNATURAL DEVILISH POWER. HE WILL GO TO PUBLIC SCHOOL AND LIKE IT."

Turning Dumbledore raised his wand and aimed the point at the furious man's chest, the tip glowing a bright orange.

Dursley paled, turned and walked to the cupboard under the stairs. Throwing the locks open, he pulled the door open and pushed a bedraggled, stiff Harry out of the closet.

Looking up Harry, took in the scene before him. A tall, elegant man was standing in the middle of the sitting room next to his aunt, a stick in his hand, dressed in shimmering purple robes. Looking at him, Harry felt a calm rush over him. He sensed that this man could be trusted. He felt a hand on his back and flinched at the throbbing pain it created.

"Here," came his uncles voice trembling with rage "Take him. Take him to that devilish school. But once he leaves, I never want to see him again."

Dumbledore looked over Harry and the feeling in his stomach sank lower. The boy was tall, but horribly thin and malnourished and looked forlorn and unloved. That revelation shook him to his core. The reason the wards were failing was because they were based on love.

"Hello Harry, I'm Professor Albus Dumbledore."

Harry shook the proffered hand with a small smile.

"Pleased to meet you Professor. Can I really leave?"

The headmaster returned the smile, his eyes giving a kind twinkle.

"Of course," He turned to the Dursleys, his smile turning forced. "I do hope you have a good day."

He put a hand on Harry's shoulder and guided him out the door. Once outside and the door shut, he turned and flourished his wand at the door before guiding Harry down the street towards his sitter's house.

"Sir, what did you do with that stick?" Harry asked curiously as he walked.

"I will explain everything once we reach our destination, Harry, never fear."

The boy nodded, his polite demeanor overriding his curiosity. Albus opened the front gate to the homely house that Harry frequently visited and knocked at the front door.

"Come in, come in," Mrs. Figg said kindly, opening the door. She gave Harry a big hug before shaking Dumbledore's hand.

"Thank you for letting us use your floo, Arabella," the old man said to the older woman with a warm as he picked his way around the cats snoozing on the carpet, heading to the large fireplace.

"Anytime Albus. I'm just glad I could finally be of help getting Harry away from those awful people," the batty old woman responded, giving the boy's arm a firm squeeze, sending a cold glare at the old man.

Motioning Harry over, the headmaster held a large urn of green colored ash, "Take a handful Harry. Good, now, throw it into the fire and say, 'Leaky Cauldron.' Make sure you enunciate clearly. When the fire turns green, step into the flames. Don't worry it won't hurt you. You'll feel like your spinning very quickly. Once you see an opening in front of you, step forward like your walking, else you'll get ejected most uncomfortably."

Harry nodded, his head spinning with unasked questions. Walking to the blazing fire, he threw in his handful of the green ash and shouted, "Leaky Cauldron!" before stepping into the fire and disappearing.

Albus was about to follow when he felt a strong grip on his arm. Arabella Figg was staring up at him, fury burning in her steel grey eyes.

"Albus," the old woman hissed menacingly, "What in blazes were you thinking, putting that poor boy with those horrible pigs. Every time he came over to my place, I had to ensure he didn't enjoy it, otherwise I would have never seen him again. More than once, he has shown up with bruises that did not come from him being a child! Where were you these past ten years? I told you my concerns and you waved me off. That boy is hurting, and it is your fault. Remember that."

The rebuke ringing fresh in his ears, the ancient wizard threw a pinch of powder into the fireplace, calling out, "The Leaky Cauldron."

A curious scene met him as he stepped into the old pub. Harry was backed into a corner, literally, by a crowd of wizards and witches, each trying to touch him, everyone talking at once. Harry's eyes were wide with fear, as he tried to press his way through the crowd. Albus pulled his wand and released a burst of magic.

The establishment fell silent at the cannon blast, "Alright, yes, thank you all for giving Mr. Potter such a warm welcome. But this is the first time he has been in our world in ten years. Please give him time to adjust to our ways before you greet him."

Slowly the crowd dispersed, the patrons slowly finding their way back to the abandon tables. Albus quickly grasped Harry's shoulder and maneuvered him away from the prying eyes.

Finding a booth in a corner, the aged wizard sat, motioned Harry to do the same, and waved down a server, asking for a nice cup of hot tea.

"Now, my dear boy, has there been any times in your life where strange things seem to happen while your around?" he queried, turning back the scarred boy.

"Strange how, sir?"

"Things suddenly disappearing, or strange items just showing up right in front of you. Anything, growing unnaturally or dying suddenly."

Harry was stunned, not quite sure how to answer. He stared at the twinkling blue eyes, trying to find just a hint of hostility. Finding none, he trusted his gut feeling, and laid out many such incidences.

He told how his hair had regrown over night after his aunt had shaved it, how his teacher's hair had turned blue. He told how cuts and bruises were healed by the end of the day. He also told of the glass at the zoo. Each time, he carefully manipulated the story to keep any form of violence and abuse out.

Dumbledore eased back into his seat, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Harry, what do you know of magic?"

"It's a fairy tale, sir. In bedtime stories, the hero or his companion can manipulate reality through magic, making sure justice is served."

Inwardly, Albus was disappointed, but not surprised. He had so hoped that Harry's muggle relatives would at least have the decency to tell their nephew just who he really was.

"That is not quite true, dear boy."

Harry raised an eyebrow at his companion, wondering what he could ever mean by that. Just the mere mention of magic or anything unnatural towards his relatives would have gotten him a beating, making him learn to never believe in it, despite his own unnaturalness.

With a secretive smile, Dumbledore pulled out his wand, conjured a cup, and filled it with water.

Offering the glass to the wide-eyed boy, he explained, "Magic is very real, Harry. Everyone sitting in this pub is a witch or a wizard. Including you. Every single incident you told me about was caused by you. Your magic caused that. We call that accidental magic. The school I'm taking you to is a place where young witches and wizards like yourself go to learn to control their magic and to use it."

"So I'm a wizard?" Harry asked, staring at a man sitting at an adjacent table reading out a floating book, his cup of tea stirring itself.

"As were your parents," the professor responded with a kind smile.

"M-my parents?"

"Your parents were some of my best students, a little mischievous at times though. It was a great loss to many when they died that night."

"You mean, in the car crash?" came the whispered response.

Dumbledore was flabbergasted, "A car crash wouldn't have been able to kill James and Lilly Potter. Who told you such a ridiculous story?"

"My relatives."

The aged headmaster was furious. He should have never entrusted those pea-brained, short sighted muggles with the savior of the wizarding kind.

"Your parents died fighting an evil wizard who was trying to take over the world. That fight resulted in that scar on your forehead, but also the loss of a wonderful couple."

Harry stared into nothingness, still processing the information. He was a wizard as were his parents. At first it had been a little hard to believe, but with the proof sitting all around him he couldn't deny the fact. It certainly explained many of the incidents in his life, but then there was how his parents had died.

"My Lord Potter."