Harry Potter and the Champion of Olympus

Disclaimer/Plot/Challenge Information/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to Gabriel Herrol for coming up with such an interesting idea: my recommended reads are Harry Potter, Squatter by Enterprise1701-d, Hadrian Potter: The Lightning Thief and Hadrian Potter: The Sea of Monsters by dhairyasood748, Sun of the Archer Book I, Sun of the Archer Book II and Sun of the Archer Book III by digisovereign, Saviour of Magic by Colt01, Child of All by Venquine1990, Prince of Death, Return of the Speaker's Heir and Remembrance of the Grim Wolf by The Potters of the Future and Half Blood Harry Potter by Loki Palmer

Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Thalia; Eventual Percy/Annabeth

Other Pairings: To be determined

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Demonboy121986: Just imagine how another Cerberus might react to Harry, then: something tells me you're going to like it;

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ALSO: Laughs and thanks for the laughs to everyone who made Ghost Rider references: I assume it's because of what I said Thanatos looked like, but, even so, thanks; this chapter is dedicated to everyone who continues to enjoy the fun.

Oh, and don't worry, loyal fans: the Hogwarts Saga is going to begin very soon!

"Well, I was going to send him to the Fields of Punishment after spending a century or two in the Eternal Fire, but it looks like that's exactly what your quest involves, Harry, so, for now, all I can say is good luck…oh, and do try and be quick about it; trust me, once he's promised a tasty treat, Cerberus is not a patient eater of souls."

Unseen by everyone else, even as Cerberus barked loudly in agreement with his Master, Harry's eyes burned like fire at the thought of not only being given his first quest, but also finally getting revenge for his parents and everyone else who suffered because of Tom Riddle.

And when Harry's eyes burned with those dark, but also light-sided, vengeful, justice-seeking thoughts – and not just justice for him and his family, but everyone else along with them – his green flash transformed into a shade of purest gold that filled his eyes like the fires of Hades.

How very appropriate…

Chapter 13: You've Got A Friend in Me

"Holy…"

Even as Styx had to remind her former-mortal husband about the caution of swearing around their son, James felt a mixture of awe, as well as wonder and amazement well up inside of him as he followed his son, as well as the Queen of the Styx, up the familiar smooth-polished pathway leading to Apollo's Temple.

However, ahead of them, Harry didn't seem to share any of the awe, wonder or even familiarity of having returned to his interim home.

He didn't even react to the way Styx silenced James while the two of them followed him home.

Instead, his steps were quick, hurried and yet, at the same time, they were also firm and unyielding, as though each and every step was weighed down with the gravitational force of the Earth itself.

Rubbing his head where Styx cuffed him, James frowned as he noticed this.

"I'm not even going to ask what's bothering our boy, Styx, but…what is it you say? Di Immortales…why did Thanatos have to tell Harry that truth now? When he was already so happy and looking forwards to coming back here, so he could spend time with us?"

"Demigods, even ones like Harry, don't get to choose when their quests are revealed, James," replied Styx, still wearing the glamour of her former appearance as Lily Potter, even as she followed her son back to his adoptive Father's temple, "I know this is going to be really tough for Harry, even moreso now he knows about Riddle. But I don't think Hades or Thanatos would have given him the talk in the way they did if they weren't sure he wasn't ready for it."

"But Lily, he's only ten!" argued James.

"Heroism isn't ageist," argued Styx, ignoring the slip used by James in referring to her former name; like him, she too was worried about Harry and, like him, she was both unnerved and a little angry at how Thanatos had revealed everything so soon on Harry.

Just when his life was taking a turn for the better, the Fates decided that he needed this bombshell dropped on him.

Well, if she ever saw those three witches again, she'd throw their eye to Cerberus and let him use it as a chew toy, if not a light snack.

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"Riddle is still alive…he created Horcruxes…one was inside of you…find him…destroy his Horcruxes…feed him to Cerberus…make sure he realises not even he can flee Death…Riddle is still alive…he created Horcruxes…"

Over and over again, like the world's most-annoying, most-taunting and mocking song ever created, Thanatos' words reverberated through Harry's mind, filling him with a dark, seething rage and a fire that refused to die out. A flame that was so strong, it might as well have been spawned from the heart of the Sun itself had been ignited inside of Harry and now, even as he led his parents back to his other Dad's temple, and his home, each step Harry took seemed to burn itself into the floor, as though his shoes were walking on sunshine, quite literally.

If it wasn't for the mystical strength and energy that kept Olympus so well-preserved, the footsteps might have even stayed there, imprinted forever on the smooth pathway, but instead, thanks to that mystical power, Harry's steps were more like footprints in the sand.

But the rage, the determination and the desire to see his quest fulfilled and the monster that had stolen everything from him, only to cheat Death at a point where Harry and, from what he had been able to figure out, everyone else in the world had chosen – read: preferred – to believe that the so-called Dark Lord with the name that meant Flight From Death was well and truly gone.

'Well,' thought Harry, stopping only once as he reached the large doors of Apollo's Temple, 'The next time I see him, he will be!'

With that, he pushed the doors open…

"SURPRISE!"

Behind him, even Styx and James jumped nearly a foot off the floor while Harry's look of enraged determination vanished behind a look of surprise and bewildered shock when he saw his home temple was now filled with many different Gods and Goddesses, even Zeus himself. However, there were others there too; kids of various ages and appearances, all of whom applauded and cheered for Harry.

"What…what's going on?" asked Harry, though as he looked around, he felt a smile touch his lips when a familiar voice answered.

"It's your Homecoming Party, Harry; we heard about your allowance and gifts from Dad and…well, a lot of us wanted to celebrate. Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone," explained Thalia, emerging from the crowd before she hugged Harry, earning a small smile from Styx while James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning him another cuff upside the head from Styx.

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"Don't even think it," she whispered, watching as her son was embraced by his best friend before she led him off into the crowd of well-wishers.

Styx, meanwhile, kept her voice low and her gaze on her husband as she told him straight, "You said it yourself, James, he's only ten, nearly-eleven and, unless someone like Aphrodite or Eros decide his heart needs an early wake-up call, I don't want you even hinting at anything like that to him, do you hear me?"

"Yes dear," muttered James, earning a soft laugh from just ahead of them, which made both Styx and James' expressions darken with suspicion, but also a margin of respect when they saw Zeus, Hera, Poseidon and a fair-skinned lady with aquamarine-blue-coloured hair and teal-coloured eyes moving towards them.

It was also Zeus who'd laughed as he told James, "Trust me, James Potter, I know exactly how you feel."

"I guess you do, Bolt Boy," drawled James, earning a slight scowl from Zeus before the dark-eyed man walked over to the King of the Gods, keeping his voice low as he told him, "But I am telling you this much: trust me, Your Royal High-and-Mightiness: if you ever threaten, harm or go against your promise to my son, you might just find out why even someone who is living large in Elysium isn't afraid to come after your ass!"

While Zeus looked somewhere between surprised, a little annoyed and even intimidated by the fierceness in James' voice, the blue-haired lady standing with Poseidon chuckled softly before she told Styx, "I see why your human form fell in love with him, Styx: he has the heart of a lion, soul of a water dragon and ferocity of the Kraken."

"And the looks of…ow!" gasped James, just as Styx grabbed his ear and twisted hard, earning laughs all round.

"She's married, you hormonal eternal," growled Styx, indicated Poseidon and his companion as he added, "This is Amphitrite, Queen of the Seven Seas, Lady of Dolphins and the Waterlands and Poseidon's wife, so if you must flirt, I'd rather you go for some lady who'll make you regret it herself and is not the wife of the man who could and would introduce you to every piranha he knows!"

"And that's just for starters," added Poseidon, earning laughs from the others while James gulped hard.

"I…think I'll go and see where Harry's gone off to…and maybe go and say my thanks to the Sun God too."

"Good idea," chorused Hera, Styx and Amphitrite, watching as James slunk away, vanishing into the crowd of well-wishers and, from what Styx could tell, many of the other Demigods whom Harry would come to know if and when he decided to go and visit Camp Half-Blood. Even Chiron himself was there, as was Dionysius, though he seemed content to sit in the corner like a wallflower and scowl at Zeus for most of the time.

Speaking of the King of Olympus, he couldn't help but smile as he looked from the crowd to Styx before he asked, "Am I right to assume Hades has told Harry of his quest?"

"You knew?"

"We all did," admitted Hera, jerking her head to a spot where Styx could make out the other Olympians, especially Apollo, who seemed to be following Harry's path with his eyes even as he made nice with his siblings and fellow Olympians. "After you two went down to the Underworld, Apollo had a chat with Zeus and I about Harry's future and, although we know he'll be staying at Hogwarts, he wanted to make sure Zeus would honour his promises and his gifts to the young man."

"Then, he went off to contact Thalia and get her and even old Party Planner over there to organise this little shindig to celebrate Harry's new allowance and the fact that, as long as he invites them, they can come up and join him. I guess Chiron must have given her the idea to have the other campers up here so Harry could get to know his kin."

"Speaking of kin…"

Even as Styx said it, however, Poseidon lifted a hand before he shook his head, "Percy's not here, nor does he know that I'm his Dad and, if he does, then I can only guess that his magic is keeping him shielded and reducing the need to go to the Camp."

"Good guess."

Even Styx gasped when a soft, cold voice, which was laced with raw power and mystical fury, replied to Poseidon's remark.

Turning to face the owner of the voice, Styx found herself looking at a raven-black-haired lady with eyes that were the purest, most-enchanting shade of blue ever; she was as pale as Styx herself and dressed in a long, flowing black gown that was decorated with an array of runes and symbols, all of which were stitched into the lining of her gown and yet, each one of them looked as strong as the next.

To the shock of the other Olympians, however, the woman wasn't alone: with her was a young girl whom looked only a few years older than Harry and co; she had the same black hair and blue eyes as her companion while she was dressed in a sleeveless blue gown that revealed more than enough flesh; around her neck, the young lady wore a silver pendant shaped like a pentagram with a fiery, sun-like outline around the outside edge of the mystical symbol.

Drawing herself to her full height, Styx bowed her head respectfully before she addressed the two newcomers, "Hecate, Circe; I wondered if you might be among the well-wishers…though I never would have guessed you would be here together."

"I'm not here for her," argued Circe, craning her neck as she peered off into the crowd of partying Demigods and Olympians as she added, "I'm actually here to speak to your kid, Styx: don't worry, I've got no plans to turn him into something unnatural."

"Good."

"But if that ex of yours tries anything…"

"Not in here," argued Zeus, earning a cool, almost-stony glare from Circe as he explained, "I won't have Harry's home become a warzone because of your desire to have fun with men who pursue you, Circe. Even Artemis has sworn she won't cause trouble for her nephew and you know how much she loathes men!"

"OW!"

"I daresay James has just found out," laughed Poseidon, watching as Circe disappeared into the crowd while, back with the Olympians, Styx turned back to Hecate.

"So, you're saying Percy's protected by the Mist?"

"That's right."

"Well," said Styx, folding her arms before she asked, "Don't take this the wrong way, dear lady, but is there any reason you couldn't have used a similar protection for Harry?"

"Because, unlike Perseus, your son's destiny needed him to find solitude and sanctuary here on Olympus," explained Hecate, earning a curious look from Zeus while even Styx seemed interested in what Hecate had to say.

Realising this, Hecate sighed softly before she indicated the party, "Come, let's go and have some drinks and food and I'll tell you everything, my old friend…oh, and don't worry about my daughter; she doesn't want to harm Harry at all."

"Then what does she want?" asked Styx, even as she turned to follow the Queen of Magic into the thrum of the party's atmosphere.

"To offer him a gift."

Champion of Olympus

As the old saying went, by the time it was all over, Harry would find himself agreeing that the party was just what the doctor ordered.

Even though he remembered seeing many of the other Demigods back when he'd first snuck onto Olympus, Harry was still surprised to see how many of them there were at his party. Apparently, according to Thalia, receiving such a boon from Zeus himself, even if it was in repayment of the debt to Harry's Mum, Styx, was a big thing for them.

Of course, when Thalia led Harry through the sea of faces and well-wishers to meet the other Demigods, the whole thing began with a fierce, but also-kind-looking centaur, whom Thalia introduced as Chiron, getting everyone to kneel in homage as he announced Harry as the Son of Apollo and Styx and even called him the Champion of Olympus.

After that, Harry got to meet a few of the Demigods personally, many of whom went on to become fast friends and welcome guests at the Temple whenever Harry invited them up.

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The first of these that Harry met was his step-brother, Will Solace, whom he recalled was the one that had helped Thalia craft his new quiver and, to Harry's delight, was every inch the big brother figure that he had hoped his newly-adoptive siblings in the Apollo Cabin would be.

It wasn't until later he learned that a cheerful, welcoming personality was part of the package from being a kid of Apollo.

As Will put it, their Dad was the God of the Sun and Good Health and Fun, so it was almost-impossible for them to have dark personalities, doubts or isolated thoughts about others.

As well as Will, Harry was also introduced to a few interesting figures, whom became something of an enigma, even by Demigod standards.

The first was a blonde-haired girl with grey eyes and a strong, if not stubborn front about her named Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena; like many others, she seemed interested in Harry and, when Thalia introduced her, she actually eyed him up and down, as though she were assessing whether or not he was worth all the hype.

However, when she made her decision, Harry didn't know whether to just plain shun her or give her a piece of his mind when she proved just how arrogant, if not bossy-minded and ignorant she really was as she scoffed at him before she drawled, "I guess you'll do…and besides, Thalia says you're a good egg, so I can't fault her."

She didn't even offer a hand or accept the one Harry offered her.

Harry left Annabeth's presence shortly afterwards, though not before he made a silent promise to himself to find a way to prove that she was wrong about him.

Even though her Mum was the Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, not to mention Ares' equal and opposite, Harry would prove that he was worthy of whatever Annabeth was trying to measure him up for.

He would also make her shake his hand and admit that they were equals, if not friends and, if not, then he would make her eat her own words.

Little did he know he would soon get that very chance.

After the tense meeting with Annabeth, Harry was introduced to a rather-interesting demigod whom Thalia called her close friend and someone she even saw as a brotherly figure – which, being Zeus' daughter, she didn't really have outside of Zeus' immortal children – Luke Castellan, Son of Hermes and the unofficial Camp Leader, outside of Chiron and Dionysius, aka Mr D.

However, unlike many of the other Demigods, Luke seemed more than a little bit distant when it came to being around the Olympians and, as the party went on, Harry caught Hermes trying to talk with the blonde boy on more than one occasion, but Luke would always find an excuse to move away and go somewhere else.

One of the next Demigods who seemed to take to Harry like an honorary sibling was Clarisse La Rue, Daughter of Ares, though when he met her, Harry felt a stirring in his chest that reminded him of his warnings and quest from Thanatos.

This also caused Harry's ire to stir, or rather, it did until Ares himself turned up, warning Clarisse off as he told her, "No bloodlust in the Temple, my little Warrior Princess: by all means, let it go in my place, but not here in old Sunspot's and definitely not on his kid."

Clarisse obeyed and apologised to Harry, explaining how she was testing his resolve, especially since she had heard how he'd stood up to the King of the Gods himself and, until she got the word of agreement and approval from the General – as she called Ares – she didn't believe it, but now she could and, if he ever wanted some real training on camp or in the Temple, all he'd have to do was call.

By the end of the party, Harry admitted to himself that he had found a real circle of friends and, as he would soon enjoy, he even began to invite them to Olympus more often.

Though not before he made his presence felt at Camp too, but that's a tale for another time…

Champion of Olympus

As the day started to draw to a close, which was the signal for Chiron and a reluctant Dionysius to gather the Demigods together, so they could return to Camp – everyone save Harry, of course – the young Twice-Blessed Demigod found himself perched on the platform at the base of his Father's statue, watching as the crowds said their goodbyes, both to him and their respective parents, as well as showing due respect to others.

Harry was sat there for so long, he didn't even notice he had company until a soft, enchanting voice asked, "Had a good time?"

Turning his head, Harry saw Circe standing on his right-hand side, next to the right boot of his Father's statue.

Inclining his head respectfully to her, Harry offered her a thin smile as he asked, "I…I'm sorry, my Lady, but…I don't believe I've had the honour."

"Circe," replied the young sorceress, earning a surprised look from Harry as she told him, "Lady of Magic, second-only to my Mother, Hecate, and Inventor of many a spell and magical force wielded by mortals…and I know who you are, Harry Potter."

"I'm honoured, my Lady," replied Harry, lowering his eyes to her before, glancing around the Temple, just as the last few party-goers, including a somewhat-reluctant Thalia, said their goodbyes and left with Chiron, he asked, "Is…is your Mother here too?"

"She was," said Circe, moving closer to Harry, so that she was sitting next to him as she explained, "She was talking with your Mother and your mortal Father about some things. In truth, I've been hoping to get a chance to speak to you all evening, young wizard, but you were so enraptured by your friends and their company that even I couldn't bring myself to disturb you…but now, here we are."

"I…I appreciate that, my Lady," said Harry, blushing softly before he looked to Circe as he asked, "What…what can I do for you?"

"I have something for you," replied Circe, earning another surprised look from Harry, which only grew with how casually Circe sounded when she said it, even as the Princess of Magic went on. "Call it my own thanks for the favour you granted the realm of Magic nearly ten years ago."

"You mean Riddle?" asked Harry, earning a slow nod from Circe before Harry asked, "Um…no offence meant, my Lady, but…but you do know…"

"That he's still alive? Yes, I'm sorry to admit that I do know that," said Circe, holding up a finger before she added, "Don't worry: what I have for you will not be seen as me interfering in your quest. After all, many Demigods have boons and resources given to them, limited though they may be, which will assist them on their quests."

"Oh," said Harry.

"In your case," said Circe, reaching into the folds of her gown before, to Harry's surprise, she withdrew a small, rectangular-shaped box with a pentagram engraved into the top.

How she'd managed to hide it so well, Harry didn't know and, to be honest, the only explanation he could think of was magic.

Handing the box to Harry, Circe tapped the pentagram on the lid as she explained, "The boon I have for you is this box: go on, you can open it."

Doing as she asked, Harry was surprised to find two items stored inside the box; one was a single silver ring with a pentagram in the crown, which appeared to be engraved into a black stone atop the ring. As for the other item, it was a small, black book, which didn't look like it was anything special, but, as Harry looked at it, he felt a shiver run through him as he looked from the ring and book to the Goddess who'd given them to him.

"The ring," explained Circe, indicating said item as she told Harry about them, "Is an enchanted gift that, given the fact it's a ring, I don't think any so-called wizard will look twice at when they see you wearing it. However, when you put that ring on, you will be given a power that will allow you to take care of the Horcruxes without damaging their containers…and, even then, that's if only it's what you want to do with their containers."

"Why would I?"

Rather than answer him, however, Circe shook her head as she added, "Sorry, can't tell you that, Harry: if I did, I'd be interfering because I'd be doing part of the job for you. Anyway, as well as giving you that gift, the ring has a few other little surprises that I leave to you to discover for yourself, but, trust me, when you find out, you'll love them."

Weirdly, Harry found himself believing Circe, even as the young Goddess indicated the book before she added, "Now this is something very rare and special and, in a way, it's my thanks to you for your part in nearly taking out the snake-faced a-hole ten years ago."

"Even though I didn't?"

"Oh, but you did," replied Circe, but, just like with the ring, she didn't say much more than that as, instead, she tapped her nose as she added, "But, as you know, I can't say more, but the point is that you did defeat Riddle…maybe not kill him as you want to…yes, I even know about that…"

She actually winked at him as she said the last part, earning a shocked, but also embarrassed look from Harry as Circe went on, "However, as a gift for that defeat and the brief peace you gave your homeland, as well as Magic and my Mum's headaches with them, I have this for you, Harry. That book isn't just any ordinary book: it is a copy of a journal that belonged to my favourite child, containing knowledge I now bequeath to you as thanks for your part in the brief peace."

As Harry's eyes widened, he licked his lips nervously before, even though he knew he shouldn't ask it, he couldn't help himself.

"Who…who was your favourite child, my Lady?"

"Someone I imagine you'll become pretty well-acquainted with when the time comes," replied Circe, waving her hand, which seemed to cause the book to ripple and shimmer, revealing a single image in the centre of the book's cover.

A large, decorative-looking emerald-green letter S that looked like a snake coiled up in the aforementioned shape, with a small banner beneath the serpentine image that identified its original owner, even as Circe did the same.

"As my thanks, and to aid you on your quest, I present to you a replica of the fabled lost journal of Salazar Slytherin, Harry, one of the four Founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…use it well…"

"I…I will," whispered Harry, awe, wonder and even homage filling his eyes as he picked up the journal and held it close, as though it was his most prized possession, even moreso than his wand, his Mum and Dad or even his knowledge of what he would have to do to succeed in his first quest.

Now, thanks to Lady Circe, he had the means to make that happen.

'Tom Riddle,' thought Harry, his green eyes again flashing gold as he clutched the journal in his hands while Circe left him to his musings. 'You don't have a hope in Hades of escaping Death again…I'll make sure of it! I don't know what Lady Circe means, but you had better run, Riddle, but no matter where you run, I'm going to find you and when I do, I'm going to be ready…'

Letting his eyes rest on the journal, the ring and, of course, his white wand – which had been securely-fitted to a holster that Styx gave him and used to be a memento she'd fished out of the River Styx, apparently – Harry let a determined, but strong, if not heroically-fuelled smile cross his face as he considered what he was going to do.

He might have doubted it before, but now he knew.

'When I do, I'm going to kill you!'

Curiously, at the same time Harry made his little promise, the light from the Sol Stone in the hand of Apollo's statue turned pure-white and burned so brightly that it would have probably been seen from the furthest reaches of space itself.

Though the light only lasted for a moment before it returned to normal, leaving Harry bathed in the light and shadow of the setting sun as the best day of his life so far finally drew to a close.

Chapter 13 and it looks like Harry is ready to undertake his first quest, but with Hogwarts on the horizon and now two clues as to the Founders' connections with his true family and legacy, what sort of tasks might stand between Harry and his goals?

Also, can he actually bring himself to kill someone, even if that someone is Voldemort, and what could Circe have meant when she said the gift contained in the ring would help Harry decide what to do with the Horcruxes' containers?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: The Summer Solstice may be over, but it looks like Winter is already coming for Harry: so focused is he on his quest that, before he knows it, it's time for him to go to Hogwarts…but not before he receives a few surprises, including an inevitable meeting;

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AN: Olympians/Demigods

So, before anyone asks, the only magical Olympians are the 'key characters' of this story – Harry, Thalia, Percy and Annabeth – but there will be HP characters with divine connections, as this story has already hinted.

Also, I'm not bashing Annabeth, exactly; instead, I'm sort of doing to her what JK did to our favourite brunette: a stuck-up introduction that will change later…with help from getting to know a life she can't claim to be master of, no matter how much she reads – or, in Annabeth's case, learns/trains – and, of course, our heroes.

So, for now, just keep reading to find out what else I have planned and I hope you are all enjoying the adventure;

AN2: Portrayals

Clarisse La Rue: Leven Rambin

Annabeth Chase: Alexandra Daddario

Luke Castellan: Jake Abel

Will Solace: Josh Hutcherson

Amphitrite: Gal Gadot

Hecate: Tilda Swinton

Circe: Danielle Panabaker