The voice had been heard a few times now, but after destroying the latest horcrux, Harry found himself exhausted in the hospital, and with no mental shields to block it out. Harry groaned as he tried not to listen to the whispered masculine voice, asking over and over again where Harry was. After Sirius' death Harry knew that voices were never a good sign. You were either going crazy or Voldemort was trying to possess you.

Neither was a particularly great option. The first time Harry truly heard the voice was after he was rescued from the Dursley's the previous year. Since then, when Harry felt pain or weak the voice made its appearance.

Most of the time it told Harry to be strong and to fight. But after Harry was healed it moved on to asking where he was. The man, if it was a man and Harry assumed so, sometimes became frustrated. It never lasted though, and Harry became relatively adept at shutting the voice out. Harry tried to sort out whether Voldemort had learned a new trick but Harry hadn't been able to discern where the voice was really coming from. And given the alternative was most likely insanity he wasn't too keen on an answer.

An even bigger problem was that if it was Voldemort, the psycho had apparently started lacing the voice with some sort of compulsion charm. Harry wasn't entirely sure how that was possible. All Harry knew was that it had become harder and harder to resist the voice. It sounded so comforting at times that Harry just wanted to give in, and that baffled Harry more than anything. He knew within moments of giving in, Voldemort would be in front of him. The confusion it all caused was too much for words.

Unfortunately, Harry made the mistake of telling Ron and Hermione, and of course the next morning everyone believed he was going crazy. He realized he should never have trusted them with his secrets. Well Hermione, he had been uncertain of, but Ron was still the same guy. Harry doubted the red head had matured since eleven.

Now Harry was being shunned by the school that he was working towards protecting. Crazy shit in Harry's opinion. He was going to save them though. Harry understood there was good and bad in the world, and he was going to save it for the good out there. Though sometimes he thought the good was hiding from him, or just not present in the little piece of the world he had experienced so far.

If he could get the voice in his head to just shut up then he'd be able to go on with the hunt. He wanted so badly to be able to concentrate on the tasks at hand.

Why are you afraid of me Little Warrior? The voice had come up with the not so cute nickname some time ago. Considering Harry was almost six feet tall, it was a bit annoying.

Harry thought about all the times that Voldemort had tried to get in his brain.

"Who is this Voldemort?" The voice appeared curious, and Harry wasn't sure if it was the exhaustion that turned his feelings of being terrified, into amusement. Like the voice didn't know who Voldemort was.

Thinking of which, Harry thought, the showdown was approaching quickly. Now that all the horcruxes had been destroyed, the battle would come. Harry was determined to live. He wanted it with every fiber of his being.

The last he heard of the voice before he fell asleep was Sleep now Little Warrior. I shall find you.

The moment Zeus felt his son slide into sleep he called the assembly, and gave orders. It had been a long year with minimal progress, but now it seemed the end was in sight. Zeus was determined if nothing else.

Minutes after a messenger was sent to the half blood camp, he returned with word that Poseidon and Athena's offspring had heard of Voldemort through their research, and could give a report with their knowledge as soon as the assembly was ready.

Zeus refused to show how pleased he was. Percy Jackson had shown his worth over and over again during the past year, studying and training harder than any of his comrades. Zeus knew that while others slept Percy Jackson was still at the books. When others took a break from combat training, Percy Jackson fought the trainers. When Zeus had inquired into the efforts, the answer he received from Poseidon was that Percy thought of the boy as family already. They were of the same blood.

It was one of the few things that made sense to Zeus.

The assembly waited for the demigods to appear before them, all were anxious to hear the news. Zeus could see his brother's excitement to catch a glimpse of his son.

Finally the boy emerged with Athena's daughter. He had grown up a bit, Zeus acknowledged. The training was turning him into a man, and the strong god blood had quickened his human maturity.

The greeting was somewhat stilted, but nothing that Zeus could remark on with disfavor.

"You are late. What do you know?" Zeus demanded.

Percy stepped up in front of the assembly of gigantic gods with confidence.

"Lord Voldemort is what's is known as a Dark Lord in the magic world. They are humans who are mortal, but have magical gifts, although this Voldemort is said to be immortal. He is feared by all and has a following of pureblood individuals; those with only magical ancestry. The reason for our late arrival is I remembered the young boy who was said to have destroyed Voldemort years ago, and he is the same boy Voldemort has repeatedly tried to kill since he gained back a body. The details of how he gained a body are still unknown. However, the prophesized child is the important one."

Percy smiled although he was trying to contain it.

"I believe this may be you son."

Percy held up a moving photograph, and then handed it to the nearest god to pass along to Zeus. Each one appeared speechless as they studied the photograph and then looked back at Percy. Percy only smiled, knowing that they were seeing the likeness.

Just as Percy did not look like his red haired father, Harry Potter did not look like his blonde father. Both looked like their ancestors and each other. There were still a few inconsistencies but then again, Percy thought, magic could be involved.

Percy watched as Zeus studied the photograph intently.

"He appears malnourished," Zeus remarked, aiming his words toward Percy.

"Yes, he does. According to our information he lived with relatives of his mother once she died. Lily Evans was his mother's name, as you know. From my information I believe she had partnered with the traitors, and then married a man named James Potter. They both died in an attack by Voldemort. Through our research of the boy we discovered that he looks exactly like James Potter, and because of your blood, it is likely they could only alter his features slightly by magic methods to give him the appearance of being James Potter's child. We are still researching those methods, and our contacts are working on it as well. With both of them dead, it will be more difficult to ascertain what is going on. James Potter is on his magical birth certificate so that may have something to do with it. "

Zeus nodded in satisfaction. It was easier this way. Zeus wouldn't have to kill them himself.

"Harry Potter was left with his relatives who hated magic to an extreme. Your son was believed to have magic in his blood, as Lily was a witch."

"My son had no magic in his blood," Zeus stated firmly. He never knew Lily was a witch.

Annabeth stepped in. "He does appear to have trace amounts, but no where near that of the average wizard or witch. The power you passed along to him was mistaken for magic, and he was placed in a boarding school at age eleven based upon that belief. Unfortunately, wizards and witches use wands, and my research shows Harry wasn't very successful using the medium to control his power. However, his spontaneous powers appeared so frequently that there was never a doubt he had magic. He has faced this Voldemort numerous times, and come out alive."

Zeus nodded. His little warrior was strong. He urged the two demigods to go on, and listened to them for the next hour as they explained the wizard world, the politics, and what they knew about the force trying to kill his son.

They kept calling him Harry. It was not the boy's name, but for now it would do.

When they finished, Zeus only had one command for them.

"We travel in the morning. Be ready at dawn."

The two left quietly, barely glancing at their respective parents.

Poseidon spoke first. "He is a handsome young man. His features may have been altered slightly but I still see the likeness between him and Percy. And no one, but no one could ever mistake your mark." Poseidon glanced at his brother and smiled at him for the first time in years. "Really brother, on his forehead? Even I thought it would be a place a little less conspicuous."

There were chuckles around the room, but Zeus only looked at the picture again and ran his thumb over his mark. "He was mine. I had hoped my mark would protect him"

Poseidon lost his smile. "These mortals may not have realized or heard about the kidnapping. However, it doesn't appear they have trained him well, nor given him the tools necessary to win this battle."

Zeus nodded. "They have done their best to weaken my son. I remember Lily Evans speaking of this Potter and I recognize the school headmaster." Zeus looked down again at the picture of the little mortal man. "He was involved. This mortal was part of the plan."

Athena broke in, reluctant to cast a death sentence on the old man. "Mayhap he did not know whose babe your son was?"

Zeus nodded. "Let us hope not. I would not rejoice in killing a mortal close to my son."

Harry awoke in the familiar hospital bed to voices in the hallway. Merlin, what he wouldn't give for a little more sleep?

"We just want to see if Harry is alright. He would want us to be with him." Hermione's pleading once again did the trick, Harry thought with irritation. She only did that when they weren't speaking, and she deliberately wanted to speak her mind with out Harry walking off.

As Hermione walked in Ron dragged his feet behind her. A glare from Hermione sent his feet moving faster into the room. Finally they were at his bedside, and Harry looked over to them.

"I am in no mood to hear your excuses." Even to Harry's own ears he sounded harsh.

He saw Ron's eyes flash. "We're not making excuses! We had every right to tell people you were hearing voices!"

Harry hardened. "You had every right to blab something that you were told was a secret? Good to know for the future."

"It was for your own good Harry." Ron stated it stubbornly, crossing his arms across his chest.

"No Ronald, for my own good might have been telling Madam Pomfrey or the Headmaster. You went and blabbed it to everyone you could get to listen."

"Harry," Hermione stated in a reasonable tone, Merlin he hated that tone, "don't be stubborn about this. We're here to help. We talked to the headmaster who said you were out trying to take care of the Horcruxes and we want to know all about it. We're here and we are open to listening." She nodded, like she was consoling Harry about something. Harry almost laughed.

"You want to know now that the danger is gone. That's all. You want to feel in the know, but want nothing to do with the effort. Worse, neither of you have a problem then using that information. How popular would the information make you Ron? What type of fantastic papers could you write on this Hermione?"

Both started to protest but Harry saw the blush on Hermione's face and the frustration on Ron's. Suddenly he wanted them gone. Harry called for Madam Pomfrey and asked her for some peace and quiet. Since he never asked for anything, she took him seriously and bundled the protesting Hermione and Ron out the door.

Two hours later Harry was in the great hall, finally getting something to eat. Several Gryffindors, mainly Neville and Seamus, closed ranks around him. They had been two of the few people who never bugged Harry or talked about him behind his back. People like them were few and far between, and Harry valued their loyalty above all.

His two friends kept conversation light, as they shoveled foods onto plates, and kept an eye on Harry. Harry appreciated their concern and took a few large bites of food to reassure them.

Suddenly the doors opened wide in the Great Hall and Professor Snape stormed up to the head table. Harry noted that Professor Dumbledore's smile chilled, and the man's gaze sought out Harry's. Harry knew what it meant. Voldemort was here, and probably trying to get through the wards. Harry stood up as aurors and Order members rushed into the room. DA members caught on to what was happening and joined in, while younger students were hustled back to their dorms.

"Harry?" Hermione asked from a few seats down.

Harry shrugged. "It's okay Hermione. Go back to the dorms, and take Ron with you."

Hermione looked around and then at Harry and her straightened her back. He watched with surprise as she pulled out her wand. "No, Harry. We might disagree about some things, but not about this. This is where we stand united." Harry looked on in shock as Ron nodded, and pulled out his wand as well.

Only Merlin knew why Hermione and Ron were doing it, but they were ready to go to the front lines. For the greater good, Harry realized darkly. They wouldn't put him first, but they would put the great good first. It was slightly depressing, but then Harry realized that it was exactly what he was doing as well. Maybe he couldn't fault them completely when he took actions with the exact same goals and for the exact same reasons. Harry didn't expect to survive the encounter; he was tired, hungry, and up against a wizard with astounding power. Harry's only thought was that he just wanted to live long enough to take Voldemort down with him. It was all he had to do. He just needed to enough time to AK the man, Harry told himself. Maybe he was more like Ron and Hermione then he thought.

At that moment another auror came into the great hall yelling. "Headmaster there seems to be another force out there!"

Dumbledore looked crestfallen; his face more ashen than before. "Another sect of Voldemort's allies?"

"No," the man breathed heavily. "They seem to be against Voldemort, and are cutting through his ranks like nothing I've ever seen before!"

At that statement everyone in the halls, which now counted at least two hundred, pulled their wands out and marched out to the front gates.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Hundreds upon hundreds of death eaters were being slaughtered by what appeared to be teenagers. Teenagers with swords and no wands. Yet spell after spell just melted over them as if it was nothing. Voldemort's followers seemed to have caught on and were fighting hand to hand combat, and yet they were still losing badly.

Harry rushed to the gates, which had yet to be breached, and tried to get out. He needed to help! Harry needed to ensure no one died out there! At that moment a man dressed in some sort of old-world battle gear appeared and stopped Harry from opening the gate.

"Let me out!" Harry screamed. The man looked down in concern. "Let me out! I have to help them!" The man smiled in what could only be interpreted as approval.

"Let them handle it Young Warrior. You have done enough." Harry stood in stunned silence as he processed the name.

"You- You're the voice?" Harry hated himself for almost stuttering. The man only shook his head though.

"No, however your Father has nicknamed you well. It is he who you speak to. You do him proud being ready to fight, however, you are simply not as well trained as the warriors and heroes out there. Let them do what they are trained to do."

"My Father is dead. I don't understand what you're talking about."

The man smiled gently. "I know Little Warrior. Much information has been denied to you. Have patience though, and all shall be revealed."

Harry glanced over his shoulder to see Dumbledore's upset face. What on earth could the man be upset about? Harry glanced back to the field, and noted that the warriors or heroes, or whatever they were, were decimating the Death Eaters.

The man at the gate then walked over to fight a few of the Death Eaters. He took great joy in the fight, Harry realized. Harry supposed it was easy to enjoy a fight when one was that skilled. Harry watched the man cut down Voldemort's followers with efficient swipes of his blade, and didn't even notice the yells and moans of the Death Eaters as they fell all over the field. Father, Harry thought again, and then looked to Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore looked upset and pale.

Harry was about to ask if what the man had said was truth, but decided now was not the appropriate time. He vowed he would get answers later.

Through the path of Death Eaters Harry finally saw Voldemort's snake face. The man was headed toward the gates, and Harry prepared himself for battle. When Voldemort was only twenty feet away, a man appeared out of thin air, standing in front of Harry by only ten feet.

Harry noted the man's muscled form was incased in the same old world battle gear that some others wore. He was blonde, with an old world quality that seemed out of place, and like the others this man did not have a wand. In his hand appeared a three foot long, shiny crackling stick.

The man seemed comfortable standing in front of Voldemort, and Harry had to stop himself from shouting a warning. Voldemort came to a stop as he saw the man had no intention of moving. Voldemort was evaluating, Harry realized, trying to determine the easiest way to kill his enemy.

Harry expected to hear Voldemort's voice but instead heard the blond man speak loud and clear.

"You are the leader of the foes that seek to kill the boy named by his mother as Harry Potter?"

Voldemort laughed insanely. "My followers will not kill him. The pleasure belongs to me! I see no reason to kill you though, leave and I shall bypass your family on my next raid to rid the world of traitors."

The man who had been talking to Harry stood next to that gate, shaking his head sadly. There was a look of disbelief on his face, as though even he couldn't quite believe that this awful creature existed.

The blonde man turned to the crowd behind Hogwarts gates, which now number at least five hundred.

"My apologies for our late intervention. We should have rid you of this being a long time ago. This is not human, and as such is now the problem of the gods."

There was a gasp around the crowd. The blonde man raised his stick and lightening flashed around the sunny sky. At the moment Harry watched as the forces battling the death eater disengaged, and took a step away from their foes. The blonde man looked around, slammed the now six foot staff into the ground and pointed the other end at the sky. White-hot lightening bolts filled the air. Harry watched as each bolt found a Death Eater and with in second those already dead, turned to ash, and those not dead screamed as they became ash. Piles littered the field, and Harry heard screaming from over the hills. It seemed Voldemort had been keeping reserve forces.

Voldemort looked around suddenly and found himself alone. He then looked madly back to the man who had just slaughtered his forces. "I shall gain new followers! I am Lord Voldemort!"

Voldemort lifted his wand and sent a sickeningly green light towards the man, but instead of killing him, it disappeared on contact. Voldemort for once looked confused. He sent a second and third green light, but all dissipated.

The man finally spoke again. "Nature may have gifted you magic, however I find you unworthy. By the power of my status as King of the Gods, I take back the power given to you by nature." It was said with authority, and a tone that expected action to follow the words.

At the end of the statement strange sparkling lights flew out of Voldemort and back into nature as he let out a painful scream. Voldemort was left standing there, as he tried to cast again and again.

"I will kill you! I will kill you all!" he shrieked.

Zeus only nodded. Harry watched the man turn toward his section of the crowd.

The man besides the gate undid the latch, as Zeus spoke. "Harry Potter please come here."

Harry was now a little more concerned, and glanced up at the man who had stopped him before.

The man only smiled gently, "Go on Little Warrior. This part is yours."

Harry stepped out in the open, and walked past a few of the warriors who had fought the Death Eaters. They were all unbelievably young, and should have been inexperienced, yet none appeared winded. Harry nodded respectfully to each he past, trying to silently thank them for all they had done. Each nodded back in turn, while a few even smiled at Harry.

Harry noticed there were more men and woman dressed similarly to Zeus. All looked on calmly, as though killing a mad man were an every day occurrence. Finally Harry reached Zeus, and looked at the man in question.

"Hello Little Warrior."

Harry gasped. It was the voice.

"Yes, it was I. We shall have plenty of time to talk about that later. However, this unfortunately has to be done. I am sorry to give you this task, however the man would only kill innocents until the day he perished. I cannot allow that."

The man stood silently for a moment, staring into Harry's eyes. Finally Harry guessed the man saw what he wanted, and spoke again. "Harry I want you to take the lightening bolt. Think of what you desire and whom you wish to aim it at. The power will follow."

Harry could only stare at the man. "I have a wand," Harry reminded him.

Zeus nodded. "I know Little Warrior, and we both know it does nothing but inhibit you. Take the bolt Harry. I promise no harm shall come to you."

Harry glanced over to where Voldemort appeared to be stuck to the ground, and finally took the bolt. Before Harry did anything he looked over to the crowds of onlookers and back to the field. Harry knew some would hate him for this, and others would think him a coward if he refused. The truth was, he just wanted the war over with. Whether living as a muggle or a wizard, Voldemort would never stop.

Harry thought about the piles of ash, and mentally asked the bolt to turn Voldemort into one. Harry shoved the bolt down to the ground, and then up to the sky as he had seen the man do. A single lightening bolt pierced the sunny sky, and then a screaming Voldemort. Within a split second nothing but a pile of ash was left.

There was silence in the crowd for a few long moments and all Harry could do was look in horror at the pile of ash. Great Merlin, he'd actually done it. He had killed Voldemort. Harry swallowed hard, and tried to wrap his head around what had just happened.

Suddenly a cheer went up on the field, as the heroes and warriors congratulated Harry with whoops and yells. More than a few warriors sprung into spontaneous back flips and handsprings, which Harry noted even through his anguish, was pretty cool. The cheer moved to the crowd behind the Hogwarts' fence, and became a deafening roar.

Harry felt a hand on his should and turned to his head to the side where Zeus stood.

"You did well my son. You did well."

Harry didn't know what to say. "How - what- how is that possible?"

Zeus looked down at Harry intently, and then sighed. "Your Mother decided to leave me and knowing that I would never allow you to go with her, she conspired with my enemies. Once it appeared as though she was dead, and you were either dead or lost to me, she came to England and married James Potter. She completed a surface adoption once she married, which altered some of your features and ensured that no one would ever second guess who your father was. That is the rather short and simple truth of the matter. We will have time to discuss it at length though, for me to show you the truth if you wish it."

"I definitely wish it." Harry stumbled. Merlin above, how on earth was he supposed to believe that all this was truly happening? "How can you be certain? I mean how do I know you're telling the truth? I look nothing like you."

Zeus' expression didn't change, though he turned to face his son fully. "I am certain Harry. The mental bond we share is unique to child and parent. However, there is more. Harry, haven't you always loved the air? You feel at home in the skies, and considering the power you should have inherited from me, you probably have a few other gifts relating to the sky or weather." Zeus must have seen the ohh expression on Harry's face, for he nodded once and then continued on. "You do look like my family; our ancestors to be exact, and your cousin as well. A young man who looks nothing like his father either. Though I can feel the slight taint of magic on your features." Harry saw Zeus frown and then he did nothing more than put his finger on Harry's scar. Immediately Harry felt a tingling sensation. A mirror materialized in Zeus' hand and Harry looked through it. There wasn't much a difference at all. His face was slightly rounder, his shoulders perhaps a touch broader, but he still looked like himself. He glanced up at Zeus in question.

"The changes were very small, but you do look even more like your cousin."

Harry watched Zeus' gaze fly behind them, and Harry turned to a group a warriors. Amongst them was a young man looking fiercely at Harry. He had Harry's same dark hair, build, and face shape. Harry was certain when closer he would see even more similarities.

The young man nodded, and Harry nodded back. "My cousin." Harry said almost reverently, loving that the young man looked nothing like Dudley Dursley. From the way others protected and stood at his cousin's back, Harry deduced the young man was highly respected.

"Yes, your cousin. Percy Jackson."

Harry looked back to the man beside him. The absurdity of this conversation was finally sinking in. "Merlin, this is insane!" Harry shook his head in denial and felt himself degrading into hysteria.

Harry felt his shoulder being grabbed roughly, and brought his gaze to Zeus'.

"You are my son Harry. It will undoubtedly take you some time to adjust to it, but the fact will remain the same. I promise you that. I know you feel a bond with the Potters but the truth is you are mine! You were never James Potter's, and you will never be. I promise you my words are the truth."

Harry looked at the man skeptically. "Nobody minds breaking promises here."

The man frowned. "Where we are from your word is what binds you. Words should be the truth, a statement from your mouth should always be a promise to all."

Harry nodded finally, after studying the man's face. Wouldn't that be a dream place to live? A place where you didn't need to figure out the second meaning behind words, solve riddles to keep yourself alive, and wait for people to smile to your face and then stab you in the back. Such a place seemed like heaven.

One thought led to another and Harry frowned again. "What do you want from me?"

Finally, Zeus cracked a smile. "Just you Harry. For now why don't we settle on going inside."

Harry nodded and started forward, but the man's hand in his shoulder slowed Harry. He nodded, and Harry kept his pace in line with Zeus'. At the fence Zeus nodded towards the gatekeeper, who opened the gate and let the two in with a smile. Already warriors and heroes had gone through, creating a path through the masses. Before Harry and Zeus came upon the steps of the castle, they reached Dumbledore. Harry worried as he saw Dumbledore's face, but felt even worse when he saw Zeus' fierce expression. In a split second Harry was shoved behind the mighty god, and was told firmly to stay still.

For once Harry listened in silent awe that someone was actually trying to protect him! Someone was actually standing in front of him, not pushing him to the front line!

"Explain to me why I should not give myself the gratification of killing you." All around the talking stopped, some gasped and others took a step away from Dumbledore. None were about to stand in the way of the mighty one and his forces.

Harry could only hear Dumbledore's words. "Well its all in the past now. You have your son, and Voldemort has been defeated."

Harry did hear a very distinctive growl, and almost smiled. So, one other person in this world didn't buy the Headmaster's non answers!

"Answer the question. I confess I have planned the day I could kill those directly responsible for taking my child." Zeus took a step forward, going nose to nose with the headmaster, as he continued loudly, "the people who had the audacity to take my son."

Around them Harry heard mutters and whispers. It would spread like wildfire that Harry wasn't James Potter's son. Harry shuddered to think of the rumors this would cause.

"I didn't know," Dumbledore confessed. "Lily Evans told James that she wanted to escape a muggle. I never saw Harry before the night they were killed. I swear I knew nothing." Dumbledore was pleading Harry recognized, and he saw that Zeus' bolt was crackling with power.

"You should have known. He bears my mark, does he not? There, on his forehead for the world to see is my mark! Even you must have heard legends of mortal children who were claimed by the gods."

Dumbeldore babbled, and the mutterings around them grew louder. "I thought it was the mark from the death curse. I thought that Lily's love had saved him and he was left with the scar. It was bleeding when Harry was found in the rubble."

"Mother's love? Are you deliberately being obtuse? You cannot kill a claimed child of a god with a simple curse. My claiming scar protected him you fool!"

"I am sorry, I did not know," Dumbledore finished honestly. Harry actually believed the man. The whole scenario seemed so impossible, but yet, it wasn't.

"I suggest you take the lesson to heart and confine yourself to teaching students, and never put a finger in their personal affairs. You step a toe out of line, and I shall be very displeased." Harry doubted that anyone misunderstood what "displeased" meant to Zeus.

With that Zeus spun around and brought Harry to his side. It was almost embarrassing how protective the man was, er- was he actually a man, Harry questioned?

The crowd parted and made way for the battle troops, as they entered the great hall. Already house elves had set out could and drinks. Students immediately took their places at tables, while Harry watched the warriors and heroes stand alongside the edge of the room. They surveyed the room with critical, battle honed gazes.

"Why aren't they eating?" Harry questioned Zeus.

"They would never allow themselves to relax in enemy territory." Harry nodded. Zeus walked Harry over to the young man he had pointed out as his cousin.

"I will leave you with Percy while I settle your affairs. Once done, we shall depart from here."

Zeus started to turn away, but then stopped and turned back. "Are you alright with that? Leaving with us? I know this is quite sudden." In that moment Harry saw Zeus was unsure of himself.

Harry looked around, knowing that Zeus didn't mean they would leave for an hour, a day, or even a week. He was asking if Harry was ready to leave the magical world for Zeus' world. Instead of responding, Harry considered the man closely.

Harry questioned, "Did you ever want me? I know the legends better than most here I suppose. Gods never wanted their mortal children."

Zeus breathed out deeply, and Harry worried that the question had crossed the line of appropriateness, especially when Zeus walked towards him again. Bending down slightly to look in Harry's eyes, the man gently held his chin in hand.

"Always. I always wanted you. It may frighten you one day when you learn the lengths I went to, to get you back. I may not be what a mortal terms a normal father, but I am your father."

Harry couldn't help the small smile, and breathed out in relief as tension left him. It was still a big confusion in his head, but he supposed most people would have found a battle and a change in identity a little much to handle for one day. Harry only hope time would help him muddle through it all. Already he found it odd that he felt no anger that he wasn't James Potter's son. Actually, he just felt nothing. Harry had no memories of the man, nor of his mother. His only attachment had been the pride he felt when others spoke fondly of them.

It was time to move on, Harry decided. He had mentally prepared to either die for the war, or leave it behind him if he survived. Now that it was over, Harry decided he was going to start over. Harry was sure there would be problems and issues in the future, but this was the start of something good. Wryly Harry wondered if he would wake up tomorrow and realize that it had all been a dream.

"I am alright with it," Harry said simply. Zeus nodded and walked away.

Harry glanced to his blood cousin and a girl he had seen in the field, whom he knew had heard everything.

"I have no idea if he was happy to hear that or not. I certainly don't mean to be a burden on him."

The girl stepped forward and nodded to Zeus' retreating back. "See the way he is strutting. That's all the approval you will get from him. You have made him very happy."

Harry turned to his cousin for confirmation, and saw Percy nod and smile. "You will get used to it in time. Gods are very rarely verbal."

Harry turned and officially introduced himself to the two. He was puzzled by their frowns, and finally asked. Percy answered quickly, "I'm sorry, it was just a bit of a surprised hearing the name you go by. I mean we knew your name, but it's still a bit of a surprise."

It took Harry a second to realize that the name Harry didn't sound particularly Greek or something that a god would name their child.

"What was my name? I can't guarantee that I will go by it, but I'm curious."

Percy and Annabeth looked towards each other, and then nodded.

"Luka," Percy stated. Harry weighed it in his mind. It was a little less ordinary than Harry. He would have to think on it, but maybe a new name should come with a new life.

The three stood chatting for a while, informing Harry about where they lived and what their lives were like. It certainly sounded like an interesting place, but Harry soon felt himself becoming overwhelmed. Harry glanced once around and realized that warriors guarded him at every angle, not allowing the Hogwarts students or aurors to approach him. Students were trying to aproach him, from all angles. Harry's breath became short. Were they going to force him to talk to all these people? People he didn't know, and had never met.

Harry felt the sharp jab in his side, and glanced over to see Percy smiling at him reassuringly. Percy was going to stay right with him, Harry realized. Harry wasn't sure exactly how he knew that Percy would stay, but the feeling was strong and real. Family, Harry thought, and let himself imagine. Harry wasn't aware that his breathing evened out and that the panic slid aware from his features.

Finally, Zeus came back, and told Harry they were ready to leave. Though they said nothing, mentally his Father told Harry that his things had been sent on ahead. They were heading to Camp Halfblood for now, and then Zeus would be taking him to Olympus. Harry said nothing, but found himself tucked under Zeus' arm. His Father seemed to realize how insane and overwhelming the day was, Harry realized with appreciation.

Harry glanced back at the castle a few times, but did not see Ron or Hermione. They had not been with him at the gate and though part of him wondered, Harry told himself to let it go. Instead, Annabeth and Percy each stood on either side of him. Harry noticed Dumbledore attempting to get his attention, but Zeus quietly told Harry to ignore the man. That suited Harry just fine.

Harry was ready for a new beginning away from this place where so much life had been lost. Outside the wards Zeus held out his hand, and Harry took it without reservation. Percy and Annabeth smiled at the movement, and told him they would see him soon. Harry watched as hundreds from the castle waved goodbye to the warriors who started disappearing in a flex of the air.

"Ready my son?" Harry looked back at the castle, and then towards Zeus and nodded.

With a flex of the air, they were gone.

The End.