Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or the Percy Jackson series. I am not making any money off of this, this is merely a fanfiction.

Chapter 1

England. It was certainly different from what I was used to. I used to think British equaled posh and sophisticated, but seriously, that is so not true. London was a sprawl of all different classes of people all lumped together. It was simply, alive. At day time, you have the cars and communters and the tourists, walking around, bumping into one another. It was vibrant and exciting, with lots to see. Then at night, you have the homeless, the druggies and prostetutes, and those with less then noble intentions, nightclubs, bars, they all filled up and then place trummed with a sort of nervous, tangable energy.

Where did I fit in? Everyone had a place here, wether it was on the streets or in a posh office setting...I kind of stood out. It was really ridiculous. I mean, there's plenty of Americans in England. America and England might not have gotten along-but hey, that was what, five generations ago. You'd think they've made up. Sighing, I walk quickly away down the street, away from all the stares and glances, into the drizzly rain.

I loved the rain. It nice and crisp, clean, no-nonsence, very different rom the rain in New York. While back home, it made me energetic, the rain here, was more at peace. So yeah, I compare rain, but if you were a child of Poseidon, god of the sea, stormbringer, earth shaker, etc. etc. so would you.

Yeah, you heard right, Poseidon and the rest of the Greek Gods of myth are real. Unfortunetly, so are the monster that accompany them. Of course, all along, the deities are still having children with mortals, resulting in people like me-demi-gods, half god, half human. We attract the monsters. Technically, I, Perseus Jackson wasn't supposed to exist. But, I've survived through all that, monsters, gods, titans...and here I was, in England, on a mission from Chiron to investigate the rumours concerning the remenants of Kronos' army.

Chiron's a really nice guy. Half horse, half human, this centuar has been teaching people like to how to survive for, literally, ever. Basically, this involves battle training-sword fighting, archery, utilizing our godly talents, i.e. canoing... Once in a while we'd go on quests. Find the fountain of youth, slay the dreaded dragon of Atlanta, sometimes, we'd survive, others...not so lucky. In fact, the only place where we were really safe was Camp.

Camp Half Blood, currently located on Long Island, New York, the place where demi gods can enjoy the comfort of a monster free existence... Once you survived to get there, you would be claimed by your godly parent, and sorted into your cabin. That's right we have cabins. One for each god or goddess. Before, there used to be only twelve, one for each major god or goddess, now, after the war, it's better. There's a place for everyone.

You might be thinking, what war? Well, a while ago, Kronos, enemy of the gods, the titan, tried to rise up and overthrow Zeus and company. With the help of us demi gods, they were...mostly..defeated and Kronos cast back to the depths of Tartuarus.

You could say that I had a big part in this war. Decades ago, a prophecy was made, saying that the child of one of the big three gods (Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon) would either destroy of save Olympus, once they reached sixteen. The gods decided never to have children, but of course, it's kind of hard to break such a long habit, and they epically failed. Zeus had Thalia, who decided to become immortal, at fifteen, and Poseidon had me. Hades had two children before the prophecy, but as the were placed inside a time-defying hotel for seventy years, they are still alive today (one of them, anyways,) and he looks to be about thirteen.

When the time came for the prophecy to come true, I was the only one qualified. Lucky, lucky me. I defeated Kronos with the help of the other halfbloods, and is still alive today. Not such bad work, considering I haven't graduated High School yet.

But back to the matter at hand. Everything was good, we had peace, and happiness, and this was only supposed to be a clean up job. Get rid of the monsters, and enjoy some time in England while your at it. It was a great idea. I needed a vacation.

Looking into the window of an interesting antique shop, selling miniature gold horses, (did I mention Poseidon was the Lord of Horses?) I spotted some very suspicious activity behind me. Two men and a women sporting very bizarre clothes, leaning against a lamppost, staring intently at me. They had bizarre clothes, as in long, dress robes and ragged looking cloaks. Monsters, these days...they didn't know how to keep up with the time.

What alarmed me mre, though, was the fact that all the mortals didn't seem to notice them. Were monsters capable of using Mist? A question I'd have to ask Chiron. I met the gaze of the wild looking women in the window, and she smirked. I slipped my hand into my jacket, hands clenching around my pen. Yes, very effective form of defense, you might say, but just wait until I uncap it. The women whispered something into theear of a man with platinum blond hair, and together, the trio moved forward, across the street.

I had to get out of here. I wasn't running away, but once this meeting esccalated into a full scale battle, I didn't want motals getting hurt, or the police chasing me down as a mass muderer..I had been a fugitive too many times over. Briskly, I strolled forward, noting with the corner of my eye how they followed at a distance. Looking at the street sign, I carefully manovered myself towards the edge of the crowded square, bumping into a few people.

"Sorry, sir," The man turned and I saw recognition in his eyes. He stepped forward, smething in his hand. I didn't bother checking what it was, I turned and ran towards an abandoned back alley. Twisting my head, I noted that behind me, several other black cloak figures had twisted away from the main crowd, heading in our direction. Two, Four, Six, Eight, a quick head counted totalled at fifteen monsters, all heading in my direction. I knew I shouldn't get myself cornered, but I couldn't let anymore mortals get hurt.

As I ran, I wondered what sort of monsters these were. Telekines? Cyclops? Vampousa? Maybe the women. But were there such things as male vampousa? I kind of shuddered at that point. Running deep into the alley, I turned as I reached the dead end. If anything went wrong, I'd call for back up, i.e. Nico.

"Potter!" What? I turned, it was the wild haired women. She had a truphant smirk as the rest of the black robed people filed into the alley, slowly. In their hands, they had sticks of some sort, some twisted and narled, others smooth and long. Okay, so, they were insane, too. Slowly, I reached into my poacket, and drew out my pen. The robed creeps all laughed.

"Drop what you're holding, whatever it is!" Shrieked the women. The platinum blond whispered something into her ear. "I don't care if it's a muggle writing utensul. This is Potter we're talking about." By the end of that litnay, I was well and throughly confused. She'd mentioned Potter twice now, and something about muggles... The robed figures were restless now that they saw that I hadn't put Riptide down.

"You're surrounded, surrender now." This time it was blondie. The women looked upset that the man had spoken and rudely shoved him aside.

"Your time has come! Our Lord will see you dead!" She cakled.

"Look, lady, I don't know who you are, but newsflash. Kronos is gone. He's in tartuarus. Dead, for all intents and purposes, okay? So you can go back to where you belong, or I'll banish you to the next millenia." If the beweildered looks on the peoples faces where anything to judge by, I knew I was in deep.

Stepping forward quickly, I uncapped my pen, to have it transform into a six feet long sword. Yes, I know, very impressive there. Hide a lethal weapon in an innocent writing device. I reached over and slashed the blondie in the arm. He was really too shocked to do anything at the moment, from my speech and from the transforming sword. My blade passed harmlessly through his arm. Oh. Gods.

His confusion turned to outrage as I stepped back.

"Whoops. You're mortal, sorry. should have known. My mistake." I gave up trying to explain and snapped my fingers at him. Maybe he was one of those live action players who belonged to the boy scouts or something.

"You've mistaken me for someone else, there's nothing here, go back to your...um cult." The man just stared. What? Now it was my turn to gape at him in confusion. He seemed angered at my form of reponse.

"Well," He screeched at the others "What are you standing ther for? Get him!" They rushed at me. I looked around. The alley was useless. An old garbage can lying on the ground, trash spilling out of it. Old papers were everywhere, ads for everything. I backed up. I needed to contact Nico. I needed an IM. I needed a source of water. Reaching out with mymind, I tried to locate the water, feel the call of the waves.

There! A water bottle hanging at the waist of one of the robed dudes, he looked like a younger version of blondie. For the sake of simplicity, I dubbed him B2, blondie number 2. I stepped forward, hand out stretched when the women decided she had enough of this. She raised her stick and uttered a word.

"Crucio!" A jet of red light hit me square in the chest. What the heck? Maybe I shouldn't get Nico, these guys were potentially dangerous. I raised my eyebrow at her.

"What was that supposed to do?" The robed dudes started muttering to themselves, lookig rather uneasy. But I knew that it was just because of my Achilles Curse. A few months ago, in preparation to my fight with Kronos, I took a dip in the River Syx, which made..most...of me invincible. My only weak spot, my Achilles heel, was the spot above the base of my spine. Now if you hit that...

I ran forward, whoever these guys were, I wouldnt be able to find out now. I had to get ouut of here. Reaching out my hand, I willed the water to leap out of the waterbottle, splashing against the B2's face for good measure.

"Gah!" He cried, propelled backwards into a big hulking gray haired man who looked like he hadnt shaved in quite a while. The big guy snarled. B2 quickly stepped forward. If the rest of the dudes were distracted by this, they sure didn't show it. The wild haired women looked quizically at her stick, and shouted,

"Get him!" Fourteen identical jets of red shot towards me from everywhere. I ran right through them, none had hit my Achilles spot. The water rushed towards me and I caught it, forming it into a ball that hovered in front of me. The robed stranger all stared questionly at the woman and she barked,

"We out number him, rush him!" The robed guys all ran towards me, the shaggy guy the B2 bumped into jumped ahead with a lean, familiar sort of grace. His teeth bared and snarling. I lobbed my ball of water at him. Sadly, against someone like that, a ball of water is as effective as, nothing. I stepped back as his hand came up to claw my face. I ducked and kicked him in the gut. Unfortunately, my Achilles curse only prevents me from not dying. I could be as beat up as anything, but I wouldn't die... Anyone can touch me, or kick me or throw a book at me or stab me or claw me, like what shaggy was attempting.

He crashed into anothe robed guy. From my other side, blondie came, holding a staff that he had conjured with his stick, or shall we say, wand? It he lept forward gracefully, swinging his staff. It caught me in the gut, and I doubled over breathing heavily, only to twist aside as a much cruder staff from B2 came at my head. I reached up and punched him in the face. Blood squirted out of his nose.

"Gah!" Was that seriously the only sound he could make? Well, I suppose it was useful. You could identify easily who was getting hurt.

"Draco?' That was blondie. He glared murderously at me. Gods, I only gave his son a nosebleed. People had hacked at me, beat me, teased me, and tortured me, and Posiedon still let them live.. His staff came at me again. I dodged out of the way, into the fist of another guy. Summoning my oh-so-useful ball of water, I lobed it at his face. He teetered back wards. By now, I was effectivly pressed against the back of the dirty alley wall. Gross. Fending off kicks, punches and occasionaly staves and swords. The had realized already that they couldn''t get me with the jets of light, so they punched and stabbed.

Ducking under a wide swing from B2, I had time only appreciate see the glint of steel as the hilt of the sword came crashing down on my head. As if I hadn't lost enough brain cells. I fell to my knees and curled up in the fetal position. Everyone stepped back. The man who had struck me, a tall, bat like man with dark greasy hair smirked smugly as someone congratulated him.

"Nice one, Sev."

Blondie stepped forward, and nodded at Sev. He pointed his wand at me.

"That won't work, idiot.' The women spoke smugly.

"I wonder." The man muttered, and everyone gather around me. "Petrifius Totalus."

I groaned with pain as my muscles locked legs together, arms at my side. I couldn't move an inch. Stupid wand.

"So, you are able to withstand cruicatus, but not a binding spell? Who are you?" I realized that he was waiting for an answer.

"I'm certainly not this Potter, whoever he is." The robed men chuckled. Blondie frowned.
"I already got that bit myself, I think." He looked at Draco.

"Do you recognize him from Hogwarts?" The boy shook his head. Hogwarts? What?

"But then again you are American. Filthy race, they are." Wow, this man was harsh.

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm lying in a alley. A dirty, British alley." Draco kicked me in the stomach. I let out a small yelp. "Watch it!"

"Perhapes you are an elemental?" Finally, a word that I could understand!

"No..."

"Whatever you are, we'll find out. Once the Dark Lord sees you...He'll be pleased, I think, even if you aren't Potter." And once again I was floundering. Dark Lord? Potter? Perhapes they worked for my uncle. My uncle Hades. I sighed. Hades would never stop hating me. For several reasons. But if it was Hades, at least I would know what was happening here.

"Draco, will you apparate our guest in?" Draco had a malicious grin as he reached down and grabbed my arm. Then a twisting sensation, and finally, darkness claimed me.

I woke to the feeling of someone slapping me in the face. I cracked my eyes open. Oh. It was B2, or rather Draco, as the memories flooded back into my head. England. Wizards (I guess that's what you call them). A Dark Lord. My eyes roamed around me. I was in a classical ancient holding cell. Chains dangling from flaking, dusty, bloody walls. My hands were chained in front of me, and my legs were shacked together. I was lying on the cold dank floor.

"The dark lord is here to see you." I raised an eyebrow up at Draco.

"Who?" He muttered something that sounded like,

"Ignorant Muggles," and depite not understanding the term, I have to say, it hurt. I glared at him.

"Get up." There was no point in argueing with him. I struggled to me knees, and looked at him. There was no way I could stand up with my legs shackled and he hands bound together like this. Sighing, he reached over and hauled me to my feet, turning, he dragged me over and opened the door of the cell, shoving me roughly out. I almost fell over again.

As we walked through a suprisingly brightly lit hall filled with portraits, I got a better look at him. He was about my age, maybe a year older, with sharp, angular, noble features. Icy blue eyes stared menacingly at me.

"So. Who is this dark lord that we're so excited about, again?" He looked as if I was a fool for not knowing.

"He's the one who will save our kind from the dirty corruption of the primitive muggles. Under his rule, we will rise again to become great." Sounded like a piece of propaganda. He sorted of reminded me of Ethan Nakamura. Brainwashed into thinking that what they were doing was the right thing...

'Your kind?" I asked. He obviously thought himself very higly.

"Purebloods." Okay?

"So what's with the hocus pocus that you can do?"

"I belong to a noble and ancient order of wizards, who have lasted for thousands of generations. Our lord will restore this order again, and the unpure will be cast away." I sighed.

"Can you just give me a name?"

"NO!" And the conversation kind of came to a dead end there. We walked through several halls and chambers all with the elegant, posh look of a rich victorian manor. Now this is what I expected of England. Chandaliers, check, torches, check, fancy portraits of victorian age people, check.

Finally, we came to a tall, menacing wooden door. It looked old, but fancy, with an air of sophistication. I noticed Draco straitening in his robes, unconsiously brushing his shoulder, getting rid of that invisible speck of dust. Slowly I walked towards it, until I realized what it was etched with. Faces. Young and old, male and female, screaming in pain. They were contorted with agony, and the carver looked like he had fun carving them. And then they started mving. The mouths opened in silent screams, tears of wood grain flowed down their cheeks.

I took a step back until Draco prodded me closer. I approached the doors again, trying to peel my eyes off of the horrible faces. Whoever owned this house was a sadistic man. Slowly the doors opened, I gasped.

I couldn't help it, really. I was facing a grand hall, the floor dark, marble. The walls were covered with thick black tapestries, the high, arched ceiling was held up with greek style columns, much like the ones at camp. A blood red carpet extended down the length of the hall, leading up to a tall dais. Robed men and women all stood silently on either sides of the carpet. They stared at me.

At the top of the dais, there was a throne, and on the throne, a figure, hiden in shadow. All I could see were dark robes, and a pale boney hand that rested on the armrest. The hand alone gave me shivers. Draco prodded me forward, done the row of silent robed looneys. As we walked by, I heard snatches of convesation.

"Looks just like Potter!"..."Some sort of Elemental"..."Withstood Lestrange's cruiciatous!" "Which Lestrange?" "The crazy one, you moron!" I snorted at that. Everyone gave a little start as my lips twitched into a smirk. Marching down the row I wondered if this was my uncle Hades. He didn't seem like the type. Why would he risk kidnapping me though? It would get into a war between the gods again. And if they were wizards...

We stopped at the foot of the dais. Draco pushed me to my knees, and I landed with a little oomph. Then, he knelt beside me, his head bowed. I looked up, trying to get a glimpse of who this mysterious Dark Lord was. The pale hand tapped the armest once, and a ominous vioce said,

"Rise and join your parent, Draco, most loyal." Draco got up and stepped to where his parents were, close to the base of the dais. The pale reached and pointed at me.

"So. You do look like Potter."

"So I've been told. Now if only I could find out who Potter is." There was a gasp, as I said this. And I rolled my eyes. Hades couldn't do anything to me. I saved Olympus. A dry chuckle sounded, and the sound sent shivers down my spine.

"You are not one of us."

"I kind of figure that one out myself, Sherlock." Another gasp.

"How dare you-" That was the woman from earlier.

"Bella." The single word held so much power in it that I kind of reeled backwards. Bella immediatley stopped talking.

"Who's your parent." Was this a monster after all. I spoke my answer slowly and carefully.

"My father is known as Stormbringer, and Earth Shaker." If he was part of our world, he'd know.

"Ahh...A forbidden child."

"Who are you?" I demanded. The not-supposed to exist thing was a kind of sore spot for me.

A laugh, and then he stood up, and walked into the light.

I gasped.

"Father?" But it couldn't be. He looked just like Posiedon, minus all the laugh lines, and with red eyes. The robed men and women around me stirred. Bella looked disraught. I kind of laughed at that.

"I do look like him, don't I?" The man smiled. "Let me tell you a story, my loyal followers." Minions more like, I thought. But I was curious, so I kind of restraained myself.

"Altough there exists few nobler then us on this Earth, there is a group of people who are worthy. Know by the muggles as gods and goddesses, they ruled a part of the world and held great power. These immortals were powerful. As powerful as us, or maybe even more, and at their head was three brother. Zeus, god of lightning and Lord of the Sky was the king of all gods, his brother, Posiedon, was god of the sea, also known as stormbringer and earthshaker. Finally, the eldest brother, Hades, controled the realm of the dead, the underworld, with his ghostly minions.

The gods and goddesses went upon the earth, and often had children with the muggles, they did not have the same restrictions as us. But their children were powerful, and they often became the stuff of legends, for they had power, too. These demi-gods often fought however, and the fighting led to the two world wars. Since most of the children that fought and killed were children of the three brothers, the three made an oath to never have children again. Our dear Persues here is a show of how flimsy that oath was." Here all the robed men laughed. I gritted my teeth.

"Yes, Perseus is the demi- god son of Posiedon, that was how he was able to manipulate water and almost defeat you. He is a great hero." Here he paused. "You may ownder why I am telling you this, Perseus."

"Yes, enlighten me." I snarled.

"I am Lord Voldemort, but my birth name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. Sound familiar?" I gasped. Thinking of my fathers alias as a human.

"Yes, that's right. My mother was Merope Guant, decendent of the noble line of Slytherin. My father is not the helpless mortal you all thought it was. No, Persues, what is the name of father's alias, as a human?" I closed my eyes.

"Tom Riddle." The wizards around me gasped and started muttering, stopping as Voldemort spoke again.

"I changed my name out of respect for my father, not because it was muggle...you see, I was born shortly befor the oath. To protect me, my father disowned me, stripping me of my powers as a demi-god. But I am also a wizard, see. And one day I will gain my rightful heiritage. Yes, I am Lord Voldemort, son of Poseidon, Lord of the Seas." He smirked down at me.

"Yes my faithful followers, and this is my brother, Perseus Jackson."