Rules:Light, Grey or Dark Harry- Eventual Dark

One of Harry's god-parents MUST be a God or Goddess - including lesser gods - while any others can be any of the Greek/Roman Mythological forces: gods, deities, divines, monsters etc

Either Thalia, the Di Angelos or Clarisse must be allied with Harry - any others are up to the reader

Whoever Harry's god-parent is MUST break the law and talk/interact/meet with Harry

If Harry is Dark, Luke MUST see Harry as the new leading force of the New Olympus and pledge to serve him instead of Krono – I'll do my best

Any pairings are welcome

Tom and Dumbledore must both feel wary about Harry when he comes into his god-like powers

The Horcrux is destroyed - unless Harry's 'other' god-parents use it to 'determine' him as theirs

Even though he leaves Hogwarts for CHB or his own dwellings, Harry must still keep in touch with his friends

Sirius and Remus do not abandon him

Guidelines:Powerful Harry - Yes

Harry and Percy as enemies

Master of Death Harry

The force that determines Harry is a primordial e.g. Thanatos, Erebus, Nyx, Chaos etc

Harry saving Luke before Kronos gets to him

Lily and/or James were that particular god in human form

Others of the HP universe are Half-Bloods

A prophecy being made about Harry

Slash

The PJ/Heroes of Olympus universe being diverted from canon due to Harry's involvement

Forbidden:Harry remaining the naive, malleable wizard/demigod people wish him to be

Harry's actual god-parent being anything other than Olympian/Roman

Dumbledore as an ally of Harry

Sirius and Remus abandoning Harry

I've no idea if I should do that or not, I hope it's ok with DZ2 that I shared HIS challenge.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS OR ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS OF THE HARRY POTTER AND PERCY JACKSON WORLDS: THEY ARE OWNED BY J.K. ROWLING AND RICK RIORDAN RESPECTIVELY.

So, this is going to be a revamp of End of Olympus, it'll start when Harry goes to Diagon Alley for the first time.

Harry Potter was a smaller than average eleven year old English boy with raven colored hair and emerald green eyes. He lived with his aunt, uncle and cousin in a house that is identical to every other house along the road Privet Drive of Surrey. His room, before he got his letter informing him he was a wizard, was in the cupboard under the stairs. He only found out through the big man he was currently following, Rubeus Hagrid, that his parents hadn't died in a car crash, but rather from a vile wizard known as Lord Voldemort. Harry didn't understand why people called him You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Seems rather silly not to call someone by their name if you ask me.

They approached an imposing, blindingly white citadel of a building with the word "Gringotts" in golden letters across the top. Harry saw grotesque looking creatures in what appeared to be iron armors and spears standing guard outside the doors, they nodded toward him as they approached. Stepping into the building Harry immediately noticed two things, the inside was just as immaculate as the outside with their marble floors and perfectly varnished desks. As well as how the goblins tended to have an ugly face on as they dealt with wizards in spite of them looking impeccable in their suits. Hagrid and Harry approached one of the tellers when Hagrid spoke in as quiet a voice as was possible for someone of his size.

"Good afternoon, Master Goblin I be needin' ta get down to vault 713 and Harry here needs ta withdraw some funds from his trust vaul'." The goblin looked up at Hagrid with a grimace before asking quite rudely, "Does this… Harry. Have his key?" Looking down his nose at Harry with a sneer upon his face. Harry wrinkled his nose at the creature as Hagrid fumbled about for his key.

When Hagrid finally handed the key over to the goblin, Harry noticed the eyes of the creature widen in surprise as he recognized the key's signature. Clearing his throat he glanced at Harry before addressing Hagrid, "Gamekeeper, we shall have one of our people show you to the vault. We have need of… Harry, for a short time. Therefore, he won't be able to accompany you. Wolfpaw! Escort our guest to his vault."

Hagrid attempted to protest at how he was being treated but wasn't able to get a word in with the creatures. He knew how testy Goblins could be, and he didn't feel like having the sharp end of a spear rammed through him. "If ya can't find me when ya get out, I'll be back at the Cauldron. Jus' ask one of the folks 'round here ta show ya the way."

Hagrid was led away, and Harry turned back to face the goblin that was helping him. Great, first time here and I'm abandoned by the only person that might have been able to protect me from these things. What could possible go wrong? The goblin placed a closed sign on his desk before telling Harry to follow him. The goblin led him through a series of confusing hallways before stopping at a door that read "Ragnall, Potter Accounts". Knocking and then opening the door the goblin led Harry inside.

Ragnall was a terrifying looking goblin, he had a barrel chest that was easily defined even with the relatively loose suit he was wearing. Above him was the head of a creature Harry didn't recognize, the walls surrounding him were adorned with weapons and paintings of various kinds.

"Mr. Ragnall, I've found our missing heir. He was being led around by Dumbledore's lackey, Hagrid. Zeus only knows what he's been filling Heir Potter's head with."

Ragnall gave them a vicious sneer when he heard this, Harry flinched at the look. Then what the goblin said about Zeus caught up to him, odd, didn't think magical creatures would follow any sort of religion. Especially Greek mythos. "Excuse me, Mr. Ragnall… I'm afraid I don't know what's going on. A little clarification would be very much appreciated."

Ragnall dismissed the other goblin, before turning to Harry. "So, Mr. Potter." Harry began to sweat as he had the goblin's undivided attention. "It seems you've finally deemed us worthy of your presence. Is there any particular reason you've decided to completely ignore all of our correspondence with you?" Harry cowered into the seat, he knew that having anyone's undivided attention was bad for him. It always ended in pain.

"S… Sir, I've never received any letters from the bank. This is my first time ever being here, my aunt and uncle always told me my family died in a car crash. What were the letters involving?"

Ragnall looked furious when he heard that none of his letters had reached the young Potter heir. "They were your account statements and there has been regular withdrawals. We will do a full audit of your accounts, do you have anyone that you trust that we could get into contact with?" Harry slowly shook his head. "Very well Mr. Potter, we shall have a portkey arranged for you to come back at a later date."

Harry nodded slowly, "Sir what's a portkey?" Ragnall looked up from his papers and was absolutely shocked. Here was the wizards' savior and he doesn't know about a simple magical transportation device? Those damned fools, I know they didn't open the wills but this is unacceptable. "Mr. Potter, a portkey is transportation device that allows one to travel great distances instantly. You will feel a sharp pull at that back of your navel before being deposited at a pre-determined destination."

Harry nodded and thought, Instant transportation? Sounds pretty amazing. He looked up at the clock and seeing the time said to Ragnall, "Sir, I'm terribly sorry but I desperately need to be heading out now. Is there anyone that would be able to take me back to The Leaky Cauldron?" Ragnall seemed to think before grinning devilishly and calling in the same goblin that led him in.

"Griphook, can you tell me if Lord Malfoy is here right now?" Griphook was startled at being called in so suddenly, he thought he was finished dealing with the Potter child. A clearing of the throat from Ragnall brought his attention back.

"Yes sir, Lord Malfoy just walked in. Shall I take Mr. Potter to him?" Ragnall was grinning with sadistic glee before nodding. Griphook took Harry and led him through the halls, before taking his leave from Harry he spoke. "Mr. Potter, be careful of those who would act friendly to you. Some are not who they seem, it can be very dangerous." They entered the main hall of Gringotts and they approached a tall, slim man. This man screamed wealth and nobility, with his platinum blonde hair and a pitch black cane with a silver snake head as the topping.

"Lord Malfoy, I've been instructed by Account Manager Ragnall to bring Heir Potter before you." Lord Malfoy's eyes widened as he looked toward the boy, he never expected he'd find Potter here. "Manager Ragnall has requested that you show him the way back to The Leaky Cauldron. Have a pleasant day." Griphook left after that, leaving Harry and Lord Malfoy standing there together.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. Tell me, how did you make it to Gringotts? Surely you had a guide." He spoke in a soft, yet commanding voice. Harry wanted to hide, the man was intimidating. Looking down at the floor he mumbled something Lord Malfoy couldn't hear. "Come now, you can tell me. I promise I won't be upset with you… I fear I've forgotten myself Mr. Potter. I've not introduced myself, my name is Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. Now, can you answer my question?"

Harry looked up in shock at Lucius, this man that could have very well been the ruler of this place was treating him nicely? What is going on here, he must be trying to lull me into a false sense of security. That's it. "I had a guide, his name is Hagrid, sir. He said he was the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, my name is Harry Potter." Harry knew he was being foolish in trusting this man, but he couldn't help himself. Something inside him said he was only trying to aid him, it was as if his magic was telling him he was safe.

Anger flashed through Lucius's eyes when he heard who was guiding him around. That muggle-loving fool doesn't even have the decency to send Potter an actual professor? Oh I will enjoy sticking this to Dumbledore. Noticing that his anger made the boy flinch, he schooled his features. "My apologies Harry, may I call you that? I'm not angry at you, but rather Albus Dumbledore. He should have sent a professor to escort you, not the gamekeeper. I'm part of the board of governors for Hogwarts and what he did was against the charter for muggle-raised children. Who do you live with and did you get money for your school supplies?"

Harry nodded, "You may call me that sir, and I was given enough money for school supplies although I'm not sure it'll be enough. I live with my aunt and uncle sir, they're… Normal. They don't have magic that is, is that what they're called here? Normal people are called muggles?"

Lucius nodded and took Harry to a teller, "Very astute of you Harry, normal people are called muggles by most. Maste…. Ah, Griphook. Mr. Potter needs an endless money bag for his trust vault. He'll be using it for school supplies." Griphook slowly nodded before summoning one, "Be careful not to spend it all in one place Mr. Potter. Have a good day."

Lucius and Harry left Gringotts, when they got outside Hagrid was approaching them with a noticeable flush to his cheeks. "Harry! There ya are, been lookin' all o'er for ya. I can handl' it from here Mr. Malfoy." Lucius and Hagrid were glaring at one another.

"Hagrid, how nice to see you again…" Lucius sneered. "I daresay I can handle the boy's introduction to the wizarding world, after all, what if the boy had questions of his family? What about the laws of our world, could you answer them truthfully?" Hagrid looked a bit sheepish at this and shrugged. "Let's have Harry decide Hagrid, I'm sure you've been a wonderful host to the boy." I can actually make a decision here? I was expecting to be forced to go with Hagrid, it seems like he would've done that if he had his way. Harry took a moment to think before nodding.

"I'd like to go with Lord Malfoy, Hagrid. I really appreciate everything you've done for me," Hagrid visibly deflated. "We can have tea when I come to Hogwarts though, I think it'd be great if we could talk about some of the wizarding creatures." Hagrid gave a wide smile before nodding and bid them farewell.

Lucius looked down at Harry with an odd look in his eye, "That was positively Slytherin of you Harry, let us go and get you fitted for you school robes. My son, Draco, is there now. I'm sure you'll get along." As they made their way to Madame Malkin's, Harry saw a street that was considerably darker than the rest and asked about it. "That's Knockturn Alley, I'd recommend never going there unless you have me with you. We will be going there to get custom made wands after we go to Ollivander's. It's definitely worth every galleon."

They finally made it to Madame Malkin's and saw a boy with the same pale blond hair as Lucius. "Hello father, and to you as well. My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy. Though with you coming in with my father I suspect you already knew that." Draco had a small smirk on his face as he said this and reached out to shake Harry's hand.

"I'm Harry Potter, pleased to meet you Draco." Draco's eyes flicked up to his forehead for a slight moment before shrugging, and stepping off the stool he was being measured on. An older woman came out from the back and had Harry step up to be measured. Lucius spoke to the woman, "Have Mr. Potter's robes in the finest acromantula silk you can muster, when can we expect the robes to be finished madam?" She gasped when she heard who was in her store.

"We'll have it finished within the next two hours Lord Malfoy."

"Excellent, come along boys. We've much to do today." With that they left Madame Malkin's and headed to Ollivander's, Draco's mother was waiting outside. She raised an eyebrow at Harry and he looked away sheepishly, Draco rolled his eyes and Lucius held the door opened for them.

Inside the shop was incredibly dusty, you can tell it had been there for a long time, even without the sign on the front. An ancient man with long, scraggly white hair turned around and spoke in a raspy voice. "Ah… Lucius, Elm with a dragon…." He was cut off by Lucius.

"Yes, yes Ollivander. You have incredible memory, and I've still yet to figure out how you do it." He said this with a small smile playing on his lips, "However, we are here for my son and Mr. Potter's wands." Ollivander nodded.

"Of course, of course. Step forward Mr. Malfoy, let's get started." Draco found his wand after only ten minutes of searching, it was Hawthorn with unicorn hair. Ollivander then turned to Harry, "Mr. Potter. You are next it would seem, try this Hawthorn and Dragon heartstring." Harry took it and it was immediately taken back from Harry. "No, no definitely not this. Not at all, try this. Here, Elm and with a Phoenix feather." Harry gave it a swish and a vase exploded. "Not that one but we are getting closer… I wonder."

Ollivander moved to the back of his shop and came back with a case, "Try this Mr. Potter, Holly with a Phoenix feather." Harry grabbed it and instantly felt a flush of power, he waved the wand and black sparks came out of it. Everyone's eyes widened at that, and they were all curious. Ollivander spoke, "How curious, that this wand would choose you. The Phoenix that gave this feather, gave one other. The wand that held the other feather, gave you that scar." Ollivander went to touch Harry's infamous scar only to pull back when Harry flinched away.

"Well, we can expect great things from you. You-Know-Who did great things…. Terrible, but great. Anyhow, that'll be 7 Galleons for the each of you!" After paying the group left and seeing the time they went to pick up the robes of Draco and Harry. They were trying to decide if they'd be going to get their custom wands or not and decided on another day.

Lucius turned and asked Harry, "Is it alright if I place a few charms on you? One is a tracking charm that lets me know where you are at all times, the other will be a health monitoring charm. I'm afraid I don't quite trust muggles. I promise they won't hurt you, they'll allow me to find you and help you if you are in danger." Harry pondered before nodding his consent. "We'll also have to get you an owl the next time we come through. Grab hold of my arm and I'll apparate you back to your home." As Harry gripped Lucius's arm he felt his body twist and pull almost as though it was through a tube.

When they landed he wanted to throw up, but Lucius's steady hand gave him enough of a steadying that he didn't. "Remember Harry, if you're in danger I'll know and I'll come help. Stay safe." With that Lucius apparated, and Harry walked into the Dursley's.

Vernon Dursley was a giant of a man, weighing it at easily over 300lbs he had a large mustache and beady eyes that made him look like a walrus. His wife fared no better, she was a stick of a thing with a long and drawn out face reminding people of a horse. Her voice was grating on the nerves as it was very high-pitched and shrill. Their son, Dudley was a whale. He was a miniature version of his father and only slightly lighter. As soon as he stepped through the door he heard a shout.

"BOY! GET IN HERE AND START DINNER." Harry sighed, at least I'll be gone soon, he thought. As Harry began to cook the dinner after a long day he let his mind wander for a bit, thinking on the Malfoy's. They were a nice bunch of people, especially since they didn't yell at him. It was a nice change of pace from the Dursleys' he thought.

A few days later his aunt banged on his door telling him to get downstairs and cook breakfast. Harry had no correspondence from anyone as far as he knew and was a little bit saddened at this; he failed to pay attention to the bacon and it got burnt. His aunt took the pan and with a look of pure loathing hit him in the head with it. "You useless freak! How dare you burn our bacon? After all we've done for you! Taken you in, given you Dudley's clothes, fed you and gave you shelter! This is how you repay us, by burning our food!?" She kicked him a few times before she got Vernon.

"BOY! You burned my bacon?" He was holding Harry up by his shirt, he relished in the fear he could see in his nephew's eyes. "This is what ungrateful runts like you get." He proceeded to shove Harry's back into the counter, causing him to have his breath knocked out. Harry was wheezing and trying to hold back tears of pain. His uncle punched him in the stomach, and stomped on his knee, shattering the bone. Harry screamed in agony, Dudley came in and started to punch Harry in the face as hard as he could. Please let it end, someone, anyone… Make the pain stop. The last thing that Harry heard was a voice yelling "Crucio!" before he slipped away to wonderful, painless, oblivion.

A/N: Well, there's the first chapter of the revamped End of Olympus. I look forward to hearing what you guys think, I'm obviously changing things up and I hope you guys will bear with me!