AN: So here we are again, I told you the next update wouldn't take me that long. But anyway here we are, I hope you all enjoy the chapter and leave a review at the end.

Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.

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(Last Time)

"Again you can trust me. I won't break faith with you, as long as you stay true to me." Daphne replied, both of them standing across from each other now, both in possession of what they wanted out of the deal.

"Then we're absolute allies going forwards then." Harry said extending his hand to Daphne.

"Allies." Daphne nodded, taking Harry's larger hand in her own as she did so, before they shook, sharing a slight smile as they did so. "Oh and Potter, never impersonate my sister again. You may like to cross-dress but I could do without the nightmares please."

"Spoilsport." Harry replied with a smirk, taking the jest for what it was.

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Chapter 14

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(In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with Harry)

It had been a couple of days since Harry and Daphne had concluded their agreement, and already Harry had used one of the several secret passages out of the castle to sneak himself out and drop off his pilfered belongings at his warded home, the old Malfoy Manor.

Already he had setup the Mirror of Erised in the manor's master bedroom, though he had made sure to put a cover over the top of it for the moment. He had decided that he wasn't quite ready to look into the mirror properly yet, not without adequate mental preparation of course. After all with his Fatal Flaw being his own greed he didn't quite trust himself to look into a mirror that would show a person their heart's desire, just in case it distracted him from his task at hand.

Eventually though he would get around to it, once he had adequately prepared himself. The mirror was a fascinating artefact after all, and it held enchantments that Harry very much wanted to learn. Though considering just what the mirror actually did, maybe it wasn't that surprising that it fascinated the Champion of a Love Goddess so much.

The mirror after all held the power to enthrall people's mind, to captivate them until they wasted away, oblivious of all else as they instead just focused on what the mirror showed them to the exclusion of all else. It was an incredibly dangerous artifact really, one that could inspire absolute obsession, even in the most strong willed of people.

Similarly he had smuggled both the diary and the Diadem out of the school too. Putting them both in the enchanted rune box he had gotten from Daphne, which itself he had put in a magically fortified safe in the master bedroom. With items like those he was not taking any chances, he certainly wasn't just going to leave them lying around, even in his warded manor house.

After all he already an inkling that the items were Horcruxes, like the Sorting Hat, though who exactly these ones belonged to was as yet unknown. Once again he had some experimentation for those artefacts planned too, as although they may not have human bodies for him to use his pheromone manipulation on, they still had minds, minds that he could manipulate with his Charmspeak.

Again though, he had put those experiments on pause moment as well, as although he very much wanted to learn their secrets he had other things that needed his attentions first.

That being said it was very tempting to drop everything and tear those two soul receptacles apart, after all who knows what he could pull from the minds of those dark artefacts. Be it the location of great riches, treasure troves of arcane knowledge or equally shiny and valuable items.

Of course he also knew that he would have to expunge the soul piece from the Diadem sooner or later, after all Rowena's trinket had a very powerful enchantment on it, and had likely been given to her by her mother, the Greek Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, Athena.

As such it would be foolish in the extreme for Harry not to take advantage of such a fascinating and valuable item, one which by all the accounts he had read could help focus and empower a person's mind and thought process, whatever that actually translated too. Either way it would likely be a useful tool, especially if he was able to change the form of it to something a bit more… manly… than a Diadem.

Yes, those items, along with the books he had pinched from Dumbledore's office, were all now safely locked up in his warded manor, along with several other books and pieces of furniture or jewelry that caught Harry's eye whilst he was in the Room of Requirement.

Honestly he was like a pack rat sometimes, that or a scavenger.

In fact the only purloined thing he had kept at Hogwarts was the Sorting Hat. Admittedly it was the most conspicuous of the lot, but it was also, to Harry at least, the most valuable. The Hat after all was a soul receptacle too, one that he knew contained the mind and soul of one Salazar Slytherin, an ancient and by all accounts extremely powerful wizard, as well as one of the founders of the school.

Harry had already found out that much from his own sorting. On top of all of the knowledge the hat possessed though, including the location of his own Chamber of Secrets and what the monster inside of it was, it also, according to Daphne, held within it an enchanted, Goblin forged sword, the legendary, lost sword of Godric Gryffindor.

Already Harry could hardly keep the smirk off of his face at the thought of getting his hands on that sword. Sure his own blade, his Celestial Bronze rapier was good and acted as a perfect focus for his magic and was a deadly weapon to use against monsters and the like, but it was also quite simplistic.

It certainly did not hold any of the special properties that the rare Goblin forged steel did, including the ability to imbue itself with strength and properties from anything it came in contact with. The sword of Gryffindor though was different, and who was Harry to say no to owning such a blade, especially once he had quenched it in manticore venom or something equally as deadly.

It was with this thought in mind that Harry was currently sat in the Room of Requirement, which for the moment had taken on the form of a small, comfortable lounge with a thick red carpet, beautifully patterned Turkish rug, a roaring fire and a large, squashy armchair.

At present Harry was lounging back in the chair with the Hogwart's Sorting Hat sat squarely on his head, his legs crossed and his eyes closed as he focused on the matter at hand.

"This is not Dumbledore's office." The Hat said bluntly the moment Harry put it on, the Hat's tone still calm despite obviously being caught off guard. Even as it extended its mental probes into Harry's mind, only to be met with rigid defences.

"No, instead we're in a place called the Room of Requirement." Harry replied quite pleasant, speaking aloud as he did so, even as he pushed a few memories and thoughts through his mental barriers to assuage the Hat's obvious curiousity.

"Ahh, Rowena's room, it always was a fascinating place, I would dearly wish to know the enchantments and runic script she used to make it, but alas she was always very cagey and guarded her knowledge with almost obsessive fervour." The Hat replied sagely after a few moments, before continuing, the tone still calm if tinged with curiosity as it noted the lack of information Harry's memories contained. "Tell me Harry Potter, why am I here?" It continued, purposefully using Harry's name to make a point, to put itself on at least an even keel with him, if not a superior one.

As if Harry cared, the Sorting Hat wouldn't get a chance to tell anyone else after all. Already Harry had assessed the benefits of coming to an agreement with it, with forcing his will upon it and had come to a conclusion.

"Because I wanted you to be." Harry replied simply, still keeping an eye on his mental barriers as he felt the Hat continue to probe them, it's touch feather light and it's skill clear to see as it sought any chink in the defences, any crack for it to slip through and take a peek at what Harry was hiding.

"Because you stole me from Dumbledore's office?" The Hat finally countered, taking a guess now as it carefully flitting through a few more memories Harry sent it's way, breaking them down and analyzing the details before coming to a conclusion, closely monitored by the Demigod in question, who in turn blocked off the Hat's mental probes when it once again strayed towards memories that Harry didn't want him to see. "Impressive certainly, but also foolish."

"I suppose you could call it foolish or reckless. But personally I would call it bold and ambitious, as well as also cunning and well-thought out and planned," Harry replied with a curt nod, before he tilted his head. "But tell me Hat, do you know why I took you?"

"Not without you letting me see…" The Hat countered, before it paused. "But I can guess. I assume you want something from me, why else would you take me. Perhaps you want knowledge about one thing or another, or perhaps you are seeking to silence me before I spill your secret? Either way Demigod I would be careful if I were you, I am not someone you should trifle with! It will take more than some child of Aphrodite to challenge me!"

"Oh I'm sure you're not. I mean how else would you have lasted this long without discovery? How else would you have come up with such an ingenious way to survive, even if it is a bit….inelegant" Harry nodded in amusement, the Hat had after all survived for more than a thousand years. More than that though it had made itself an indispensable part of Hogwart's history, whilst also getting itself in a perfect positon from which it could social engineer Britain's magical society. Choosing Houses for the students based on its own desires, pushing and manipulating young children into Houses based on its own estimation of a student's worth and ability, as well as its own estimations of how that child will develop in its chosen House.

"But I want far more than a bit of knowledge, or to just silence you." Harry continued maliciously, he didn't like the way the Hat was so easily dismissing him, and dismissing his mother's bloodline.

"Oh do tell..." Replied the Hat dryly, the hint of mockery still very much evident in it's tone.

"The Sword of Gryffindor for one." Harry replied with a smile, after which he whipped the Hat off of his head now, before he spoke to it directly, layering his voice with Charmspeak as he did so. "Give it to me!"

In response the Hat twitched, the flap that made up its mouth quirking and twisting as if it were trying to resist, until moments later a silver, ruby encrusted handle formed inside of it, the glittering hilt sliding out of the hat without a sound followed by its long, deadly sharp, tapered blade, only to be caught handily by Harry as he pulled it free and inspected it.

"So that's how you want to play it Demigod!" The Hat sneered aloud, its voice holding a definite edge to it now as Harry practically forced it to give up one of its treasures. The Horcrux still holding fast to it's superiority and arrogance, in spite of what had just happened.

"Yes." Harry replied easily, inspecting the beautiful silver blade as he did so. It was about four foot long and in the style of a medieval bastard sword. Noticeably it had a jewel encrusted crossguard and pommel, making it look more ornamental than practical, which in itself was quite misleading.

Truly the sword was a magnificent piece of work, one that now belonged to Harry.

"So is that it?!" The Hat spat, all sense of amusement or curiousity gone now as it's lips twisted up into it's own version of a sneer, its previous mocking tone quickly turning into one of anger and spite. "You've got what you want, now what? Are you going to try to destroy me! If you even can!"

"No." Harry replied absently, grinning now he knew for sure that his Charmspeak would work on a Horcrux. "No, this is just the beginning. Now obey me without question!"

The Hat once again went rigid at that order, still twitching and shaking as it sought to break free of Harry's manipulation, even as Harry placed the sword of Gryffindor on the floor beside his chair and then put the Hat back on his head. "You will show me and tell me everything you know! Starting with everything you know about Horcruxes!"

Harry wasn't playing around, not with a wizard of Salazar Slytherin's caliber, even if he was bound to a simple, dirty hat. Especially not now his test had been successful, and he now knew for sure that he could control a Horcrux like he could a person.

In fact it was probably easier as a Horcrus did not have the physical or presence to try and resist, only the mental ability and what little magical power it possessed, which again was a shadow of what it would have if it had a true body.

Nor was he going to let the Hat play its games, as he continued to monitor the Hat, even as it began speaking in a dull voice, images flicking into Harry's head rapidly as he did so. Harry asking his questions with his voice still layered with Charmspeak all the while, not giving it a chance to break free.

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(At the same time, in Dumbledore's Office)

"So what have you discovered so far?" Dumbledore asked Sirius Black and James Potter tiredly as he sat on the seat behind his desk and looked between the two of the two younger men. The three of them all sitting in the Headmaster's now repaired, but slightly empty looking office, both of them having been summoned to report to Dumbledore on what they had so far been able to find out about the break in.

"Nothing." James growled after a couple of moments of silence between the two friends, his tone showing his obvious dissatisfaction with the results. "We've tried using Dark Detectors and the like, but they keep going haywire and are of no use. There are too many dishonest school children around lying, cheating and deceiving, they're disrupting the devices. Nor have we been able to narrow down any intruders or how someone might have gotten in. We've already walked the ward boundaries and checked all the secret passages into and out of the school. A couple of them look to have been used but we can't confirm whether or not they were used by students who know of them, or by whoever the thief was. This isn't helped by the fact that none of the passages have any nearby portraits watching over them."

"I see." Dumbledore sighed, sitting up straighter in his seat and splaying his hands out on his desk, a disappointed expression passing across his face now.

Honestly he had expected this, in a school as large and populated as Hogwarts, he knew it would be difficult to find much, or find any evidence that hadn't already been contaminated by the students and staff.

Nor could he blame James or Sirius for their failings. Dumbledore himself had already adjusted the wards to alert him of any and all people who were coming and going from Hogwarts either by air or on the ground, and he was also monitoring the school's floo network and given some House Elves the duty of subtle checking the staff and students incoming and outgoing mail, all in the hopes of finding the culprit.

Sure he had already come across some disturbing things, but none of it overtly dark or illegal. Nor was there anything that directly implicated someone of robbing his office. Of course some of these were not exactly legal, but at the same time they were necessities all the same.

It was just a pity that his efforts had not proved successful.

"There is some hope though." Sirius spoke up now, sharing another look with James as he did so. The two of them having some kind of silent conversation before the Potter patriarch merely gave him a nod, and Sirius continued. "James, Remus and I have already begun making a map of the school that should help in the search, one connected to the schools wards."

"A map?" Dumbledore asked curiously, tilting his head to the side now as he fixed the two younger men with a bemused look, waiting for them to expand on just what this 'map' they mentioned was.

"Yes, we originally made it back when we were at school in our sixth and seventh years. It shows the names and locations of everyone in the school, including those that may be hiding under invisibility cloaks or using potions to hide themselves." James spoke up now. "We lost the original years ago, back when we were still in school. But we still have all our notes on the map, and between the three of us we've been making some corrections and improvements."

"Remus is working on it as we speak." Sirius chipped in, before a guilty look crossed his face. "We know it's kind of an invasion of privacy, and is kind of leeching off of the schools wards but…"

"It is necessary." Dumbledore interrupted, leaning forwards now a fascinated look on his face. He had of course always known that James, Sirius and Remus had been remarkably intelligent and talented wizards, but he had never thought them capable of what they were describing now, certainly not whilst they were still at school. It was just so innovative. "Please invite Remus to the school and I can help you, we can all work on this map together. The sooner we get this map of yours operational the sooner we may be able to find the culprit."

"If they are still even around." James tagged on slightly pessimistically.

"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded, his eager smile fading slightly at that comment. "But still we must do everything we can to find the culprit. What they have taken is far too valuable and dangerous. If there is a chance at reclaiming them and tracking down the thief then we must do it!"

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(Several days later, in the Slytherin Common Room)

"Harry…! Harry!" Daphne Greengrass called impatiently as she walked over to the teen in question, a slight frown on her flawless face.

She was currently in the Slytherin Common Room, one of the only ones as by this point it was so late in the evening that it was practically morning. So late in fact that the Common Room was all but deserted.

In fact it was empty all save for two people, Daphne herself who had pulled on a thick, fluffy, blue dressing gown over the top of her nightgown, with her thick golden hair tied back in a ponytail and her face devoid of her usual light smattering of make-up, not that that made her any less gorgeous than she usually looked. On top of which there was also Harry Potter, who was sat in a seat by the fire still clad in his school uniform and wearing the features of Harry Orwell, a vacant expression on his roguishly handsome face as he stared at the fire, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

"Harry!" Daphne sounded out again, irritation entering her voice now as he still didn't react to her calls.

Sighing Daphne shook her head at this. Harry had been like this for the last few days, often just sitting around staring vacantly ahead as if he were lost in his own thoughts. On top of which he had missed all of his lessons over the last few days, and had often skipped meals too, often disappearing off to his bedroom to do who knows what.

Most of the people in the House had started to attribute this behaviour to the Champion's growing nerves about the upcoming First Task. Which had led to many of the students, younger years and older years approaching him and trying to encourage him. Harry's own group of seventh year pals going out of their way to offer help, only for Harry to politely decline their offers, sometimes using his pheromone manipulation or Charmspeak to get rid of them as he did so.

It was all very out of character, and Daphne had had enough. Harry had even parred her off when she approached him the other day. He had of course been polite, but his response had lacked the usual wit and bite she had grown accustomed to when talking with her fellow Demigod. Instead he had just sounded like he was barely paying attention, as if he was instead lost in his own thoughts.

"HARRY!" Daphne hissed louder this time, as she walked over grabbed the shoulder of his robes and shook him.

Harry flinched in response this sudden physical contact and intrusion of his personal space, his left hand rising up in an instant as he gripped her hand tightly, even as the golden ring on his right hand morphed into a carved, metallic looking, bronze wand. One which he thrust forwards almost immediately, the tip of it glowing as it neared her throat.

He of course wasn't the only one to react though, as Daphne twisted her hand and wrist breaking from his grip, her own wand soaring into her hand from the pocket of her dressing gown. The Norse Demigoddess of a goddess of magic, wandlessly summoning it to her hand with ease, the glowing tip of her own wand hovering just an inch or so from Harry's hard violet coloured eyes as the two of them locked gazes.

"Daphne?" Harry said in surprise after a few moments, his glazed eyes clearing up as he lowered his wand, prompting the still leery and irritated Daphne to do the same. "What are you doing here? Why did you grab me like that?"

"Trying to get your attention for one." Daphne replied bitingly, summoning a nearby chair over to her as she did so, before she sat down. "You've been acting odd lately, ignoring people, ignoring me. I don't like it. We're supposed to be allies remember!"

Harry tilted his head as he heard that, before he hummed in acknowledgement. "Yeah. I mean sorry, but yeah you're right I have been distant, and yes, again you're right we are allies."

With that said Harry returned his Celestial Bronze wand to its ring form, whilst Daphne threw up a couple of silencing wards, including a Norse rune based barrier that she drew in the air with her wand before activating. Suffice to say Daphne was lucky enough to be one of the few able to use Alf magic and Rune magic along with wand based magic, all of which was due to her nature as the Daughter of a magic goddess like Freya. She was lucky enough to have an innate affinity and talent for all three types of magic.

"Then as your ally can you clue me in on what's been worrying you? If it is about the task I could help, for one I could tell you what you were facing. I mean I had presumed you could deal with it. But I suppose if the reputation of the Children of Aphrodite is anything to go by…" Daphne replied, trailing off as she did so.

"I already know I am facing dragons and I already know how I will defeat them." Harry shot back sharply, his violet eyes shifting to a red colour as he subconsciously used his metamorphmagus abilities. Both orbs narrowing at the mention of his mother's, brother's and sister's reputations. He knew what they said, what people whispered behind his back. He knew that most in the Divine world just considered them useless pretty boys and girls, poor excuses for heroes who were more interested in their appearances than in anything else.

He knew what they said and he hated it.

"Then tell me what is making you act so distant and absentminded?" Daphne shot back, the slight smirk on her face telling Harry that she knew exactly what she was doing, and knew that her comment would get that reaction.

Honestly the Daughter of Freya was an absolute pest sometimes. In fact sometimes he thought that she was probably far more trouble than she was worth.

"I just have a lot to think about." Harry replied vaguely, his eyes morphing back to violet as he sat back in his chair and looked at her. "I recently had a long conversation with the Sorting Hat."

"Did you get the sword of Gryffindor?" Daphne asked quickly, a look of interest on her face now as she settled back into her own chair.

"Yes," Harry replied easily, his hand coming up to grip the mokeskin pouch around his neck within which the sword was currently hidden, along with the very pissed off and immobilized Hogwart's Sorting Hat. "But that's not all I got from the Hat."

"Oh?" Daphne inquired curiously, wondering just what else he had gotten from that ratty old thing, apart from lice maybe.

Harry eyed his ally up and down curiously as he heard that, his lips quirking upwards at her reaction before he nodded. "Yes I used my Charmspeak and interrogated it. For several hours I plundered as much as I could from it, including nearly a thousand years' worth of memories. The Hat's… unique abilities and traits, and the power of my own command, making it so the Hat forced its own memories into my head. And well suffice to say although I am pretty damned skilled with the mind arts sorting through nearly a thousand years of memories is not at all easy."

"But surely most of the memories are of just making up songs or sorting brats." Daphne replied, pushing down her awe of what Harry had done, she herself had honestly never thought of doing that. In part because she was too cautious to do such a reckless and dangerous thing, for likely so little pay off. After all with that amount of information pouring into her head she knew she would be in danger of losing herself.

Then again she didn't have Harry's Charmspeaking ability, and so could not be assured of having absolute control over the thing she was plundering the memories from, so who could say for sure that what he had done was really that reckless.

"Yes, there are hundreds of years' worth of that." Harry admitted with a nod of his head, most of those memories he had already catalogued as useless and just skimmed through before pushing them to one side, to an out of the way place in his mind where he could sort through them at his leisure. "But there were other memories, and they held a lot of useful information, even now days later I'm still trying to digest and sort through it all."

"So that's what you've been doing. You've been using Occlumency to sort through your stolen memories." Daphne asked with a nod, it was better than she had expected.

Honestly she had for a moment genuinely believed that Harry was all bark and no bite, it would have been very unfortunate for her to have bound herself to someone who was all talk. Sure he would have still been useful in politics or in negotiations, but in the Divine world you needed power as well as brains and wit. Without all three you would likely have a very short life.

"Yes, and what have you been doing? You played around with your new toy yet?" Harry asked, clearly eluding to her part of the bargain, the Philosophers Stone.

"The generic ability for producing gold is useful, but not all that interesting. The Greengrass family is wealthy enough already, as too is my mother who's Domains also includes Gold, and who is more than happy to spoil her favourite daughter." Daphne replied with a smirk, before her blue eyes sharpened. "The other ability though, the Elixir of Life, that's another thing entirely. I've started experimenting with how to produce it but haven't drunk any yet, nor will I until I reach an age I am happy to remain, or at least not unless I need to heal some grievous injury."

Harry nodded at that, it did make sense. Though he did enjoy the irony that Harry himself had no interest it he Elixir of Life at all and was instead far more interested in transmuting gold. After all he already had his own plans for immortality. The gold though, he wouldn't mind building himself a stockpile of that, especially in case the worst comes to the worst and his plots for the future fell through.

"But anyway, what's your plan for dealing with the dragon? I mean you know sooner or later I am going to have make our alliance public, otherwise what's the point? And I would rather do that under positive circumstance. Such as, you know you taking the lead in the Triwizard tournament by defeating your dragon…" Daphne continued, her gaze once again locked unerringly on Harry.

"Oh don't worry about it, you won't be disappointed trust me!" Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling. "By the way how did you know about the dragon?"

"My friend Tracey's Uncle, George Davis, works for the Ministry as the Deputy Head of the Department of Games and Sports. He was the one who told Tracey, and then Tracey told me." Daphne replied easily, not at all bothered to be revealing such a low level contact. "How about you? How did you find out?"

"Lucian Bole's father is on the Hogwart's board of governors. Dumbledore had to get the task approved by them before the tournament could take place." Harry replied with a shrug, his fellow Seventh Year had been more than happy to tell Harry everything he knew. Including the different types of dragons which would be being used, including the Welsh Green, Swedish Shortsnout and Chinese Fireball. As well as what the task would itself entail, such as how they just had to get passed the dragons to collect a golden egg.

"I take it he told you all of the other tasks?" Daphne asked dryly, impressed that Harry, who had been at the school for only a few months now, had already made such good contacts, including having an in with the very small and select board of school governors.

"Yep he asked Lucian to pass the info on too me as apparently the Headmasters of the different school all usually cheat and help their students out. Or rather all of them but Dumbledore, who Lucian's father thinks is too foolish and noble to do such a thing. Hence the help, to even the playing field so to speak." Harry shrugged, before grinning when he saw Daphne rolling her eyes and shaking her head with a smile.

"How very honourable of you." Daphne shot back sarcastically.

"Hey now, I like a challenge as much as the next person, but I'm not stupid. I would rather know all the facts, cheat and come out the victor, than be honourable and get myself killed or injured." Harry replied defensively.

Daphne smirked as she heard that, before she nodded her head. "Good, I don't like the overly honourable types, they're always so predictable and boring."

"If there's one thing you should know about me by now Daph, I hope it's that I'm never boring." Harry shot back swiftly, the grin still on his face. "Trust me, when the next task rolls around in a couple of days you will not be disappointed!"

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AN: So there it is, what do you think? Did you enjoy it?

From here on out we are moving to the First Task, and then after that I will increase the pacing of the story. I want to keep in the development of the characters and the interactions and detail, but at the same time I don't want it to wallow, so I am going to try to push the plot forward faster, though only if I can do it in a way I like.

So yep other than that this is the chapter. I have been having another idea for a HP/ PJ story of late, one based off ideas I got from some of Riordan's new books.

The main premise is that Hermes fucks up and Zeus punishes him by making him live a mortal life. Which he does, as the mortal Harry Potter, with the prophecy being the quest he needs to complete before he can return to Olympus and regain his godly power. That is until the Dementor situation, at which point he is kissed. However due to him having a godly soul he does not have it sucked out, instead he reacts by regaining his consciousness as Hermes and all of his memories. Only he retains his mortal body and does not regain his immortal body, or at least not until he completes the prophecy assigned to him.

Honestly the idea appeals to me due to it involve the convoluted Olympian family, the idea of a god being forced to be mortal and come to terms with his situation. Plus I feel it would be fun to balance the two stories and go from the Harry Potter saga to the Percy Jackson saga, only with a greatly changed Hermes who himself has been tempered by his experience as Harry.

But anyway this is just an idea, with the amount of stories I have at present I doubt I will be doing much about it, I just wanted to get the idea out and written down and thought why not.

But yeah, back to the present, I hope you enjoyed the update and check out my other stories if you have the time.

Thanks for reading and I'll catch you later.

Seagate.

PS. Does anyone know of any good Harry Potter stories which start at fifth year, or the summer after fourth year? Because I'd love to read some.