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The Little Butterfly	By : ChrisF. Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 7556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I Own Neither Harry Potter, Percy Jackson nor the works associated with them, or any other obvious fandom reference. This means no Money is made, but unless you’re a complete dimwit or this is your first Fanfiction, you know that.

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Fandom: Harry Potter/Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Associated Works

Title: The Little Butterfly

Author: ChrisF. (Antarprince)

Rating: M or Higher

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Multiple

Summary: Every Half-Blood has one god-parent, this we know: however, Harry is different because of one reason: through the ways of the divine, he has more than one god for a parent/guardian. Another TBH Response

Disclaimer: I Own Neither Harry Potter, Percy Jackson nor the works associated with them, or any other obvious fandom reference. This means no Money is made, but unless you’re a complete dimwit or this is your first Fanfiction, you know that.

Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance, Crossover – a bit of everything.

Warnings: This fanfiction deals in aspects of Ancient Greek Culture. This means that we will deal with many things, chief among them being religion and Adult Content. Being that I am a gay man, this includes Slash.

Spoilers/Timeline – The Tail end of Harry Potter’s 4th year onward, and Pre- Lightning Thief.

Author's Notes: This Fic is being written as a response to DZ2’s Thrice-Blessed Half-blood Challenge. Farther, feel free to Review. I accept all kinds, including Flames and do my best to respond to them all.

Challenge Guidelines & Rules:
Rules: Light, Grey or Dark Harry
Harry's first god-parent MUST be one of the twelve while others can be any of the Greek/Roman Mythological forces: gods, deities, divines etc
Harry and Percy MUST have different views of right and wrong
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 - they do this because of Halloween and they don't want to lose him again
If Harry is Dark, Luke MUST see Harry as the new leading force of the New Olympus and pledge to serve him instead of Kronos
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 (see below)
Even though he leaves Hogwarts for CHB or his own dwellings, Harry must still keep in touch with his friends
At least one of Harry's friends - or a redeemed friend if you want to use someone like Draco or Severus - must be a Half-Blood
Sirius and Remus do not abandon him
Guidelines: Powerful Harry
Harry and Percy as enemies
Immortal Harry
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
Harry's god-parent - his main one - is one of the Big Three
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 e.g. Harry goes after the Lightning Bolt and keeps it or Harry helps Luke claim the Fleece and destroys Cronus
Kronos - somehow - is Harry's god-parent - so a Titan-Harry could be allowed too
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 and Tom as allies of Harry
Sirius and Remus abandoning Harry
Other than that, it's up to you...

Harry Potter’s heart clenched in sorrowful sadness as he looked down on the body of Cedric Diggory, and for a moment the fight left him. Cedric had been older and more experienced then him. If he couldn’t escape even a coward like Worm-Tail then what hope did Harry have against Voldemort? It wasn’t that he was particularly close to Cedric either, mind you. Before this year they were acquaintances on good terms – friends in passing, but little else. He just didn’t like the idea of the other boy’s death being on his hands.
            Death is a fact, it comes to everyone in the end. The thought came to him from nowhere. It was a quiet little whisper in a quiet, dark little corner of his mind and it seemed almost amused despite the hard factual tone.
            That may be – after all, he could hardly argue that. Everybody knows that everybody dies… - but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it, he retorted and felt another indulgent flit of humor. Great, he was about to die and he’d gone insane! Why not…
            “Oh, such a handsome lad,” Voldemort tisked mockingly as he nudges Cedric’s face to the side with his foot, pressing it into the dirt as he does so.
            The dull ache of Harry’s sorrow left him as he witnessed this – surging through him like hot iron in his veins. “Don’t you touch him,” he snapped in response to Voldemort’s actions before his brain caught up with his mouth. He thought it was probably foolish – knew it was even – but the thought of that…creature defiling the other boy in any way was sickening to him.
            “Harry!” Voldemort turned to face the boy with an almost pleasant demeanor, as an unseasonably cold wind blew through the cemetery and rustled his tattered robes – completely ignoring Harry’s ire. “I had almost forgotten you were there…”
            Harry grit his teeth hard as the other wizard continued to mock him, going on and on about his fame and his title, as if it’s something he wanted. It had the desired effect all the same, however, as Harry’s anger continued climbing higher and higher as Voldemort spoke – unaware of the thick, heavy storm clouds that rolled in over-head, concealed in the blackness of the moonless night sky.
            “Would you like to know what truly happened that night Harry,” Voldemort asked him rhetorically. Harry didn’t want anything from the other wizard. There was no guarantee that anything he was told was the truth anyway. However, in spite of all of this the question did catch his interest.
Harry might be naïve but he wasn’t stupid. He loved his mother and he respected the sacrifice she had made for him, but despite what Dumbledore would have him believe, he did not think it was his mother’s love that saved him. He had seen a lot of things since discovering magic, but that was improbable. How many other parents had died to protect their children from this monster?
“Dumbledore would have you believe that Lily Potter’s love is to thank for your survival,” Voldemort spat as if disgusted by the idea – unknowingly echoing Harry’s own thoughts. “Senile old fool; but there were ancient magic’s at work that night. Power enough to stop the Avada Kadavra, and you, Harry, hold the key and now that I have your blood I will find it!” Voldemort growled, standing centimeters from Harry’s face now. As if to prove some twisted point he reached out, and with a single finger touched Harry’s Scar.
Harry's world exploded in pain and he screamed in agony, but the sound was lost as thunder cracked ominously over-head and lightning flashed threateningly, casting distorted shadows across the cemetery. He sagged against the statue restraining him, panting for breath and his face covered in sweat – the cold wind felt good on his face.
That atrocity could never hope to grasp the source of our power, the voice whispered offended. Harry stopped at that, thrown –that was definitely not him and he was not going mad. No little one, you are indeed in possession of your mental faculties, it reassured the young wizard.
Harry wasn’t quite so reassured, but upon reflection he decided that he had bigger problems to worry about. I don’t suppose you’d tell me who you are? Even as he had the thought he knew the answer; of course not, that would be too simple for his already fucked up life.
Correct you are, little one. Harry bulked slightly at the hint of patronizing humor in the tone, but let it pass. What was he going to do about it anyway? You will know soon enough.
When Harry looked at Voldemort he felt fury, hatred. The sky rumbled, cracking explosively as if to acknowledge him. He hated this, he hated all of it! He hated the people who kept things from him – things he needed to know, but he hated himself more. He was such an idiot! He knew he had a megalomaniac after him – his life in emanate danger; for four years now he had been dealing with the dark wizard in some form or fashion, why had he not taken it more seriously and studied harder – trained? He could blame the headmaster all he wanted and blame was warranted, but he – Harry – had never taken any initiative.
None of that mattered though; none on it even came close to the hatred Harry felt for him! The young wizard seethed with absolute fury when he looked at Voldemort. He Despised the man with is very being. Whatever else he may say about it – all true – the thing was the route of it all, the reason for his pain and suffering, and all the shit that was his life!
The more that he thought about it the more his blood boiled. For the first time in his life he wanted to lash out, wanted to truly cause pain. Even at his worst points he had never wanted to hurt anyone and gods knew he had more than enough justification, but now – now he wanted Voldemort to feel all the pain and suffering that the man had caused him.
He’d never been particularly religious, as despite his aunt and uncles efforts, Harry was never Christian. He wasn’t exactly sure why but the concept never really meshed with him, and anyhow, wasn’t in the habit of believing in something to which he had no evidence. Now, however, he found himself making an oath. I swear to whatever deity will hear me that if I get out of this that I will never allow myself to be weak again, to destroy anything that stands in the way of me and my goal….
For one ominous moment the graveyard grew still and silent; time almost seemed to stop, the wind stilled and the thunder stopped, the night grew deafening – there were No sounds: not the crickets, or the raven that had been perched on one statue since he and Cedric had arrived. Even Voldemort and his Death eaters were silent, unaware though they were, as if they were afflicted by a silencing charm.
Careful boy, the voice whispered stoically – voice like satin, unnatural against the silence – sending a shiver down Harry’s spine. The voice wasn’t cold, however, now that Harry focused on it. In fact, he would dare to say that it was almost comforting in spite of the warning that followed. The Gods mark your words.
Just like that, everything resumed.
"You filthy half-blood freak!” Harry found himself spitting as his anger reached its zenith. If the situation weren’t so dire he would be shocked at himself; he had never held any stock in blood supremacy, and he certainly would never consider someone a freak as an insult. The connection of that word to his aunt and uncle was to close for his liking, and yet the words continued to spew forth from him as if a dam had burst, releasing years of pent-up rage.
“You think yourself a Lord of Magic when all you are is a fraud, a hypocrite...” Harry taunted him, spitting the tittle mockingly. “What would your loyal Death Eaters think of their precious Lord if they knew the truth?” He leered at Voldemort threateningly, and in challenge. “Come on then, tell them – tell them how their Dark Lord is a Half-Blood orphan so weak and afraid that he begged Albus Dumbledore to let him stay at Hogwarts and not go back to the orphanage.”
He watched in cold satisfaction as Voldemort stopped in shock as Harry spilled his dirty little secrets, one after the other. He watched smugly the myriad of emotions play over the creatures face: shock, confusion, anger, hate; but the sweetest of them all was the fear. He knew Voldemort’s secrets and he feared him for it. It had been only the briefest of flashes, covered immediately by rage, but he had seen it. “The truth is that I am twice the Wizard you’ll ever be; at least both my parents were magical, even if one of them is a mud blood…”
“That’s it isn’t it?!” Harry asked rhetorically, as if he had discovered the answer to some great mystery. “I’m a threat to you and to your power in some way. You fear me don’t you Tom – “
Before it even registered there was a loud boom and Harry was sent flying. “Bombarda Maxima!!” Tom’s shrill infuriated shriek reached his ears as he hit the ground with a hard, dull thud, wincing when he heard several loud bone-snapping cracks. Yeah, that was going to smart in the morning… “Avada Kadavra!”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the end. It never came; instead he heard a series of thuds, one, two, three, four, five and six… Opening his eyes he saw six bodies lying lifelessly in the dark: Crabb, Goyle, McNair, Nott, Malfoy, and to his horror even Pettigrew. It wasn’t that he had any attachment to the man, but without him any chance Sirius had at freedom was almost non-existent. However, it did make sense. No matter how useful those six individuals may have been Tom would rather see them dead then to know the truth.
“…And how did you come to know this information Harry Potter?” Tom asked in an eerily calm tone which immediately set warning bells off in the boy’s head.
Harry looked up at his opponent with a defiant smirk. “Funny you should ask me that,” he said in an attempt to sound casual as he struggled to get to his feet – using a large chunk of the obliterated Angel of Death statue that held him previously as a support. The effect was ruined by the hacking, wheezing cough the action elicited. “You told me yourself,” harry admitted he panted raggedly, pointedly ignoring the burning in his chest and the dark shine of blood on the grass at his feet.
Harry saw something then in Tom’s eyes and he knew he was out of time. Despite all of his bravado he was in trouble. He was hurt and something about his response had set Tom off, he was done playing games, face as cold as stone. He looked around himself searching for a route of escape. He obviously considered the port-key, but disregarded it just as quickly. He’d never make it to the thing in time and he doubted he could summon the thing, it would be too easy and after his little stunt with his broom the judges probably took precautions.
Harry sighed dejectedly. He could run, but Tom would shoot him dead before he made it a foot and a half. Only option is to fight then, he concluded sardonically. Of course! He cursed his luck, yet he would be damned if he went down without a fight. No matter how pitiful it might be… He reached into his pocket for his wand and felt nothing. God damn it, what the Fuck am I going to do now? My wand is gone! He was well and truly fucked.
            You could always ask for help, the voice responded again, unsolicited in the corner of his mind. It spoke as if it were stating the obvious and Harry nearly spoke verbally, exclaiming his dumbfounded shock.
It sounded so simple and yet Harry didn’t think that asking a voice in your head to help you fight and escape a madman bent on killing you was a good idea. If there’s one thing that he’s learned in his time among the wizards and witches it’s to never listen to the voices in your head. Still, he conceded – second-guessing himself. Listen to the voice that says it will help you and potentially die, or ignore it and die for sure? In the end, even he knew it wasn’t a choice. ….What do I have to do?
He took a deep, painful breath, hardening his resolve and looked at Tom, speaking loudly and with conviction. “Father Thanatos, primordial Master of the Nether and Reaper of Souls, thy degenerate son calls upon you. Bless me and mine offering as I slay mine enemy!”
He felt stupid as he spoke, the idea that he was speaking to Death frightening him at first, but as he spoke he grew more and more confident. He felt the power in the words, more power than he had ever felt before. He felt the link in the back of his mind solidify; felt the power spread through him, fill him. It felt as if he had been submerged in ice water, yet wrapped in a comforting embrace. His body went numb and the pain faded to nothing. Knowledge flooded his mind and it was infinite and glorious; he knew that no matter how he tried that he could never retain it all.
Tom drew back preparing to strike the boy and end his existence one and for all, but stopped when he heard the boy speak the ancient invocation. No, it wasn’t possible, yet he felt dread as he saw the sigil appear above Harry’s head – a bloody inverted triangle, enclosed in a circle and wreathed in sickly green flames.
Tom's fear got the better of him and he lashed out. "Avada Kadavra," he roared sending a bolt of death energy to strike Harry. He was Lord Voldemort, he would not die at the hand of this child!
“Pathetic,” Harry said with calm disgust and smirked darkly. As if of their own accord, green threads appeared before Harry weaving themselves into a matt-like shield absorbing the curse. The threads began to unweave themselves and change form into long thin needles that launched toward the black-robed figure.
Tom grit his teeth to keep his temper and with an angry, haphazard flourish of his wand Cedric’s body flew between them, intercepting the needles and impaling Cedric. Harry growled as the summoning spell ended and the Hufflepuff’s body hit the ground. He could see the puncture wounds through the boy’s body, slowly seeping blood.
The other wizard smirked when he saw Harry’s façade crack and pressed on, “Fiendfyre!” A giant serpent slithered from Tom’s wand onto the ground, the field catching fire wherever it touched.
Harry took an involuntary step backwards, the heat was immense. Steam literally curled off of Harry due to the vast temperature difference. He glanced at Cedric’s body as the flames caused by the beast crept closer. Extending his hand, palm up and fingers extended out, he blew a puff of air in Cedric’s direction and the boy was surrounded by a ring of green flame that extended fifteen feet high. When the Fiendfyre serpent touched the ring it roared, rearing back as if in pain and thrashed angrily, catching more of the cemetery alight.
He leapt backwards putting more distance between them and met the older wizard’s eye. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to show respect the dead,” he asked as he dodged another blow. With a snap of his fingers the glowing green threads sprung up out of the ground like vines and ensnared the beast. It struggled and strained to free itself, and Harry watched as Tom strained in kind, but to no avail. He cupped his hand and it ignited in green fire. He pushed more and more into it making it glow brighter, and he threw it at the creature. It writhed and shrieked in agony as the emerald flames consumed its body and Tom was forced to relinquish the spell, and the serpent fell to the ground with a booming crash before it was extinguished.
Tom was enraged, panting from exertion, sweat covering his face and shining in the light of the fire. He started the strike again, but was stopped by the thread-vines that had leapt up to restrain him, squeezing ever tighter as he struggled.
Harry sauntered toward Tom intent to finish this once and for all. You cannot kill him, not yet, Thanatos informed him. Harry quirked a mental brow inquiring of this fact. He has anchored himself to the mortal plane, he will remain until they are no more – crude though they are.
Can you tell me where these items are, what they are, he asked already knowing the answer. That would be easy, wouldn’t it?
I cannot, Thanatos said ignoring his sarcastic asides. You can, however, diminish him. You have thrice now defeated your enemy, he explained. By ancient law you can claim all of his family holdings and magic’s by rite of conquest.
Harry considered this. It was true that he held no personal interest in such things, but he also knew that they meant power and any power that he could take from the monster before him was fair game. Plus, he’d sworn that he would be strong and in the realm of magic power was strength.
As if sensing his intent – which Harry conceded that it probably did – Magic revealed the words to him. “Goddess Hecate I beseech thee, stand witness to my claim,” he began and felt the magic of the ritual begin to build. “I, Harry James Potter, Scion of the house of the House of Potter, lay claim to the house of Salazar Slytherin and all that which is its by rite of conquest, so mote it be!”
When Harry touched the bound wizard the magic reached a crescendo and an aura enveloped the two. “No!” Tom raged trying to fight the magic as it drained him, flowing into Harry. “I swear by the Powers Potter, you will pay for this – I will kill you Potter!”
Harry heard his voice, but paid it no mind, it was as if it were lost in the crash of waves. It was a current of ebbs and flows all convergent on him. He lost himself to it, it seemed to go on for an eternity – it was timeless. Over a Millennium of power and it was all his now. It was easy to see what attracted Tom to it.
As with all things, however, it eventually came to an end and he returned to reality. He exhaled loudly as he opened his eyes, looking around. It’s dark again; the land barren and scorched, but dark – the influx of all that magic must have extinguished the flames. Tom’s body lays at my feet, unconscious, but I assume alive – mores the pity, and I suddenly feel exhausted.
The only fire still burning was the emerald flame the still protected Cedric’s body. Interesting, he would have to look into that when he had time. Right now though, he had to get Cedric and get out of there. He made his way to the enclosure, stumbling slightly. He studied it for a moment before shrugging, it had responded to his will before. Concentrating, he waved his hand willing the flames to part, pleased when they fanned and parted letting him pass.
He looked from the body to the port-key for a moment and sighed, grabbing Cedric he pulled, slowly walking backwards dragging him toward the cup, leaving a tiny track of blood in his wake. “I’m sorry,” he panted to Cedric for being so rough with his corpse.
Body aching he reached to grab the cup, his last thought was, I hate Port-keys…

Luna Lovegood was a simple, if slightly odd thirteen year old girl from Ravenclaw– Nutters more like, if you listened to her classmates. Loony Lovegood they called her as they taunted her, laughed at her dreamy expression, bottle cap earrings and radish neckless, but she didn’t hold it against them. In fact, she envied them and their simplicity as much as she pitied them.
It would all change tonight, the birdies told he so, so she was content. So she sat listening, idly waiting for the Champions to return. Some of the girls chattered, gossiping about who would win and who they wanted to win. “It’s got to be Krum, I mean come on –“Ophelia Rushden said as if it should be obvious. “He’s a professional athlete, a maze will be no issue for him. Plus he’s Hot.” She giggled the last bit as if she had said something scandalous.
Harriet Ellesmere laughed tacitly agreeing with her friend’s statement, but argued. “You can’t use that as the basis of your statement. Hotness has no bearing on physical ability; I’ll concede the athleticism, but if you’re gonna use that to measure then why not Cedric Diggory? Besides, physical prowess has little to do with Magical Skill.”
“Oh come off it, you’re just still bitter Krum asked The Beaver to the Ball and not you,” the girl’s friend needled her friend. “Although you have a point.”
“I know, I can’t believe that! Who would ask Granger? I mean if she’d tone it down she might make it here in Ravenclaw, but there’s a difference between being Smart and being a bossy know-it-all nag,” Harriet said put out at the thought of the Gryffindor girl. “You don’t think her and Potter…”
Ophelia looked at Harriet like she’d just admitted she had a flobber-puss infection. “Oh gods, I hope not I don’t know wh – “
“Potter's made it out!"
The shout came from further down the stands, drawing people's attention and everyone suddenly went quiet for a moment, all of their eyes turning to the center of the arena. Then the silence broke, the Gryffindor’s the first to cheer the return of their triumphant housemate, but Harry barely noticed. Still high off the adrenaline, Harry looked around him frantically for a moment trying to get his bearings. “He’s – Voldemort – cemetery –“he shouted in disjointed exhaustion before class into the ground next to Cedric unconscious.
Everyone froze as they finally took in the site and print them, Harry and Cedric both lying on the ground unconscious, and it finally registered, what Harry had said. All at once panic erupted, the students shouted and the teachers, rushed forward to aid the following students - Madame. Pomphrey as always leading the pack. Everyone waited with bated breath for the teachers’ diagnosis, both eager and concerned, wanting to know what happened inside the maze." He's dead," Madame Pomphrey whispered in shock as she checked on Cedric first. Unfortunately for the professors, her voice carried across the extended silence loud enough for all to hear.
This declaration caused the students to explode again, some in fear and shock and others in fierce debate. Someone had died in the tournament! They knew that people died in this tournament, what made it exciting, but how had Cedric Diggory died?
Seeing the chaos among the students began to evolve. Minerva McGonagall acted. Turning to face them. He quickly cast and amplifying charm on herself." Prefects and Heads, please calmly and quickly escort. All students back to the appropriate dormitories." Those who knew her knew her could tell that although it sounded like she meant what he said." We will keep you informed as soon as we do more."
Without further ado, the students got to their feet - six prefects, both boy and girl and the two Head students, Percy Weasley and Penelope Clearwater, and that may begin to direct the students back to their dormitories.
Luna Lovegood was smiling the whole way… While no is paying attention to her Luna ducked away, slipping around the corner. The little butterfly would need her help, she knew. She watched silently as the professors, ministry personnel and the amusing black grim the followed Harry around everywhere - she grinned in acknowledgment of that fact, she didn't think that Harry even knew he was being followed - made their way through the halls with Harry levitating between them, and arguing amongst themselves.
She knew she wouldn't have to wait long. Madame Pomphrey was a fiercely territorial woman and she didn't like anyone in her ward, especially while she was dealing with a sick patient.
She was right, of course, but she wasn't surprised about that. No more than ten minutes later, the same group, made their way back through the halls looking slightly disgruntled, no doubt at being thrown out, but she noticed that a couple members of that particular party were missing - one was Harry's four-legged friend, that was no surprise, and the other… Oh, she understood now.
When the coast was clear. She moved from her hiding spot, quickly, making her way toward the infirmary. When she got there she stood in the doorway watching unnoticed as Professor Moody was limping his way to Harry's bedside mumbling to himself, the grin growling immobile at the foot of the cot." What was Potter," the man growled quietly." What was he like to stand before the dark Lord, to face him, to be instrumental in his return?" Moody sounded positively giddy at the idea." How did he survive? Oh well, it doesn't matter…" He drew his wand and named it at Harry's heart." You serve your purpose."
“I wouldn't do that if I were you," Luna said in a singsong voice. Mood whipped around, bringing his wand to bear and intent to curse her but before he could even raise his wand - with deceptive skill - Luna pushed him backwards and off-balance. He fell backwards, hitting the bed and making it move several centimeters on impact, and when he was down she grabbed him by the throat." Hurting sick people isn't very nice," she sang in contradiction to her actions.
Moody gurgled and spat in shock and anger as he struggled against the small little blonde girl who tightened her grip threateningly. Suddenly, a force overtook him and his eyes widened in shock and terror and images poured from him for Luna to watch like a movie reel: images at his past and present, the truth of his identity as part, Mr. Crouch Junior, how his mother had taken his place in Azkaban prison and his father had stolen his will from him, how he had helped Voldemort and his actions during World Cup, and how he had manipulated Harry through the tri-Wizard tasks. All of this in the space of a moment as madness overtook him and he screamed in horror, fear and agony.
As a result of the loss of the hold on his sanity Barty Crouch’s grip on his magic also failed, as evidence the spells he had cast on and around Harry began to fail, first the petrification charms cast on Harry and the dog, and then the silencing charm and the notice me not flickered and died. Because of this, Marty screams filled the hospital ward drawing the matron's attention.
“What in the name of Merlin is going on here," Madame Pomphrey yelled in outrage and concern as she marched double-page toward her. Patient bed - forgetting that she herself had a firm rule against yelling in the infirmary.
Snuffles yelped and jumped up into Harry's lap as the boy told Madame Pomphrey what had happened. “It was the professor, Madame Pomphrey." He told her as he embraced Snuffles, petting him in an effort to soothe both himself and the dog. Madame Pomphrey glared at the grim, but said nothing as Harry continued." When everyone left, as he questioned me about Tom he petrified me and Snuffles, ranted about his resurrection and my part in it and how he wished he could've seen it."
“That’s not Professor Moody," Luna told him plainly." That is Bartimus Crouch Junior under polyjuice potion. It should be wearing off soon." She reassured him with a smile.
Three heads snapped to the side to look at Luna in surprise, and she just smiled. Madame Pomphrey looked at the occupants of the room, first her patient and his dog, then, and finally the man sitting on the floor muttering nonsense and rocking back and forth, screaming occasionally and then going quiet again. Coming to a decision. She pulled her wand and quickly bound the man. Jogging back her desk in the back office, she found a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a note on it, explaining what happened and telling the headmaster become quickly when the Aurors arrived. With a wave of her wand. The parchment folded itself like an origami into the shape of a toad, and hopped off quickly through and out of the infirmary and toward the headmaster's office.
Task finished she rushed back into the ward, eying the alleged imposter suspiciously." I never…" She muttered outraged at the situation and the danger presented to the students on a regular basis. Although while waving her wand fiercely performing diagnostic spells on Harry and Luna." Are you too alright," she asked needlessly even as the diagnostic told her that they were perfectly fine, although Harry still suffered from core exhaustion.
Neither of them bothered to answer the healer, she obviously didn't require one as she continued to check them over. Harry looked at the blonde girl at his bedside, and then spoke." Thank you, I owe you my life." He told her this in disbelieving sincerity." I don't even know your name."
Luna smiled and held out her hand to pet Snuffles, giggling when he panted happily and licked her hand." You nothing Harry Potter," she said matter-of-factly never taking her attention off of Snuffles, who enjoyed the attention all too much." My name is Luna Lovegood. Who is your friend?" She nodded her head indicating Snuffles.
Harry looked confused for just a moment before he realized who she meant." Oh, this is Snuffles." He smiled and patted the dog's neck as he barked happily." He's my best friend." The two sat in an oddly companionable silence for a few minutes, considering the gibbering man sitting on the floor who had tried to kill him just moments ago." What did you do to him, Harry asked and wonder and horror.
“I showed him the Snorkacks," she told him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world - giggling.
Harry looked at Luna for a moment and shivered." Well, thank you anyway," he said weakly.
“Oh, I wanted to give you this." She reached into her bag, which Harry had noticed and pulled out a small plastic baggie that looked like it had little squares of cookie dough in it.
“What is it?" Harry took the baggie and examined it curiously. He had never seen it before, but he was not about to turn down something from a girl who had saved his life.
It's ambrosia, Thanatos's voice whispered in his head. Be careful with it, it is the food of the gods. Although in small doses it can heal a demigod.
“It’s a special kind of healing medicine," Luna told him." Danny gave me some before the school year."
Harry looked at it and thought for a moment. Ambrosia, the thought with foreign yet exciting to him. He was holding the food of the gods, he wondered at how much power these little innocuous things held. Wait, ‘Daddy ‘gave them to her, did that mean that when his father was a God? He looked at Luna and back at the ambrosia again and shrugged." Thank you very much Luna." He reached into the bag and pulled out a small square before taking a bite of it amid Madame Pomphrey’s objections about unknown substances. For a moment. Nothing seemed to happen and then it was like there was a gentle, cool breeze of air around him - not physically of course, but he felt it all the same - and I won't feel his body and his energy returned, seeming to seep back into him." Wow," he claimed a bit breathlessly." Thank you Luna."
“You’re very welcome…"
Harry was handing the ambrosia back to Luna when a small troop entered the infirmary like a herd of elephants, consisting of headmaster Dumbledore, the Minister of Magic, a stern looking woman who looked to be in her early to mid-40s to Harry, but then again with wizards you can never tell and she had a group of people behind her, that area seemed more Aurors.
“Is everything all right Poppy," Dumbledore asked concerned and turned to face the accused when she nodded her head affirmatively." Oh Alastair," Dumbledore shook his head sadly and disappointment - his lips pressed into a thin line.
“That is not Alastair Moody," Luna repeated as she had said earlier.
“Yes, Madame Pomphrey said that you had claimed as much, but do you have proof of this?" The middle-aged woman said slowly. She did not want to blatantly accuse the girl, but without evidence the accusation would come to very little.
"Even if I don't, you still have the eyewitness testimony of two people that he attacked a student," Luna said even if she was nodding. It didn't matter anyway, as if on cue, the madman's skin begin to ripple as if it were water and he began to change: his hair grew darker, changing lengths. He grew taller and wirier, changing his appearance entirely.
There were several gasps shock and surprise as Bartamus Crouch Junior did indeed sit on the floor in front of them muttering like a madman." Good Lord Dumbledore," the minister said in his usual way - like he was about to have a heart attack." In a school full of children no less, what are you thinking!"
Harry and Luna watched as without being told, four Aurors came forward and none too gently hoisted the man up off the floor and out of the room. It was then that the stern faced woman spoke again." Harry, Madame Pomphrey told us what happened in her note, but would you mind telling us again?" She spoke kindly to Harry despite her stern demeanor. “My name is Amelia by the way
Harry sighed, already tired of the days event and the constant questions, but he understood the reasons and that Amelia was only doing her job. So Harry grudgingly told his story again. He told her of how Bartamus had said that he wanted to stay after they had all left the first time because he had said that he wanted to make sure that Harry suffered no ill effects himself, Moody always being the paranoid one as he was. Harry told him of how he had been petrified and bound to the bed as the man had gone on and on about the glory of the dark Lord, and the honor it was to witness his resurrection.
Harry noticed that is he still to this the minister began to become more and more irate and flustered." And then Luna came in and took him by surprise, he must have hit he said when he fell." Harry may be naïve but he didn't think it was a good idea to tell them the Bartamus had gone insane when touched him."… Can I go now, it's been a long day and I'm hungry."
Madame Pomphrey immediately moved to object." You most certainly may not," she said adamantly." You are suffering magical exhaustion, you are not getting out of bed."
Harry whinnied putting on the patient bored teenager act, which to be fair was half true." Oh come on, I'm fine! Especially after that stuff Luna gave me."
“Oh yes, because I trust whatever that is." She said sarcastically.
Harry realized his mistake as soon as he had said it, and wanted to slap himself." And what would this stuff be?"
“Oh, it's just something daddy gave me for healing," Luna said breezily not at all concerned.
“Young lady," the minister said harshly." Possession of unregulated potions is illegal. That'll have to be complicated."
Luna looked at the minister flatly." You can try," she said matter-of-factly. There was no anger in her voice but the blasé demeanor have before was gone as well." And then daddy and I will sue the Ministry for general theft, theft of intellectual property, and theft of the secrets of the noble house."
Harry looked in shock and couldn't help himself, and grinned madly. Meanwhile, the minister huffed and puffed and turned red blustering infinitely." Besides, it wasn't a potion," Harry added just to rub it in.
Dumbledore chose to intervene and try and salvage the situation before it eroded completely." If there is nothing else,” he said slowly. “Perhaps it would be a good idea to let the children go be fed and watered. I believe that you know the way to the kitchen. Harry," Dumbledore inquired.
Harry raised his eyebrow curiously, but nodded nonetheless." I'll help just to be sure, and we will be back if he needs anything." She looked at Madame Pomphrey reassuringly as he said this, and matron just sighed in defeat and nodded her assent.
“Great," Harry exclaimed happily as he hoisted himself out of bed and made his way toward the door, nodding to Luna as he went." Come on Snuffles, food," he whistled sharply and a large black dog bound out of bed with the bark.
And that was the end of that. Harry, his new friend Luna and Snuffles went off in search of the kitchen, leaving four confused and irritated adults.

End Notes:
Okay, so that is the end of chapter 1. Hopefully, you too will be out soon, but I make no promises about at the speed. I do however use Dragon dictation software, which is very good and very fast. So with any luck it will be out quickly enough.
Again, feel free to review and comment about anything and everything, I read and try and respond to them all because I know I hate it when I review and authors don't answer. It should be fairly obvious, but bonus points to anyone who can tell me who Luna’s God parent is, and/or what the power Harry used in the graveyard was (Don’t look it up! Lol)
Until Next time Lovelies

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