Prologue

Bright eyes looked up as they cooed at the soft smile that a woman above them gave. He reached out for the red hair, hoping to get held but to not be much to the babies ire.

Lily Potter stared at the small boy. She reached into the crib and placed a hand softly onto the admittedly softer cheek of the baby. The same one she had just adopted minutes ago to Dumbledore's urgent request. She frowned when she found her way to the lightning shaped scar on his forhead, tracing the scar softly making him giggle in ticklish humor making her lips twitch to a smile though her thoughts wondered how he got it. He was only a few months old at the least.

Her eyes turned to the door of the room, a creak noticeably creaking to the weight of someone entering the room-to see James with a frown upon his-(she admitted was one quality she never thought she would admit, just how handsome he was)-she came back to see how serious his handsome face was. "Lily, we need to talk."

Blinking it was her turn to frown and turn serious. "About what?" James Potters eyes glanced at the boy in the crib before back to his barely newly wedded wife. "Oh...we'll be back Harry, sit tight okay?" Lily spoke to their young charge  who grew sleepy as time passed before walking out of the room.

"Dumbledore said..." he paused as he fidgeted in his place-acting as if he were in trouble or if she was going to react angrily. "...He said that his parents were killed-but... Lily, I did a test while we were at Gringotts to set up his account-A blood test on the boy because I wanted to at least honor his parents...if he found out...." he started mumbling but the time he sat them down in their room, trying to calm his clammy hands clasping hers.

Lily looked into James eyes with her frowning growing, her heart beating in her chess in sickening anticipation. "What is it?" She asked her voice low, dread oiled heavily into her stomach like slimey ink.

Taking a deep breath to gain his will-and his composure to tell his wife the news, he spoke it out all in one breath. "His real parents are alive. Dumbledore stole him."

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"No!" Lily cried as she watched James fall limply on the stairs, the green flash her only sign of what spell had hit her husband. She climbed up without going to him, knowing she couldn't stop. She had to protect Harry now.

She ran into the room, her child's nursery and put the baby now a toddler that she was cradling to her chest-laying him down when the door burst opened. She whipped around to shield Harry putting her brave face on.

"Oh Lily...Poor Lily...you should have just kept your nose out of it....it would have all worked out. My small naive pawn in a way. My rise to more power once they're old enough!" He spoke low and menaceing, eyes sharply digging into her face. Growing high and breathy towards the end before he laughed boisterously. Her sharp green eyes glared at the old man in front of her, not saying a word as they stepped one foot into the room. "You and James both should have left it well alone, how dumb are you really? You always wanted one-and since well- You could have taken the boy as your own after-"

"Don't you dare speak about my child Dumbledore!!" She screamed at him as that was just-just so wrong to bring up but evil never cared. The venom in her voice-fell onto deaf ears.

Dumbledore sighed before he raised his wand. "You could have had a second chance with him. But...I guess that is on me. I should have been more wise in choosing-to who I trusted as the boys new guardians, a different approach would be the best." His hand rose showing off a long wahsed out piece of wood. His wand strongly pointing at her.

Lily's breath hitched just enough she knew it wasn't audlible-"You won't get away with this." Lily said as she stood tall as her breath came back to her, knowing her fate. "I cared for him like I would have my own, but it was wrong what you did-Everything you've ever done was wrong-. Harry will be back with his family one day, He will. You can't change fate, Dumbledore. So without further ado." Lily laughed as she  smirked wickedly. "Go fuck yourself." She stage whispered.

With a twitch he cast the killing curse with a loud angered shout-the disrespect he had felt he admonished-Lily screamed sharply before falling dead onto the rug.

Harry started crying then instinctively knowing what was happening, and not just his own magic tore the second story room up, someone else's-causing harm to Dumbledore with the shock and debri. While some also hit Harry enough to cause his second scar.

But even with the raw magic that occurred to prevent it, that night Harry was taken once again, and placed in the home he would eventually run away from.

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Standing, barely. Percy wanted to fall but he couldn't. He wouldn't. He shouldn't at least. But his knees felt like buckling from under his as he breathed in much needed air, the air of spilt blood-or tears....

His eyes were filling with tears himself as he looked over the carnage of the bodies of friends and children. The seven. Nico, Thalia. Only a few handful remained of both camps and that knowledge made the first sob break from his throat. Then the final cherry on top, Annabeth. His wise girl, crushed by the hands of Gaia before he could save her.

He rushed to her body again-he knew she was-he had heard her words before he had to join back into save who he could-but his hope felt like a sword pushing through his heart as he found her-limp and unmoving as he pushed away a curl from her bloodied-dirtied face. His breath caught in his throat as he took in all her features he knew well enough already-but it would be the last time he would see her.

"Go, live your life. Live for us...live for me? Okay Seaweed brain?"

The words echoed in his head. Finally he fell to his knees as another horrible weight was put on him, another weight of grief his mind supplied. His mother, Paul and his unborn sister were murdered before the battle had begun-something they hoped would weaken him only made him that much more angry-that much more detirmined to cause the gold to cover his skin- most the fights he was in were in a red fielded haze he knew would haunt him later.

His strength waned as he felt how his wounds aches, his adrenaline leaving him tired beyond his years. Wincing he pulled away to find he was bleeding profusely, red as bright as any. He had no strength to summon anything but the tears rolling down his face. He was angry, he thought it unfair, that he stood there...kneeled there, still breathing-as all around him the lives lost were the ones who should still be there. His friends...his wise girl.

He wanted to just stay there then, let his wounds take him out as he had no strength to even pay the gods any attention and just hoped they would let him do what he wanted.

But of course, the gods shuffled into his vision, and before he could even utter a word-or even a fuck off.

Zeus spoke. "We are granting you gifts, that will in turn make you a god, we are also turning what is left of both camps-the children left behind, immortal." His voice once strong and overpowering -but there he stood a broken and worn man with no anger towards him, no malice, nothing but a deep sadness, grief and regret.

"What if I don't want it?" Percy spoke slowly his anger spiking as he got ready to speak his mind, his voice gruff with the screaming he had done. The yelling of orders as he lead most of them the best he could at 17 years old-from the names he cried for.

"You have no choice. We aren't willing to let anymore children die anytime soon." Hestia moved forward her face pale as she gave one of  her favorite Demigods an apologetic look. She too looked worn, grief stricken and regretful-most the gods did. Ares looked around in anger not directed at him-along with Artemis. Hermes was slow and looked weakened-Apollo had a dark look across his face as he stared into the ground. Just a few he was able to really glance at-most they were all ina similar state otherwise.

Blinking-Percy registered what was said and  stood angered before he felt his blood starting to boil, not from the anger but from the rapid blessings that came one after another, from red to thick melted gold. He removed his hands from his wound now healing itself to find that gold smeared over red-his anger spiked along with his heartbeat as he zeroed in on his father who was watching-a hopeful look turning shocked at the way his son looked at him-Before he knew it, he was falling forwards from his last step and into the world of Morpheus curtesy of Morpheus himself.

His final thought was that he needed to get far away from the gods when he came to, or otherwise he would make their lives a living Tartarus.

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I am the rewritor, adopter of this book from -GHOULwithAPULSE  their idea and I've taken it from there.

I've rewritten some parts/heavily edited. If see any mistakes let me know. 2/12/23rd a the last edit.

Go see the non edited if you want more-just beware things will be edited or added and or removed from that. So read at your own disclosure.

-Neko