The Tale of The Lost Warriors a PJO/HP Crossover

I Meet an Energetic Stranger with a Business Card (Harry)

My scar burned.

It was a familiar feeling, but I couldn't place why. Nothing recently seems to make exact sense.

I'm reaching for feelings and memories but I'm always coming up short.

Right now I'm just laying in my cabin trying to sleep. Though it's hard with my father's statue staring down at me.

Thalia has told me I can use her old space to sleep...but there is a presence there and it isn't hers. I don't feel comfortable taking over the area.

I took this opportunity to take out my piece of wood I found this morning.

I fiddle with it in my hands and waved it around.

That was a mistake...

When I waved the stick my bed sheets went flying and my bag flew through the air.

"Um...okay?" I asked myself as I sat up cautiously. I looked at the stick, "I wonder..."

I waved the stick directly at my shoes and sure enough they moved, "Cool."

The gods have given me a wand.

But...why? I looked at the statue of my father, "Father, can you explain this?"

"There is not much I can tell you," A voice behind me spoke. I turned around to see a man whom's likeness had not been captured in the cabin statue, "But I can help you with a small piece. I'm a god, the curse had no effect on me, but, if I say too much then people, your friends, can die."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Harry, you're not my son, you're not even a demigod. You're a wizard, Harry..."

Where have I heard that phrase before...it's so familiar... I thought to myself

"You're parents are Lily and James Potter. They died when you were a baby. You may not be a demigod but you are special. You need to help your friends remember who they are and figure out how to regain your memories. The fate of the universe is at stake. And be careful around Hazel, she's under threat, but she does know the truth. That's all I can reveal, I was only able to generate enough power to keep this conversation hidden from wandering ears for a short amount of time. Good luck, Harry," Zeus finished his speech and left me in shock and wonder.

That was a lot to take in, but he was the King of the gods, I couldn't not believe him.

But, who is Hazel? And how am I suppose to know which of the people here were my friends before. I have no clues about my past life except my parents names and that I'm apparently a wizard. There isn't much I can do about that.

I decided to take a walk in the woods to Zeus' Fist. On my way there I caught sight of a figure leaning against the tree almost like they were waiting for me.

When I got closer, I could see it was a man he was wearing all black, seeming leather like material. A long coat with a large collar, black cuffs with buttons, and underneath the coat a black leather vest, his pants we black as well as his boots, they had many laces.

"Hello, Dearie," the man greeted me with a smile in a perky voice laced with a very thick Scottish accent. He had longer light brown hair and was of older age.

"Um, hi? Are you lost sir?" I asked cautiously.

He gave an obnoxious and over enthusiastic cackle, bringing his voice up a pitch even, "No, no, no. I never get lost. I know about everything, everyone, and everywhere. How do you think I got through the barrier of you're little demigod safe haven?"

"Who are you?" I asked.

He brushed the question off, waving his hands, he moved towards me with a skip in his step, "Ohhhh, you know me, Harry. You've only forgotten. I can feel your desire for knowledge and I'm here to offer a deal. I restore your memories, you owe me a one favor whenever I decide to cash in the deal."

I hesitated, this was very weird, "Is this some sort of test from the gods?"

"Didn't your "not father" just tell you get your memories back? Come on! I'm handing them to you on a silver platter. No consequences. My magic and I exist in a separate plain from those wanting to hurt you and your friends. I don't have to follow the rules. I can give you anything you want. All I want is one small favor whenever I desire it," the man slowly had gotten closer to me. He was creeping behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

He was right, Zeus did tell me to get my memories back. But was I that desperate to sign a deal to owe this man a favor, whatever it may be.

I didn't think I was that desperate yet. Maybe...maybe later if I still cannot figure out what is going on. But for now, I'm not making any deals.

"Thanks for the offer. But I'm going to rain check. I'm going to figure this out on my own," I told the man.

He scowled, "Fine, your loss, Dearie. Here." He handed me a business card printed on weathered old fashioned paper, "If you change your mine. Which you will! Here's my card. Just say the word three times and I'll appear. Good luck." in a cloud of smoke the man disappeared.

"The hell?" I looked at the card, it was blank. What did he mean about saying the word on it three times.

Still I put the card in my pocket, maybe I would need it at some point. I'd be crazy to dismiss a supposedly all powerful magical being.

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Bro, i have no motivation. I don't know why, I know where I want this to go but i am having so much trouble getting there. Please send me feedback <3

~Daughter of Poseidon