Title: Calling in Old Friends
Summary: Set in the summer before Harry's fifth year. Harry, getting sick and tired of feeling like he's out of the loop, calls upon Sadie and Carter Kane along with his real father; Severus Snape. He finds out more than he bargained for and Harry is determined to do things his way, with help of course. Crossover of the Kane Chronicles.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Riordan's characters and I'm not making anything from this.
Chapter 1: The Truth about Harry Potter
If people thought that my mum died to protect me then they're wrong. My mum is alive, thank you very much. No it was the magic that she put into a necklace that allowed me to survive. Old Tom Riddle isn't versed in Egyptian magic, which we can all be thankful for. I get no visions and have no connections to that vile man. The idea of him inside my head is enough, right now, to make me want to vomit. Of course Dumbledore doesn't want anyone writing to me and the mortal newspapers aren't helping matters.
It's like Tom is hiding and keeping a low profile.
"Get ahold of your father and those Kane siblings that you met two summers ago," Aunt Petunia suggested.
"Thanks, I'll do just that."
The demigods over at Camp Half-Blood had given the Kane siblings, me, and my father a way of communicating without the need of letters. I called Sadie Kane, hoping that she wasn't in the middle of some boring lecture of Cheese demons. Yes, they are a thing.
"Thank Horus that you called," Sadie said.
"I guess I called a good time," I remarked, grinning at her.
"My grandparents want to take me to get a dress, which I hate," she said, "So, what's up?"
"Tom Riddle has come back and I don't know what's going on," I told her. "And Dumbledore won't let any news leak."
"Carter mentioned that Walt talked about someone that had defied death," she said. "I'm guessing that this Riddle person is the one. Do you need any help from us?"
"That would be great," I told her. "And it gets you away from the dress."
"Have you contacted your father?"
"I don't know if he's with Riddle, or not," I told him, "Kind of worried in contacting him."
"Or he could have not taken it with him and so you can't contact him."
"I'll try and scurrying for him," I said. "If he's alone, and has the amulet, then I can contact him."
"I'll get my brother," she said and then the connection was broken.
I went up to my room and grabbed the bowl and a bottle of black ink. Two summers ago a man name Amos Kane came to visit, telling me that my father is alive and his name was Severus Snape. The only Snape that I knew was the dreaded Potions Master. It took me time to get use to the idea that not only was Snape my father, but that I was an Egyptian magician. My mum was also one as well and that she was alive, but away from the war. I thought that she had abandoned me, but she was the one that suggested the amulets in the first place and we spent plenty of time together in Cairo.
I poured the ink into the bowl and chanted the words that I needed. A line of color shot through my vision until it connected to the magician that I wanted. My father was in-fact with Tom. I sent a small message to him and I heard, "I'll tell you everything when I'm done" and the connection was broken.
"He's with Tom," I told aunt Petunia.
"That man is going to get himself killed," she said, "Hanging out with Anubis thorn."
"I'm sure he knows what he's doing," Vernon said.
"But his condition."
Unknown to even Dumbledore my father had been suffering from a blood curse, due to the fact that he was related to King Tut, who had been cursed by members of the priests of Amun-Ra for what his father had done. His mother didn't have it, it had come down through his father who hadn't done any magic. The House of Life did a ritual that fused Anubis inside of my father's body. With this war going on, like before, I feared that this would fuel Anubis rage and he would change into the god.
Kind of like being a werewolf.
"Hay, Harry," Dudley called out, breaking me away from my thoughts; and my worries.
"Yeah, what?" I asked him.
"I can tell that you're worried about your dad," he said.
"Yeah, I'm worried about him," I told him.
"Why don't you have a talk with Aunt Lily," he suggested. "I mean, she worries as much about him as you do."
"I think I'll do that," I said and I went back to my room.
I found my mum with a worried look on her face, but she accepted the connection and I told her about my worries.
"I agree with you, sweetheart," she said, "Even being over here I can feel Tom getting stronger. I'm worried that Severus won't be able to control Anubis."
"Will he become like Remus, losing his mind."
"I'm working something just in-case something like that happens," she said, "We have to expect that anything can happen."
One of the reasons that a magician never accepted being fully a host for a god is that the god could take control of them or they could give up their own control. So far my father hadn't done that, but Anubis was an ancient force, because he was death, and far more powerful. His full form could scare the living daylights out of anyone because everyone fears death because it takes you away from your love ones and your friends.
"Stay strong, Harry," my mum said, "Be brave, especially in these times."
"I will, mum," I promised and then I cut the connection.
Later that night my father scared the living daylights out of me. I was having such a nice dream when I felt a claw touch my arm and I bolted right out of my sleep. It took time for me to realize that my father was visiting and the claw was from Anubis.
"Dear gods, dad, you almost gave me a heart attack," I told him.
"Don't you have to have a heart to have an attack?"
"Oh very funny," I said and he grinned. "I need to turn on the light."
"No, I don't want your aunt to know that I'm here," he said, "Not that I'm not looking forward in visiting my sister-in-law and all that jazz. So what did you need?"
"First of all, how are you?" I asked him.
"Well," he said, "Tom has no idea that I'm still spying for the House."
"Thought you were spying for Dumbledore," I said and he snorted.
"I only agreed to do that to stay out of Azkaban. I spy for the House and our Pharaoh."
"Yeah, the whole bad life choices and stuff."
Yeah, I'm pretty okay with dad choice in life, since he's an adult and I'm a child and I'm not in the area of 'oh I made some good choices in my life.'
"If you weren't right, I would hit you," he said, "Yeah, bad life choices."
"Dad, what's going on?" I asked him. "No one is telling me anything and I have a feeling that the Kane siblings are going to be needed."
"Did you have a vision?"
I follow the path of Isis so I do get visions since it's all connected to magic.
"I saw flashes of objects, and they mean a lot to Tom. I think Isis is trying to tell me something."
"Dumbledore believes that the Ministry, and in the area of its leader, refuses to believe that Tom is back."
I knew this but I said nothing.
"Remember when your mum told you of my punishment that the last Lector, and not the one that tried to hunt and kill the Kane's, did to me?"
"Yes," I said, remembering that mum told me that he had told Tom half of the prophecy that had brought Tom to the Potter's house.
He had also been the one to redeem himself by providing her with the spell that enabled the amulets to be forged that protected not only her but me as well. The punishment was beyond horrible and I fear that it was going to lead to Anubis taking full control over my father's body.
"He wants it," my father said, "But he can't get to it because it's in a place called the Hall of Prophecies. Only those that are connected to the prophecy can get it. And, no, you're not going to go there to get it. The last thing that we need is for you to have it and he manages to get it from you."
"So this thing is at the Ministry and you think that he might try and find a way to get me to get it without revealing himself."
"Correct," he said, "And since the house destroyed the Horcrux that's inside your scar then he can't get you to go and get it."
"Horcrux, that's it dad," I said, "I think that's the vision is about. Those flashes of things that I see, and how much Tom cares about them, I think they're Horcrux's."
I saw my father's face go white.
"Son, if this is true then this explains how come he didn't die when he got hit by that spell," he said. "We can't let Dumbledore know about them. If they are Horcrux's then they're really well protected and might even have curses on them."
"Curses that will harm fools."
"Correct," he said. "Keep your head down and don't do any magic."
"Yes, father," I said and then he was gone.