Percy Jackson: An Endless of All

After my encounter, and fun four-some with Apollo, Poseidon, and Chris. I went back to doing my duties in the Dreaming realm. Next thing, I knew, Centuries passed, and the world turned.

The Island of Naxos, once a secluded sanctuary of mourning and reverence, transformed into a thriving bastion of magical serenity. From the bloodline of Eirenaios, son of Dream and Apollo, generations flourished, tethered to the sacred island. The temple of Orpheus, still standing with eternal silence, was now adorned with vines that bloomed only at night—flowers that sang faint lullabies in his memory.

Towering above the cliffs stood Potter Castle, chiseled from dream-stone and marble, touched by the magic of Dream himself. Each generation of Potters lived within its halls, protected by wards crafted from godhood, memory, and lore.

Among them roamed Leukos, a massive, immortal dire wolf, standing twenty feet tall like a giant that can tower over a two-story high house. Born from moonlight and bound to Eirenaios' descendants, Leukos patrolled the island endlessly, his eyes reflecting not just the sea, but the future. Wherever the head of Orpheus rested, Leukos stood guard because he was the closest to Eirenaios's scent.

To maintain Potter Castle and the sanctity of the grounds, house-elves were bonded through respectful, honored contracts—servants not of slavery, but of devotion. They lived happily, were treated with reverence, and shared in the island's peace. You could see to this current day they are wearing little butler suits and maid uniforms that they hand-made themselves. 

The elves, along with the priests and priestesses' descendants, help care for some magical creatures that made Naxos their home. Like the unicorns, pegags, and pegmy dragons that would be thought of as extinct in later years, and other rare magical creatures as well.

Far from Naxos, across the churning sea, the age of magical institutions began to form. The great school of Hogwarts, named after a pig with warts, was founded in 990 A.D.—a place that would someday become the crucible of the wizarding world's greatest legends, and later the downfall of magical education and intelligence of the magical people of Britain.

A whisper of Naxos reached those four founders, and though no Potter walked Hogwarts' halls at that time, the island's sacred magic was known among the old, wandering wizards of the world. No one dared to even set foot on this island.

On the island of Naxos, in the castle made by the hands and magic of Eirenaiuos, a child was born—Linfred of Stinchcombe, in the year 1231 A.D. A brilliant mind with a gentle heart. As he came of age, he wandered into the world exploring and learning the healing arts and his passion for potion making. Eventually, he would settle in Godric's Hollow.

There, his skills in healing and herb lore earned him the nickname "The Potterer." Eventually, he shortened it to Linfred Potter, founding the modern surname. In his Grimoire—a gift enchanted by Dream himself—he wrote his early discoveries, from Skele-Gro to Pepperup Potion. However, he was always careful with the grimoire and kept it in Potter Castle in Naxos. To this day, the potter's still get revenue and commissions from the skele-gro and pepper-up potions. 

There, Linfred will meet his wife and have seven children.

Linfred's eldest son, Hardwin Potter, was born into wealth and wisdom, along with six siblings. He was born on the year of 1248 A.D. He later married Iolanthe Peverell, granddaughter of Ignotus Peverell, keeper of the Invisibility Cloak. This cloak, blessed by Thanatos, the Greek god of peaceful death, was originally a boon for Ignotus' unwavering mercy and selflessness. 

Upon their marriage, the cloak became an heirloom, passed down to the firstborn of every generation. The Grimoire, still enchanted, updated itself magically: "The Cloak is more than fabric. It is a promise of silence, mercy, and shadow. Respect it."

As the world changed, so too did I.

I went on to meet Shakespeare beneath a pale moon, guiding his quill with whispered dreams. I watched Da Vinci sketch the unconscious mind. I walked beside Beethoven, deaf to the waking world but alive in the Dreaming.

And through it all, I kept my eyes on the Potters.

Born during the height of magical elegance, Ralston Potter rose to become a member of the Wizengamot,between the years of 1612 to 1659. he was revered for his fairness and love for the non-magicals, magicals, and magical creatures. He led with compassion, and guarded Naxos like his ancestors before him.

A distant cousin of Ralston, Abraham Potter was born under stars that whispered of distant lands, in the year 1633 A.D. In 1650, at just 17, after graduating from Hogwarts, he crossed the ocean and settled in the New World. There, he founded the American Potter Line, warding the Massachusetts land he acquired from the gold he got from the main potter line as an inheritance. With Greek wards fused with his ancestral magic to protect his new home in a new land.

Abraham became one of the first twelve Aurors in what would later become MACUSA, founded in 1693. His property was among the many magical families who moved to the new world for a fresh start.

In the year 1659, I stood again on Naxos, with Ralston Potter beside me.

"I wish for Abraham to have access to the island," I said, my robes trailing in the dreamlight wind. "To the library. To Orpheus. To the truth, and the grimoe." The grimore always stays on Naxos and in the Potter's Library, heavily secured because of an incident where a magical family with the last names of Black, Weasly, and Pewett, Nott, Flint, and some others wanted to steal it. which lets say they had nightmares every day for a month and paid a heavy fine to the Potter family.

Ralston agreed. So did Abraham.

I carved a dream-warded gateway, ancient and beautiful, linking the two Potter family properties in Naxos and Massachusetts. Only those with the blood of Eirenaios may walk it. And it would whisper their dreams to me, no matter the sea between us.

So many centuries.

So many names.

And then, a name returned: Orpheus Hardwin Potter II was born in 1781 A.D.

Born in 1781, he bore not just the name, but the grace, the curiosity, and the spark of the old blood. His birth marked something special. The dreaming winds turned on Naxos. Orpheus' head glowed for the first time in a century.

The line of Eirenaios was surging again.

By this era, Mount Olympus no longer resided in Greece. As the center of civilization shifted, so too did Olympus, following the flames of belief and cultural power. Now, it was nestled within the skies above Britain and France, unseen by mortals, surrounded by myth, modernity, and arrogance.

The gods watched.

Some still remembered the curse Dream once cast on them. Others remembered his pleasure.

But all knew: the Dreaming had not weakened.