Evan Jeremiah Arlyn …12…wizard…son of Poseidon.

Chapter one: Saving Tammie Karin.

A twelve year old boy sighed warily as he wandered through the streets of his home town – Little Whinging, Surrey – wondering just when he would be able to get out of this damned place. He knew that Dumbledore didn't want him to leave at all beside for school for 'his own safety' but even if no dark wizards could get him here it didn't mean that he was actually safe with his Uncle.

He felt as though the old man was trying to keep something important from him, which is why he had planned an appointment at the bank (Gringotts) because he knew nothing about the inheritance that had been life – even other orphans he knew from the last war knew what had been left to them even if they couldn't access them because they had a magical-relative to look after them.

Not to mention the fact that James wasn't even his real father like everyone made out – seriously he had found that one out by a trip to Godric's Hollow with his Aunt at the age of eleven, not that he had told her what he had found. He had found a letter to him in the destroyed nursery telling him that James wasn't his biological father but loved him as his own, that he would find out the truth in time or if he was lucky not at all until he was old enough to properly defend himself.

He knew that his name wasn't really Harry James Potter but he didn't know what it really was, Harry was just the cover name that they had given to him so that he wouldn't be even more of a target than he already was.

Sigh.

He was knocked out of his thoughts as a girl collided with him and almost sending them both to the floor if only for his quick reactions and steady balance that had only gotten better with Quidditch. Steading her, Harry pushed her back and looked at the terrified face and held her tightly as she tried to run again,

"Kid, what's wrong?"

"M-monster…"

Frowning he looked into the shadows of the alley that was near and recoiled when something indeed did step out – grinning manically, he recognised it as myth…not one to doubt myths anymore he pushed the girl behind him and plucked the dagger that had been in her hands away,

"Well, well, what a treat." The monster growled stalking forward causing Harry to back-up slightly – he narrowed his eyes as he calculated how he was going to do this… "Two for one and you smell oh so powerful and yummy boy."

"Sorry to inform you," Harry smirked side stepping as the first attack was made, he pushed himself up onto the high wall that surrounded them with ease that showed practice as a child, "But I aint a snack!"

The Minotaur jumped at the wall but Harry back-flipped off it and landed behind the thing – swinging the blade around a little clumsily it sliced through the back of the monsters head like a knife through soft butter. The monster's body vanished in a pull of dust and ashes but the head remained.

"You defeated Minotaur…" The girl whispered in shock, Harry turned around quickly to face her nearly forgetting her presence. She was pale and shaking still, "You are a demigod too! Powerful he said…do you go to camp?!"

"What camp?" harry inquired frowning down at the head on the floor, the girl gasped once more and then as he glanced at her she looked horrified. "Any idea what I can do with this? And you'll need to explain the 'demigod' comment."
"Sacrifice it your Godly parent." She instructed seriously, Harry looked at her dubiously then shrugged – he passed her the dagger back (reluctant to give it to one so young). "It's called a spoil of war."

"I offer this spoil of war to my father whoever that may be," he said more on instinct, he knew that James wasn't his father (as he was thinking about earlier) and he wasn't one to doubt children's words. Sometimes that had the most clear view on the world than prejudiced adults.

The head faded away into nothing and Harry felt something akin to pride and…love? Wash over him, turning to the girl she shrugged and grabbed his hand telling him that she would explain when they got back to her house.

They arrived at the end house in Privet Drive that Harry had heard Petunia complaining about how the mother wasn't married with a child – not that it mattered to him, but around here it just wasn't 'acceptable'.

"Ma! I'm home!"

"IN THE KITCHEN DEARIE!"

"Come on, oh – I'm Tammie by the way." She finally introduced herself, he had told her his name a little while ago but she had been deep in thought. "ma! This is Harry, The Minotaur appeared and he saved me!"

"Another demigod dear?"

The woman in the kitchen had shoulder length blond hair and had a classic beauty about her – though Harry, if he had to guess, wouldn't have said that Tammie was her daughter, Tammie had dark-chocolate coloured hair and purle eyes unlike her mothers brown ones…the purple wasn't bright but it was there it looked more of an off-colour blue if you didn't bother to look.

"He could see the Minotaur," Tammie sighed sitting down at the table, Harry hovered just behind her wondering if he should just leave. "AND he used my dagger to get rid of it,"

"Er – what is a demigod?" he enquired breaking apart their musing, both turned to look at him with a strained smile. "Look – Aunt Petunia will be angry if I'm not back soon. I have a bank appointment to get to too…"

"A Demigod is Half-God Half-Mortal…what do you know of the Greek Gods?"

"A lot – my history teacher is obsessed." Harry shrugged thinking back to Professor Binns, the lesson wasn't actually that bad if you listened. Sure the homework was on Goblin wars but the lessons itself was on Greek Mythology. "I remember now, God or Goddess having children with mortals – like Hercules right?"

"Exactly! Do you know your parents?"

"Lily Potter – but she'd dead and she didn't write down who my father was." He sighed tiredly, "That's what the bank meeting is about, my heritage. I was adopted by James Potter – "

"Well – Tammie will take you to camp after that." The mother decided firmly, Harry went to object only to receive a harsh glare from her. "You need to train – as the monster said, you are powerful – I can tell that and I'm a mortal! Go and tell your aunt you've been invited to spend the rest of the summer at a camp…"
"She'd never accept it. She thinks I'm too dangerous to be out in the community."

"A behaviour camp then." Tammie added shrugging, the ten year old seemed so small be ordering him about. "Either way, I take you or Chiron will probably send someone over to collect you."