AN: Hey! Critiscism is appreacited! The story will be Annabeth/Harry and Percy/Hermione. Peace!

Harry Potter was having the worst summer ever. And that was the understatement of the century. He was a wizard fresh out of his first year at Hogwarts, and his uncle and aunt locked his stuff under a cupboard.

They beat him to the point here he was unconscious. He was laying on his bed, and he had the weirdest dream. Two people were standing in this huge botanical garden. They were both women. Once was tall, and proud looking. She had black hair and eyes. Her eyes were sharp and made Harry feel exposed. She had a rainbow cloak and a staff tipped with a lotus flower.

The other looked like a 12 year old. She had auburn hair that was tied into a ponytail and a silver winter jacket and pants. She had yellow moonish eyes. He could easily tell that two were arguing.

"-relatives beat him! He's unconscious right now, Mother! I would have never accepted you into the mother role in my head if it resulted in a son! Do you have any clue how mad dad will be when he realizes?! " The shorter girl ranted.

"Hush Artemis," The taller woman said. "He is with us here, now. We must explain to him that Annabeth is coming for him so he isn't hostile towards her." The woman said and turned to Dream Harry.

"Hello, my son. I am Hera, Queen of Olympus, and this is my daughter, Artemis. We are your mothers. The circumsatnces under which you were born are unprecedented. As you know, my husband Zeus has affairs with women. Artemis is technically not my daughter." Hera sighed and looked like she aged 100 years in the process. "For years I had try to get over my hate. It was impossibly hard, having evidence of your husband's unfaithfulness. We both talked about it and began to love each other like a mother and daughter should. When this happened, a child was born from my head. We have beem hiding you this whole time. This is what you should look like." She conjured a mirror and Harry gasped at what he saw.

His hair was..amzing. His hair itself was like spun obsidian, each thread falling perfectly, weaving together into curls that framed his tanned face. His eyes were blue and white and silver, and they appeared to be swirling like a whirlpool. He was taller, and had quite a bit more muscle. His head hurt.

"Ah yes, that is because we transferred all knowledge of spells and Greek Mythology to your brain. In 30 seconds after this dream, a girl named Annabeth will get you. Your wand is right next to you, and you can use it without being caught," The younger girl smiled at him. " I expect you to excel with bows and swords. You are my only son, Harry. I'll love you like a mother and help you when you need it, and I'm sure you'll wake up….right now."

Harry was jolted awake as a girl shook his shoulder. When she saw him she looked a second too long and she blushed and looked away. "I'm-"

"Annabeth. My mothers told me about you." Harry held out his hand and she shook it.

"Mothers?" Annabeth asked and pushed curls out of her face. She had the most startling gray eyes and was pretty beyond belief.

"Um, yeah. I don't really believe what's going on but they said their names were Hera and Artemis." Harry got up and picked up his wand. He failed to notice the surprise that was written all over Annabeth's face. "I got my wand. Let's go. At this camp place, are their bows and swords? My mom, well one of them, wants me to master those."

Annabeth nodded. "I'd expected that after I heard your mother's name. And uh, who are you tring to fool? Magic my foot!"

"That can be arranged. Wingardium Leviosa!" Annabeth's shoe came off and she gasped in surprise.

"Okay, okay I get it!" She all but yelled.

"I have an idea. Where is this camp. I'll get us there quickly." Harry said, putting the shoe back on Annabeth. She looked at him too long again before answering. Harry cleared his throat and Annabeth blushed.

"You're pretty too but this isn't the time." Harry said somewhat smugly. He was finally good looking. HEY! A voice boomed in his head. MY SON IS NOT A COCKY HEARTBREAKER! Sorry mum , Harry thought.

"Long Island, New York. Camp Half Blood should do." Annabeth muttered, fanning her face.

"Alright. Portus," He pointed wand to his pillow and he held Annabeth's hand and the pillow. He felt a tug on his navel and they vanished from Privet Drive.

They appeared in a camp. They were on the porch of a two story house. Haary's left pocket felt heavy so he reached in and pulled out a bracelet. There were two glowing buttons on it. One had a picture of a sword under it and the other a bow. He pressed the bow button and a bow appeared. There was no quiver, but when he pulled back, an arrow appeared. A crowd was appearing. It's not everyday people teleport in camp. You also usually don't see Annabeth Chase hold someone's hand either.

A dude in a wheelchair moved to the front of the crowd. "Ah, Annabeth, I see you were succesfull in your 'quest'-"

Everything went quiet as a silver crescent moon and a peackock feather appeared on top of Harry's head.

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