I know that this story has to look extremely cliché. I mean, a female Harry Potter. Who is a demigod. And a legacy. Legacy of two gods. And just so happens to be a daughter of Zeus. I decided to twist the plot around a bit, add some differences here and there. In both books – mainly HP – there are canon pairings, non-canon pairings, canon character deaths, non-canon character deaths, so on. The characters I mention that you might not know - Lisa Turpin, Malcolm Baddock - are actual students.

My character – Tessa – is older than Percy and the group, around eighteen, starting Camp after the whole Triwizard Tournament and the beginning of The Lightning Thief right after the war. I didn't want to mix in both of their wars at once, feeling that was too painful and much of a burden.

I'm starting the story the day Percy arrives, to clear up on something of a back story and such.

Tessa's birth - January 7th, 1987
Thalia's birth - December 22nd, 1988
The Philosopher's Stone - September 1st, 1998
Thalia's arrival at CHB - February 2000
Tessa's arrival at CHB - June 2002
Battle of Hogwarts - May 2005
Percy's arrival at CHB/The Lightning Thief - June 2005

I would like suggestions for a pairing; I can't seem to stick with a god or demigod or whatever else. I beg reviews, like any other author out there.

Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it's in the right way,
Make sure you love your body,
Not too much or we'll tear you down,
We'll bully you for smiling,
And then wonder why you frown,
We'll tell you that you're worthless,
That you shouldn't make a sound,
And then cry with all the others,
When you're buried in the ground,
You can fall in love with anyone,
As long as it's who we choose,
And we'll let you have your opinions,
But please shape them to our views,
Welcome to society,
We promise that we won't deceive,
And one more rule now that you're here,
There's no way you can leave.

– Erin Hanson, "Welcome To Society"

She was going home.

The scent of salty waters still hung heavy in the air, much to Tessa's annoyance and her younger uncle's pleasure. She'd have to remember to beat him later, she mentally noted as they streaked past hills of lime and tawny. They eventually faded into a sweet strawberry color and an almost obnoxious emerald green. Now the smell of strawberries that her mother named her for mingled with the water and sand, creating a still pleasant combination.

It was hard for her, she supposed, going immediately back to Camp straight after the war. Many, in her opinion, would want to settle down, take a six month vacation twice a year. But her ADHD resented calm, and she felt as if she were going rusty with her skills. Months with no training had an effect on her, especially traveling with two people who didn't know anything about her world. Lisa Turpin and Michael Corner might have been intelligent - being in Ravenclaw after all - but they could have never found out she was a demigod. She always found it funny how she was in Racenclaw instead of Gryffindor, who would have been her half-brother. She acted more of a Gryff, honestly, with her courage and attitude, but she was intelligent. Perks of being an Athena legacy; distant, but all of the less still a legacy. And then again, Ravenclaw - whom was Athena's daughter - stood for the element of air, and their symbol was the eagle. Coincidence? I think not.

Luna Lovegood knew, of course, being the girl she was. She often called her princess, which set off Tessa's nerves. When she was still attending Hogwarts, she would help with her training, along with a son of Athena, Malcolm Baddock. She was always protective of him; his arrival at the Slytherin table immediately after being Sorted was met with applause from Draco Malfoy, but the Weasley twins had hissed at him, and Tessa remembered wondering if Malcolm was aware of Slytherin House's sinister reputation.

Her artist's eye wanted to capture the moments before they past; the contrast of shades of the baby blue Big House and the piercing azure of the sky, the green and brown of the large pine standing out against its pitiful neighbors. The wispy clouds reminded her of feathers floating down.

She willed to remember this moment just as sharp as she had when she had first come across Camp Half-Blood, back when she was a surly and frightened girl with a man who had promised her the home she never had.

She'd sat in the very back of a white van, boxes of strawberries teetering above her. She thought that was a rather pathetic way to leave the world, right after she'd won that goddamned tournament and witnessing Voldemort revive. The man in front of her gazed with kindly brown eyes, and she felt as if he wanted to give her a pat on the back or something to reassure her, but couldn't, as he was stuck to his wheelchair. He smelled strongly of coffee, and there were wrinkles cutting into his face like the creases in his leather jacket.

The boy who she believed had been stalking her during her time at the orphanage stared back at her with a worried face that looked more mature than it should be at the age of fifteen. The dim light of the bulb that was feebly shining through the slits of the strawberry cartons highlighted an angular jaw and low cheekbones under deep almond shaped eyes the color of caramel, wild brown curls tamed into an olive green beanie. Shaw Spinnet's goat legs were disguised with cargo pants the same color as the beanie, and if she tucked her fingers under it, she would feel two small bumps of what he called his pathetic excuse of horns.

It never really occurred to her that the boy who resided down the hall was a satyr.

If she were at this camp they spoke so fondly of, then she wasn't there at the orphanage. That was as good as any deal she could gain.

Besides, training with supernatural powers and harmful weapons sounded much more pleasing than mopping down a checkered tile kitchen.

And the guy – Chiron, the centaur trainer of the greatest of heroes – talked to her. In her experience, adults never talked to children. Around, over, but never directly to them. He listened, also. When they had asked – right after dropping the bomb of the Grecian life – if she wished to attend their Camp Half-Blood for safety, she was surprised to not feel the sticky panic and hot fear trolling through her as it usually did when she found herself treading into the dusty guest room with hopeful or greedy people or person. But this time she felt as if she were finally catching a break.

If things became heated, she could still run. She was the fastest at the orphanage, at Hogwarts. Chiron would probably stay in his wheelchair half the time, so she just had to stay in smaller areas. She didn't feel much comfort thinking about the satyrs, since she had seen Shaw run as if the hounds of hell were at his heels – cloven hooves. She could think the same about the nymphs, as she had heard plenty of stories of them running from lustful deities. She could only assume that they had mastered the talent of their speed after millennia.

She averted her eyes to outside the windshield, where the driver was. She was startled to see a wide blue eye on the back of his large square hand blink at her. She peered right back, sketching the face of who she could guess was Argus in her mind.

"Why are you taking me here after fifteen years?" she asked in a small but steady tone. She knew they had already explained to her why, and she did listen. She just needed to hear it again. To see if he changed his answer.

"All demigods need a chance for safety," Chiron said. Nope. Still the same.

"Get real," she snapped. She had a pleasant Welsh lilt, a roll to her vowels that could have been charming if it hadn't been for her acid tone. "People don't do shit like that."

"Some do," Shaw protested. "We in our world do shit like this."

She'd bristled. She never really did know why she became friends with him. He was a freaking dick.

"What am I supposed to do when we get there?"

"Live," Chiron said simply. "You can train with other half-bloods, study, and be as regular a teenager as you can be. You are going to have chores along with your cabin, we'll lay down the rules. Don't think because I'm the activities director and old that I'm a pushover." His eyes twinkled with mirth.

"You did something to them." She stared at him, but not with accusing eyes. "Back at the orphanage."

Chiron boldly gazed back. He had a nagging feeling on who her godly parent was, but didn't want to lull over it. She didn't look like him, with her long blonde curls and almond shaped mint eyes. He could only assume she gained the hair coloring from an ancestor, who was most strongly Apollo. Even after Lily Evans left, they still conversed, and if Chiron remembered correctly, the girl in front of him had bright, electric eyes at birth. It possibly had to do with one of Hecate's blood-adoption spells.

"Mortals are blinded by the truth," Chiron said. "They refuse to see what is really there. Lies, that is what they understand. They never understood you, did they?"

The storm of feelings that gathered inside of her were foreign, something she hadn't felt since McGonagall had arrived at the orphanage with her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Hell, she was named after it – Remus' mother had the same name – and she still couldn't bear it at times. Hope.

Within the minutes she stepped through the threshold, she had been claimed. The first daughter of the Big Three since Thalia. Legacy of Apollo.

And then she had found her hope in the form of a pine tree.

"Will's going to cry when he sees this."

Tessa Evans shot her uncle an amused look and focused back on the sweltering black road. It was funny how most people thought he was an ass, when really he was just a big teddy bear inside. His ink black hair was windblown, and he had his coffee eyes squinted against the wind blowing in his face. He reminded her of Malfoy – only by looks – her rival's unrequited love. But Michael Yew was dark by contrast, and was actually a cheerful OCD guy when he decided not to be an asshole.

Dramatic, too, she thought as he ranted on about the car. After an hour of wheedling and dealing and a possible spell or two at the dealership, she was now the proud owner of a muscular Jaguar convertible in saber silver. She was fully aware it screamed for a speeding ticket, but she couldn't help herself.

"I can't wait to see the looks on their faces," Michael gushed on with a sadistic smile. "They're all just going to break down and sob." He turned to Tessa with a small pout on his face, trying to use the full effect of the puppy eyes. "Can I take her out for a test drive?"

Tessa hummed for a bit, smirking when she could see the annoyance in his eyes. "Sure," she perked, grinning like a loon when Michael brightened enough to rival his father. "When we're slurping on snow cones in Tatarus."

"You can come with..." He drifted off. Scowling when she snorted, he punched her arm. "No need to be so cruel. But we're still going to brag about it, right?"

"You've got Apollo's competitive streak," Tessa noted, "just like everyone else in cabin seven."

Michael scrunched up his face when he realized she wasn't going to give him an answer.

When they arrived at Camp, there were a number of cars already parked. It was right after the end of the school year, and most of the campers liked to come back straight after the end of the school day. There was a pristine white Corvette - vintage, maybe - along with an SUV that looked as if it had some hard miles on it, a snappy blue pickup, a little lime bug, a hand-me-down station wagon.

"C'mon, Tom Thumb," Tessa said as she reached behind to grab her backpack. She turned off the engine, and instantly a new blast of music pounded into her head. Michael frowned, obviously not wanting to leave anytime soon, but grabbed his bags to follow with his infamous curl of lip already in place.

As they shut the doors, she could hear the sound of an engine coming up behind them, the sassy squeal of tires from a sharply took turn just a hair faster than the law allowed.

Alice Stoll was the first to step out, arms full of bags, and curly mass of chocolate brown hair windblown and pink cheeks from the fast drive. She was a pretty young woman with a taste of fashion, big hazel eyes carefully lined with makeup set in a pale heart shaped face. Their dog - a Welsh Springer Spaniel - shot out like a bullet and raced towards them, a cannonball of brown and white with a dopey grin pacing around them in uneven circles. He had a bark like a machine gun, and screeched to a stop to press his cold nose to her crotch.

"Ah, no." She placed a firm hand under his jaw and pushed it away. "Little too friendly there, Witless."

Alice came running towards them, as best as she could without dropping anything. "Sorry! Sorry! How many times do we have to go over this? You do not jump on people. Especially innocent bystanders. Especially when they're wearing a nice outfit."

"Not exactly innocent," Connor joked as he slowly made his way towards them.

"Nice outfit," Travis echoed from next to him, a grin as crooked as his personality on his sharp face. "Better legs." He waggled his arched brows.

Tessa rolled her eyes with an easy grin as Alice chided him for manners. Michael had a disgusted look on his face.

"Take these," Alice ordered, passing on the bags to her sons. Ignoring their moaning, she turned sharply around and gave Tessa a swift hug. "Places to go, people to see. Take care of them for me, make sure they don't, you know, steal anything."

"Kind of impossible," Tessa stated.

Alice flashed her a smile, all white teeth and pink lips. "I know." She gave her sons a hug around the bags and whispered little threats of house arrest and no internet if she heard anything unpleasant. "Love you, boys!"

To Michael's immense pleasure, the Stoll brothers had the honor of being the first to drool over the car, they even genuflected.

After a good satisfying fifteen minutes of begging and trying to steal the keys, the brothers sighed in defeat and started to walk off arm in arm with the other two. Michael had ripped himself out of the Wizard of Oz reenactment and went down to the infirmary. Tessa, however, was still stuck between the two mischievous brothers.

"So tell us all about the Euro chicks," Travis started.

"Pretty hot, right?" Connor grinned suggestively at the older girl.

She rolled her eyes. "What makes you think I'm interested in girls?"

Connor gave an impish grin. "Ahh, we know you're bi, Tessie."

"We spotted you with Drew last summer."

"She charmspoke me, you dimwits."

"Still."

"Mostly," she said. She cocked her head to the side, thinking about her summer before the wedding. "Mainly all of the 'Euro chicks' were already betrothed, as they were of age. The only one I hooked up with was Hélène-Renée, a veela. They're similar to Sirens."

"A two named girl then." Travis hissed and shook his fingers a little as if he'd gotten them to close to a flame.

"Two-named girls are too sexy for their own good."

"Lou Ellen, for instance?" she muttered. She could see his face starting to burn, and his brother looked ready to burst out laughing, so she decided to spare him some humiliation. "She was a French veela."

"And French!" Connor crowed, giving his brother a high-five over Tessa's head.

"Did you score?"

She sent them a look close to pity. "Please, boys. You're talking to a daughter of Zeus here. And legacy of Apollo. Of course I did. She had platinum hair all the way down to her ass, and a fine ass at that. Eyes like the sky and a full mouth that didn't know how to quit."

"Draw her naked?"

She shoved them. "Not completely naked. I did do a few figure studies, though. A natural, that one."

They were at the cabins now, and Tessa, feeling the need to tease them, chose the wrong words to say just as she smelled the familiar vanilla and cinnamon scent. "She also had the most amazing -" she faltered when she heard a throat cleared behind her. Her hands, which had previously been up to chest level to demonstrate, were now raked through her hair, as if they had done nothing inappropriate. She looking over her shoulder with an innocent smile. "Hi, Silena."

The Beauregard daughter of Aphrodite had a killing smile so unlike her that had the trio's tongues withering. Her pellucid eyes were narrowed dangerously, ring-adorned hands on hips. "You're discussing art without the Apollo kids?" she asked dryly. "Fore shame, Arbutus. Though it is nice of you to share your cultural experiences with the boys."

She strutted up, and the brothers frantically unlocked their arms and took a few steps back. "Today's lesson on art is over, I believe you have a certain Demeter cabin to prank, Stolls."

Taking their cue, they deserted the field. Tessa vowed for revenge against the cowards mentally. Maybe I'll get the Apollo kids to help me out...

Silena took Connor's place at Tessa's left and started to take up their abandoned walk to the Zeus Cabin. "How do you feel," Silena started casually, her long golden nails tapping a rhythm into the crook of her elbow, "about describing the girl in question by a pair of boobs?"

"Pretty fine actually," Tessa mumbled. "Seeing as she's a veela -" Her nails stopped their beat and dug into the soft pale skin. "Ah...I also mentioned her hair. And her eyes. They were nearly as attractive as yours. In fact I can't even put into words on how beautiful you are."

"Do you really think that's going to work on me?" She cocked an elegant eyebrow. "You might be the child of two of the biggest players on Olympus, but you're no charmspeaker, Tessa Evans."

"I know. But groveling might. And a few begs. Please don't hurt me, Sil. I just got here. I'll get you flowers."

"I'll be waiting for them." She waggled a finger in her face. "And besides, the Stolls are fifteen, so I know perfectly well that their current interests are of naked breasts and pranks. I also know that it's their burning desire to get their sneaky hands on as many of both as possible."

Tessa winced. "Well...do you want to see some of my portraits I made while on the run?"

"I'm outnumbered by you horny teenagers," she sighed, ignoring Tessa's protest. "I've always been since I've walked into this camp. But that still doesn't mean I can't knock every single one of your heads holding dirty minds together, understood?"

The older girl bit the inside of her cheek to keep in any comments that might set Silena off again. She had to be one of the few Aphrodite kids to believe in a full-hearted, faithful sort of love that were filled to the brim with hourly compliments and little common passions. "Yes, ma'am."