Hello readers, this is my first fanfic. Please be generous and review and tell me what you think.

Okay, so this going to be a "harry potter son of artemis" fanfiction.

Disclaimer : I don't own HP or PJATO.

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Opening a drawer on his desk Dumbledore retrieved a small brown sack which jingled when he placed it down on the mahogany surface and opened it revealing several gold coins inside. After waving his wand and muttering an incantation, a fine mist shot out of the tip like steam from a boiling kettle, instead of disappearing like steam does it settled over his desk.

"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering," Dumbledore chanted before casting a single gold coin into the mist which disappeared with a golden shimmer.

"United States, Long Island, Camp Half Blood, Chiron," Dumbledore recited as if reading an address off an envelope.

The mist shimmered and suddenly Dumbledore was looking into a room with wooden walls, Dean Martin music filled the air and a man with a brown beard sitting in a wheelchair was seen reading a book. The man didn't seem to notice Dumbledore looking at his through the magical window that had opened in thin air.

"Chiron, my old friend," Dumbledore called to get his attention.

Chiron looked up from his book startled and noticed him for the first time, he smiled and placed the book down.

"Albus, good to see you again, if you've called to see if I have any new information I'm afraid I've still had no luck, the only monster I can find that petrifies is Medusa but her petrifaction is full stone," Chiron stopped as Dumbledore held up a hand.

"The matter has been resolved, the monster is dead, turned out to be a Basilisk," Dumbledore explained.

"A Basilisk!" Chiron asked, stunned. "I've never heard of a Basilisk's gaze petrifying anyone."

"It seems that everybody who has been petrified looked at it indirectly. In a reflection, through a camera lens," Albus explained.

"Indeed? I assume you used a Rooster to kill it?" Chiron asked.

"Unfortunately not, that's why I've called you, the Basilisk was killed by Harry," Albus said gravely.

"That's not good, after killing a monster that powerful his scent will be overwhelming," Chiron muttered, almost to himself.

"Yes, which is why I can't send him back to his relatives… it's time for him to go to camp," Dumbledore said almost sadly.

Chiron looked uncomfortable.

"Chiron, we don't have any choice, Harry's true nature has started to reveal itself. Earlier this year he was attacked by an entire colony of Acromantula despite Hagrid's request that they don't harm my students… Harry won't survive the summer at his relatives. From now on he'll continue to attend Hogwarts throughout the year but he must spend the Summers at Camp Half-Blood. It's where he belongs."

"I hope you're sure about this Albus, once he's in camp there's no turning back, he'll fully embrace who he is and the monsters will never ignore him," Chiron warned.

"It's too late for that, Harry killed the Basilisk with this," Dumbledore said as he lifted a sword into view, it was silver, had jewel embedded in the hilt and the word Gryffindor engraved along the blade which was stained with black blood. Chiron grimaced.

"Goblin silver?" he asked.

"Yes, when Harry killed the Basilisk with this, it was the equivalent of him ringing a gong announcing his presence to every monster within five hundred miles. The beast was killed just over an hour ago and already the wards around the castle have alerted me to a pair of Lethifolds trying to get into the grounds and a Kelpie has appeared in the lake."

"Very well…" Chiron said with a sigh, "If you can arrange transport to New York I'll have a protector escort him the rest of the way."

"No need for that, I'll transport him directly to Half-Blood Hill. Thank you Chiron." Dumbledore said.

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"So, cliff notes, the Greek Gods are real, they sometimes have children with mortals, these children are called Demigods and I'm one of them?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Dumbledore answered.

"There's a summer camp in America where Demigods go for training in how to survive and you want me to go there instead of Private Drive?"

"Yes," Dumbledore answered.

Seeing Harry's discomfort Dumbledore sat forward.

"Harry, I don't know who your Godly parent is, but I can tell you that Lily Potter was pregnant with you so we can assume it was a male god, I can also tell you that James knew you were a demigod and he still loved you as his son," Dumbledore said kindly. Harry blinked away a few tears and replaced his glasses.

"So, when and how do we get there?" He asked.

I have a portkey already made to take you to take you to the camp." Dumbledore explained.

"What's a portkey?"

"It is a form of magical transportation, it can transport you from one place to another almost instantly." Dumbledore explained and Harry nodded in understanding.

"You're free to use magic in America," Dumbledore revealed.

"Wha-But-" Harry started, but Dumbledore interrupted him.

"The underage restrictions don't exist in America, that's the land where the gods have the highest power. The Americans know better than to try and impose laws in their home territory. Also, don't worry about the muggles seeing you, America has a magical force called the Mist which prevents them from seeing magic and other divine and supernatural things." Dumbledore explained, already knowing what he had to ask.

Dumbledore could see the excitement on the boy's face.

"Sir, are you a Demigod?" Harry asked.

"Yes, a son of Hecate to be precise." He answered.

"Hecate?" Harry asked curiously.

"Goddess of Witchcraft, Magic and patron goddess of all Witches, Wizards, Wiccans and Warlocks." He explained.

"She's our patron? But I never heard anyone even mentioning her, not even the purebloods…." He said confused.

"Oh, most of the purebloods refer to her as Lady Magic or Mother Magic. Work of the Mist, I guess.

Anyway, it's almost time." He handed Harry an old marble.

"Okay, your trunk is already with Chiron at camp. Be responsible with your magic, Harry. Goodbye." And Harry was whisked away in a swirl.

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Harry felt like a hook had attached itself to his navel and was pulling him. After ten seconds or so, the pulling stopped and he fell flat on his face.

"Is there any form of magical travel after which I won't fall flat on my face?" He wondered out aloud.

He got up and looked in front of him. He had landed on the bottom of a hill. On the top was a pine tree.

Harry began going up the hill. It was kind of a forest, so he was able to do it faster than usual. He had always felt stronger in the forests and on nights of the full moon. He could swear that the one or two unicorns he saw in the forbidden forest had bowed to him. He didn't know why, of course.

Once, he made it up to the pine tree, he could see the camp. Then, suddenly a wave of exhaustion took over him and he dropped to his knees and lost consciousness.

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Harry slowly woke up with the taste of treacle in his mouth. He was laying on a soft bed, above him was a girl with blond hair and stormy grey eyes. She was holding a bowl of some kind of porridge.

"W-Who are you?" Harry mumbled, his throat felt dry and raspy.

"Don't try to talk. You were lying unconscious by the pine tree when Argus brought you in, you need to rest," the girl said before spooning some of the porridge into his mouth, Harry lost consciousness again as he swallowed the treacle flavor porridge.

When Harry awoke again he was laying in a hammock on a porch of a large farmhouse. Harry looked up and found himself looking over a green meadow, the smell of strawberries filled the air.

Harry groaned as he felt his throbbing head.

"Might I suggest drinking that," a man said as he pointed at a glass of golden liquid on a small table next to Harry, also on the table was his shrunken trunk and wand. The man had a scruffy beard, thinning hair and wore a tweed suit, he was sat in a wheelchair.

He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, he almost recoiled, with the color of the liquid he'd been expecting apple juice, but the liquid tasted like butterscotch, just like a drink Mrs. Weasley had given him last summer, Butterbeer.

"What happened? The last thing I remember is seeing the camp from beside the pine tree and then dropping down…" He said.

"Let's just say that you became a victim of an instant exhaustion spell from one of the Hecate kids while he was practicing his magic." He winced. "Oh, how rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself." He wheeled forward and held out a hand.

"I'm Chiron, Activities Director here at the camp," he introduced himself as Harry took his hand.

"Harry Potter," Harry replied.

"Please, walk with me Mr. Potter," Chiron turned around and wheel towards the corner of the farmhouse, Harry followed him after pocketing his trunk and wand.

As Harry and Chiron reached the other side of the farmhouse Harry suck in a gasp of astonishment. A valley stretched out in front of him and a large river, the Long Island sound he guessed, about a mile away. From this viewpoint Harry could see most of the came, the landscape was dotted with several Greek buildings, an open air pavilion, an amphitheater, an arena, there was also a volleyball court, an archery range, stables surrounded with winged horses, a lake with several canoes and a group of smaller buildings all different colors and placed in a way that shaped an inverted 'U'.

"It's always like that the first time you see it," a girls voice said, Harry turned and saw the blond girl who'd fed him treacle porridge when he first woke up, she was stroking a familiar white owl.

"Hedwig!" Harry said with a smile.

Hedwig spread her wings and flew to him, landing on his arm.

"You ok?" Harry asked her while stroking her.

Hedwig let out a little screech and nipped at the white bandage around his wrist.

"I'll be fine," Harry assured with a smile.

The girl smiled at the interaction between Harry and Hedwig.

"Harry this is Annabeth, she looked after you while you were sick," Chiron introduced.

"Thank you," Harry said with a smile, Annabeth answered with a shrug.

"It seems to be all I'm doing these days," she said in an annoyed tone confusing Harry.

"Another Demigod arrived here a few days ago injured when the Minotaur attacked him, Annabeth nursed him back to health too, he woke up a few hours ago," Chiron explained.

"Now, let's get you settled into the camp, Annabeth, if you would show Harry to cabin eleven please?" Chiron asked. Annabeth nodded and gestured to Harry to follow her.

"Oh and Harry," Chiron called to get his attention.

Harry turned back to Chiron to see him standing up out of his chair, only he was leaving his legs behind, as if the chair was magically expanded a horses body emerged from the wheelchair and stepped forward with Chiron's upper body attached to it where the head should be, Chiron was a Centaur.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

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After showing Harry all the cabins, Annabeth led him to the Hermes cabin. He had felt a strong pull towards the Artemis cabin, it was almost like this was where he was supposed to be. When Harry asked if Artemis ever had any children, Annabeth looked at him as though he had grown a second head and then explained that Artemis was a maiden goddess and therefore had sworn to forever remain a virgin and hence had no children.

The Hermes cabin looked like a regular summer camp cabin. The threshold was worn down with brown paint peeling off, above the door was a wined pole with two snakes wrapped around it making Harry a little nervous.

The cabin was packed with people, both boys and girls, there were bunks beds along the walls and the floor was covered with sleeping bags.

"Regular or undetermined?" someone shouted from the back of the cabin shouted, Harry couldn't tell who.

"Undetermined," Annabeth answered, the entire cabin groaned.

Someone stepped forward who looked older than the others, he kinda reminded Harry of Oliver Wood. He was almost 19, had short sandy hair and a thick white scar running from under his right eye down to his jaw.

"Two in one day, huh? I'm Luke," the boy said as he held out his hand, Harry took it immediately.

"Harry," he replied.

"Luke will be your counselor, until you're determined," Annabeth told him.

"What do you mean 'until you're determined'?" Harry asked, using air-quotes.

"Each cabins belong to one of the twelve Olympians, kids are live in the cabin belonging to their parent, this is the Hermes cabin" Luke explained.

Harry's eyebrows raised as he turned and looked at the small sea of kids in the cabin.

"Hermes has been busy," Harry muttered making Luke snort.

"Nah, we don't know who's kid you are yet, hence 'undetermined'. All the undetermined kids stay in the Hermes cabin 'cause he's the god of travelers. Your dad might send a sign claiming you as his kid and then you can move into his cabin, until then you'll stay here." Luke explained.

'Might', this word stuck in Harry's mind, many of the kids here looked like they'd been there for a long time.

Annabeth took Harry back outside to the common area.

"So, what do think of the camp so far?" Annabeth asked.

"It's great, but I can't help but feel like this is all a dream. Gods, giant snakes, guys covered in eyes… then again I thought the same thing two years ago when I started Hogwarts," Harry answered.

"Hogwarts, the magic school right? Chiron told me about it," Annabeth asked.

"Yeah, I started there when I turned eleven, I'm gonna be spending most of the year there and summers here," Harry said with a smile.

"Won't you miss your family?" Annabeth asked.

"No," Harry said without a moment's hesitation, "Not even in the slightest." Harry said it in a way that made it clear to Annabeth that he didn't want to speak about it.

They approached a boy who was sitting by the lake, several long haired girls were waving at him from the lake like he was an old friend, the boy waved awkwardly back at them.

"Don't encourage them," Annabeth told him as they approached, "Naiads are terrible flirts."

The boy turned to face them, he had black hair and green eyes like Harry but that's where the similarities ended.

"Harry, this is Percy Jackson, he's the other camper who recently arrived," Annabeth introduced them. "Percy, this is Harry Potter."

Harry and Percy quickly hit it off, they were both new to the camp so they could understand how strange and new the camp was. The three slowly walked back up to the cabins common area talking about how strange the camp was, they were interrupted by a loud husky voice.

"So, two newbies, huh?" they all turned to see a big, tough looking girl with long, stringy brown hair. She wore an orange 'Camp Half Blood' t-shirt that Harry had seen many of the campers wearing and a camouflage jacket. She was flanked by four other girls all as big and mean looking and dressed in camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighed. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure Miss Princess, so I can run you through with it Friday night." the girl replied with a sneer.

"Who're the runts?" she asked.

"Harry Potter, Percy Jackson," Annabeth said, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

"Like… like the war god?" Percy asked.

"Got a problem with that?" Clarisse asked with a sneer.

"No, it explains the bad smell," he replied cockily.

The Ares girls rushed forward, but Harry was faster. He drew his wand quickly and shot a Rictumsempra at one of them and she fell to the ground laughing. Another one rushed forward, and this time Harry shouted "Locomotor Mortis!" and her legs snapped together and she fell flat on the ground.

Harry shot the Full-Body-Bind at both of them and the 'levicorpus-ed' them leaving them both hanging upside-down in the air unmoving.

"Try that again and I'll do a lot worse than that," He said, malice dripping from his voice.

He looked around for Percy or Annabeth , but there was no sign of either of them.

That's when he heard the sound of some kind of a explosion from the… toilets, maybe?

Harry went in the direction of the sound to find Clarisse and two other Ares girls, dripping wet, going out past him.

He looked inside.

On one side, Annabeth was standing, and she too, was dripping wet, saying, "How did you…" Then she shook her head, and said, "Nevermind," just as Percy reached them.

He was completely dry.

They went outside and that's when Annabeth noticed the two Ares girls hanging upside-down unmoving.

"Who did that?!" She cried shocked.

"Me," Harry answered calmly. Percy promptly burst out laughing. He patted Harry on the back and said between laughs, "Good one, man. They deserved it."

"Damn right they did." Harry said with smile of his own.

They both looked at Annabeth to find her staring at both of them.

"What?" Percy asked. "What're you thinking?"

"I'm thinking… that I want you both on my team for capture the flag."

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Okay, so first chapter done. Huzzah. Again, same request; first fanfic, please be generous and review.

This story was inspired by another story named, 'Harry Potter the Olympians: Tides of War'. You will a lot of texts similar.

So, bye for now, readers! Stay tuned on 'Son of the Huntress' to find out what happens next.