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Chapter 1 - The New Demigod

"Bring it on, Pinecone Face!"

Percy raised Riptide, but before he could defend himself, Thalia yelled, and a blast of lightning came down from the sky, hit her spear like a lightning rod, and slammed into his chest.

He fell down. There was a nauseating burning smell; it was his clothes.

"Thalia!" Chiron said. "That is enough!"

Percy got to his feet and raised his arms. The entire creek rose. It swirled up, hundreds of gallons of water in a massive icy funnel cloud.

"Percy!" Chiron pleaded. "Don't!"

Percy was about to hurl the cloud at Thalia when something appeared in the woods. Due to Percy's distraction, the water splashed back into the creek-bed. Thalia turned.

Something was approaching. It was shrouded in a murky green mist, but as it got closer, the campers and Hunters gasped.

"This is impossible," Chiron said. He sounded nervous. "It... she has never left the attic. Never."

And yet, the withered mummy that held the Oracle shuffled forward until she stood in the centre of the group. Mist curled around everyone's feet, turning the snow a sickly shade of green.

No one dared move. Then her voice hissed inside Percy's head. Apparently, everyone could hear it, because several people clutched their hands over their ears.

I am the spirit of Delphi, the voice said. Speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python.

The Oracle regarded Percy with its cold, dead eyes. Then she turned unmistakably toward Zoë Nightshade. Approach, Seeker, and ask.

Zoë swallowed. "What must I do to help my goddess?"

The Oracle's mouth opened, and green mist poured out. Percy saw the vague image of a mountain, and a girl standing at the barren peak. It was Artemis, but she was wrapped in chains, fettered to the rocks. She was kneeling, her hands raised as if to fend off an attacker, and it looked like she was in pain. The Oracle spoke:

Six shall go west to the goddess in chains,

One shall be lost in the land without rain,

The Son of Lightning will be engulfed by the Son of the Sea,

Though powerful, he will emerge to be.

The bane of Olympus shows the trail,

Campers and Hunters combined prevail,

The Titan's curse must one withstand,

And one shall perish by a parent's hand.

Then, as they were watching, the mist swirled and retreated like a great green serpent into the mummy's mouth. The Oracle sat down on a rock and became as still as she'd been in the attic as if she might sit by the creek for a hundred years.

…

Zoe started the meeting on a positive note. "This is pointless. There is no time for talk. The hunters must leave immediately."

"West," Bianca replied. "Six shall go west to the goddess in chains. We'll take six Hunters and go."

"Yes," Zoe agreed. "Artemis is held, hostage. We must find her and save her."

"Two spots are already reserved," said Chiron, as though it was a field trip.

"Huh?" asked Zoe.

"You heard the Oracle. The Son of Lightning, the Son of the Sea." Chiron replied.

"Yeah," said Percy. "I am the Son of the Sea. I should go on this Quest. Anyway, the dreams about Annabeth came to me. I should go, and I will go with this Son of Lightning."

"You are forgetting something, Percy," Thalia said. "A Son of Lightning doesn't exist. Did the Oracle make a mistake? Daughter of Lightning? That's me?"

"No. Oracles don't make mistakes. Mostly we'll get a new camper who," said Chiron, emphasizing 'who', "is a Son of Lord Zeus."

"Wait," said Thalia. "what about the Great Prophecy? Could this boy be the one of the Prophecy?"

Percy felt weird. The Prophecy was always rumoured to be his, but now there was a chance that the Prophecy could be someone else's. Should he give it to this guy, or take it himself? But he reminded himself, I don't have the power to give or take it.

"Okay," said Chiron. "As I said, two spots are reserved, that is four spots left. Three Hunters can go, along with a camper. That will be equal."

"I'll go!" Thalia exclaimed. "Me!"

"But…" Grover murmured. "Pan…"

"Sorry, Grover," Chiron said. "Thalia, you can go. But you and Percy together is a disastrous thing. I need both of you to promise me on the River Styx that you wouldn't fight, or do anything like what you did today, on the creek."

"I promise on the River Styx." Thalia and Percy said at the same time. There was a distant rumble.

"Who are you taking, Zoe?" Chiron asked.

"I will go, along with Bianca and Phoebe," Zoe replied.

"Me?" Bianca asked, surprised. "I'm new, Zoe! I won't be any good."

"You will be fine," Zoe insisted. "There is no better way to prove thyself."

"Okay, fine," Bianca murmured.

"But… two males?" Zoe asked. "I can't have Hunters travelling in the company of two boys."

"You can't resist the prophecy, Zoe, even if I exclude those two you will still land up with them," Chiron replied resignedly. "You will have to travel with two boys. You have no choice."

"Okay. Two boys." Zoe grumbled. "That's not to say I must like it."

"So be it," said Chiron. "Thalia, Percy, and one more person will accompany Zoë, Bianca, and Phoebe. You shall leave at dawn, the second day after the son of Zeus arrives. And may the gods"—he glanced at Dionysus — "present company included, we hope— be with you."

…

"Chiron has announced a meeting, Percy," Grover announced.

"Huh?"

"With all the Senior Counselors."

"Oh. Coming."

Percy and Grover walked to the rec room. It was around the ping-pong table, the same place they had discussed the prophecy. Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf, Travis and Connor Stoll, and the other Cabin Counselors were there along with Bianca, Phoebe, and Zoe.

"Okay," said Chiron. "All assembled?"

"Yeah," everyone answered.

"Okay. We've sensed a presence of a demigod. It's really strong. Sending like, what, shockwaves?"

"It can be the child. Of Zeus." Thalia said, gripping the ping-pong table hard. Percy could understand her excitement.

"We're going to take him now. He's attracting monsters. The thing is, we never sensed his presence. He's shielded somewhere really strong. It blocks him out. There is another problem. He's in Britain."

"Okay. Whatever. We're going. Come on, Grover, Thalia."

…

Harry was walking home. The Dursleys had reached a new low. Seriously! They had given him money before his 3rd year started for some reason. Now he knew. He was supposed to get a damned taxi to go home! Alone! What the heck? He was 13 years old!

"No problem, Harry," he muttered to himself. "You can give them a shock when you tell them about your godfather!"

The evening was quickly turning into night as he was walking. He was admiring the quietness of the night when –

BANG.

He turned quickly. A large, huge monster was there, snarling. From the books on Greek Mythology that Hermione had always pestered him to read, he knew the monster. Hydra. The monster tried to lean towards him started taking bites. Harry thought about its weaknesses. The Hydra is a Greek Monster. It has nine heads. When one head is cut, two heads grow in its place. It spews acid from its many mouths. He couldn't remember the weaknesses. Damn.

He needed a sword. Or a knife to go for hand combat. He couldn't even do his spells. He had done enough spells during holidays to get expelled from Hogwarts and he didn't want that. Ugh.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"

He didn't care if any muggle saw or heard him. He just wanted to get out of this alive. He started running.

…

Percy, Thalia, and Grover had reached Britain in good time. Thalia had prayed to her dad to allow Percy to fly in a plane. There had been a rumble in the sky, which Thalia said was Zeus's allowance. Grover had followed the scent of the demigod to a little block of identical-looking houses, where the trio was standing now.

"Grover, can you sense him?" Percy asked. "We are so deep inside Britain. What's the name of this place?"

"Little Whinging. Surrey."

"Hmm… Let's go a little furt-"

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"

"Who was that?!" Percy asked. "Let's go!"

They ran towards the sound.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

"Oh my gods," said Thalia.

What they saw was horrifying. A huge Hydra was running, following a tall, messy haired boy. He was yelling.

"I am sure this guy is the Son of Zeus. How else will he see the Hydra for what it really is?" Grover asked.

"No time to think," said Percy, clicking the pen so that it turned into his Celestial-Bronze sword, Riptide. "Let's save him."

They ran towards the Hydra in unison.

…

The Hydra disintegrated. Thalia turned to the boy, whose eyes were wide in the dimming sun.

"Hey," she said kindly. "I'm Thalia. Who are you?"

"I'm – I'm Harry. Harry Potter. What did you just -?"

"No time for that now," Percy said urgently. "We've got to get out of here now. Two children of Zeus and one kid of Poseidon… No saying how strong our stench might be."

"Stench –?"

"Come on!"

…

"Oof…" Percy murmured. "That was terrifying. Even though I got permission, still… I guess that turbulence was because of me."

They had landed at the airport. For pleasantries' sake, Thalia had prayed to her father, Zeus, the Lord of the Sky, again, to allow Percy to fly. There was a slight rumble of the sky. Still, there had been a shaky turbulence, which Percy took to be Zeus's mild punishment for him to enter his realm. Harry had been raging and storming throughout the entire flight. Thalia, predicting this, had brought some rope. Though she hadn't wanted to tie up her own half-brother, she had to. With the help of some mist-bending, she made the airport officials believe that it was just a calm and quiet guy with them, and not a guy who was raging and yelling for help. For about three hours, he yelled and caused a nuisance to alert people, but for the rest of the flight's duration, he became moody and withdrawn. Percy knew that it was because Harry was sensible enough to know that yelling and shouting wouldn't do any more help and that it was impossible to escape as they were in the gods-forsaken air. Now, when they reached the John F. Kennedy Airport, Harry looked as if he had received a shock. They were, now, able to see Harry's face more clearly now. He was tall and skinny, and his face was deathly pale. He had extremely messy black hair, which stuck up in all directions and made him look like he got a shock. Beneath his bangs, they could see a scar, which looked like lightning.

"I'm sure it wasn't," Thalia said reassuringly.

"Can you please tell me now why you are kidnapping me? Where am I – holy Merlin!" Harry exclaimed.

"What?" Grover asked Harry.

"You – you've bought me to freakin' America! I should have guessed! What do you want with me? And yeah, I didn't identify that you have an American accent… and you both," Harry added, pointing at Percy and Grover, "still haven't told me your names."

"Oh, yeah," said Grover. "I'm Grover Underwood. Camp Half-Blood satyr at your service."

Before Harry could say anything, Percy interrupted.

"I'm Percy Jackson. Er – Son of Poseidon."

"Look," said Harry, who looked as if he was reaching the end of his tether, "Are you some part of a cult? What is this 'Son of Poseidon" and "Satyr" thing?"

"No time," said Percy –

"Stop. I am not going ANYWHERE with you unless you tell me where you are taking me and why you have bought me in America."

"Look please," said Thalia. "Do you want more monsters chasing you, Harry?"

"I don't. But what does this have to do with –?"

"Come on then." She grabbed Harry's arm and took him out of the airport, with Percy and Grover in tow.

…

"Are you sure, kids? There's nothing here, you know," the taxi man said. "Do you want me to go a little -?"

Grover quickly thanked the taxi driver and sent him away with some cleverly placed words. Harry, Percy, Thalia, and Grover had reached the entrance of Camp Half-Blood. Harry had been raging and storming all the trip.

"Ha," said Percy. He looked at Harry. "What do you see here, Harry?"

"Um… Some gibberish."

"Huh? You're not dyslexic? Or ADHD?"

Harry looked thoroughly offended. "What the heck sort of a question is that? No."

"Okay okay. Well, you'll have a harder time studying Greek. Come on in."

…

Harry walked into the place. He couldn't believe that he had actually been so calm throughout his journey. These people – Thalia, Percy, and Grover – had actually taken him to freakin' America. He was happy to go somewhere other than the Dursleys – and Percy, Thalia, and Grover looked fine – not like kidnappers or anything. And that monster – Hydra – what the heck was that? He had never believed in Greek monsters till that time.

"We're in!"

Harry was shaken out of his reverie. Camp Half-Blood was filled with people – and what's more, looked like a Greek training camp. People were sword-fighting, jabbing spears at each other, and some were just sitting and reading. The reading club, all of them, to Harry's surprise, were blondes. People were wearing Greek armour – he knew it only because of Hermione.

"Ah! Percy!" a fatherly voice called. The four of them turned.

"Oh," said Harry without any enthusiasm. "A centaur."

The centaur paused and looked at Harry with fear, confusion, and respect in his eyes. "You didn't have any fear when you saw me? Most of the newcomers are often scared when they first talk to me."

"Why should I be scared? I have seen a nice lot of centaurs in my lifetime. A nice lot too they were."

This time, all of them looked confused. Harry felt to laugh seeing their faces.

"You've seen centaurs? But, you were never introduced to the Greek world… then how…?"

Harry was about to tell the centaur about Bane, Magorian, and Firenze but stopped. Do these people know about wizards?

"First, tell me about this Greek cult."

…

Harry's mind was reeling. Demigod. Greek demigod. Harry Potter a Greek demigod. Yeah. So Greek gods exist. On top of the Empire State Building. And Chiron – the immortal centaur who thought those Greek heroes Achilles and Jason (again, he knew this because of Hermione). He could wield a sword. Greek monsters would be a daily part of his life. Wow.

But the major problem. These guys didn't know about magic. Could he tell them, or not?

…

Harry was trying very hard to fit in. Everyone looked at him as if he was something stuck to a toilet. And the Hermes cabin – ugh. Harry kept all his belongings in disillusionment – he thought that because of this magical barrier the Ministry of Magic wouldn't be able to sense it – so that they – his so-called cabin mates Travis and Connor Stoll – wouldn't steal it. It was just the first day! He wished that he could get out of there.

"Hey, Harry! How's life?"

Harry, who had been sitting on his bed with crossed legs – jumped out and looked at the door. Percy and Grover were standing there.

"Life's bad," Harry replied, without any enthusiasm.

"Come on, man," said Percy. "We have a campfire. You'll most likely get claimed by your parent today, you know."

Harry stepped out of the Hermes cabin. He almost fell over. He'd been sitting on his bed for two damned hours!

"We have campfire night, where you might get claimed. And yeah, we need to find a weapon for you. And, stay away from Clarisse."

"Who's Clarisse?"

"Clarisse La Rue, Daughter of Ares, the war god."

Harry, Percy, and Grover turned. A big girl was standing there and smirking. She looked big and tough, with long, stringy brown hair. Harry made a mental note: Stay away from this girl.

"We have a newbie initiation cerem –"

"Ah. Harry. Come with me to the armoury, will you? Percy, you too."

Chiron to the rescue! He plopped Harry and Percy onto his back and galloped off. Harry looked back, to see Grover cowering and Clarisse glaring at him.

…

A boy called Charles Beckendorf led them to the side of cabin nine which was made of brick and had a smokestack sticking out of it. There was a number nine on its door.

"The Hephaestus cabin?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Beckendorf answered. "I'm a son of Hephaestus." He led them to a metal shed and opened the door.

Harry's jaw fell open. The place was filled with weapons, ranging from swords to guns to knives.

"Show me your hand, Harry," said Beckendorf.

Harry extended his hand, and Beckendorf took it. He looked at it closely.

"Hmm… mostly sword will be good for you."

Before he could do anything further, Thalia ran in. "My half-brother's looking for weapons!" she exclaimed.

Harry didn't have any time to ask her what she meant when –

"What'll be good for Harry, Beckendorf?" Thalia asked.

"Sword. Almost as long as yours, Percy."

Harry started walking around the armoury. He felt that all the weapons were too simple for him. Wands were so grand-looking. He was about to turn back when he saw a strange red light flashing from between a gun and a knife. But before he could look into it, Beckendorf called him.

"Percy, give Harry your sword, will you?"

Percy took out a pen from his pocket and opened its cap. To Harry's shock, the pen had disappeared from his hand and now Percy was holding a long bronze sword.

"Huh -?"

"Take this."

Percy handed Harry the sword. It felt nice in his hand, and it was the right length too. But, unfortunately, this sword was already Percy's, wasn't it? It's not like both of them could share a sword.

"How does it feel?" Beckendorf asked.

"Nice. It feels good in my hand, but it's already Percy's…" he trailed off.

Beckendorf laughed. "Both of you can't share a sword. I just wanted to check whether that size and width is good for you. You also check for swords in the meantime."

Harry walked over to the red light that had captivated him. He moved the knife and took out a long, steel sword with had bronze engravings on the blade and large rubies the size of eggs on its bronze hilt. The rubies were emitting the red light.

Harry audibly gasped. It was the Sword of Godric Gryffindor.

Well, my revised version mainly is removed plot holes, rectified grammar mistakes, and joined chapters. I have excluded the review replies.

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Q. When was Harry Potter born in canon?

Q. In the chapter, it was mentioned that Harry was shielded in a very strong place and his stench was not reaching monsters. What is this place?

Q. Who are the three main Greek gods?

Q. Who were the four people who made/founded Hogwarts?

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