"Come on Scar Head, you're going to have to work a little harder than that!" The girl laughed, easily dancing out of Harry's way with a light laugh. He shot her a half smirk half scowl and threw himself harder into the fight.

"Oh? You haven't landed a hit either!" He called back, throwing himself backwards to avoid her retribution then straightening up just as quickly and moving back onto the offensive.

"I'm working out how to beat you in the most sound and humiliating way possible. For example-" She cut herself off and lunged at him out of no where, bringing her sword up to his neck in the same motion that he did, both of them staring at each other and trying to figure out what to do now.

A blond teenage boy watching the two of them burst out in laughter, "Looks like a draw you two."

The girl glared viciously, grey eyes flashing, "It can't be a draw! You can't tie in a duel! Luke come on, I had him that whole time!"

Luke finally managed to control his laughter, "I don't know, he seemed to be on the offensive side of most of the strikes I saw..."

"But that was part of my- Oh you two are insufferable!" She cried before sheathing her sword and stalking off.

Luke continued chuckling and walked over to Harry, clapping him on the back, "You were doing pretty good out there kid, how'd it feel to finally get a rise out of Annabeth?"

Harry grinned up at him almost adoringly, "Great! She doesn't even freak out that much when I beat her, she just makes some comment about how I would get eaten alive outside of camp."

Luke put an arm around his shoulders, steering him out of the arena, "Come on, let's go track her down before she sits by herself in her cabin for hours again."

"She'd probably be happier in there anyway though. That architecture book I gave her for her birthday's in there and once she starts reading it she'll forget to be mad at me." Harry wheedled, looking slightly panicked at the idea of going after an enraged Annabeth.

"No can do. That might get her to stop being mad at you but I'm still in the doghouse. You're coming with me, I might need a human shield."

Harry groaned but allowed himself to be pulled along, his ten year old mind quite happy with the fact that the awesome older boy still wanted him around even though he had known him for years. He had been attending the camp year round ever since he was seven years old and after three years in constant contact with Americans his British accent had slowly faded into a strange mix of Surrey, New York, and California, the American parts of his accent courtesy of Annabeth and Luke along with the various other demigods at Camp Halfblood.

New campers were always curious about how a seven year old British demigod found his way to Camp Halfblood- easily a three thousand miles from where he was supposed to be. Harry's response to this was to simply shrug. Truth be told he had absolutely no idea; one minute he had been running from Dudley's gang and had tried to jump over some trash bins, the next he was standing on a dock in the middle of the night with four other kids staring at him in shock and pointing various weapons at him. One of them (Grover, as Harry came to learn) had realized what Harry was and he was invited to make his way to camp with them. Exhausted, confused and with no desire to return to the Dursleys he agreed and so sprang up a rather unusual friendship between a seven year old daughter of Athena, a fourteen year old son of Hermes, a twelve year old daughter of Zeus, an inexperienced satyr, and a shell shocked British seven year old with questionable origins.

To Harry the journey to camp was simply confusing- he didn't mind being hungry sometimes (he was used to that) or wounded by the monsters chasing them (he was very used to that) it was simply the fact that suddenly everything he had been told wasn't real was pursuing him across a foreign country and he was apparently "Smelled like a strong demigod, like big three strong." Which he had been a bit insulted by and the other three demigods a bit annoyed with. As Luke said, "As if we don't have enough monsters chasing us with the big guy's daughter over here with us, now we've got another one. You know what would be awesome? If you were Hades's kid. Then wemight just get less monsters chasing us for a change. Why don't you focus on that eh buddy? Just focus on Poseidon or Zeus not being your father."

Harry agreeably told him he would focus on this although he wondered to himself how in the world you could actually fix anything by merely thinking about not being related to someone. If things like that worked he would have been free of the Dursleys years ago.

After several long harrowing weeks and quite a few near misses they made it to the camp border, chased by just about every monster Hades could think to send at them. It was at this point that Luke pointed out in a downtrodden voice that Harry's focusing hadn't worked very well. Thalia had tried to stay behind and buy them time but Harry pointed out that it wouldn't do much good for Grover to get all this way protecting her just to have her die less than a mile away from safety, then Annabeth added that a few of the monsters would probably stay behind to kill Thalia while the rest pursued the other demigods and Grover, thus making the whole thing rather pointless. Thalia grudgingly agreed and they had all run as fast as their legs could carry them.

It wasn't enough.

Within seconds they were surrounded and although they made a valiant show of pulling their weapons and getting ready to fight they all knew how this would end. Harry, suddenly afraid as a hellhound snapped at him grabbed the nearest hand he could find.

Thalia's.

There was a huge crack of thunder and then a blinding flash of light, howls of pain, and the smell of something disgusting burning. When Annabeth, Luke, and Grover's eyes finally cleared they found half the monsters scorched to nothing, the others fleeing in terror, and Thalia and Harry lying on the ground unconscious. After staring for a solid thirty seconds at the unexpected sight they picked up their friends (both of whom smelled strongly of ozone and crackled with electricity) to the large white house they had been running to.

Thalia and Harry had been knocked out for three days straight when Chiron went to mop Harry's head with a wet towel and found a small lightning shaped scar. Moments later a hologram of a lightning bolt appeared above both Thalia and Harry's heads, clearing up some questions but also adding some new ones. Why in the world had Zeus broken his oath not just once but twice within the span of two or three years and why had he been in Britain in the first place? Chiron had simply taken these as questions that would probably never be answered and went back to cooling off his two new, still very feverish charges.

"Harry...Harry!"

Harry jumped and looked up at Luke who was staring at him in amusement, "You were drifting again."

"Sorry Luke, I was just-"

"Ah ah ah, I don't think I want to know. Come on, there's Annabeth, you need to calm her down, bye!" Luke took off in the opposite direction much to Harry's indignation but before he could follow suit he heard an enraged cry of, "Potter! Rematch! Now!" He groaned and slowly turned to face Annabeth, anticipating a lot of pain and far more humiliation than he could handle in one day.