A/N: Luna: Harry, do the disclaimer
Harry: Fine! Demigod Ravenclaw does not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson
"Harry, you can't keep it a secret forever." Hermione sighed. They were sitting on the floor of the cave that Harry had made for himself at the end of their fourth year-the year when Harry had defeated Kronos, with Percy Jackson's help of course. It was the week after Cedric had died when Harry had opened the door to the attic and consumed the spirit, hoping it would help defeat old Moldyshorts.
Halfway through the summer, Hermione left for the Burrow. Harry had known that it was too dangerous to return to the Dursleys after running away when he was 8, so he used The Mist to fool the Order after Argus dropped him off. But he was never going to tell them.
It was too dangerous, far too dangerous. Dumbledore had been saying to the Order when Harry arrived that the ancient myths were dangerous, evil things. After that, all thoughts of telling them he WAS one of those 'evil things' were banished from both their heads.
As Sirius hugged him, Harry felt like a fraud. Moony could tell. Harry knew he could. But he never allowed himself to stay in the same room as the werewolf for longer than a few seconds.
Sometimes, Harry was tempted to tell Ron, at the very least, or Sirius. But he couldn't risk it. The Order was almost like Camp Half-Blood but... Harry somehow didn't miss it as much. No one here knew both sides of him, except perhaps Hermione. Harry remembered all too clearly, the day he found CHB
Flashback
Harry ran across the field, the minotaur hot on his trail. Somehow in his fear, he's apparated to NY. Ralph, a satyr, had seen him and helped him across, saying that he felt an aura from Harry.
Yet Harry was a mortal, son of Lily and James Potter. However, as soon as he passed the boundaries Chiron had said ''Oh, my dear boy. You have been blessed by Hecate, as so few wizards are. In fact, you are the tenth in history!"
That was the day he found out...Voldemort, Hogwarts, everything. Again Chiron used the Mist to fool Hagrid and Dumbly.
He had been drawn to the Hermes cabin, being a natural prankster. He had become best friends with Percy Jackson, a son of poseidon, two years older than him.
That was the best year of his life
Flashback over
"CHILDREN!" Molly Weasley called. "DINNER!"
Harry just hoped nobody asked a question.
