Chapter 1: Cameron Potter
"Valdez! Stolls!" I shreiked. They had stolen my clothes. I ran after them, my bath robe tight around my body. Leo Valdez and Conner and Travis Stoll are the annoying pranksters of the Camp. I am Cammie, the wierd girl who doesn't have dyslexia or ADHD. I'm a daughter of Apollo, The only one who can't play any instruments. Whenever I try to play anything, it sounds like a screaming banshee. Another thing is that, as soon as I got to camp, I washed my hands, and BOOM! I found out that I'm a daughter of Apollo and blessed by Hecate, Athena, and Poseidon. It was the quickest claim ever recorded in a century.
"Yo, Potter!" I heard Conner Stoll shout. It came from a nearby tree. My bra dangled by his index finger. Dam, was I lucky that most of the camp was still showering. I could feel my face was beet red. I groaned. All of a sudden, my robe fell off and yet, I still felt warm. I looked down to see that I was completely dressed in the clothes that the three pranksters had stolen from me.
I stared at them with a want for them to fall into the mud puddles under the tree that they were perched. I shook my head. Idiots, I thought, They'll never learn. My thoughts were interupted by a cry.
"Ahhhhh!" I looked at the Stolls who were now sitting in the mud puddles, completely covered in the mud. I saw Leo Valdez who's pants were now flying around in circles and he was chasing them. Suddenley, Misty, a daughter of Hecate and my best and one of my only friends, appeared next to me.
"Did you do that?" I asked. She shook her head.
"Maybe it was you and your temper," She joked, though I can do a little magic because I was blessed by her mother, Hecate. "I don't know, maybe the gods took pity on you and punished them. Anyway, I'm going to town with Will, Nico, Frank, and Hazel. They wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come." I loved going to town and Will, my half-brother, and his friends are really nice to me and let me tag along whenever they go. I nodded and we all went on our way.
Now, before anything else, I need to tell you a little more about myself. I am Cameron (Cammie) Potter. I am an orphan. I circled the streets of London on my own until a God, I think Apollo, appeared and brought me to Camp Half-Blood when I was five. Even though I have my English origin, I don't have a very thick accent. I use American words and sound almost completely American. Though I never knew who my mother was, I always told myself that I have her startling green eyes and wavy brown hair. I have a really wierd lightning-shaped scar on my forehead, which, I suspect is another reason why I barely have any friends. I am fifteen years old (as are Misty and Hazel) and was born on July 31, 1980. (A/N: Time Setting is Harry's fifth year.) I love reading and writing. It helps me escape to a world where I am a normal girl who is whatever or whoever she wants to be. I can sing but, I told you about my instrument 'talents'. I love music, though. My thoughts were interrupted by Misty. She poked me and waved her hand in front of my face. I swatted at her petitte hand.
"What?" I asked and Misty did her signature jazz hands.
"Mani-Pedis?" She asked.
"Of course!" I said. Misty, Hazel, and I walked towards Louise's Goddess Nail Salon. Louise was one of the few adult demigods in the town next to Camp, an Aphrodite daughter. The few shops owned by the adult demigods were usually the only shops that the kids at Camp would visit.
"Hello!" Louise called to us. We would always visit her first thing on our town trips. "The three of you? Pick a color." We greeted her and walked towards the wall of nail polishes. Misty picked a pretty purple. Hazel's choice was a gold and black Crackle. I scanned the shelves. I finally settled on black with my ring fingernails painted silver.
"So," I heard Louise's thick English accent. "All settled then? Sit, sit. Is the camp still beautiful?" We nodded. "Good, very good. Any dates, you three?" Hazel told her about Frank kissing her and Misty rattled on about her boyfriend, Andrew. I stayed silent though this. "What about you, Cammie? Any luck with boys?" I shook my head.
"I'm still a prank target for the Stolls and Valdez." I explained what they had done to me.
"You know, my mother told me that if a boy teases you or pranks you, he usually likes you. My husband, Marco, was the Hermes prankster of Camp when we were your age. It might just so happen that they have a crush on you. Done!" She said as she finished my nails and toes. My nails wer perfectly shaped and my toes were black with a silver moon and star design on my bigger toes.
"Omgs! They are soops cute!" Misty admired my toes as her nail artsist finished her toe designs. Hazel nodded. "How many drachmas do we owe you?"
"None. On the house." Louise said, bidding us goodbye. "And Cameron?" I turned. "Good luck with the boys." She said, as she always did.
As we passed by a bookstore I stared at the fresh new books in the window. "Guys, you go on, I'll catch up with you guys."
"Why? Bookstore, again?" Hazel asked. I nodded and the girls laughed and rolled their eyes. "What did we do to deserve a bookworm friend?"
"Whatever." I said "Meet you guys at Riccadelli's, right, where we were gona meet the guys for lunch?" They nodded and I walked into the bookstore, the smell of unread books overwhelming me. I walked over to the Mythology and Magic section to see a mysterious man. He stood at 8 ft 6 in. He was three times as wide as a normal man and held a pink umbrella.
"Oop! Sorry," He said with a Western Country accent. His long beard bounced up and down as he spoke. "I didn't mean ter hog up the section. I'm interested with the stuff me self. What about you?"
"Sorry, er, yes. Yes I love mythology and Magic." I said, scanning the shelves. "I find it very interesting.'' Then, it occured that he could be a magic or mythology related being. I spoke the code. "Eise mayikos?" I asked. It means 'Are you magic?' in Greek. It's a way to find out who is or isn't part of the Mist world. Monsters, demigods, gods, witches, wizards, anything that you can find in Mythology or books about magic.
"Yep." He said simply. I picked up a book called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. "Blimey, they made a book outa 'im?" He asked no one in particular. He looked at me. "A wonder, that boy. I knew-" Then he stopped, he was staring at my forehead. This is what I called 'The Spying of the Scar'. "Blimey, you look jus' like 'em. The scar, Lily's eyes and hair, James's nose. Who are you?''
"My father, the Sun God, Apollo,'' I whispered my father's name. "Tells me that my mother's name was Lily Potter and that I am Cameron Potter, call me Cammie. Nice to meet you, Mr., Erm, what is your name, sir?" I stuck out my hand to shake his.
"It can't be... It was only Harry who lived. Lily and James Potter died, they couldn't have had another kid." I whispered. "Miss Potter, you hav'ta read that book. I'm Rebeus Hagrid, call me Hagrid."
"Why do I need to read this book and..." I looked at the book. There was a boy on the cover who had the same scar as me, same eyes, and same nose. It dawned on me that we had the same last name. Hagrid bent down to whisper something in my ear.
"You are a witch, Cammie." He whispered.
"It can't be, I'm a demigod." I said.
"You are, I don't deny 'at, but yer also a witch. I'm gessin' that yer mom was helped by 'pollo to have you twins."
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand." I said. "My father is Apollo and my mother is Lily Potter. I am an orphan and an only child. My mother died in a car crash."
"Gods, Imma have a canary with 'pollo. Telli' yer ma died in a car crash. Like the Dursleys told Harry." He shook his big, furry head. "Yer ma died because of a Dark wizard. So did her husband. Obviousley, ye lived 'long with Harry. Only people to ever live the curse."
"A Dark Wizard? What was his name?" I asked, interested.
"I can't say. It gives me goosebumps and we don't speak 'is name." He rubbed his arms at the thought of the wizard.
"Can't you write it down?" I asked, eager to find out who killed my mum.
"Can't don't know how ter spell it. It's too hard. I remember this converstaion with Harry. Oh, I'll jus' say it." He gave up and bent down, ready to whisper again. "Voldemort." Was all he said.
"Voldemort?'' I asked
"Don't say 'is name!" He jumped. "And yes. You-Know-Who killed yer parents. I'll have to get Chiron's permission to bring ye to Olympus to talk ter 'pollo 'bout yer parentage." I nodded.
"His name means 'kill' in French."
"Yep." He said. "I'll go talk ter Chiron later an' come to collect you termorrow to see 'pollo. Read that book. Read the next one, too. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Go upon yer business now. I'll see ye termorrow."
"Goodbye." I said and he left. I bought the two books and went to meet my frinds at Riccadelli's. I saw the guys sitting at our usual table. I sat down and thought about the man from the bookstore and what he said about taking me to Olympus to see my dad.
A/N Sorry! I just replaced it. Time setting has been changed. I'm evil!
