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Chapter 2

She walked to the nearest fountain there was. She chanted, " Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering." She threw a gold coin in the fountain immediately after.

A mist was created and although it took me a while to make out, I saw a man with parted brown hair and milky brown eyes. "Ah, Annabeth, how are you my dear?" He said with a warm, kind smile. He reminded me of Dumbledore. "Chiron, Harry and I," she pointed to me, "will be at camp very soon." He nodded obviously knowing what she was talking about. I certainly didn't.

"Um, Annabeth, can we talk about this, I don't think my Aunt and Uncle will be very happy that their nephew is missing." I stated. Clearly saying the obvious. "Well, then call them, genius."

I took out my phone, scrolled through my contact list and found the name Aunt Petunia. I hit call but her phone must have been on silent because she didn't answer. I left a voicemail saying, "Hey, Aunt Petunia I'm going to be going somewhere with a new friend. Call me when you get this message."

I felt weird calling Annabeth a friend when we just met each other. But, we did kill a monster together. That must count for something.

"Done?" She asked.

"Yeah, I left her a voicemail, she didn't pick up."

"Alrighty."

She grabbed my arm and led me to the side of the street. She hailed a cab. We both got in and started talking. We talked about our age, England, but not a single word of what happened in that alley.

I see her constantly trying to steal peeks of my lightning scar. Since, I started gelling my hair up I couldn't really hide it with my bangs. Throughout the entire drive to this "camp" she was giving the driver directions. "Is this the place," I asked. I saw what really did look like a camp. Except for the fact, that from the distance I saw kids dueling with swords and shooting bows and arrows at targets. "This is it," she announced to the driver. She was starting to take money out but I was quicker. "Too late," I said and we headed out of the taxi. She led me over a rather small hill.

Since I was behind her I could see her blonde hair was braided perfectly. She had an orange tee-shirt on and denim shorts. She did look rather pretty. "C'mon, what are you, a snail?"

"Nah, I think, for the most part, that I'm human."

"Well you're not walking like it."

"Whatever, fine you win. I'll walk faster." Once, we had climbed the hill, a man in a wheelchair greeted us. "Hello, young man." He said with the same warm, kind smile that I saw through the mist. "Hello, sir." I shook his hand. I guess I wasn't expecting him to have such a strong grip for a man in a wheelchair.

"Come," he gestured towards Annabeth and I. He led us inside a big house. "Sit down," Chiron said. I sat on a really comfortable couch they had. "What's your name?"

"Harry Potter, sir."

"Chiron, my dear boy. My name is Chiron," said Chiron. " Ehm, Chiron, we need to talk about something. Like right now," said Annabeth. "What do you need to talk about, dear?"

"Well, Harry and I, before I Iris-Messaged you, we battled a Chimera and," I cut her off.

"That's what it was? That Greek Mythological thingy?"

"Yes, Harry it was a Chimera, but anyways Chiron Harry used," I cut her off again.

"But Greek Mythology is all fake. That's why it's called mythology. Emphasis on myths."

"Harry, you either you shut up or I throw you into Tartarus!"

"Isn't Tartarus that place where Hades throws bad people?"

"HARRY POTTER! EITHER YOU SHUT UP NOW OR WILL CHOP YOU UP INTO TINY PIECES!"

And with that I shut up. Chiron was just laughing to himself through the entire scene. "Anyways, while we were battling that Chimera he used something odd."

"Well than ask Harry to see what he used." I looked at Annabeth. I really didn't want to die at the hand of a really pretty blonde. She nodded. "Okey dokey. I know I'm going to get into a boatload of trouble but, I'm a wizard and I used magic to kick that Chimera's butt." Chiron and Annabeth's mouths were hanging open. "So a son of Hecate, right?" She asked Chiron.

"I don't know, we have to see if Hecate will claim him or not."

"But, Chiron he used magic. And if he isn't a son of Hecate, than he's obviously the son of Aphrodite. I mean look at him."

I was more than confused. "Am I alive or not?!" I bellowed. "You two," I pointed at them, "have a lot of explaining to do." I folded my hands on put them on my head. I also crossed my legs out in front of me. "Get started."

"Harry, you're half God or Goddess." Annabeth said plainly.

"Excuse me? Half God? What kind of sick, twisted joke is this?" I just stared at them. I didn't want to believe them. I had just found out I was a wizard 3 years ago. "Harry, this isn't a joke, Greek Gods and Goddesses exist. One God or Goddess is your parent." She said.

She looked like she felt bad for me. I could see in the stormy, grey eyes of hers that she must have gone through the same thing. "So, that thing that Annabeth and I saw in the alley was really a Chimera?"

"Yes, Harry." Chiron had seemed deep in thought. He hadn't spoken until this moment.

"Harry, who are your parents?" I got a little upset over this question. I deeply disliked talking about my parents. "Well, my mom was Lily Potter and my dad….. well, I don't know. My dad left my mom and I before we were born."

I looked at the ground the entire time I said that. I was ashamed that my own father hadn't even visited me once in the 12, almost 13 years I've lived.

"Did your mom come with you to New York with you, Harry?" Tears were starting to well up in my eyes. I had never talked about either of my parents with somebody so long.

"Uh, my mom was killed when I was a year and a half old. She was killed by the evilest wizard that's ever lived, Voldemort."

Chiron looked as if he had just remembered something. "You're the boy who lived!"

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