Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series, and Rick Riordan, author of the Percy Jackson series.

Warnings: Future slash, meaning boyxboy

Note: Takes place during the Titan's Curse.

Latin and Greek

"Who carries a trunk nowadays?" Percy grumbled as he dragged it up the hill, sending a curious glance at the other dark-haired boy.

Harry chose to ignore the question and, instead, asked one of his own.

"Where is this place?"

"Camp Half-Blood," grunted Percy, setting the trunk at his feet with a thump.

What? Half-blood as in one magical parent and one muggle parent? Harry observed the group of teens in front of him before deciding to keep his mouth shut about magic in case he broke any laws. But then again, there was a centaur present, so they had to be somewhat magical.

"What's your name?"

"Harry," he replied, heart still pumping with adrenaline from his close encounter with a Minotaur. As inconspicuously as he could, Harry pocketed his wand, brushing it off as if he was simply shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Ooh, British," Thalia remarked, eyeing him critically before raising an eyebrow. "Yo, Percy! You have a long-lost brother you never told me about?"

Percy blinked in surprise.

"I'm pretty sure I have no other siblings," he said, turning his head to observe Harry, noting the matching black hair and green eyes.

"We will be holding a game of Capture the Flag against the Hunters, as it is tradition of Camp Half-Blood," Chiron stepped forward, ushering the campers to get ready and prepare.

Harry stiffened when he met the centaur's knowing eyes.

Stupid centaurs and their omnipotent minds.

"Percy, do you mind?" asked Chiron, gesturing with a nod at Harry.

"This way to Hermes' cabin," Percy placed his hands on his shoulders, steering him in a random direction.

"Hey, dimwit! You forgot his trunk!" called Thalia.

"You carry it!" Percy shot back. "I'm giving him a tour!"

"Hermes?" Harry titled his head, "As in the god?"

Before the taller could reply, gasps were heard all around. The hands guiding him loosened their grip before falling off their perch.

A sense of foreboding filled Harry's stomach. He slowly turned around, seeing the shocked expression on Percy's face. Further away, the group of girls with silver jacks were staring in horror, betrayal flashing in their eyes.

"Impossible," he heard one of them mumble.

Harry looked up, catching sight of the floating hologram above his head. He didn't see what the big deal was. It was just a stag.

"No way," Percy whispered. His sea green eyes bored into emerald ones. "You're the son of Artemis?"

Stepping back from the intense stares, Harry shook his head.

"No, I can't be."

Percy pointed at the hologram. "That isn't a lie."

No, it was impossible. Harry ran his hand through his hair tiredly, trying to come up with a way to convince the other boy.

"Gods just don't exist. I'm not the son of Artemis," Whoever that was, Harry added mentally, "so if you'll excuse me, I'll just be on my way."

He made to grab his trunk from Thalia's frozen form. It's just after lunch time, so to find the Dursleys, if he started moving now—but which direction again?— he should arrive before dinner. Maybe later. Much, much later. He sighed, oh he was so screwed.

Just as Harry was about to start retracing his steps, he turned only to come face to face—err, chest—with Chiron.

"On the contrary, Harry Potter. Gods are real," the centaur's eyes twinkled, almost as if saying, "Just like your magic."

Harry swallowed, a bit unnerved by Chiron's sudden reappearance.

"So, what now? Gods are real, so what do you want me to do?"

The centaur paced slowly in front of him.

"You'll have to stay and train, Mr. Potter," Woah, when did he give him his last name? "for when a demigod learns about his true identity, danger will become a regular occurrence."

He resisted the urge to snort. Please, like anything could top being hunted down by a dark lord.

"I think you got it all wrong. Lily Evans is my mother, not this Artemis person, whoever the heck— "

"Finish that sentence," one of the girls in silver warned, "and I will not show mercy, even if you are," here her eloquence failed her, "my lady's son."

She had her bow strung, arrow poised to attack, aimed right at his head.

Harry flinched back before defiance rose in him. He lifted his chin up and narrowed his eyes. People may see him as suicidal, but he was anything if not loyal to the core, and that extended to his deceased mother, even if he didn't get to know her.

"I can't deny the truth," he raised his hands up, "so shoot me."

Tension filled the air as the two stared each other down, neither willing to give any ground.

"I believe it's time to commence Capture the Flag," Chiron interrupted, breaking the strained atmosphere.

Percy snapped out of his trance and grabbed Harry's wrist, dragging him away.

"Man, you've got a death wish," he muttered before ruffling the shorter's hair playfully. "My team, got it?"

"Wait, what?"

"You're on my team," Percy clarified. "We're playing against the Hunters."

"The who?"

"The girls in silver."

"Oh, shoot," frowned Harry, well aware of the gazes of contempt directed in his direction.

"Yep," Percy nodded, noticing the hateful stares, "you're screwed. But that just means you'll be a good decoy. They'll be too busy trying to kill you that we'll win."

Harry gaped at him incredulously.

"Don't worry, it's against the rules to kill someone," he patted his back in what he intended to be a comforting way. To Harry, however, it only solidified his soon to be death (he could literally feel the burn of their eyes drilling into the back of his head). Man, why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut?