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Once we had spoken our permission for them to enter camp and we were all settled at the pavilion and we'd gotten food for Hermione, Ron, and Harry, Harry spoke up.

"Would you like to give your explanation first?" he asked, shoveling barbecue into his mouth after he spoke.

I looked at Annabeth and nodded. "It's sorta complicated. It's just that Annabeth and I, and most of the other people here, are demigods," I blurted out.

Harry gasped, but Ron and Hermione snorted. "Waff da, uh ogfoo bran'?" Ron asked through a mouthful of food.

"No, it's not a dog food brand!" Annabeth huffed, raising her chin slightly.

"That's highly illogical. There's no such thing as a demigod, those were all just myths and legends," Hermione sniffed, looking proud of her reasoning.

I cocked my eyebrow. "Oh really? Is this a myth?" I asked. I turned in my seat toward the large fountain a couple yards away from the dining pavilion. I focused hard on it, and raised the water out of it. I carried it through the air, swirling it around, ad then dropping it gently back into the fountain.

Hermione's jaw dropped, and I resisted the urge to laugh. "I'm a son of Poseidon, god of the sea. Annabeth is a daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom."

Hermione looked at Annabeth in awe. Obviously, she thought very highly of logic, intelligence, and wisdom. But then she looked back at me.

"Wait a minute! That does even make sense! Poseidon and Athena hated each other! How could you two possibly stand the sight of each other?" She said, confused.

"It's a long story. But before we go into details, you need to explain." Annabeth said.

Harry cleared his throat. "You saw what we did earlier, right? It was a protection spell. We're… um, well… we're wizards," Harry said, looking me in the eye.

Annabeth's jaw dropped. "What! And you had the nerve to say that being demigods is illogical? You think you're wizards, for Zeus's sake!" she said, her shock too demanding for her to yell properly.

Harry nodded in understanding. "It's hard to believe, I know. My parents were killed by an evil wizard. We won't speak his name, that's how his followers track you. We call him You-Know-Who, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But I grew up with my aunt, uncle, and cousin, never knowing I was a wizard. But now I kind of wish I'd never found out," he said quietly, looking down at his empty plate.

Annabeth, as always, was way too curious. "Why would you wish that?"

Harry looked up, meeting her eyes. "Well, I guess that's kind of untrue. I really just want to be a normal wizard. When I was just a year old, a prophecy was issued about me and You-Know-Who. It basically says that one of us has to kill the other. Vol- I mean, You-Know-Who tried to kill me, but he only killed my parents. He gave me this scar," he pointed to the lightning bolt adorning his forehead.

I stared at him, open-mouthed. Ron noticed my expression. "What are you looking at him for? It's not like he chose this!"

Annabeth looked up at me, and she suppressed laughter at my fish-face. "Maybe it's because Percy and I went through almost the same exact thing only a few weeks ago," she said.

Hermione gasped. "What do you mean? What happened?"

I answered her. "About sixty years ago, a prophecy was given that a child of one of the Big Three gods - Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades – was going to either save or destroy Olympus when they reached sixteen. The evil titan Kronos returned, and he possessed the body of a guy named Luke. He used to be our friend, but…"

I trailed off, not knowing what to say. I didn't want to say too much.

Surprisingly, Hermione burst into tears, burying her face in Ron's neck; he rubbed her shoulders and looked at me. "Finish your story," he urged.

"Well, I was the hero of the prophecy, more or less. A lot of our friends died, and now Mount Olympus is ruined. But now, a new prophecy was just given by my friend, Rachel, who just happens to be the new Oracle of Delphi, the first living one in sixty years," I finished.

"Oh, wow!" Hermione gushed, "A real Mount Olympus! Have you ever been there? What does it look-"

Ron cleared his throat, interrupting her. "But anyway, what is this place? Some sort of military academy?"

"No, it's a camp for other half-bloods. We also have satyrs and dryads and naiads that live either here or in the forest. My pet, Mrs. O'Leary, is a hellhound, and she lives here too. Our activities director is Chiron, the ancient centaur teacher of demigods, and he's a centaur. Dionysus, our camp director, is actually-"

"A god!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "He's the god of wine, right? We went over some of the old Greek myths in Ancient Runes class. Professor Vector didn't care much for them, though."

I opened my mouth to ask a question, but Harry answered before I could ask. "We used to go to a special school, called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We would have been in our seventh year, but it's too dangerous, what with all of the Death Eaters after me. They're his followers," he said.

I nodded in understanding. "Wow. This certainly has been an interesting day. You guys shouldn't leave until things are a little bit safer. The borders of camp are protected, so no one can get in. But what would we tell everyone? Could you guys pretend to be demigods?" I asked, looking at Annabeth for help.

It seemed our answer would have to come a little quicker than expected, though.