A/N: You know, I totally almost fell out of my roley-chair when I was on my email. The alerts for people adding this story to their favorites, commenting, and someone (lets say its annonymus for now) even added me to their favorite authors! Not a lot of people read my stories in real life, so this is amazing to me. Here comes another chappie!

Summary: Amara Potter has secrets, some that she keeps even from her best friends. Shes dyslexic, has ADHD, is able to read and speak Ancient Greek, and loves to read about the greek gods. The last thing she expects to happen on a trip to America with the Dursleys, was to be attacked by a Manticore. With new friends, new secrets, new powers, will she be able to save someone who really matters to her – or die trying?

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HP!

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Amara looked out of the taxi window, at the city. People were every where, and she couldn't help but feel at home there. When they got to their hotel, Dudley shoved her out of the car.

"Girl, get the bags! Our room number is 56!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Amara said in monotone, already at the trunk of the car.

As she carried them in, Amara almost stopped dead in her tracks. The Manager, Ms. Collins, was staring straight at her. Amara shuddered, at the hungry, hate filled look. She avoded looking at Ms. Collins, and continued her treck to room 56.

Uncle Vernon was rummaging through the refrigerator, Aunt Petunia was in the bathroom putting up her tolietries, and Dudley was hooking up a game system. Amara sighed, and put the things in separate rooms, but there were only two.

"Aunt Petunia, wheres my room?" Amara asked hesitantly.

Aunt Petunia scowled at her, eyes narrowed, "You sleep on the pull out couch, girl! We wouldn't waist our money on you!"

Amara rolled her eyes and sighed, heading back to the living room. Dudley just sneered at her, and went back to hooking up the system. Somethings, just never changed.

Laying atop the couch, she was reminded of the time she slept on the couch in the living room of a hotel. But, back then, there had been hundereds of letters being sent to her. As night came, so did sleep. Her dreams were filled with clouds and lightning.

The next day, Amara got up early and made breakfeast. The wafting smells of bacon and eggs drifted through the hotel room lulling the Dursleys from their beds. They stumbled into the kitchen like zombies.

As she set down the plates down, Vernon and Dudley only grunted. Having mastered Dursley-speak when she was six, Amara didn't say anything in return.

"Girl," Petunia said slowly, "We will be going out to sight see today. You are aloud to go anywhere, but you have to be back 7:00 tonight,"
Amara noded, "Yes, thank you , Aunt Petunia,"

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"Wow," Amara whispered, trying to take everything in.

She had her red hair in a pony tail, an oversized red shirt, and old ripped jeans. Her trainers were origanally white, but they had gone to a muddy gray over the years.

Amara began walking again, a city map in her hand. When she started to pass an alley way, someone ranstright into her side. She landed on her side with an 'oof'. On top of her, grinning malicously, was Ms. Collins.

But no, this was different. She almost looked like a humanoid lioness. She growled at Amara, her claw like hands digging into her skin.

"Ah, you little heros are so easy to kill," Ms. Collins purred, "I'll have fun eating you,"

Before she could do anything of the sort, Amara puched her in the nose – snout? – and slid from under her. Ms. Collins was up in only mere seconds. She swung a puch at Amara, who jumped back, her hand grabbing the nearest thing – a trash can lid.

Amara flung it like a frisbee at Ms. Collins hitting her in the stomach. Ms. Collins shot at her, making them fly back into the wall. Amara noted the sickening crack in her shoulder, but gritted her teeth, and didn't make any sound of discomfert.

She kneed her, making the lion-woman stumble back. And suddenly, there was another person there. She had long, curly blond hair with gray streaks in it. She had stormy grey eyes and a slight tan. The orange shirt she had on read 'Camp Half Blood'.

The girl pulled out a dagger, vaulted on Ms. Collins, and stuck the dagger in her neck. With one cry, Ms. Collins turned to dust. Amara could only stare wide eyed, mouth agape.

'What in Merlins saggy pants…'

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