Author's Note: So, I'm not really pushing these chapters, I'm just letting them cut off where I think they should end and picking them up where I think they should start. Next chapter will be Camp Half Blood, which will be new for me and I hope it goes well. :) Well until next time, enjoy my friends!

Harry stared out the window of the Hogwarts Express his brow furrowed in concentration. Across the carriage his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, looked at one another in worry. The young hero had been oddly silent since he had returned from the Chamber of Secrets as though something was weighing heavily on his mind.

"Mate are you alright," Ron asked suddenly breaking the awkward silence that had grown between them. The red haired boy was not usually known for tact or really paying attention to things that didn't interest him, but he knew an angry Harry Potter was a scary Harry Potter. "You've been awfully quiet lately."

The raven haired teen looked toward his first human friend with unnaturally calculating eyes, something that the youth had been doing more and more often since his fight with the basilisk. "I'm fine Ron," Harry said without any real attachment. "I've just had a lot on my mind recently."

In truth Harry had been thinking about the woman from the Chamber and whether or not she was real. Had he dreamed about some strange woman with how close he was to death before Fawkes had cried in his wound, or had a Goddess really appeared to him and told him about his parents? She didn't leave the Chamber with him and Ginny and the red headed girl had never mentioned her, it was like she had never seen her.

"I understand that coming that close to," Hermione started to say before trailing off. Her chocolate eyes fell shut as she though of her friend having come so close to his demise while she had not been able to help. "Maybe it would help if you talked to someone Harry. Maybe you could write to Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall over the summer," the bushy haired witch asked leaning forward.

The green eyed boy shook his head before readjusting his glasses. "I don't think they could help me with this," he said softly. "Thank you though." It wasn't long after he spoke that the whistle on the train went off causing the three to jump. Standing quickly, despite Hermione's protest to remain seated until the train had stopped, the two boys began to pull their trunks down from the overhead storage space in preparation to leave.

As Harry stepped onto the platform, after the train had stopped, he was pulled into a crushing hug from the Weasley Matron. "Oh Harry, thank you so much for what you did for my little girl," the red headed woman said. "I'm sorry I didn't get to thank you that night but I... I was so distraught," she said.

"It's alright Mrs. Weasley, I understand," Harry said bashfully as he stepped away from the matron. His green eyes shifted around the platform before he caught someone who appeared out of place. He ignored Molly greeting her children as he took in the strange young woman standing near the back of the crowd.

Her skin was as pale as the wood of his wand, with eyes the color of dark green leaves in deep summer and hair as vibrant red as mistletoe berries hanging down to the middle of her back. She was dressed in a pair of faded and torn jeans and a button up green and red plaid shirt that was opened at the top revealing a good bit of cleavage that had many males licking their lips. In her well manicured hands was a sign with his name written in purple ink that seemed to sparkle in the station lights.

Hermione it seemed had noticed his eyes lingering on the obviously older and top heavy female. "Harry, is that your ride? Oh no! You don't think the Dursleys told her about the platform do you? They could get in so much trouble," she said quickly.

"Its fine Hermione," Harry said with a grin at his friend. "I doubt the Dursleys would send anyone to pick me up if they even showed up after that stunt last summer," he said with a chuckle as he glanced at the Ron's twin brothers who were openly ogling the strange girl. "I better get going, I'll send you a letter by Hedwig if I can."

"You better mister," Hermione said with a smile, showing off her slightly over-sized front teeth. "Have a good summer Harry."

The famous wizard laughed and spread his arms wide. "After last year? How could it get any worse?" With a smile on his lips he turned and made his way toward the pale skinned woman. "Hello there, my name is Harry Potter. I don't suppose a woman in a bed sheet sent you did she?"

The girl's eyes flew wide open at the last sentence before she turned her eyes to the ceiling as though waiting for it to crack open and drop down upon them at any moment. After a few moments she sighed and shook her head. "You should not speak of the Wise One like that," she said in a whisper. "But yes, I suppose what you say is true. I've come to take you to camp, Harry Potter. My name is Meadow and we should get moving, we have a flight to catch."

"Its nice to meet you," the raven haired wizard said with a grin. With a wave to his friends who were still talking, Harry and Meadow made their way through the barrier between platforms nine and ten and back into the muggle world. Once on the other side however, the sight of blonde hair made the wizard sigh and duck his head. It seemed the Dursleys had come for him after all.

Vernon Dursley was an incredibly fat man, with a walrus mustache and hair that had long since learned to part on its own. His wife, Harry's aunt, Petunia was a tall blond woman with too much neck and blue eyes that she mainly used for peeking through windows and over fences to spy on the neighbors. Last but not least was the baby whale sized cousin, Dudley, who was threatening to become just as round as he was tall any day now. All three of the Dursleys were glaring at Harry and Meadow with clear fury on their faces.

As a unit the dreadfully boring family moved forward, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow even as Meadow began to shake at his side, had his family always been able to move like a perfect unit? "Hello Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley. I'm sorry I didn't write ahead but I won't be returning with you for the summer months."

"Umm, Mr. Potter-"

"Call me Harry."

"Alright, Harry then, I don't think that is your family," Meadow said in a voice that trembled in fear.

"Clever little Nymph," Vernon snarled baring his long canines. Harry's other eyebrow joined the first, something weird was really going on now, and his hand flew to his back pocket where his wand resided. "Boy," the Vernon look-a-like snarled as it turned its head toward the wizard, "you won't be going anywhere this summer. Well, nowhere but the Underworld," the creature snarled before it began to shimmer along with Petunia and Dudley. It was as though something was falling away from the trio revealing a hulking golden beast, all fur, claws and fangs.

"That is the biggest lion I have ever seen," Harry muttered before he was forced to leap backwards with the older girl to avoid a swipe of huge clawed padded hands. "What the bloody hell is that," the wizard demanded.

"Its the N-N-N-Nemean Lion," Meadow stuttered in horror as she continued to back away from the approaching beast. "His hide is impenetrable, nothing but pure brute strength will take him down," she whispered.

The green eyed wizard nodded as he brought his wand out of his back pocket. "Oh good, me versus indestructible magical beast, round two." By now the hundreds of muggles in Kings Cross had taken notice of the monstrous monster and began screaming and rushing about in a panic as they made their ways to the exits. Raising his wand Harry aimed at the mythical beast and released the first spell he could think of. "Expelliarmus!"

A jet of red light flew from his Holly and Phoenix Feather wand, causing Meadow's eyes to go wide when she caught sight of it, and flew straight at the lion who towered over the twelve year old boy. The spell slammed into the lion's chest before glancing off and slamming into the tiled floor of the train station shattering a number of squares. Harry's mind went blank as he stared at the apparently magic resistant beast and groaned. 'This is going to be like the basilisk all over again,' he thought.

A distant whistling sound caught the boy's attention and a smile slid onto his face. He might have not had brute strength but if this thing was made up of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley he could certainly out think it. "Here Kitty Kitty," Harry called out as he began to move closer to the train tracks. His green eyes glanced to the side where he was able to see the heavy locomotive heading into the station. "Come on Kitty, come and get me," he said standing up proud with his wand at his side. "I'll even give you a free shot!"

The lion released a tremendous roar as its claws sunk into the floor, his shoulders twitched as it prepared to leap. With a swiftness that was born from countless ages of hunting prey, the great lion leaped forward, its claws extended and ready to tear the wizard-demigod to shreds. With speed and reflexes born from dodging his cousin and his gang, honed by Oliver Wood's relentless Quidditch practices, Harry ducked beneath the lion at he last moment and allowed the beast to sail over his head and to the tracks below.

As both competitors spun to face each other one more, the lion's gaze met the Gryffindor's own smug smirk. Raising two fingers to his forehead, Harry gave the lion a salute just before the train whistle, now much closer, sounded again and desperately. The lion's giant head swiveled toward the roaring and whistling train in shock just before the getting kissed by 74,000 tons of steel. There was no roar, no whimper of pain, as the legendary lion was sent flying through the air, its indestructible body slamming far wall of the train station before falling to the ground and laying motionless.

"Di Immortales," Meadow whispered as she looked from the Boy-Who-Lived to the Nemean Lion in shock. The red headed nymph was shocked, was that even in the rules? For once she wished she paid more attention to the Satyrs at camp when they talked about bringing in demigods and the battles they had been forced to partake in. Her green eyes trailed after the youth as he walked up to the lion and knelt down, placing his hands on the golden hide of the beast. In a flash of gold it vanished, offered up to the Lady Athena no doubt.

"Well, lets get going," Harry said with a smile as he walked back toward the older girl and his trunk, his wand vanishing back into his pocket. "Merlin, I wish I had a train about a month ago, that would have been a much easier fight," he joked.

Meadow could only nod her head in awe as she fell into step slightly behind the newly found demigod. The boy was obviously Lady Athena's son she decided. Who else would have thought to let a train do the dirty work for them? But, if the boy was the son of the Goddess of Wisdom, why had Lady Artemis put her foot down on no Satyr's going to retrieve him?