A/N: Hola! So, more people are reading this story! Great! But, I need to tell you all something. I only have access to a computer to type this stuff on some weekends, so if I take a little while to update, don't worry! Now, I want you to know you have one vote each chapter for pairings. Voteing ends after this chappie, so VOTE!

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?

Pairings: Percy/Annabeth Jason/? Piper/? Leo/? Amara/?

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HP!

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"Hey, are you okay?" The girl asked, "You shouldn't be out here alone, with all the monstors running around,".

"What the hell are you talking about? Monsters?" Amara asked, confused, "And are you alright? That-that thing, what was it? And who are you?"

The girl slipped her dagger into the shelth on her waist, and smiled, "Im fine. My names Annabeth Chase, and that was a Manticore. Do you know anything about greek myths?"

Amara nodded slowly and suspicously. Where was this conversation going?

"Well, they're all real,"

"Um, are you, I don't know, crazy? Because myths are just that- myths," Amara snapped, "I need to get home,"

"You don't sound like your from around here," Annabeth noticed, "Your british? Home for you, would be a long way away. And your hurt. Let me take you back to Camp, so you can get healed. Grover should be waiting for me at the cab,"

"No, I will not. Your crazy," Amara insisted, standing, and wincing at her shoulder. Definitly broken.

Blood oozed from the claw marks on her arm, and her cheek was cut too. Amara began limping past her, her ankle throbbing, but Annabeth took her arm lightly.

"Its okay," Annabeth said quietly, "I promise, Im not going to hurt you. I want to help. And, if your one of us, you really need to come with me,"

Still confised, Amara blinked slowly. She was tired, and felt like she would faint at any moment. A stangers help would be better then none.

"And if I come with you, and I turn out to be one of you – whatever you are – what will happen?" She asked suspicously.

"You'll have to stay and train," Annabeth told her honestly, "So that you can defend yourself agaisnt monsters,".

"I can defend myself fine, thank you," Amara snapped, but at Annabeth's look she sighed, "Okay, so I need some work. But can we stop by the hotel, so I can get something?"

Annabeth smiled, "Sure, where are you staying?"

"Big Apple Inn," Amara was disgusted with the name. Of course, her Uncle would choose a place that was named after food.

They walked out of the alley, Amara leaning on Annabeth for suport.

"My names Amara Potter," She told Annabeth quietly, "And thanks, you know, for back there,".

Annabeth only smiled, "Its fine, Amara, really. Theres Grover,"

She pointed to a boy who looked to be about seventeen. He had mocha brown skin, brown hair, a small gotee, and achne. Something must have been wrong with his legs, because he was on crutches. When they got close, he sniffed the air, and froze. His eyes widened at her.

"Grover, we've got to get to Big Apple Inn, then to Camp. Amara was attacked by a Manticore," Annabeth told him.

He nodded, "Okay, Annabeth. The cabbie is getting annoyed though. We better hurry,"

Quickly, they slipped into the cab. The driver gave her a suspicous look, but obidetly drove to the Inn.

"Hey, what time is it?" Amara asked suddenly.

Grover glanced at his watch, "About 8:15, why?"

Amara cursed quietly, and hopped out of the cab once it stopped at the inn doors. Annabeth was racing after her, while Grover waited in the car. At room 56, they slipped in quickly. But, they did not go unnoticed by Uncle Vernon, who was watching TV in the living room.

"Girl! WHRE HAVE YOU BEEN!" He roared at Amara, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME AN HOUR AGO TO COOK DINNER! DID YOU WANT US TO STARVE?" Then, he noticed the shape she was in, and grinned evily, "Oh, so you got into a fight, huh? Well, you got what you deserved, girl. Now, go make dinner. Now!"
He hadnt noticed Annabeth, who stood in the door way, still with shock. Amara drew herself up, and gave her Uncle the best glare she could manage.

"No, Uncle, I will not. I am going now, but I need my bag," She sadi in a 'don't-mess-with-me' tone.

Uncle Vernon's face turned an ugly shade of purple, and he lifted his meaty fist, slamming it into her jaw. Amara's head snapped to the side, her eyes wide. Her Uncle hardly ever hit her, but when he did, there was no doubt that it hurt. She swallowed thickly, and looked him in the eye once more. Suddenly, thunder rang outside the Inn. With that distraction, she grabbed the ugly yellow duffel, and ran out the door. Annabeth, who was fuming, close behind.

"What was that?" She hissed, as the cab door shut, "Does he do that a lot?"

Amara kep silent, rummaging through her duffel. Grover's eyes flicked to the hand shaped briuse that now marred her other cheek.

"Woah, who did that?" He yelped.

"Her Uncle," Annabeth growled, and Grover's eyes widened comicly.

"What?" He yelped.

"Guys," Amara said loudly, "Really, its fine! He hasn't done it for a while now, Im good,".

"It isnt fine, Amara!" Annabeth argued.

"Drop it, Annabeth!" Amara yelled, "Just-just drop it, okay?"

An uncomfertable silence filled the cab. Not even tha driver dared to make small talk. Amara pulled out her wand, and photo album. She shrunk it, and slipped it into her pocket, along with her broom. Her invisibility clock was on her lap.

"Umm.. What was that?" Grover asked quietly.

"Magic. We have it in Britan, but its kept hidden from non-magical people," Amara told him, because she could always obliviate him later.

"Oh, the Hecate blessed mortles. I think Chiron told me about them once," Annabeth got a look in her eyes (which Amara knew was an bookish woman on a misson, from Hermione), "Tell me about it. I don't know much on it. And- is that an invisibility cloak? Its like my cap!"

Amara gave her a small smile, "Yeah, it is. I inheireted it from my Dad, James Potter…"

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A/N: Okay, so theres the chapter! Here are the tallies for pairing voters!

Jason:

Clarisse – 1

Aphrodite - 1

Leo:

Rachel – 1

Khione - 1

Piper:

Nico – 2

Amara:

Nico-4

Ares- 3

Hermes- 2

Poseidon- 1

So far, Nico is winning for Amara, but, I personally would love to do an Amara/Ares. If no votes come in for Piper, other then Nico, and Nico wins on Amara, I'll put it a Piper/Nico and Amara/second-place, okay?

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