A/N: Hey ya guys! This is the longest chapter I've written so far, literally at least triple what I would normally write for a chapter because I was enjoying it so so much! I hope you're all doing well in the crazy world. I've just finished all of my uni exams! SO I have a lot more time on my hands to give you guys more chapters. If you want anything in the story that I think is a cool/awesome idea just PM me or better yet put it in the review section.
Also I noticed that I didn't have a disclaimer on this story (Rookie error) so I would just like to say now that even though I wished I did, I do not own Harry Potter or the Percy Jackson series. Those rights go to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan respectively.
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Harry stared at Percy, mimicking his slack jaw. This boy, this Percy, had been to the Underworld and survived! He's not even a son of Hades! Harry felt a stab of jealously, he hadn't even travelled to his father's domain before and this boy had been there, he half hoped he had a terrible trip. He entered into his father's home, with or without consent and gotten back to this beautiful place. A scowl marred his features, chill fell over the arena, the shadows elongated, shifting into features of tortured faces and writhing animals. A shiver ran through the attending masses, a ripple in an icy pool.
"The Underworld?" Harry asked feigning the blissful ignorance that he so wished for. His hands twitched slightly, he could feel every vein in his body throb in anticipation for a fight, each nerve ending sizzling, creating a map of trepidation throughout his body. He could almost hear the whisper of his clone-like father in his ear, informing him of important battle strategy, the finest way of which to weave a web of delicate lies to escape this mess, but alas Harry was on his own. He was no Hades, no matter how physically similar. He stood in solidarity, allowing terror to wash over him, leaving him cleansed and ready to fight, shoulders tense, bony fingering inches away from his obsidian dagger.
"I can't exactly place it," Percy sighed as if contemplating a complex math problem, "it keeps slipping from my mind like mist that I just can't seem to catch," his fingers dancing slightly at his side as if he was weaving his wispy memories between his knuckles.
Harry couldn't help but let out a small snort of laughter, he had not expected some sort of metaphor to sprout from this boy's mind. His nervousness was washed away by Percy's vagueness, a small smile threatening to break through and play around his lips. His whole body liquidised in relief, he thanked his father for whatever seed of deception he had sowed into this boy's mind, he obviously saw some kind of likeness between him and his father but it was not to the extent of discovery.
"Okay Keats, whatever," Harry exclaimed, sarcasm lacing through his words with amusement. The glooms that had permeated the arena began to disperse with Harry's growing bemusement. The tension, dissolving rapidly, puddled around Harry's feet, seeping into the ground, forgotten by the onlookers.
"Who?" Percy replied, confused again. It seemed that this boy spent his time eternally confused. Harry wondered if that got dull sometimes, continually being behind the ball. Another smile graced his features at the thought, lighting his mood dramatically, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"I believe Harry is making reference to Keats, a very famous poet. Who was funnily enough one of our more successful alumni from this very camp," Chiron entered the conversation with a wary smile, his eyes leaving hot trailers over Harry's face in barely concealed suspicion. The wizard's stomach rolled in apprehension, the waves crashing against his abdomen in fear.
Percy did not notice the distrust that was trickling steadily from Chiron towards the raven haired boy; instead his features contorted with embarrassment for his lapse in knowledge. Heat leaking into the apples of his cheeks, the blood racing to the tips of his ears alerting everyone to his mortification, "Oh," Percy stated, an uneasy laugh escaping crookedly from his lips, "I didn't know that," his head dipping slightly.
Harry did not believe it was anything to be even close to embarrassed about; he only knew of Keats because Hermione had thrown one of his books full of flowing prose at his head in a fit of frenzied anger and stress. He had only cracked open the poet as a curiosity, a mere passing fancy. He had not been able to decipher much; the dramatic metaphors had done nothing to reach into his heart and take a squeeze. Hermione had said it was because he didn't appreciate the subtleties of exquisitely written prose, but Harry had suspected it was more due to the fact that it was simply useless. He couldn't defeat Voldemort by reciting the words of Keats, possibly moving the mad man to tears, convincing him to leave his lifestyle of fear mongering and instead turn to a quiet life of reflection. Harry struggled to keep his peals of laughter at bay as a consequence of these ludicrous thoughts.
"Don't worry mate, I only know about him because my friend threw the book at me, literally, it really hurt as well. I'm pretty sure I still have a bruise," Harry chuckled rubbing his head slightly causing his already untameable mane to become more frenetic atop his head.
Percy mirrored his smile, letting out a sigh, he didn't really want to be embarrassed in front of the new kid, "So how long have you been here Harry?" Percy asked curiously, unconcerned that dozens of campers were watching the conversation with avid interest.
Harry opened his mouth to reply but Chiron interrupted, "Harry only got here about an hour ago, I've been showing him around the camp. Well attempting to show him around the camp before he came in here to stop Clarisse from decapitating you," Chiron's eyes twinkled much like Dumbledore's with jollity.
"Oh yeah. Thanks for that, although I obviously had it all under control," Percy said, flicking Harry a conspiratory wink as if they had just pulled off some kind of elaborate bank heist.
"No problem, I'm sure you could have handled it," Harry shot back, his tongue shimmering sliver with wit.
Chiron smiled slightly as the boy traded vocal blows, trying to outdo each other in their verbal sparring, "Percy how about you take Harry to the cabins and show him where he will be staying? That would be a great help. I need to go to the archery range and make sure those children of Apollo are still shooting straight," he said, placing a large hand on the boy's shoulder nearly making his knees buckle under the pressure. Percy although seemed used to this and just smiled up at his mentor with some kind of infantile adoration, nodding his assent to Chiron's request. Much like a son looking up at a father who he believed could do no wrong at all.
"Right well I best be off," Chiron said, "All of you clear off, you either have chores or training to do, there is no need to be here any longer," raising his voice slightly to the crowd, they all scattered eager to obey their camp leader, "and Harry," he said kindly, looking down at him from his high stature, the sun glinting behind him creating a hazy halo around his wild hair, "if there is anything you need, or anything you wish to tell me just come and find me. I am always an open ear for anyone that asks," his impression of a younger looking, horse-like Dumbledore was impeccable in Harry's eyes. He wondered where the centaur's Oscar was, thinking along these lines, Harry mused that Chiron, with his chiselled features, would have made a fantastic James Bond.
"Thank you, Sir. I will make sure to come to you if I have any questions," Harry said, amused by his own thought he allowed himself to smile at the centaur that he wished to form a closer relationship with over his time at camp.
Chiron grinned at Harry's words, turning tail, he galloped off to what Harry could only assume to be the elusive archery range.
Harry turned towards Percy awkwardly, "so, where are these cabins I keep hearing?" his fingers running through his messy tresses trying unsuccessfully to smooth out the unruly bird's nest.
Percy just laughed slinging his tanned arm over Harry's skinny shoulders, "Just over here behind the tree line," Percy indicated with expansive, grand gestures, "you're going to love it here man!" he spoke with such casualness as if he had known Harry his whole life, "I mean you might have to deal with the Aries kids being rowdy and the Aphrodite kids being conceited but everyone here is really cool, especially me of course," he rambled on, his eyes roaming the vast stretches of land that Camp Half-Blood held within its borders. Percy guided Harry towards the leafy trees that he had signposted earlier. He bought Harry to a stop before the gnarled roots of the ancient vegetation, turning him so they were standing face to face, his eyes danced with curiosity.
"Just tell me man, how did you do that with Clarisse?" he asked placing a placating hand on Harry's bony arm, "Woah you're really cold dude, anyways, I didn't want to say it in front of Chiron but you really saved my butt back there. I was pretty sure she wasn't looking to give me a close shave. I think she wanted to send me to meet Hades for a second time!" he exclaimed, something close to fear entered his voice with the knowledge that he was so close to death just mere minutes ago and by the hands of one of his fellow campers. Clarisse's actions inspired disgust in him, as if he had tasted something perfectly foul. No matter how much he disliked Clarisse, most of the time with a burning passion, he would never stoop so low as to try and kill her as she had him.
Harry searched Percy's face, acknowledging the flickering emotions that emerged upon that stretch of sun tanned skin, observing the fear and revulsion that his fellow camper was experiencing. He didn't even flinch at the mention of his father's name as he did not wish Percy to meet him a second time either. Such thoughts sent him reeling, images of him newest friend bleeding out as cold as stone, flashed before his eyes. Lost in his own morbid thoughts he nearly neglected to answer to the simple, yet incredibly complex question that Percy had posed to him. Would the Ministry punish him for telling a demi-god? Were they apart of the so called, 'magical world,'? Even though this whole different society existed without their knowledge? Harry came to the conclusion almost immediately.
He frankly didn't give a damn.
They hadn't done anything for him, that magical world, only held him up to some unattainable standard of being. How was it really magically? Full of hateful, demonic bigots, people out to kill him, nasty teachers and fickle students. His friends and pseudo-family were the only elements of the magical world that he kept close to his heart, tucked away behind all the hurt, where no Minister or his goons could reach it. Besides what was more magical than the gods? He was in his father's world now, a beautiful new form of escapism, exactly what he needed to get away from him dreadful relatives. He could thank his father one hundred times and it would still not be enough to express the sincerest gratitudes of his heart. If a quarter of the people here were as nice as Percy then he was happy, no one saw him as The Boy Who Lived, instead he was just another undetermined demi-god and it felt fantastic. Elation filled Harry, bubbling to the top of his being and overflowing like a glass held to long under a running tap. He gave Percy a 100-watt smile, lighting up his face completely, his facial muscles ached from all the smiling but he couldn't bring himself to care.
"It's not like everyone isn't going to know by dinner anyway so I might as well tell you," Harry stated ruefully, it was true the whispers were running around the camp like hyper children who were just given as many lollies as they wished for, "it was magic Percy, I don't know if my magic is some kind of gift from Hecate but it's real, there's a whole other world out there Percy. I'm from the magical world in Britain until I got sent here by my godily parent…although I have no idea who it is of course," Harry said back tracking, "I was told that they both died when I was very young but obviously one of them survived I just don't know who," Harry sent a silent Percy a wane smile, wishing he would say something in retaliation to ability to nearly dump all of his secrets onto the poor boy.
"Wow! Harry that is seriously amazing! I can't believe it...I mean the children of Hecate are pretty powerful but also really really rare so this is just…I just…I mean wow," Percy stumbled over his words dumbfounded but then his face transformed to one of brotherly seriousness, "I'm sorry about your parents Harry, that must have been really difficult for you, I don't know what I would have do without my mum," Percy stated with a wistful smile of his face, the adoration that he held for his mother was evidence in his intense, sea green eyes, "but you know maybe if you're claimed you'll get to meet your godly parent. I mean they're obviously not around all the time but it's better than nothing right?" he asked, not really believing his own words. Sometimes he thinks that it might just be easier if he had no idea who his dad was, so there would never be this gnawing feeling of longing to see his father, knowing who he was but the paternal figure always being beyond arm's reach. Percy's brow crinkled and he huffed slightly, blowing his hair out of his eyes in irritation.
"Erm thanks Percy…that really means a lot," Harry said awkwardly, he had never really been one for affection even with his closest friends and he had only just met Percy, but the friendly sentiment made his heart fly into the clouds with happiness, "So do a lot of demi-gods get claimed?" Harry asked trying to change the subject.
"It depends on the god or goddess I guess," Percy said wringing his hands, this was always a tough conversation with new campers who were unclaimed, "Aries, Athena, Apollo, Hephaestus, Hermes and Aphrodite usually claim their children relatively quickly although the other deities, especially the minor gods don't really seem to claim their kids very often," Percy kicked one of the tree rooting lightly with the sole of his shoe, trying not to feel too bad for Harry as it was most likely, that, like most of the campers, he would go unclaimed as well. It was becoming so crowded in the Hermes cabin that he was contemplating asking his father to let some of the unclaimed into his barren cabin. Get some life into the place, there was only so much he could do and he had no real talent for interior design. That was more the Aphrodite kids or maybe even some Athena's children, considering how much Annabeth loves architecture, she might just have a flair for colour palettes and throw cushions as well. Although he could imagine how that would go down with the god of the sea. Like a Tsunami i.e. not well and probably involving quite a bit of destruction with just a dash of mayhem.
"Oh I see," Harry replied, his face heating up as he knew he would not be claimed in the near future but he did not want to make his new friend feel guilty for his unclaimed status. Were, 'the unclaimed,' this world's version of mudbloods?
"So have you been claimed then?" Harry asked his hands running down the trunk of an old maple tree, allowing his fingers to travel within the natural valleys created by the weather worn tree.
Percy coughed, his face turning a startling shade of red, "Sorry," he coughed again his hand coming to his face trying to smother the unbidden reaction to his shock, "it's just I'm used to people knowing who my father is around here I guess…but it makes sense that you don't newbie," he laughed awkwardly.
Harry was confused, his father must be some sort of big deal, or incredibly infamous. The wizard allowed the happy charade to continue, he punched the slightly taller boy in the arm, "who you calling newbie? I just saved your life," Harry said with an equally awkward laugh.
"That you did bro, that you did," Percy said with a more genuine smile, his pearl like teeth gleaming in the afternoon sun, "well Harry you see when I came here I caused even more of a stir than you did, I'm technically not meant to be alive you see," Oh no, Harry knew what that meant, a child of the three brothers, "I'm a son of Poseidon," Percy said, his dark green eyes shifting in turmoil as he waited for Harry's reaction. He just hoped it wasn't some sort of fan worship, that was honestly the bane of his entire existence and that existence included monsters.
Harry on the other hand was not even shocked after all these years of the weird and wonderful, it took a lot to be shocked. Although he did think a son of Poseidon shouldn't get so distracted in a fight even if he did just see a feat of wandless magic. That was pretty poor form, like watching Muhammad Ali go down in the first round, nearly unheard of and in some cases such as these comical. Harry couldn't think of anything intelligent to say in response to Percy, so he just replied stupidly with, "well…at least it wasn't Zeus."
Percy's eyes bugged out of his head as the sky rumbled as if discontented, it was discontented, Zeus throwing a hissy fit at some mortal demigod and all he could do was laugh. Peals of laughter shook from his body, echoing off the trees and into the surrounding fields. Tears streamed down his face, no one had ever had that reaction before, it was entirely refreshing, and hilarious. Zeus was probably up in Olympus fuming, signing the scrawny boy's execution notice, which just made him laugh harder. Of course a mortal gets Zeus's toga in a twist. Such a drama queen. He had never met anyone who would critique the gods so openly other than himself. This kid had some real guts.
Harry just watched on, holding in his laughter until he could keep it in no longer, it burst forth, forcing its way out into the open. He clutched at his sides imagining Zeus' face, he saw it as if he had eaten some kind of rotting fruit or stepped in some dog poo that he didn't see on the side walk. That just made him laugh harder, the force of his laughter turning into hack coughs. He stood up wiping away a stray tear.
"Don't go saying that sort of thing in front of Annabeth when you meet her, it'll make her head explode," Percy said grinning. Harry knew this was code for, just say it when I'm around so I can watch the free entertainment, "I like you Harry, you know what's up. Don't let the whole god thing dazzle you too much, there are a lot more important things to do then worry about those gossiping women," Percy stage whispered as if he knew the gods were listening, Harry guessed that they probably were as another rumble of thunder, rolled through the clear afternoon sky.
'Zeus is going to be my biggest fan,' Harry thought to himself ruefully, his father would be proud.
"Come on Harry lets go check out the cabins," Percy said racing through the trees waving at nymphs on the way through, dragging the skinny boy along with him until they broke out into the clearing and were facing the colourful cabins. Percy turned around, Harry was looking back into the patch of trees that they had just run through hazily, his shirt was ripped a little bit at the collar and his hair was more of a mess then when they had entered, "What happened to you Harry? Did you trip over or something on the way through?" a klutzy demi-god is just what they needed.
"N-no there were some very pretty girls coming out of those trees," Harry whispered with a small smile on his lips, he was pleasantly buzzed.
"Yeah those are forest nymphs watch out they're a bit…flirty," Percy was putting it lightly, those girls were just itching to get their hands on a young demi-god and not just for some innocent flirting, "come on Harry just forget about them I'll show you my cabin first because it is obviously the greatest," the son the sea said with a glimmer of humour in his eyes, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
"Easy for you to say I think I'm in love," Harry throws back sarcastically, the magic of the tree nymphs wearing off the instant his eyes landed upon the eclectic cabins, each a perfect representation of the chosen god or goddess, "I can have a guess which cabin is yours shark boy," Harry said, his eyes drawn to the low, sandy looking building his feet moving as if on their own accord towards the cabin. Brushing past Percy, Harry moved closer to the cabin that seemed to emanate sea breeze and sandalwood allowing the soothing scent to wash over him. Harry waited at the door for Percy to show him around, running his hands over the shells that covered the walls, wondering if Poseidon had designed the cabin himself, it definitely had some sort of masculine charm. Although, it was more likely that he got one of his underlings to actually supervise the construction of the building, the sea is so changeable and in sea lagoons, incredibly lazy. Not that he would express that little opinion to Percy in the infancy of their friendship.
"I guess you are a bit enthusiastic to have a look," Percy smirked, a smug thrill shooting through him at the thought of someone liking his cabin. He didn't get many visits to his cabin except from Annabeth and Grover when he was at the camp. Although he was scheduled to leave that afternoon for some search for Pan, globetrotting, literally trotting. So there goes one visitor but Harry might be a new friend to add to the mix of misfits.
Harry didn't respond to Percy's quip, just staring at the cabin, as if he was willing the door to open to make his first step into the world of demi-gods, gods and misadventures, "Come on Percy I want to see your cabin before I'm thrown into the discarded pile in the Hermes cabin," Harry said rolling his eyes.
Percy sighed, opening the door for the strange demi-god, he felt a puff air go past him and now the small boy was in his cabin looking around with wide eyes. Taking in the tonal blues, greens and greys that he had become so used to over the last year. Harry seemed to be carried by some primordial force towards the only light source in the room, this being the salt water spring that sung sweet, trickling tunes of the ocean throughout the cabin. Sticking his fingers into the cool sea water Harry asked, "a gift from your father?" his voice tinged with envy.
"Yes, it's pretty useful for Iris messages," Percy shrugged, trying to pass the gift off as a small thing although it filled him with pride to just set eyes upon the sparklingly spring.
"What's an Iris message?" Harry asked with small amount of trepidation giving Percy a cautious look.
"Oh, yeah it's like…a skype call I guess but through a rainbow, it's all a bit Wizard of Oz for me but hey, it works and I get to call my mum," he shrugged, rubbing his arm throughout his explanation.
"Wow really?" Harry said in wonder, "that sounds a lot cleaner than Floo calls," the memories of his first experience of travelling by fire sent a shudder down his spine, kicking into nearly every vertebrate on its way south.
"Floo calls?" Percy says, the shoe now on the other foot, "What in the underworld is a floo call?"
"I guess it's a similar principal to Iris messaging but instead of a rainbow it's fire, which personally I think sounds a lot cooler," Harry crosses his arms over his chest, faking a smug grin, "How about in the future we swap our instant messaging techniques? I think that could be a fun idea," laughing at the idea of Percy covered head to toe in soot and ash.
"Y-yeah okay that sounds like it could be fun," the son of the sea gods stuttered out nervously. Travelling by fire did not sound safe at all and he was no son of Hephaestus, he'd take a bucket over cold water over a roaring, potentially dangerous fire any day.
"Don't be too nervous when the time comes, the flames aren't…flammable I guess," the boy wizard stated, confused by his own word choice, "How about you show me the other cabins now?" they both ambled over to the door, as Harry opened the door he felt his retinas burn in the bright afternoon sun, he hadn't realised how dark it was in there. It felt nice to have the sun warm his cold, corpse like skin. It's not like he'd been in a mortuary his whole life, Harry was incredibly irritated with how icy his skin was and if it was possible he thought he might actually be becoming paler. Could a fully corporeal human being go translucent? Because if so Harry was winning that race to the bottom.
'Maybe if I just stand in the sun for 15 hours a day I will get some sort of tan,' Harry mused as he walked to the middle of the clearing in front of the cabins. His thoughts were cut off as Percy began to talk.
"Okay so the cabins are kind of shaped like the omega from the ancient greek alphabet," Percy explained his hand created the omega in the air to demonstrate, "Erm so you've got Zeus and Hera together, for obvious reasons although Hera doesn't have any demi-god kids and Zeus hasn't had one since this treaty thing...anyways that basically means that those two are for show, as well as Artemis' cabin as she is an eternal maiden, but I like her cabin at night time the silver kind of glows and shines which is pretty cool. Apollo's cabin is the opposite of Artemis' it's basically its own mini sun during the day which is a killer when you're playing basketball cause the light can get in your eyes, I wouldn't look at it straight on if you can help it," Percy says turning towards Harry who had his hand up to his face to shade his eyes from the harsh rays of the Apollo cabin, "I'm not going too fast am I?" Percy asked.
"No, No I'm fine. Zeus, Hera, Artemis are only for show and Apollo is basically an all-day disco I got it," Harry grins dopily.
"Right. So anyways from there you've got the Aphrodite cabin, I tend to stay away from there…and then there's her husband's cabin," Percy says pointing to the warped metal cabin of Hephaestus, "If you need a sword sharpened or your phone fixed I would stop by at the Hephaestus cabin, Charles Bendecroft is the sort of cabin leader there and he's an awesome guy. I'll introduce you to him later. Continuing on there's the Ares cabin, usually they're playing some sort of heavy metal music in there but they're being strangely quite this afternoon," suspicion trickling into his voice, "I would watch out for the Ares cabin in the next few day Harry they might be planning on getting back at you for stealing Clarisse's sword," Harry blanched, "It's nothing to worry about though," he says clapping the raven haired boy on the back, "They're all bark and no bite…most of the time…okay moving on, sorry. Then there's the Demeter cabin," the Demeter cabin that Percy had indicated to was covered in rare flowers and exotic plants. Some of which Harry swore he had seen growing in warehouse three, last year. He had never been fantastic at herbology but Harry was sure that he saw a mandrake wailing in the Demeter gardens.
"They you've got Mr. D's cabin or Dionysus by his godly name, he's got two kids in his cabin although I struggle to remember their names. I think I do it subconsciously to get back at him because he's always forgetting mine," Percy says with a small laugh.
"Don't worry he forgot my name too," the boy who lived replied with an eye roll. He wasn't Mr. D's greatest fan.
"He does it to everyone so at least we don't feel left out. It just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside," Percy says with a good amount of venom, "okay and then there's Athena's cabin, my friend Annabeth is a daughter of Athena although I'm surprised she's not around here making some kind of adjustment, she's really into architecture as are most of her siblings. As a consequence of that they're always working on making their cabin a little bit more awesome," Harry agreed awesome was the right word, the beautiful tonal greys were perfectly complimented by the large owl, the symbol of Athena, that hung over the door. Everything was satisfyingly proportioned to upmost perfection.
"Lastly, is the cabin you will be staying in, that being the Hermes cabin. It's pretty busy in there, don't worry I know, I was in there for a few nights before I was claimed. I would recommend trying to find a space and then just calling it your territory and watch out for sticky fingers the Stoll brothers are notorious for stealing precious belongings and playing pranks. So that's all the cabins I guess, got any questions?" Percy asked, slightly winded from his extended monologue surrounding the Camp Half-Blood cabins.
"Yeah…just one," attempting not to give himself away Harry acted casual, "I heard something about the Big Three but by the looks of the cabins it's only the Big Two? Also why do none of the minor gods have cabins? I mean they must have children in the Hermes cabin? Wouldn't a good way to solve this overcrowding problem be to create cabins for every god and goddess who had a child?" he felt a twinge of empathy for his father and his previous children who had not even been afforded the right to have their own cabin. The Underworld in itself was a reflection of Olympus, the dark mirroring of its splendour and it was equally dazzling, or so he had imagined. There was really no reason for Harry's father not to have an honorary spot.
Even more so the minor gods and goddesses who resided on Olympus or worked for Olympus but were not afforded cabins due to their minor statuses in the eyes of the all-seeing Zeus the wonder kid. Therefore because of his discriminatory actions, all of their children are stripped of their godly identities and put in one cabin together and marked as mediocre in the eyes of the gods. It was incredibly cruel to bundle kids together like sardines in one cabin.
Percy thought about his response to Harry. He had been thinking along similar lines although did not notice it until the begging of this summer. I guess as one of the unclaimed the sting of possibility of being the child of a minor god was a very real threat and therefore felt the lack of a cabin more keenly by Harry.
"Well Harry the Big Three are the Three brother; Hades the oldest child, Poseidon the middle child and Zeus who is the younger child. However Hades doesn't have a cabin because he doesn't come up to Olympus, he works in the Underworld and therefore had not right to a cabin," Percy states forlornly and was gifted with a scowl from Harry, "Then the minor gods and goddesses don't really keep up with their kids or bother to claim them so there would be no point to building the cabins," Percy's hands came to his temples and ran small circles into them, "I'm not saying it's fair it's just the way it's always been," dropping his hands to his sides Percy looked at Harry who was mumbling under his breath.
"What did you say Harry?"
"I said that the gods should be told to claim their children and take responsibility for their actions!" the last part said more at a yell.
The sky rumbled and the ground shook even inside the enchantments of Camp-Half Blood. Thalia's tree with it's weakening defences was not protecting the camp from the god's temper tantrums.
"You gotta stop doing that Harry," Percy implored his orange shirt dancing in the unnatural wind, "it's going to get you killed one day. I'm not saying I don't agree with you, just watch what you're saying when they're watching and they are almost always watching," pointing heavenwards.
With that in mind, how about I take you to meet the Stoll brothers, do you want to go meet them?" Percy grinned in a slightly sadistic manner.
He dragged Harry over to the Hermes cabin and knocked on the door, the paint visibly pealing of as he did so. The door swung open and nearly hit the duo right in their noses, each flinching back at the solid pane that was hurling towards them. In the doorway stood two boys who were incredibly alike, the same noses and mischievous grins. Harry deduced that these fiendish looking boys must have been the Toll Brothers.
'Oh Gods, I'm in for it now' Harry thought as the two boys grabbed him by his arms and dragged him into the cabin, Percy following quickly behind as the door slammed shut.
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p.s. I know the time line is a bit skewed with Grover only leaving in the afternoon but I wanted Harry to get the camp and be aware of Tahliah's tree dying as well as meet Grover (if only for a second) so I had a little play around (which is completely legal in fanfiction terms ;) ) so just for the record Thalia's tree is dying very slowly at the start then in a few days there will be a massive jump so the storyline catches up.
