Harry and Merope Meets Percy Jackson

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Chapter 3

The next morning found Harry and Merope the center of attention. All the campers were gathered for breakfast and were steadily watching the newcomers with undisguised curiosity.

"So let me make sure I'm understanding this correctly," Harry started off, with a confused frown on his face. "We can only sit at the tables for which cabin you are a member of, even if there is only one member of that cabin?" Harry nodded his head towards the table where Percy was sitting by himself.

"Yeah, that's right," responded Conner with a smile.

Then Harry looked down at his breakfast tray and clarified loud enough for all the campers to hear, "And we're supposed to give a portion of our food to the gods over there in that fire before we can sit down to eat?"

"Exactly!" Conner replied enthusiastically, while nodding his head. Harry had a quick flashback to an excitable Colin Creevy and decided to bite back the sarcastic response that wanted to roll off his tongue.

Merope cleared her throat lightly to ask her own question, "Wouldn't it make more sense to allow everyone to eat wherever they wanted? I mean, the Hermès Cabin is nigh overflowing due to the unclaimed children, while there is so much space at the tables for Zeus, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon Cabins."

Conner shrugged and said, "That's just the way it's always been ever since the beginning of the camp. And Hera doesn't have any demigod children, but it was felt that she should still have a cabin and a table anyways."

Merope's eyebrows furrowed as she gave a small frown, but didn't say anything else.

Harry, not sure he wanted to make waves before he and Merope had had the chance to figure out more about this world just shrugged his shoulders and threw a portion of his food into the fire, while Merope followed suit, then they both headed over to the Hermès table to have a seat. Before they both were able to sit down, however, a flash appeared above both of their heads and there was a collective gasp.

Harry and Merope exchanged looks and then noticed the symbols floating above their heads, recognizing them immediately as the sign of the Deathly Hallows, the line in the center of a circle, surrounded by a triangle, to symbolize the Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility.

"Huh." Harry said eloquently, then smirked. "I guess we get to have our own table."

Chiron wheeled himself over and looked at them both curiously. "That's not a sign of any of the gods that I am familiar with." He said with interest.

Harry hummed in acknowledgment and replied sagely, "Well, no, I don't suppose you would be familiar with it, as it's not even from this world."

"What do you mean by that," demanded a suddenly curious Mr. D.

Harry internally sighed, he had not been very impressed with this god called Mr. D when they met yesterday. Looking directly at Mr. D, Harry said sarcastically, "I'm not sure if you were able to tell yesterday evening, but my wife and I are not from around here."

"No, you don't say," Harry heard Percy mumble, which made Harry's lip twitch as he maintained a straight face.

Mr. D asked through his grinding teeth, "And where exactly are you from?"

"We're dimension travelers," Harry stated with a shrug. "This symbol is from our original world."

One of the Athena kids asked, confused, "So you married your sister?"

Harry gave a double-take at that and said with a confused frown, quite surprised that was the question they had chosen, "No, I'm an only child."

Annabeth cleared her throat as she came over and said, "He means you both share the same godly parent, even though you mortal parent may not be related."

Merope replied coldly, "I can assure you that neither of us share a parent, even if we have common ancestors in the family tree. I assure you that it's too distant of a relation to make any type of difference."

"But all demigods have a godly parent and a mortal parent, how can you both share the same symbol if you don't share a parent?" Annabeth asked curiously.

"Well, for one," Harry said, "both of us each had a mortal mother and father. I'll admit that we're distantly related on our fathers' sides, but that was well more than five or six generations back. I mean, in the 1200s our many times great grandfathers were brothers," Harry said with a shrug, "actual relation between us is a very long way off."

Annabeth nodded and mumbled mostly to herself, "I suppose sharing a family ancestor might account for sharing the same symbol."

Not wanting to get into the Master of Death story and all of that, Harry just shrugged and said, "Yeah, could be." Noticing the symbol had disappeared again by this point he added, "It's not exactly a coat of arms, but it's a symbol of the Peverell family from which we're both descended."

"As fascinating as this is," said Chiron, "we need to finish breakfast so we can begin our normal training exercises, and now it appears we need to add building a new table along with a cabin for the two of you to our list of activities. Perhaps later we can organize a game of Capture the Flag."

Harry shook his head and said, "Hmm. Capture the Flag sounds interesting, I can't say that I've ever played it before, but no, you won't need to build us a table, just give me a little space and a moment."

Merope watched Harry with a smile, noticing his mischievous side was coming out again.

Once everyone had backed up a bit and waited in curiosity, Harry waved his hand with an exaggerated flourish and conjured a table, then set his breakfast tray down, with Merope following suit, both acting as if it were an everyday occurrence, which it technically was.

The campers just sat there gawking at them, Chiron blinked in surprise, and even Mr. D was looking at the two with more interest than the campers were used to seeing.

Harry and Merope just shrugged their shoulders and began to eat. "We stood too long talking and breakfast got cold," Harry mumbled.

Merope just smiled at him and asked, "Why don't you just warm it up then?" She had known the food would probably get cold before they could eat, so she had already cast a charm on her tray while they were talking.

Harry narrowed his eyes at Merope playfully and asked with a faux pout, "Now, why didn't you put a warming charm on my tray while you were doing one for yourself?"

Merope just gave a grin and said, "Because it's funny when you forget you're a wizard."

Harry shook his head and playfully mumbled, "Witch." Then he waved his hand and warmed his food up again, so he could enjoy a hot breakfast.

Meanwhile, the campers and all were mumbling among themselves, as those who hadn't finished eating returned to their tables. "Wizard? Witch? Wouldn't that put them in Hecate's Cabin? Why wouldn't they get Hecate's claiming mark?"

When everyone started to walk away, Harry threw up a muffliato so he could speak with Merope without having to use legilimency. "Giving part of my food to gods I've never worshiped seems a bit odd," he said conversationally.

"I know." Merope agreed. "I'm torn between thinking it should be considered blasphemy to give my food to gods I don't worship, and thinking maybe the gods will find it respectful whether we actually worship them or not." She shook her head. "It's not something I've ever contemplated before. How did we find ourselves in a world where gods actually exist?"

Shrugging, Harry said, "Well, it's not like we consciously choose where we go. We tend to have a habit of letting Fate take us wherever we need to be."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Merope said. "It's setting up to be an interesting adventure so far, though."

Harry hummed in agreement, as he continued to eat. "Looks like we'll probably be able to set up a tent to be our cabin," Harry said with a smile.

"Yes, that will be more comfortable than being cramped up in the Hermès Cabin." Merope nodded.

They finished up their breakfast, vanishing the table, and then took down the muffliato. Turning around to see where they needed to go next, they noticed everyone staring at them again.

"You guys are supposedly the children of the gods, but you're all surprised when faced with magic?" Harry asked the onlookers with an amused look on his face.

"Dude, why didn't you just leave the table?" Percy asked in confusion.

Harry stared at Percy for a few seconds before he said slowly, "Because I can conjure a new one when I need to."

Merope decided to add, "We're not sure how long we're staying, so we can worry about making a permanent table if it turns out that we'll be around longer."

"But why wouldn't you be around?" Percy asked curiously, as they all began moving towards the training area.

"Were you listening when we mentioned we were dimension travelers?" Harry asked in response.

"Yeah, but it didn't really make sense to me," Percy said with a shrug.

"Well, we travel between worlds," Merope explained. "We have the ability to go wherever or whenever we want, as we have the ability to time travel as well, but we usually let Fate decide, so to speak."

"You mean the Fates," Annabeth corrected.

Harry shook his head and said, "No, pretty sure she just means Fate, just the regular Fate, not the Greek mythology type." Harry sighed and said, "I used to think Fate hated me because of all of the trials and tribulations I had to go through while I was still mortal, but I have a better appreciation for Fate nowadays."

"Wait, so you're immortal?" Percy asked.

Merope smiled and said, "We're both immortal. It's a long story that we don't have the time for, since it appears we've arrived at your training grounds."

Harry and Merope studied the training grounds with a critical eye. There appeared to be an archery arena, what appeared to be some sort of obstacle course, a place for hand-to-hand combat and/or fighting with medieval looking weapons.

Looking around, Percy noticed she was right and blinked, "Huh. I wasn't even really watching where I was going." Then he smiled, "Oh, look, it's Nico. I wondered where he was, I haven't seen him in a while."

Nico, wearing his normal black tshirt with a skull on it, turned at the sound of his name and noticed Percy and Annabeth with some new kids, the others that had walked with them had already spread out to different areas of the training grounds. He wiped the sweat off his face and walked over to them.

When Nico got within a foot of Harry and Merope, he stiffened and said with suspicious, narrowed eyes, "You smell of death."

Harry made a show of smelling his armpits and replied cheekily, "Now, I'll admit to not having a shower this morning, but I don't think I smell that bad."

Percy looked back and forth between Harry and Nico, giving Harry a funny look before saying, "Nico is the son of Hades, I think he can attest to what death smells like."

"Oh, that's interesting." Harry said with a smile. "Well, it could be because I've died before." Harry said with a shrug, not paying attention to the bugged out looks the surrounding campers had as they listened intently, "But I haven't died anytime recently, I mean, it was a really long time ago."

"If you've died, you should be in the Underworld. Why would Hades allow you to leave?" Nice asked with a confused frown.

"Maybe it's because I didn't die on this world, but on my own," Harry said with a careless shrug. "It was too long ago to matter to me anymore. What's done is done." Turning to Merope, Harry asked, "It's been a while since we've done any sparring, you want to have a go?"

Merope grinned, "Sure. Do you want to try out these weapons they have, or do you want to do hand-to-hand?"

"Well, it's been awhile since I last practiced with a sword, I might be a little rusty," Harry said thoughtfully. "But considering how many folks around here seem to prefer those types of weapons, we may as well practice with them to fit in around here."

"Harry, you know by now that we somehow always manage to stand out, even if we never intend to." Merope said with a giggle.

Giving a chuckle, Harry said, "That may well be, but just humor me and allow me to pretend I can fit in for once in my life."

Merope grinned and said, "Sure, sure. Let's go pick our weapons." Leaving Annabeth, Percy, and Nico to their confusion from the strange conversation.

"What does he mean that he didn't die on this world?" Nico asked incredulously.

"Well, he said they were dimension travelers," Percy said as he scratched his head in thought.

"Really?" Nico asked with a raised eyebrow.

Percy shrugged, "That's what he said. I don't know."

A/N: I can barely keep my eyes open as I type this, so I'm stopping the chapter here and hoping I can make the next chapter a longer one by the time I get around to it. I imagine if I continued to type on this thing while I feel so tired, it would take a strange turn.