GREEN EYES.

Harry remembered very well how he met Percy Jackson.

It was two years after his arrival at the camp, when Chiron had left the camp to search for a half-breed in the company of a satyr, he had not given explanations when Harry asked what made this boy special.

He came back two weeks later and every time he looked at Harry a flash of concern covered him, Harry had noticed it but decided not to comment, he had made Harry study the great prophecy again.

He hated that prophecy.

It was when Harry was in the big house one stormy night as he listened to Annabeth Chase trying to get information out of Chiron about what was going on lately and about the half-blood mystery that Chiron had given no information.

Although Harry hated to agree with Annabeth, he had to accept very reluctantly that something was happening on Olympus, he noticed when the annuals (Luke, Clarisse, Annabeth and him) were in the palace of the gods. Harry, as always, had avoided Hades when he tried to talk to him.

It was when the camp shook and then everything was silent, Harry immediately launched himself to open the door when he heard someone or something fall on the porch of the big house. He was a black-haired boy who had a blue T-shirt on and some denim jeans, next to him there was a body lying on the floor, that of a completely unconscious and badly wounded satyr. The boy had a head wound from which a little blood was coming out.

Chiron leaned out the door as did the blonde.

"He is," Annabeth spoke, pointing at the boy. He must be the one.

"You know he's still conscious?" Harry asked sarcastically. "Right?"

"Hush, Annabeth," Chiron said. Harry is right. Bring it inside.

That boy stayed in the infirmary for a whole week without waking up while the satyr recovered after two days, the boy was cured with ambrosia and nectar but he had hit his head hard and was very tired.

All that information was given to him by Will Solace, a son of Apollo who was the only one who did not look at Harry with fear or as if he were a bomb about to explode.

Harry obviously didn't ask about the boy, no, it was just a subtle question, not that he cared when the boy discovered Harry's ancestry he will run away like the other campers.

By then, that week, the entire camp had learned what had happened that night with the arrival of the mystery boy. At the border of the camp just a few meters from entering a monster had attacked them, a minotaur.

How had he gotten out of that alive? Harry had no idea but he guessed it was beginner's luck.

Harry was walking towards cabin 11, his cabin. Since Hades had no cabin at Camp Chiron had pushed Harry around with the madmen from Cabin 11, it didn't matter because all the campers avoided him like the plague for being Hades's son.

It was like this since Hades claimed it a week after his arrival at the camp, at first they called it "Bad omen" but they stopped doing it when Harry began to learn to control his powers and was able to use them to defend himself against those idiots, the shadow journey it was definitely his favorite.

Although his first shadow trip left him passed out for 5 days it had been worth seeing Corvus's face of horror when he traveled home from camp, on the second trip he had ended California by mistake, after three weeks of training and blackouts from travel, Harry proudly claimed that he could now control shadow travel.

Harry entered the cabin and immediately the conversations were silenced, the black-haired man ignored them all as usual and went to his bed to take his bottle of water and to the horror of the other inhabitants he disappeared into the shadows towards the training field .

•••

Percy listened as Chiron spoke to him and showed parts of the camp and paid close attention at least until they passed through the training field that Percy remained stuck in his place with his gaze fixed on those who were training there.

There were 4 kids who were trying to knock down a Percy boy, I notice that he was the same age as him, he looked unfair but you only had to look at the look that the black-haired boy gave the older ones to make anyone tremble. But that wasn't what caught Percy's attention.

It was the boy who left him spellbound at his site.

The boy was black-haired and had beautiful emerald eyes that glowed brightly, not green like Percy's, these were not even more beautiful and mesmerizing, he was so pale that he could pretend to be dead, he accentuated blows on the ribs and arms of the Four kids and there was a wild and crazy glint in his gaze that only appealed to Percy more.

The boy carried a sword as black as night in his hand and was taking down his rivals like it was a game, Percy drew back.

He gasped with his saliva when he saw the beautiful boy melt into the shadows to appear behind a boy and accentuate a blow in the never that left him passed out on the floor and when he laughed because of that the other three boys fell back scared but the boy had no problems in leaving the other two innocent, leaving only one standing that trembled from head to toe.

"Is that all they have?" He taunted with his sword at the boy's throat, his voice was delicate but at the same time low enough to scare him. Go tell Clarisse that next time I sent someone who can handle her sword.

The boy nodded scared and left as fast as he could, the boy just rolled his eyes annoyed and walked to some benches that were near him and drank water from a bottle.

"Who is that angel?" Percy managed to speak, still following the pale boy with his gaze.

Chiron who had stopped next to Percy was confused for a moment but then he looked at the bodies of the three boys passed out and bruised on the floor, then he looked at the boy and a look of disbelief crossed his features when he heard the nickname that Percy put the boy on.

"It's Harry Potter," Chiron replied, looking cautiously at Percy, who couldn't stop looking at Harry. Trust me Percy he would crush you if he heard you call him that.

"Aha," Percy replied, not caring about the centaur's words.

For a moment Percy and Harry's gazes met and a current of electricity passed through the two bodies at breakneck speed, Harry was the first to look away with a grimace and then disappear back into the shadows.

Yes, Percy Jackson will never forget when he first saw Harry.

•••

It was noon and Harry was on the porch of the Big House where Mr. D and Chiron were playing pinochle, Chiron had told Harry that he would need him there.

Mr. D was playing cards with a Diet Coke beside him and a saucer of grapes in front of him, Chiron also had a deck of cards from him.

-Mr. Brunner!

Harry turned around confused meeting oceanic green eyes that were again diverted towards him as an unconscious action, Harry felt the electricity pass through his body again,

I ignore it, the feeling was strange to him now, it left him unprepared and that was strange.

Chiron turned to look and smiled with a hint of mischief.

"Ah, good, Percy," he said. Now we have four for the pinochle

Chiron offered him a chair on the opposite side from which Harry was, Mr. D made a face with displeasure at the boy and then let out a sigh.

"Oh, I guess I should say it." Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There, now don't expect me to be happy to see you.

-Oh thank you.

Harry could see how the boy moved his chair a little away from Mr. D's side, remaining a little away from the table, Chiron made a gesture of his hands.

"Harry?" The centaur called, and Percy's attention immediately shifted to the pale boy. This gentleman assisted in your care, Percy. Harry, my boy, why don't you go check Percy's bunk? We'll put him in cabin eleven for now.

Instantly Harry winced, but obeyed his mentor.

"Sure, Chiron," Harry answered, taking a few steps back.

Percy had his hands on his lap where the minotaur horn that the satyr had been in charge of picking up, was stained with dried blood and dirty with mud, Harry looked up and looked at Percy with a raised eyebrow, Percy blushed at the look of Harry then spoke.

-I am not an angel.

After that he ran across the grass to the cabins.

•••

Harry seriously irritated Annabeth Chase.

He did not know how the blonde had found out about Chiron's orders because he had arrived at cabin eleven and began to read a book without paying attention to the black-haired man.

Harry, to kill time, invoked wandless magic and made a small Lumus in the palm of his hand that he turned off from time to time to perform the spell again.

His dad Reg. He was right, he was better at verbal and wandless magic, that Harry had decided not to attend Hogwarts did not mean that he would give up his magic, no he would never, every time he returned from camp his parents and uncles would They were dedicated to teaching him all about magic and how to learn to control. Now twelve-year-old Harry was one of the smartest and most battle-skilled wizards anyone could find.

Harry turned off the Lumus when he heard footsteps approaching and instantly standing up just like Annabeth, Chiron approached next to the new boy, Percy.

"Harry, Annabeth," Chiron said. I have archery class later, would you take Percy from here?

"Yes, sir," Annabeth agreed.

"If I have no choice ..." Harry muttered.

Chiron turned Percy to his side pointing to the cabin in front of his eyes.

"Cabin eleven," Chiron said, indicating the door. Are you at home. Well, so… "Chiron added.-. Good luck, Percy. See you at dinner time. "And he galloped off to the archery range.

Harry stared at the boy in front of him, his eyes on the campers who had peeked out the door. He didn't move.

-And good? Annabeth urged. Go.

"Being nice isn't going to kill you blonde," Harry snapped. Go ahead Percy.

Percy nodded flushed and took a few steps through the door tripping over his own feet.

"Percy Jackson, welcome to cabin eleven," Harry announced.

"Normal or to be determined?" Someone asked.

Annabeth announced:

-Determined.

Everybody complained. From the crowd Luke made himself known by taking a few steps forward.

"Well, campers." That is what we are here for. Welcome. Percy. You can keep that hole in the ground, on that side.

"This is Luke," Annabeth introduced, and her voice sounded somewhat different. Harry mumbled something. When Percy looked at her, her expression hardened again. He is your advisor for the moment.

-For the moment? Percy asked.

"You are to be determined," Luke clarified. They still don't know which cabin to put yourself in, so you're here for now. Cabin eleven welcomes the newcomers, all visitors, of course. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers.

"How long am I going to be here?" Percy asked looking at his place on the ground.

"Good question," Luke answered. Until they determine you.

"How long will it take?" Percy asked.

They all laughed, Harry glared at them and they immediately fell silent.

"Come on," Harry called, taking him by the arm. I'm going to show you the volleyball court.

"I saw her," he replied and Harry wanted to hit himself against the wall.

"Come on," Harry tugged at him, dragging him out of the cabin.

"Jackson, you have to try harder," Annabeth said when we parted a few feet.

-That?

She rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath:

"How could I believe you were the chosen one?"

"Annabeth," Harry sighed tiredly, he didn't want to hear the blonde's complaints now. "Why don't you go?" I'll stay with Percy.

Annabeth glared at Percy before leaving with her hair billowing behind her.

"Thanks," Percy said.

"Doesn't matter," Harry shrugged it off.

"Why do I have to go into cabin eleven?" Why is everyone so crowded together? It's full of empty bunks at the other sites. Percy pointed to the first cabins, and Harry snorted.

"You don't choose the cabin, Percy." It depends on who your parents are. Or ... your parent. Harry stared at him, waiting for him to get it.

"My mother is Sally Jackson," he replied. She works at the candy store at Grand Central Station. Well, she worked.

Harry tried not to sigh at that, although he had heard what happened with Percy's mom, nowhere in the night did he hear the familiar buzzing that he used to hear when someone died, something was wrong and Harry had a bad feeling.

"I'm sorry about your mother, Percy, but that's not what I meant," Harry said. "I'm talking about your other parent." Your father.

-Is dead. I did not know him.

Harry sighed resignedly at the end he would have to explain everything to Percy by himself, he didn't know what prompted him to stay with him at the beginning, but when he was next to the black-haired Harry he felt a force that attracted him to his side.

As if they were magnets, he would have to ask Draco when he returned.

"Your father is not dead, Percy."

-How can you say that? Percy asked puzzled.

"Because I know you." And you wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us, "Harry replied.

"Are you sure you know me, angel?" Percy asked with a mischievous smile.

Harry prayed not to blush but from the amused glint in Percy's eyes he guessed that he failed.

"Don't call me that Jackson," Harry snapped annoyed or disguising the feeling that Percy had angrily calling him that. Surely you have not stopped going from school to school. They sure got kicked out of most.

-How...?

"You were diagnosed with dyslexia, maybe ADHD too."

"How do you know ..." Percy shook his head and looked at Harry curiously. "What's that got to do with it?"

"It's a sign," Harry explained. Your dyslexia is because your brain is designed to read ancient Greek and ADHD is because you are impulsive, you cannot stay still. Those are your reflexes for the battlefield. In real combat, that will keep you alive. Your attention problem is because you see more than any mortal or do, your senses are better. Medications are mostly given to you by monsters, they don't want you to see them as they really are.

"You talk like ... like you've been through the same experience."

"Most of the guys here have," Harry said. If you weren't like us, you wouldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less ambrosia and nectar.

"Ambrosia and nectar?"

"The food and drink we gave you to help you recover." That would have killed a normal boy. He would have turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand, and now you would be dead. Take it on. You're a half-breed, Jackson.

Percy he was stunned and Harry understood, everyone reacts the same after everything is explained to them.

Then a sullen voice exclaimed:

-Oh well! A rookie!

Harry grimaced, he knew that voice.

"Clarisse, go bother somewhere else," Harry growled glancing at her, she hesitated for a moment watching some shadows flutter around Harry.

"Hold it, little shades," Clarisse replied and she turned to Percy. "Who is this weakling?"

"Percy," Harry snorted. It is a disgrace for me to introduce you to Clarisse, daughter of Ares.

"The god of war?" Percy asked.

Clarisse scornfully replied:

-Any problem?

"No," he answered. That explains the bad smell.

Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing. Clarisse grunted.

Clarisse grunted.

"We have a rookie induction ceremony, Prissy."

"Percy," she corrected.

-Whatever is. Come, let me show you.

"Clarisse ..." Harry warned, stepping in front of Percy.

"Get out of the way, Shadowen."

But Harry didn't move from his place.

"Okay, angel," Percy replied, handing Harry his minotaur horn.

He winked at him and faced Clarisse who dragged him into the bathroom and Harry quickly followed them ignoring the tingling in his chest when Percy called him that.

Call it fate or chance but Harry Potter was made to meet Percy Jackson, he just didn't know it yet.