Disclaimer and warnings: refer Chapter One

A/N: Reviews...

Akakiru: I deleted it because of this rewrite. I don't exactly have plans to redo the reading again.

vanny98: I plan to add what I changed/didn't change if it is relevant enough in the A/N's, so don't worry.

The sous: Harry being Hecate's grandson didn't really do anything in the original, so I removed it. Likewise, anything that I found useless in the original will be removed or at the very least, I will try to make it relevant to the plot.

Bountyhunter1977: Perverted!Salazar is too fun to write though! As for Harry being lazy, that would not be an issue here. And Dumbledore, well, just wait and watch.

Chapter Two

(Harry, age 12; Camp Half Blood; Summer of 2002)

Chiron looked at Harry with a interested look. "Tell me exactly what you dreamed of, Harry. Demigod dreams often have multiple messages embedded in them."

"Well…"

The place was beyond beautiful. Lush green grass as far as the eyes could see. A clear blue sky, with mountains tipped with pure snow in the distance. There were animals frolicking about, and only one word came to mind as he saw the entire landscape.

Paradise.

"Come, Harry. Sit."

Harry's eyes widened as he noticed an old man who was sitting on the grass. He wasn't there before. He must have appeared out of nowhere. Harry reluctantly went and sat down beside him.

"Relax, my boy. I am not here to hurt you. Do you know what this place is?"

Harry shook his head. "No. But it feels so… pure and full of hope. Untouched by anyone and anything. Are we in Elysium?"

The old man laughed. "No, child. This is not Elysium. This place is a 'What If'. It does not exist, yet many people seek it. They will never find this place, but the very idea that this exists warrants a try. Now, can you tell me why this place is not real?"

Harry looked at him, confused. He was here, was he not? How could he be in a place that is not real?

As if the old man had read his mind, he said, "Do not be confused with an idea given shape with reality. Remember what I told a moment ago?"

"Yes. This is a what if that… you mean this place was made real because of so many people sought it out that it became a reality?"

"Hmmm. Not exactly. This is an idea. You are partially correct, however. Because multiple people throughout history have sought this place out, it became a concept. A concept, that, by magic, can now potentially exist. However, all those who seek it out, may never find it. Can you tell me why?"

This time, Harry was silent for a long time. The old man did not rush him at all. "The people who sought this place. They were human?"

"Yes. Be it mortal, demigod, witch or wizard. Humans who came from all walks of life. From a commoner to royalty."

Harry once again thought some more. "It's because… this place is free of sin. I'm guessing only those who wished to find this place sought it out of selfishness. That is why they could not find it."

"Again, you are partially correct. Yes. This place is free of sin, as that is how the concept of 'paradise' can be defined. Even those who sacrifice their lives for others may never find paradise, as they may have sacrificed themselves not to save another, but rather to reach this point. Somewhere, they themselves may see this as a sin — killing yourself for a selfish goal despite saving another. And you are also correct that those that wanted to find this place did so out of selfishness. But… keep in mind what I told you about this place being a 'what if'."

Harry mulled the old man's words over. "I think I understand. They never found this place, because they themselves decided that they weren't worthy of it. You said that this place is a concept. The concept of paradise given form. If you subconsciously believe that you would not be able to go to paradise, then you would not be able to grasp this concept."

The old man laughed. He was not surprised by his insight, or his intelligence. Children of Athena weren't just intelligent, but they could also be wise beyond their age. It was speculated that her children absorbed her wisdom while they were in her mind, but it was just a speculation. "Exactly. Now. Knowing such, young hero, what do you plan to do? Will you also try and seek this concept?"

Harry smiled as he looked at the beautiful countryside. "No. But I think I understand. This was a test. You wanted me to understand this concept so that I could at least try to replicate it."

"Oh? And how do you plan to do so?"

Harry looked at him in the eye. "By finding out that life itself can be a paradise. That thought, is worth conceptualising."

Something about that look in the young boy's eyes reminded the old man about something, or accurately, someone. 'Could it be… no, His line died out, unfortunately. He wasn't even related to the Potters. But they are similar in that idea.'

"Very good. You do your mother proud by your display of wisdom. Hold out your hand."

Harry did so.

The old man touched the back of his palm, and a symbol appeared on it. It was shaped like a sword, surrounded by runes that he didn't understand.

"In time of your need, this symbol will give you the strength you need, should you prove that you are worthy of it. Don't worry, no one but you will able to see this symbol. Now. I believe that it's time for you to wake up."

"And that is when I woke up." Harry said, as he narrated the dream to Chiron. Obviously, he didn't say anything about the old man's thoughts because he was not aware of them.

Chiron examined Harry's hand. As he said, Chiron could not see the symbol even after he tried to dispel the Mist.

"Harry. It seems a god has decided to test you. Can you draw that symbol for me? I may be able to recognize it."

Harry nodded, and Chiron gave him a paper and pencil. He drew the symbol, copying the runes from the back of his hand. Chiron examined the symbol, and his eyes widened for a brief second.

"You know this symbol, Chiron?"

Chiron looked at the boy. "Yes. But I'm afraid that if I reveal its purpose, I will be the reason why you will fail this trial. My advice is that just put it in the back of your mind. When the time is right, it will do its job. Oh, and don't mention about this to anyone, even Rowena. If my suspicion is correct, she may try to do something about it, and that may very well end up in failure."

Harry nodded. "Thank you, Chiron."

Chiron gave him a kind smile. "No problem, Harry. Now off you go to your lessons."

As soon as Harry ran off, Chiron's eyes narrowed in thought. He wondered what Merlin was playing at.

For the symbol that Harry had drawn was the Seal of Avalon.

A few days had passed since Harry had that dream. Like Chiron said, Harry didn't think of the symbol too often. He had not told about it to anyone, even his siblings.

But instead, his focus was currently on the new girl. She undoubtedly pretty, and had arrived at Camp just yesterday, brought in by a satyr. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes were a brilliant blue. Or so he thought, as when he saw her again during lunch, she had brown eyes.

Currently she was with the Hermes Cabin, as her parent had not yet claimed her. Harry had his suspicions, as after being in Camp for the past four years — his sister first brought him here when he was eight — it allowed him to observe and note all the common traits among the various demigod families.

If he was right, then the new girl, Silena, was a daughter of Aphrodite. She certainly had the looks, and she was drawing stares from everyone around her. Sure, new demigods tended to get such a treatment. Every single person would try and guess who the new kid's parent was. There were betting pools, obviously hosted by the Hermes Cabin.

But what sold him on his guess was the accidental Charmspeak. She told a boy beside her to be quiet a little too firmly during dinner last night. That boy did not even make a single noise for at least an hour before the effect wore off.

"You are staring at me."

Her voice brought him out of his thoughts. He turned to her. Luke, the second-in-command of Hermes, had told him to help her adjust, given that they were both the same age. There weren't many twelve year old Campers, the average age being fourteen or fifteen. Currently they were sitting by the Canoe Lake, having walked around the Camp. Harry had given her another tour of the Camp, as it could be overwhelming for a new kid.

She appreciated the sentiment.

"Sorry. I got lost in thought. Tends to happen sometimes." Harry replied.

"Okay, but you were staring at me." She repeated. "Not just you, nearly everyone. It's making me uncomfortable."

Harry gave her what he felt was a reassuring smile. "It happens to every new kid. Till you get claimed, that is. Everyone is trying to guess your godly parent. There are even betting pools."

"Yes, the Hermes—"

"Messenger god. Don't use names unless you have no choice."

"As I was saying," Silena continued. "The Councillor said something like that. But he didn't say when."

Harry sighed. "The truth is, no one knows even if you'll get claimed. It can happen right now, in the next few weeks, or never."

Silena looked down, slightly miffed. "So… I may have to stay in thar cramped up Cabin all summer?"

Harry looked at her, surprised. That wasn't the usual reaction. "That is what bothers you? Not the whole 'not knowing my parent' thing?".

This time it was her turn to smile. "Well, not exactly. My mother was never around in my life, and daddy would go out of his way to ensure that I did not have to deal with not having a mother around. Wait. That came out wrong. What I meant is—"

"He never let you feel the loneliness of having just one parent?" Harry clarified.

"Yeah. Knowing my mother's identity would not change much, right?" Silena asked.

"Well, it would change where you live," Harry quipped.

"Apart from that."

"Well depends on who your mother is. Sometimes knowing our parent can strengthen our abilities." Harry said, going into lecture mode. "For example, a child of the Sun god may find that they are much better at archery than before they got claimed."

"Luke tells me that you've been here longer than most," Silena said, changing the subject. "You can probably guess right?"

Harry raised a brow. "You didn't care about your mother's identity until a second ago, but now you want me to guess?"

"For the most part, I still don't. But then you said that the thing I did last night could potentially get strengthened." Silena replied.

"You… did that intentionally?" Harry asked, surprised for a second time.

"Well no, but I noticed that he didn't even make a noise for a full hour just after I told him not to."

For a third time, Harry's interest in Silena grew.

"I… you are a really interesting girl you know?"

Silena blushed lightly. "What do you mean by that?"

Harry smiled. "You have a rather unique way of looking at your situation, and you are easily more observant than most people. That itself makes you rather interesting in my opinion."

Silena smiled back. "I think I like that opinion."

This time Harry blushed.

"But you still haven't told me about your guess." Silena pressed.

"Okay. The thing you did last night is most likely Charmspeak. It is most commonly seen in the children of the Love goddess, but can also manifest uncommonly in the children of the goddess of Magic." Harry lectured. "That makes my guess."

"So… Aphrodite or Hecate?"

Thunder rumbled as she said the names.

Harry gave her a look. "Didn't that orientation movie warn you about the dangers of naming ancient entities?"

"I just wanted to confirm if I remembered correctly." Silena countered. "I mean, I have a pretty good memory and that movie did explain quite a lot, but it was sooo boring! I had to fight to keep myself awake!"

Oh right. ADHD. It can a boon and a curse.

"Well. The thing is, it hurts their over-inflated egos if us unworthy mortals speak their names." Harry said. "That is why, monsters can easily find us that way."

Silena looked at him with narrowed eyes. "No way that's true. I mean, Mr. D may act like that, but I can't imagine that the others so easily insulted."

"Everyone has a unique story as to how they discovered what Mr. D is. What's yours?" Harry asked. He wasn't exactly surprised that she found out that Mr. D was Dionysius. It wasn't uncommon for the god to prove that he was one for the newcomers. Whether he did so intentionally or not was debatable.

"He conjured wine, turned it into water, before settling on Dr. Peppers."

Harry slumped his shoulders. "Well, that is a lot less interesting than what I expected."

"Well, excuse me for not making it interesting!" Silena said, faking her anger.

Harry put his hands up. "Hey, I was just! No need to be angry! Sorry!"

Silena giggled lightly. "I was just pulling your leg. So, how did you find out?"

"My sister told me. She was a camper a few years ago."

Silena glared at him. "That is a lot less interesting than mine!" She then paused. "Wait. Goddess of Magic? Magic exists?"

Harry raised a brow. "You just found out that gods exist, Olympus is currently at the top of Empire State, and you wonder if magic is real?"

Silena looked sheepish. "Well, I mean, her children would not be street performers, right?"

Harry sighed. This was going to be a long conversation. The magical community was hidden from mundanes, yes, but demigods were another story. But Rowena didn't raise a quitter. So, he hunkered down and explained the magical world to the girl, even demonstrating a few spells — mostly levitation and summoning — to the very impressed girl.

"So, you go to this Ilver-whatever?"

Harry shook his head. "Well, my sister is the Education Head of the ICW, the magical version of the UN, so pulled some strings and ensured that I'd be homeschooled without any problems pertaining to my magical education. She is a lot more powerful and better than every teacher in Ilvermorny."

Silena wondered if that was an exaggeration, but didn't comment on it. "But why?"

"Because they haven't updated their syllabus since the 1920's. My sister is trying her best to get them to change that, but the school board won't listen. At present, they are at risk of losing their schooling liscense with the ICW if this continues." Harry explained, but it was a lot shorter than the actual story.

Ilvermorny had students from the entirety of North America. Sure, Rowena practically ensured that MACUSA didn't subscribe to the whole Pureblood nonsense, but that didn't mean that things were perfect. First, she herself acted a bit too late, mostly because she wasn't in North America till 1960. She was in Uganda, where she helped establish the Uagadou school. She was the reason why it was popular for its wandless magic.

The people in power still had their roots in families of wizards who went back generations, having migrated to North America from Europe. They were stubborn and set in their ways, and only changing their laws to give first generation wizards and witches a fair chance at well, everything, were introduced in the late seventies.

Harry, however, didn't mention any of this Silena, as he felt it would complicate things, and she had just been introduced to the magical world. There was only so much she could take in at a time.

"So, what else can magic do?"

Harry smiled as he noticed a blonde teen pass by. "Want to see Luke dance like a ballet dancer? Cause I can—"

Luke turned, glaring at Harry. "Oh don't you dare make me do that again! My toes are still killing me!"

Harry laughed when Silena asked, "What do you mean again?"

The first time was to entertain Annabeth when she was crying because of her trauma. Luke agreed that it was a justifiable thing to do, but hated that Harry had used him instead of literally anyone else.

The past few years had not fared well for Dumbledore. After it became apparent that Harry Potter was never with the Dursleys, he had devoted quite a bit of time to try and locate him, but to no avail. When it came time for him to join Hogwarts, Dumbledore had hoped that the Hogwarts letter would find out where he is.

Except Hogwarts never sent out a letter, and he had to deal with the press and the government about their missing hero. Dumbledore had managed to placate them by stating that Harry being trained in elsewhere, but did not say where or why. He was rather good at avoiding questions, and had used that experience to help him.

Personally to Dumbledore, it didn't matter that Harry was missing. The prophecy that was given by Trelawny could also apply to Neville Longbottom, and he had proved so by stopping Quirrel. Well, stalling Quirrel until Dumbledore arrived to save the day.

In all honesty, putting an end to Voldemort was Dumbledore's first and foremost priority. Whether Harry does it or Neville does it did not matter to him. He knew that Voldemort was still very much alive, and if Harry had died, no matter how unfortunate that may be, it only meant that Voldemort had one less soul piece in this world.

However, Neville was still very much a meek and shy boy, no doubt because of his grandmother. Dumbledore knew he would have to do something about it and soon. Augusta Longbottom was like most people of her generation: stubborn and headstrong. She only listened to herself, and generally disregarded anyone else's opinions.

Severus Snape's behaviour towards Neville didn't really help. The professor would go out of his way to put Neville down, and this caused the boy to become even more nervous and jittery around Snape. Dumbledore had told Snape to tone it down, but Snape for the most part, had not.

Dumbledore inwardly groaned. Why couldn't Harry Potter have come to Hogwarts like he was supposed to?

Chiron raised his hand. "Athena-Hermes-Demeter-Dionysius Cabins win this game of Capture-the-Flag."

The remaining cabins groaned in disappointment, but even that was forgotten when the victory party kicked off. At the end of the day, it didn't really matter who won, the party usually included everyone. Mostly because the victors' prize was almost always extra desserts or less chores on the weekends. Add to the fact that there were very few sore losers in the Camp as a whole, the party was what the main attraction was on Fridays.

Harry sat by himself, well, with his snowy white owl as everyone was mingling, dancing, or in case of a few Hermes cabin members, drinking some beer that they smuggled in.

"You were invaluable today, Hedwig," Harry said as the owl nibbled on her treats. Harry's bead necklace — having four beads — sat on her neck. She didn't acknowledge her master's compliment. Of course she was invaluable. But she was invaluable every day. She was utterly confused as to why her master had told her so right now.

"That is a beautiful owl."

Harry looked at Silena as she joined him. "Don't say that. Her ego is already huge."

Hedwig glared at her master before she turned back to her treats. Stupid master. Her ego wasn't huge at all.

"So, any reason why you're not mingling? I mean your brother Rahul is practically bragging about you." Silena asked.

Harry smiled. Rahul Kumar, his older half-brother and Cabin Councillor. He was a tad bit eccentric and liked to boast about how great his younger siblings are. Often times it got on people's nerves. "Well, I am mingling with the MVP of today. Hedwig was keeping watch on the enemy movements and informing me, which allowed me to tell Ashley what to do."

Rahul wasn't the best strategist. He had inherited the crafts and arts side of Athena rather than her more war-like side. So, he deferred the battle strategy to his other two siblings — Ashley Franklin, who was three years older than Harry and about ten months younger than Rahul, and Harry himself. Between the two, Ashley had the higher authority because of her age.

Hedwig for her part, once again ignored her master's compliment. She was the MVP everyday. Her idiot master should stop stating the obvious.

"Ohh. Does the MVP have a name," Silena asked, as she looked at Hedwig. Silena didn't question how Hedwig was telling him. She knew that Harry was a son of Athena, and therefore, would have a connection with owls. That, and his magic must have allowed him to talk to the owl telepathically. At least, that is what she deduced.

"Hedwig. Named after the inventor/actress Hedwig Lamarr." Harry said.

"I don't know who that is. May I pet her?" Silena asked.

"Well, she's eating her beloved treats, so don't. She bites when people approach her when she's eating."

Hedwig hooted and went back to eating.

"No, Hedwig, those are meant for owls. We are humans and we don't want them." Harry replied.

Hedwig hooted again.

"You are an idiot."

This time Hedwig hooted angrily, turning her head away from him in anger, as if she was pouting.

Silena giggled as she saw them interact. "She can understand you, right?"

Harry nodded. "Well, she can understand everyone. She is particularly smart. Sometimes for her own good."

Hedwig was still doing the owl version of pouting.

"I'm guessing that she's angry with you?" Silena asked. "If so, you should apologise."

Harry looked at her. "Wha—don't take her side! That's what she wants! She is very manipulative!"

Hedwig turned to Silena and gave her a stare.

"But look at those eyes, Harry! How can you stay mad at that!"

Harry grumbled, giving Silena a side-long stare. "You are doing this on purpose aren't you?"

Silena played dumb. "I don't know what you mean."

"Right."

(Harry age 13, Camp Half Blood, Winter of 2003)

It was a very sad day.

Harry was vaguely aware of Ashley's hand on his shoulder as she pulled him into a side-hug. Annabeth was on the other side, her head buried in Ashley's side. They, along with the rest of the remaining campers present, watched the fire as it consumed the silver shroud, and the body of Rahul Kumar.

When he would look back on this day, Harry would say that despite his excellent memory, he would not be able to recall Chiron's eulogy. This was the first time someone this close to him had been killed. Well, his parents not withstanding.

Rahul was always the very best person. He would go out of his way to ensure that his fellow Campers, not just his siblings, were cared for. Given his penchant for craft, he would create personalized birthday gifts for everyone at Camp by hand. But he wasn't a fighter.

Despite this, Rahul did not hesitate even for a moment as he pushed a fellow demigod — who was coming to the Camp for fhe first time — out of a Lystrigonian Giant's attack, taking the blow head on. The Lystrigonian had been following the demigod and his satyr protector, only catching up as they neared Camp.

Rahul had sacrificed himself for a complete stranger, with little to no regard for his own life. Sure, they killed the giant, but the damage was done.

Even those who sacrifice their lives for others may never find paradise...

Harry shook his head. The old man from his dream was not correct. Rahul had found his paradise. It was Camp Half Blood. And not just Camp. Every single person in Camp. Demigod, satyrs, the dryads… that was 'paradise' to him. He had decided that they were more than his own life. And he had stuck to that.

He was a hero, and not just because he was born to a goddess. Rahul had shown that you don't need much to be a hero.

"Sorry, I want to be alone for a while," Harry whispered as he shook himself out of Ashley's grasp. She simply nodded. Rahul was the Councillor when Harry had joined Camp. Even she did not know her older brother as much as Harry, having joined two years ago.

Harry ran into the forest that surrounded the Camp. There was a special place he had found a long time ago near Zeus's Fist, where the natural large rocks resembled stools. There was nothing else, but it was special to him. This was his private place, where he would usually go to clear his mind.

He sighed, sitting down on a rock. For the most part, he ignored the tears on his cheeks. He for a change, did not know how to deal with his sadness. A part of him told him to go to Rowena, and another told him to go to Chiron. Yet another thought told him to stay here.

"There you are. I was worried."

Harry turned to see Chiron, a kind look on his face.

"You just ran off, Harry. I understand that you hurting. But in times like these, you can't afford to be alone." Chiron said as he sat down, rather awkwardly, on a rock beside Harry.

Harry looked at the centaur. He knew that more than anyone, Chiron knew exactly what was going on within Harry. "It just hurts..." Harry muttered.

Chiron placed a hand on his back to comfort him. "I know, child. But Rahul would not want you to hurt."

"Does… does it get better?" Harry asked softly.

Chiron sighed. "I won't lie, Harry. You and your siblings tend to have excellent memories, but it can be a curse. You most likely won't ever forget this pain. But that doesn't mean that it won't go away. And you will always remember your brother as he was in his entirety, just as he would want to be remembered."

Harry looked down. "He hated myths that exaggerated the truth..."

"Indeed. Now come, child. It's getting dark. We should head back."

"Chiron... Remember what I told you about my dream last year? About the old man and his paradise?"

Chiron nodded.

"This… was Rahul's paradise. Not just Camp, but also everyone living in Camp. Why did he throw it away?"

Chiron sighed again. "He did not throw it away, my boy. He simply ensured that every single aspect of his paradise, like you put it, will be continue to exist. Like you said, this was his paradise. And often, a paradise is worth dying for."

"Can... Can this world be the same?"

Chiron's words were very reminiscent of his own from his dream.

"Who knows? But the thought at least warrants a try to make it so, does it not?"

A/N: This is probably the first time I've attempted to write a tragic end to a chapter. The entire part of paradise will be important later — it is actually going to shape Harry's Fatal Flaw.

As many of you would no doubt notice, I redid this entire chapter from scratch. I would not have done so if I had stuck with my original plan of simply deleting the Hogwarts chapters and redoing them in the original. I did this because I always kicked myself for never including the Arturian legends in the original despite having Merlin as a god. I am not going to divulge anything about the Seal of Avalon.

This does not necessarily mean that every single chapter will be written from scratch, but only the ones that I find the worst parts of the Lightening Thief arc. Hogwarts will still be completely rewritten from scratch however.

Big change is that Silena is not a witch. In the original, she did fuck all with magic, so I decided to keep her as a regular demigod. The only difference is that she is a Charmspeaker, which she wasn't in canon. That is the only power she will get, but I think this way I can make her more badass than in the original fic. How? Well, you guys will have to find out.

As for Dumbledore, I am not going to bash him this time. When I wrote him, at least this chapter onwards, I decided to give him the role of 'true neutral'. I personally think that writing him such will be a challenge, so fingers crossed that he will retain this alignment. I also edited out the previous chapter to remove the 'make Harry weak' part.

Last thing is Harry and Silena meeting and getting interested in each other, but at the moment, as friends. Like I promised I would. Now hopefully I won't fuck it up for a second time.

Hope you all enjoyed this new chapter and the changes I made.