"And so Voldemort is now reborn, and I don't even have my blood protection to help me any more," Harry ended his long winded story.

"Wow," was all Annabeth managed.

"Since I told you mine, it's only fair that you tell me yours," Harry tried to be cheeky.

"Hold on a minute, please."

Annabeth used her gifted mind to quickly make sense of all she had heard in the last hour.

"You stopped the evil guy at eleven, fought a millennial old Basilisk at twelve, travelled time at thirteen, fought literal dragons at fourteen? Am I processing it correctly?"

"What the hell does 'processing' mean?"

She looked at him, getting ready to scold him for acting dumb, but when she saw honest confusion in his eyes, she just sighed.

"I wasn't joking when I said that gods, as in real, breathing gods exist."

She expected some sort of joke from him, but he only nodded.

"You actually believe me?"

"I am Harry bloody Potter. Do you know what Potter's law says? If something can go wrong, it will go wrong."

She almost interjected that, no, that was Murphy's law, but he kept going.

"You just heard what all I went through. Do you think my mind is even capable of being surprised at this point?"

She couldn't refute that, so instead she started telling the story of her adventures with Percy, and sometimes Grover, throughout their past five years.

In many places Harry had to ask about things such as "automatons" and "laptops," trapped as he was in the Wizarding World he didn't know much about technology.

Annabeth's bag had not been returned to her yet, so she couldn't show her more than advanced "lap-computer" to Harry, but he simply accepted them as a "magical-technology-thingy" and moved on.

He was rather impressed how Percy was able to kill "Aunty Em."

"I think I would love to meet him."

"I think you would."

Annabeth noticed that Harry was more attentive than Percy, but he still was rather distracted.

This started ringing alarm bells in her head.

During a break in which she drank water to soothe her throat, she contemplated the possibility that Harry was indeed the Demigod she was sent to retrieve.

His unnatural expertise with flying on brooms. His better than others fighting ability as well as larger raw power. His Lightning Bolt scar.

How on Gaea did Zeus hide his son for so long?

Though it seemed that because his mother was a witch, he had inherited magic as well. Was Camp Half-Blood prepared for this insanity yet?

When she finished her story, Harry was rather conflicted. Maybe he was making the same connections that she was.

"You guys can stop listening, you know, she saved my life, I don't think she is going to kill me," Harry said rather suddenly, looking at the door, from where she saw a long ear shaped thing sliding out from beneath the door.

The Twins along with Ron and Hermione slumped inside the room.

"We're sorry Harry, just wanted to make sure that you're safe…" one of the twins answered for both.

"Bloody hell! That was a story and a half!"

"Shut up," the bushy haired girl, Hermione her brain supplied her, elbowed the redhead, Ron. "We didn't know who she was. It would be so easy to use Polyjuice potion for a Death Eater and infiltrate the Headquarters…"

"Besides, I think I like this Aphrodite she mentioned," Ron said.

Harry made a show of sniffing and sneering, but soon he cracked and laughed.

"Just promise me that you won't ever break contact with me again, even if Merlin himself says so."

"Deal."

And all the tension evaporated.

"We will be going then…" one of the twins said, before Harry said, "Don't even think about it."

"This is her story to tell. Do not go and babble it to anyone else, understand? She is already trapped inside."

"You do know who we are, don't you Harry?"

"Why would we do that and ruin all the fun."

"This goes to you as well, Hermione."

She appeared to be visibly conflicted. But finally mellowed out and nodded understandingly.

"If the adults want to keep secrets from me, well then it goes both ways, doesn't it?"

His rather grand plans of hiding the knowledge from the adults died a slow death when Dumbledore shimmered out of his disillusionment charm.

"If it's any consolation," Dumbledore said to Harry, who was glaring back at him, "I still consider myself a child, after all these years."

With that he swiftly walked out and closed the door. Not one soul said anything until Fred muttered, "Well, that happened."

"Well, I for one am glad that I have no overhanging Prophecy over me. There isn't one, right?"

Of course there was a prophecy in play. Of course it was because of said prophecy that Voldemort had killed his parents.

It had been hard, needling this information out of the Headmaster. But Harry was nothing if not determined.

When Dumbledore refused to outright deny the existence of a prophecy, Harry knew something was fishy. He spent all day following Dumbledore and making Sirius conjure random things in his path.

But Harry had been successful at the end of it. He didn't know the words of the Prophecy, Dumbledore absolutely refused to so much as consider giving him that, so Harry was left accepting his losses.

Hermione immediately disappeared inside the Black Library, looking for anything at all on prophecies and how powerful they were.

Harry was left with Ron and Annabeth.

"So… What do you guys play? I'm sure you have never heard of Quidditch…" Ron tried to break the ice.

"We have many games. I personally enjoy Capture the flag, strategy is kinda my forte."

"Yes yes daughter of Athena I know."

Annabeth smirked.

"I am just wondering when someone comes to rescue me."

"They can't." Ron said matter of factly.

She raised one delicate eyebrow.

"We were able to save Grover from Polyphemus himself. Last I checked, you guys were still human and mortal."

"I mean that they literally can't find you. It is impossible to find us so long as we are inside this house."

Where are we, she tried to think, but wasn't able to clear the fog in her head. All she knew was that they were in London somewhere.

The discussion turned boring after that, as the boys caught each other up on how much of the holiday work they had completed (none and not a word, in order), and Annabeth tuned them out.

She had to escape somehow.

An idea struck her, and she didn't waste any time, making excuses and walking to the bathroom. She checked her pocket. Yup, they had left the emergency drachma with her. Ha.

She made a rainbow quickly, threw the coin, and called clearly said, "Percy Jackson, the House of Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis."

The image shimmered, instantly showing her the bedroom of her, well, her boyfriend.

"Annabeth? Is this an emergency?"

He was instantly ready with a makeshift shield before she quickly said, "No! Well, I have been captured, but it is not an emergency. All I can say is that I am trapped in London somewhere."

"Are you hurt?" Percy asked, peering through the edges of the rainbow in an attempt to see more of her to reassure himself.

"No, I was hurt but they treated me."

"What?"

"The situation is complicated, Seaweed brain. I am completely safe, just trapped."

"I knew I should have insisted on going together, Chiron and his stupid orders be damned."

As the image started to fade, Annabeth said, "This was the last drachma I had. Don't call me, my captors can't know that I can talk to you. And Percy?"

"Yes?" His voice was a bit hollow.

"I love you."

The rainbow vanished.