Author's Note: I'm trying to write longer chapters, so bear with me. Also, reviews make me feel warm and fuzzy and encourage me to write sooner. Review! Thank ye kindly (idk.) Oh! The pairings have been decided. Harmony and Percico so far. Don't like, don't read. Constructive criticism, yes, flames, no. Give me your opinions on future pairings. LL/RW? NL/KG? LL/Dan? AC/CD (lol but seriously, it was only meant to stand for Annabeth and Cedric)? Leo/LL? Padma/Leo? Who knows? Tell me your opinion! Also this is AU. So while things will be canon-ish in places, Harry grew up at camp from 8 on. So he'll be smarter, faster, etc. Also, I know I made Dumbledore pretty nice in Chapter 1, but that was a while back! I've read some manipulative!Dumbles fics since then. Basically, Dumbledore was a good guy in Chapter 1, but something happened. I have it all planned out. He ended up cursed with Black magic, and it's twisted him since we last saw him. You'll see him being Dark and manipulative, with some moments of clarity when he momentarily breaks free from the curse by willpower. It's up to you guys if he ends up getting better. I personally think he's a well intentioned and loving, but manipulative person. This fic is just a chance for me to make him Dark. The next fic I write with be Dark!Manipulative!Dumbles too. However, I do have a fic in progress with him as I think of him, Light but manipulative. Lastly, I saw a typo from earlier on, and I'd like to say that Dan isn't much older than Harry. About two-three years. Thanks!

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Emerald green ink the color of Harry's eyes were written in a neat script across a thick parchment envelope.

To Mr. H. Potter,

Hades Cabin,

Camp Half-Blood,

Long Island Sound,

New York.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

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Biting his lip as faded memories nosed their way to the front of his mind, multiple things happened. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase were running up the hill towards him, grins on their tired faces. From the Underworld Cabin, Zaire was a barely recognizable blur, racing towards him with an identical letter, and an manic expression of eagerness. Finally, an explosion of golden light rocked the camp, making everyone stumble to the ground.

A cry of shock rose from the entrance to the camp, and more voices quickly joined the first. Harry saw it all in slow motion. Annabeth's head whipped around as soon as she caught her balance, and even from a distance, her shock was unmistakable. Emotions warred on her face, happiness, fear, anguish, anxiety, hope, shock, and awe. The flashed quickly back and forth, eventually landing on tearful joy as the glow faded.

Racing up the hill, Harry came to a halt in awe. Covered in dirt, splayed haphazardly and tangled in receding tree roots, lay Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus. Spiky black hair fell across a pale face, lightly splashed with freckles. He didn't notice when he raced past the frozen figure of Annabeth, and didn't stop when Percy and Zaire called to him in confusion. Kneeling beside the daughter of Zeus, he gently pushed away the branches and roots. Pulling her larger form to him, he looked towards Chiron, gesturing for the Apollo campers.

"Someone! Stop just standing there, she needs helps!" Harry exclaimed in frustration.

Two Apollo campers broke out of their daze and took her from him, carrying her towards the infirmary. Seeing this, Chiron trotted alongside them, a worried look adorning his face.

"Don't worry." Dan said from behind him. "You did good, she'll be fine." Harry shot him a grateful look and clumsily got to his feet. "Well," he said weakly, "with the kids of the Big Three all together in one place, when's the apocalypse?"

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Harry shot Annabeth a reassuring look, hiding his own discomfort.

"She'll be okay 'Beth. Luke said she's a fighter, she'll be okay." Annabeth shot him a weak glare.

"Don't call me Beth, Hare-Bear."

"Annie."

"Hazzy."

"Owl face." Harry said smirking.

"Corpse head." Annabeth shot back.

"Bucket-O-Brains."

"Death a la Mode."

"Hardhead." Harry's smirk grew as Annabeth grew indignant.

"Zom-"

A blonde head poked into the room, and the Apollo boy coughed awkwardly. "She's asking for you. Uh, both of you."

Harry's eyebrows shot up, and he exchanged a surprised glance with Annabeth. Shrugging, he followed the two into the infirmary.

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Sitting next to the sickbed, Harry held a surprised look, Annabeth was holding back a laugh, and the Daughters of Zeus and Melinoe blushed heavily, avoiding each other's gaze. If Harry had been surprised to be invited into the infirmary to talk to the human-come tree-come human daughter of Zeus, he was even more surprised by the presence of Zaire.

Blue eyes looked him up and down as soon as he entered the room, and Harry felt like his entire being was exposed to this girl. It was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least. As she glanced away, Harry saw her shoulders relax the tiniest bit. As he sat down, Annabeth and Thalia started up a conversation. He listened quietly, and he and Zaire threw in their two cents on occasion. When Thalia mentioned she had been able to hear them during her time as a tree, things got interesting.

"You heard me all that time?!" Zaire squeaked in a shrill voice. "I told you some serious stuff, Thals!" She shrieked. Thals? Harry wondered. A blush creeped up Thalia's neck, and she looked away.

"It was kinda like I was asleep all the time, but aware. Like a demigod dream" The spiky haired girl began. "It was hard at first. I heard and saw some pretty… Well. Anyway, it got easier and easier to control. I could eventually block out stuff, or listen in. But you kept coming back, even though I was a tree. You told me stories, and how your day was, and treated me like a person even though I was a tree at the time. I consider you my friend, Zeedee." She finished, a small smirk crossing her lips at the nickname. Zaire blushed, and just pouted.

A moment later, the teasing grin faded. "Annabeth, Zaire? I need to talk to Harry alone. I'll be out soon, so don't worry." She added, seeing the hurt look on Annabeth's face. The two girls nodded, and as the door swung shut behind them, Thalia's happy demeanor did a 180.

"When I said I could hear and see things during my time as a tree, I got some other abilities too." She started. "You've met a boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a scar on his lip. His name is Jason." She said, her voice turning harsh and raising in volume. "I left home because my brother was gone. Dead or taken. You've met him, and I WANT TO KNOW."

Harry tripped over his chair, and backed towards the wall. "I don't remember! He was in my class, I was 9! Chiron had me go on a quest to stop Echidna from hurting some mortals and a demigod daughter of Demeter. He was there, and we talked a bit before I left. He was kinda tough. Like he'd been trained for battle. I swear, that's all I know.'

Thalia visibly deflated. "I'm sorry…" She whispered. "It's just that he disappeared. It broke me when I couldn't find him. I- I just want my brother." She said helplessly, looking up at him brokenly. "Not even Annabeth or Luke know about Jason. It hurt too much."

As the strong looking daughter of Zeus' eyes grew shiny, Harry made a promise.

"Thalia," He said softly, placing a small hand on her shoulder. "I promise I'll help you find him. I don't know how, but I will. You'll get him back, I promise."

The spiky-haired girl dressed in punk style clothes just gave him a small, watery smile, as she wiped her eyes roughly. Moments later, the strong daughter of Zeus was back, and the two children of the Big Three walked out of the infirmary.

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Sitting on an unused bed in the Underworld wing, Thalia Grace and Harry Potter sat side-by-side staring at a laptop screen. As many campers would confirm, Harry Potter was an oddity. The Son of Hades had been at Camp since age 8. Since then, he'd had a cabin built, been on a couple quests, and made friends with not only Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon, but Thalia, Daughter of Zeus as well. He was also friendly. The Son of Hades was a friendly, bright, and energetic 11 year old. Nothing like everyone thought a child of the Lord of the Dead would be like. Harry though, well, he didn't really care what everyone thought.

"Thals, I met him in California, he's not likely to be in Montana."

"But he could be! We already search the school you met him at. He's not in the records from that year, Potter."

"Neither am I." The son of Hades pointed out.

"Shut up."

Silence fell for a moment, and Harry decided to bring up an idea that had been nagging at him since his talk with Chiron. "Is there a chance he could be at Hogwarts?"

Thalia almost snorted. Her baby brother, a wizard? But… No. Their dad was Zeus, that had to explain it. She hesitated for a moment, before speaking up. "When he was just a year old, he levitated a teddy bear dad had dropped off for him. I just thought maybe that it was because, well, it was a child of the sky god thing." Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"Hazza? Look for him at magic school. I don't know if he'll be there, but I need to find him.'

"I promise."

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Standing in a line in front of a fireplace, were four children of Hecate, Zaire, Harry, and Dan.

"Okay, listen up campers." Chiron said sternly. "We have two new magicals this year, and a supervisor. Lou, you go first. Zaire, Harry, and Dan, pay attention. Lou is going to take this powder, called Floo powder, and she is going to throw it into the fireplace, step in, and say her destination clearly, making sure not to breathe in the powder. Keep your elbows tucked and eyes closed, you're travelling by fireplace. These four will guide you once you're there, clear?" He said. The trio nodded, and Chiron gave the green light for Lou to begin.

Like he'd said, she dropped in the powder, stepped in, and shouted, "Diagon Alley!"

Harry and Zaire watched in fascination as the remaining three Hecate kids followed her lead, and shouted the same destination. Suddenly nervous as he realized it was his turn, Harry bit his lip and grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. "Diagon Alley!" He said, disappearing in a flash of green flames.

Harry made the mistake of opening his eyes in the middle of Flooing. Scrunching his face from the heat and random noise, he opening his eyes a crack. The force of Flooing opened them all the way, and he quickly grew dizzy as grate by grate flew past him at a fast pace. His eyes burning, he didn't realize his descent slowing. Suddenly he came to a forceful stop, and a loud BANG echoed through the Leaky Cauldron as Harry was launched out of the Floo, across the floor, and directly into an occupied table. Groaning in pain, he pulled himself from the mess of people and food, and apologized profusely, his left hand cradling his right wrist.

"Hello Harry." Said a dreamy voice, thankfully cutting through his embarrassing dressing down from Zaire, who had arrived right as he was pulling himself from the pile of chaos.

"Luna!" He exclaimed. "I didn't think you'd be here today." She simply smiled serenely.

"Mummy Artemis said you'd be here." Harry flushed in embarrassment. He'd forgotten that unlike other demigods, Luna had a relationship of sorts with her godly parent. Her situation was different and incredibly strange, even by demigod standards.

You see, Artemis, like all gods, could split herself into different pieces. All of them were essentially the same, but they could be in different places and have different experiences until the God or Goddess merges into their true, complete form. When Artemis had vowed to be an immortal Virgin Goddess, a piece had taken any cravings for motherhood. However, when Xenophilius Lovegood came to America with his wife Celeste, searching for a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, something happened. Celeste Lovegood found out she couldn't have children. The Lovegoods pyaed to the Gods for a child. Specifically, Artemis, the Goddess of the hunt, the moon, virginity, and maidens. Recently the goddess had merged, and at the time of their prayers, she possessed the motherly side of her personality. She answered their prayers.

Taking some of Celeste and Xeno's magic and DNA, she mixed it together with some of her Godly essence in a protective bubble and gave it life. The fetus had grown within the bubble at an accelerated rate until it was finished developing. Artemis then took it from the bubble and called for her brother Apollo. The God of the sun, healing, music, poetry, and prophecies gave the baby his blessing, and marked her as his Champion. The baby was unconventionally born. The baby was a she, and as she was sent in a bassinet to the Lovegoods, the three parents named her Luna Selene Lovegood, Daughter of Xenophilius, Celeste, and Artemis, Champion of Apollo.

"Do you want to walk with us?" He asked, gesturing to himself and the rest of the group of demigods. Luna simply smiled and bounced to follow the group.

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"This," Lou Ellen lectured, "is the entrance to Diagon Alley. Watch closely." She tapped three bricks above the trash can, and two across. The brick wall quickly melted away to reveal a bustling crowd of people wearing robes. Harry quietly thought he might have been more impressed if he wasn't a demigod. However, he was still full of awe. Unlike New York, where store signs might say Apple Store, Macy's, or Soho, here there were signs saying "Ollivander's Wands" and "Quality Quidditch Supplies."

The first stop was Gringotts. The building was made of white marble, with burnished bronze doors. The bank towered impressively over all the shops surrounding it, and Harry could almost hear Annabeth's voice in his head babbling about the architecture and elegant craftsmanship. Typical Child of Athena.
Harry walked up the snow white steps, and nodded to the goblin standing outside the doors. The goblin simply nodded back, and Harry entered the bank. In front of him was another set of doors, silver, with a warning engraved on them.

"Enter stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there."

Harry got the feeling that he should have felt more unnerved, but he wholeheartedly approved with the message. It was witty, and the goblins were giving potential thieves a chance to back out before they made an attempt and were punished, as well.

The whole group was heading to the nearest teller, when Lou Ellen pulled Harry out of the line. "Potter," she muttered, "there's something you need to know. You're family were wizards, and you're famous here in the Wizarding world. You also have a vault here, so go to that free teller." She told him hurriedly, pointing to another goblin. As Harry glanced at her with no small amount of confusion and anxiety, she gave him a push and shooed him off. Harry nervously walked up to the teller, a short, stocky goblin, with long tapered fingers and a clever, cunning face. Harry wrapped his fingers around the bottom of his shirt and tugging at it, fidgeting. "Sir?" He said timidly. The goblin simply continued weighing the rubies in front of him. "Sir?" Harry said louder, in a more confident voice. The goblin looked up in surprise.

"Yes?" The goblin said in a slightly puzzled voice.

"Erm, first of all, what's your name, sir?" Harry asked awkwardly, cursing his own nervousness. He'd fought dracanae and helped fight the Cholchis bulls, and he was nervous about talking about his vault with a goblin!

The teller's eyes widened as he replied. "My name is Ripclaw. I assume you wish to enter your vault, Mr?"

"Potter." Harry offered. "Key please?"

"Key?" Harry questioned in confusion. "Yes. If you wish to enter your vault, you must possess the key." The goblin replied patiently.

"I don't have a key. Is there some other way to verify my identity?" Harry asked. The goblin nodded, and gestured for him to follow. The two walked a short distance to an office with a single guard standing outside. The goblins spoke rapidly in an odd gutteral language, and entered the room. Ripclaw sat behind the small desk and brought out a needle and a piece of parchment. "Please prick your finger and let three drops of blood fall onto this parchment." Ripclaw said formally. Harry nodded and pressed the thin needle in the pad of his pinkie finger. Three drops of blood quietly dripped onto the parchment as the small puddle of blood reformed to say his name and his heritage. Ripclaw nodded, and sat straighter.

"Mr. Potter, we at Gringotts would like to inquire why you do not have the key to your vault?"

"Mr. Ripclaw sir, I didn't know I had a vault." Seeing the name of his Godly father, he continued. "I was here with some campers from Camp Half-Blood. I assumed I'd be getting money from the Camp's vault, but Lou Ellen, daughter of Hecate, said I had a vault and I'm apparently famous in the Wizarding World."

To Harry's surprise, the goblin snorted. "That's an understatement, Mr. Potter. As the story goes among the wand-carriers, you defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort at the age of 1, on Halloween 11 years ago when he cast the Killing Curse at you and it rebounded. You also have more than one vault. There is the trust vault that you may currently access. This was set by your mother and father to pay for your education. There is also the Ancient and Most Noble Potter Family vault, and the Ancient and Most Noble Gryffindor and Slytherin vaults. The Gryffindor vault is inherited from an ancestor with Gryffindor blood further down your father's line. The Slytherin vault is inherited from your mother's line, although you would have received it whether or not she were from the bloodline, via right of conquest."

"My parents are famous?" Harry frowned. "So, if I understand right, this Voldemort guy basically killed himself, and I have multiple vaults?" Harry repeated. Ripclaw nodded. "Okay, I have some more questions, but my first is do you know what this Voldemort's real name is? I can't imagine someone naming their baby Voldemort."

Ripclaw snorted. "You are correct. I believe his name is Tom Riddle." Harry got an odd look on his face. "Huh. I think his former name sounds much better than Voldemort. Anyway, my second question is do you know where my original key is?"

The teller frowned, and barred his teeth. "A man name Albus Dumbledore is in possession of it. After your parents murder, he claimed magical guardianship, while your relatives got non-magical guardianship due to protective blood wards in place, and the fact that the listed guardians were not able to take you. He vowed to bring you with your key upon your 10th year. If I remember correctly, he came to Gringotts 3 years ago, begging to meet with the goblin in charge of the Potter accounts. He came to ask for help removing a Dark curse from his person, and to return your key as he said he would be unable to bring you. The curse could not be removed, the effects could only be suppressed. We are uncertain of the nature of the curse. When he left, I believe both parties forgot about the key. Last I saw of him, the darkness brought on by the curse had spread, tainting his magic. He may not be in his right mind. I will warn you to be careful around him, Mr. Potter." Ripclaw said frowning deeply. Harry nodded and changed the subject.

"Which vaults do I have access to?" He asked curiously.

"Currently you may touch the Potter trust vault. Upon emancipation or your 17th birthday, you may take up the mantle of Lord Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin. If you wish to acknowledge your full heritage, you may add Lord of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Hades to that title. You will then have access to all vaults to your name, territories, shares, and titles. As the eldest living child of Hades, if you choose to claim the vault currently you may. However, while you will be the heir to the vault, in other children of Hades will be able to access the vault, and its lands, shares, and titles. Through your godfather, you are also the named heir of the Ancient and Most Nobel House of Black, according to the current Lord's will. If you wish to take his seat in the Wizengamot, the wizarding court, as proxy you may, as the current Lord is in Azkaban, the prison. On your thirteenth birthday you may be given a time dictated letter from the Lady Potter."

Overwhelmed, Harry fell back into his chair with a loud sigh, as Ripclaw smirked in the background. He liked this young demigod.

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A bewildered Harry James Potter walked out of Gringotts with a heavy money bag full of gold Galleons, silver sickles, bronze knuts, and an overwhelming amount of information. He idly wondered if he could melt down some Galleons and get more money in the muggle world. Mentally shrugging, he decided to talk to the Stolls and Charles about it sometime. His mouth twitched as he remembered exact how he'd gotten the burly son of Hephaestus to allow him to call him by his first name. At the age of 9, he'd found out just how much he could get away with. Puppy eyes had gotten him far.

Harry hadn't really appreciated how different, but similar all the children of Hephaestus were. Dan was an outlier in the looks department, with his slim, nimble form, and more classically handsome looks. Harry had to admit it was strange. The other children of the Forge god were more thickset, broad-shouldered and visibly muscled. They had swarthy looks from time spent in the forge. Harry had a feeling they would get along famously with the goblins. Dan on the other hand, tended to craft more delicate things with a life-like beauty. He made sculptures made of glass, ice, thin metals, and materials others didn't use often. On a quest he had been given, he had made twin-mirrors from Stygian ice, and had it enchanted as a present to Harry. Time in the forge didn't darken his pale skin in the slightest. He had a more quiet strength, and fought like a leopard, swift, lean, powerful, and cleanly. For a son of Hephaestus, he quite obviously took after either his mother, or his father in another form. However, he and his siblings shared a softer side, despite their typically more reserved personalities. This softer side had gotten Charles Beckendorf to give in to a 9 year old Harry Potter, and let the son of Hades call him Charles.

Shaking his head, Harry walked into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Madam Malkin was a squat little witch, with rosy cheeks, and a cheerful smile. Harry opened his mouth to ask to be fitted for school robes, when she cut across him. "Hogwarts, dear?" She asked kindly. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face, and platinum blonde hair stood on a small footstool. A witch dressed in light colored robes was measuring and adjusting his black school robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on the stool next to him, and slipped a plain black robe over his head, pinning it at the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

Harry nodded.

"My father's next door buying my books, and mother's up the street looking at wands," drawled the boy, ignoring Harry's silence. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

A flicker of dislike rose inside him. This boy was reminding him of his cousin on his mother's side. Harry still remembered Dudley. The whale of a boy had bullied Harry, and made sure he had no friends. Harry was still surprised at how well the dull boy had manipulated his parents into giving him whatever he wanted.

"Have you got your own broom?" The boy asked carelessly.

"No." Harry said, a slight edge to his voice. Zeus would blow him out of the sky if he dared enter his domain.

"Do you play Quidditch at all?" He continued. Harry replied in the negative.

"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

Harry thought for a minute. He certainly had Gryffindor and Hufflepuff traits according to the copy of Hogwarts a History he'd nicked from Alabaster. But he could probably make Ravenclaw because of his own brains, and from what he'd learned from Annabeth. Of course, being a Son of Hades could possibly make him a Slytherin. Hades was certainly cunning enough, and Harry was sure that had probably been passed down.

"I think I could make any house, probably Gryffindor or Hufflepuff though. I'm brave and sometimes reckless, and I'm loyal to my family and friends and stubborn." He said blonde made a face. "Gryffindor is for those who are all brawn instead of brains, and Hufflepuff? I'd leave if I were sorted there. Of course, my family has been in Slytherin for generations, I know I'll be a Slytherin." He said disdainfully, ignoring that Harry had said he could make any house.

Harry's eye twitched. The blonde then pointed outside the window, ignoring the witch scolding him for messing up her work. "Look at that boy. He looks so very... muggle." He said, sneering.

"I don't find that a bad thing." Harry said coldly. No one insulted his family. The boy he had been pointing to was none other than his surrogate brother Dan. He was holding two ice cream cones, and sitting on the bench outside the robe shop.

"Are your parents our kind?" The blonde asked, with a superior tone. His comment had apparently been offensive to the other.

Harry stepped off the stool as Madam Malkin told him he was finished. Slipping off his robe, he folded it neatly and handed over the necessary money for his school robes, a pair of casual robes, uniform, and a set of dress robes, to his annoyance. Ripclaw had suggested dress robes to him, in case he ever needed to hold up the Potter image or get involved in politicking. Stowing away his purchases, Harry turned back to the boy.

"My mother was a witch, my father was a wizard. Their heritage is of no concern to you. In fact, you should welcome new blood to the Wizarding world. From what I've heard, there's been a fair amount of inbreeding. You may find it interesting to know that inbreeding, while supposedly keeping the bloodlines pure, is actually causing the downcline in healthy wizards from strict pureblood families. Muggles have know for years that inbreeding causes both mental, and physical deficiencies and sometimes even deformities, and ill health. It can cause sterility, and stillborns. In the magical world, it is also the reason for a good many squibs from pureblood families. I will thank you not to insult my family. I claim the boy you sneered at for "looking muggle" as family. You should also know not to cross those with more power than yourself. I don't know who you are. But I do know my heritage. Do not make an enemy of me." Harry said dangerously. At age eleven, he looked downright scary. His eyes flashed, and the blonde boy shook his head frantically. At the insult to Dan, Harry had gotten furious. He knew the Wizarding world held prejudice. But he didn't take well to people insulting his family, the people who cared about him, and he them. Unknown to him, he had been speaking in a voice that would've made his Father proud. Dark and forbidding.

With a turn of his heels, Harry stalked out the shop with a nod to Madam Malkin, and rejoined Dan, heading to meet Zaire and Luna at the Apothocary for a potions kit, a cauldron, phials and scales. After that would be a telescope, his wand, and the books. Secretly, Dan had sent a snowy owl he'd gotten from a pet shop to Camp as a going away gift. The Snowy would be an interesting surprise for later. Particularly for the Children of Athena. Dan smirked.

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In the Zeus cabin at Camp Half-Blood, Thalia felt a chill run down her spine.