Harry stared in wonder at the scene that beheld him. It was magnificent. Something out of a history book and all he could say was 'This could be fun.'
A pretty girl with blond hair started walking up to them. She was quickly followed by a centaur.
'A centaur, but he looks nothing like the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest,' Harry thought.
The pretty girl, as Harry described her, had dark brown eyes that held wisdom, similar to Hermione. She was twirling a long, bronze sword at her side, a scowl on her face however.
"Who's the old geezer and the shrimp?" the mystery girl asked the centaur.
"Annabeth! Show some respect to them. The old geezer, as you put it, is Professor Dumbledore. The shrimp you referred to is Harry Potter." the centaur said. "As for me, my name is Chiron, but Professor Dumbledore already knew that. Pray you were not offended by Annabeth."
Harry opened his mouth as to say "bloody hell I was", but was caught off guard by Professor Dumbledore chuckling.
"I haven't heard that one yet. Old geezer. I have to remember that." Professor Dumbledore said.
The girl named Annabeth just stared at Professor Dumbledore.
"Uh, Professor Dumbledore, who are these people and what is Camp Half-Blood?" Harry asked politely, trying to keep irritation out of his voice.
"Harry, m'boy meet Chiron," Dumbledore said jovially, pointing to the centaur. "Camp Half-Blood is a place for young demigods like yourself."
"Demigod? What the bloody hell is a demigod?"
"A demigod is a person with a god as one of their parents and a mortal as another."
"I'm a demigod? So, James and Lily Potter aren't my parents?"
"Lily Potter most certainly was your mother as indicated by your emerald green eyes, and James loved you like the son he never could have."
"Never could have?"
"James was sterile, as a result of a curse he was hit with in battle against the Death Eaters."
"Death Eaters? What the bloody hell are Death Eaters?"
"Voldemort's followers," Dumbledore said curtly, clearly wishing to get off of the subject.
"So, if what you're saying is true and I am a demigod, then who's son am I?"
"Ah, that is the mystery my dear boy. We do not know yet. Only Lily could tell us, and sadly she is not here to do that."
"Is that why you left the boy with those awful relatives of his?" Chiron asked angrily.
Dumbledore bowed his head.
"Yes, besides of the blood wards I enacted to keep all unfriendly wizards out, their horrible stench masked his demigod smell."
"Hold on a minute. Demigod smell? What's that?" Harry asked in shock.
"Let me answer this, Dumbledore," said Chiron. "A demigod smell is the odor given off by a demigod that attracts the attention of gods and monsters. Which brings me to why he is here now, instead of at 16 when his, how did you put it, glamour falls?"
"Glamour, I have a glamour on?" Harry asked, eyes widening.
"Yes, James and Lily put it on you when you were born, to help hide you," Dumbledore replied sadly, remembering two of the greatest wizards and witches to ever live. "As for why he is here, he had just slain a basilisk."
"Zeus' crotch," Chiron swore loudly. "No wonder he is here, his stench would have been overwhelming. The protection of his family would be useless."
"Annabeth, my dear, whose daughter are you of?"
"Athena," Annabeth said, holding her chin up proudly.
"Ah, the goddess of wisdom. Yes, one of my students is exceptionally smart. Perhaps matching up to Athena."
Annabeth snorted at his statement.
"So…," Harry started awkwardly. "How do you know about Camp Half-Blood, Professor Dumbledore?"
"Well, I am a half-blood. Like Annabeth, son of Athena."
"Really, sir," Annabeth asked, her entire disposition changing with that statement. "What can you tell me about mine, I mean, our mother?"
"She was a very wise woman, very proud. She would have loved you dearly, that I am sure of."
"You've met her," Annabeth asked, shocked.
"Only once. For a fleeting moment. But, it was enough." Professor Dumbledore replied.
"So, what happens now," asked Harry curiously.
"You, for now, will join Hermes' Cabin, it is where all the unclaimed go," Chiron said firmly, but gently.
"Unclaimed, does that mean I won't be claimed," asked Harry nervously.
"It is a possibility," Chiron admitted. "But for now, enjoy your time at Camp Half-Blood. Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore."
"Er, Professor, wait," Harry shouted, but alas it was too late as Professor Dumbledore had already disappeared.
"C'mon Shrimp, let's get you over to Hermes' Cabin," Annabeth said, slightly smirking, yet her tone was teasing.
"I am not a shrimp," exclaimed Harry.
"Of course you're not," Annabeth replied.
Harry followed Annabeth to a cabin by the entrance. It was clearly bigger than the rest of the cabins, and it had a homely feel to it. They entered. There on the biggest bed, sat a boy, no a man, who looked like a boy from Hufflepuff Harry had seen around a few times. An older student. Ceddick Duggory, or something along those lines. The boy looked up and smiled. Annabeth blushed. Harry smirked.
"You ok, Annabeth, you look kinda bothered right now. Do you need some fresh air?" Harry said smirking.
"Watch it shrimp, or you'll find out exactly why I am the daughter of Athena."
"Hey, I'm Luke, son of Hermes, and the counselor of this bunk. And you are?"
"He's Harry Potter, unclaimed," Annabeth interjected.
"Hey, I can speak for myself, you know," Harry said irritated.
"So, I'll see you later, Annabeth," Luke said smiling.
"Yeah, sure, bye now," Annabeth said rushed, and hurried out of the cabin.
"Well, Harry Potter, make yourself at home," Luke turned to Harry and said.
Harry did just that.
1 week later
One week had passed and Harry was having a blast. He didn't do too well in archery but he still had fun. He didn't do too well in sparring, but he still had fun. All in all, he pretty much sucked at everything here, but flying. But that would soon all change with…
"New arrival coming in. Minotaur attack!"
"I've got to go," Annabeth said, interrupting her and Harry's spar.
She rushed to the entrance where a boy who looked almost just like Harry was dragging a satyr into the camp. The boy, however, had sea-green eyes and was a bloodied mess.
They brought him to the hospital where they fed him ambrosia and forced him to drink nectar in order to heal him. Harry snuck into the hospital and just watched. Somehow, he knew they were interconnected.
Later that Day
The boy, later named Percy Jackson, had joined Harry in Hermes' Cabin. Like Harry had predicted, they hit it off well, and were soon on the way to being buddies. Now, however, it was time for Capture the Flag, demigod style.
The game started off smoothly, with Harry and Percy going with Luke and Annabeth to try and "capture the flag". They had gotten to the flag until the members from the Ares cabin had shown up. They looked pissed, especially considering that Harry had humiliated them the previous day when they had tried to bully Percy.
"Let him go!"
"Why should we," asked Clarisse, the leader of the group of bullies.
She took a step towards Harry. He took out his wand and shouted "Expelliarmus!".
Clarisse's spear came hurtling towards Harry who had deftly caught it with his left hand. "Now leave, or I'll do worse!"
"Get him," Clarisse snarled at her fellow bullies. Harry had an odd fleeting moment of remembering him vs. Malfoy.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry shouted. The bullies were lifted into the air and began crying. Chiron, however had chosen that moment to intervene, and shouted, "Enough!"
Harry reluctantly let them down, but the bullies swore revenge.
Clarisse had appeared in the front of the Ares Cabin, and said, "I want Prissy, you guys can take the others."
Percy blushed, and Harry said, "His name is Percy, piggy."
Everyone in the audience, whom by this time was everyone in the game gasped. Clarisse turned to Harry, eyes narrowing, and said, "After I finish wiping the floor with Prissy, I'm coming for you!"
Harry replied, "Bring it on! If I can defeat a thousand-year old, 60 ft. long basilisk, I'm pretty sure I can defeat you, no problem."
The crowd blinked.
"You, defeat a basilisk. Yeah, okay, maybe in your dreams. I haven't laughed so hard in ages. I might go easy on you." Clarisse replied.
The fight between Percy and Clarisse was one-sided with Clarisse totally wiping the floor with Percy, as she had promised. Percy had many cuts and abrasions on him and was sprawled out in the water. Soon everyone but Harry's attention turned towards Harry, who was watching Percy miraculously heal.
Clarisse's attack threw Harry off-guard but he quickly countered. But, soon Harry was being dominated when the surge erupted in Harry, and filled his entire being. He thrust his hands out once more. This time, however, a bright white light erupted from his hands and struck Clarisse in the center of her chest sending her sprawling.
They were distracted from Harry's victory by a bright light shining over Percy in the form of a trident.
"This is not good, not good at all," Annabeth murmured. It wasn't well known but Harry had overheard Chiron and Mr. D, who he had personally not met yet, and hoped not to, talking about the argument between Zeus and Poseidon.
Chiron declared, "It is determined."
All around, the campers started kneeling, even the bullies from the Ares cabin.
"All hail Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon, the Earthshaker, Stormbringer, and the Father of Horses."
Lightning flashed around.
"Zeus is pissed," Chiron muttered.
Then, a bright light erupted over Harry's head, and it took the form of a lightning bolt.
"Zeus' crotch!" Annabeth exclaimed, and no one bothered to correct her on her language.
Chiron stuttered, "It… it is… determined."
Nobody kneeled this time, they were all in awe and shock. Harry started getting nervous.
"All hail Harry Potter. Son of Zeus, the Lightning Master, Lord of the Skies, and the Ruler of the Gods!"
At these words Harry fainted.
Meanwhile, in Olympus…
Zeus saw that Poseidon, his brother had broke his oath, and claimed Percy, and screamed at him for doing so.
"If you can break your oath, I guess I can too!"
"Don't do it," Hermes advised. "Making another child will only bring more strife."
"Look at what happened to Thalia," Athena said wisely. "Do you wish to bring that upon yourself?"
"I'm afraid it is too late," Zeus said sadly. Before they could ask what he meant, Harry was claimed by Zeus.
"You! Oath-breaker!"
"Me! You are just as guilty of it as I am! And my lightning bolt was stolen!"
The two Gods would continue arguing for hours on end. That is until, a certain Harry Potter woke up.