3Finally it was time to meet Mr. Brunner and Harry couldn't help but feel nervous as he walked through the dark halls of Yancy Academy. Ever since the incident with Mrs. Dodds at the museum Harry had been on edge. It wasn't that he expected other people to be turning into gruesome monsters like her or for any to appear out of the shadows but he still couldn't help but be a little jumpy. However as the day went on, and Harry had arrived at Yancy Academy, he kept finding things that told Harry he really didn't belong there.
Such as when Harry had arrived to Yancy Academy and entered the dormitory to find his section was completely bare except for a perfectly made bed. Most of his dorm had just excused it as a bad prank but Harry knew better. Then there was how his other two dorm mates didn't seem to remember anything about him except that he was their dorm mate and came from Britain. Harry just couldn't shake the paranoia that a teacher would realize he didn't belong there and they would kick him out without any help. Now, however, he would be talking to Mr. Brunner and hopefully get some much needed answers which would help him figure things out.
"Come in." Mr. Brunner's voice called as soon as Harry knocked on his office door, having been told where the office was by Grover earlier this evening.
Harry opened the door only to find a surprisingly scarce office filled with cardboard boxes, some packed while others were empty, where Mr. Brunner packing things away.
"Am I interrupting something sir?" Harry asked looking around at all the boxes stacked in the room.
"Ah Mr. Potter, I was hoping it was you." Mr. Brunner greeted. "No, finals are in a week from now so I figured I would get my stuff packed and moved early, I don't really need much of the stuff for now. Oh, excuse my rudeness, please take a seat."
Harry sat down in one of the two standard school chairs that were offered to parents when they are visiting their child's teacher.
"Let me begin by introducing myself, as we've never properly been introduced." Mr. Brunner began. "My name is Chiron; Mr. Brunner is just a pseudonym I use when I need to help protect people like you and Percy."
"Harry James Potter," Harry introduced himself before catching something that Brun-er-Chiron said. "People like me?"
"Quite," Chiron said simply as he stared intently at Harry.
Harry couldn't help but fidget under the man's intense gaze, as if he had seen more tragedy in his life than anyone else.
"You see Mr. Potter," Chiron said breaking Harry from his musings. "You are what we refer to as demigods."
"Demigod?" Harry repeated in surprise. "Like Hercules and Theseus?"
"Yes, although Hercules' proper name is Heracles, Hercules is his roman name." Chiron lectured. "One of your parents was a Greek god or goddess. However, I'm unsure which."
"And Grover? What's he?" Harry asked.
"Ah, well you see Grover is a satyr and it is his kind's job to find you and other demigods." Chiron said. "They are then supposed to take you to a special camp. There you are trained in order to help you survive."
Throughout the explanation Harry had been silent due to shocked but now his shock was beginning to wear off.
"So you're saying," Harry said as he tried to wrap his head over everything. "That not only do monsters exist but so do the Greek gods?"
"Yes."
"And they're here in America?"
"Well it's a little more complicated than that." Chiron answered. "You see, the gods move with Western Civilization. But it's safer to wait until camp to properly explain things."
Harry didn't really feel like being lectured, it was late, he had a trying day and he was tired, so he let it go.
"And you think that I am a demigod, a child of a Greek god and mortal?"
"It could be a goddess." Chiron answered with a small chuckle of amusement. "But essentially yes."
"Are you crazy?" Harry asked his voice serious as he contemplated getting someone to lock the man away.
Brunner let out a chuckled at Harry, which didn't help Harry's nerves.
"Well that's debatable." Brunner answered. "But it doesn't change the fact that what I just told you was completely true."
"Right," Harry said drawing the word out. "If that's true then prove it."
"Well, I thought Mrs. Dodds would have been enough proof but very well." Brunner said before he did something that shouldn't have been possible, he got out of his wheel chair.
But there was something wrong with how he rose from his wheelchair. His blanket fell from his lap but his legs didn't move. Instead his waist had gotten longer until he was taller than a human man. But what really caught Harry's attention was that instead of skin and human legs he had the front of an animal with muscle and sinew covered in white fur.
"Y-you're a centaur." Harry said as he found himself looking at the true form of Mr. Brunner, his magical wheel chair discarded.
For what felt like an eternity, though it had to have been only a few minutes at most, Harry sat in the office overwhelmed with shock.
'Mr. Brunner's a centaur.' Harry thought to himself. Strangely enough, it wasn't the fact that centaurs existed, that shocked Harry so much that Mr. Brunner was able to pass as a human for so long. Something inside of Harry had already known centaurs and magical creatures existed, even before Dodds attack.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the office door.
"Sir," a familiar voice called out from behind the door. "It's Grover, can I come in?"
"Come in Grover but be careful." Chiron answered back. "I currently have my pants down."
A small bit of bile rose in Harry's throats at the teacher's comment but it seemed that Grover understood the true meaning of what the centaur said as he entered the room without any trepidation.
"Oh Harry!" the older boy said when he saw Harry sitting in front of the desk. "I didn't realize you would be here, I can come back later."
"It's quiet alright for you to stay Grover." Chiron told Grover. "I was merely telling Harry about him being a demigod."
"About that," Harry cut in. "Mr. Brun-er- I mean Chiron, I think you must be mistaken. I can't possibly be a demigod, even if the Greek gods do exist, I'm just...just Harry."
As soon as Harry said that another strange vision flashed before his eyes along with a massive headache. The vision was of a strange, small shack with a gigantic man standing in front of him.
"Harry," Chiron's voice called out as someone gripped his shoulders. "Harry, are you okay?" Then, like all the other visions before, it faded away along with the headache.
"I-I'm fine," Harry said after a few seconds. "I just had another flash back."
"If you are sure," Chiron said hesitantly. "Anyways, as for your earlier question, I know you're a demigod thanks to Grover here."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked looking over at his "classmate".
"Grover here is a satyr." Chiron said as if that was. "They have the ability to sniff out your kind which is why we send them out to various schools to find you."
"A satyr?" Harry asked in surprise, looking towards the boy who was taking off what appeared to be fake feet.
After taking off the feet Harry was met with the sight of a goat's bottom before quickly looking back up, not wanting to see what type of male goods he had.
"Um no offence Grover," Harry said nervously. "But aren't Satyrs and Centaurs known for being wild, lazy, who rape young girls?"
"Hey!" Grover shouted in protest. "I'm not lazy or wild and I would never rape someone."
"He didn't mean any offence by it Grover." Chiron intervened. "And it is true that your more vicious brethren are known for raping both girls and cute young boys in the past, the same for centaurs. However, Mr. Potter, rape back in ancient Greece was sometimes different from what it was viewed today*. Even so, Grover's tribe are much more civilized then some of the other tribes of Satyrs you would meet."
"Okay." Harry said not wanting to offend either of these two more since they were the only ones who were able to help him, or at least were willing to. "So what am I supposed to do now?"
"An excellent question," Chiron, Harry was starting to be able to call him that without a problem, said. "Now, normally I would prefer to wait until the end of the school year to bring someone to camp when they can't stay hidden anymore, or at least inform their family if they knew. However, with your lack of memory, and the fact you weren't here for most of the year, I think it would be in your best interest to get to camp as soon as we can. Luckily, we can use your amnesia for our benefit."
"How?" Harry asked as he listened to Chiron explain his plans, feeling a bit relieved that he would be leaving the schools soon.
"Simple, I'll just explain to the teachers that you have a case of amnesia and will be taking you to a doctor that I know who specializes in such things." Chiron answered. "The principle will no doubt wish to contact your family, but a little manipulation of the Mist will make him think he had when he didn't."
"Manipulating the Mist?" Harry asked, wondering what he was talking about.
"Indeed." Chiron said, not seeming to get Harry had no idea what he was talking about. "I had better contact Mr. D and explain everything to him so that we can make the arrangements to transport you to camp, I could probably get some of my stuff moved out while we take you."
As Chiron mused over his plans to get his stuff moved, he began to take out various types of crystals with strange stands and arranged them in a pattern that Harry didn't understand.
"Um, Grover," Harry whispered to the Satyr. "What's Chiron doing?"
"He's arranging his various crystals in a way that when his lamp shines into them he'll make a rainbow." Grover answered.
"Why?"
"He needs a rainbow in order to IM camp." Grover said. "If we were traveling then we would probably use a spray gun or some other tool to make it. But, Brunner prefers to use crystals when he has been staying in one place for a while."
Harry wanted to ask what he was talking about but was interrupted by Chiron who had turned a lamp on causing each crystal to reflect a rainbow off of them.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering." Chiron said taking out a strange coin before tossing it into the rainbow the crystals made. "Mr. D at Camp Half-Blood." Suddenly, the coin disappeared and a strange image appeared in the rainbow.
In the arch of the rainbow was a man sitting on some sort of porch reading a wine catalog. The man wasn't a pretty sight. He was chubby faced with a red nose and watery, blue, blood shot eyes that just said he was no stranger to alcohol. The man had curly hair that was so black it looked almost purple and his attire mostly consisted of a tiger striped, Hawaiian shirt and purple running shoes. Both of which looked as if they could do with a major cleaning. However, something inside of Harry could sense great power in this man.
"Oh, it's you Chiron." The man said looking up from his magazine.
Chiron gave the man the closest thing to a bow that a centaur could and Grover looked at the man fearfully, telling Harry that he had to be careful around him.
"Good evening Mr. D," Chiron greeted. "I'm actually calling you to report a...unexpected problem that came up."
"Oh," Mr. D said, clearly feigning his intrigue. "Did the little brat get eaten by the fury?"
"Thankfully not," Chiron muttered in annoyance. "No, something else had happened."
Chiron then spent the next few minutes explaining to Mr. D about Harry and Mrs. Dodds as well as Harry's amnesia and the plan he had concocted.
"Wonderful," the man sneered. "Now I'll have to deal with two more brats, one without any knowledge of himself." The man then let out a long, suffering sigh. "I'll send Argus with a van on Sunday to pick you up."
"Thank you Mr. D." Chiron thanked.
"Yeah, yeah," Mr. D waved off. "But I expect a pinochle match as soon as you get here." With that Mr. D waved his hand through his side of the rainbow causing the message to end.
Saturday felt like it had lasted an eternity for Harry. First he had to go through a series of tests that the school nurse, psychologist and Headmaster, or principle as Chiron reminded him, to prove that he had amnesia. When they had confirmed he did in fact have amnesia and wasn't faking it the principle had announced to the school that he would be leaving for a special, psychiatric hospital to help him. If that wasn't bad enough everyone had either been avoiding him, spreading rumors about him or, like Nancy Bobofit, had started to make crazy jokes in front of him. The only people who weren't avoiding him was Percy, Grover and the teachers who kept giving him sympathetic (female) or suspicious (male) looks. Which is why Harry had spent most of his time with Percy, Grover and Chiron playing a game called Pinochle, having asked about it after the Iris message with Mr. D and getting Percy involved.
Finally Sunday morning had arrived and Harry was waiting eagerly out in the parking lot with Chiron, disguised as Mr. Brunner.
"Here comes our ride now." Chiron said as a van pulled into the parking lot, the driver honking the horn. Harry couldn't help but gape when the van stopped in front of him and the driver got out of the van. The driver was like nothing Harry had ever seen, that he remembered, not even Mrs. Dodds.
The man was tall and muscular but looked like one of those stereotypical surfers, how Harry knew that he didn't know. But the thing that really caught Harry's attention, and made him grimace, was that his entire body appeared to be covered in eye balls.
"Ah Argus," Mr. Brunner greeted. "I'm glad you could pick us up, if you don't mind I need some help loading a few boxes from my room so if you could bring the car outback, away from roaming eyes, I would appreciate it." The man gave a silent nod from the opened window of the van before moving his car out back.
Harry and Chiron had decided to follow the van by going around the school.
"Um, Chiron," Harry asked from right next to the disguised centaur. "Can I ask you something?"
"You already have." Chiron said with a chuckle but signaling Harry to continue.
"The guy in the van," Harry began. "You called him Argus, and he had so many eyes, is he the Argus from mythology who served Hera?"
"Yes." Chiron answered simply. "Though now he is just head of security at Camp Half-Blood."
Harry didn't question how Argus was alive as Chiron had explained how monsters were still alive yesterday while they were playing pinochle, as well as the fact that he was the original Chiron from mythology.
"You know Mr. Potter you keep on surprising me," Chiron said as they reached the van. "Even with your amnesia you seem to know a lot of mythology. This will only help you to survive in the future."
"I wish I knew why though." Harry said, frustrated. "It just feels that I have been reading mythology for a long time."
"I think," Chiron said carefully, showing that he wasn't willing to make a definite statement without full proof. "That whoever erased your memories had kept your knowledge of myths intact so that you would have an easier time surviving."
Another part of Harry's day yesterday had been a talk with Chiron about what could have caused his memory loss.
"You still won't tell me who you think took my memory, will you." Harry sighed, already knowing the answer.
"Not until I have definitive proof." Chiron answered. "Now come along, Argus is ready for us."
It didn't take Argus long to pack up the few boxes that Chiron was planning on taking back to camp that day and soon Harry had found himself sitting in the cramped back seat with Chiron and some strange music playing on the radio that the centaur. Harry really didn't care for the music and was preoccupying his time looking out of the windows at the passing scenery, Argus not really one for talking it seems. As Harry did this, though, his thoughts had begun to wander on him, thinking about what camp would be like, about who could have erased his memory, and most importantly about his family. Who were Harry's parents, both godly and mortal? Was it his godly parent, whoever it was, that had erased his memories? If so, then why? And what was that thing he did with Mrs. Dodds?
Harry then pulled out the stick that he had had since the museum and studied it. The stick was ornate in appearance, with its carved handle having clearly been done by a professional. Also, as Harry grabbed it, he couldn't help but feel as if the wood was pulsing with a strange power that caused a pleasurable tingle throughout his body. Harry also had a feeling that it was important to him, that it had something to do with his past and he had a strange connection with it. It was as Harry was inspecting the stick that his eyes began to droop until he found himself falling into blissful unconsciousness.
*Dream*
The dream began with the sound of a bell tinkling as Harry found himself entering a strange shop with an inhumanly large man coming in behind him. The shop itself was tiny and covered in dust with the only thing in it being the single, spindly chair in the corner that the other man took and the thousands of boxes stacked to the ceiling behind the front counter. At first, Harry felt as if he had entered a strict library. However, as Harry felt a strange tingle on the back of his neck, he couldn't help but think that the very silence and dust of the place was filled with magic.
"Good afternoon." A soft voice greeted causing Harry to jump and lose track of his thoughts, a loud crunching noise echoing behind him.
The voice belonged to an old man with wide, pale eyes that shone like the moon, who was suddenly standing in front of Harry.
Hello," said Harry awkwardly.
"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
Harry's eyes widened as he listened to the man talk. This man knew who he was, who his mother was, could he finally understand where he came from.
'But wait,' Harry thought to himself. 'What did that man mean by wand?"
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it — it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
The man continued, coming so close that his and Harry's noses were nearly touching, causing Harry to shiver as he saw his reflection in the man's eyes.
"And that's where..." The man said lifting his figure and touching Harry's scar. But Harry never got the chance to hear what the man was about to say for his dream began to fade into black and soon Harry found himself being woken by Chiron who was shaking his shoulders.
When Harry woke up it was quite and dark with thick storm clouds covering the sky and blotting out the sun. At first Harry didn't give it much thought, the weather having been unusual since he first woke up on the bus without memories, but something felt off.
"Chiron?" Harry said looking over at the disguised centaur sitting next to him.
"We won't make it in time." The centaur said firmly looking outside of his window, his face tense and frightened. Harry bit his lip nervously, suspecting what the centaur meant, before taking off his seat belt and climbing over the boxes in the back of the van to look out its window.
What he saw shocked him for in the distance, quickly closing the distance, were three, giant, winged snakes flying in the skies above.
"What are they?" Harry asked quickly moving away from the large, back window of the van.
"The Ophies Pteretoi," Chiron answered. "Argus, pull over and help me out."
Argus and Harry both looked at Chiron as if he was insane, which was weird to see with Argus' various eyes.
"We won't make it to camp before they catch us and I can't properly shoot my arrows in here." Chiron explained as he pulled the nearest box near him and took out a long bow and quiver of arrows filled with strange, bronze arrows.
Almost immediately Argus pulled the van to the side of the road before getting out of the van and running towards Chiron's side.
"Here Mr. Potter." Chiron said as he stood out on the side of the road in full centaur form while. Harry was getting out of the van, pulling out a cheap pen and passing it towards Harry. "You'll need something to defend yourself should they try to strike you."
"Right." Harry said taking the pen as he slid out of his seat, wondering how it was supposed to help protect him.
It was then Harry remembered the incident at the museum and how Chiron through a pen towards Percy that transformed into a sword.
'It can't be.' Harry thought carefully uncapping the pen sideways. Almost immediately the pen transformed and Harry found himself holding onto the bronze sword in his lap, the same sword that Percy had used against Mrs. Dodds.
"Wicked." Harry said with a small smile while giving it a test swing.
However, even as Harry swung the blade he knew that he wouldn't be able to use it effectively. Not only was the blade too heavy for him, causing him to nearly fall over himself, but there was something about the grip that felt uncomfortable.
"Indeed," Chiron said, clearly agreeing with Harry's previous thoughts. "However, it seems the sword doesn't fit you very well. I also expect you to return that to me later on, I'm holding onto it for someone."
"Right," Harry agreed just as the monsters came into view.
When Harry first caught a clear glimpse of the monsters that were attacking them he couldn't help but gape in awe at the sight. Flying in the air was a mass of snakes with large wings. Even from the distance, which Harry couldn't determine, Harry could see that each monster had a different snake for a body and different kind of wings and all of them were as large as a tree. However, the most disturbing thing was the strange, hissing voices that Harry could hear.
/Kill/
/Eat/
/Blood/
/Demigod blood/
"Does anyone hear those voices?" Harry asked turning towards Argus, who was holding a club with bronze spikes, and Chiron, who had a bow in one hand and was drawing an arrow out of a quiver on his back.
"What voices?" Chiron asked while Argus just shook his head no.
"Uh, never mind." Harry said shaking his head and feeling nervous. "It must just be the wind."
"Look sharp, the beasts draw near." Chiron said notching and arrow into his bow and drawing the string back. "And be careful. While they are of the same race their bodies and wings all feature a different snake and bird. Because of this, their fighting styles differ among them and make it hard to fight them."
"Right," Harry said.
"Also, be careful not to let them bite you, they're poisonous." Harry gulped as Chiron shot his bow at the closest snake and hitting it, which immediately caused the snake turn into golden dust like Mrs. Dodds at the Museum.
At first the battle looked to be in Chiron, Harry and Argus' favor. Despite the number superiority of the snakes, Chiron was able to shoot the majority of them down before they even got close to the group. However, as time passed on, the serpents had begun to adapt to Chiron's attacks with amazing, aerial acrobatics provided by their muscular bodies and begun to slip through the attacks.
"Bah," Chiron said as he let out another arrow that pierced through the head of another snake causing it to explode into golden dust. "That was my last arrow I had on me. We're going to have to fight them in close combat." Argus grimaced at the centaur's words as Chiron took out his own sword. They both knew that they were at a major disadvantage now.
No longer hampered by arrows being shot at them the remaining snakes began to attack the group. Harry had never used a weapon before in his life, at least not that he could remember, so it was a surprise to him when he was able to raise the sword fast enough to block the head of the snake that attacked him before swinging the sword at the snake, as if it was the natural thing to do. However, the sword was heavy and didn't feel right in his hands while the snake was fast and agile allowing it to dodge Harry's attack. The snake then lashed its tail out and wrapped it around Harry's foot before lifting Harry into the sky.
/Tasty little Demigod./ a strange, hissing voice said. /Looks like I get to eat you all by myself./
'Is the snake talking?' Harry asked himself briefly before the snake's mouth came lunging towards him.
Harry didn't really understand what happened next. On instinct Harry was able to grab the snake by its throat before it could swallow him. The snake let out a shriek of pain before ripping its neck out of Harry's grip. It was as the snake moved its head back that Harry saw strange blister marks had formed on the monster's neck where he had grabbed it. Not understanding how that happened but seeing a chance to actually win the battle, Harry quickly slashed at the snake's throat with the sword he was using. The blade sunk through the snake's head like a hot knife through butter causing the decapitated head to drop out of the sky and onto the ground as the monster's body crumbled into golden dust.
However with the snake's death Harry no longer had anything keeping him in the air and soon found himself falling from the sky.
"Ow." Harry groaned in pain as he landed on the roof of the van, the sword falling out of his loose grip before his body also slid of the van and onto the ground.
Clearing his head, Harry took a moment to look around the battlefield. Further away from the van Harry saw Argos trying to hit the snakes with his club as best he could. However, the snakes were proving difficult to strike either flying away and striking when the many eyed man was opened or nimbly dodging him. Chiron, who was further down the road, had the same problem.
'Crap,' Harry thought to himself as he picked himself up off the ground, using the van for support as his side was killing him. 'How are we supposed to fight these things?'
It was then that Harry spotted something in the corner of his eye. Leaning on the inside of the vans rear window was a beautifully crafted bow.
'That's it.' Harry thought to himself remembering how Chiron had taken out the snakes earlier.
Opening the van's rear door and grabbing the bow, a longbow if Harry was right. Harry couldn't help but marvel at how natural it felt in his hand.
'Now if only there are only some arrows somewhere in here.' Harry thought moving the nearest box aside. Harry sighed in relief as he found a quiver full of arrows just behind the box and grabbed it.
As Harry grabbed onto the bow, hoping that he would actually hit a monster since, a strange feeling overwhelmed him. It felt as if he was being wrapped in a hug by some invisible hands, giving him comfort and confidence. Then, purely on instinct, Harry spun around, set up his bow, and aimed before letting the arrow towards a snake attacking Argus. The arrow's aim was true, piercing the eye of the snake before going through the skull of the snake. The snake's wailed in pain as its insides began to turn into golden dust, shocking the other monsters and Argus. But Harry didn't really notice this as he quickly grabbed more arrows out of the quiver and sent them flying and taking out three other snakes, two battling Argus and one battling Chiron.
The rest of the monstrous snakes, now numbering around three, had been so shocked by Harry's arrows that they turned away from Argus and Chiron. Seizing the chance, Argus grabbed the tail of one of the remaining serpents and used all his strength to pull it down far enough that he could bash it in the head with his club. Meanwhile, Chiron decapitated one of his snakes before jabbing the other with a sword.
Seeing the monsters turn into the golden dust Harry let out a sigh of relief before his knees, the energy from earlier now draining away.
"Bloody Hell," Harry groaned as he moved himself to sit on the ground.
"That was a very impressive display of archery Mr. Potter." Chiron said as he galloped over to where Harry was leaning against the van. "Tell me, has anyone taught you before?"
"I don't think so." Harry answered the centaur, noticing the sheen of sweat and panting of the older man. "It just felt so natural though, as if I was born to shoot."
"Hm, interesting," Chiron hummed in thought. "Perhaps you are a son of Apollo." Even as the centaur said that it was clear to Harry that Chiron didn't really believe it.
However, before Harry could think about it, his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Argus dragging the remains of the monsters into three piles.
"Um, Chiron?" Harry asked dragging the centaur out of his thoughts. "What are we supposed to do with those?"
"Oh," Chiron said snapping out of his thoughts. "Well, normally the remains of a monster that hasn't turned to dust are kept as 'spoils of war'. But, as we don't have enough room in the van to bring them perhaps you should offer them to your godly parent."
"B-but I don't know who my parent is." Harry stuttered, his eyes beginning to droop shut.
"No, but they will still receive them." Chiron answered. "It might even prove beneficial to you later."
"How do I do it?" Harry said with a sigh as he forced himself to get back up, his muscles screaming.
"Just put your hand on your pile and say 'I Harry Potter, offer these gifts to my godly parent, whoever they may be, in hopes that you answer my prayer and reveal your identity.'" Chiron said as Argus led Harry to his pile.
Honestly, Harry didn't know how he felt about giving his unknown parent such gifts. Not only were they the strangest gifts he had ever seen, that he knew about, but there was more to it. Why should Harry give his 'Spoils of War' to a parent who he didn't know and had probably abandoned him? On the other hand he needed answers to everything and if giving up an offering allowed him to find out who had them, as he was positive his godly parent was behind this, then so be it.
"I Harry Potter, offer these gifts to my godly parent, whoever they may be, in hopes that you answer my prayer and reveal your identity" Harry recited as he put his hand on the second smallest pile that Argus had pointed to him. Suddenly, Harry could feel the wind blowing on his face, bringing delightful, comforting, scents to his nose. The scents seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to Harry and when the wind died, the spoils gone, he couldn't help but sigh at the loss.
*According to Greek mythology both Satyrs and Centaurs were known for doing such. However, Rick Riordan probably down played their behaviors since his books are meant for young adults.
Taken by a typed version of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
The Ophies Pteretoi -They were first recorded in the Herodotus Histories and can be found on the website I will post a link to on profile
So, sorry this took so long I was honestly struggling with the battle scene for this story, I still don't like it, and I've also been busy with a stubborn muse who wanted Naruto as well as various college work I had to do. This is why I never do schedule updates as I never will get them up on schedule.
Anyways I also want to inform you that every couple chapters I plan to add an Omake which will act as a preview of sorts for future fanfic and rewrites. Each Omake will have parts from the first two or three chapters but I cannot tell you when they will be done as it will only go as far as my muse will allows. However doing it now would only delay this posting so I will wait until next chapter.
BTW I know you lot don't want Ron and Hermione being Demigods but what about Cedric Diggory or another wizard? The reason I ask is because I plan to form a three man group for Harry just as Grover and Annabeth are with Percy and I have decided on one member but I haven't decided on the last (though I am leaning towards a certain cabin)