Harry's P.O.V.

Harry saw an owl swoop down. Not again, he thought.

This envelope was purple. There was a moon sticker on it. He heard the Hecate children mutter. 'What? Artemis sent Harry Potter an owl?'

He hesitantly opened it. The parchment was clear lavender.

If you're thinking I'm Artemis, I'm not. I'm Jean Newman, and I'm a witch. Meet me at Twilight Forest. It's a secret forest I discovered when I was six. You can apparate there, so I don't need you to know what it looks like. But just in case, three snapshots of it are enclosed below, for extra sureness. We need to talk.

~Jean Newman

Harry closed his green eyes. He can't apparate here, he needed to go. He fumbled to look at the snapshots, and saw a forest that looked like heaven. The sky was purplish, and the trees were so green they almost matched his eyes. There was a lake at the second snapshot that matched Percy's eyes. The third snapshot was a beautiful cliff, the sun setting beautifully.

Before he knew it, Chiron was leading him to the Big House.

"Harry, Percy requested you to sleep at the Poseidon cabin. You can sleep at the Hades or Zeus cabin, but it will be lonely. I suggest moving in with Percy," said Chiron.

"Great, Percy needs a companion." said Harry. To him, it was cool that he and Percy get's a roommate. "How did Percy react when he said those words?"

Chiron smiled. "Rather nervously… and enthusiastically."

"See you around," said Harry.

He grabbed the pouch Hagrid gave him and a small rucksack in the Hermes cabin. People were asking him questions everywhere.

"Hi, was that letter from Artemis?" asked a determined Hermes girl.

"No, it was from Jean Newman," replied Harry.

"How can you be the son of the big three?" asked Travis.

"I don't know," said Harry.

"Are you dating this Jean girl?" asked Conner.

"No," answered Harry.

He went inside the Poseidon cabin and settled his things there. Percy wasn't back yet from sparring, so Harry scribbled a letter.

Dear Percy,

I settled my things, and I need to go somewhere. If you're thinking Artemis sent that letter, the answer is no. She was Jean Newman. I'll '"teleport" here after, an hour at most. I'll send you a message soon.

Harry

He put the letter in the desk and he set off. He apparated to the cliff, since it was five minutes till' the sun sets.

When the feeling of apparition was gone, Harry opened his eyes. The sight was beautiful. Roses, tulips, dandelions, chrysanthemums, all kinds of flowers were growing everywhere. Hedges were placed making a circle around the cliff. Someone was waiting at the edge. She had red hair decorated with flowers, and she smelled like roses, almost like Hermione's scent, only different. She had chestnut brown eyes that can go for Ginny's chocolate ones, and she wore a chiton made with white silk and a golden moon was holding the chiton up on her right shoulder. She was sitting on the fountain with clear blue water, and the sky was turning violent pink.

"Hello, I am Jean Newman," said the girl.

"Harry Potter here," he replied.

Jean then met his eyes. "You came here to talk, so let me begin. My friends kept on bugging me, so I have to do this. I don't care if you love me or not, I really don't. Can we go out?"

Harry stared at her. "Um, as friends?"

"As friends," she replied. "I barely know you!"

Harry grinned. "So be it."

Harry sat down next to her. Jean placed her head on his shoulder.

Artemis's P.O.V.

Artemis settled her head in the boy's shoulder. He was warm and comfortable and she fought the urge to hug him. Maybe she was falling for this boy.

"Let's talk." said Artemis. "I want to know what happened in your life before you became a wizard."

Artemis thought she saw Harry flinch.

"Why would you like to know that?" asked Harry.

"Because if I don't, my sisters will keep on pestering me forever," said Artemis.

"Jean, my life at Privet Drive is, okay I guess," told Harry. "I mean, you can still survive there if you were in my position-"

"What do you mean, 'survive if I was in your position'?"

Artemis saw Harry bite his bottom lip. "Because, my life there was neither good, nor bad-"

"I think you're lying," pointed out Artemis.

"Well, not really, I-I mean, I didn't a-appear to be dead, so it's not that bad. O-once you get used to it, I m-mean." stuttered Harry.

"Harry," said Artemis. Harry looked into her eyes. God, those were beautiful eyes. "How was your life at Privet Drive?"

Harry sighed. "It was horrible" confessed Harry. "I was a very smart kid, but then the Dursleys, my last relatives, forced me to get all the answers wrong. The teachers saw through this and made my report card 'what I deserved' they had told me. Then the Dursleys got mad and after that, beat me up and threw me in my cupboard."

"You live in a cupboard?" asked Artemis.

"For my first ten years. When I received the Hogwarts letter, my uncle would burn them and since they didn't want me to become a wizard, moved me up in the smallest bedroom. But the letters won't stop." said Harry.

"Ok, I get it. But what about when you were younger?" asked Artemis.

"Whenever I get a present from someone, Dudley get's it. I wear baggy clothes and they were the size of Dudley's, but due to the number of beatings I had, the clothes were torn. They would starve me, and basically, I was their slave, always doing the chores, always having to suffer," recalled Harry bitterly.

"I see," said Artemis. "Now, tell me about Hogwarts."

"The first time I saw the castle, it was beautiful. Lights were everywhere and floating candles were placed in the Great Hall." paused Harry. "What house were you in?"

"I was in Gryffindor," lied Artemis. Although she would have been if she attended the school.

"I don't think you want to hear about my sorting, then." said Harry.

"Why?" asked Artemis.

Harry took a deep breath. "Don't tell anyone this. The Sorting Hat wanted me to become sorted in Slytherin." said Harry. "Now, I understand it. It was because I was Voldemort's seventh-" began Harry.

But then, he flinched. "I am so sorry, but I barely know you, and I haven't even told this to my friends." Harry took a deep breath. "Because I was a Horcrux."

Artemis gasped. Hecate told her all about the magical stuff, and this was pure dark magic.

"Tell me about your life," said Harry.

"Well," said Artemis, or 'Jean'. "Look at the time, I gotta go!"

Harry's P.O.V.

Harry was getting suspicious. Whoever this Gryffindor girl was, he wasn't about to let her leave. He grabbed Jean's arm and made a face.

"Please," he said sincerely. She was the only one who knew his secret that wasn't dead. "Stay."

Jean seemed to be reading his eyes. Harry cursed his eyes so much. People always seemed to be able to go through his defenses and find out what he was feeling.

"Fine," said Jean in defeat. She sat with him next to the fountain near the cliff.

"I won't press on your life any longer," said Harry. He paused. "I promise."