Thanks for the reviews! Ok so some people were confused by the last chapter. Yes they are still demigods, but they decided that they didn't need to tell them the truth yet.

Percy Pov

Harry joined us up in the room soon after we got up there. So there was really no time to talk amongst ourselves. I could tell everyone was shaken up by my story. I didn't mean to invoke this much emotion out of everyone but I had no choice. I felt weird lying to the people who so graciously took me in. I felt that I could trust them but they didn't need the weight of our world put on their shoulders, not now at least.

I lay awake for hours, unable to get to sleep. My thoughts kept reflecting on the lie I had told, and how it now affected every move I made in this time. After a few more minutes of lying there I couldn't take it no more. I got out of bed and walked out the door. Shutting it quietly behind me. I slowly walked down the stairs to the front door. Luckily everyone was in bed and I got out the door without getting caught.

I ran toward the hill, where the lake lay on the other side. The cool night air felt refreshing, as the wind ripped through my hair. I finally made it to the lake and dove right in. The water instantly refreshed me, almost like I had gotten a full night's sleep. I swam for a while till I felt a strong presence outside the lake. I looked and a tall sandy haired man was standing, waiting for me to join him outside the lake.

I climbed out, using my water powers to dry myself off instantly. The sandy haired man was wearing a jogging suit, I couldn't help but smile. This reminded me too much of our meeting back when I was twelve.

"Lord Hermes," I said with a bow.

"Mr. Jackson," he replied with a smile of his own. "So how did you like that story I fabricated for you?"

"Well, it was definitely interesting. So you sent that letter?" I asked him.

"Ah yes I did. It definitely rocked their trust in you guys for a little while. They thought you were going to murder their family, but since they trusted you, they gave you the chance to explain yourself." He said sitting down by the lake.

I joined him on the ground, "Well I do have to say thank you. Without your story I would have had to answer those questions without an adequate lie to tell them."

"Well Mr. Jackson, it's the least we can do for you, after all you've done for us." He said solemnly.

I stared at him for a second, "What do you mean all I've done for you? You know what I've done?"

He chuckled, "Percy, we usually know what's going to happen. Of course I know what's going to happen to my boy Luke, and how you play a part in it." I was about to say something but he cut me off. "We know that you're a hero Percy, but your younger self is still a secret and we have to play dumb talking to him, just like we did to you."

I was at a loss for words, "So you guys knew what I would go through?"

Hermes shook his head, "We knew the possible outcomes, we always knew that the child of the prophecy would have a hard life. However the life you've lived, we could never have predicted that."

I looked down, "It's alright, my life has made me stronger, and I wouldn't change it for the world. I mean, I've met the most wonderful girl in the world, and some of the best friends anyone could ask for. Without all this hardship, other people's lives would be harder and I wouldn't wish this life on any other. So I will gladly stand up and take this life, so others may have a better life."

Hermes stared at me for a second, he looked almost shocked, "Percy, I do believe I tell you this somewhere in the future but, you may teach us gods a thing or two."

I chuckled, "Yep, I heard that after one of the hardest choices of my life."

"Well Percy, I will look forward to talking to you again back in your time, but I must go now. Someone from the house is coming." I looked over my shoulder and saw a dark silhouette of a person walking down the hill. "I also must wish you good luck with your year at Hogwarts, it's going to be fun." He said with a forced smile. I didn't have too much time to ponder what he meant by "fun" because the person walking down the hill joined me at the water.

"What's up bro," Jason said as he sat down next to me. "Who was that you were talking to?"

"That would have been Lord Hermes, the mastermind behind that story we fed everyone back in the house."

"So that's who was talking in my head when you said something about me being tortured." Jason said with a chuckle. "What did that letter say anyway?"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper that had started this whole thing. I handed it to Jason who read through it and frowned.

"Boy where are you? We searched your parents' house and found only their bodies. We know you're alive. Voldemort feels you three can now join his ranks. He wanted your weak groveling parents out of the way, so yes he sent the death eaters there that night. He needs you guys now more than ever. Lord Voldemort instructed your parents to prepare you for the life of a deatheater, so if you're angry about your ruff upbringing then you better learn some manners real quick, boy. Voldemort isn't very forgiving. Your Uncle Dale" Jason read out loud, and then began to laugh to himself.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"This is what Hermes came up with?" He rolled over onto his side laughing out loud.

I smiled too, "I guess this is the best he could come up with, and this would explain why we don't have parents and why we're all scarred up."

Jason finally managed to get control of himself, "I have to hand it to you Percy, you're acting for this was spot on. You almost had me believing this was real."

I laughed, "Well I had to make it believable. I spend too much time with Stolls."

Jason rolled his eyes, "You think?"

I laughed and thought about camp. I missed it, especially the smell of strawberries in the morning that was the best. I missed Grover too, he may not be at camp too much but he was still my best friend.

"Percy?" Jason asked, "You think we're going to make a difference in this war? I mean we know absolutely nothing about magic, we don't have wands, and we've lied to our only friends in this time."

"Jason, we're the seven most powerful demigods of the century, of course we can help. Even if we can't do magic, a fist to the face isn't going to feel too good." I said smiling.

"Yeah, they're going to firing spells at us and we're going to be punching them in the face." He said laughing.

"Well we can always use our swords," I said pulling out Riptide. "Hecate said she blessed them so they must have some godly blood in them right?"

"I don't know bro; she said they were blessed a long time ago. So who knows how much godly blood is in them."

I sighed and laid back in the grass, "Well all I know is, if it comes to fighting, I'm pulling out Riptide, not some silly little magic stick."

"Well I'll just hide behind Harry, he seems to know what to do." He said smiling, pulling out his coin Ivlivs II. He got it as his wish from the gods after the Giant War.

I stared at him like he was crazy, "The great Jason Grace, scared of people with sticks, hiding behind another person? I never thought I'd see the day, what would Reyna think? Heck what would Camp Jupiter think of their Praetor hiding from a fight?"

"Well it's a good thing they have like three praetors now right?" He said jokingly. The wind started blowing and it was a beautiful night out. I closed my eyes enjoying the peace for once. I sensed something was wrong and rolled to my left away from Jason. He had his sword impaled in the ground where I had been laying a moment before.

I smiled while uncapping Riptide, "You wanna play Grace?" He returned the smile and struck at me again. I blocked it easily and returned a blow. We went back and forth like this for a few minutes.

Then I heard a voice in my head tell me there was someone unwanted approaching us. "Hey Grace stop!" I whispered at him as I capped Riptide. He saw me cap mine so he flipped his turning it back into a coin.

A second later a figure emerged atop the hill. Jason and I went back to sitting at the lake. A minute later I could hear the crunch of the grass under the footsteps as the person stood behind us.

"You mind if I join you?" The person asked.

I looked at Jason and he shrugged, "No problem," I said looking up at Harry. He came and joined us on the ground.

We sat there in an awkward silence for a few minutes. I couldn't help but think back to how my story now tied directly into Harrys past. I wished we could change that part but it's too late now.

"I'm sorry about your parents Harry," I said to break the silence.

He looked at me bleakly, "Yeah, I'm sorry about yours too."

Again silence ensued, I felt really uncomfortable. I didn't know what to say to him, I mean his parents were dead and mine were fake people.

"Hey Percy, I'm going back up to the house I need some sleep." Jason said to me. "Goodnight Harry, and I am sorry about what happened."

I listened as Jason slowly walked away leaving me with the boy who lived. I twiddled my thumbs searching for something to say. Nothing came to me, I really wished he would say something to break the ice.

"So the rest of your friends didn't know about you two being tortured?" Harry finally asked me.

I shook my head, "No I never had the guts to tell them. It might've scared them away."

Harry looked at me bewildered, "The way you and Annabeth seem to be around each other I don't think anything can separate you two."

I looked out over the water and chuckled, "Yeah you're right, I don't think I could ever drive Annabeth away." I wished she was out here with me.

"How about you Harry, you got anyone special?" I asked him.

He snorted, "Yeah, there's this one girl, but I think she has a boyfriend right now."

I patted him on the back, "C'mon you can tell me who it is, chances are I don't know her anyway."

Harry sighed next to me, "Fine I like… Ginny."

I wasn't too shocked, I had noticed Harry always give me dirty looks whenever Ginny came and hugged me or Jason. It brought a smile to my face they seemed right for each other.

"Hey you're laughing at me," Harry said pushing me slightly.

"No I'm not, it just seems perfect that you two would be getting together."

"You know, when she was younger she could never stand to be in the same room as me."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, she would bolt out of the room as soon as I entered." Harry chuckled to himself. "But now? She doesn't seem to care if I'm around her and it's kind of frustrating…"

I patted him on the back again, "Hey man, if there's anything I know about girls? It's that you can't give up on them, just keep trying and eventually you'll get there."

He smiled gratefully at me. It was then that I realized Harry was a good friend and he wasn't judging me based on how I was raised but based on the person I was. Tell him, something whispered in the back of my mind. What? I thought back. Tell him the truth. I was certain Hecate was the one relaying this message and for some odd reason I felt now was the right time to tell Harry.

"Hey Harry, can I tell you something?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Yeah sure," Harry said uncertainly.

So I plunged into the world of demigods. I told him about the prophecy and our camp. I told him about how there was a Roman camp and how we hated eachother. Then I got into the second great prophecy and how it affected everyone. I told him about our recent defeat of Gaea and how we were all kind of bummed out after it. I ended by telling him that we had come here for a vacation to help them fight their war.

Harry backed away from me, "You're a demigod? So you're telling me a god is your father?"

I sighed, "Yes, my father is Poseidon." To prove my point I manipulated the water in the lake to fly into the sky.

He stared at me in shock and then he collapsed on the ground. I could tell he was wrestling with his knowledge and wondering if he was having a really bad dream.

"So that story you told us in the kitchen was a lie?"

I looked down sadly, "Yeah, we needed something for you guys to believe so that you could leave alone. It wasn't my idea it was one of the gods who came up with the story."

He sighed, "Well I can tell you it's kind of a relief that story isn't true, I mean that would be one hell of a child hood."

I smiled, "Yeah, that would be pretty screwed up."

Harry laughed and I could see the tension he had when he had walked out here was gone now. He was overjoyed to find out that my parents weren't death eaters and that our parents hadn't tortured us.

"Harry there's one thing I must ask of you though," I said looking at him with seriousness written on my face. "Don't mention anything I've told you to your friends or mine. Ok?"

He nodded at me, "I won't say anything."

I smiled, Harry was going to be a good ally. I felt kind of tired so I mentioned to Harry that we should probably head on up to bed. He agreed so we walked in silence back to the house and arrived in the bedroom.

I fell onto my bed and felt hope going through my body. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all.