When he came to, the first thing he registered was a straw, millimetres from his lips. He blinked and looked at the smiling face of Madam Pomfrey before taking a drink of nectar. The matron was quite delighted to see him awake. She said, "Oh wonderful! You're up! I daresay, you've recovered far quicker than I thought. Though I suppose your demigod physiology must have lent a hand. You have been out of action for a week now. The official word is that Professor Quirrell was possessed by a dark spirit and abducted the four of you. The other three are alright, but you're still recovering."

He nodded, "When do you think I'll be up and about?"

She pursed her lips, "I'd give it until tomorrow to be on the safe side. You will be glad to know that you will recover in time for your Quidditch game against Ravenclaw. Had you been a regular wizard, you would have been out longer and forced to miss the game."

Harry snorted, "Oliver's going to be thrilled."

She waggled a finger at him, "Indeed, but no straining yourself, young man! Your father was in here, far too many times for my liking."

He fired back, "Let's try and keep out any Greek monsters. Turns out, we didn't face Quirrell's troll. A damn Cyclops snuck in and managed to kill it. Meaning that I had to kill the Cyclops. Fortunately, I don't think Quirrell knew about it, and I'd prefer to keep it that way."

Then she looked up, "Ahh! I think we have some company. I'll leave you to it for now."

Sure enough, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Katie were gathered around his bed. Katie reached over and hugged him, then she frowned and gave him a light bonk on the head. She scowled and wagged a finger at him, "That! Was for not keeping me in the loop with your little hare-brained scheme, you prat! I promised your mother that I would protect you!"

She hugged him again, "I'm glad you're safe and sound. These three told me the full story, and Dumbledore revealed that Quirrell was possessed. Next time you get any more funny ideas, at least let me know or let me tag along. Just so that I can make sure that you lot are not in over your heads! Or at least I could have covered for you!"

He had the decency to look sheepish, "Sorry Katie… Next time something big happens, we'll keep you in the loop."

She sighed and tightened the hug, "I'm just glad that you're okay."

Neville piped up next, "Hey Harry, I have a lot of questions actually, regarding your parentage. I know Hermione told me, but I'm still trying to wrap my head around it."

Harry explained, "From what my godly mother told me, she was accidentally summoned in a ritual that my parents performed. Prior to that, my mortal mother was cursed to be barren. Sirius looked for an ancient fertility ritual, but accidentally gave them a summoning ritual. Lady Artemis transferred some of her essence into my mortal mum's body. So if we're being technical, I have three parents. It was also a loophole in her oath to never fall in love and have children. Trust me, the consequences of breaking a Godly oath is very dire."

Just then, there was a gentle cough behind them. They all turned to see Professor Dumbledore, who was cycling through various emotions. He asked Harry, "Mr Potter, may I have a word, please?"

Hermione got up and asked him politely, "Hello, professor. Would you like some privacy."

He waved her off, "There's no need, Ms Granger. I won't be long. Now Harry, I wanted to ask you, what do you know of your mortal family?"

Harry shrugged, "Not much, professor. Sirius has just regaled stories of all his, uncle Remus and dad's pranks together."

He gave a single nod, "I see… Does the name Petunia Evans Dursley mean anything to you?"

Harry thought for a bit before shaking his head, "No sir."

He sighed, "Petunia was your mortal mother's sister. She was one of your last remaining relatives, aside from Sirius. In a way, I am glad that your divine mother claimed you. As the Muggle saying goes, you dodged a massive bullet, because of that. Additionally, I would have made one of the biggest mistakes of my life and lived to regret it. As you know, the school term is ending, and enrolment letters are already going out."

He reached into his robes and pulled out a letter. Harry took it and read, "Mackenzie Dursley, Number 4, Privet Drive, The Cupboard Under the Stairs?"

Dumbledore sighed again, "I couldn't believe it myself when I first read it. So I had to investigate it personally and there were some horrifying discoveries. Young Ms Dursley was being abused by her parents and older brother, simply because she had magic."

Hermione looked appalled, Ron and Neville were shocked. Meanwhile, Harry growled and looked ready to storm out of his bed, if Katie had not restrained him, though she looked murderous as well.

Dumbledore raised his hands placatingly, "Not to worry, I have rescued her and she is safely in Diagon Alley. I was hoping that you and the Hunters would take Ms Dursley under your protection. Petunia and her family want nothing to do with the poor child. It also had me thinking that it could have been you in her stead. I got a message from Chiron the centaur. Someone will be picking you and Ms Bell up at Kings Cross Station. Ms Dursley will also be with them"

Harry didn't even hesitate, "Of course we'll take her in. She's family after all. Also, we may be adding three more members to the jackalope community in the future. Lady Artemis may tolerate males due to my influence, but she shows no mercy to abusive ones. She is especially vengeful if females are either abusive or are abetting it. I'll probably send a message to Zoe to stake out Number 4 and gauge how they are treating her."

Dumbledore nodded and walked away. Hermione shivered and Katie hugged Harry tighter. The older girl declared, "If they ever dared harm a single hair on your head, I would hex them to oblivion."

Harry quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Neville. I have a bit of a confession. Michael Yew is a demigod, the son of Apollo. I wrote to one of his older brothers, Lee Fletcher and told him about your folks. I honestly didn't expect their dad to tag along."

It clicked for Neville, "Y-You mean that an actual god healed my parents?"

Harry nodded once, before he found himself buried deep in his hospital bed with Neville's arms around him. The boy was babbling, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I owe you so much, mate."

The demigod simply pat his back, "It was my pleasure, mate. I felt bad and wanted to help."

A day later, Harry was finally up and about, and returned to Gryffindor tower. As they walked back to the tower, Hermione suddenly spun around and fixed him with an expectant look while walking backwards. Harry looked at her, utterly confused, "You wanted to say something, Hermione?"

"When were you going to tell us that you could play the flute? Don't think that I haven't forgotten that you lulled the Cerberus to sleep with a rendition of Hallelujah."

This was news to Katie, "He did?"

Harry rubbed the back of his head, "I'm an alright player, though I prefer an acoustic guitar. The children of Apollo are loads better, and we often play songs around the campfire."

Things returned to normal for the most part, except that Oliver Wood really put him through the ringer. His justification was that he missed several crucial days of training, so he had to cram in several days' worth of training to catch him up.

This time, Harry's demigod strength and stamina was really put to the test. On the bright side, Katie and the other two Chasers did their best to reign Oliver in. It got to a point where Katie actually slapped Oliver and yelled at him, saying that Harry was no good in the game if he collapsed from exhaustion.

Finally, the day of the Ravenclaw match arrived and it was raining as usual. As everyone lined up, ready to play, Oliver marched up and down like a drill sergeant, "Alright everyone. This is it. We are finally here in the final. If we win this, the Cup is back in Gryffindor hands for the first time in a long time."

He pointed to the Chasers, "'Lina, Ally, Katie, I've gotten word from McNully that his fellow Firstie, Skye Parkins has been teaching the Claws' her dad's moves. I want the three of you to watch out for the Parkins' Pincer. From what I know of it, two Chasers get on either side of an opposing Chaser while the third one rams into them. If one of you happens to be trapped in it, and you can't muscle your way out, I want the other two to be on standby in case the Quaffle is dropped. Thistlethwaite, I have a strong feeling that the Pincer could injure one of the girls. So you'll be a reserve Chaser."

He turned to the twins, "Fred, George… disrupt their plays as much as you can. Also try and keep the Bludgers off our Chasers' backs or fronts. Harry, we may need you to run interference from time to time. They've got a new Seeker in the form of Cho Chang. Bell, she's in your year, right? What do you make of her?"

Katie tapped her chin thoughtfully, "She's a nice girl. But you remember in the Hufflepuff match, right? She started flirting with Diggory and distracted him long enough to snatch the Snitch."

Oliver gave a firm nod, "Right… So long story short, don't fall for her flirting, Potter."

Harry mumbled, "I've been raised in an all-female household, I think I'll be fine."

Katie had to suppress a snort, but Oliver shrugged, "Your funeral."

The team discussed tactics a little more, before mounting their brooms and flying into the stadium. Right off the bat, the Lions knew that the Claws were going to be crafty opponents, and the rain was not helping at all. As the stereotypically smart house, Ravenclaw were well-versed with tactics, and judiciously used them to their advantage. During the game, Cho had tried to flirt with Harry a few times, but he was unfazed.

After half an hour, the score was 70-70, with neither side giving an inch. Katie fell victim to the Parkin's Pincer twice, with Angelina and Alicia being caught in it once. Three of those attempts led to a Ravenclaw scoring. However, Katie was quick enough to prevent it from being four out of four, and scored one of her own.

When Gryffindor led 90-80, Ravenclaw pulled out the big wands. Cho had been tailing Harry during the entire game, but suddenly abandoned him and zoomed over to fly shoulder-to-shoulder with one of the Ravenclaw Chasers, who was holding the Quaffle. The other chasers and the beaters also crowded around them and began streaking towards the Gryffindor goalposts.

Oliver recognised the move and yelled, "Powerplay!", prompting everyone to charge at the cluster. Fred and George smashed a Bludger each in their direction, before following the Bludgers. Angelina used her muscular build to her advantage and barrelled through the group. A few Ravenclaws fell, but the main Chaser was unscathed. Alicia and Katie unseated the rest before Harry suddenly flew in and body-checked the Chaser with the Quaffle. Alicia scooped up the loose ball and took off towards the Ravenclaw goalposts at breakneck speed. Since the Keeper had also been part of the attack, it left the goal posts vulnerable.

Just then, Harry suddenly darted away, evidently spotting something. Cho came to her senses and rocketed after him. The two were neck and neck, but Harry was able to outmuscle the Second-Year Ravenclaw and swiped the Snitch. Madam Hooch's whistle blew and commentator Lee Jordan went nuts. He hollered, "He's done it! Potter's done it! Gryffindor have won! Final score is 250-80!"

The entire Gryffindor stand erupted into massive cheers as Harry proudly brandished the captured Snitch. Being the closest, Cho stuck out a hand for him to shake, "Great game, Potter! It was close! Though I'm curious, how come you weren't affected by my distractions?"

He grinned back cheekily, "Perks of living in a predominantly female household. My foster family have a lot of girls and they used to enjoy teasing me. You're going to have to do a lot better than that, Cho."

She smirked, "Challenge accepted."

Cho flew off, just as Harry teammates swarmed him, led by a sobbing Oliver. Up in the stands, Dean chanted at the top of his voice, "IT'S COMING HOME! IT'S COMING HOME! IT'S COMING! QUIDDITCH IS COMING HOME!".

Slowly, the other Gryffindors picked it up and the chant grew louder. After a loud and boisterous party in the Common Room, everyone was too tired to trudge to their beds and spent the night sprawled out in the Common Room. When they woke up, there were a bunch of awkward situations, with Ron's face somehow buried into Lavender's chest. The two spent the rest of the day avoiding looking at each other.

Harry himself ended up as an unintentional teddy bear for Alicia. When he woke up, he desperately tried to pry himself off, but she lived up to her nickname, 'Limpet'. When the girl finally woke up, she was unrepentant, but Katie and Angelina found it hilarious.

Finally, the End of Term feast kicked off in spectacular fashion. Harry made his way to the Great Hall, admiring the red and gold décor as he did so. Gryffindor had finally won the House Cup, snapping Slytherin's 6-year stranglehold.

At the head of the Great Hall, Dumbledore stood up and held out his arms in a grand gesture. He spoke, "Another year gone, and I'm afraid I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into this delicious feast. What a year it has been! I hope your heads are nice and full, compared to the start of the year. With the holidays approaching, you have plenty of time to empty them once again, before the new term begins. Now… to business… the House Cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus. In fourth place, with 3520 points, it is Hufflepuff! In Third place, with 3630 points, its Ravenclaw! Second place is Slytherin, with 3870 points. Finally, in first place is Gryffindor with 4000 points! Congratulations to Gryffindor for a wonderful job of winning the House Cup. It is also my pleasure to announce that Gryffindor have also won the Quidditch Cup for the first time in nearly seven years."

The red table exploded into raucous cheers and repeated goblet-banging on the table. A day later, the exam results came in, and Harry was thrilled to learn that he had passed in all of them. He even barely beat Hermione to the top rank in Defence, by one mark. The girl had topped in all other subjects, and he was a little worried that she would resent him for ruining her perfect record. When he aired that concern though, she huffed and smacked him on the head.

Hermione scolded, "Harry! I'm not that shallow! Sure, I'm disappointed that I didn't top in DADA, but it just means that I have to work harder. In fact, I welcome the competition!"

Soon, everyone was packed and boarding the Hogwarts Express to go back home. Katie had stuck with Harry, since they were travelling together. By then, they had changed to casual wear, with Katie sporting the typical Hunter gear. Eventually, the train reached the station and students were sent out in small groups.

Before they split up, Ron made Hermione, Neville and Harry promise to write letters. He also invited them to stay with him during the summer. As Harry and Katie stepped onto a dripping wet Kings Cross Station, he spotted a familiar figure. He hollered, "Coach Hedge! What are you doing here? I thought Grover was coming to pick us up."

The man in question was in his 40s, was a bit short and had a goatee. He was also sporting fake feet and one hand hefted a cricket bat. Hedge grinned, "Hey cupcake! Underwood's been side-tracked a little. So the Council sent me instead."

Hedge left to bring a rental car and Harry noticed another figure standing there. The newcomer was a little girl with curly dirty blonde hair, who was just a year younger than him. He turned and gave her a gentle smile, "Hi, you must be Mackenzie Dursley. I'm Harry Potter, and I'm your cousin."

The girl was quite shy, but he noticed that her stance was guarded. He knelt slightly, "Hey sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you. Professor Dumbledore told me about what your mean family have been doing to you. Don't worry, you'll never have to go there ever again, not on my watch."

Suddenly, she hugged him and refused to let go. He gently rubbed her back and to his surprise, was able to lift her up. She was a year younger than him, but she weighed almost nothing. Then he had a good look at her and noted that she was unnaturally thin. He thought, 'Were those people starving her? Just because she had magic?'

As Hedge brought the car, Harry gently ushered the girl onto the front seat with Coach Hedge. Meanwhile, he got in the back with Katie. He turned to his older companion and quietly revealed his observations. He slowly murmured, "Let's wait until we're with the Hunters. We'll see if we can get revenge on her behalf."

Katie had a dark look on her face, "Agreed. Nobody should have to go through this much abuse."

From the shotgun seat, Mackenzie innocently asked, "Where are we going?"

Harry replied, "We're going to my home in America. By the way, this is Katie, she's a good friend of mine, and she's going to be staying for a while. Afterwards, we're off to a summer camp. Kids like us generally go there for a few months or year round. Don't worry, it'll be fun and you'll have lots of friends!"

Her brown eyes lit up, "Really? I can finally have friends without Dudley bullying them away from me?"

"That's right, sweetie!"

Katie whispered to him, "You going to tell her about your status?"

He whispered back, "That can wait, let's not overwhelm the poor thing. I'll tell her after we reach Camp Half-Blood."

After a bit of silence, Mackenzie fell asleep while Hedge drove. Katie looked out of the window at the pouring rain and mused, "Do you think our flight will be able to take off in this weather?"

Hedge grunted, "The big guy is still mad about his lightning bolt. Still accusing his brother, especially since rumours have emerged that his brother had a kid. Grover's just gone to verify those rumours. I think we should be relatively alright."

Then, he groaned, "I can't wait until I get these stupid things off! My hooves are killing me."

Katie was puzzled, "Wait… Hooves?"

Hedge grunted, "Right… I forgot you're new to this. I'm a satyr, we're usually assigned to protect demigods and guide them to camp. Potter didn't really need one, since he had the Hunters with him. I have these fake feet to hide my hooves, otherwise I'd be having awkward conversations with the mortals."

Following a lengthy flight, the four of them finally touched down in New York. Admittedly, it was a harrowing experience, as there was lightning and thunder all through the trip. When they left the airport, Hedge decided to part ways because he had some other duties. While walking around in the pouring rain, looking for a car, Harry heard a voice call out to him.

He and the others turned and saw another satyr hobbling up to them. He recognised the satyr as his friend, Grover Underwood. Grover exclaimed, "Man! Am I glad to see you guys. Listen, There's not much time, we've got to go. J-just follow me, we have to pick up a couple of people."

Soon enough, the group stopped at an apartment and two people came out. One was an older woman with long brown hair with grey streaks. The other was a boy, around the same age as Harry. He had jet black hair and sea green eyes. The woman looked relieved when she spotted Grover.

He bleated, "Sally! There you are! Come on! There's no time. We have to go now."

The satyr turned to Harry and his group, "This is Sally Jackson and her son Percy. They're also heading the same way as us."

Sally though for a second, "Well… the Camaro's no longer an option."

In half an hour, she rented a minivan and everyone piled in and she stomped on the gas. There was awkward silence until Percy broke it, "Hey, I'm Percy Jackson."

"Katie Bell"

"Harry Potter"

"Mackenzie Dursley!"

Sally called out from the driver's seat, "This is a little redundant, but I'm Sally Jackson."

Percy addressed Grover, "How do you and my mom know each other? As far as I'm aware, I never introduced you two."

Grover was nervous, "Well… we don't know each other personally, but she knew I was watching over you?"

"Watching over me? W-what are you?"

Harry cut into the conversation, "He's a satyr, half man and half goat."

Percy was incredulous, "B-but how!? I thought satyrs were myths?"

Harry snorted, "Considering that there's one in front of you, not so much of a myth anymore."

Grover gulped, "Listen, it was best that you were kept ignorant of this world as long as possible. That way, you attract less monsters."

Suddenly, there was a bellowing sound coming from a couple of miles behind them. Mackenzie clutched Harry in fear, "What was that?"

Harry grimaced, "Nothing good. That's for sure."

He took off his rings and handed them to Katie. The boy muttered, "Get ready for anything."

Meanwhile, Percy and Grover were arguing and Mackenzie huddled closer to Harry. Suddenly, the minivan swerved and everyone got a glimpse of a blurry figure. Sally grit her teeth, "Come on! Come on! Come on! We're almost there. Just one more mile."

Then, there was a deafening booming sound and the van found itself in a ditch. The first thing that Harry did was check on Mackenzie for any injuries, and she had none. Then, he promptly opened the doors and crawled out, with the others following.

Harry observed the damage and noted that the car was a smoking ruin. Evidently, lightning had struck and blasted them off the road. The only casualty was Grover, who was unconscious and bleeding. Percy was dragging the satyr away from the wreck when lightning flashed again. A couple of hundred meters away was a bipedal figure lumbering towards the group. Harry immediately turned to Katie, "Listen, I need you to do me a favour. You see that big tree over there? Take Mackenzie and run over there as fast as you can and then come back here, with reinforcements, hopefully."

The witch nodded firmly before taking the younger girl's hand. Mackenzie was surprisingly cooperative, but Katie wasn't complaining. Together, they sprinted to the property line. The two encountered some kind of ward which put up some minor resistance, but let them through. She knelt in front of the terrified child, "Listen sweetie, I need to go back and help your cousin. Wait for us here and don't come out of the boundary line. We promise we will explain everything."

Katie sprinted back, turning the rings into a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Back with Harry, he and Percy were dragging Grover, with Sally limping behind them. Mother and son were arguing, with Sally begging him to enter the camp borders. However, he stubbornly insisted that he wasn't going without her. All the while, the monster closed in on them, and Harry got a good look at it for the first time.

Harry spoke to Percy in a low voice, "We'd better hurry, mate. The Minotaur's sight and hearing is rubbish. However, that noggin of his will smell us out soon enough."

Percy gave him a weird look, "Dude, you talk funny."

Harry rolled his eyes, "I'm a Brit, we can argue about the English language when we're either behind the camp wards or after that bugger is dead."

Then, Harry made a decision, "You think you can handle him? I'll try and make sure Grover and your Mum are safe. Have you seen the Spanish bull fights on TV? Want to play Matador with him? Here, take this."

He unsheathed one of his Hunting knives and handed it to Percy. Harry said, "This will kill the creature. Try not to get yourself killed."

Sally spoke up, "Percy, when he charges, wait until the last second to jump away. He can't change directions when he is charging."

They split up, with Percy running off on his own with Harry's knife. Harry, Sally and Grover went the other direction, straight up the hill. The Minotaur charged at Percy, evidently perceiving him as the bigger threat. Percy waited until the last moment and dodged easily. Then, things went pear-shaped when the monster turned towards Harry and company and charged. Harry did his best to protect Sally and Grover, charging towards the Minotaur. He managed to stab it in the gut, but it bowled him over and sent him flying back into the other two.

Sally recovered quickly just as the monster charged again. She tried to take her own advice, but the creature had learned its lesson. A meaty fist grabbed her and began choking the woman. Harry was the next to recover and pounced on the Minotaur's back, stabbing it. The creature roared in pain, but did not let go of the woman.

Suddenly, before everyone's stunned eyes, Sally dissolved into a bright golden light and faded away. Percy screamed in rage and went on the offensive. He shucked off his rain coat, which was ironically red in color. He backed himself to a tall pine tree and waved the jacket like a matador. The Minotaur charged, with Harry still clinging on its neck. It slowed a couple of times, as two arrows embedded themselves on its back. Katie had evidently joined the party after getting Grover to safety.

Nevertheless, it continued bearing down on Percy, with both arms outstretched. Then, the boy leaped upwards, kicked off from its head, and joined Harry on the monster's neck. Percy latched onto a horn and pulled. Harry did the same as he yanked on his knife. Finally, both of them leaped off its back, as an audible crack sounded. Harry finally freed his knife, while Percy liberated a horn from the bellowing monster. It charged once again, and as if on instinct, Percy dodge-rolled and drove the horn into its gut.

With a roar of agony, it disintegrated into dust and was blown away. The two panted for a bit, before Harry got up and offered Percy a hand. He said, "Come on, mate. Let's get out of here before anything else shows up."

Percy grabbed the hand, but then swayed unsteadily on his feet. Katie rushed up and the two Hogwarts students carried the weakened boy through the camp borders. As they entered, Harry hollered, "Medic!", and a camper wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt rushed over and relieved Harry and Katie off their burden.