As they fell, another figure vaulted over the side of the ship and somehow handed on their lifeboat. Annabeth breathed a sigh of relief, "Clarisse! Oh thank the Gods!"

Clarisse had little time to answer, before Percy yelled, "Flask!"

Tyson was the first one to react, as he opened a duffel bag and fished out Hermes' magical flask. Percy ordered, "Hang onto something!"

More arrows and javelins rained over them. Harry got his wand out and tapped his holster, transforming it into a shield. He hefted it, and everyone scrambled to get behind it. Not a moment too soon, as weapons pinged off of it. He then applied sticking charms to everyone's feet as Percy gave the flask cap a quarter turn.

In an instant, a white sheet of wind jetted out and propelled the lifeboat forward. All this happened just before it hit the water. Soon, the boat and its occupants were whizzing along like a jet ski. There was a wail of outrage erupting from the boat, but they were soon out of danger.

Annabeth yelled over the roaring wind and spray, "Clarisse! Did you manage to arrange a ride for us? I don't think a life boat will last very long"

She hollered back, "Yeah! Dad said that it's waiting somewhere nearby!"

An hour later, Harry yelled, "Land ahoy!"

Sure enough, a long stretch of beach, lined with high-rise hotels, beckoned on the horizon. The water was speckled with a variety of fishing boats and tankers. Annabeth exclaimed, "That's Virginia Beach! How did the Princess Andromeda travel so far so quickly! That's like-"

Percy blurted, "Five hundred nautical miles."

The three demigods gaped at him, while Tyson was in his own world. Clarisse demanded, "How did you know that, Prissy!"

However, Annabeth was thoughtful. She asked, "Percy, what's our position?"

He automatically answered, "Thirty six degrees, forty four minutes north. Seventy six degrees, two minutes west. Whoa wait… How did I know that?"

Harry grinned and joked, "Well what do you know… Congratulations Jackson, you're our human sat nav!"

Annabeth guessed, "Maybe it's because of your dad. When you're at sea, you have perfect bearings. That is so cool!"

After a minute, Tyson spoke up, "Boat is coming."

They looked, and sure enough, the coastguard vessel was heading towards them. Percy straightened up, "We can't let them catch us. Too many awkward questions."

Annabeth piped up, "I have an idea. Keep going into Chesapeake Bay. I know a good hideout."

Percy carefully unscrewed the flask a little more, and a fresh burst of speed widened the gap to the coastguard, who eventually gave up pursuit. However, as they entered the river area, Percy suddenly felt lethargic. He almost collapsed face-first, but Harry managed to catch him and took over steering duties. He asked, "You alright, mate? I'm guessing that the sudden change from salt water to fresh water is a bit jarring, eh?"

He mumbled back, "You have no idea, dude."

Annabeth assured, "Don't worry Percy, we're pretty close. There! Harry, take us past that sandbar."

Harry dutifully steered the boat and beached it at the foot of a cypress tree. The five of them disembarked and buried the lifeboat with branches. Soon, they were tramping through the mud. Tyson barely missed squashing a random snake. Harry heard it hiss, "Watch it! I'm slithering here!"

There were a few mosquitoes buzzing around them as they walked. Finally, Annabeth stopped in front of what looked like an ordinary patch of brambles. She reached over and moved a woven circle of branches, revealing a camouflaged shelter.

The walls were woven from plant material, like a Native American hut, but they looked pretty waterproof. Stacked in the corner was a bunch of campout supplies – sleeping bags, blankets, an ice chest and a kerosene lamp. There were demigod provisions, too – bronze javelin tips, a quiver full of arrows, an extra sword and a box of ambrosia.

Harry whistled, "Wow Beth! You made this? Bloody hell mate, you would have been a great Hunter."

Clarisse grunted, "Impressive, Wise Girl."

She flushed slightly, "Thalia, Luke and I made this."

Percy looked a little uneasy and hesitantly asked, "Think Luke would look for us in here?"

She shook her head, "We made dozens of these houses. I doubt Luke would remember them all, or even care to remember."

There was an uncomfortable silence, and Harry quietly asked Tyson to scout for some food. He lumbered off, leaving the four demigods in more deafening silence. Harry also nudged Clarisse, "Come on, let's see if there is anything else to salvage. We'll also look for your dad's ship."

She understood the message and they left the two to have a heart-to-heart. With Percy and Annabeth, he sat down opposite her and said, "I'm sorry about what happened with Luke."

The blonde girl shook her head, "Don't be… It was not your fault."

He suddenly had a thought, "I think he let us go too easily."

She nodded, "I agree. When we overheard him talk about a gamble, and talking about someone taking the bait … I think he was talking about us.'

His face grew serious, 'The Fleece is the bait? Or Grover?'

She studied the edge of her knife. "I don't know, Percy. Maybe he wants the Fleece for himself. Maybe he's hoping we'll do the hard work and then he can steal it from us. I just can't believe he would poison the tree."

Another thought struck him, "Was he right? Would Thalia support him in his crusade?"

Annabeth snapped, "He's wrong! Percy, you know who you remind me of most? Thalia. You two are so much alike, it's scary. I mean, either you two would have been best friends or you would have strangled each other."

He gave an uncomfortable laugh, "Yeah, let's go with best friends."

She gave a satisfied look, "I thought as much. Thalia got angry with her dad sometimes. So do you. Would you turn against Olympus because of that?'

He stared at a small spot on the floor, "No."

'Okay, then. Neither would she. Luke's wrong.'

He changed the subject, "So what did Luke mean about Cyclopes? He said you of all people –"

She had a pained look on her face, "I know what he said. He … he was talking about the real reason Thalia died. You can never trust a Cyclops, Percy. Six years ago, on the night Grover was leading us to Half-Blood Hill –"

Unfortunately, Tyson chose that exact moment to walk in, carrying a pastry box. He proudly announced, "Fifteen metres! Monster Doughnut shop just over the hill."

Sharing uneasy looks, they followed him to the hill. Taking cover behind a tree, they spotted a non-descript doughnut shop right in the middle of the woods.

Annabeth murmured, "This shouldn't be here. It feels wrong, somehow…"

He was puzzled, "What do you mean? It's just a doughnut shop. It's probably just a chain, like Dunkin Donuts or something."

She mused, "You're half right. It is a chain, but don't you think it's strange that one just happened to appear right in the middle of the woods? Maybe it's a nest. Haven't you ever wondered how franchise stores pop up so fast? One day there's nothing and then the next day – boom, there's a new burger place or a coffee shop or whatever? First a single store, then two, then four – exact replicas spreading across the country? Percy, some of the chains multiply so fast because all their locations are magically linked to the life force of a monster."

Suddenly, she froze and her voice dropped, "Percy… No sudden moves. Turn around… slowly."

Then he heard a scraping sound, like something being dragged through a leaf pile. Percy turned to spot a rhino-sized creature with seven necks topped with a hissing reptilian head. Its skin was leathery and it wore a plastic bib reading 'I'M A MONSTER DOUGHNUT KID!', one bib for each neck. Percy slowly took out his ball-point pen, but Annabeth signalled to him to not attack just yet. Most of the heads were sniffing the ground, but two of them were ravaging a familiar duffel bag. The thing had clearly been to their hideout and was on their trail. Suddenly, all seven diamond-shaped heads snapped up. Their shark-like teeth gnashed hungrily, and Annabeth yelled, "Scatter!"

The trio dived in different directions as an arc of poisonous acid barely missed them. Percy uncapped Riptide, gaining the Hydra's attention. One head lunged towards Percy, and he swung his sword instinctively.

Annabeth yelled, "NO!"

However, it was too late, as he sliced the head clean off. Just then, a second voice yelled, "INCENDIO!"

An arc of fire blasted from Percy's right and burned the flailing stump to a crisp. Annabeth joyfully exclaimed, "Harry! Just in time! Talk about a Deus Ex Machina! Also, could your sword do that?"

His grin morphed into a confused look, "Wait what?"

Harry glanced down at his right hand to see his sword, with the blade on fire. He shut off the spell and then facepalmed with his left hand. He moaned, "Oh bollocks! I completely forgot to turn it back into a wand."

That didn't faze Annabeth, "So your spells work even when it's in sword form? That is so cool! I'm so jealous! I wish I had magic."

The Hydra roared, reminding them that it was still there. Focusing on the current problem at hand, the four of them inched backwards while attacking the Hydra. Harry began leading them to the river. As they retreated, an odd chugging sound was heard and steadily grew louder. Annabeth shouted, "What's that noise!"

"Steam engine!" came Tyson's reply.

Then, they heard Clarisse yelling out orders, "There! Prepare the thirty-two-pounder! Ready? Fire!"

The three demigods and one baby Cyclops dove for cover. Not a moment too soon, as an earth-shattering boom reverberated. There was a flash of light, a column of smoke and the now six-headed Hydra exploded right in front of them.

Percy glanced behind to see a strange-looking ship. It rode low in the water like a submarine, its deck plated with iron. In the middle was a trapezoid-shaped casemate with slats on each side for cannons. A flag waved from the top – a wild boar and spear on a blood-red field. Lining the deck were zombies in grey uniforms – dead soldiers with shimmering faces that only partially covered their skulls, like the ghouls I'd seen in the Underworld guarding Hades's palace.

He recognised the ship as an ironclad. A Civil War battle cruiser. Along the prow in moss-covered letters, was the name CSS Birmingham. Up on the deck, standing next to a smoking cannon, wearing full Greek battle armour, was Clarisse.

She sneered. "Get in losers, I told you that I would get a ride. What the Tartarus happened to you three? Glad Potter found you when he did."

Harry hollered back, "Can't leave these two alone for too long, eh Clarisse? Otherwise they'd either get attacked or they'd snog each other silly. Now come on! I'm not sitting around, waiting to see which other monster shows up next.

Clarisse gave them a quick tour of the ship, which had dark rooms overcrowded with dead soldiers. Other rooms included the coal bunker, boilers, engine, pilot house and the powder magazine and gunnery deck. That last one was Clarisse's personal favourite room. The soldiers were fond of the Virginia-born Annabeth. There was some interest in Percy, owing to his last name, but they recoiled when he mentioned that he was from New York. Harry was treated with a bit more disdain because he was a Brit.

Clarisse explained, "Got this gift from my dad. Spirits on the losing side of every war owe a tribute to Ares. That's their curse for being defeated. Now get some rest, we're heading straight for the Sea of Monsters. Potter, there's a small laboratory below deck for you. You mentioned something about a Potions lab, so you can use it for that. However, if you blow up my ship, I swear to the gods that I will personally feed you to the next monster. Got it, punk?"

A couple of hours later, Harry heard alarm bells ringing loudly. He looked up from some notes that Sirius and Remus had given him and sighed. His potion was in its very last stages, but an alarm was an alarm. He cast a Stasis Charm on it and quickly packed up everything. Then he heard the ship captain's voice on the radio, "All hands on deck! Find Lady Clarisse! Where is that girl? We are approaching the entrance of the Sea of Monsters."

He soon joined Percy, Tyson and Annabeth on the deck, and Percy looked a little freaked out. Clarisse stomped over and snatched a pair of binoculars from a nearby undead officer. Her eyes gleams, "At last! Captain, full steam ahead!"

There wasn't much to see, as the sky was overcast. Percy muttered, "We're somewhere off the coast of Northern Florida."

The engine groaned as the ship picked up more speed. Tyson looked worried, "Too much strain on the pistons. Not meant for deep water."

Harry snapped to attention and related the information to Clarisse. She screwed up her face in thought. Annabeth spoke up, "He's a Cyclops. He knows mechanics!"

Finally she grunted, "Okay go!"

Tyson rushed off below the deck. After a few more minutes, the demigods spotted two dark splotches, which then came into focus. To the north, a huge mass of rock rose out of the sea – an island with cliffs at least thirty metres tall. About half a mile south of that, the other patch of darkness was a storm brewing. The sky and sea boiled together in a roaring mass.

"Hurricane?" Annabeth asked.

"No," Clarisse said. "Charybdis."

Annabeth gawked at her. "Are you crazy?"

"Only way into the Sea of Monsters. Straight between Charybdis and her sister Scylla. Can't sail around them, they'd only re-appear in my path. "

Annabeth interrupted, "What about the Clashing Rocks? Didn't Jason use them?"

Clarisse shook her head, "Can't blow up rocks with my cannons. Monsters, definitely."

Annabeth was incredulous, "You are crazy!"

Clarisse arrogantly said, "Watch and learn, Wise Girl. Captain! Set course for Charybdis!"

Percy interjected, "Isn't Scylla a better option?"

She sneered at him, "Scylla lives in a cave up on those cliffs. We get too close, then her snaky heads will pluck sailors off the ship. We can blow up Charybdis."

He argued back, "I'm telling you, choose Scylla, then we can all try and get below deck."

"No!" Clarisse insisted. "If Scylla doesn't get her easy meat, she might pick up the whole ship. Besides, she's too high to make a good target. My cannon can't shoot straight up."

Percy looked like he wanted to argue, but finally said, "Alright fine, this is your quest after all."

As the ship edged closer, they could hear a horrible wet roar. Every time Charybdis inhaled, the ship shuddered and lurched forward. Every time she exhaled, the ship rose in the water and got buffeted by three-metre waves.

Percy yelled, "It's no use! She takes about three minutes to suck up everything and her range is half a mile! Still want to take your chances with her instead of Scylla?!"

Annabeth hollered back, "Can we use the flask?!"

He called back, "I don't think so! It's way too risky! More wind will make things worse!"

Then she asked, "What about controlling the water? You're the son of Poseidon!"

"Worth a shot", Percy closed his eyes and tried to calm the sea. Unfortunately, he just could not focus. Charybdis was too powerful and too loud.

Suddenly, the ship lurched forward, throwing Percy onto the deck. To everyone's horror, the ship was sucked into the whirlpool. Clarisse barked orders, "Full reverse! Get us within firing range! Make ready starboard cannons!"

A sailor burst out onto the deck with his uniform smoking. He reported, "Boiler room overheating, ma'am. The Cyclops is doing what he can, but it's looking difficult."

Finally, everyone had their first look at Charybdis. She was just a few hundred metres away, through a swirl of mist and smoke and water. The first thing Percy noticed was the reef – a black crag of coral with a fig tree clinging to the top, an oddly peaceful thing in the middle of a maelstrom. All around it, water curved into a funnel, like light around a black hole. Then he spotted an enormous mouth with slimy lips and mossy teeth the size of rowboats. And worse, the teeth had braces, bands of corroded scummy metal with pieces of fish and driftwood and floating garbage stuck between them.

The entire sea was sucked into that gaping maw. It didn't matter what was in the sea, be they sharks, schools of fish, a giant squid, all of it got sucked in. Unfortunately, it looked like the CSS Birmingham was the next item on the menu.

Then Clarisse began firing at the monster, but it looked like they were barely grazing her. Suddenly, the vibrations in the deck changed and the engine sounded stronger than ever.

It looked like there was no hope in sight, but just as suddenly as Charybdis wreaked havoc, she stopped. The bad news was that no sooner had she closed her mouth, that she opened them once again. This time, she was expelling everything.

The CSS Birmingham was thrown across, and Percy had his hands full in not letting the ship capsize. Unfortunately, it seemed that Murphy's Law was working overtime. Another sailor staggered out from the hold. He gasped, "Engine's about to blow!"

Percy demanded, "Where's Tyson!"

"Still down there, somehow holding everything together. Don't know for how much longer though."

The captain grimly said, "We have to abandon ship."

Clarisse was fuming, "No! Absolutely not!"

"We have no choice, m'lady. The hull is already cracking apart! She can't –'

He never finished his sentence. Quick as lightning, something brown and green shot from the sky, snatched up the captain, and lifted him away. All that was left were his leather boots.

'Scylla!' a sailor yelled, as another column of reptilian flesh shot from the cliffs and snapped him up. It happened so fast it was like watching a laser beam rather than a monster.

Percy sprang into action, uncapping Riptide and attempting to swipe at the monster. Harry bellowed, "Everyone get inside!"

Annabeth yelled, "Lifeboats!"

Clarisse snapped, "They'll never get clear of the cliffs. We'll all be eaten."

"We have to try. Percy, the Flask."

"I can't leave Tyson!"

"We have to get the boats ready!"

Clarisse took Annabeth's command. She and a few of her undead sailors uncovered one of the two emergency rowboats while Scylla's heads rained from the sky like a meteor shower with teeth, picking off Confederate sailors one after another.

"Get the other boat.' He chucked the flask at Annabeth. "I'll get Tyson."

She pleaded, "You can't! The heat will kill you!"

However, Percy was not in a mood to listen. He charged for the hold, when suddenly, Harry yelled, "Jackson, watch out!"

Harry tackled Percy, and the next thing he knew, there was a searing pain in his left shoulder while his feet left the deck. Scylla had been aiming for Percy, but grabbed him instead. Once up in the air and in her jaws, he got a good look at her, and it was the stuff of nightmares. She was a grotesque sea monster with six long necks equipped with grisly heads. Each head contained three rows of sharp teeth and four eyes. Her body consisted of twelve tentacle-like legs and a tail and with four to six dog-heads ringing her waist. On instinct, Harry took his wand out, transformed it into Gryffindor's Sword and stabbed the monster in one of its eyes.

With a screech, she let go, and Harry began plummeting. As he fell, he heard a deafening explosion, and Percy screaming, "TYSON!"

Eventually, Harry hit the water with a painful splash. Fortunately, he was near one of the lifeboats, one which had Clarisse, Annabeth and Percy. The three of them fished his bleeding body out of the water, dumping him back onto the boat. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was Annabeth using the flask and twisting it sharply.

Harry soon found himself in a forest clearing, and he was not alone. A few feet away from him, was a man with greasy and ragged hair. On top of his head was a crown made of what looked like finger bones. His robes were a mix of wolf, rabbit, raccoon and deer pelts haphazardly woven together. Seeing his lithe and muscular frame and pale skin, Harry recognised him as King Lycaon.

Then, another figure walked in, and Lycaon turned to him, "What news?"

The werewolf knelt before him, "My liege, it isn't good news I'm afraid. The Hunters of Artemis have been on the prowl and have been relentlessly hunting down our pack."

Lycaon snarled, turned around and cleaved a tree with his sharp claws. He raged, "Damn those Hunters! Damn them all to Tartarus!"

Then he had an idea, "Where is Greyback? Find him and tell him to search for new recruits!"

The other werewolf looked unsure, "My lord? Are you sure you wish to entrust this task upon Fenrir Greyback? Many of us have observed that he has been becoming more and more deranged. He's growing too powerful. What if he decides to stage an uprising?"

Lycaon barked, "Send him in… NOW!"

The werewolf yelped and scampered off. Not even a minute later, another werewolf came in and knelt in front of Lycaon. The newcomer was a large and vicious-looking man. Like King Lycaon, he had pointed teeth and also had yellowish fingernails.

He spoke, "You sent for me, my Lord?"

Lycaon said, "Yes I did. As you are aware, our forces are dwindling, thanks to those accursed Hunters. Your mission is to find some fresh young blood to turn to our cause."

Greyback adopted a feral grin, "It shall be done, my liege. I know the perfect place, and who will be my first victim, ahem - recruit. Harry Potter, the wizarding world's hero. Oh ho ho! Once he is turned, those stupid sheep will turn on him with the snap of a finger. I guess my destination is a certain school in Scotland."

The dream then faded, and Harry finally came to. He noticed that he was lying on the rowboat. Annabeth and Percy were using a make-shift sail to steer. Then a wave of dizziness hit him and he groaned, "Bloody hell, feels like I took a Bludger."

Clarisse was at his side in an instant, "Potter, rest. You've earned it. Don't ever scare the crap out of me again. Silena would have killed me if you died."

She glared at him, until her expression softened, "Glad to see you alive, punk."

He weakly grinned at her, "If you couldn't kill me, what makes you think that some overgrown snake had a better chance, wanker."

She reeled back and mock gasped, "Oh, so that's how it is, eh? Dweeb."

"Pillock"

"Jerk"

"Twat"

"Moron"

"Plonker"

"Idiot"

"Prat"

"Dumbass"

"Git"

"Douchebag"

"Bellend"

"Asshole"

"Tosser"

As they continued to insult each other, grins slowly broke over their faces. Percy looked really confused, but Annabeth was watching the scene with fond exasperation.

Finally Clarisse jabbed, "Cretin"

However, Harry fired back with, "Muppet!"

She paused and grumbled, "You win."

Annabeth groaned, "Are you two quite finished?"

Harry laughed, "Yeah don't worry, our pissing contest is over. I told you, us Brits have more creative insults."

Eventually, Harry seemed well enough to sit up, though he still winced in pain. Clarisse and Annabeth carefully eased off his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and assessed the damage. Annabeth cleaned the wound and Clarisse plucked out a few teeth that were embedded in the wound. The daughter of Athena broke off some ambrosia and fed it to him to speed up the healing. She sheepishly said, "Sorry, I'm not as good at healing as the Apollo kids. This is the best that we can do for now. "

He looked over at Percy, who was just gazing across the ocean in silence. Harry spoke up, "Hey Jackson, I-I'm really sorry about Tyson, mate."

The boy shook his head, "I'm not mad at you, man. If anything I should be thanking you for saving my life. I'm actually mad at myself, more than anything. Ever since he got claimed as the son of Poseidon, I felt really embarrassed about being related to a monster. Heck, if you hadn't slapped some sense into me, I probably would have treated him worse."

Then Harry changed the subject, "What's our estimate? Are we closer to finding the Fleece?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. But we'd better hurry, Grover doesn't have much time. Polyphemus caught him trying to unravel the bridal train and gave him some magic wool that can't be undone."

Percy scoffed bitterly, "You can never trust a Cyclops, eh?"

Annabeth blurted, "Percy, I'm sorry. I was wrong about Tyson. I-I just wish that I could have told him that in person."

More silence followed, then Percy asked, "What was that thing about a prophecy again?"

She bit her bottom lip, "Percy, that's not a good idea-"

He interrupted, "I know Chiron promised the gods he wouldn't tell me. But you didn't promise, did you?"

"Knowledge isn't always good for you."

"Your mom is the wisdom goddess!"

"I know that! But every time heroes learn the future, they try to change it, and it never works. It's like that story of Oedipus. The more you try to avoid it, it could end up getting fulfilled."

He guessed, "The gods are worried about something I'll do when I get older. Something when I turn sixteen."

Finally, she replied, "Percy, I don't know the full prophecy, but it warns about a half-blood child of the Big Three – the next one who lives to the age of sixteen. That's the real reason Zeus, Poseidon and Hades swore a pact after World War II not to have any more kids. The next child of the Big Three who reaches sixteen will be a dangerous weapon. That hero will decide the fate of Olympus. He or she will make a decision that either saves the Age of the Gods, or destroys it."

He snapped his fingers, "Is that why Kronos was so eager to not kill me?"

Harry interjected, "Precisely, but then again, you're thirteen now. You still have three more years. A lot can happen in those three years."

Annabeth picked up where he left off, "When Chiron found out about Thalia, he figured that she was the one in the prophecy. That was why he wanted to get her to camp immediately. After she got turned into a pine tree, no one knew what would happen next, until you came along."

Percy asked, "Did Tyson qualify as a child of this prophecy? I mean, the Big Three had a lot of monster children."

Clarisse finally spoke up, "I don't think they count, Prissy."

Annabeth shook her head. "The Oracle said 'half-blood'. That always means half human, half god. There's really nobody alive who it could be, except you."

Percy bitterly said, "So why are they letting me live? Can't they circumvent this stupid prophecy by killing me?"

Clarisse snapped, "It's not as easy as that, punk. If Zeus struck you down, he'd be risking his brother's wrath. Take Potter for instance, he's the first son of Artemis. Sure, some of the gods could have killed him because it would be seen as her breaking her oath. However, is killing Potter really worth pissing her off?"

Annabeth picked up where she left off, "Also, think of it this way, other gods could just be watching you and waiting to see what decision you will take. The ones who don't want to kill you, may have the hope that your presence will preserve their existence. It all hinges on what you will do in the next three years."

As they mulled on that though, Harry gave a loud whistle. A few minutes later, Hedwig came swooping in. He began to write a letter to Sirius and Remus with his left hand, all the while Clarisse gaped at him. She demanded, "How the hell did the bird manage to find you all the way out here?!"

Harry shrugged and stroked his owl's head with his left hand, "Hedwig's pretty smart. She's saved my sorry arse a few times. I can rely on her for anything. No matter when I am, she'll always find me."

Annabeth had another question though, "What was in the letter you're sending anyway?"

Harry grimaced, "Had a dream earlier. This werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, is on his way to Hogwarts. Mother and the Hunters have been after him for years. Now, Lycaon, king of the werewolves, has tasked him with replenishing his pack. Greyback's chosen Hogwarts as his target, and his first target is me. He thinks it'll be pretty ironic for the son of Artemis and the 'saviour of the Wizarding World' to be a werewolf?"

Percy asked, "Is being a werewolf really that bad in the Wizarding World?"

Harry nodded, "You're normal for most days and nights, but on the full moon, you lose complete control of yourself and become a mindless monster. Also, I'm ashamed to admit it, but Wizarding Britain is hugely discriminatory. There is a massive stigma against werewolves, that they can't get jobs over there. Additionally, they are pretty much shunned by society. It's sad but it is true. If I got bitten, even if I did sort of 'save' them from the Dark Lord when I was a baby, I would be heavily shunned."

Clarisse and Annabeth nodded along at the explanation. Just as he was about to send the letter, he had a thought, and quickly penned another letter, this time to Zoe. He figured that if Greyback was heading to Hogwarts, the Hunters could give him a nasty surprise. Harry attached both letters and told Hedwig to deliver one to Sirius and the other to Zoe. With a single nod, the snowy owl flew off.