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Chiron, still looking shocked, looked at Harry, "When you say magic … do you mean like special abilities or … like a magician."

Harry raised an eyebrow confused by the question and shrugged his shoulders, "Well in Great Britain and I'm pretty sure in most of Europe they are called wizards but maybe that is the same thing as a magician."

Chiron tilted his head before shaking his head, "Harry, I don't think there is anything at all like that here."

Now it was Harry's turn to look at the other individual in shock, "What do you mean? There are no magic users in the States? Then what's the point of having a camp for half-bloods if not to teach them magic? What do you do with them here?"

Chiron stared at Harry for several seconds before slowly nodding, "I think there must be some confusion. What do you think a Half-Blood is? What does it mean where you are from?"

Harry looked at Chiron and raised an eyebrow, "They are the child of a pureblood wizard and a muggleborn wizard or ordinary muggle … isn't it?" Harry replied uncertainly.

Chiron shook his head slowly, "No, Harry, … at least not here they aren't. To go back to your previous question, while there are a couple individuals here who can do magic, I don't think it is the same thing you described. Here a Half-Blood is not a reference to whether one of their parents was a … pureblood wizard but rather it refers to whether one of their parents was a god …"

Harry did a double take, staring at the centaur, waiting for him to continue, allowing Chiron to continue in the same serious tone. "Here a Half-Blood means you are a demigod.

Harry paused for a second and then laughed. "Ok that was pretty good. I can admit I've never heard a centaur tell a joke. I honestly didn't think centaurs had a sense of humor. Maybe its just the centaurs in Britain that are stuffy. A demigod …" Harry paused and chuckled, "… like the guys from Ancient Greece?"

Chiron stared unblinkingly at Harry before simply replying, "Exactly like that. This is not a joke."

Harry shook his head slowly, trying to wrap his head around what Chiron had said, "Wait. Seriously? … I think I'd remember something this large. I don't think the magical world would have managed to miss something like this … Demigods? So … this means you are trying to say gods are real, not just myths?"

Harry's question was followed by the angry sound of thunder coming from outside on what looked like a completely cloudless day.

"They are indeed real, and they do not like having been relegated to myths, much less having their existence actively questioned."

Harry shook his head, "This can't be real … something must have happened with the veil after I … well something must have happened with the veil."

Chiron looked back out the window at the fields not answering for several seconds apparently deeply in thought, before finally turning back to Harry, "I can only think of two explanations to explain this. The first is that we have just never heard of each other due to both of us attempting to stay hidden. Your people through the use of magic and us … through the use of the Mist."

Harry opened his mouth but was once again cut off by Chiron, "It is not the normal mist tat forms from water in warm air over a cold surface but rather Mist is a supernatural glamor which prevents a mortal from seeing monsters, gods, or anything supernatural, replacing the sight with something the mortal mind can better comprehend."

Harry looked in shock trying to process what Chiron was saying.

The centaur continued, "But I honestly doubt this is the case as you seem to have had no trouble seeing the camp as you stood before the entrance, and you seem to have no trouble seeing my true form. And while it is possible that your magic may have been used to fool most of us, I can't imagine you could fool all the gods and I am sure they would have mentioned it to us."

Harry slowly nodded to the centaur, processing his argument, "What is the other option?"

Chiron frowned, "The other option is that something must have happened either through the use of your magic or the intervention of one of the gods … and you are not of this world."

Harry stared at Chiron, wanting to shake his head at the absurdity of the comment but froze remembering what the woman in his dream had said.

"What is it," Chiron asked, noticing the change in Harry's facial expression.

Harry stared at the floor for a couple seconds as he shook his head, not fully convinced by what he was about to say. "I saw a lady when I was dreaming …"

He looked up and noticed Chiron's entire focus on him.

"When I fell unconscious at the entrance to the camp. I … saw some things that didn't make sense. But one of them was a woman who said she was from another world from me but knew my entire life."

Chiron's focus intensified as he eye's opened slightly larger from shock, "What lady?"

Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember the details, but eventually opened his eyes again, looking at the centaur and shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not sure … after I had collapsed in front of the camp, I started seeing things. Things that were incredibly realistic but couldn't be real. I just thought they were dreams or something. But one of the first ones I saw was a lady who was … hmmm … now that I think about it, I can't remember what she looked like, but she was saying things about gods and a quest … and then she had mentioned about knowing everything that had happened to me even though I was from another world …"

Chiron stared at Harry for several seconds, processing what he had said, "I think … I think I need to have a chat with the camp Director … and it'll probably be safer for you if you weren't there."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but Chiron refused to elaborate.

"The rest of the kids are just playing a game of capture the flag … it's a part of their training. But when they are done it will probably be nearing time for supper at the dining pavilion. I can get one of the satyrs to show you around camp and lead you there. I'll come grab you when I've had my chat." He looked at Harry who had slowly nodded, "Do you have any last questions?"

Harry paused for a second, "What's going to happen to Hermione? And the boy who was here before you showed up seemed to think I was responsible for disrupting camp … is everyone going to act like that."

Chiron nodded slowly, "As for your friend, you need not worry. The healers will look after her. There are … only a few medical mysteries that they haven't been able to eventually work through and come up with a cure. The children of Apollo truly are miracle workers when it comes to the art of healing. She is in good hands."

He paused and took a deep breath, "Luke was telling the truth, the matter of your arrival did put the camp into a state of frenzy, but you need not worry. I think Luke was being paranoid. Everyone else is more likely to be excited. Your arrival, especially so soon after another, one who has appeared to be quite a strong demigod, was certainly noticed. The bright light and the suddenly appearing, impossible to enter cabin making it a little difficult to ignore."

"The other boy … Luke? … had mentioned that as well. What does it mean?" Harry asked.

Chiron stared at Harry for a couple seconds before he uncharacteristically shrugged his shoulders. "Of that … I am not sure. Perhaps it has no significance and was just the flighty action of a bored god or perhaps it has every significance, All I know is that long before Camp Half-Blood came to these shores there were twelve cabins and that is how it looked like it would be forever … but with your arrival … another cabin has appeared. You can imagine that this is likely to stir excitement among the campers, especially those who want something exciting to happen in their lives … but as of now nothing can be done as no god has come forward to claim responsibility for what happened or the two of you. And we can't even examine the cabin as no one can read the writing on the outside wall and of the seven who have tried to enter, none managed it successfully."

Chiron paused for a second, appearing to try and hide a small smile, "All seven were violently flung backwards as soon as they crossed the threshold. Luke, in particular, had tried twice … the second time resulting in him landing face first in a pile of mud … which may explain his animosity towards you."

He paused for a second as if considering what else he wanted to say but evidently decided he had nothing else to add as he leaned forward motioning Harry to follow him to the door. "But that's enough for now, I think. We should get you out of here and I do need to get to my own conversation."

Stepping outside he waved to someone who was standing just off to the side of the building behind a waist high flowerbox.

"Zeph, can I ask you to show Harry here around camp and then if I haven't met up with you before dinner, show him to the dining pavilion.

Harry watched as the older boy with thick curly hair nod before walking around the side of the flower box causing Harry to freeze as his goat-like legs were revealed.

Chiron chuckled at seeing Harry's reaction, "So you have centaurs where you are from but not satyrs? Don't worry about though, Zeph here will answer any questions you have and can show you the entire camp, including the training yard. I'll see you later in the day, Harry Potter. Hopefully I will have some more answers when I see you next. Until then enjoy your tour of the camp."

With that he galloped off leaving Harry standing beside the satyr.

After letting Harry know his actual name was Zephyrus Fernwood and that everyone just called him Zeph, the satyr took him around most of the camp, which was mostly deserted, Passing only three campers out of what Zeph said was just over one hundred campers who were currently there at the moment, however most of them were out playing the large game of capture the flag which Zeph explained doubled as a training exercise for the campers as it gave them to apply tactics, fighting, stealth, and teamwork that they had been working on in classes.

They stopped by and took a look at the cabins, and while Zeph pointed out the new cabin that had appeared with Harry's arrival in camp, he did not allow Harry to get too close letting him know that he had no desire to rush him right back to the infirmary. However, he did show Harry Cabin 11, including walking him through the cabin, letting him know that is probably where he would be spending the night as Cabin 11 also doubled as a place for all the unclaimed campers.

As they were leaving the area, they walked by the newest cabin slightly closer than they had gone by it the first time and Harry froze and stared at the cabin … feeling as if something was calling out to him, something that wanted him to enter it. Although once Harry took a step towards the cabin, Zeph immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him back letting him know that he was serious and the can had been designated as off limits by Mr. D, the camp director. And if he really wanted to see the cabin, he should take it up with him.

Reluctantly, Harry let himself be led off, although he couldn't get rid of the feeling of familiarity from his mind … well until they had reached the training yard and Zeph brought him before the weapons shack.

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Harry Potter stared at the sword that Zeph had just passed to him.

"And what exactly am I supposed to do with a sword. I've only ever held one sword in my life and I definitely was lucky to walk away with my life when I had tried to use it."

Zeph laughed as he picked up his own sword, "Don't worry, I'm no master with a blade myself and chances are that if you end up spending any time here, sooner or later you will find yourself forced to fight on the training yard with a fighter much better than yourself … and not all of them would be as gentle as I will. You might get Luke … and if he's not in a good mood, that's not an experience you'll enjoy."

Harry paused remembering Luke's apparent animosity towards him before shrugging his shoulders and dropping into a stance which he thought was a fair approximation of Zeph's.

He had barely adopted the stance before Zeph ran at him swinging his blade towards Harry's head. With reflexes born of his time playing Quidditch, he ducked under the swing rather than try to bring his own sword up to block the attack, feeling the blade swish by overhead Harry rolled off to the side to avoid a down stroke attack that Zeph had paired with his first attack that had missed.

Harry looked up to Zeph's face and saw the satyr smiling and nodding, motioning for him to take his stance again.

After adopting his stance once again Harry took a couple of deep breathes and felt everything begin to slow down the same way he felt things slow down for him while on the Quidditch pitch.

This time when Zeph tried his first attack, Harry dodged it much smoother than his first attempt had been and watching the blade sail by he felt as if all of his senses opened up. This caused him to stumble, which he tried to cover up by dodging another attack with a roll. From that point everything Zeph tried was ineffective, Harry managed to counter every attack with an ease that seriously surprised him and more than that he managed to mount a few attacks of his own, a couple of which seemed to give Zeph difficulty. That being said other than the fact that Harry spent most of the time on the defensive, he felt everything was going well, until after one of his successful feints which would have succeeded, had not Zeph scrambled backwards, a surprised look on his face, attempting to buy himself time, Harry heard someone clapping and cheering from the sidelines.

The disruption caused Harry to look over confused, his eyes freezing on the figure of a blond-haired girl who appeared to be about his age.

Before he could return his attention to Zeph, he heard a sudden explosion of cheering, that sounded like a small army celebrating, from within the forest, just past the border of the training yard.

As Harry began to shift his attention back, his gaze briefly passed over the girl again and his eyebrows raised, and he paused as he watched her earlier excitement fade into worry. This change caused Harry to freeze for a moment confused about the change, however as je realized what caused the change in expression … it was too late.

As he turned and started to raise his own sword, he felt the cold metal of another blade come to a rest on his collarbone.

Harry finished his turn and sure enough, Zeph had managed to quietly and quickly close the distance between the two of them in the two seconds Harry had been distracted.

He dropped his sword and held up his hands in mock surrender, "It's like I told you Zeph. I'm not much of a fighter. If it wasn't for my reflexes, I'm sure you would have won that fight after your first or second attack."

Zeph slowly shook his head, "Don't sell yourself short. You fought well. Much better than you made yourself out to be. If it wasn't for the distractions, we might still be at it."

He paused as he bent down to grab Harry's discarded weapon, "Let me put away the swords. Go grab yourself some water. All that cheering from the woods likely meant the capture the flag match ended, if we hurry, we should be able to finish the tour while they are cleaning up and get you to the dining pavilion before everyone else is there."

Harry nodded and headed over to the table Zeph had pointed out to get a drink of water.

"That was some fight." A playfully melodic voice said from behind him.

Harry spun around, freezing in surprise, at the vision in front of him, absently recognizing the girl as the one who had been cheering for him earlier. Up close he noticed that her blond hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, her eyes sparkled with mischief as she flashed him a dazzling smile. He couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as she smiled at him, causing a smile to form on his own face.

Before he could think of something to say she continued, "It is wonderful to meet you. I'm Silena Beauregard. I've been … looking forward to meeting you."

Harry blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the greeting. He couldn't deny the charm that seemed to radiate from her, her easy smile and playful demeanor drawing him in.

"Oh … hi. It's … ummm. Nice to meet you, Silena." He stammered trying to regain his composure. "I'm Harry Potter."

Silena's laughter floated out like wind chimes in the breeze, her eyes twinkling with amusement at his flustered response. "Well, Harry Potter, consider yourself officially welcomed to Camp Half-Blood. If you ever need someone to show you around or … anything else, just come find me. And I meant what I said, that was some fight, you handled yourself … very well indeed." She said with a smile as she looked him up and down.

Harry nervously chuckled, "I'm sure I would have actually embarrassed myself if I was against a good fighter. I'm glad Zeph was willing to at least start preparing me for whoever I end up fighting."

Silena looked at Harry with a look of momentary confusion before letting out the most pleasant sounding laugh Harry had ever heard. "Who told you that? Zeph? Sorry to burst your self-deprecating bubble, Harry, but other than perhaps Luke, Zeph is probably the best fighter in camp … he is the one responsible for training most of the newbies."

She laughed again at Harry's expression before her eyes widened slightly as the caught sight of something over his shoulder. "Don't believe me though? Ask him yourself. But I have some getting ready to do before our evening meal. A girls got to look her best you know." She then winked and leaned in, whispering to Harry, "Remember Harry, after that display, feel free to come find me for anything … you need."

She then turned and walked away without looking back, although Harry was pretty confident there was more swinging in her hips than was truly necessary.

After she was about fifteen paces away, he felt a hand on his shoulder which startled him causing him to turn around finding his satyr tour guide standing beside him.

"Ah, Harry, looks like you have made a fan already. Just one piece of advice. Just be cautious with Silena, she truly is a wonderful person once you get the chance to actually know her although she is a little insecure. And as with almost all children of Aphrodite she has a certain ability to charm individuals she is interested in. I was actually surprised to see you able to talk to her."

Harry's eyes shot up in surprise, remembering Ron's continued experiences with Fleur, wondering if Silena's ability was anything like the Veela's allure. Shaking his head, he snorted, "thanks for the heads up, but I don't think it was like that. Pretty sure she was just saying hello and telling me about the camp."

Zeph nodded as he led Harry towards the path at the end of the training yard, "Anything we haven't covered on our tour yet?"
"Well … she said that you were actually the primary sword fighting trainer for the campers and were among the best sword fighters here." Harry said as he looked over at Zeph, watching the satyr freezing in mid-step, slowly turning to face Harry a guilty look on his face.

"Oh … so she was telling the truth about that?" Harry asked.

"Well … there are many great fighters in the camp … but yes I may be better than I let on …"

Harry shook his head, "Why'd you lie though?"

Now it was Zeph's turn to look at Harry and laugh as he shrugged his shoulders, "You were already looking nervous at the thought of fighting before even picking up the sword. And it's very difficult to get an actual measure of someone's abilities when they are fighting not only me but also their nerves. I meant no harm was only trying to tell you what you needed to hear to relax for the fight."

Harry paused and looked at Zeph's honest expression, before slowly nodding, "I guess that makes sense. So, we weren't actually fighting? You were just testing me?"

Zeph shook his head, "Of course I was testing you, but by the end I was fighting as hard as I would have against anyone. I find it's a good way to get a measure of your skill to see at what point you can't keep up. For what it's worth you are indeed a naturally gifted fighter."

Harry stared and raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"It's true … and the fact that Silena was talking to you afterwards should speak volumes. She has an eye for talent."

With that Zeph turned around and headed up the pathway leaving Harry to wonder just where his skill with the sword had come from. He had certainly never used the sword of Gryffindor for more than driving it through the Basilisks mouth and had always felt awkward holding the weapon, unsure of how to properly hold or swing it … but while the sword Zeph had given him hadn't felt completely natural it certainly felt more comfortable in his grasp. Whether or not he could actually believe Zeph's or Silena's opinion on his skills while fighting, he could certainly admit that he was much better that he should have been based on only seeing sword fighting in maybe half a dozen movies he had watched while at Mrs. Figgs and the play duels the ghosts sometimes had held in the hallways of Hogwarts.

Shaking off the memories, Harry looked up and seeing that Zeph had already left the training grounds and was about to head around a bend, Harry ran to catch up, joining the satyr for the remainder of the tour before he eventually showed him to the dining pavilion.

At that point Zeph left, claiming there were several things he had to see to before he ate, assuring him that the other campers would be around shortly.

Harry sat at one of the tables at the edge of the pavilion, content to just wait, finally having a chance to think on everything that had happened to him since he and Hermione had been pulled into the veil. But he had hardly started trying to organize the thoughts before he heard the stampeding feet of the campers approaching.

The first dozen campers came into the pavilion area without seeming to notice Harry, not that he minded. But eventually he saw the boy he remembered waking up next to in the infirmary, Percy Jackson, enter. Although after a second Harry noticed that everyone seemed to be giving Percy a wide berth, mostly staying several paces away from him.

Feeling bad for the younger boy, Harry stood to wave him over. But as he stood there was a loud rumbling sound that seemed to originate directly above him which caused everyone in that area to look towards him.

At first, they had looks of confusion and mild interest on their faces, but almost immediately their expression changed to one of shock as they stared at the space right above Harry's head.

Looking up for himself, Harry froze in surprise seeing a bright green floating hologram about a foot above his head, containing …

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Ariadne Venegas - Thats good feedback, they are closer in age as writing Harry/Hermione as 17 and Percy as Annabeth. Just allows some other interesting plotlines and easier to write than if 12 years old.

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Story Note 1 – Having been subtly trying to drop hints as to who Harry shall be claimed by. Any guesses?

Story Note 2 – While I thought the whole picking up a sword and foregoing the learning curve of becoming a better fighter was a little bit of a weird plotline from the books, it is canon and saved me writing that Harry painstakingly learned out to fight over many months and allows Harry to start on his quest sooner. Plus, I guess the gods can give some boons to help out.

I hope you all liked the start to the new story, and I look forward to hearing your feedback. This is a story I have been looking forward to writing for a very long time.

Thanks to those of you out to those of you who enjoy my stories, I promise to keep updating the stories as long as you enjoy them, and a special thanks to those of you who have taken the time to leave feedback or reach out to me directly. All feedback is welcome (hopefully constructive!) Looking forward to hearing what you think!

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