Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the idea of Harry Potter or Percy Jackson or any of the money making forms of it.

Summary: An AU HP/PJO crossover fanfiction. This story follows Harry Evans, the demigod son of Lily Evans and his foray into both the wizarding and demigod world's. Harry is not the BWL

A/N: There will be differences to canon in character backstory, family trees, some OC and OOC characters, etc.

When Harry came to, he was sitting in the front seat of the van. He was dazed and aching everywhere. "You're up! Good, I was getting worried," Bran commented. Harry opened his mouth to ask where they were but Bran interrupted before he could. "Don't try to speak. Your vocal chords are injured. Just relax until we get to camp, we're about two hours away now. We'll get you treated in the infirmary as soon as we get there. I figure you shouldn't eat any ambrosia with your throat, better to drink nectar when you get to camp." The rest of the journey Harry spent listening to Bran talk more about camp and everything he would do and learn there. Bran even talked about some of the demigods at camp, especially the one's Bran himself had guided to camp.

Eventually, they pulled off the main road in Long Island and into a garage full of other Delphi Strawberry Service vehicles before beginning their walk up the hill to the camp. It was more of a hobble than anything but Harry wanted to make it to the safety of the camp as soon as possible. As they walked toward the tall pine tree signalling the camp's border Harry pondered the story of Thalia the daughter of Zeus. Bran had filled him in on her story, running away from home and fighting monsters with two other young demigods until they were found by a satyr; then their journey to camp and her final stand. Her sacrifice was as heart-breaking as it was inspiring. The story did terrify him though, Hades sent monsters after her and she suffered as a result of Zeus' broken oath; what if Harry was the child of one of the oath-takers? The fact that the Chimaera had hunted him seemed to make Bran believe he was a powerful demigod. Harry still wasn't entirely sure which fantastical moments in his life were a result of magic, the mist or his godly parentage.

Finally, the two arrived at the pine tree, there was no visible barrier that supposedly protected them from monsters but Harry could feel the powerful energy in the air as he got closer. When he crossed the border the energy felt almost tangible but Harry was finally here safe. Harry's eyes began to water as he took in his surroundings; he was finally where his mum wanted him but she was gone forever.

Bran guided him through the camp toward the Big House where the infirmary was; pointing out the arts and crafts area, the amphitheatre and the volleyball court on the way. There were campers scattered around the area but Bran said most of them were likely in the training arena or other classes. When they got to the infirmary; a long room with several beds and cupboards full of medical herbs and equipment, Bran left Harry in the care of a blonde girl around his age.

She seemed to be sorting supplies, but when she heard him come in she spun around and was looking at him curiously with sharp grey eyes. After scrutinising him for a moment she smiled and greeted him. "Hi! You must be new here. I'm Annabeth, daughter of Athena."

"I-I'm … Ha-Harry," he croaked out.

She scrutinised him for another moment before waving him over to a bed, "Come sit on the bed, I'll check you out and give you some medicine."

Harry did just that and proceeded to be checked out. She asked him questions and he answered as best he could with croaked out words and hand signals. Finally, she concluded that Harry had a bad concussion, along with damage to his throat and back and brought over a bottle of nectar which she said should heal all the injuries. Harry took his first sip of nectar and it tasted divine, exactly like a vanilla milkshake from him and his mum's favourite cafe on Coronado beach. His first sip of the drink erased the throbbing headache, and soothed the pain in his throat, but it also transported him to all the milkshakes he shared with his mum while they watched the sun set on the beach.

Harry was brought out of the memories by a rhythmic clop-clop-clop sound on the wooden floor approaching his bed. Harry's mouth opens involuntarily when he looked up and caught sight of the centaur. This must be Chiron, the mythical trainer of heroes he'd heard about. Chiron's lower body was that of a sleek-coated white horse. His upper body was human; he had thinning brown hair and a full beard, framing kind, wise eyes. His tweed jacket and tie made him look like a teacher or a professor.

"How good is it?" Bran piped up from his spot beside Chiron, surprising Harry who had been too focused on Chiron to notice the satyr.

"What?" Harry questioned.

"The nectar! Do you love it?"

"Yeah!" Harry said, trying to sound enthusiastic as he turned away from everyone. The nectar was great; it was just the memories it brought up that were painful.

"I'm so sorry about your mum Harry," Chiron said softly, seemingly knowing what Harry was thinking about. "She would be so happy and so proud that you made it here where you're safe."

"Thanks," Harry sniffled, still looking away from everyone.

After a moment Chiron spoke up again, "I'm Chiron, it's good to finally meet you. Bran told me about your journey. Killing the Chimaera is an incredible feat for any demigod." Annabeth's head had whipped toward him in shock at the mention of the Chimaera, and she seemed to be reassessing him. "To do so at your age … you will grow into an incredible demigod, my child."

Harry didn't think he agreed, he wasn't good enough to stop it from killing his mum. The only reason he managed to kill it was luck and powers he couldn't even control, but he put on a smile and said a quiet "Thanks," to Chiron.

"Bran also filled me in on the fight with the Cyclops and how the ropes loosened. Do you know why that happened?" Chiron asked.

Harry did know what happened, and he got the feeling Chiron knew exactly what happened too; but he still wasn't sure if he was allowed to tell them. But surely the gods would know about magic when they seemingly had abilities far more powerful. "My mum … she was a witch and she always told me I'm a wizard. Sometimes I do things that should be impossible but I can't really control it. It just happens."

Chiron nodded, "I thought so. The original wizards and witches were blessed by hecate, the goddess of magic." This all appeared to be news to Bran and Annabeth; Annabeth almost seemed to be bursting with questions. "The magical world is so secretive and separated from the mortal and godly worlds that there are rarely wizard or witch demigods. In fact, the last magical demigod was a daughter of Demeter who was at camp half-blood in the 80's," Chiron elaborated.

Annabeth immediately pounced on Chiron, "How do the-" Chiron had put a hand up to stop her tirade.

"Calm down Annabeth, I'll answer all your questions after you take Harry on a tour," he interrupted in an amused tone. "Now Harry, we'll have more things to discuss about magic and the like at a later time. For now, settle in and feel free to tell whoever you like about magic but don't feel any pressure to disclose anything."

Harry nodded in understanding before accepting a garbage bag from Bran with confusion. "It's the clothes you were wearing when we met, I figure you might want to keep them," Bran answered his unasked question.

"Thank you," Harry said while he ruffled through the bag. It was just his ruined school uniform but the thought was nice. He felt something odd in his pants pocket and pulled it out.

A sudden gasp from Annabeth drew his attention to her. She turned toward Chiron in shock, "Is that what I think it is? A Chimaera bezoar?"

"Indeed," he responded before turning back to Harry. "My child; that is an incredibly precious spoil of war. A Chimaera Bezoar can cure any known poison or venom; it can bring people back from what would otherwise certainly result in death," he explained.

"Wow!" Harry was looking at the small stone in a new light. He had thought the stone was magical the first time he felt it but it was far more powerful than he could have imagined. At the same time he felt sick to his stomach. His mum had died from the Chimaera's venom and the bezoar could have cured it.

"Use it wisely Harry, and keep this quiet," he stated, looking at all three of them at the end. "I'll get you an enchanted bag to keep it safe soon. For now, finish that nectar and then Annabeth will show you around."

Harry did just that, finishing his nectar before exiting the Big House with Annabeth. Their first stop was the combat arena where multiple classes were taking place. They stayed on the outskirts of the arena watching the classes from afar for the first few minutes. Harry's jaw was agape as he watched a particular demigod fight his opponent, the demigod who was about 15 years old with blonde hair and a large scar on his face, was blocking all his opponents attacks with ease, countering every attack with a move that would end the fight if he didn't pull back at the last moment. It was clear he vastly outclassed his opponent and was merely teaching him by displaying where his openings were. Annabeth seemed to be watching the same thing and had a faint pink dusting on her cheeks.

"Who is that?" Harry asked.

"Him … That's Luke, son of Hermes. He's the best swordsman the camp has seen in 300 years," she finished proudly.

"I've never seen anything like it."

"Anyway, that's sword fighting class and on the other side you can see Spear fighting lessons. We usually learn enough to use each weapon, but most people end up specialising. Most of the time you learn how to fight with a sword against swordsmen and spear against spear wielders but you also need to learn how to defend against different weapons. You'll find your weapon soon enough," Annabeth explained.

"I already have a dagger," Harry said, tapping his ring and having his dagger appear in his hand. "Are there dagger lessons?"

"Wow! An enchanted weapon, your father must really care for you," Annabeth praised. "And of course, daggers are my weapon of choice, we have lessons at a different time."

Harry wasn't so sure his father cared. He'd certainly never met the man and he clearly didn't care enough to save Harry's mum. He replied with a "Cool" nonetheless.

Next they visited the archery range where they saw Chiron and over a dozen campers with bows and arrows firing at targets. All the archers were impressive to Harry but a few of the dozen or so golden blonde archers stood out to him as extraordinary.

Annabeth seemed to notice his curiosity and explained, "Children of Apollo, he's the god of archery among other things, so a lot of his children are talented archers."

"He's got a lot of children," Harry observed.

"Some gods have more than others," she said kind of awkwardly.

They wandered back the other way and peeked in on both the forge and the armour. Annabeth said he would get to explore those more later on, even try and find another weapon that suits him. As they walked, Harry asked questions about camp life and the gods; in turn Annabeth would ask Harry about himself and his talents, seemingly trying to divine his godly parent.

"Who do you think my godly parent is, then?" Harry asked Annabeth as she showed him the cabins for each Olympian god.

"I have my ideas, but it's best not to say out loud. If I'm wrong, or even if I'm right, your father or another god I believe to be your father, may not take it too well. It's best to wait for your father to claim you," Annabeth responded.

"Right," Harry replied, pondering her words.

"This is the Hermes cabin," she said pointing out a typical greek-looking white temple, the symbol of a winged staff entwined with two snakes over the door. It was larger than the majority of the other cabins. "Hermes is also the God of travellers, so his cabin takes in the demigod children who are unclaimed or whose godly parent doesn't have a cabin, plus all of his own children. You'll be staying here until you're claimed," she told him.

Annabeth opened the door to the Hermes cabin, letting him look inside for a moment. Even with no people inside, the cabin looked crowded. There were bunk beds cramped together and sleeping bags all over the floor, personal belongings scattered everywhere. Harry hoped he was claimed soon. His house was quite small but he'd only ever shared it with his mum; he wasn't used to sharing space with so many people.

The only other cabin Harry was able to peek in on was the Athena cabin. The cabin's interior was extremely different to the Hermes cabin; it was meticulously organised with no clutter on the floor, shelves full of books and scrolls lining the walls, maps laid out on tables. Harry wasn't big on reading but he would much rather live here than the Hermes cabin. They admired the other cabins on the way to the dining pavilion, each cabin looked unique, reflecting the domains of the God they represented. The Hephaestus cabin had amazing looking contraptions, various gears and materials adorning the outside. The Ares cabin was painted a dull red, resembling dried blood and had vicious looking barbed wire on the walls. The Demeter cabin was one of Harry's favourites, with walls covered in vines and blooming flowers. But the most prominent looking and largest cabins belonged to Zeus and Poseidon. Whereas, Poseidon's cabin was fittingly decorated with a shell and coral theme over the outside walls and gave off a more homey feel to Harry. Zeus' cabin was Grand and majestic, purely made of marble, with heavy bronze doors and lightning bolt motifs.

Harry followed Annabeth into the dining pavilion where everyone was waiting to start lunch, it was an open air pavilion with tables assigned to each cabin surrounding a hearth. Eyes followed Harry, reminding him of his experiences as a new kid at school, as they made their way toward a table seating Chiron, Bran and some other satyrs, and a pot-bellied man wearing a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt, shorts and sandals. Harry recognised the man from Bran's stories as Dionysus, also known as Mr. D. If it were not for the undeniable power Harry could feel radiating off Mr. D he would not have assumed the man was a God at all.

They came up right behind Mr. D and Chiron, Harry standing there awkwardly for a moment unsure of what to say until Chiron cleared his throat to get the God's attention. "Hmmm … Oh!" Mr. D said, looking up at Chiron before noticing Harry standing awkwardly behind him. "Yes, hooray everyone! We have a new camper, Harper Ewing." Mr. D lazily spoke to the pavilion. Chiron cleared his throat again and whispered something to Mr. D. Mr. D rolled his eyes as spoke up again, "Harry Evans, I'm told. How lucky for …" he trailed off.

The hush that had come over the pavilion broke as murmurs filled the air, everyone staring in his direction, but not at him, rather slightly above his head. As Harry slowly looked up, witnessing a green holographic image of a trident fading away, the campers had all left their seats and kneeled in his direction.

"It is determined," Chiron announced. "Poseidon," said Chiron. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Harry Evans, Son of the Sea God."

All the attention had turned his face completely red. The campers were all discussing him, and some even seemingly arguing amongst each other. It wasn't completely shocking to Harry; he'd always loved the beach and the water, he was a great swimmer and he had definitely experienced his fair share of unexplainable instances involving water. But he hadn't been sure whether those were normal accidental magic, or his godly powers manifesting. To be a child of the big 3 and the result of a broken oath though was both daunting and a bit terrifying; it had not ended well for Thalia.

Annabeth grabbed his hand and dragged him over to an empty table. "I thought Poseidon may have been your father," she said matter of factly. Her face softened up and she said, "Sorry, but you have to sit on your cabin's table and well, you're on your own."

"Thanks," Harry murmured as she walked over to the table with her siblings. A plate and glass seemed to have magically appeared in front of him.

He was taken out of his musings by Chiron pounding his hoof on the marble floor of the pavilion and everyone falling silent. The centaur raised his glass and said, "To the gods!"

Everybody else raised their glass, Harry a moment behind on the uptake. "To the gods!" They all responded.

Beings that Annabeth had pointed out earlier as wood nymphs, came forward with platters of fresh fruit, bread and meat. Harry loaded his own plate with stacks of the offered food; he hadn't eaten since before the whole cyclops thing, and that felt like a lifetime ago. Harry was about to dig into the glorious platter of food when he noticed everyone else getting up and walking toward the hearth, dropping some of the food off their plate into the fire.

His confusion must have shown on his face because a light-brown haired girl a couple years older than him, with green eyes and a pink flower behind her ear piped up from beside him. "Their burnt offerings for the gods. They like the smell." She smiled at him and added "I'm Katie Gardner by the way. I'm a Daughter of Dememter."

Harry just nodded, and offered a small smile back. It was certainly odd, but with all the huge changes that had happened in the last few days Harry just accepted it. Katie dropped some of her meal into the fire in front of him, letting out a quiet murmur of "Demeter."

Harry stepped up next, dropping some strawberries and chicken into the flame, and silently thanking Poseidon for claiming him. He still wasn't sure what to think of his father, but if anything he seemed more appealing as a parent to Harry than most of the other gods did.

Harry returned to his table again and began to feast. The food tasted incredible but when he reached for his glass he realised there wasn't anything about it. He was looking around and everyone had different drinks but he couldn't see where they were getting them. He was about to give up when Katie came to the rescue from beside him on the Demeter table. "You need to speak to it. Any drink you want," she explained with an amused tone.

"Pink lemonade," he told the glass, feeling like a bit of an idiot, but the glass did fill up with exactly what he asked for.

Katie was giggling, a hand covering her mouth. "What?" He asked.

"Nothing. It's just … Pink lemonade," she got out through more giggles.

Harry's face went red again. "It's one of my favourite drinks." Harry talked a bit more with Katie through lunch and found out a bit more about her. She was 12 years old, wielded a sword, and as a child of Demeter she had the power to accelerate plant growth and manipulate plants.

When everyone had finished their lunch Annabeth came back over and told him they would move him into his new cabin next. As they were walking to his new cabin they were blinded briefly by lightning striking Half-blood Hill, followed almost instantly by the deafening boom of thunder. Annabeth looked worried, and Harry could have sworn she edged a bit further away from him as she muttered something to herself about "Zeus" and "Angry". She dropped him off at his new cabin with a wave and a sympathetic smile.

The Poseidon cabin felt much more homey to him than either the Hermes or Athena cabin did. The inside was also decorated with a beach theme, and there was even a central saltwater fountain and a fish tank. The fountain was beautiful, depicting a marble statue of a half-horse, half-fish creature; a hippocampus. Water was continuously streaming out of its mouth and into a surrounding pool. The fountain had a magical presence, and it must have been enchanted because the pool surface was entirely undisturbed and the fountain was silent. Reaching a hand into the pool, Harry felt instantly invigorated like nothing he'd ever felt before. Water had always had that effect on him, fresh water to a lesser degree than salt water but the fountain was clearly special. Maybe it should have been obvious who his father was.

The cabin was clearly designed with the idea that it would sleep more children of Poseidon than there had been recently. There were about 5 bunk beds spread across the room and a larger bed in the far corner that Harry figured was for the cabin counsellor. Annabeth had talked a bit about counsellors and their role; pointing out the similar area in the Athena cabin with a larger bed, a personal bookshelf, and more storage space. Come to think of it, Harry guessed he was the Poseidon counsellor by default now, another slightly daunting task to look forward to.

He was carefully placing his Chimaera bezoar on a little alcove above his new bed, which he now realised was a water bed, when he was interrupted by the now familiar clop-clop-clop sound.

"I've always loved this cabin," Chiron said as he trotted up beside him. He patted the bed, directing Harry to sit and the two stayed in silence for a couple moments before the centaur spoke up again. "I have no doubt you have made and will make your mother and also your father so proud of you. Many demigods are not so fortunate to be claimed on their first day at camp, in fact some are never claimed at all."

Harry knew he was being honest but his feelings regarding his mum were painful to think about, and his feelings toward his father were mixed. He definitely held some resentment for the god, but at the same time he couldn't help wanting to impress him and make him proud.

"I'm going to tell you something that must be kept between us for now," Chiron told him solemnly. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Harry responded, nodding to the centaur.

"I believe you've been told about the oath by the Big 3, and how they promised not to sire children as they were too powerful." Harry nodded in response once more. "They did make the oath but it wasn't for that reason, the real reason was due to a prophecy."

Shock and panic filled Harry. Bran told him all about prophecies, how they were required for quests and often foretold ominous and important events. If Zeus, Poseidon and Hades swore an oath not to have children the prophecy must have been bad.

"I won't burden you with the whole prophecy but it involves a half-blood of the eldest gods reaching the age of 16 and facing a choice that will preserve or raze Olympus," Chiron explained softly.

Harry wasn't too sure what some of those words meant, but it sounded like when he was 16 he would save or destroy Olympus? As Chiron's words set in, Harry felt lost and helpless,like the world was spinning and he was barely hanging on. The world stopped spinning when the centaurs' voice rang through his ears again.

"However, I just received a visit from Apollo; among other things he is the God of Prophecy and occasionally glimpses the future. He assures me that you are not the child spoken of in the prophecy, something he has already informed Zeus of."

A feeling of utmost relief coarsed through Harry, he would not be the one of prophecy. Did Chiron really have to explain it in that way? He just about gave him a heart att … Wait! "Does … Does that mean I'm going to die before I turn 16?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Chiron smiled at him, "No, my child. Apollo has not witnessed your death; this does not mean you are immortal or even that we know with certainty that you will not die before you reach 16. Prophecies are never straight forward. However, I believe it is Apollo's and likely Zeus's interpretation is that there is currently another child of the Big 3 already alive and older than you. It is for that reason that Zeus's anger is not so much directed toward you, but rather toward Poseidon and Hades. It is likely that either of them, possibly even Zeus himself, has a half-blood child older than you."

Harry was once more relieved, he was probably just as likely as ever to die before he reached 16. Did that mean he had a sibling, a brother or sister out there somewhere? Or was there a child of Zeus or Hades about to arrive at camp?

"I have a gift for you," Chiron said, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling something out before handing it to Harry. It was a brown strap necklace made from leather with a small emerald-coloured pouch attached. The pouch was the same colour as his mum's eyes, and his too but the colour always made him think of her. At least he knew the pouch would carry an object with powerful healing abilities, a fitting tribute to her work as a healer. Inspecting it closer, Harry noticed faintly glowing symbols along the strap, the pouch felt smooth to touch but he didn't know what it was made of. "It's from storage in the attic of the Big House. The pouch is made of Drakon scale, almost impenetrable; and the strap is enchanted with runic magic that ensures no one can remove anything from it so long as you live."

Harry was speechless at first, it was an incredible gift, beautiful and extremely useful. It more than made up for Chiron's poor delivery of the earlier prophecy news and scaring the life out of him. "Thank you so much Chiron," Harry said when he regained the ability to talk. Harry put it around his neck and carefully grabbed the bezoar from the alcove, placing it inside the pouch "It means a lot," he added

"You're welcome, my child. Keep it on you always. Now get some rest, it's been a long few days," Chiron responded.