Chapter 7

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.

May 4 2004

Overall, not that much had changed for Harry in particular since Chiron's revelation. He already knew the gist of the prophecy and he was more than happy not to know the rest despite Annabeth's offer to tell him. The news that he would play a large part in it was a bit shocking, and he felt himself even more motivated than before to work at combat skills, manipulating the mist and healing.

Annabeth on the other hand seemed to have had a more drastic change. Since that day, it wasn't uncommon to see Annabeth with bags under her eyes, speaking of restless and nightmare-ridden nights. She was working herself harder, fighting and studying with even more ferocity than before and would smile less. Harry and Luke, who now knew of the prophecy and what Chiron told her, would try and keep her spirits light but they weren't always very successful. The other big change in Annabeth was her treatment of new campers. Three new demigods had arrived at camp, and Annabeth had behaved a bit standoffish and even stalkerish to them at first. She was expecting the demigod Chiron spoke of to arrive any minute, and she was also expecting big things from them. As a result, she would scrutinise each new arrival, sometimes even coming off as rude if she wasn't very impressed by them.

Bran had come back from his role undercover as a keeper at a school with a twelve year old demigod. Charles Beckendorf was African American, quite tall, and very muscular for his age. Annabeth had immediately started scrutinising him, sensing his potential as a demigod but it became clear even before being claimed, that Beckendorf was a son of Hephaestus. The demigod Chiron spoke of was likely also a child of the Big Three so when Beckendorf showed his love and talent for the forge upon arrival, it became clear he wasn't the one. Despite that fact, Harry and Annabeth both really liked Charles and were very happy to have him at camp.

Harry was also happy Bran was back at camp. The satyr was a good friend and Harry enjoyed spending time with him. But Bran loved his job, and he was heading back out almost immediately to search out more demigods. They did have the opportunity to spar before Bran hit the road once more, and Bran was very impressed with Harry's progress. At this point, the satyr was definitely the better fighter; he had superior strength and technical skills with his weapon compared to Harry. However, Harry was happy with his own progress, he was quick, had good instincts, and his strength and technique were growing at leaps and bounds.

Today was a Saturday and he was spending the first half of the day with Jasper in the infirmary. Harry was also incredibly happy with his progress with Jasper. His knowledge about healing herbs, medical equipment, and how to use it to fix the human body had grown exponentially. These days Jasper would take a step back, letting Harry look after patients, and only stepping in to correct him or to handle more serious injuries.

"Hey, Harry and Jasper. Can you treat this for me please," someone called out from the entrance of the infirmary. Looking over, Harry recognised the boy as 15 year old Taro Tanaka, a son of Aphrodite who had bleached blonde hair and was of Japanese descent. His orange camp half-blood shirt was off and wrapped tightly around his upper arm, stained in blood.

"Hey Taro, sword fighting injury?" He questioned.

"Hi Taro," Jasper responded as well.

"Yep. Luke is a demon with a sword," Taro said as he sat on a bed. Harry nodded in agreement, sparring of any sort was brutal, and campers weren't afraid to draw blood. Luke was the best swordsman the camp had seen in 300 years, and while he was a great and supportive teacher he could also be ruthless.

Harry unwrapped the shirt, examining the wound closely. It wasn't deep enough to be worrying, but it definitely required some treatment. Finishing his initial examination, Harry put a preliminary dressing and bandage back on as he started to prepare the herbs. When they were safe at camp, Ambrosia and Nectar were only really used for worse injuries, and injuries that could result in future consequences, like the increased risk of dislocating joints. Otherwise, it was better to use alternative methods in case something worse occurred afterward, as the risk of using too much ambrosia or nectar to treat the injury was too high.

Harry opened the cupboard door and removed a bottle, pouring a couple drops of Nemesis Vine sap, known for neutralising harmful bacteria to stave off infection, into a little bowl and mixing it with a bit of salt water. He also crushed a Hyperion Balmroot in another bowl, mixing it with some more saltwater until it was a thick paste that would reduce pain and inflammation, and boost the skin regeneration process. He walked back over to Taro and Jasper who were talking casually, and began to take off the dressing again.

"Nemesis Vine and Hyperion Balmroot?" Jasper questioned.

"Yep," Harry confirmed.

"Good."

Harry carefully applied the sap mixture inside the wound, ensuring the wound wouldn't get infected. He then rubbed the paste over the wound and finished by dressing and rewrapping the wound. "Alright, you're good to go. Let me know if it doesn't get better or if anything changes," Harry said in a professional voice.

Jasper and Taro shared an amused look and Harry rolled his eyes. He knew that the campers sometimes found it funny that a 9 year old boy would treat them, and give them medical orders. But Harry felt he was mature, and he was almost 10 anyway, so it wasn't that bad really. It didn't help that as much faith as Jasper had in Harry he also found it hilarious when Harry ordered campers 3 times his size not to do something.

"Thanks Harry. And I'll let you know," Taro said. "See you later Jasper," he waved to the two of them as he exited the infirmary.

There were no more patients to treat for the rest of their session, and Harry spent the remaining time being tested on his knowledge on human anatomy by Jasper.

As the session drew to a close, nerves began to creep up on Harry. He'd been begging Chiron to let him try out his earthshaker abilities for months. He wanted to learn how to use them and if he could control them, even on a small scale, it would be incredibly helpful. However, now that Chiron had finally agreed and it was growing closer the nerves were starting to build. What if he couldn't even do it? Even worse, what if he hurt himself, Chiron, or someone else? Nevertheless, he met Chiron in the Big House Rec Room where he was playing pinochle with Mr. D.

"Are you ready, my child?" Chiron asked upon seeing him.

"Yes Chiron," he answered somewhat shakily.

"Good, I'll just finish up here and we'll head over."

"Yes Chiron, leave me and go play with your mud with Harvey here," Mr. D piped up. Mr. D was known around camp for always calling people by the wrong name and Harry expected no less than the same treatment from the god.

Before too long, Harry was walking alongside Chiron to the Dunes, which was past the Climbing Wall. They would sometimes do obstacle courses, run, or spar in the sand dunes to change up the terrain and add some more difficulty. Chiron believed that being close to the beach and attempting to make tremors in the sand would be easier to start, given its connection to water.

"So, how do I start?" Harry asked the centaur a bit uncertainly.

"Just like with every demigod's power, the sensation and power is unique to you, and you need to learn how it works on your own. I'm only here to make sure you're safe and to pull you out if it goes too far." Seeing Harry's worried face, Chiron added, "You'll be perfectly fine. Remember, the power comes from inside you."

Harry nodded and closed his eyes as Chiron retreated a bit further away from him. He dug his feet into the sand, trying to feel a connection to it, to sense it and feel it's flow like he does with the sea and with water. But it wasn't water, there was no flow, and he couldn't get a feel for it. After trying and failing that approach for about 10 minutes he realised he needed to switch it up somehow. It did make sense he guessed, he would never have the same power over water as he did the Earth and the sand, it wasn't something he could manipulate so smoothly. Even the extent of his father's control over the Earth was limited to a destructive earthquake.

Keeping that in mind, Harry changed his technique. He focused on his desire to shake the Earth, to disperse the sand. He felt the tug in his gut and channelled all those feelings down his body and stomped. The energy almost seemed to fizzle out before his foot hit the ground, and all it resulted in was an anticlimactic stomp. He knew he almost had it, he just needed to maintain his concentration on his intention and the feeling that came with demigod powers.

He refocused and started the process again. The power moved down his leg until his foot hit the ground, sending a boom through the air, followed by a loud rumble. It was as if Harry were at the centre of a circle, with the ground shaking in a 3-meter radius around him. At first he'd felt secure in the middle of the little earthquake but that changed quickly and he'd fallen on the floor. Thankfully, the shaking seemed to have stopped, but given his experience with the Chimaera on top of the mountain, he figured that wouldn't prevent rocks that had been shaken loose from falling. He was glad Chiron chose to practise on the sand first.

"I'm impressed, Harry. You managed to bring forth your power much quicker than I thought," Chiron called out as he approached Harry once more. "However, you still have a long way to go, and until I see that your control is better you will only practise in the sand."

"Thanks, Chiron. I understand," Harry replied, after he picked himself up from the sand. The effort had definitely sapped a lot of his energy, but he wanted to keep practising. "Can I go again?"

"One more time, and then you need to rest."

Harry nodded and started to refocus himself. If he was to use this power in a fight, ending up on the ground definitely wasn't the ideal situation. Maybe he could aim for a less destructive, a more manageable earthquake, like a small tremor. Once again searching for the power inside him, he felt it, only trying to use a small measure of power and to create a little tremor, he stomped. Unlike his very first attempt, the power followed him through the whole action but similar to his first attempt, all it resulted in was an anticlimactic stomp.

"I think that's probably enough for today, my child. This is a difficult skill and do not expect to master it quickly."

A hand reached down and patted Harry's shoulder, bringing him out of his own mind and his disappointment in himself. "I'll try not to," he said.