Vernon Dursley glared over at his ten year old nephew who looked bored and couldn't sit still for more than ten minutes, the doctors had diagnosed it as ADHD and the only time he was actually still was when he sat down and read or writing in his journal (Dumbledore had left specific orders on that last one when the boy had been dropped off). The Dursley family plus Nephew Harry Potter had just moved to New York three months before because Vernon had got a promotion and had accepted it without second thought, though Harry and their son Dudley would be still attending boarding schools in England/Scotland once they turned eleven due to family traditions that wouldn't, or couldn't be broken in Harry' case. The doctors had advised Petunia on how to deal with the ADHD and said that Harry wouldn't be as bad if he had a lot of physical activity in his routine, so Vernon had signed both Harry and Dudley up to martial arts, swimming, American football and Soccer, Dudley had complained about the amount and only went to swimming now and Boxing which Harry didn't go to (he didn't need it with the other types of fighting) but in order for them to go to the clubs Vernon or Petunia had to come and watch at least once a month and Vernon had told the coin toss and Petunia had stayed home with Dudley.
Vernon jerked his head to the right and away from his nephew when he felt someone sitting down next to him, and all the other parents seemed to be avoiding contact with the walrus like man, there sat a well built man dressed in jeans and a casual t-shirt with blond hair and blue eyes, he seemed quite young and had a mobile phone in hand, though his age didn't matter because he screamed power and Vernon was a little edgy knowing about the wizarding world (after all Harry was a wizard).
"He is an excellent fighter," the young man commented following Vernon' line of view since he had turned back to watch Harry who was currently wiping the other contestants out with no problem and no mercy, though he did help them up after the fight was over and he was declared winner. "Reminds me of the summer camp that my younger cousins get sent to, they are really hyper and the camp keeps them busy morning to night with this kind of thing, apparently most of the kids that go end up in the police force or military. Is he your son?"
"NO!" Vernon shouted horrified at thought of the 'freak' being a blood relation beside nephew through marriage, that was bad enough, the man raised an eyebrow, "No, he's my wives nephew, his parents died in a car crash when he was fifteen months old, I swear we have been trying to get his energy levels down since, he does this, swimming, soccer and football and still has energy to do chores around the house and run rings around Petunia, I am Vernon Dursley by the way."
"Hermes." The man with a quirky smile, apparently Vernon didn't know anything about Greek mythology so didn't think anything of it, "hmmm, the lad on summer holidays now?"
"Yes, he's home tutored though anyway." Vernon grunted, again Dumbledore, the old coot had forbidden them from sending Harry from school but expected an intelligent boy come age eleven, apparently primary school was a dangerous place, "We just go by Dudley' holidays, my son he is. Do you think this camp would take the boy for summers? It isn't fair on Dudley that we have to spend all our energy on Potter."
"I actually came over here to ask," Hermes smirked handing a leaflet to Vernon who glanced at it though thoroughly, escesically the prices. Now you must understand that the camp didn't usually charge, it didn't need to really, but this was Vernon and Petunia who had abused Harry all his life, underfed him and spent the money that Dumbledore provided on Dudley, leaving Harry in clothing four tines too large and too thin and small for his age, may as get the money back for the kid now as well as get him trained to protect himself later in life, "So, what do you say?"
"He's going." Vernon smirked to himself, he had been waiting for something like this for years, now he would get rid of the 'brat' during the summer as well during the year from when he was eleven, and Dumbledore or the magic world couldn't do anything because it said once someone went to camp they couldn't leave without express permission from the camp manager and trainer as well as biological parent (unless they didn't have one) but legal guardians couldn't pull them out either and only letter were allowed as the form as communication so that was even better.
Two days later Harry was packed up everything that he owned (not a lot) and someone from camp was waiting patiently to come and collect him from the Dursley house, Mazy and Carl Dawson as well as Grover were currently suffering one of Petunia' teas while Vernon was growling that Harry that he better behave and not get into trouble and get sent home early as the Dursley' were going traveling until late august.
After they got a taxi Harry picked up one of his books and sat quietly while the other three sent to collect him just seemed dumbfounded that he could read, never mind a large book on Biology written in Latin no less, they found it hard enough to read English never mind another language beside Greek,
"Harry, can you read Ancient Greek?" Carl finally asked shifting when his sister (Mazy) glared at the seemingly innocent question; Grover actually agreed with him asking though, if it wasn't that Grover was a Satyr and could smell that Hermes hadn't been mistaken and they had the right boy he would have said that they had it wrong, because demi-gods just didn't find it this easy to read, even Athena' kids. "here, can you understand this?"
"Yea," Harry nodded looking at the piece of paper that Carl had pulled out and scribbled some ancient Greek on, "it says 'kopsímata kai oulés axízei na apothi̱kéf̱sete to athó̱o' and means 'cuts and scars are worth saving the innocent'. Why?"
"You can real Latin as well?" Mazy asked getting over her shock that he had been able to translate that without even blinking, well all demigods could because it was hard wired into them instead of English or their native language, "isn't that really hard? All of us at camp have dyslexia too, and your aunt said you do just not bad…what other languages do you know?"
"English, Latin, Romania, Italia and Ancient Greek," he listed off for them closing the book and placing it back in his backpack so he could talk to them properly without being seen as rude, "English because I needed it being from England, Latin and Romanian because the headmaster of the school I am listed for when I turn eleven demands all students be fluent in them by end of first year, because I was listed from birth they tried to make it easier and gave me a head start, and my babysitter in England always spoke Italian so I picked it up and she taught me how to read it as well. I've always known Greek apparently; I read in my mum's journal that I spoke Greek before English - mi̱téra, which was my first word."
"Yea all of us at camp had something like that," Carl agreed with a grin, he liked this kid already, "right so this camp is for special kids, you know Greek mythology right? Some at least?"
"Well it isn't mythology." Grover smirked lifting up the trouser of his leg to show his 'hairy' legs, he was after all half goats, "the gods are real and still around, I am a Satyr and you and these two are demigods."
"Our father is Hermes," Mazy said in a soft voice, she didn't want to overwhelm Harry as he was new to all of this and she and Carl had a hard time adjusting themselves and they had been fifteen when they found out, "we know that it is your father that is the immortal parent, because Lily Evans was your mother and gave birth to you, Petunia was there apparently, we asked. Don't be disappointed if you aren't claimed right away or at all, sometimes it is better that way so you don't get attached, we only see our father once a year if that, laws and all."
"So I am a demigod?" Harry clarified blinking at them, then sighed and turned to look out of the window trying to take it all in, either Petunia was lying and his real mother was alive or his biological father was still around either way his parent couldn't visit often and may not even claim him.