Authors note: I apologize to anyone who thinks that this story is going too slow, but I have my reasons. I have never done this before, so it's a little harder to write fan fiction than it is to write an original story. I don't want to accuse anyone, but I just want people to understand that I'm doing the best that I can. Anyway, this chapter should pick up some speed now that Harry is back to normal. Like I said, this will be the second to last chapter of this first story, but there will be more to come. I wanted to talk about Harry's years at Camp Half Blood before I send him to school. Now, without further ado, the chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson series.

Third person POV

Percy and his cousin Tom were in the big house taking care of the youngest demigod when something very strange happened. As soon as all of the traces of Dumbledore's dark magic left Harry's forehead, the boy's fever finally broke and he seemed to grow before their eyes. Before the older boys knew it, Harry Potter was once again his seven-year-old self, but he looked nothing like he had the night that Percy had first found him. Harry's cheeks had a healthy glow to them and for once, he was finally able to sit up all by himself. What shocked Percy and Tom the most was when Harry finally asked, "where the heck am I? And who the heck are you?"

The older boys exchanged startled looks, but it was Percy who finally answered his younger brother's question. "Harry, you are in the infirmary at a place called Camp Half Blood, a place where warriors and heroes are trained. And I am Percy Jackson, the person who has been taking care of you for a long time." Then Percy pointed at Tom and added, "and this, is your cousin Tom. He's the one who removed your scar for you so that you could feel better."

Harry looked confused. "Half blood? What's a half blood? I don't understand. I know that I'm different, but I don't really know what a half blood is," he said.

Tom had been about to say something, but Percy stopped him. "In what way did you think you were different, Harry?" Percy asked gently.

The seven-year-old looked even more confused as he answered, "well, I'm not really sure. But I kind of remember getting really scared and then ending up in the middle of the ocean somewhere. I don't really remember how I got there. I just know that I was scared of you!" And then the seven-year-old pointed his finger at the oldest demigod and glared angrily at him. "You killed my parents!" Harry cried angrily. "Why should I trust you? Why should I trust you even if you are my cousin? I had a cousin before and he wasn't very nice."

The son of Hades watched calmly as Harry's anger was directed at him. He couldn't exactly blame the kid for feeling the way he did. He had been led to believe that a dark Lord was after him all because of the stupid manipulations of the stupid headmaster. Tom didn't exactly blame Harry for not trusting him and it certainly was made even more difficult by the fact that Tom was a son of Hades, so naturally all demigods feared him for his powers. "Hey, Harry," Voldemort said gently, "it's not like that. It's not like that at all! If you would just let me explain..."

"No!" Harry yelled, tears running down his cheeks. "I saw you in my memories. You looked like a snake and your eyes were red. You had no nose or hair. I keep seeing the green light every time I close my eyes and it's you I see holding that wand in your hand. It's your fault that my mother is dead and she can never come back!"

The oldest demigod took a seat across from his cousin and waited patiently until his rant was done. After a while, Tom said gently, "no, it wasn't like that. Yes, it did happen, Harry, but I didn't kill her. And if I did, I can assure you that I really didn't want to. All I wanted to do was protect you. Harry, you have to listen to me. When that happened to you six years ago, I was drugged. I was not in my right mind that night. Trust me, child, if I had been, you wouldn't have been sick for as long as you had. I was sent to protect you and take you to Camp much earlier than this."

"Again, what is it with this camp?" Harry asked confusedly. "I see people wearing armor and using swords and stuff, but I don't understand. Why is everything written in Greek? And why is it that I can read it and understand it?"

Percy, who had still been in the room, smiled and answered, "Harry, do you remember the picture you drew for me and the words that you had written? Is it difficult for you to read because the words rearrange themselves? Do you often feel antsy like you can't sit still?"

The younger boy thought about Percy's questions and he nodded as he remembered trying to read one of Dudley's children's books that he had snuck into his cupboard earlier that summer. He remembered how the words scrambled around and danced in front of his eyes as he tried in vain to understand what they said. "Yes, I snuck a children's book into my cupboard earlier this summer to see if I could read it. The letters and words always got mixed up and scrambled around. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't make sense of what the story was about. As for feeling antsy, I couldn't walk before, so it's hard to answer that question." Harry hung his head in shame after he finished his story.

Percy seemed to notice Harry's discomfort, because he said gently, "that's because the book you were trying to read was written in English. You are what most mortals would call dyslexic. You can understand and speak English, but you are not able to read it. As for you being able to read and understand ancient Greek however, this is because you are not only half mortal, but you are half Greek God as well. You are a demigod, more commonly known as a half blood."

"So, one of my parents is alive then?" Harry asked hopefully. "I have family other than the Dursleys?"

The older boys nodded in the affirmative and without warning, the little seven-year-old ran over to them and gave them a hug. Percy couldn't help but smile at the energetic seven-year-old as he ran around testing his muscles. Now that he was feeling better, Harry was finally able to walk around and talk just like any normal seven-year-old. Well, except for the ADHD part. But who cared about that? Most demigods had it anyway. "Okay kid," Percy said with a slight laugh, "I'm going to take you to the main part of the house so that you can talk to Chiron. He will be able to explain other things that I can't." But just before Percy and Harry could move, a glowing, holographic, Green Trident appeared above the younger boy's head. It stayed there for a moment before it faded away into nothingness. Both Tom and Percy were kneeling along with the rest of the campers who were outside. Apparently, Poseidon's sign had been glowing brightly enough so that everyone around the whole camp could see it. "All hail, Harry Potter, the son of Poseidon!" Percy cried with joy. "Lord of horses, the stormbringer, earth shaker, and God of the oceans and seas."

And that's how it was for an entire week afterwards. Percy's friend, Annabeth came back from her quest to find not only Percy in his cabin, but two other people who were his younger half siblings. The Golden Fleece had been found and it turned out that it was no longer needed for the people in the infirmary, but the tree that used to be the daughter of Zeus was starting to get sick and so the Golden Fleece had been draped around its branches for all to see.

Although Harry did not know Annabeth very well, she always treated him like her younger brother and answered any questions that he had about anything. It was a strange match, but sometimes she and Harry would train together, and sometimes she would even be on his team for capture the flag.

Harry Potter had been at Camp Half Blood for two years now and he thoroughly enjoyed it. He was now nine years old and easily one of the funniest campers around. As the campers looked at him now, they never guessed that he had been extremely disabled for six years of his life because he now ran around the sword arena as if nothing could stop him. As it turned out, his older sister's dreams about her friend's look-alike had been visions about an older half blood named Luke. Luke used to be the head counselor of the Hermes cabin until he sided with Kronos that is. Percy had told his younger sister and brother stories about how Luke had tried to kill him because it was on Kronos's orders. When they had asked him if everything was true, Percy looked at his younger siblings very solemnly, saying that it was true and that he might try to come some day and invade the camp. In order for his younger siblings to understand this, Percy told them of the prophecy that was to be fulfilled in two years time. When Harry heard the lines of the prophecy, he shivered involuntarily. "Does this mean that you will have to die?" He asked, moving closer to his older brother for comfort. "I don't want to lose any of my family."

"No one really knows what the prophecy means," Percy answered gently. "But if I were you kid, I wouldn't worry about it too much. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." And as if by instinct, Percy glanced at the clock and realized how late it was. "My gods, I didn't realize how late it was!" He exclaimed. "If we don't hurry up, we will be late for archery! Come on let's go!" And then by the time Percy and his siblings reached the archery field, almost all of the head counselors, including Alex Phillips from Apollo were there. Meg, who was now 10 years old, smiled at her surrogate brother in a somewhat dreamy fashion. Alex saw her and smiled back. He had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing at the look on her face. "Well, it took you long enough, seaweed brain," Annabeth said teasingly as she came up behind Percy and took her place in line.

Percy just glared playfully at her. "Whatever you say, wise girl," he replied. Turning to Harry, Percy asked jokingly, "are you ready to kick some Olympian butt, little bro?" Harry nodded vigorously as he eagerly took up his bow and arrows and slung them over his back.

Since the two years had passed, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades got their revenge not only on the former headmaster of Hogwarts, but on Molly Weasley as well. She not only set up in a legal marriage contract, but she also disguised three of her oldest children to look like her, when in fact, they were actually demigods. They made her tell the truth and then they sent her to the underworld while she was still alive. And for that reason alone, the fields of punishment were doubly hard for her. The three oldest children; Bill, Charlie, and ironically enough, Percy, were rescued and revealed to be the sons of Hephaestus, Ares, and Athena. Well with Percy Weasley, it was no surprise that he was Athena's child because he loved to read books and gain all the knowledge he possibly could for the future. Although the two Percys looked nothing alike, people still got them confused. Maybe it was the fact that they both had similar situations, who knew. But, maybe not. Either way, each one of the demigods that had been rescued swore they would never go back to Hogwarts ever again. As for the headmaster, his soul became whole once again and he spent the rest of his life thinking about everything he had done wrong. Albus was no longer part of the wizarding world and it meant nothing to him, but he could still feel their presence whenever they were close by.

As for Arthur, When he realized that he was no longer under his wife's control, He did the sensible thing by pulling his other four children out of school and home schooling them. He also went to the bank and gave up the keys to the potter vault. When Mister Weasley asked about the headmaster's access, they told him that the Goddess of magic herself had cut it off when she had removed her blessing on him and not to worry.

As the seasons passed, the time grew closer and closer when Percy had to face Luke. His once friend, now enemy, was actually the hero that would either save Olympus or destroy it. Percy just had to fight him and hopefully make the right choice. During that time, all three Poseidon children became very close with each other and Thalia, who had been freed from her tree, did not become a hunter. She was too boy crazy for that. But that is another story.

I lied. I told you all that this was the second to last chapter, but it is the last one for this story. I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope you all continue to write your own stories. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. It means a lot... Stay tuned for the sequel. The sequel to this story will be called "Twisted Faith" and it will be posted as soon as I can. Again, thank you for reading and reviewing this.