It had not been Harry that had screamed, not at all. It was instead a strange creature, half goat and half man. It had a large wooden club grasped in both hands, and it was currently occupied beating the part of the snake where the two heads were joined. The scream, Harry figured, had been a war cry, distracting the creature enough that it didn't kill him. The half man half goat (satyr, a voice inside Harry whispered) was a pretty buff guy, and seemed to be around 20 years old. With a final, mighty "Dieeeeeeee!" from the satyr, the snake seemed to collapse. As in, not being there anymore. The skin of the snake folded itself together, and yellow dust poured out of the skin. And on top of the pile of dust, the satyr stood with his club, wearing a defiant expression on his face.

Harry could only gape. Here, he had been seconds away from death, only to be saved by a goat-man. Then, Harry began to accept it. Yes, he had been saved by something out of a myth from something out of a myth. Yes, his savior was half goat. And yes, he had no idea if the satyr would kill him too.

"Names Ferdinand. Yours?" asked the satyr gruffly. He looked annoyed, as if he would rather be anywhere but there.

"H-harry, sir" stuttered Harry in response. He was, after all, afraid that Ferdinand would kill him. Best to be on his best behaviour.

"Well then, since you don't have a weapon on you… I would guess that you don't know?" said Ferdinand, hesitant.

"Don't know what? Sir." added Harry hastily. Ferdinand sighed and rubbed his hand in his face.

"Well, I'll give you a quick rundown. The greek gods are real. So are demigods and everything from the… myths." said Ferdinand, spitting the last word. The contempt for the word was clear.

"Since you were attacked by a monster, that means you are one of those demigods, or at the very least a descendant of one. Now, demigods are attacked quite regularly by monsters, though this monster was a more special one. Point is, we need to get you to safety. Luckily for you, safety is called Camp Half-Blood, and is located here in Montauk" continued Ferdinand. Harry could almost not believe it. It all seemed so surreal, so, so, unbelievable. But still, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered to him that it was the truth, that he should follow this satyr.

With accepting that he was a demigod, another problem arose. Had one of his parents cheated on the other? Was he not a Potter, or his mother's son? Luckily, he could take solace in another thing Ferdinand had revealed: he may just be a descendant.

"Now, the camp is about half an hour away, walking. You don't look like you have much in the way of stamina, scrawny as you are. We have to get moving, as fast as possible" ordered Ferdinand. And so they walked at a fast pace. Ferdinand was obviously more fit, and seemed anxious about the fact that they were walking and not running. As they walked, Harry began asking more and more about the Greek world. Ferdinand answered as patiently as one could expect from him. Yes, he most likely had siblings. Yes, he had real family. Yes, they would help him survive. And yes, he was most likely no longer an orphan. The last bit ignited conflicting feelings in Harry. On one hand, to actually have a parent, that was something Harry had always been dreaming of. On the other hand, what an asshole the parent must be, to leave him at the mercy of the Dursleys.

"You see that hill over there?" Ferdinand asked, and pointed to a small hill in front of them. Harry nodded.

"Camp Half-Blood is right past that" said Ferdinand. A small smile ignited itself on Harry's face. And that was when it all went wrong. A shadow flew over them. When they looked up, they could see five creatures, each a little bigger than a horse. They were winged, and had the back of a horse and the front of an eagle. Hippogriffs. Harry was snapped out of his stupor by one of them screeching and diving towards him. Ferdinand was frantically trying to pull Harry with him.

"Come on, we can still make it!" shouted Ferdinand as they ran towards the hill, towards safety. They had to constantly turn their heads so that they could dodge the Hippogriffs that were diving towards them. And then, a few meters from the top of the hill, Harry slipped on the grass. A cry came from his throat. Ferdinand could do nothing as a Hippogriff grabbed Harry's body of the ground, and lifted him ten, twenty meters into the air. The Hippogriff that held Harry in its front claws was suddenly attacked by one of the other Hippogriffs. They seemed to be fighting over who of them that should get Harry. The Hippogriff that was attacked saw no choice but to drop Harry to the ground, so that it could defend itself with its claws.

This entailed that Harry was plummeting twenty meters, straight downwards. The cry came back, this time much stronger. Harry had no broom, no wand, nothing to protect himself. He could only scream as the ground came closer and closer. He felt a small pain in his legs as he hit the ground. Then, nothing.

Harry woke up slowly. He was laying on something soft, most likely a bed. He could gradually begin to hear a few noises, but he still felt very tired. Outside, sounds of metal against metal could be heard, but also children's laughter. As he was laying on the bed, he tried to remember what had happened. He and Ferdinand had been attacked by Hippogriffs. He had been dropped about twenty meters of the ground. He was pleasantly surprised to feel no pain from his legs. Just to be sure that they hadn't been cut off, he twitched his toes. Whew, his feet had luckily survived.

After laying silent for a bit more, he opened his eyes. He was in a white, sterile room. It didn't have a cold feel to it, like he would expect, but rather a warm feeling, not quite unlike the summer that was outside. He sat up in bed, and found himself wearing an orange T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Neither of them were his. As he was propping himself up on the headboard and his pillows, someone came into his room.

It was a teenager, about seventeen years old. He looked fit, but Harry couldn't quite see under the doctor's coat the teenager was wearing. He had shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, and a stethoscope slung around his neck. If there was anything he looked like, it was a stereotypical surfer that had decided to dress up like a stereotypical doctor.

"So, finally awake then? Do you feel any pain, discomfort, anything?" asked the teenager.

"No sir, I feel perfectly fine. Though, may I ask why my legs aren't broken? I fell quite far, and landed on my legs, so I thought they would at least be bruised" asked Harry.

"Well, from what I've been told, Ferdinand explained about the greek world to you" here, he looked questiongly at Harry. Harry nodded to confirm that he had, in fact, been told about it.

"Well, we've got some extraordinary medicine here at Camp Half-Blood. Food of the gods, called ambrosia and nectar. We've injected you with some nectar while you were asleep, so you should be up in a jiffy. Well, we just have to make some more checks, bones are always quite tricky to heal with godly stuff." said the doctor.

"Tell me if you feel any discomfort now" said the doctor, and began poking Harry's legs with his pencil. Harry didn't feel a thing, and told him so.

"Well, that's a relief. I'll go get Ferdinand, and he can show you around camp. By the way, what's your name?" asked the doctor.

"Harry. Harry Potter" answered Harry.

"Jay. Jay Harden. Son of Apollo." replied the doctor. Harry found himself alone again as Jay went to find Ferdinand. After only two minutes, Jay came back with Ferdinand.

"Well, I'll leave you two now. Consider yourself released." said Jay as he walked away, scribbling something down on his clipboard. Harry got out of bed, and was shown the way out of the sick bay. Outside, the sun was shining. The whole of camp was covered in fresh, green grass, with exceptions like something that looked like an arena, a volleyball court and an amphitheater. Buildings seemed to be placed at random here and there, and the sick bay was a buildon on a big, blue house. Ferdinand guided Harry towards a group of twelve large cabins, pointing out different things as they walked.

"Over there we have the volleyball court" here, he pointed at a patch of sand with a net stretched over it. It was currently unoccupied. "-and over there we have the arena." here, he pointed at a large circle of sand with a couple of benches at the side. Teenagers, young adults and kids were fighting with knives, swords, spears and daggers. At the side, some were practicing archery. One of them, curiously, used a crossbow.

"The arena is where we train with weapons, and is the place at Camp Half-Blood with the highest number of deaths, after the volleyball court." explained Ferdinand. Harry looked at him weirdly at the last part. They trudged on, until they got to the cabins. Harry idly noticed that they were arranged in the form of a horseshoe.

"Here, we have the cabins where the demigods sleep. You sleep in different cabins based on who your godly parent is. As you haven't been claimed yet, you will sleep in the Hermes cabin. Any questions so far?" asked Ferdinand.

"Yes, just one. What does being claimed mean?" asked Harry.

"Well, it is your godly parent proclaiming that you are his or hers son. It usually happens with the god's symbol appearing over your head. So,if you are a son of Apollo, a sun appears over your head, but if you're a son of Ares, you have a hog appear over your head. Makes sense?" asked Ferdinand. Harry nodded, because, in a way, it did.

"Well, let's meat your cabin councillor. He's got a free period now, so he's most likely trying to clean his cabin a little. He's a neat freak, you see." said Ferdinand, guiding Harry with him towards the Hermes cabin. Ferdinand knocked on the door, before walking in. Harry nervously followed him in, hiding in the back of the cabin.

"Ah, just the man I was looking for! Michael Roscoe, meet Harry Potter. Harry Potter, meet Michael Roscoe" said Ferdinand as he introduced them to each other. Michael was a boy of about seventeen, with a somewhat round, yet still handsome face. He had blue eyes, a tan that seemed to be year-around, and long, dark bags under his eyes. Seriously, was everyone in camp tanned? He too, had an orange T-shirt with the same design as Harry. Michael stuck out his hand, and they shook.

"Well Michael, if you can take over his tour from here, I'll be going to meet with Chiron. Have to discuss about legal papers for Harry here. Harry, Chiron will be expecting you in about two hours, meet at the Big House." said Ferdinand as he left. An awkward silence hung in the air, as the two teens stood in the dark cabin. Michael began fidgeting with his hands soon, as he began to look around the cabin. Harry looked around, and found it to be nice, if a little cramped. There wasn't much in the way of light, and cots with sleeping bags on them were spread about.

"Want to help me tidy the place?" asked Michael, a faint hope behind his eyes.

"Yeah, sure" answered Harry. They started cleaning and such in silence for a bit, before Harry began asking Michael about camp, and the greek world. Michael was quiet for a bit, but he quickly warmed up to Harry once he discovered that Harry had a talent for cleaning. When they were done and had found a place for Harry to sleep, Harry reckoned he may have gotten a new friend. All in all, he was quite hungry when they were heading out. After a small discussion, they decided to grab a bit of lunch before Michael would show him the rest of the camp. Michael showed the way to the dining pavilion, where they had a burger each, and drinks from the coolest goblets Harry had ever seen.

With full bellies, Michael showed Harry the rest of the camp. There was the stable with winged horses, pegasi! There was also a rock climbing wall with lava, an armory, a forge, a forest filled with dangers, and even a lake! Camp was filled with exciting things, things Harry couldn't wait to experience himself. Soon, however, the meeting with Chiron was imminent. Chiron, Harry had learned, was a centaur and the leader of camp. Harry soon found himself walking with Michael into a small room, just inside the Big House.

"Well, you must be Harry then. Have Michael showed you around camp?" asked Chiron. Chiron seemed to be a middle aged man from the waist up. He had thinning brown hair, a brown beard, and brown eyes. As he sported a tan too, brown would be the best way to describe Chiron, especially the part of him that was a horse was also coloured brown.

"Yes sir, he's been very nice" answered Harry nervously. He was, after all, afraid that Michael would get in trouble.

"Excellent, if you would both please be seated" here, he pointed towards a small coffee table with three chairs. Harry and Michael sat down, while Chiron kneeled on the other side of the table. A few papers were laying at the table.

"Now, here we have the legal papers that we found in your backpack." here, he pulled up Harry's passport and birth certificate.

"But we also found a wand. It is yours, right?" asked Chiron, as he placed Harry's wand on the table.

"Yes sir" gulped Harry, still a little nervous.

"Well, as you are a wizard and a foreign citizen, we have some more problems. I assume you go to Hogwarts, as you are british?" asked Chiron.

"Yes sir, I go to Hogwarts. Is it going to be any problem with me staying here? If not, I could just leave, I don't wa-" here, Chiron interrupted Harry.

"It will be no bother at all, don't worry. I'll just have to contact the American Wizarding Congress, and draw up some papers for you. It is easier for us to become the ward of someone, as we have some wizards in the know. Now, over to other matters. From your deficiency of vital nutrients, your previous reaction and you being underweight, I would wager a guess that you were abused" said Chiron. Harry looked quite alarmed.

"Is, is that going to be a problem? Sir?" asked Harry.

"Not to worry. Unfortunately, or fortunately in your case, we are experts in dealing with child abuse. We'll just set you on a diet, get you a special training regimen, and you'll be ready to join the other's generic training program in about two weeks. Every cabin councillor has been through a course in basic psychology, so you will have a few sessions with Michael here, your councillor until you've been claimed. Do you have any further questions?" asked Chiron. Harry shook his head.

"Good. I just need you to sign a few papers for me, and we'll meet again in early August to discuss your education in the wizarding world." said Chiron. Harry read through the papers, and signed them. After taking his backpack with him and making sure his passport and birth certificate were safe with Chiron, he and Michael walked out of the Big House. It was around four in the afternoon, so they quickly went back to the cabin so Harry could dump his belongings there. After that, they went to the dining pavilion for dinner with the others. Harry was a little nervous that the others wouldn't like him, but if they were as nice as Michael, he could see himself getting more friends.

"Now, after we have taken what we want to eat, we usually sacrifice a part of the meal to the gods. I almost always sacrifice to my father, Hermes, but I sometimes sacrifice to others if I feel thankful for something from them. We sacrifice by dumping a part of our meal in the hearth. Understood?" asked Michael. Harry nodded, deciding on who he wanted to sacrifice to. First of, Hermes, because he let people stay in his cabin. Secondly, he would sacrifice to his godly parent, whoever that was. Thirdly, he would sacrifice to Apollo, as it was his children that had nursed him back to health.

The rest of the cabin soon caught up with them, and they stood in a line. Harry had a slice of loaf, and some lasagna along with some soda. As Harry sacrificed his food to the gods, he also tried to pour some of his soda over the hearth. Luckily, he was stopped by Michael before he could embarrass himself in front of the whole camp. After gobbling down his meal (it truly was delicious), he went with the others to the Amphitheater, where they sang around a bonfire. Harry went to bed that night, stomach full with lasagna and marshmallows, and head full of dreams and hopes.

As the days went by, Harry found himself getting more and more friends (family, a small voice whispered in his head), and he got happier and healthier. The training regimen was hard, but not as hard as it would be if he was a mortal. That was a difference with demigods, they were naturally stronger, more attractive, more intelligent and more agile than the average mortal, as Harry soon learned to call them. He also went to bed with a full stomach and a head full of Ancient Greek words, as they were a few of the lessons he was allowed. He wasn't the only one who was in a post-abusive program, he also had Ryan and Jeff with him. They were all three unclaimed, and the three twelve year olds soon became friends. The sessions with Michael were soon over too - though that did not mean they stopped being friends.

Two weeks after he had gotten to camp, Harry celebrated his recovery, and soon cursed it as he became caught up in the most intense physical exercises he had ever gone through. It was simply horrible, and Harry went to bed with his body aching all over, and a few cuts from sword fight. Harry personally preferred hand-to-hand combat, but he was also quite good with swords. By the time his birthday had arrived, he was as healthy as any other half-blood at camp. He was still unclaimed, as was Ryan, but Jeff had been claimed by Hephaestus. Harry was the happiest he had ever been, and he had gladly participate in celebrating the fourth of July with his friends. He got some teasing about him being a brit, but it was never with ill intent. Soon, August approached and so did the meeting with Chiron. Harry was called to the Big House during Ancient Greek, something that was met with whispers of "lucky bastard".

"So, you have three options as I see them." began Chiron when Harry was seated.

"One: You stay at camp year-round, being home-schooled in magic, though it will mainly be self-study. You will have to pass annual exams at the AWC. Option two: You enroll in Ilvermorny, the american wizarding school, but continue with your holidays here at camp. Number three, you continue at Hogwarts, but stay your holidays here. Either way, you will have to stay at camp during the holidays, as you are not yet strong enough to protect yourself." said Chiron. Harry sat in deep thought. On one hand, he loved camp and never wanted to leave, on the other, he also loved Hogwarts. It was a tough choice, but he could settle for the compromise.

"I'll want to continue at Hogwarts, but I also want to stay at camp." answered Harry.

"Well, I'll set things up for you, and I'll order some papers you need to sign. I expect they will be here in a week. Now onto the other reason I called you here. As most of your family is american, and you seem to like it here, Michael has proposed the idea of dual citizenship. It would not make you less of a brit, if that is what you are afraid of, but it will make you an american too. It will make it easier to get certain things done in america, particularly regarding guardianship and such. It would also be easier for you to get a permit for using your wand outside of school." said Chiron.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I love it here, and everyone is nice to me, and, and-" here, Chiron interrupted Harry.

"Well, I'll get some more papers for you to sign. I'll also get you a portkey, so you can easily travel to and from camp." said Chiron. He smiled at Harry, before bidding him goodbye.

AN: Ha, take that guest who thought this was abandoned! I am a slow writer, but I'll try my best to update as often as I can. Thanks for the reviews, but please tell me if I've written something wrong, it's the only way I can improve.