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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Sirius wouldn't have died. If I owned Percy Jackson, Luke would have never died, but rather redeemed himself before his possession by Kronos at the end of the Battle of the Labyrinth.

Honestly, Harry was tired.

He wished he could just lay there, like Percy, contentedly passed out without a care in the world.

How they managed to get themselves landed into a lifeboat again, you ask?

Well, it's quite simple really: Charybdis sucks up the water and spits it back out, pistons get overstrained and boiler room overheats due to to it somehow (as in, there was a reason, he just didn't know what), then Scylla creates chaos and Percy gets launched into the air in the midst of it, and they just escaped in the lifeboats and let loose the winds from the thermos when the ship went- KAROOM!

Even then, as if to add to the gloomy mood. Not long after, in fact almost immediately, the absence of Tyson was noticed. He had gone to fix the pistons, if not for him then maybe the ship wouldn't even have held up for as long as it did, given the kind of groaning sounds she made at the time. He never came back up the deck.

Harry and Annabeth passed the time in silence, the only noticeable sound between them was Percy's deep breathing as he slept. His throat tightened. Percy would be devastated.

Currently, they were in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched of gray uniform fabric. It was only meant for two people, but a little magic had taken care of the balance of the boat to keep it from disrupting. Annabeth was across from him and Percy, scanning the ocean and tacking into the wind.

Percy groaned.

Annabeth's eyes snapped to him. He tried to sit up, keyword being tried.

"Rest," Annabeth said. "You're going to need it."

"I'll say," Harry piped up. "I don't know how many more heart attacks you're gonna give me."

Percy glared at him maliciously so he understood it wasn't a time to joke. He blushed and apologised. Percy sighed.

"Tyson…?"

None of them said a word. Percy's shoulders slumped as the waves tossed their boat up and down.

"He may have survived," Annabeth said halfheartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him."

"Neither can water, for that matter," Harry added his two knuts, "and he's a cyclops. He knew what he was doing. We have to believe in him."

It didn't help Percy's mood one bit. He shook his head and said, "There was no way he could have survived that explosion. He was right around the focus of it."

Harry stayed silent. What should he say? What could he say, for that matter?

Waves lapped the boat. Annabeth showed some of the things she'd salvaged from the wreckage—Hermes's thermos (now empty), a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia, a couple of sailors' shirts, and a bottle of Dr Pepper. Annabeth had rescued Percy out of the water and found his knapsack, bitten in half by Scylla's teeth. Most of the stuff had floated away, but he still had Hermes's bottle of multivitamins, and of course he had Riptide. The ballpoint pen always appeared back into his pocket no matter where he lost it.

Harry pulled his backpack out of his pocket and unshrunk it. Having nothing else to do for at least a couple of hours, he pulled out his laptop.

He opened it and went straight to the store. Suddenly recalling his statements to Professor Vector, he started looking for online studies. How the internet was so strong in the middle of nowhere in the sea of monsters (it gave a speed of roughly 73.2 mbps), Harry honestly had no idea, but he supposed it was one of the many perks of having one with divine technology. He did know that it was somehow connected to the mortal version of the Internet too. He guessed that Olympus had its own server that spread far across the world and was strongest within the West, and depended on how far you were from it. But he wasn't complaining, nope, hey, it allowed him to play many games that were supposed to be on other platforms but weren't there on PC, but he had almost no problems there since Apollo and Hermes had their own collaborative store which had almost every game ever released on every platform, and also had its own collection of every (mortal, immortal ones were on Hephaestus TV) TV show ever made, including anime. The catch was, you just had to have a membership.

Now for mortals or wizards this would have been hard since they couldn't really purchase one, be it one reason or the other, but for Harry it wouldn't have really been a problem, you know with his wealth and all, but his mother had pulled some strings for everything and it already came with a full-term membership. He snorted. He had a pretty good image of his mother threatening his uncle into it, with some pretty harsh threats. When it came to him or her hunters, Artemis really was an overprotective mama bear. One of her sacred animals was a bear for many reasons after all. She put their safety above everything, but she seemed to have thought about his boredom as well. Now you see why he called her the coolest goddess?

It was also no problem for compatibility, you know, divine technology and all. Speaking of which, he wanted to investigate the laptop fully, he still remembered his mother's comments about the laptop being more versatile/customizable than it looked.

So anyway, back on topic, where was he? Right, he was looking for online studies. He continued scrolled down and down, everyonce in a while finding an app but it still did not suffice for what he was looking for. Then, an eternity later, he found something. Aha! Bingo. Perikles' Tuitions: Eveready For Your Studies. The app's size was a fair amount. Quickly going through the description, Harry found that it had a very huge collection of course, along with its own collection of books and novels. It also required a membership, and this time he wasn't lucky. But no worries, he could very much purchase one.

He knew he could have probably studied online from a website anyway. But, the thing was, on the app Store, you could maybe find many apps which were designed for a specific purpose by the respective god/goddess, and they were usually the best sort of apps you would find for the task. Like, Harry had found an app last year called LoveHub which was basically for…

No! Get out of the gutter! Bad mind! Bad mind!

Yeah, you get the picture. So right. No he didn't download the app, you sick-minded people! Stop laughing! The way you could tell them from the others was checking the currency for membership or premium membership of the app. If it was mortal currency, mortal. If it was golden drachmae, it was immortal. Or, if it was some wizarding currency, Hecate and magic-related stuff. And… there we go. This app was godly. Jeez, an app for tuitions, note-making, and studying. I wonder whosoever's app could it be?

Before you make your own assumptions about how he knew about that, stop right there. He knew because Annabeth had installed an app called Daedalus' Architecture. She insisted that she pay him back for the membership, since he graciously purchased a full-term membership for her. He refused at first, but hey, who was he to argue when she started smoothing her nails with her dagger?

He purchased the app from his gringotts card (he just had to enter the latin inscriptions in place of the card no., vault no. in place of the CVC, and his security pin and he was good), and a membership, full-term one. It was expensive, but not overly so. It had taken a letter to Gringotts to find if he could use the card for online payments? They had sent a very rude reply back but telling him what he asked and the how nonetheless.

He did wonder for who all these apps were for, after all it wasn't like mortals could pay in golden drachmae now, was it?

And wizards? Pfft. Please. Those lazy ass bigoted pure-blood bastards probably wouldn't even know something like a laptop or the internet existed, much less these apps. At least in Britain.

With the app successfully downloaded and installed, Harry checked the time and closed the laptop.

He had been using the laptop for roughly an hour. Percy and Annabeth were passing the time in silence, Percy controlling the ocean currents with Annabeth tacking into the wind.

He was suddenly aware of the heat burning his body. He was drenched in sweat, hadn't even noticed it. Just his habit of getting carried away, nothing much. Percy opened a bottle of Dr Pepper and sipped, passing it around to them. They took turns sipping it.

But even it couldn't last much longer. Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore. He cast a few cooling charms around themselves, he had just learnt them past term. Both of them shivered a little from the sudden change in the surrounding temperature, but looked extremely relieved.

He stared into the sea, not feeling like doing anything at all. Here in the Sea of Monsters, the water glittered a more brilliant green, like Hydra acid. The wind smelled fresh and salty, but it carried a strange metallic scent, too–as if a thunderstorm were coming. Or something even more dangerous.

Percy talked about his latest dream of Grover.

By Annabeth's estimate, they had less than twenty-four hours to find Grover, assuming Percy's dream was accurate, and assuming the Cyclops Polyphemus didn't change his mind and try to marry Grover earlier.

"Yeah," Percy said bitterly. "You can never trust a Cyclops."

Annabeth stared across the water. "I'm sorry, Percy. I was wrong about Tyson, okay? I wish I could tell him that."

"You said that?" Harry asked.

Annabeth nodded sadly, still staring into the sea.

They continued talking for a while, playing, joking, and for a while, both Harry and Percy could almost believe that nothing was wrong, it was just three best friends out on an ocean adventure. Except for Percy, there was always the nagging feeling of loss of Tyson.

Sometime later, a seagull swooped down out of nowhere and landed on their makeshift mast. Annabeth looked startled as the bird dropped a small cluster of leaves into her lap.

"Land," she said excitedly. "There's land nearby!"

Sure enough, there was a line of blue and brown in the distance. Another minute and he could make out an island with a small mountain in the center, a dazzling white collection of buildings, a beach dotted with palm trees, and a harbor filled with a strange assortment of boats.

"Welcome!" said the lady with the clipboard.

She looked like a flight attendant—blue business suit, perfect makeup, hair pulled back in a ponytail. She shook their hands as we stepped onto the dock. With the dazzling smile, she looked every bit like the perfect hostess.

Their rowboat wasn't the weirdest ship in port. Along with a bunch of pleasure yachts, there was a U.S. Navy submarine, several dugout canoes, and an old-fashioned three-masted sailing ship. There was a helipad with a "Channel Five Fort Lauderdale" helicopter on it, and a short runway with a Learjet and a propeller plane that looked like a World War II fighter. Maybe they were replicas for tourists to look at or something.

"Is this your first time with us?" the clipboard lady inquired.

Percy and Annabeth exchanged looks. Harry quickly went into 'Heir-mode'.

"You would be correct in assuming that, madam," he said, with an aristocratic smile plastered on his face. "If you do not mind, fair lady, I would tremendously enjoy to know at whatever place all of us currently are."

The lady smiled, "You are at C.C.'s Spa & Resort of course. My, it sure has been a while since I've seen someone with manners such as yours, what a fine young gentleman."

It was all for Harry's own training for whole summer talking to random ladies his age and above at local parks and restaurants that he kept himself from going red.

The woman was jotting down notes at her clipboard. "Hmm… Let's see…"

"A herbal wrap to start for the young lady. And of course, a complete makeover for the two gentlemen. Although maybe the polite one could use something else..."

"A what?" Percy asked, still looking at Harry in disbelief. Harry paid him no mind.

She was too busy jotting down notes to answer.

"Right!" She said with a breezy smile. "Well, I'm sure C.C. will want to speak with you personally before the luau. Come, please."

The trio had pretty much experiences with traps, and usually those traps looked good at first. So they expected the clipboard lady to turn into a snake or a demon, or something, any minute. But on the other hand, they'd been floating in a rowboat for most of the day. Hot, tired, and hungry, and when this lady mentioned a luau, his stomach growled… hey wait, doesn't it seem familiar…? No, just his mind playing tricks on him. But there was still the nagging feeling that he was missing a piece in the puzzle.

"I guess it couldn't hurt," Annabeth muttered.

Of course it could, but they followed the lady anyway. His hand trailed Sagittarius ready to flick any moment this lady turned into something else or led them to their doom.

The place was amazing. There was white marble and blue water everywhere.

Terraces climbed up the side of the mountain, with swimming pools on every level, connected by water slides and waterfalls and underwater tubes you could swim through. Fountains sprayed water into the air, forming impossible shapes, like flying eagles and galloping horses.

"You okay?" Annabeth asked Percy, startling Harry. "You look pale."

"I'm okay," Percy replied, not looking at her. "Just … let's keep walking."

They passed all kinds of tame animals. A sea turtle napped in a stack of beach towels. A leopard stretched out asleep on the diving board. The resort guests—only young women, as far as Harry could see—lounged in deck chairs, drinking fruit smoothies or reading magazines while herbal gunk dried on their faces and manicurists in white uniforms did their nails.

As they headed up a staircase toward what looked like the main building, Harry heard a woman singing. Her voice drifted through the air like a lullaby. Her words were in some language other than Ancient Greek, but just as old—Minoan, maybe, or something like that. He could understand what she sang about—moonlight in the olive groves, the colors of the sunrise. And magic. Something about magic. Her voice seemed to ease his mind and make him feel so carefree, but…

They came into a big room where the whole front wall was windows. The back wall was covered in mirrors, so the room seemed to go on forever. There was a bunch of expensive-looking white furniture, and on a table in one corner was a large wire pet cage. The cage seemed out of place, but they didn't think about it too much, because just then the lady who'd been singing came into view… and boy, he couldn't describe it.

She sat at a loom the size of a big screen TV, her hands weaving colored thread back and forth with amazing skill. The tapestry shimmered like it was three dimensional—a waterfall scene so real he could see the water moving and clouds drifting across a fabric sky.

Wait.

There was no way she could have done that, not by just weaving anyway. A special potion had to be used after the tapestry was finished but she couldn't just do it by weaving. No spell could do that.

Which meant… she was no mortal witch. And boy, she had to be powerful.

She was a sorceress. Maybe even immortal.

Oh fuck, oh shit, oh Merlin, why? Why did these things always happen to him?

"Couldn't you give us a little relaxation?" He muttered under his breath, inaudibly. Then again, they were in the sea of monsters, they had essentially wandered to their own doom.

His eyes widened as Percy drank the potion given to him by her. When the fuck did he get there? And where the fuck was Annabeth?

Suddenly Percy doubled over and dropped the cup. "What have you … what's happening?" He gasped.

"Percy!" Harry shouted.

"Now, now, dear," said a voice behind him, "let's not get hasty, alright?"

He spun around, Sagittarius in his hand.

A lady with black hair was standing in front of him. She wore a long yellow dress, with no sleeves. Her eyes changed colour frequently, if you looked at her long enough.

She gave him a smile, which made her look feral, predatory.

"If I had my way, we would give you the same treatment as your little friend over there." She pointed, and Harry looked accordingly to see… wait a minute–what the fuck?

Where Percy was… where Percy should have been… was…

A guinea pig. A fucking guinea pig. He blinked. He blinked again. And again.

Now, under normal circumstances, Harry would have nearly choked himself laughing. But, now, he just wondered just how did Percy get himself into these situations, and only Percy got the most dangerous and somehow got him

into a

minor/somewhat-minor-compared-to-him situation every, goddamn, time Annabeth would be off to somewhere unable to help them/him.

It was the cackle of laughter the woman gave that shook him back to reality.

"You see? I don't know what is different with you, but it won't matter nonetheless! I will end you!"

"Well, that sounds awfully familiar," Harry drawled in a very pompous fashion, he knew it would probably make her madder than before, but still, "almost every monster says that, except the ones who can't speak, of course."

Her eyes flashed even more madly. "You dare compare me to those creatures?!" She raised her hand, and blue tendrils of flame erupted, curling, writhing, waiting to be released.

He flipped out his wand, and she laughed, "you wand-wielders are always so arrogant, so pathetic, thinking you can beat magic at its finest! It cannot be controlled, it cannot be understood, it can only be directed! Fools!"

She launched the flames at him. He dodged all the while thinking that she was the one who was talking like a fool. Magic could not be controlled, it was true, but that was due to the plain reason of the fact that it simply had no limits unless it interfered with the other domains of a deity, if he had not allowed it. For example, had Hades allowed it, surely magical people would have found the way to revive the dead and then no one in the world would ever die.

The second one, however, was just plain foolish. It cannot be understood? Pfft. Please, some wizards/witches who were not as delusional as the rest to accept magic for as it is, they actually got curious and worked hard, unlike the rest of them, who all became dependent on magic and magic alone and were too lazy to challenge his boundaries too. This branch of magical folk was most definitely not the bigoted pure-bloods he was talking about.

Almost every great mathematician within the Ancient Greeks was a wizard/witch (some got famous, some did not), and some were just better at hiding it, while others (who weren't scholars or mathematicians) took way too much pride in it and boasted of their skills far and wide. The Indian wizards made great contributions to magical mathematics, and laid the foundations of the muggle ones. Arithmancy as a whole concept wouldn't be there because of them. The difference between Muggle Maths and Arithmancy was that while muggle mathematics had reached its boundaries and gradually taught their students up to that point, Arithmancy simply had infinite possibilities. You could literally form any equation of magic and then translate that equation into a spell, as long as it, again, didn't violate the laws or didn't have any flaws.

He chucked a flower vase at the fire, but it simply dissolved and consumed it. He knew he was outmatched, while this woman might be foolish, but even as such she was clearly well versed in the arts of sorcery, and as such was far more powerful than he was. He wondered just who had taught her.

He tried to dodge the fire again as he knew a shield would do no good, as already mentioned she was much more powerful than he was. The fire got him, and he was freezed in place, screaming as pure agony came over him. The fire wasn't leaving any burnt marks however, just leaving him pain enough that it definitely should have. The pain did weaken for a while but wasn't for a very long time, as it became hot as hell again.

He didn't know how long it lasted, but it was probably a long while. His skin was burning, his insides felt as if they were protesting against his body, his vision was about to go black…

And just as suddenly, it stopped. He collapsed to his knees, his whole body shaking, convulsing, gasping for breath. He was vaguely aware of a familiar black-haired boy and blonde-haired girl beside him trying to steady him, but it wasn't that easy. His bones felt as if they were made of bread, his skin was still pale from the encounter.

A few minutes later, he managed to calm down, although his hands were still shaking, his still pale face twitching a little occasionally.

"Are you alright?"

Percy and Annabeth snapped their eyes to the speaker and were immediately up, weapons in hand. She raised in her hands, as if surrendering. They didn't lower their weapons, as they had seen the sorceresses here used their hands for magic anyway.

The girl in context was a young girl, no older than 10 or 11. She had a fair complexion, with almond shaped blue eyes, with sun-kissed blonde hair. He knew instinctively whose daughter she was, he had spent enough time with his first-cousins to know who was one of them. The girl was pretty, he would admit, but that was just his teenage self talking.

The girl sighed. "Look, I won't be able to do anything to you anyway. I'm just an apprentice. I haven't been here anymore than a month. And, as I'm sure you can tell, I'm young, which means I probably wouldn't be able to do any real damage." She said. "Hurt you, I mean." The girl added.

At this Annabeth and Percy glanced at him. He nodded weakly, and cracked out, "she's telling the truth. Sorcery requires more magic to do any damage. She might be able to immobilize us temporarily, but nothing to worry about."

Annabeth and Percy both caught the hidden meaning, nothing I wouldn't have been able to undo.

Annabeth turned her attention back to the girl. "What did you mean by you're only an apprentice? And what's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"

The girl shifted uncomfortably, and took a deep breath. "Everyone has to be an Apprentice when they first arrive, they are assigned to a fully-trained sorceress, if they are not already taking one on that is. If no one is vacant, then they would all teach the respective person from time-to-time. If an Apprentice is assigned, he/she is then known as Instructor by the assigned Apprentice, although the Instructor may instruct otherwise in private. It is still kept that way in public for the sake of tradition." The girl finished.

Annabeth looked at her stunned, as the girl had just answered each and every question that had likely arisen in her mind over the course of her entire monologuing.

"I know a daughter of Athena when I see one," she said, blinking childishly at Annabeth. "And my name's Andressa Presco." That sounded like an unusual name, but he'd known weirder. Surely you would not like him to name some.

Percy was trying very hard to contain his amusement, and he was doomed to fail anytime soon.

The Apprentice-Instructor sounds like the Master-Padawan system of the Jedi, he mused to himself.

He was startled by Andressa suddenly somehow in front of him, her eyes shining, and squealing, "you like Star Wars too?"

He blinked. Then he groaned. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Percy laughed. Annabeth shushed him and said, "why are you here? Shouldn't you be with the others? What about your instructor?"

Her expression became uncomfortable again. "The lady who attacked you there, the one you knocked out cold," she gestured to Harry and Percy respectively, "was my Instructor. She was strict, very strict. I knew she was not the kindest Instructor, but that spell she used…" She shivered. "She told me about it. You have to be truly dark to use them."

Harry was scared. He could see, Hades, he had experienced why the spell would be dark. His power lip was quivering, but he managed, "what spell was it?" in a quiet voice.

Andressa looked down, before speaking softly. "It's called 'The Writhing Flames', but I don't know the incantation, as you only have to mold and direct your magic in sorcery. It is similar yet different to Fiendfyre in a way. While Fiendfyre destroys everything in its path, so does it, but when it touches a living thing, Fiendfyre completely obliterates it, while these freeze the receiver and put him through agonizing pain, I'm sorry," she added when Harry's hands started shaking, Harry nodded weakly, and she continued, "and if the flames had managed to render you unconscious…" she looked Harry dead in the eye at this, and he somehow sorely dreaded what she would say next; "... you would have never woken up."

There wasn't a single sound around them.

"Never? There's no cure?" He asked, his voice breaking. Annabeth squeezed his hand, and Percy tightened his grip on Harry's shoulder. Harry hadn't noticed, when they had done that, he was far too focused on Andressa to notice.

"No." Andressa said, looking at Harry with a pleading look in her eyes.

For Harry however, this was too much. He started shaking and hyperventilating, his brain shut down, his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he knew no more.

Harry had fainted.

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Well… that's a wrap.

So, let me know if this was a good chapter, if there was any trouble with it, and what I should improve. Constructive criticism is accepted.

Also please, there's something I need from y'all. So I'm planning on making Harry a gamer, maybe some of you could tell. Now, I need help as in could you please suggest some of the good games of around 2000-2005 (since lightning thief takes place in the summer of any of these 2000-2004), that would be amazing, thanks.

I'll look for them myself too, but maybe you could suggest cool franchises and stuff? Oh yeah, and Harry'll mostly like online FPS games, and campaign games. He'll like God of War (the first one) too, since it was released in March 2005. Also Star Wars: Battlefront (2004).

Right, now, as I said, please read and review, constructive criticism is accepted, please drop suggestions for story and games, either by PM or reviews, whatever suits you as always. I can't do everything by myself, I may miss something or the other, and I'm not afraid to ask for help from y'all since I am writing for y'all.

Bye, then, readers. See you next time.

P.S. This update was relatively fast, I may or may not update this quickly next time, sorry, don't get your hopes up too much. But I will say this, I'm not abandoning this story until I get a good reason to.