Harry Potter & Percy Jackson: Dark Waters.

He wondered when she would stop hating him that much, before ignoring her behavior, and approaching Artie and Zoë, who were standing not far away, apparently engrossed in a discussion. Zoë was the first to notice him, and the conversation stopped immediately. He smiled widely at him, and gave his second-favorite goddess a one-armed hug. "Hi Artie, hi Miss Zoë," he greeted them both, before holding out the small containers. "I brought dessert. Oh, and Hestia seems to think that you're making me cook. I don't know why."

Artemis, goddess of the Hunt, Immortal Man-Hater, hugged him back and eagerly took the top container. "Hello, Harry," she greeted back. "And thank you."

Zoë simply greeted him with a dignified nod, and accepted her portion. "Lady Hestia visited earlier. We reassured her."

Harry pouted. "I asked her not to be angry, and told her I love cooking and baking." "She's merely looking out for three," Zoë reassured him. "'T was but a minor issue."

Harry put his pack down, and looked at Zoë, who was eagerly eating her dessert. "Hug?" he offered.

The Lieutenant of the Hunters stopped eating, and eyed him. "Nay," she declined. She'd gotten used to him offering hugs over the couple of months that she had been training him, and now no longer glared at him.

Artie seemed amused at the by-play. She, too, had gotten used to Harry's offers, and once she realized that the boy really wouldn't act without Zoë's approval, had become amused rather than angry.

"Art thou ready for thy test?" Zoë asked Harry, ignoring her Lady's amusement with ease of long exposure.

Harry nodded hesitantly. "I hope so, Miss Zoë. I have my notebook."

"I'm sure Zoë won't let you die," Artie said, smiling. "Suffer, yes. But not die. Pain's a good teacher, after all."

Harry pouted when Zoë laughed softly, which of course made her laugh harder. His pout turned into a small smile, Zoë didn't laugh all that often, and he liked it when she did. "Miss Zoë's great," he told Artie. "I'm sure that she'll help me if I need it. I'm sure it'll be great fun." "Done!" he said, grinning, proud of himself.

Zoë just dipped her head, then said, "Art thou done stalling for time?"

Harry pouted at her, knowing her well enough after months of lessons to know when she was teasing him.

"Let us be off, then," the Hunter said, paying his pout not mind. She, too, had gotten used to him, and his pout no longer affected her.

The Hunter shook her head slightly. "'T is a test of thy ability, 't wouldn't be much of one if I did it for thee. Thou must do this thyself, following what My Lady and I have taught thee. I shall prevent thee from perishing, but I shall not aid thee unless absolutely necessary."

Harry grinned. "Alright, Miss Zoë."

"Shall we depart?" she asked-slash-told Harry. He just nodded.

"My Lady," Zoë said, dipping her head to her goddess in goodbye before handing her the empty container she still had in her hands.

Harry grinned, hugged Artie, and said, "Bye, Artie."

The Goddess of the Hunt hugged him back, patted his shoulder with her free hand, and walked away, shaking her head, holding the stacked and empty containers. She'd make sure they were clean and sent back – after all, she wanted Harry to cook more delicious desserts.

Harry followed Zoë to the supply tent, where he picked out one of the spare packs, and adjusted the straps with ease of long practice. Ever since Zoë had shown him that first time he went out with her, he'd been practicing it.

Then came his first problem. He had a small pack with his school books and his own supplies, and the large Hunter's pack with all the survival supplies, the tent, and so forth. "Ehm," he muttered, staring at the two packs and trying to find a way to put one in the other.

Zoë just stood there, amused, not offering any words or suggestions.

Harry knew the Hunter's pack itself was full, he'd repacked it often enough. Luckily for him, the pack also had lots of pockets that were left empty – to allow for carrying additional supplies. He squeezed the toiletries in the pockets, and shifted some of the smaller items around from one pocket to another so he had enough free space to put in his books. Zoë gave a sharp nod when he finished. "Consider this me abandoning thee. From here on out, 't is up to thee to survive."

Harry looked around. "Okay," he muttered, suddenly feeling a lot less confident about his chances. He had hoped to be dropped in a forest he knew, or one he had been to before. This was definitely a new forest, especially as the mountains were not familiar to him.

He dropped the pack he was carrying, and dug the compass out of one of the pockets. He oriented it, then sighed, and put it away. Knowing which way was north wouldn't help him

They left camp. Harry looked around, trying to figure out where the camp was located this time. As they started walking, the boy frowned, and looked over his shoulder. The camp had seemingly vanished.

He looked at the back of Zoë Nightshade; trying to figure out of she had something to do with this, when he suddenly realized they were in a forest. A mountainous forest.

"What… ?" he managed, before stopping himself.