Harry Potter & Percy Jackson: Dark Waters.

Zoë grinned, and elaborated on her tale. Being the first of Artemis' Hunters, having been with her through thick and thin for nigh on 2000 years, had given Zoë an exceptional skill in teaching. She was used to teaching Hunters, but Harry appeared to be no different, and as such enthralled him with her tale soon enough.

The next morning, he disassembled his camp, and followed Zoë back to the Hunter's camp using that unique speed-walking skill. Within minutes, they were back.

"Welcome back, old friend," Artie greeted Zoë after they had finished stowing the pack Harry had borrowed, and moving everything back to the small backpack he had originally arrived with. The goddess glanced down at Harry, and added, "Harry. You seem well." He grinned, and gave the Goddess of the Hunt a hug. "Hi Artie," he said. "I am well, too!" Artie looked amused. " You look like you wrestled a bear."

"It was a boar," Harry replied, grinning. "It was delicious. Especially with blueberry sauce." Artie blinked, and shot her Hunter a look. Zoë simply nodded. The goddess looked down at Harry again. "Well, then, it seems congratulations are in order."

"Thanks, Artie!" Harry chirped.

The goddess just dipped her head once, then looked at Zoë. "How is his evaluation?" "He hath passed," she stated calmly, then turned to Harry. "Thou hath done well; the first rule of survival is always to survive. Thou survived, and did so well, so thou hath passed. Even if it was close at times."

Harry grinned widely. "Thanks, Miss Zoë!"

The Hunter didn't acknowledge his gratitude, and instead pressed on. "There were areas of improvement, however. Thou prioritized fire the first few days, leaving thee without food. Thou drank from a stream without boiling the water; understandable as thou hath no drunk in close to a day, however, it was a risk. Thou may need to get examined for parasites." Harry nodded, but kept quiet.

"Thou hath also eaten multiple curly dock roots. While they are edible, and possess medicinal qualities, they should not be eaten in the quantities thou did, and it caused thee severe intestinal issues. No doubt the untreated water did not aid thee there, either."

The boy just nodded, looking at his feet. He had messed up, and he knew it. Zoë dipped her head. "Of course, My Lady."

Harry, meanwhile, nodded eagerly. He didn't know where he could get a bow, a quiver, or arrows from, but if he could get them, Artie wasn't going to stop him. Then again, a bow, a quiver, and arrows were heavy and bulky and they would hinder him from carrying the Hunter's pack he had borrowed. He'd have to think things through.

Zoë turned to Harry as he was thinking, and had the tiny smile on her lips that showed she knew exactly what he was thinking. "I do believe it is time for thee to return. Lady Hestia

"However, I was impressed with thy fortitude. Thou pushed on, and did not falter in thy test. 'T would have been easy for thee to abandon the test and return to seek aid. Thou did not. It was impressive."

Harry looked up, shyly, and offered a small smile. Zoë acted as if she did not notice, and said further, "Thou started looking for food in earnest, tracked a prey, set a trap, and spent the time needed for the trap to work with gathering more food. Thou improved drastically when thou had a full belly. Thou ended with plenty of food, allowing thee the time to wait out the storm, and to end the final day with a minor feast. Thou did well; remember thy priorities so thee do not end in starvation mode as that affects thy ability to reason, and thou should survive with nary a difficulty."

Harry smiled. "Thanks, Miss Zoë."

The Hunter finally acknowledged his gratitude, then turned to Artie. "During the survival, Harry hath trapped a boar; it managed to escape the trap during his attempts to kill it. Afterwards, I questioned his decision not to bring a bow – to my surprise, he admitted that he did not possess one."

Artie nodded. "I am willing to teach him how to properly use a bow, however, I draw the line at actually providing him with one. He is male, and therefore, not a Hunter."

"I see," Zoë replied. "If that is thy will, My Lady."

"You don't agree?" Artie asked, actually sounding surprised.

The Hunter thought about her answer, and ended up saying, "I assumed, as thou art teaching Harry bow-skills, that thou wouldst be supplying him with a bow with which to do so, even if it were a conventional one. 'T would have greatly aided his test."

Artie just shrugged. "I won't stop him from getting a bow, I just won't be handing him one. If he wants one, he can go and get one. Same with a quiver and arrows. If he is willing to carry a mortal bow, a mortal quiver, and mortal arrows, I will not stop him." Helios' presence enveloped him for a moment, as if in congratulations, then eased off when Hestia arrived.

"Hi Hestia," Harry greeted again, giving his all-time favorite goddess a big hug. He'd missed her a lot.

She hugged him back. "Hello Harry," she said, on her usual gentle tone. Harry luxuriated in the sensation of warmth, comfort, and protection that came with a real Hestia Hug. She pulled back. "Now, how did your test go, and why do you look like you've been in a fight?" the Goddess of the Hearth asked, smiling slightly.

no doubt will wish to see thee, and congratulate thee on a successful test on basic survival."

Harry grinned at the thought of seeing Hestia, and made to turn. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said, reaching down to remove the hunting knife and its sheath from his belt. "I still have this."

Zoë held up her hand. "Thou can keep it. Thou hath shown that thou can use it properly, and it hath saved thine life, so I see no reason not to give it to thee."

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