Percy

Our heads emerged out of the water, facing four very worried friends.Thalia? She just looked bored.

"What took you so long? We were worried!" Ginny said causing Harry to scowl for reasons still unknown to a specific species called Perseus Jacksons.

"We visited Mr Squid and we can hold our breath for a few minutes so..." I said.

Ginny looked unconvinced but let it go. (A/N. Let it go, let it go. Can't hold it back anymore...no? Okay.)

Me and Annabeth hopped out of the water, our clothes soaking wet and flopped back onto the grass. Annabeth's long curly hair was dripping with water, as was mine. We started squeezing the water out of our robes when a teacher walked by us. I hadn't seen her at the teacher's table today or the day we were sorted.

She was tall and thin and had long blonde hair twisted up into a messy bun at the top of her head with locks off hair escaping it. She had a pair of pink and ridiculous looking glasses perched on her nose. She wore pink robes and heavy jewellery and her face was caked in make up. She walked with her head held high and with an air of superiority. When she saw me and Annabeth she squealed in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth and dropping the book she was holding.

"Why are you dripping wet?" She asked us.

"Uh, we jumped into the lake..." I said.

"You what!" She squealed in horror.

"I meant that we slipped and fell into the lake." I said.

She scrunched up her nose in disgust and turned to Harry. "You! Pick up my book." She said indicating to the book that had left her grasp and fallen on to the grass.

Harry picked it up and gave it to her unwillingly. "Which house are you from?" She demanded, turning back to Annabeth and I, as she snatched the book away from Harry with her long fingers.

"Gryffindor." Ginny said for us.

"I was not asking that from you, missy." She said looking at Ginny and hitting her lightly on the head with her book.

"We're from Gryffindor." I replied.

"I wasn't asking you either, young man." She said smiling a sickly sweat smile. "I was asking this- this ugly girl here." She said looking directly at Annabeth. If not for the fact that Thalia held me down, I would've jumped right up and smacked that woman on the face.

"I am from Gryffindor." Annabeth said with mock politeness that the woman seemed unable to identify.

"Well that explains your stupidity and you major ugliness. Sweaty, you hair is hideous and your eyes...Ugh. I would have at least worn contacts to hide such gruesome eyes, not that my eye are like that at all." She said.

I jumped to my feet, shaking off Thalia's arm. "And who are you to call her that?" I asked her menacingly.

Annabeth tried to pull me back down but I shrugged off her hand gently.

"I am Professor Belle-more and of course, Belle means beautiful in French. I am going to be your potions mistress for as long as it takes for Slughorn to get better." Professor Belle-more said.

"What happened to Professor Slughorn?" Hermione asked.

"Oh he's just a wee bit sick." Professor Belle-more said. "Now back to the matter at hand. Sweaty," she said turning back to Annabeth, pushing me out of the way. "If you just straighten your unruly curls and no, no. That would definitely not be enough. You'll have to have surgery. I do understand the fact that no one can quiet possibly be a beautiful as me but, you. Oh, you are a disgrace to girls and women. You are just-"

I stepped back in front of her and got in her face. "How about you shut up and leave her be."

"Percy..." Annabeth said, now on her feet too.

"She looks a bajillion times better than you and-" I continued.

"Detention!" She shrieked. "Monday, meet me in my office. And you six," she added, pointing at the rest of my friends. "You all have detention with him!"

Then she stormed away.

"That old hag." Ruin said furiously.

"Who does she think she is!" Harry exclaimed forgetting about being angry at me.

"Yeah, she had no right to call Annabeth those things." Ginny said.

"It's alright guys. An idiot like her can't lower my self esteem." Annabeth said. "Oh honey, were you born in a garbage bin? I was too. I was born inside a dump. How beautiful is that?" She added mockingly in a perfect imitation earning a few half-hearted laughs.

"What was McGonagall playing at, having her take Professor Slughorn's position?" Harry asked.

"I don't know but she reminds you a bit of Umbridge doesn't she?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry said just as the bell rang.

"What do we have next?" Thalia asked.

Annabeth squinted down at her timetable then gave up and asked Hermione to read it for her.

"You have Potions next with Slytherin." Hermione said.

"Potions? With that stupid lady? Ugh!" I groaned. "Well, we'd better go."

"Seaweed Brain, we're still dripping wet." Annabeth pointed out.

"Let me handle that." Hermione said and took out her wand. She cast a spell and dried us within a matter of seconds. "Now let's go."

***

By the time we had arrived in the dungeons the rest of the class was already there and the wicked witch of the west herself was sitting at the teacher's table. When she saw us she got up and looked at us grimly.

"You are late." She said coldly.

"We were only 10 seconds late, professor." I said.

Annabeth, Thalia, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and I sat together at a potions table and faced the front.

"Now," Professor Belle-more said. "My name is Professor Belle-more and I am the prettiest person in the world but I very modestly denied all those requests asking me to be a model, superstar, singer, dancer and any other job you can imagine. Instead, I chose teaching. So here I am. Anyways, enough about me. Today we'll be making a love potion. The instructions are on the black board please follow them carefully. No talking and no interacting with other students." She flicked her wand and a jumble of words appeared on the black board in cursive elegant writing that was torture for my eyes.

Professor Belle-more put us into groups of twos or threes and announced that we were to work with them for the sparest of the year. Annabeth, Hermione and Ron ended up together. Thalia and Ginny were partners and I was stuck with Harry. The class started making the potion but I just stood there trying to make sense of the words up on the black board.

Harry noticed me and whispered, "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah, I am dyslexic so I can't really read what it says up there." I explained, hoping against hope that he won't start firing up at me. Surprisingly his eyes softened and he replied kindly, "Oh, that's alright. I'll tell you the instructions."

He told me the steps as we went along the recipe, making sure that Professor Belle-more couldn't hear us. Surprisingly, both Harry and I got along quite well during that period. He seemed to have forgetten the fact that he hated me and we were now cracking jokes under our breath.

"Now we add the Elder roots and stir anti-clockwise and it should be finished." Harry said, looking at the black board.

"Okay. Thanks." I said, picking up the Elder roots and dropping them onto my cauldron. But as I did so, my sleeve slipped back a little, revealing the tattoo. Harry was staring at it coldly.

"Look, Harry. It's not what you think." I said, turning around to face him. "Look at it closely. Pretend that there is a mist obscuring your vision and you need to look at my wrist through it." I instructed.

Harry glanced at me and did as he was told then gave a little gasp. "Whoa, that's not a Death Eater mark, it says something like SPQR."

"Yeah," I said, grinning. "I thought it looked cool so I just got it."

"I'm really sorry. For- for being so cold to you and stuff." Harry apologised, looking at his feet.

"Hey,it's alright. It's just-" I started but was interrupted by Professor Belle-more's voice.

"And what is this supposed to be?" She was asking Annabeth, peering into her cauldron which looked perfect to me.

"It's supposed to be a love potion, professor." Annabeth said in mock politeness.

"Can you read, girl?" Professor Belle-more asked viciously.

"Yes, I can." Annabeth said.

"Then read step two for me." Belle-more said.

Ginny was now mouthing the words behind Professor Belle-more and Annabeth was saying what Ginny was mouthing.

"Professor Belle-more!" A Slytherin girl shrieked. "Ginevra Weasley is helping Chase!"

Professor Belle-more rounded on Ginny and said, "You stand in front of me so that I can keep an eye on you."

Ginny obeyed with a scowl.

Belle-more rounded once more on Annabeth and asked her. "Now tell me the fifth step you ugly girl!"

I got to my feet, and I could hear the ground shaking, like a mini earthquake. Thalia was on her feet too and I heard a distant rumble of thunder.

"I have dyslexia you i̱líthios!" Annabeth said furiously. (A/N. i̱líthios means idiot in greek.)

Professor Belle-more threw her head back and laughed, clearly unaware to Annabeth's choice of words.

"Dyslexia! Dyslexia! Hear that class? She has a Dyslexia. What more would she need to make her a complete loser? What more-" she said but was cut short by the ground shaking rather loudly and a huge roar of thunder.

Annabeth shot Thalia and I looks that said stop it.

Professor Belle-more looked really scared and looked from Thalia to be in horror.

Then something clicked in my mind. I remembered the letter we got from McGonagall informing us that the teachers will be aware of our godly side.

I smirked and said, "Professor Belle-more, you continue what you are doing now and you'll find your precious office flooded with water from the lake."

I knew that that was a threat but I didn't care. Someone who told Annabeth those things deserves to be threatened. Besides, they weren't that much of a threat either.

"And your own personal rain cloud following you around." Thalia added.

That shut her up and the rest of the period went along quietly until the bell rang.

***

"αυτή η ηλίθια γυναίκα! νομίζει ότι θα είναι σε θέση να καταστρέψει τη ζωή μου σαν αυτό ή κάτι άλλο? που νομίζει ότι είναι; Και εσείς οι δύο, Thalia Grace και του Περσέα Τζάκσον, εσείς οι δύο πρέπει να ελέγξει το θυμό σας!" Annabeth was talking rapidly in Greek as we went out of the castle after our last lesson, Herbology. Annabeth was basically calling Professor Belle-more a stupid woman and telling me and Thalia to control our anger.

"Ανναμπεθ, θα πρέπει να γνωρίζετε από τώρα. i δεν θα και αρνούμαι να σταθεί εκεί να μην κάνουμε τίποτα όταν κάποιος άλλος σας καλεί άσχημο όταν είστε προφανώς πραγματικά όμορφο." I argued back.

"μην προσπαθείτε να με κολακεύει τον Περσέα Jackson" Annabeth said but blushed scarlet all the same.

"Beth, Αυτό γριά μάγισσα είναι απλά ζηλεύουν σας." Thalia said, backing me up.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Ron asked.

"We're just talking about how much of an idiot Professor Belle-more really is." I replied.

"Hey, guy!" Harry said who had, up until now, his face buried in a letter and hadn't been paying attention to what we were talking about. "Hagrid invited us to tea and he says that you three can come too." He said yo me, Thalia and Annabeth.

"Cool. Let's go then." I said and we set off to Hagrid's hut since we had a free period all to ourselves.

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A/N

That's it guys. Sorry for the confusion I may have caused with the greek things but using Google translate is really fun and I couldn't help my self. Anyways, I need to go now so see you later, bye!