Previously:
"What did you do?" I asked, getting up in preparation to-what? Run? Will I need to? Do I want to know what she did?

"Nothing much," she said innocently. Her smile was one not unlike my brothers and the Stolls when they planned something. Like my hair dye.

"Have you been hanging around the twins and the Stolls?" I asked, suddenly panicking.

"Nooooooo..." she trialed off still with that frightening smile on her face.

"I'm doomed," I fell back on my bed, covering my head with the blankets.

All through breakfast the next day, I was worrying about my first class back after all those inspections. If there was one thing I learned about Penelope Clearwater, it was that she had a fun side that only came out when I didn't want it to. Last time it happened, I had a report due on the education of the younger wizarding children not old enough for Hogwarts. I was concerned that eleven year olds were being asked to write up entire essays just starting school.

I was worrying so much all during Professor Trelawney's class I hardly noticed when she predicted my death. I only noticed when I heard someone (Ron)whisper that she only ever predicted Harry's death.

I stayed after to talk to Trelawney after everyone left. Which, for the record, was the worst idea I've ever had.

"You've been working here for 16 years?" I asked calmly. A standard question that was on the list for every teacher. I only asked again because it sounded familiar for some reason.

"Yes," she said warily.

"She asked you to make a prediction?" I asked, this time, looking incredulously down at the clipboard I was holding.

"Well, that's ridiculous," I said, not giving her a chance to say anything and looked back up at the teacher. I was unsure where to focus my gaze, Her hair was all over the place and she had all sorts of scarves and hair ornaments hanging from it. Her wide rimmed glasses made her glasses look so much bigger than normal. "Anyone could have just predicted something believable for that to-"

"Death comes to the Half-blood hidden. No longer reigns the one he hates the most. All will see and mourn, their brother in ams no more..."

I was frozen for about a second but then I bolted.

Not again, not again. No way in Hades am I doing that again.

Halfway down the stairs, I stopped. A sigh of resignation escaped my lips. I'm doing this again, aren't I? This is my life. Prophecies and quests.

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That day, during my first class of the day, I had to go over what Penelope taught them. Fortunately it was nothing more than dodging.

Unfortunately that was the class with Clarisse.

"Somebody want to teach me something new?" She near growled. She was getting bored with the curriculum.

Also unfortunately, I had a sudden mischievous feeling take over.

"Oh, no," Penelope said. "Percy, no! Bad idea, what would Aunt H say?"

"That I'm an idiot," I grumbled annoyed. She's ruining my fun.

"So...?"

I perked up and close to ignore the direction she was obviously trying to take me. "She loves me anyways so I'm still gonna do it."

Penelope dropped her head into her hand. Muttering something about giving up on helping me keep my cover.

"Alright class, while Miss Clearwater adjusts to the new agenda, let's get you fitted," I announced with a flap of my hands and a smirk at the students.

"Fitted?" Hermione questioned.

I waited on answering as I walked to a wardrobe to the side of the room. I flung the doors open to hear a myriad of gasps from the audience behind me. "Fitted." I confirmed,whirling around again with a self satisfied smirk. "Now remember, everyone, if I hear that you have used your weapon for something other than it's intend purpose-which is self defense-then I will see you unable to return to this class."

"I will not be fighting with muggle weapons," said the blond Slytherin that has been giving Penelope problems.

In response, I took out the weapon I had Hecate bring me just for this purpose. Within seconds, I had the weapon out, pointing at the dummy set out and shot.

Let it be known that I still cannot shoot with bows and arrows. Guns on the other hand...Somehow those are much easier.

The bullet tore through the air and the funny in less than a second. It didn't stop there either. It kept going until it hit the brick wall on the other side of the room and there it lodged itself in mortar.

The only noise now was the ringing from the gun shot.

"That," I said, holding up the gun so they all could see. "Is a muggle weapon." I glared pointedly at Malfoy. "It is deadly if pointed at you and if you don't know how to use it. Shield charms shatter when faced against it."

More silence. I think I scared them.

"I will not be teaching you how to use this," I continued, banishing the gun back to Hecate. It would be a bad idea to keep that around. "That would indeed be stupid. No. Instead I'll teach you medieval weapons."

"Shouldn't be too bad," Penelope said. "Our very own founders used them."

"That they did, Miss Clearwater," I agreed. "Godric Gryffindor used the sword, along with Salazar Slytherin. Rowena Ravenclaw favored the bow and arrow while Helga Hufflepuff preferred her dagger. Let's start, shall we?" (AN: no, I did not use the Peverell kids from Narnia, what are you talking about?)

"Two lines; one to Percy-I mean Professor Weasley and the other to me," Penelope said as she pointed.

We both stood by the wardrobe and started analyzing each student for a weapon. It was easy enough until Penelope got a camper.

"I am not going to fight with that!"

I held in a sight and turned from one of Malfoy's friends. The fat one. Sorry. That wasn't specific but I don't remember his name. "Miss La Rue," I said.

"She wants me fighting with this, instead of a proper, self respecting lance or sword!" The daughter of Ares held up a dagger that looked incredibly tiny compared to her.

I considered it. "Are you sure, Miss Clearwater?" I asked.

"Well, I thought she could do well with any weapon but I figured she would see the benefit of how powerful something so small would be," she explained.

"A sword or lance, you say?" I now turned to the wardrobe but was still talking to Clarisse.

She only growled.

"Personally, I would love to see you use this," I turned back around, hefting a rather large double bladed axe.

Clarisse now grinned evilly while the campers and students all paled.

I held back a smirk. "Thought you might like that," I commented lightly.

Turning to the fat Slytherin, I handed him the other weapon I got out. "There you go, the quarter staff," I started. "Very useful weapon."

The next problem was with Mr Draco Malfoy.

"Don't give me that, you gave that one to Crabbe, give me something different," he...I want to say he whined. But that would be rude...ah, what the heck, he did.

"Different?" I said, deadpanned. "Special? Would you like it custom made while we're at it?"

"Actually, that would be-" his eyes narrowed. Aw, he caught on. "Give me the bloody staff." He yanked it out of my hands and stomped off.

"Everyone got one?" I called out. "Good. Now, there's no turning back. The first thing-"

"What about your weapon?" Piper asked, heaving her own short sword.

"How would you expect to teach us if you don't have one?" Nico added.

I hesitated. This was a test. I just know it. For what, I'm not sure but they're hoping to trap me somehow.

Without taking my eyes off of them, I reached behind me for the first weapon I grabbed. Then I regretted not looking because I grabbed the bow and arrow.

Needless to say, I had to cheat by using the water particles in the air. And even then, I barely hit the target.

So that lesson went almost as bad as the first one.

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A few weeks of the weapons and we had to move on. If we'd stayed on it, the Minister would have heard and gotten suspicious.

Christmas break was coming up and I really had no where to go. If I left to spend the holiday with my dad or Hecate, my pseudo family would wonder where I am going.

If we had been smart, we could have used Penelope's family as an excuse. But they already know her family is in Australia for the holiday. So I am stuck at Hogwarts with my brothers and their friends and other students who stayed behind. Oh, and the campers.

In the days leading up to Christmas, I did my best to avoid my adopted family, seeing as they saw opportunities to 'turn my heart around' I was fine, really. The only thing that was making my life difficult was Dad and my blood family.

Dad because he wanted a family Christmas. With Penelope.

"Dad, you know we can't go anywhere without raising suspicion," I said in exasperation.

"Just say you're going to see your father," he said through the IM. He was acting like it was an obvious answer, making Penelope laugh.

"I'm supposed to be not talking to my father, Dad," pinching the bridge of my nose was doing nothing for me at the moment.

"Oh, yeah," Poseidon leaned back, disappointed. "And Penelope's parents are in Austria..."

"Wow, Father great job planning this." That was Triton in the back playing go-fish with Tyson.

Poseidon perked up. "I know! We'll come to you!" He said, getting excited. "Oh, this'll be great. We will bring Hecate too, this'll be the best Christmas ever!"

"What? Dad, no-" it was too late. He cut the connection, probably dragging Triton and Tyson around to get ready. "Great."

Penelope only laughed at me.

"Stop laughing, you know this means you need to get them all presents?" I reminded her. "Including my step-mother?"

"You mean you do?" Penelope said smugly. "I already got them."

"Styx," I muttered as Penelope came up to me still laughing.

"Goodnight, Percy." After a kiss on the cheek, she was out the door.