Harry Potter was always a quiet child, unlike his brother. He never liked pranks and making a lot of noises like his uncles or father, but instead enjoyed the quiet of the library, the training room, or his mother's potion lab. It made sense that he didn't enjoy being loud, because he despised the spotlight while his brother was the boy-who-lived and practically lived in it. Even though his family was magical, Harry, as most boys his age unless they were magical, was interested in the sword and shield. In the library Harry devoured any and all books about the Roman Empire and their gods. Harry was probably the most knowledgeable wizard in Britain about formations that the legions possessed, and with the Potter Family heirlooms he had come to understand how to use the gladius.

Lily had seen her son's interest in swords and books and she indulged in his hobbies, whether it be grabbing another book on the Empire or buying training dummies that fought back from Gringotts. She figured that he was just going through a phase and was okay with that. It didn't hurt her support when Harry started to read Latin since this was the basis of all spells and any advantage her children wanted, they were going to get. If Dumbledore was to be believed, then the Dark Lord was going to be coming back and Lily was going to be damned if she didn't help her sons succeed. Even if Harry wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived, he was still going to be a target.

James Potter seemed to ignore his oldest son and instead focused on Charles as he was the Chosen One! James didn't mean to ignore his son, but it was hard to find something to connect to Harry with. He had toned down from his school days, but that didn't mean he didn't still enjoy a good prank or being rowdy with Sirius and Remus. James loved both his sons, but Harry was quiet with a focus that frankly astounded James. He also couldn't really understand Harry's love for sword combat with a gladius. He got along much better with Charles who seemed to be a chip off the old block.

Charles and Harry were twins and they loved each other as siblings, but they were not as close as other pairs of twins were. The two got along with each other well enough, there were fights of course, as young boys are tend to get into, but there were also childish pranks on their parents that the two helped each other with. Charles was much more enthusiastic with these pranks, but Harry wouldn't deny helping occasionally.

Today was another quiet day for Harry, his mother was working on a potion that she could have no distractions from while James and Charles were rough housing with Sirius. Moony was recovering from the full moon last night. Harry and Charles had been told about Moony's condition before they were three and neither were afraid after Lily had explained a few things. Since Harry didn't feel like playing with his family and learning that lifting the weighted sword too much would cause problems for him in the future, he was browsing the shelves of the Potter library. Searching for something that could hold his interest for the afternoon, Harry found himself in a neglected corner of the library with tomes that were incredibly dusty. Running his finger along the spines of the shelves he could reach, none of the books seemed to call to him until his fingers hit an open gap.

The Potter library was full, and by full it meant that any new books purchased would have to be left on an open table until someone could enchant the library just a little bit larger for another book case. There were no gaps in the library. Peering into the slim space between an old etiquette book and a book of laws Harry saw a black, leather bound journal with gold lettering. Maneuvering the journal out of its confines the title read, Journal of Benjamin Matthew Potter 1762-1858. Harry was excited, it was an old book and it was about his ancestor, only books about the Empire could excite him anymore. Harry found his favorite chair by the largest window in the library and quickly started reading.

June 25th, 1775

I had to start a journal after the day I just had. I've only been home for a few days from Hogwarts when my parents called me into the study. Apparently the woman that I thought was my mother and the mother of my siblings did not actually carry me for nine months. Dad was never unfaithful to my mother (I'm fairly sure that he would be no longer among the living if he did) but instead met an actual Roman Goddess! Harry grew even more excited when he read the last two words, there were Roman deities still around. Apparently Pax, you know the Roman Goddess of peace, had seen Dad's speeches about peace in the chambers of the ministry and she was drawn to him. Apparently there is two ways to give her a child and one was to talk, and actually believe, about peace enough.

So, knowing that I was a demigod, and apparently there were quite a few in Potter history, I was told that I was to be sent to Camp Jupiter for the summer and be trained in the ways of the legion.

Harry couldn't believe it as he read his many times great grandfather's journal. The joy that Harry felt when he read that the Roman Gods were real and that the Roman Empire was still alive and well, at least slightly. He couldn't wait to read more of the journal and he quickly turned to the next entry.

June 29th, 1775

I showed up at the camp yesterday and the initiation test was brutal, being blessed by the Goddess Trivia was the only thing that pulled me to the top. Camp was hidden along Hadrian's Wall and while some of the wall in the non-godly world has fallen into rubble, the wall around Camp Jupiter was as pristine as the day it was built. I had an introduction crash course on the history of demigods today and apparently there are Greek demigods as well. We don't get along with them, and why should we, to quote a rather famous Emperor, "Veni, vidi, vici."

The legion at Hadrian's Wall was divided into five cohorts and I was sorted into the third cohort which was rather good for a brand new demigod. Well, it's time for me to sleep, apparently the militarized style of the Empire is still prevalent in camp, so I'll need to be up early for drills.

Harry diligently read about his ancestor's life in Camp Jupiter for the rest of the day, totally engrossed in the stories. He loved the games within the camp such as Capture the Fort and the occasional monster fights. Benjamin was also able to learn from the children and other blessed by Lady Trivia in the ways of magic, the only reason that he went back to Hogwarts is the fact that he really didn't want to drop and leave all of his friends behind. He could have taken his OWLs and NEWTs within camp, but that would have brought out awkward questions.

Harry skimmed a most of the entries, focusing mostly on the summers that his greater-grandfather spent at Camp Jupiter. Even after Hogwarts, Benjamin made a point to train at least for a month each year at camp. Benjamin ended up marrying a daughter of Mercury which also explained the Potter's natural grace on a broom. It was a journal entry in March of 1820 that caught Harry attention.

March 15th, 1820

I traveled to Camp Jupiter with my wife today and found only a skeleton crew at the wall. It appears that the gods' time in England has come to a close and the heart of the west has moved. I was a bit put out that the Yanks had stolen that title from us, but nothing in this world is permanent. Apparently the Legion always leaves their bases where they stood and sends a few Legionnaires every year for upkeep. My generation has volunteered to keep it up for the next ten years since we no longer have to worry about daily monster attacks. That is the one good thing about the gods moving, no longer having to worry about hellhounds or giants targeting my home. I can finally drop the wards just a little, personally I enjoy the safety that mine and my wife's paranoia has given us from the non-divine wizards.

Before they left, my wife and I had taken a young woman under our wing, a young Kendra Dumbledore, a child of Bellona, and she follows the schedule I used when I was in school, so we won't lose contact with anyone.

The sun was just setting when Harry was done with his reading and Harry could barely contain his excitement. The gods were real, the legion still existed, and there should be a way to contact them. They should accept him since he was a legacy and Benjamin's journal said that there were quite a few of them at camp, he was going to have to find a way. Perhaps the goblins could help?

It was another week before Harry was able to get to Diagon Alley. He was lucky that Lily needed to pick up a few ingredients, she let Harry have free run of the Alley as long as Harry stayed away from Knockturn. If Charles would have come, there was no way that he would have had as much freedom, but Charles had been taken to a professional Quidditch by the men in their lives. Quidditch was an alright sport to Harry, but it didn't capture his attention and he was perfectly fine in going to see only two or three games a year. Gringotts was its usual pristine self and rather empty on a Tuesday morning which meant the wait for a teller was quite short.

"Greetings honored teller, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to speak with my family account manager?"

"Name?"

"Harry Potter."

"Wait here a moment."

Indeed it was less than five minutes before the goblin account manager Griphook appeared before Harry. "Ah young Master Harry, I have no idea why you would be here unless it is to buy more of our training dummies and for that, your family knows that you only have to mail order from now on. Come, follow me for some privacy so that we may discuss your business." Griphook led the way towards his office and Harry couldn't help but to gape at the magnificent splendor of Gringotts hall. This did not go unnoticed by Griphook or the other goblins they passed. Goblins were a prideful race and they knew they were the best builders possible. "So Master Harry, what is it that you visited Gringotts for this morning?" Griphook asked as he took his seat.

"Do you know of the Roman gods?" Harry answered with his own question.

"If you are asking if they are real, then yes, we know that they exist and that their power base has moved to America."

"Then, you must know of their demigod children and Camp Jupiter. I have recently learned that I am descended from the gods Mercury and Pax. I read my many great-grandfather's journal and it appears that I would be able to learn magic at their camp. I wish to correspond with the camp and find out if it is possible for me to be schooled there."

Griphook stared at the ten year old in front of him for a good few minutes before merely nodding. "I assume you came here to see if we knew a way to get into contact with the camp?"

"Yes sir."

"You are in luck as we do possess a way to contact the Praetor. However, if you will indulge me in my curiosity please. Why do you wish to go to America and learn your magic from the orderly lifestyle of the camp?"

"I don't know if I can really put it into words sir. I know I would enjoy Hogwarts, but ever since I found out about my legacy, there had been something pulling me to camp. Even when I was younger, something was calling me since I learned the ways of the sword as best I could." Harry answered.

"Very well Master Harry, I will say that this is a pleasant sight to see a wizard branch out. Especially from Britain. I will contact the camp and see if something could not be arranged. If I may, you might want to discuss your plans with your family. I know you Potters are a close group and you haven't told them of your plans, otherwise somebody would be here with you." Blushing Harry lowered his head and nodded. "Think on what I said Mr. Potter. Now come, let's get you back to the foyer and back to Diagon.

Harry arrived in the Alley just in time as Lily was about to look for him. Making a vague statement about where he had been that was direct enough to satisfy his mom, the two headed home, where Harry planned on telling his parents his plans that night.

After dinner and when Charles had claimed the bathroom for his nightly ritual, Harry pounced on the chance to discuss the topic with his parents. "Mom, dad, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure Harry, what do you need?" James asked, giving most of his attention to his son that he hadn't spent the day with.

Taking a deep breath, Harry began, "I don't want to go to Hogwarts."

That brought the two adults to a screeching halt and Harry was worried that he had broken them with how still they became. Lily was the first to recover, "What do you mean that you don't want to go to Hogwarts? Don't you want to learn magic?"

"I never said I didn't want to learn magic, but I found another place I can learn."

"Hold on a second son, let me get Professor Dumbledore over here, and then we can talk about it," James said getting up to floo Hogwarts.

"That would be great, I think one of his relatives went to where he was talking about!"

The trio only had to wait a few moments for Dumbledore to step through the fireplace. James had caught him as he was finishing up the last of his paperwork for the day. "I am here James, no what seems to be the problem?"

"Harry here, has decided that he doesn't wish to go to Hogwarts, but has learned of another place that he can learn from. We were hoping that you could shed some light on the school. Harry also said that one of your relatives went there," James answered.

"And who my dear boy, do you think was related to me?" Dumbledore asked Harry directly.

"There was a Kendra Dumbledore mentioned." That got the Headmaster's attention as all of his focus was now on Harry. "I'm not sure if she learned magic there, or another skill set and then learnt magic at Hogwarts."

"What is this place called?"

"Camp Jupiter."

"Ah yes," Dumbledore said as he leaned back in his seat and was lost in his thoughts.

"Professor," Lily broached the silence cautiously.

"Yes, sorry about that. I wonder? Harry would you mind if I talked to your parents only for a few minutes. I will try to convince them that this place is very good, but there are a few things that I do not wish to burden the young mind just yet with."

"Okay Professor."

There was silence in the living room until they were sure Harry was somewhere that he couldn't overhear what was being said. "James, Lily, this may be exactly the place we need to send Harry to prepare for the coming war. I have told you that Tom Riddle did not die that Halloween night, but is looking for a way to return to corporal form. Now, I don't know if you remember, but Kendra Dumbledore was my mother and Harry was right in saying that she went to Camp Jupiter. The camp is a remnant of the Roman legions and has its own secrets that cannot be told unless discovered. I can tell you now that Harry would receive an education just as good, if not better than that of Hogwarts."

"Is it safe for him to go?" Lily asked.

"He will be battered and bruised the first few days as he is put through the tests, but after that, he will probably be safer at their little village than Hogwarts would be."

"So do you think we should let him go?" James asked.

"I believe that it would be for the best. Young Harry can go to this place and learn while Charles is at Hogwarts, and then come home for the summer. I believe it would be for the best."

"Okay, we'll trust you on this Albus. What say we get Harry in here and tell him the good news?" James asked.

When Harry was informed of their decision, he couldn't help but to be excited and he showed his enthusiasm. "Yes, I think you will do great things at Camp Jupiter," Dumbledore told Harry. "When the goblins get in contact with you, please let me know and I will arrange an international portkey for you." Harry was so excited that night that it was hours before he fell asleep.

A/N: I know I have two other stories going along, but this idea would just not leave me alone until I wrote it down. Also, how has this idea not been used before? Wizards speak LATIN! haha This story will be updated about every two weeks or so.

I'm taking suggestions on who Harry's patron god or goddess is. I'm thinking Neptune honestly. Also, Seeing as how there was only a handful of characters mentioned from the roman camp, I'm taking submissions for OCs you guys come up with. If you want to make them one of the praetors, a leader of a cohort (besides the third, I have someone developed for that already), or just a friend with the legion. If you make one, send it through the PM and you need to tell me their skill, their patron, and if they are magical or not.

Charles is the boy-who-lived and Dumbledore has explained everything to his Order.