Author's Note: Hi? *Engages Evasive Maneuvers*

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In her camp, Lupa liked order. Discipline. Respect. And it had always been maintained. That is, until that self-righteous Greek came tuttering along.

Yes, yes, she was aware he had saved the Gods, and quite possibility the world, and yes, MAYBE he didn't know who he was, or what he had done, but WHY in the name of Jupiter, had she been saddled with him? Since the day he had arrived, havoc had followed him like a wak.

His arrival. Quite dramatic indeed, even she had to admit. The immortal warriors who patrolled the Camp borders had been on high alert; with the young Jason Grace missing, Lupa wanted to be prepared for anything. All warriors were on border-patrol; all her little demigod pups on quests to locate their lost leader, though all half-bloods had been ordered to return within the next twelve hours.

She had been barking orders- literally- at a group of younglings from the Fourth Legion, when Julius, a member of the guard, came thundering through the grounds, his horse prancing and rearing in excitement, his own face flushed, eyes wide.

"Lupa," he gasped. "My…My Lady. Intruder- Western border… Morning pratrol found him washed up on the beach, seemingly unconscious. Young, black hair, orange shirt, leather beaded necklace," the Wolf's head shot up in alarm at this, her thoughts racing, "…tried to rouse him, he got up, and yelled in some strange language. Brutus mentioned- he, he mentioned Greek. Bu- but," He stuttered, sensing the Wolf Goddess's intense stare, "when he saw who we were, he drew out a pen; before we could laugh, it clicked into a sword- Celestial Bronze. And… he managed to disarm us. All six of the guard. He received not a single cut, though I know he got several blows, as his shirt was torn. But no blood. When it was over, he just dropped his sword, flopped to the ground, clutching his heads, and asked who we were. "

Julius peered nervously out of the corner of his eye, apprehensively, as the irate wolf was on her feet, growling menacingly at nothing.

Her lips pulled over her very, very sharp teeth, she had sneered, "Bring him forth."

**HOO**

Humph. The audacity of Juno… The moment she'd laid eyes on that boy, heard him speak, smelt his scent, she'd realized what he was. What it would mean for her Legions.

He was a Greek.

Son of the Sea God.

And, apparently, the little brat was Savior of Olympus.

Go figures.

Yes, undeniably, Perseus Jackson was a thorn in her side. Although, she supposed, if she removed it-him- nothing could be done to staunch the resultant bleeding.

Author's Note: Hope you liked it! Who's ready for HP Pt.7? I'm so pumped! Also the 2nd PJO movie is due to come out this year, and you can also get a Sneak preview at Son of Neptune at the Disney website.

I'm very excited, I want my reader's to know. After a year of being without it, I have fixed my alert subscription! I will now receive word on my favorite stories, and be able to answer your reviews(:

So, yay!

Fun Fact: All wand props were made on-site at the Set of the HP movies. Dumbledore's wand was a very elaborate design, even though its significance of being the Elder Wand was far from being known when it was first made.

Ale-Mar

(Melt your Heart)