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"I'm sorry, but we must expel you from this institute."

The large rectangular office had three figures in it, the walls were made of wooden panels that gave the room a log cabin feel. A large stuffed polar bear head hung over the brick fireplace that was parallel to the door. Opposite of the white door was a large desk that was covered with all sorts of contraptions where the three people were.

Percy nodded numbly. He wanted to scream at how unfair it was, he didn't even know what type of 'creature' he was, how could he hurt someone? Hot tears ran down his face and Percy didn't even try to wipe them away.

There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds before the indifferent official next to the headmaster of Ilvermorny cleared his throat. The headmaster looked at Percy again, trying to convey some message to him, only later when Percy was older would he understand how the man had attempted to save him from some of the pain. Finally, after about fifteen seconds the man spoke up, "Your wand Percy."

Percy barely managed hold in the sad sob. He knew exactly why they wanted it. He slowly reached into the deep pocket of his jacket and pulled out his wand. His small hand trembled and the wand threatened to fall out of his hand as he held it out to the headmaster. The man took it gingerly but didn't snap it quite then.

Perhaps Percy wouldn't have to witness his most prized possession broken into pieces then. He wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse.

The headmaster then motioned for Percy to sit in a chair he had summoned. The official moved to say something, but the headmaster motioned for him to stand down. The man begrudgingly nodded and stepped back into a corner of the room. Obviously, the Headmaster was one to be respected.

Percy's feet could barely reach the ground in the chair, only the toes of his shoes touched the floor. The old wizard looked at him and Percy let his eyes wonder around the small wooden office and tried desperately to avoid eye contact. "We need to discuss future schooling options for you."

Percy felt a bit of hope at the words. His naivety allowed numerous good scenarios to run through his mind.

"The only school that allows unknown types of half humans is Beauxbatons. Sadly, that school only accepts students seventeen and older. So, for now, there isn't any way you can continue your magical education until that age. If you wish to go there in the future, I would recommend you to learn French, you will have six years to wait after all."

Percy nodded, the tears had dried and now his eyes were just red and puffy. He didn't trust himself to let any noise out besides a strangled cry. Then the official spoke up.

"His wand headmaster."

"Surely not in front of the boy." The headmaster looked slightly horrified.

The official growled and spoke calmly with a barely concealed anger. He had already spent a long time in the office and had clearly run out of patience. "I must be here to witness it being broken and I have a meeting to attend in a couple minutes minutes."

Percy watched as the headmaster picked it back up from where he sat it on his cherry desk. Percy turned away from the headmaster and tried not to see the wand destroyed along with many of his dreams.

A SNAP was heard and Percy fell to his knees as he felt his connection with the wand forcefully break.

"Hmm, normally that knocks people out, no matter. Come here Mister Jackson." Percy walked over to the man with barely the energy to stand and grabbed onto his outstretched arm. The headmaster looked sadly at him.

That was the last thing he saw of his former school as he disappeared with a POP.

~O~

Percy walked through Camp Halfblood, he always hated that name. At first because it reminded him how he had been treated by the wizarding world, later because it was just a terrible name.

He passed by the amphitheater and heard metal clanging and a loud snapping sound. That would probably be Clarisse's electric spear. I wonder which poor soul is her training buddy right now.

He couldn't claim to be good friends with Clarisse, they never really saw eye to eye. However, after fighting together and nearly dying together he could at least say they weren't enemies.

He didn't really have any close friends. Once upon a time he had Grover but he had been stabbed by some blonde daughter of Athena during the battle at Zeus' fist. He had seen the girl once before, when he first arrived at camp, but she had apparently defected to the Titans during his quest for the bolt. He was still sad over his best friend's death, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been right after the battle.

At least he had the satisfaction of avenging Grover.

He arrived at the homely cabin made for Poseidon and entered. The grey ceiling was almost so low that he had to duck and large windows let plenty of light in, overall, it was very cozy. He went to the mirror next to his dresser and looked at his reflection. His skin looked even more tan than usual because of how much time he had been spending outside and his hair was longer than he normally kept it. Probably should go get a haircut.

He traced the two scars on his cheek absently. The scars ran along his jaw and were parallel to each other, he had them since he could remember and wasn't sure where he got them from. He asked his mother when he was then but she never gave him the answer. His leading theories were a monster attack from when he was very young, or his step-father was a lot more violent than he realized. Although he was pretty sure he would remember it if it was the latter.

He walked over to his nightstand and picked up the sack of gold drachma that sat on it. The sack was heavier than one would expect if they didn't know what was in it. After all, gold weighed quite a bit.

Percy went to the small fountain in the corner of the room and fished out a gold coin. Its shiny surface reflected the light from the window that formed a rainbow in the mist.

He ran his thumb over the surface of the coin several times while he tried to think of what to say. He decided to just wing it and tossed the coin into the rainbow the fountain formed. That was usually how he did things and he was still alive so it seemed to work.

"Oh Iris goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Hecate."

After a short time, he saw the face of the goddess of magic form in the mist. She looked at him for a moment before greeting him. "Perseus."

He inclined his head to her, "Lady Hecate."

"To what do I owe the pleasure." Her tone when she said pleasure proved that she thought of it as anything but a pleasure.

"When I pardoned you with my wish you said you were in my debt. I'd like you to repay that debt by teaching me magic."

She looked at him in silence, probably calculating if it would be worth the effort. It dragged on for a while finally after what felt like five minutes she spoke. "Are you capable of doing magic?"

"I nearly finished a year at Ilvermorny." He got excited that she was considering it, though he tried not to let it show.

"I assume you were kicked out for being an 'unknown half creature'?" He could clearly hear her distaste at the words.

It didn't surprise him that she knew that. It is what normally what happened to demigods in the wizarding world, the wizards knew that they were not completely human but could not figure out what else they were. Thus, they were expelled from school and practically exiled.

"Yes."

"Well I haven't much better to do."

"Thank you."

Hecate let a small smile appear on her face. "You needn't thank me, after all I am repaying a debt to you."

Percy shook his head and said, "I'll thank you anyways."

Hecate seemed to think on it for a moment as she looked down, clearly trying to work something out.

"How old are you."

"I'm sixteen."

She nodded, obviously satisfied now.

"So I have a year to get you ready for that French school. You are planning on going there are you not?"

"Yes I plan on going there."

She nodded and said, "Then that should be plenty of time to teach you everything you need to know and more. We can begin tomorrow at five am.

~O~

"A wand is a wizards most powerful tool. It channels a wizard's power and allows them to preform spells efficiently."

Percy nodded, "So a wizard can do spells without a wand, but they won't be as powerful?"

Hecate thought about it for a bit before she answered, "In a way yes, but really they are just as powerful as with a wand. However, they 'leak' magic and waste some of the power behind the spell. Having a wand is like having a funnel whenever you are pouring something into a small opening, it is not needed, but it helps greatly."

Percy digested the information and looked around him. The room he was in had an arched ceiling, above him many shelves hung to the wall full of glass jars. Besides the shelves there were two tables, one had many blocks of wood on it, the other had many cutting instruments and measuring tapes along with other devices he didn't recognize.

Hecate stepped up to the table with the woods on it and motioned for him to come to her.

"Place your hand on each of the woods and tell me which on you feel a... connection to." She paused, no doubt to try to think of a way to describe the sensation he should feel.

Percy moved his hand and placed it on a red wood, he didn't feel anything. He looked closer and realized that there were many small runes carved into the wood. He looked at Hecate, "There are runes on the wood?"

She nodded, pleased that he noticed. "They are there to stimulate a magical reaction to you, it is what makes this process possible."

Percy looked lost in his thoughts for a moment before he looked at the runes again. He couldn't understand them now but he assumed that in a year he would probably be able to. "Alright then."

He placed his hand on some of the other woods and nothing of interest happened. A couple times he thought he felt a small tingle, but Hecate told him that he'd know it when he touched the wood. Eventually he stood in front of a piece of wood that was a grey-tan color. It had brown lines about an inch and a half long that ran down it.

The surface of the wood felt warm, which was strange because the room he was in was uncomfortably cold. He ran his hand along it and felt something, what that something was he could not describe.

"This one" Hecate looked up from the Teen Witch Weekly magazine she had pulled out while she waited on him. She raised on eye brow at the wood he had pointed out.

"Palm wood, of course, why did I think it would be any different." She grumbled and put down her magazine and grabbed another block of the same wood from a cardboard box in the corner of the room, she sat the block down on the table with all the tools.

"Alright now start placing your hand on each of the glass bottles, you'll feel a similar sensation to what you felt before." He slowly made his way through the bottles. They had some strange ingredients in them, he was sure he saw a unicorn horn in one. Finally he touched a jar that had a single tan feather inside. He felt the same feeling as before and looked at Hecate, who had picked up her magazine again and started reading in her chair.

"Aren't you a little old for that?" He said extremely amused.

Hecate looked up at him and huffed. "One is never too old for a good bit of Teen Witch Weekly, now don't you have some wand core to find?"

"I found it."

She walked over to the jar he held and grabbed hold of it. After taking a look inside she sat it next to the block of wood. "A feather from the original Pegasus, I'm impressed. Although I probably should have seen this one coming as well."

She then picked up a tape measure. "Now put your arms out for me, I need to get some measurements."

Hecate ended up having measured his height, arm length, finger length, ear height, neck width, and even the distance between his nostrils. "Alright now that I have that I can begin making you a wand. Now scram, go practice your potions or something."

Percy exited the room and went to go practice potions, which were surprisingly easy.

~O~

"Again"

Three silver spells hit the dummy without even a quarter second in between each one. The first sliced off the straw dummy's head, the next its arm, and the final sliced it in half. Each cut was clean and would have taken a person out of the fight one way or another.

When the pieces hit the stone floor they bounced slightly, after they came to a rest they floated back up to the dummy and reattached themselves.

Hecate smiled and summoned another dummy next to the first. "Good, now again, this time with both dummies."

Percy nodded and wiped some of the sweat off his forehead and readied his wand again.

~O~

"It is not changing colors." Hecate sounded amused.

"I'm well aware of that." Percy growled and jabbed his wand at the chameleon that sat on the table. It shifted a bit before it turned back into the porcelain plate it was before. Percy stopped and took a couple slow breathes and cleared his mind. Hecate had told him that magic was easier with a clear head.

"Pateleon!" He shouted out and imagined the plate molding into a chameleon. Slowly it morphed into what had seen in his mind.

The chameleon looked confused but quickly realized it had two people watching him. When it realized it changed colors to match the table.

"Good." That was all Hecate said.

~O~

"Do it again, faster this time." Hecate yelled across the room. Then she snapped her fingers and the room came back to life.

Each dummy had a little wand haphazardly taped onto their hands and were dressed in immaculate white suits. They looked a little seventeen-man mafia.

Percy was dodged all the spells that flew at him. They were nothing dangerous, just simple stinging hexes, but they would hurt, a lot. He sent a complex chain of spells at one of the dummies and then ducked under a blue spell.

He then put up a powerful shield so he could have a second to focus on his transfiguration of some helpers. With just a flick of his wand three pieces of cloth, probably from a dummy he destroyed, turned into stone lions. He directed them to attack the dummies.

Every single spell that left the tip of his wand would have incapacitated or killed any opponent, bone breakers, stunners, piercing hexes, cutting curses, all meant to take the enemy out of the fight as quick as possible. There were also many other things attacking the dummies than just his spells. Transfigured giants, water tendrils, and random objects that also helped destroy the dummies.

Soon all but one of the original seventeen dummies were completely gone, the last remaining of them only hung on to its post by a couple thin pieces of straw.

"Stop!" Hecate snapped her fingers and everything disappeared. Percy collapsed to the floor and lay on his back. He breathed heavily and sweat dripped off of him. He couldn't find the energy to do much more than move his head up to look at her.

"You did well Percy there is not much more I can teach you in this without real people to practice with. Now we will move on to duels between me and you."

Percy let out a groan at just the thought of that. It would not be a fun time.

"Oh hush. Now go do something productive and study that runes book I gave you."

Percy grumbled something about sleep being productive and dragged himself off the floor of the training room. Where he slowly walked to the exit obviously very tired. Using that many spells is very exhausting.

Luckily for him he was a son of Poseidon so all he needed was a bit of water and he would be good as new. Being a demigod wasn't all terrible things, like his water powers and his... water powers... Well he never did claim it was a good thing.

When he had left through the doorway Hecate laughed and pulled out the latest issue of Teen Witch Weekly, "Oh, I haven't had this much fun in years!"

There was a faint, "I heard that!" Though Hecate barely noticed, already completely focused on her magazine.

~O~

Percy's training exhausted him and he was surprised at his own ability to withstand it. He trained for fourteen hours a day. He didn't even get a break while he slept. Through some complicated magic Hecate trained him in during his sleep too. The side effect of this being that he improved at an incredible rate. In four and a half months he was at OWL levels, just a month and a half later he was at his NEWTs. That had to be a record somewhere.

He took only the courses that would help him according to Hecate. For example, he only achieved a basic understanding of astronomy and arithmancy, just enough to complete his OWLS. While he was extremely advanced in potions and runes, far past NEWT levels. He didn't even bother with divination and 'muggle' studies. Honestly, what type of class is that? Studying 'no-maj's like they were some type of zoo animal?

Luckily for his sanity he had Sunday off, which he often spent at his mother's place getting to know his baby sister. He did stop by at camp about once a month to visit a couple friends he still had there though.

Right then he had spoken with Hecate to learn more about the magical world.

"If I'm advancing so fast compared to most of the magical schools why don't better-off wizards just hire tutors for their children? Especially in Britain."

Hecate smiled like he had finally said something intelligent for once. Which he took offense to, all of his previous questions had been very important. Especially that one about if wizards had heard of pens. "Three things, tradition and connections. Most of the ancient magical families have sent there children to Hogwarts for centuries. You should know how wizards are with tradition. Also Hogwarts is the best place for making allies in Britain, this year alone Hogwarts has heirs from over three-quarters of all the ancient families in Britain."

That made a lot of sense. He wasn't sure that having a subpar education was worth having connections, but it was obvious all those stuffy nobles thought differently.

He noticed she missed her third reason. "What's the third reason?"

"You are being taught by me." That she said snottily.

Percy raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. Mostly because he knew it was true. She was the goddess of magic after all. He often wondered the full extent of her abilities, just how powerful was her magic? Could she destroy the most powerful wards like the ones around Hogwarts with a snap of her fingers? Maybe it went deeper, like being able to not only break the wards but to bend them to her will?

He could sit there all day and speculate on his teacher's abilities, but he had training to do so he wouldn't. Or maybe Hecate would tell him, but he doubted it. The time he asked she just smiled at him and pointed at the book on healing he had in his hands even though he was supposed to be finished for the day. He hadn't attempted to ask again after that.

"Alrighty then... So why does magic interfere with a lot of mortal technology?"

"Ahh, another good question. Two in one night, very impressive Perseus, perhaps you are learning something." Percy made a face at that, "Well..."

~O~

Going shopping was never fun, whether in the magical or normal world. Hecate had dragged him to every single store in the village. Which he was told it was the second largest magical settlement in France. So there were a lot of them.

He had gotten so many things he was pretty sure his feather weight charm failed along with his expansion charm. The thing felt much heavier than earlier and he didn't think that was because his arms were exhausted.

It wasn't a complete waste of time though. He had many goodies from cauldrons, to telescopes, to books, there was even a pensieve in there.

He was sure that he had a blister from all the walking they had been doing too, but he didn't complain once. He was to afraid that he would accidentally anger Hecate to make even a peep. He had only stepped in when they had started to head back into stores they had already been in.

"Alright Hecate, I don't think they got any new stock since we went in there fifteen minutes ago."

Hecate looked startled, like she had forgotten he was even there. Which was definitely a possibility, even though she had dragged him along, maybe she thought he was just a dummy, or a really heavy human-shaped shopping bag? She seemed to take longer than even when she had her nose in a magazine to actually understand what he said.

"Oh, I suppose you are right." She said with a small frown. Then a bright smile lit up her face.

"Wait, we still need to go to one more store." She said.

Percy made a big show of looking inside the bag that held of their items as if trying to find what item they had missed. Had some shop just restocked in front of them? He looked around but couldn't see anything anywhere.

"We still need to head to the clothes store; we need to get your uniform!"

Percy stopped in his tracks, a man walking closely behind him barely managed to avoid running into his back. His eyes widened at the implications of what he had just heard before he tried to apparate away to safety. A hand on his arm stopped him.

"Where do you think you are going silly, you cannot attend Beauxbatons without a uniform." Thus, Hecate dragged Percy away into the clothes shop. After what was probably about ten minutes the woman running the clothing store had finished taking all his measurements. Another forty minutes before the woman had finished all the small adjustments needed to the uniform.

In all fairness it was a rather nice uniform, it consisted of charcoal pants, a light blue button-down shirt, a dark blue vest, and an overcoat the same color as the shirt. He also bought a grey pair of gloves and a scarf that matched the overcoat for when the weather was colder. Which would be much sooner than expected if the Tri-Wizard Tournament truly happened in Britain.

It was definitely better than any other uniform he was forced to wear while at school, and he had been to a lot of schools. Whoever designed it certainly put a lot of care into it. Although he thought it would look a bit better if it was more of an ocean blue, but he was probably a bit biased.

Percy left the shop after he payed the lady for the robes, they were a bit on the pricey side, but that didn't matter too much to him. Poseidon, or as the wizards knew him as, Neptune had some pretty large vaults, and apparently as his descendant he could access them.

Now Hecate had started dragging him off to... another shop? Where did that one come from? He tried to dig his heels into the ground, but that barely slowed the woman down.

"Percy you didn't think we'd be able to leave without buying the proper shoes did, you?"

Percy had gone to bed exhausted that night, luckily the huge blisters on his feet had healed while he was in the shower, left on its own to heal he probably wouldn't have been able to walk comfortably for at least five days.

On a more positive note it was only two weeks till the school year started. The moment he had been waiting for since he was eleven had arrived. Strangely he didn't feel all that nervous, maybe all that training with Hecate on occlumency was actually worth it?

Supposedly it helped focus one's thoughts, but Percy's ADHD had always made it difficult to do such. Then again, he had been much less impulsive that year, so maybe. Although he doubted he would ever get the level of focus needed to read someone's mind, Hecate told him so and he was inclined to believe her. She was confident his level of occlumency would be enough to stop any attempts to get into his thoughts, even from some of the most powerful wizards like Voldemort and he was satisfied with that.

Hecate had started mentioning 'enhancing' his training so he could learn everything he needed to learn before he went to the school. Hinting at things like 'advanced rituals' and 'extreme dueling'. He wasn't exactly sure what she had talked about and he didn't think he would enjoy it. However, he was sure he could survive anything the goddess threw at him.

Famous last words.

Wow doing the final editing for this bad boy was a pain. Possibly my longest chapter yet, hopefully I'll be able to keep up the length throughout the story. I had a plan to say something here that would've answer a lot of questions, but I forgot it so... I guess you'll have to review, if you want them answered, what a shame.

Anyways, stay safe.