Alrighty, I got a kinda confusing review from a guest that said something about reworking some bits, I think after reading it a couple times I get what it was trying to say. So in this, Beauxbatons is like a magic college or university where you go to refine your education. So Percy needing to prepare for it makes sense, but that would leave a plot hole as to why the headmaster of Ilvermorny told him to go there later when he wouldn't be prepared. However because the headmaster of Beauxbaons is also a half creature I'd like to think she would understand the plight of others which is also why her school accepts them, so in my mind she would have some type of program to get them up to the standard everyone else is in case they are behind. I hope that made sense. I'll make sure to show this in future chapters.

"Are you ready to go?" Hecate asked him. She said so in a motherly tone that made him feel uncomfortable, especially because their relationship never evolved from master and student. He knew she meant to make him unnerved, according to her it was to prepare him for the bureaucracy of the wizarding world, which if what she said was true, was unbearable. That didn't help prevent him from feeling awkward however.

"Nearly, I still need to pack the last of my potion supplies in my briefcase." The aforementioned briefcase was on the floor. It had two compartments, the largest of which was on the back of the case and took up nearly the entire the entire thing, the top seemed so small that it couldn't fit anything more than half an inch wide in it. Yet if someone opened it they would realize very quickly how large that top compartment was.

If they went into the compartment they'd find themselves in a small greenhouse. Nothing very special was grown in it, but it had many common potion ingredients in it. Branching off of the greenhouse was three rooms, a potions lab, a training room, and a storage room. The small pocket-dimension had been enchanted by Hecate herself.

Percy grabbed a large box full of potion supplies, he had saved it for last. The box was filled with his most valuable ingredients, and it had anything from basilisk venom to phoenix tears in it. He put the large box under his arm and carefully made his way down the ladder and into the greenhouse. He made it to the bottom and looked around at the greenhouse in distaste.

He never did like herbology, he would have preferred to just buy all the ingredients, but he understood the importance of having a renewable source in case he ran out.

He made his way around the tables covered with potted plants and entered the storage room where he had boxes stacked neatly on shelves. He carefully sat down the box and climbed back up the ladder. "Alright, now I'm finished."

"Good, now I want to remind you of something. This is very important."

You are my champion, I have personally trained you for a year now. They will try to walk over you, to discredit you, to degrade you, and I will not have it. If you let them do anything of the sort I will kill you myself, because you will bring me down with you." Percy was touched, this was her way of saying she cared, kind of. It still focused on her a bit but that is the best you can reasonably get from an immortal. "Do you understand?"

He noticed flaws in the statement immediately however, it wasn't like he could go around cursing everybody who insulted him. Not unless he wanted a dirty cramped cell in some jail in France.

"Err, kind of. I can't really be going around punching people just because they said some mean words about me though."

"You are aware there are other ways to fight back aren't you? Your ceaseless chattering is legendary in the celestial world, use it." Percy smiled at that, it was good to know you were famous for insulting all-powerful immortal beings. Sadly, from Hecate's tone she didn't appreciate his excellent humor.

"Of course I know how to deal with those people, but I can't exactly insult the minister of France without consequence."

Hecate appeared thoughtful at that. "Very well, although I'm surprised you actually know when to keep you mouth shut. It seems you have a death wish every time you walk into the throne room."

Percy smiled at those memories, nothing like seeing Zeus and all those other Olympians' faces every time he insulted them. Maybe he could use them for his patronus next time? He was broken out of his thoughts by a loud slap, and his cheek stinging.

"Are you done daydreaming?" Percy nodded and felt the red mark, she slapped hard. "Now, pay attention, I don't want to have to repeat myself. If I do I'll do worse than slap you on the cheek."

The way she said that while twirling her wand wasn't pleasant. "So, while I do not want you insulting to many important people and getting killed, I also do not want you getting stepped on at every turn. So do try to find a balance."

"Oh something else, while the French do not really have any stigma with 'dark magic' the British do, try to refrain from using any spells they consider dark while at the tournament." She said.

Percy nodded, the British Ministry were well known for their bigoted views on pretty much everything. "Finally, there is a boy who will be put in the tournament named Harry Potter in an attempt on his life. I want you to help him, he has provided me with much entertainment with all his adventures and I would be very upset if he died."

Percy snorted, that was pretty typical of gods, they only cared about people as entertainment. Not that he could hold it against them, they'd probably seen everything in their thousands of years of living. Keeping themselves entertained must be pretty hard.

"Alright so don't get myself killed for saying something dumb, don't do big bad magic in front of the Brits, and help out Harry Potter so he can entertain you more, got it." As he listed the 'tips' he attempted to commit them to memory.

"Good, now grab your briefcase, I don't trust you not to splinch me so I will take us." She ignored his cries of protest that he was capable of simple apparation. "When we arrive you need to head up to the entrance where there will many other people waiting, just follow them and eventually you'll get there. Remember, if you embarrass me there will be nowhere you can hide that you are safe."

With that final warning Percy closed his eyes and felt very light as Hecate flashed him to Beauxbatons.

~O~

Percy reappeared on the grounds of the school and felt slightly anxious. He didn't understand why. He had faced titans, monsters, angry gods, and even a Bigfoot look-a-like and this is what made him nervous?

Using those thoughts he was able to shove the feelings deep down where he shielded himself from them using occulmency. They were still there however.

He walked along a well-kept dirt path that, he hoped, made its way to the main gate of the castle. Hecate didn't arrive with him and he assumed she dropped him off and left to go do whatever it is the divine do, so she wasn't there to direct him where to go.

The path he was following cut through a large plain of grass that was filled with flowers and the occasional ash tree. A couple hundred meters from it he could see a large birch forest that provided a nice backdrop. The leaves on the trees had not yet changed color, showing that autumn had not yet started.

A bit less than five minutes in Percy's walk he spotted a small group of five further up the path he was on. They were heading the same direction he was, and that helped him reassure himself that he was headed the right way.

Five minutes after he first saw the people in front of him he was able to see the castle.

The view was breathtaking, high towers reached for the clouds and large arches supported them. Large pointed blue roofs sat on the towers like hats. The castle reminded him of Cinderella's Castle, except it was far grander.

Percy spent the rest of the walk admiring his new school. He wasn't one for architecture, but it was really impressive. However, its beauty didn't distract his mind from the strategic value of the place as he got close enough to make out the finer details.

It was built on a slight hill, not really noticeable, but it would definitely be difficult to lug siege equipment up. While there was the occasional tree there wasn't anything that could conceal an army's approach within a kilometer, where the birch forest grew closest to the castle. As he got closer he also noticed the moat, and, while it was filled with crystal clear water unlike most, a clean moat was still a moat. The high stone wall also looked very sturdy as well.

He was sure it would have been a formidable stronghold had it ever been used as one.

He arrived at the gate where a large group of over one-hundred people were waiting. All of them were wearing the light blue school uniform that, worn by everyone, gave the school a suave air.

Many of them were sitting down in chairs, that after a moment of observation he thought were conjured, as he was pretty sure chairs don't normally have four and a half legs. As some of the poorer attempts did. Although even they were admirable, conjuring was extremely difficult and the fact they came out even looking like chairs was impressive.

He relaxed in his conjured lawn chair he made and felt something push on his occulmency barriers. He looked around for the source and noticed that around half of the men were staring at a girl who was sitting off to the side. They were all in various states, some who he assumed had no occulmency training were openly drooling and others who had obviously had some were simply glancing in her direction a couple times. The rest, similar to him, looked confused as they presumably felt something hit their barriers and looked at her when trying to find the source.

It took him a moment to recall what it was, allure, according to the textbook Hecate had made him read it was a form of mind magic that veela had. He groaned at the idea of going to school with a veela who had strong passive allure, it wasn't exceedingly difficult to keep it from affecting him, but it would definitely be exhausting to keep up his mental shields for extended periods of time.

Oh well, it would be good practice.

While he was waiting Percy also conjured some cushions for his chair and transfigured an umbrella from a rock. While Percy could have conjured the umbrella, he decided he would transfigure it to conserve energy.

It didn't take long for many others to follow his example, it was after all, a hot day. While most of the other students transfigured everything, he noticed impressed, that three students conjured their umbrella, one of which was the veela, he couldn't get a good look at the other two. After ten minutes the large golden gates opened.

A woman walked out, she was extremely tall, if he had to estimate she was at the very least ten feet tall. It just went to show how progressive magical France had become after the destruction of Grindelwald that they had a half-giant as the headmistress of the most prestigious magical academy in the country. It was refreshing.

"Welcome students to Beauxbatons Academy! For those who do not know I am Madame Maxime, I will be your headmistress." Her voice was loud, impressively so. Which seeing her size shouldn't have been so surprising. It did make her French difficult to understand though. "I like to personally greet all the new students and explain how this school operates on the first day."

"You will all be divided into groups of five according to gender and the subjects you are taking. Each group will share a dormitory and a large bathroom. These dormitories will be off of one of three common rooms, which your teacher here," She pointed to a white haired man that Percy thought he recognized as one of Beauxbaton's fabled dueling teachers. "Will lead you to. You will be allowed to mingle with your classmates there. When you reach your common room a paper on the wall will have your room number on it."

She ended her talk with a farewell and an expression he didn't understand. He could safely assume that it didn't mean anything too important as none of the students had really reacted to it as they had the information before.

He followed the white haired man through the castles corridors, and he could say with confidence that the inside was just as impressive as the outside. Long peach and grey carpets with intricate designs woven into them ran through the hallways. Large blue banners hung from walls evenly spaced apart, each was embroidered with designs using a golden or silver silk. Between the banners were windows that let in plenty of natural light.

The place had an undeniable feeling of grandeur to it.

The common rooms were just as awe-inspiring, although they had a much more relaxed feeling to them, clearly this was where they were meant to spend most of their time. He checked the parchment and went to his dorm room to drop off his briefcase he had nearly forgotten he was holding. He seemed to be the first one at his dorm because he didn't see anyone else.

There were three stone walls that stuck out of the wall opposite of the door. They separated that half of the large dormitory into five spaces. Each space had a bed in the left corner of the space, a window, a wardrobe, a desk, and a mirror. A curtain allowed the space to be closed off for privacy. Percy whistled, they were some of the nicest accommodations he'd seen in a school.

The other half of the dormitory was taken up by a table with a couple chairs, several couches, a small kitchenette, and a coat rack. All the furniture was achromic which he thought strange until he realized it was probably to allow students to personalize their rooms.

While he was busy studying his new living space someone came through the door he was about to check out.

The boy was on the shorter side and had brown hair and a big nose. He didn't seem all that surprised that Percy was there, and started speaking in French. "Oh, hello."

"Hello." Percy said.

"The bathroom is pretty nice, its got a bunch of stalls and everything." The boy said.

"That's nice, name's Percy." Percy stuck out his hand to him.

The boy grasped it, his hand shake was firm. "I'm Louis, your accent is kind of strange... are you from Greece?"

Percy was only slightly surprised by this, his lessons with Hecate had mostly been in Greek and it had given him a slight accent. "No, I'm from America. My father is Greek though."

"Ahh, ok. Your French is very good for a foreigner." Percy thanked him and heard the door to the dorm open, another two people walked in.

He walked over to greet his new roommates.

~O~

After a couple hours of getting to know his new roommates Percy headed to grab lunch with them. They sat down at one of the large circular tabled and started to serve themselves some good food. Percy avoided all the seafood and grabbed a large piece of a meat pie. He also begrudgingly added some vegetables on his plate. He knew that Hecate would not be happy if he started eating to unhealthy. He had no doubt she would find out if he did.

He felt something push on his occulmency barriers and just ignored it, which wasn't to hard as he was giving his attention to his food. He noticed besides him his roommate, Giovanni, was staring at the girl. He slapped him on the back of the head. "Stop staring."

His roommate had a glazed look in his eyes, beside Percy his roommates started snickering. "But.. she's so... pretty..."

The snickering evolved into full blown laughter as Percy picked up his cup and splashed his new roommate with cold water. Immediately the boy shook his had and started wiping the water off his face. "What was that for?!"

The laughter of his roommates had started full force again, Percy couldn't stop himself from snickering either. "You got distracted by that girl over there's allure, you were practically drooling."

Giovanni to his credit looked slightly ashamed. "How did that not happen to you guys?"

This time Marco started speaking, "We have some occulmency training which protects us from it."

"Could you guys teach me, that could be really embarrassing if I turned into a drooling mess in front of everyone."

"You mean 'if I turned into a drooling mess in front of everyone again'?"

More laughter.

After that they finished eating with no more incidents, Giovanni glanced at the French girl a couple more times whenever her allure spiked, but nobody commented on it, they couldn't exactly blame him as there was pretty much nothing he could do. They had their laugh and weren't going to be too hard on him.

At the end of the day when Percy went to bed he felt a mixture of tired and energetic. Besides his occasional trip to Camp Halfblood he hadn't been able to socialize much, it had been pretty hard, he was a pretty social person and having no one to talk to besides Hecate and her other apprentice, Leo, had been difficult. Yet, he also hadn't done much in the way of magic s he also felt active.

Luckily, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep, but as he did he saw Hecate staring at him.

"We're doing training at night still?"

"Yes."

Percy resisted the urge to groan. "Will it be as intense as before?"

"Of course not." Hecate said, "It will be worse."

~O~

Harry's relatives had been surprisingly nice to him. Which may, or may not have had something to do with the black dog at his feet.

When his relatives learned that Sirius Black, his infamous godfather that supposedly killed thirteen people, had escaped and was now watching over Harry, they were understandably, frightened. Of course they didn't know that the dog was actually Sirius, but they knew it had some type of connection to him.

So they treated him well. In return he also treated them well, after all it was best not to push them. He cooked them full breakfasts every day, the works: eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, biscuits, he even made some American things like pancakes and waffles on good days. He found he quite enjoyed cooking. He also occasionally helped keep the gardens and clean the house. Although he didn't dare go near the laundry.

His relationship between him and his relatives had gotten better. Aunt Petunia had been much nicer to him after, even going as far as sharing some stories about his mother from her childhood. Dudley had been much nicer to, it seemed that his time at Smeltings, which was a military school, had matured him. Which was good news because after Dudley started wrestling he had become interested with sports and had turned a lot of his bulk from fat to muscle.

Uncle Vernon was also being civil with him, he had stopped calling him 'freak', or 'boy' and instead used his real name. He was certain it was either the excellent breakfasts he made for him or the wizarding tea that even Vernon admitted was fantastic. Interesting enough he owned half of the company that made the tea, along with the Greengrass family, so he basically got Vernon to like him for free.

Ownership of the company was just one of the many revelations when Sirius started teaching him about his family.

Another one of them was that he had nearly been involved in a marriage contract. The Potter family had once been much larger, with over two-hundred family members. Sadly, after World War One his family had been decimated from fighting on the front lines bringing it down to just twenty members after they had been betrayed by several of their own.

The war with Grindelwald after that had put the family in the situation they were in now, only ten of them survived and most of them had been to old to continue the line. Only two of them had been able to have heirs and one of them killed themselves after many years of suffering shell shock.

Overall the Potters had not had a fortuitous last century.

The marriage contract stated that if either of the families involved were down to a sole heir the heir would marry an eligible man or woman would marry he or she. Luckily for Harry, the family, who he couldn't remember the name of, had merged itself with the Abbot line and the contract was dismantled. Now it was just useless scrap of paper.

Harry stood up after finishing his lunch and went up to his small room to pack his trunk for heading to the Weasely's. He would be watching the Quidditch World Cup with them.

When he first heard the news he was sure that his uncle wouldn't allow him. He was correct, but not for the reason he was expecting. His uncle had been very upset that he wouldn't be there to supply him with tea. Even though he could get it himself he refused to order by owl, even though he was better to Harry didn't mean he would deal with anything related to wizards. In the end he forced Harry to buy him several large boxes so he would have enough to last the year, after that he was more than happy to let him go.

Then he looked over at Sirius who was busy chasing his tail. He waited for the inevitable yelp when he actually caught it and bit it.

Harry didn't understand why he did it, when he asked all Sirius could tell him was that it 'felt right'. Then he realized he had wasted five minutes watching the spinning. He really needed to learn not get distracted by his godfather's habits.

He pulled out his new clothes from inside his closet and neatly rolled up his clothing before stuffing it into his suitcase. Sirius had bought them for him a week ago. Harry thought they looked nice, but he was told by Hermione that he had no fashion sense several times so he couldn't be sure. Then again, that was when he wore rags leftover from his cousin that were several sizes to large, so maybe that wasn't accurate anymore. Also Hermione wasn't exactly the best person to take fashion advice from.

After trying in vain to fix his trunk that had somehow turned into a disorganized mess while he was putting everything in he grabbed his wand and owl cage. Then the black dog that had laid down on his bed transformed into his godfather.

"You ready pup?" Sirius said, Harry's mouth twitched into a small smile at the nickname.

"Yes."

"Alright grab my arm and hold on tight." Sirius said and Harry grabbed Sirius' arm and felt an uncomfortable sensation. The only way he could describe was that it was similar to the G-forces of a roller coaster. Except much worse, he wondered if this was what it felt like to be in a human centrifuge.

The sensation stopped and Harry doubled over. He felt really dizzy and it was only Sirius' firm grip on his arm that kept him upright. He felt Sirius rubbing his back while he recovered. It took a full twenty seconds for his vision to return, after that he could see they were at the door of the Burrow.

"You did good, most people puke on their first time." Sirius said, Harry didn't respond. He was to busy trying not to do exactly what Sirius was talking about.

Another two minutes passed before he recovered enough to walk. "Alright, I think I'm ready."

"Excellent, now let's go inside, it's cold out here."

Bit of Harry in there, seeing as he probably won't be in the next chapter or the one after that.

I have some good plans for this story, I'm going to try to give all the characters in the description their own journey. And no, not just the standard complete Triwazard Tournament for Fleur and Harry, that's not enough for two main characters.

I really wanted to get his out yesterday, but I couldn't manage sorry. That's not really a bad thing though, I found I flaw in my writing style during editing today that really improved the chapter. Apparently I use when in situations where it would be better to use 'as' or nothing.

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