I'm back. I'm sorry for it being in first person, but it is higher quality when written that way because it's easier to transition to thought, the Harry POV at the end is in third person though.

I woke up early, so early the sun wasn't even up yet. During my years of service in the Legion I had gotten into the habit, the Legion was much stricter than the Greek camp and had I been there I probably wouldn't be up for at least another two hours.

I took a relaxing shower, brushed his teeth, and in vain, to brush my hair. I don't know why I even bother anymore, one time I put an entire tube of hair gel in my hair and it did nothing.

After failing to tame my hair, I ate a piece of toast and made myself a pot of coffee. Wizards had those pepper up potions that technically were better and gave more energy than coffee, but he was a good American who was loyal (and addicted) to his brew.

Normally combining my ADHD with caffeine was a bad idea, but I had many things to do today. Mentally making a list I went through them all. I had to feed the squid, try to make dent in the monsters of the forest, and help Grubbly-Plank in her magical creatures lesson.

I probably should have scheduled for another day than the first day of lessons, but oh well, you know what they say about foresight.

I grabbed my finished pot of coffee and poured it into my glass, warm steam rose from hot liquid. I added an unhealthy amount of sugar and some milk in it. Soon it looked and probably tasted more like a root beer float than coffee. I then tilted it as one would do a shot glass and drained it in one gulp.

Normally someone would burn their mouth and throat doing this without cooling it down, but hey I'm the son of Neptune and I am gonna take advantage of that as much as possible. After all, it wasn't all benefits.

Now ready to take on a new day I grabbed a bag of meat for the giant, and extremely picky, squid. Apparently the old groundskeeper spoiled him by only feeding him red meat and fried bacon, but I wasn't about to cook bacon just for the squid. If I was cooking bacon, it was for myself.

I lugged the large garbage bag full of meat to the peaceful lake. Upon reaching the water he dumped in all of the meat, kind of like how one would chum the water to attract sharks. I looked solemnly at the meat. What a waste, that could have fed at least an entire house maybe even more.

A massive purple tentacle covered in barbed suction cups burst of of the water. The tentacle grabbed onto the meat that was staining the nearby water red. The enormous squid dragged it down under the water, leaving a small trail of blood behind it, presumably to the creatures mouth, I'm happy it doesn't have an appetite for students, that creature would be a pain to get rid of.

Shrugging I went off to the great hall for breakfast. It might get steak, but I get sausage and bacon.

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After a hearty breakfast consisting of bacon, eggs, hash-browns, french toast, and some fruit I was ready to go on an adventure (I even had my handkerchief).

I strapped on my imperial gold armor I received as gift from Vulcan, it resembled the much lighter Greek armor than the heavy armor used by Romans. The process of putting on my armor took about fifteen minutes, no matter how many times I do it solo I wouldn't get much faster, there were simply to many buckles and strings.

I put riptide in a sheath at my waist, the sheath was faster to draw than when it was in it's pen form, although it lost the element of surprise. Against creatures that had never faced an enemy with a sword though, the element of surprise didn't really matter.

I checked in my bag, it had nectar, ambrosia, and Greek fire, I was well prepared for once. I'm sure Reyna would be shocked, me going on a quest with the proper gear? Even I would snort at the idea.

I made I way to the dark and spooky forest, ready to commit genocide on some giant spiders. It's a shame I don't have a flamethrower.

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Hack, slash, stab, repeat. Add in a roll or two and you get exactly what I was doing. Although that is a bit modest, if I didn't have and spatial awareness or good footwork I'd probably be dead. That didn't even account for the energy and accuracy it took to swing the sword so much.

My mix of the Roman and Greek style was proving extremely effective against the hordes of eight-legged enemies. I just needed to be extra careful around all the webs, I didn't want to get caught in one.

I chopped my way to the main nest where the females were nursing the newborn creatures, if I could just get some Greek fire in there I could wait for the nest to die out, without magic they can only live for about two months.

The nest was a large hole with sloped sides lined with spider silk. The ground was filled with soft things such as small branches, dead leaves, and chips of wood they broke apart with they're massive jaws. Coincidentally all of those things were extremely flammable.

I reached into my bag with my left hand, fending off spiders with my other, and pulled out the dangerous substance. From my testing their webs, surprisingly, were fireproof, so I didn't have to worry about it spreading outwards and burning down the forest.

Just look how prepared I am!

I was tiring though and had to finish it quickly, so I grabbed the jar and tossed it as far as I could into the nest. Many of my eight legged attackers watched as the jar sailed through the air and landed right into large pile of sticks. The fire spread quickly, it destroyed many of the nurseries, and when the attacking spiders realized their nest was ablaze they retreated to save the eggs, only to catch on fire themselves.

I almost felt bad for them until I noticed the many bodies and bones caught in their webs, HUMAN bodies. These things had been terrorizing the forest for to long, someone had to stop them.

I was under no illusions that the fire would kill off all the spiders, I would hunt down the rest, but just in case I would not open up the forest until around Christmas, by that time they would have all died from old age.

Now was a time for celebration, my plan two weeks in the making has just completed its first big step.

~0~

With a box of donuts in my left hand and the reigns of a black winged horse in my right I was waiting behind a bunch of bushes to make a dramatic entrance. Apparently Grubbly-Plank more love for dramatics than Jupiter.

I was helping her do a lesson on pegasi, a supposedly extinct animal according to wizards.

I couldn't fault her to much for the dramatics though, showing off an extinct animal to a class would probably feel pretty cool.

"Boss. You gonna give me those donuts?" Blackjack emphasized this by nudging the box.

I rolled my eyes, "Did you really do anything to deserve them though?"

He stamped his hoof throwing some dirt onto my pants, "Yes, I flew all the way here from New York!"

I gave him a dead-pan stare, "You can bend time and space, distance doesn't matter to you."

"Yeah well I uh... Am participating in this lesson of yours!" He seemed smug as if he just won some huge battle.

"You would do this lesson with or without donuts, you love to show off and have people stare at you in wonder." I gave up and just gave him the donuts, no matter how much I argued he was stubborn as a mule, which was kind of funny.

"What are you laughing about?" Blackjack said while licking donut off his snout.

"Nothing." Before Blackjack could express his doubt Plank said the key phrase. "Remember no biting students."

"Students I have a very special lesson for you today, our friend Groundskeeper Jackson breeds a very special animal." Technically that was true, although it didn't happen very often. Pegasi lived extremely long lives and having to breed a new one didn't happen often. Some pegasi like Blackjack didn't age, especially if they were direct children of the original Pegasus.

I lead Blackjack around to the class, it was fifth year students from all of the houses, I guess Plank wanted to get as many people for this as possible. Many of the students gasped at the sight of a pegasus, and Blackjack being the vain creature he was flapped his wings a bit. It definitely got everyone's attention.

"You have a pegasus?" One of the students I could not discern from the crowd asked. Soon many more questions came in, I didn't even bother answering, my voice would be drowned out by everyone speaking at once.

Once everyone realized I wasn't going to answer any questions until they were quiet they were silent, until one girl asked for his name.

"His name is Blackjack, I actually rescued him from some illegal animal traffickers." After a few more the question came up about riding him.

"No, he's not a very friendly guy, he'd probably buck you off or make you fall off while you were in air." I reached up and patted him on the neck, my sleeve coming up as I did so, I saw the lightning bolt scar kid, Harry Potter point at me and whisper something to his friends, I didn't pay it any mind.

The lesson went on, without any incidents except for a boy who fell into some deep mud, but I pulled him out. Afterwards I let Blackjack fly off, with a promise he wouldn't go to far, it was kind of lonely after all.

~0~

Harry Potter did not trust the new professor one bit, or actually the new professors. The demon in pink named Umbridge was obviously sent to spy on Dumbledore by the Ministry, and the new American Groundskeeper was a Death Eater, at least, in Harry's eyes.

Harry saw something black on the inside of his right arm, and the only people he'd ever seen with a tattoo there were Death Eaters. When he consulted Ron and Hermione about it and they both tentatively agreed, that was really suspicious, and that is why they ended up outside his cottage at eleven o'clock at night huddled under Harry's invisible cloak.

The cottage was nice enough, compared to Hogwarts it was quite modern, it was lit by light bulbs, and it had all the modern kitchen appliances such as a dishwasher and microwave.

They planned to sneak in while he was asleep and confirm he was really a Death Eater, after they did they would stun him and tie him up with magic to bring him to Dumbledore.

"Harry, what do we do if he isn't a Death Eater?" Ron wasn't quite sold on this, the professor had helped him out during the Magical Creatures lesson when he fell into the mud, he seemed nice enough.

"Ron he has the Dark Mark!" Harry whisper-yelled at Ron.

"Isn't that we came here to find out though?" Ron wasn't going to back down so quickly, he felt like this was a massive invasion of privacy and he wasn't very comfortable with it.

"I saw it Ron." Harry didn't like his friend's attitude towards this, obviously he was a Death Eater, who else had anything there.

Hermione finally piped up, "Boys, if we get there and find out he isn't a Death Eater we'll just leave and pretend it never happened, but if he is we'll stick to the plan."

They unlocked his front door with magic and snuck in, the well oiled door didn't make a sound while being opened. The meandered through his kitchen, which was the first room in the house. The kitchen was rather plain there were only really three things, a bowl of fruit, a coffee maker, and a picture.

Harry pointed the picture out to then and they walked over to it careful not to make a sound. The picture featured Percy and a girl with a Puerto Rican complexion, they both were wearing purple shirts and the girl had her arms around Percy. They were both smiling.

"Who's that?"

"How should I know!"

After looking around the kitchen some more they heard voices, Harry decided this proved him right, "Told you he was a Death Eater."

Hermione whispered back, "We still can't stupefy him until we see the Dark Mark on him."

The made they're way down a short hallway to the bedroom, along the way they passed a bathroom, it seemed this place only had three rooms. They stopped at the doorway to the bedroom, more shocked than had he been talking to Voldemort himself.

He was talking to the Puerto Rican girl somehow, it wasn't through mirrors or any way Harry had ever seen, it look like it was on mist? The man wasn't facing the door, so they decided they had a good spot to watch from.

What confused him more was what they were talking about.

"How's Octavian behaving, still going after praetorship?"

The girl sighed, "No he's mellowed out somewhat, he's also taking his duties as Augur more seriously and has started actually purifying gold."

Harry watched as the Groundskeeper pulled out a sword out of nowhere, how had he done that? He turned it back and forth watching the blade. "That's so much easier than Celestial Bronze, you can just go Abra Kadabra and now it's imperial gold?"

"That's why Camp Jupiter is better."

Percy let out a bark of laughter, "Can't say I don't agree. Is Frank holding up okay?"

"He's doing fine, a bit upset that you got sent on a quest, he wanted your Cohort to do some extra training, but they kept citing that they had no Centurion with them to represent them."

With a wide smile Percy answered, "Tell Frank he can have them do double the chores, for me please. That's what they get for being a bunch of lazy weasels."

They carried on talking but Ron pulled Harry and Hermione out, "I told you he wasn't a Death Eater!"

Harry, angry because he seemed to be wrong responded, "Well you forced us out before we could see his arm!"

Hermione butted in, wanting to finally get to bed. "He didn't have the Dark Mark, I saw when he pulled out the sword, it said something else, SPQR."

"Well what does that mean!" If Harry wasn't angry before, he was now. First he was wrong about the Dark Mark, next he broke into the Groundskeeper's house for no reason and now they wouldn't get a full night's rest.

"I'll search in the library tomorrow, I'm to tired to figure it out tonight." Hermione emphasized this with a yawn. They all headed back to the commons room one feeling guilty, one feeling tired, and on feeling angry.

I know Harry might seem out of character, but remember, during the books he had slight anger issues, also think of the timing, Harry just had his first detention with Umbridge and he just learned the Daily Prophet had been blasting him all summer. I wanted to do something different from all the other fics out there, Ron believes Percy isn't all evil, and he feels guilty for spying on him.

Obviously the Puerto Rican girl is Reyna, in case anyone was confused.

I hope someone got the Hobbit reference.

Please review, helps my inspiration and makes me get these done faster.

Stay Safe.