It was three days before a letter from Gringotts requesting his presence from the Potter's account manager. Harry was nervous, various scenarios ran through his mind. What if Camp Jupiter had been destroyed? What if the Praetors wouldn't allow him inside the camp? Harry knew that his future lay within Camp Jupiter and he just had to be there.

"Harry," His mother called from the bottom of the stairs, "Harry, we need to go if we're going to be at the bank on time for our meeting!"

"Coming mom!" Harry yelled. Lily had never grown out of her curious faze and when she finally, fully committed to sending her baby overseas she was excited to learn about his schooling. Of course the main subjects of magic would be a given, and since she had tutored her boys in the muggle world so she knew that Harry would be fine in that regard. James was kind of disappointed that both of his sons wouldn't be attending Hogwarts, but he was fairly curious as to what Camp Jupiter was. Charles was almost happy that his brother wasn't coming to Hogwarts with him. They were close, but who wants to be with your family all year long? Charles was over at the Weasley's today as he really didn't want to sit in an office.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the three Potters made their way to the fire place which Harry always found uncomfortable with the massive spinning involved in it. Stepping out of the fireplace, the three made their way quickly through the Leaky Cauldron. The public of the magical world had calmed down in the almost eleven years since the Dark Lord's demise, but there were still times that the sight of a Potter would produce a mob mentality resulting in an almost suffocation of their saviors. Luck was on the Potter's side though as they easily made their way through the magical alley and into Gringotts bank.

A quick discussion with one of the available tellers and the family of three made their way to the Potter account manager. Inside the manager's office was a goblin as well as an older looking teen. The teen was in a short sleeve t-shirt that had sleeves short enough to expose a tattoo on his left bicep which drew the eyes of the three Potters. Where Harry and James thought it was pretty cool, Lily was suddenly rethinking sending Harry away. His brown hair was cut short and his brown eyes had a sense of warmth to them as he stood up. "Ah you must be the Potter family," The young man said. "I am Alan Roberson, a representative from Camp Jupiter."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Lily began, taking the offered hand. "I'm Lily Potter and this is my husband James." James also shook the hand of the young man. "And this is Harry, the one who is looking forward to camp."

"Pleasure to meet you all as well," Alan said with a slight southern drawl as he shook Harry's hand, "Ah, it seems you've already been training with a sword. However, before we begin, there is a quick question I must ask Harry in private. I have cleared it with your manager and should only take a second."

"Oh, I guess that's okay, we will wait here I guess."

"Excellent, come on Harry I've got a question." Once the door to the office was confirmed closed, Alan turned to Harry. "Do your parents know about the gods?"

"No sir, they just think it's a different magical education I can get."

"Very well, it does slightly change my spill, and don't call me sir just yet. I'm on vacation right now just as you are. You'll be calling me sir soon enough."

The two walked back into the office and the goblin manager took over. "Welcome Potter family, can I assume that Charles will not be joining us?" With all shaking their heads, the goblin nodded. "Very well, as Alan has already told you, he is a representative from Camp Jupiter and we have agreed to place him in a hotel for a few days as he meets you and two other potential recruits. The only thing that you need from is to explain their mailing boxes. Since they are located in Southern California, they have designed an international, instant communication mail box. We are allowed to sell you a set that can be expanded to more boxes for fifty galleons. Are you interested?"

Only a glance was required between the adults before a nod from their heads landed with two very finely constructed boxes and instructions on the both of them. "Our business is completed for the day, so you may all leave."

Seeing the dismissal as it was the group of four made their way back out onto the alley. "Well, I assume that you have a few questions am I right?" Alan asked the Potters. "Very well, I reserved a small conference room at the hotel I'm staying in. I can answer all your questions then." It was only a ten minute walk from the Leaky Cauldron to the hotel. Once situated, Alan was the first to speak. "Alright, I'm yours, for a few hours anyway, lay it on me."

Although Harry was bouncing in his seat with excitement, James was actually the first to voice his question. "Where'd you get that cool tattoo?"

Alan chuckled at the question, "I honestly get that quite a bit. Everyone that attends the camp has one actually. The SPQR means that I serve the legion. The bars under it tell how many years of service I have been in. To be honest, they are usually on the right inner forearm, but I like to be different."

"Well what about the symbol above it?" On Alan's arm was a crescent moon hidden slightly behind a tattoo of the Earth with a peacock feather behind everything.

"Ah, that tells everybody the path was given to me. I can't tell you what the moon symbolizes as it deals with camp as well as the feather, but the Earth symbolizes my connection to Wiccan magic."

"Wiccan magic!" James blew up, "I will not have my son learning dark magic!"

"Who said anything about dark magic? I said Wiccan. Mrs. Potter, obviously you have a more inquisitive mind and haven't jumped to any conclusions so what are your questions?"

"I wanted to ask more about the tattoo, but I guess we can clear up this Wiccan dilemma. Can you give us an overview of what it is?"

"Of course, I guess the best thing to call Wiccan is earth magic. I have a magical core, but it is empty. What I do is draw on the ambient magic from nature and cast my spells. What Mr. Potter probably thought was dark about it, was the ritualistic type of magic we Wiccans cast unlike you wand users. Our spells take three minutes to cast while chanting and you wand users say eight syllables and can bend reality."

James had calmed down by now and was no longer trying to crucify the fifteen year old in front of him, but he still had questions. "But why are you considered dark?"

"Who knows with the minds of politicians? There is great power in the Earth that is true. I don't see myself any darker than say werewolves. Anyways, I hope I calmed your fears, but I won't be teaching your son magic anyway. The magics are too different to be taught anyways. Now, you had a question about the tattoos Mrs. Potter," Alan prompted.

"Does everybody in the camp have to get a tattoo?"

With a small smile and a nod, Alan answered Lily. "Well, I can see right now, that you don't see the tattoo as those from our local little village do. This is a symbol of pride and my parents were beyond joy when they saw that I had it. It's a symbol of belonging and it doesn't have to be permanent since you are magic." Lily's face did have a dawn on comprehension on it after Alan's explanation. "Any other questions from the parents?"

"Can you tell us where this Camp Jupiter is and why it's called a camp?"

"Well camp is a bit of a misnomer actually. It started out as a camp for those of a certain lineage, but since it moved to its current location there's a small village, we even have a local university within the camp. It's been called Camp Jupiter so long that no one is going to argue to change the name. As for the location," Alan paused here, "That's a bit more difficult to explain. Technically, Harry has not been accepted into camp quite yet so you can't find out our location."

"What do you mean he hasn't been accepted?" James asked. "You're here, so shouldn't that mean he can get into camp?"

"That's just the thing," Alan answered. "Harry has all the chances in the world to get into camp and then be sorted, but he has to get there first. Harry will be given a portkey that will activate mid-August and he'll be dropped at location with any other recruits joining at that moment. They will then be given a map and a little bit of training and then it's basically a survival test. Since Harry has other options in his education, he can drop out of the test at any time, but he will not be allowed in Camp Jupiter ever."

The Potters were silent for a moment as they processed this new information. "But will we get to see the camp if Harry gets in?" Lily asked quietly.

"There's no reason you won't be able to, unless the camp directors are being pains that day. Depending on how fast Harry here can finish the survival course, you may even get to see him the last week of August. We know that Hogwarts doesn't start until September 1st, so we will allow Harry to wait until the 2nd to arrive at camp when you can escort him in. Other than that though, and you will have to clear it with the Praetors and whoever his cohort leader is."

"So Harry," James said, "You've waited patiently. Do you have any questions for Alan?"

"Well yeah, what did you mean by sorting?"

"Ah, that is another skills test where we see at what level you are at. For recruits thirteen and younger, we have them going through an obstacle course. There's five cohorts, or houses if you wish, that are divided based on skill. The centurions are selected from the first cohort, but all other officers from the cohorts are selected from within. I'm leader of the third cohort," Alan added with a wink.

"So if I get sorted into any cohort besides the first, I can't lead?"

"I never said that, as I said, the cohorts are divided based on skill. If you win enough laurels in the games or do something that catches the attention of any officer you can move around. The Praetors are selected by vote or another way, but you'll have to figure out the other way on your own," Alan finished with a wink.

"So cool," Harry muttered.

"It is an interesting arrangement," Lily agreed, "But how well is the education at your camp?"

"It depends on what you're asking for," Alan answered. "I'd say our magical education is one of the best, if not the best, in the world. Latin is the base of all magic, and much of our lessons are entirely in Latin, so we have a deeper understanding of how our magic is shaped through language. We also have a community college that can get you a few accredited degrees so our normal education is well off as well."

"And will he have to choose between the two?"

"I'm not sure why you're asking this since he would have had to give up his normal education when he attended Hogwarts, but he will have to choose which one takes precedence. There are individuals that are willing to tutor, but everyone will push Harry as hard as they can if he learns under them. Listen, I'm sorry but I need to cut this meeting short for now. I have another meeting and I honestly didn't expect this to take more than fifteen minutes. I'll be in London for the rest of the week, but I have a meeting with a Dumbledore person."

"You're meeting Dumbledore?" James asked, "We can take you where you need to go, our family is rather close to him. Where are you meeting him?"

"His note just said to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron and he would take me wherever we needed to go."

"Then the least we could do is escort you there, thank you for doing this for us," Lily said.

"It's part of my duties," Alan shrugged, "We don't get many requests from overseas with a family that doesn't know the secret, but it happens. Plus, I get a free vacation to England, so it all works out well."

The Potters and Alan made their way down to the Leaky Cauldron and entered to see Dumbledore in another garish robe. At least he was easy to spot in public places. "Ah Lily, James, and Harry, welcome, welcome. And you must be Alan, the representative from Camp Jupiter am I correct?"

"You are indeed Mr. Dumbledore, pleasure to meet you."

"Ah that delightful Southern American accent, I do find that it is one of my favorites. It's good to see you again Lily and James, but my meeting with Mr. Alan here, needs to be private. I shall see you all Saturday for dinner," Dumbledore said as he got up his from chair. "Mr. Alan, I am sorry to impose on you, but the easiest way to get to our meeting would be apparition and it is not fun for first time users."

"When is any magic travel ever good for us mortals? I've done it a few times so you're garish robes will only stay just as garish instead of me adding a few new colors."

Chuckling, Dumbledore led the way to the public apparition point and grabbing Alan by the shoulder turned on the spot. Coming out of the tube like magical force, the old wizard and young legionnaire landed on the grassy lawn of Hogwarts. Dumbledore did not lead Alan to the castle, but rather on a leisurely walk around the grounds.

"I thank you for allowing Harry in joining Camp, there are dark times ahead of us. Tell me, do you know anything about the Dark Lord Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked.

"I know the official story of the war and how it ended, but from your question I assume that there is more to it."

"Unfortunately, Voldemort is still alive, just in corporal form. Somehow he escaped death and is now hiding while plotting his comeback."

"Do you know how he escaped? Lord Pluto and Thantos will not be pleased that someone escaped their domain," Alan explained, fearing some kind of retribution on all magic users.

"Unfortunately, all I have are wild explanations and unknown magical theories. However, I have no doubt that he will be back and will be targeting the Potters. All of them need to be prepared and I truly cannot think of a better place for Harry to learn war than Camp, we will need a general after all," Dumbledore said. "Charles, will also need to be trained, but he will need to focus more on the magic that I can teach. I also know that he would most likely not make it to camp unlike Harry."

Alan was silent for a few moments as the two wizards of different magic gazed out across the lake and watched the giant squid break the surface. "Harry will of course be trained by the best, as will all other recruits, but you know this. What are you really asking for Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore heaved a deep sigh before answering. "Dark days are coming and no one will be prepared. I know we will need help and the legion has interesting methods in fighting against magic. I ask that when darkness descends on Britain, that you will be willing to lend a hand."

"I will ask, but there is no promise in this. I have the power to speak and put this motion forward, but I am one voice in many. I would recommend that you begin to sacrifice to the gods for the remainder of the summer at least, especially to the big three. I can almost guarantee Lord Pluto's support, but the other two will be tricky."

"Thank you my young friend. Now, can you explain why your magic is a bit different than mine? I find it most interesting to meet new magicals." The heavy topics were behind them for the moment now as nothing else could be done that day. Darkness was present in the future, but there was a light that had grown stronger that day to stem the tide. Perhaps it would be enough to destroy Voldemort.

A/N: Since this chapter was already written I decided to update this story along with another one of mine. Most of the updates will happen every week and a half. I'm still accepting suggestions for the patron god of Harry and any OCs that you would like to be seen in this story.

Someone asked me this and I will say that by the end of the story Harry and Reyna will be a couple. How they get there is up for debate.

Until Next Time!