Harry's POV

That Death Eater! He was being treated like a king! All he did was heal a pegasus and save Ron from having a broken arm. Like for real. If anyone should be like royalty, it should be me. I saved the wizarding world for god's sake!

Every girl in the school has a crush on him! Even Hermione and Ginny. No one sees him for who he really is except me and Ron. But we'll prove it to them. Then the ladies will be all over me!

But first, I'm going to crush that piece of scum at Transfiguration. I've got an okay relationship with McGonagall, but it's got to be better than the one Pretty Boy has.

We walk into the Transfiguration room where he's talking to McGonagall. Something about just being at Madam Pomfrey's for his dislocated shoulder. Then he walks to Hermione and Luna and starts to laugh with them.

For real? When did he become their best friend? It's like I don't even exist anymore. Even Romilda Vane is all over him. As much as she creeps me out, it makes me mad that I'm not getting smothered.

When McGonagall started the class, she said that we were going to be changing ourselves into animals. She told Pretty Boy to go first and I smirked at him.

Luna caught it and glared at me. When did she get so scary? Why isn't she talking about Nargles? It's like Mr. I'm So Amazing comes along and she's a totally different person.

He, being totally mature, stuck his tongue out me and the class giggled. Giggled! They can't even laugh anymore. So, he points his wand at himself, and not even moving his mouth, turns into a pegasus. I am going to crush him so bad.

I yell, "Hermione probably shot that spell! No one else is as good as her. She's helping Pretty Boy cheat!" Hermione's face turned beet red. Probably because she was embarrassed. After all, the Chosen One did compliment her.

McGonagall didn't like my outburst, though. She was stern when she said, "Mr. Potter! Detention. Ms. Granger did no such thing in helping Perseus cheat. He did it by himself, and as a matter of fact, with nonverbal magic. Now, come up here and show the class how you turn yourself into an animal. You may go, Perseus, and fifty points to Gryffindor."

He smiled while mumbling, "It's Percy."

Ugh! Fifty whole points? All he did was turn himself into a stupid winged horse. That's eighty points already. I walked up to the front of the class and muttered the spell under my breath.

For a fraction of a second, nothing happened, and I started to say it again, but then, I shrunk. Yes! Take that, Death Eater.

I looked around. Everything was huge. I have a sudden craving for lettuce. What am I? Percy started laughing, and surprisingly, McGonagall chuckled with him. If it could, my face would have turned red. What in the bloody hell am I?

McGonagall picked me up, "Well, Mr. Potter, you do make a fine guinea pig." Percy leaned over to Hermione and whispered something, making her giggle. That should be me over there while Percy is the guinea pig.

She turned me back to my normal form and continued the class. I bet me as a guinea pig was awesomer than Pretty Boy the Pegasus.

But as we walked out, he was bombarded by girls, and all the stupid git could do was look confused. He is so dense, I want to strangle him.

I walked by, and Lavender was gushing, "Oh my god, Percy! That was amazing! How can you do such great magic with no practice? You are an amazing wizard. You want to help me study?"

Percy started stumbling backward. I growled, and the girls looked at me.

Parvati Patil rolled her eyes, "Harry, why can't you do as awesome magic as Percy? I mean, this is his first day and he's already better than you."

I met the death eater's eyes and glared. He just shrugged and walked away with Hermione. I will kill him.

At least the next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. No one was better than me at that. While I was taking out Voldemort, that kid was taking out the trash. Oh, who am I kidding? He is the trash. Pfft.

The day he's better than me is the day Voldemort goes to heaven.

When I walked into the class with Ron, he was laughing with Hermione. She apologized for my behavior to him. I was shocked. Why is she apologizing? She should be telling him how awesome I am.

I coughed. Neither of them even looked back. I coughed again. This time, the jerk turned back.

"Um, Harry," he started, "Do you need some water?"

The nerve of him! Acting all jerky like a big piece of that dry meat. I scowled at his confused face and sat down. Dumbledore walked into the room.

What was he doing here? Was he going to be our teacher? If he is, that'll be so great. I know I was his favorite student. There was no way that grandson of Voldemort would beat me if Dumbledore was teaching. Let's just watch him fail. It'll be fun!

Percy's POV

So basically, Harry was just standing behind us and coughing his lungs out. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned around, "Um... Harry? Do you need some water?"

He didn't seem to appreciate my concern. I was just trying to be friendly. He scowled at me and sat on the other side of the room.

I turned back to Hermione, "So anyway. Last week, the Stolls were playing a prank on me. You know, the guys from George's store? Yeah. So basically, I love the color blue, so they were going to paint my cabin red when I was at the lake canoeing." I looked at her in horror, "Can you believe that? How evil can you get?"

She shrugged, chuckling, "There are worse things. Like when the Weasley twins let loose stink bombs in the hallway."

I nodded, "I know how that feels. The Stolls had the whole camp smelling like dog poop for a week."

She smiled, "Those two are really something. Was it really safe to introduce them to George?"

I grinned, "Of course! That just means the next thing I have to run away from is the Pranking Apocalypse, and not something out for my blood." Styx! I need a cover up. Um, um, where's Annabeth when you need her?

Hermione tilted her head suspiciously, "Excuse me?"

I smiled nervously, "Please. I was kidding." Oh, gods. I'm sweating. Why am I so stupid? Good news. She seemed to buy it. She waved me onto my own story. "They leveled a bucket of red paint on the door so they could use both hands to paint while they were painting the roof."

Hermione cut me off. "Isn't that a little extreme? They could've just painted the walls."

I shivered, "Um, no. They are very thorough. Like, they don't dye one person from one cabin's hair pink. They dye the whole camp's hair pink and add some sparkles for effect. So, I forgot my paddle in my cabin, and I opened my door."

Hermione nodded, "Oh! So the bucket splashed paint on you!"

I laughed, "Yeah. So that's the story of how I got a bucket stuck on my head."

Hermione giggled. "You are such an idiot."

I grinned, puffing my chest out, "I know."

Then, Gandalf, oh, I mean, Dumbledore, walked into the classroom. I seriously need to remember that. Anyway, he walked to the front of the room and pulled out his wand.

Oh, great. We were doing dueling. So great. Can you hear my sarcasm? Yeah? Oh, good. I wasn't sure it was coming across.

Like, sparring? I'm fine. Crushing people at canoe racing? Right up my alley. Destroying evil Earth Primordials and battling Titan lords? Send 'em to me and keep 'em coming.

But I don't know any spells. And seriously, why can't you just tell the stick what to do and have it do it?

Let me back up a little. Why do you need a stick at all? I can shapeshift into stuff without a wand. I can conjure fire and water and wind and lightning and grow plants without a wand. I can take out the strongest, evilest immortals on the planet without a wand.

Okay. Let me just get to the point. I don't need the stupid wand! Send it to Tartarus for all I care. Whoo! That felt nice. If I didn't get it all out, I might pull a Leo and explode.

So, a little recap, the guy with the pointy hat and the long beard walked into the room. Then, something terrible happened. He started speaking. Wait. No. That wasn't the terrible thing. Just wait.

"So," he said, "All of you are experienced in dueling. Even Perseus, who is educated in a different style of fighting."

I shoved my face into my hands. Still wasn't the terrible thing but I whined anyway, "It's Percy!" Hermione patted my shoulder.

Dumbledore continued, "He is skilled in physical combat. Combat without wands. Combat with swords and arrows. However, before I get to my next topic, I'd like to see how he can handle himself in a battle of the wands."

Okay. You get it now? This is the terrible thing. I don't know any spells, I don't even know where that stupid wand is. Oh, wait. It's in my hand. Anyway, I don't know how to use the stupid stick.

Perseus, a voice whispered in my head, you will know when the time comes. You have been blessed. You are a wizard.

I nodded, Yes, Lady Hecate. Ugh. Gods just sneak into my head, and that's alright? How do you put a restraining order on a telepathic person?

I walk up to the front, my wand in hand. Harry sneered from the back, "It's upside down! Some warrior, Pretty Boy." I couldn't help myself anymore. I really couldn't. This is the second thing I've held upside down today! Anyway, I jeered back at him, "At least I'm pretty. Can't say the same about you, Potter."

That sounded more than a little conceited. But that's alright. I don't care what he thinks. Everyone laughed. I mouthed at Hermione, though. I didn't mean that.

I hope she got the message. I care what she thinks. She's the one who trusted me not to blow up her school. Although, I don't understand why. I've blown up every school I've ever attended. But that doesn't matter. She's my friend. I need to be good.

She nodded. I stood in front of Dumbledore, my stick held awkwardly. Suddenly, a green burst of light shot at me. Instinctively, I leaned to the right, dodging it.

I screeched, "But Dumbledore! I don't know any spells!"

He shot more and more light at me with agility that surpassed his old age. He shouted, sounding younger than ever, "Figure it out! Maybe some of your classmates will help you. You are a student here, just like them."

I waved my wand frantically while dodging shot after shot of red and green light. Wow, so festive.

"Abra Kadabra!" Nothing happened. I yelled, "Alakazam!" For good measure. It didn't seem to work.

Hermione yelled, "Expelliarmus!" I assumed I should just copy her, and somehow, I knew what that it would disarm Dumbledore. I yelled it, and before Dumbledore had time to react, his wand was in my hand.

"Woah!" I said, wide-eyed, "It worked!"

Dumbledore smiled with twinkling eyes, taking his wand back from me, "Nice job, Perseus. Not many can beat me. You are destined to be one the greatest wizards of them all, even if you don't know it yet."

He patted me on the shoulder kindly, so much like Chiron, it made me want to hug him.

Harry, in the back, was fuming, while everyone else cheered my success. Hermione smiled as I took my seat beside her.

Her grin took up almost half of her face, "That was amazing, Percy! How did you dodge all of those spells without a shield?"

I shrugged, "It wasn't all that great. I would never have won without you. And I just have sharp reflexes, that's all."

She kept smiling, "You're too modest. It was amazing."

I slouched in my seat, hating the attention, and Dumbledore started talking again, "Now that we know what he is capable of, and still unaware of the many skills he keeps hidden under the surface, you should know that Perseus is going to teach a Physical Combat class on the very skills we have yet to uncover! Good luck."

He waved his wand and an invisible force pushed me up front. Dumbledore swept out of the room, leaving me with the class.

Harry stood up, red faced, "Why should you get to teach the class, you Death Eater?"

Ron pounded his hands on the table, "Yeah! Why should we listen to you? You're still a student. You haven't even been through as much as Harry! He should be teaching it, not you!"

Hermione stood up as well, "We listen to him because Dumbledore said so! And last time I checked, we weren't learning defense with wands, we were learning defense with physical combat. If Dumbledore thinks he's qualified, I trust him."

The rest of the class shouted, "Yeah! What she said." Wow. Okay. This is gonna be like sword fighting back home. That is totally epic!

"Okay!" I said, clapping my hands.

I walked over to the closet and opened it, "Today, we will all be learning how to fight with swords. Later, I will show you the dagger and the bow and arrow, and then we can specialize. But for now, I think a sword will be good. Everyone line up and I'll find one that is perfectly balanced for you. That will be your everyday sword."

Harry was in the front when I got there. He was having trouble swinging around a big, flashy sword. I guess he thought it made him look cool. I plucked it out of his hand, "Nope, too big for you." He glared at me angrily, "I can choose any sword I want!" I shook my head, "No you can't. It's too big for you. You can barely swing it."

I turned to the class, "This is just like choosing a wand. You don't want the cool, flashy ones. You want the one that will suit you the best based on you, not the looks."

I pulled out a smaller one, "Hold this." He snatched it out of my hand, nicking my thumb.

I hastily wiped it on his robes and told him to give it a swing. He did, straight at my head. I ducked and the hilt swung around, giving him a nice bruise.

"Good job, Harry," I said, "That's the perfect sword for you, if you learn how to control it without making half your face black and blue."

The class laughed, and one by one, they all had a sword. I lined them up with partners.

Harry was actually pretty okay. I walked along the lines, correcting their techniques and showing them new moves.

At the end of the class, I held a tournament, down to Hermione, with her smarts and strategies, and Harry, with his slight skill.

I shouted, "Go!" Harry leapt at Hermione, swinging his blade hard. Her sword came up to protect herself, but Harry pressed harder, and she fell to her knees.

Harry kept on pushing, and eventually, she rolled out of the way, making him lose his balance. She watched him fall to the floor, and waited for him to get up.

He was up in a flash and swinging recklessly. "Harry! Calm down a little!" I yelled, but he ignored me. He tried a disarming technique and cut her arm. She gasped in pain.

I yelled, "Harry! Stop!" He was blind. The thrill of battle clouded his vision. He swung once more, and I was there in an instant, blocking his attack with Riptide and disarming him.

I pinned his arms to his side, "Harry! I said, stop."

He was startled and sneered, "I was just distracted. You want to fight me? Do it fairly, Jackson."

I shook my head, "I'll fight you. Right after I take care of your friend, the person you nearly cut the arm off of."

Guilt clouded his eyes, and he stepped towards Hermione, who shifted away from him, trying to staunch the blood flow and still sniffling in pain. The Chosen One was ashamed, and went to stand beside Ron in a corner.

I crouched beside Hermione. "Hey," I whispered, "I know it hurts, but I'm going to have to take a look at it. Just take off your robes."

She nodded and I slipped off her robe, revealing her short sleeved shirt and vest underneath. The fabric was ripped and bloodstained, so I cut it off with Riptide.

It was ugly. But I'd seen worse. She probably hadn't, though. She cried out as I gently cleaned out the wound with my water powers. I pulled some water molecules from the air and swabbed the dirt and metal residue out.

I bandaged it with a strip of my own robes and I said softly, "Your wound is going to heal. Do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey?"

Surprisingly, Hermione shook her head. With fire blazing in her eyes, she said, "I'm okay. I want to watch you beat him to a pulp."

I chuckled, "I'm afraid I can't maim him, but I can embarrass him all I want." She smiled weakly.

I took out Riptide in pen form, standing before Harry, "You wanna fight, tough guy?" I taunted, "Come at me."

He laughed, his ego returning to him, "Okay, Pretty Boy. Let's see how fast I can beat you."

He lifted his sword, and charged, swinging wildly. I leaned to the side with each of his attacks, moving just enough to make him miss. He stopped suddenly, breathing hard.

He sneered, "That's cute. You think you can beat the Chosen One with a pen?" He came at me again, and I uncapped Riptide, making him pale. Stupid wizard.

"Oh, Harry," I chuckled, "This pen has dealt with much worse than an overconfident British boy." I performed a beginner's disarming technique, and his blade clattered to the floor.

The class was looking at me in awe, so I waved them off, "Class dismissed!" I helped Hermione to her feet. The blood flow had stopped, and she was looking better.

She smiled, "Thanks for that, Percy."

I grinned, "Oh, that wasn't for you. That was a purely selfish act of beating his butt." She laughed, and we walked together to Ancient Greek.