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So, this is Percy's first class.

Enjoy!

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Minerva McGonagall was woken by screaming.

The new Professor had been housed in rooms near hers, so she immediately pulled on her robes and hurried to his quarters. It came as a surprise when she found that Percy was the one screaming. Minerva told the password to the seascape painting "Argo", and entered his rooms cautiously.

Percy's rooms were decorated with tapestries of blue, green and silver. One in particular caught Minerva's eye. It depicted two teens underwater, kissing in a bubble of air. One of the teens was Percy, and the other looked suspiciously like the blond girl that he had come with, Annabeth, she recalled.

Renewed screaming brought her attention back to the thrashing son of the sea. Percy had kicked off his sea-green covers, and lay on the silky sheets covered in sweat. For a moment Minerva gaped, her eyes caught by the silvery web of scars that covered his body. She quickly shook off her awe, and went over to the bed, shaking Percy, trying to wake him up.

"Annabeth! No, no… please! No! Please no! Annabeth, NO!" He cried, shaking in the throes of his dreams. Minerva looked around frantically, before sighting a jug and glass of water. It was a half-thought out idea, but she picked up the silver jug and tipped its contents onto Percy's face. It worked.

Percy shot upwards with a gasp, reaching for the pen that had lain beside the jug, before registering Minerva's presence, and lying back down with a sigh. He looked at her again, a slight blush on his face.

"Uh, could you not tell anyone about this? It's sort of, sensitive." He asked her, and Minerva nodded mutely. "What's the time?"

A muttered tempus, and a wave of her wand told her it was six in the morning. Percy nodded, then asked for her to leave. Minerva complied, but as she left, she pulled up wards that blocked all sound from leaving Percy's room.

She briefly wondered what his nightmares were about, but decided against it, leaving the mysterious boy to his privacy.

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Percy leant back in his chair, eyes half-closed and feet up on his desk. It was his first class of the day, with the Gryffindors and the Slytherins. None of the students had arrived yet, but it was only a matter of time, and … There! The first few people entered, followed by a rush, in which everyone flocked into the room, grabbing seats and chatting in whispers.

Suddenly Percy swung his legs off the table and stood up in a rush. His class stared at him, surprised. He grinned, a slightly savage grin that hinted of torture, and pain, and fear beyond comprehension. The students shrunk back, intimidated.

"Right then! Who can tell me what you did wrong there? Anyone? Anyone? You!" He pointed at a red-headed boy. "Name and one thing that you could have done wrong."

The red-head gaped, before a girl with a mass of curls nudged him. "I'm Ron Weasley, uhh, and, I don't know." Percy looked at him and sighed, pointing at Neville.

"Neville Longbottom, Praetor, and one thing we did wrong was we came in in a big rush."

Percy smiled at him. "That's right Neville. Does anyone understand why? No? Well, think about this. If there was an enemy in here, he could have picked you off one by one. And you would have walked right into his trap. So, what have we learned? You, next to the red-head Ron." He said, pointing at the bushy haired girl.

"I'm Hermione Granger, and we've learned to … look around and pay more attention to our surroundings?" Percy nodded and smiled.

"Very good. How can you defend yourself if you aren't aware of what is around you? Now, wands and books away, and follow me." Percy told them, walking to the door. "What are you sitting there for? Come on!" He left the room, followed by his class.

A boy with brilliant emerald eyes trotted up to Percy.

"Um, sir? Where are we going?" the boy asked.

"We're going to the only place I can be sure I'll get what I need." Percy told him cryptically.

"And where's that?" Harry asked.

"You'll see." Percy replied. He led them out of the school to the lake, where they got the shock of their lives. A giant bronze trireme floated in the middle of the lake, with a giant bronze dragon flew above. The other six were on deck, except for Leo, who was sitting on Festus. Jason spotted them and told the others, and they all came over to the railing. "Hey! I need that chest now, Leo!" Percy called.

"Who are they?" Hazel asked as the ship floated closer.

"My students." Percy replied simply. Annabeth face palmed, and Jason leapt over the edge, summoning the winds so he floated over to where Percy stood.

"Are you nuts? They aren't ready, they don't know!" Jason berated. Percy held his hands out in a placating gesture.

"Hey, this class is Defence Against the Dark Arts! I'm not about to sit them in front of textbooks and make them write essays I can't even read! But, at the same time, I'm not about to put them in front of a dracaena without any training. So, I'm going to teach them. It's not much, there is only so much I can teach them, because they aren't like us. But I can at least teach them how to defend themselves." Percy told him. Jason nodded, defeated.

"Fine. Annabeth, get the chest from Percy's cabin!" Jason called, and soon a large bronze and wood chest was brought up to the desk.

"In the water please guys." Percy told them, and the chest was flung overboard with a splash. A wave washed up on the shore of the lake, leaving behind the mysterious chest. "Hey, do you guys mind helping out? There are too many people here for me to do it on my own." He asked, before opening the chest. Inside were weapons, swords and knives and bows and quivers of arrows, all glowing bronze and gold. His students gasped, and Percy grinned.

"We're going to learn to, to fight?!" Ron exclaimed, shocked. Draco nodded, a slightly sadistic smile on his face.

"Well, what else would you learn?" Percy asked him.

"Spells maybe?" Suggested Hermione. Jason smirked.

"And, what would you do if you lost your wand, if it was stolen or broken? What would you do if you faced something like a drakon, something that's magic-resistant? Would you wish, or get killed? Or would you prefer to fight?" Jason asked. The class looked at him, slightly shocked. "So, yes. You will be learning to fight."

The class crowded around the chest, and the demigods helped match each person with a weapon, though Draco and Neville already had theirs, Draco had a bow, and Neville a pair of daggers. Harry looked at the long sword in his hands and then looked at his professors. Percy gestured for Jason to come over, and pulled out a pen.

"OK class, Jason and I are going to show you a couple of moves, and if you're really good, at the end we'll give you a bit of a demonstration. Jason, the disarming manoeuvre, the one I told you about? With Luke?" Jason nodded. One of the Gryffindor girls, Parvarti Patil raised her hand. "Yes?"

"Where's your sword? Are you going to fight with a pen?" She asked, and Percy grinned.

"As a matter of fact, I am going to fight with this. But it isn't a pen." Parvarti looked confused until Percy uncapped the pen and it sprang into a long bronze sword, Riptide. Percy turned to face Jason, and suddenly his face went slack.

"Jason," He whispered. "Behind you. Turn around!" Jason spun around, staring at a tall figure in the distance.

"What the…" He exclaimed, pulling out a golden coin. He flipped the coin and it turned into a golden sword.

The figure looked like it had a blanket on its head, with its upraised hands making it look like it had horns, but there were arms on each side of it.

"Schist!" Cried Hazel. "That's the Minotaur!" She put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. "Dammit! Where's Arion when I need him!" she cursed, pulling out her Imperial Gold cavalry sword. Frank turned into a large grey dragon and growled threateningly.

Percy took a step back, into the lake. The water swirled around him. He took a deep breath, then called out.

"Stay behind me if you don't know how to fight! No wands, they'll just irritate him!" Nearly everyone complied, except for Hermione, who pulled out her wand and cried Diffinido, causing a large cut to open on the Minotaur's arm, but also angering the beast.

"RAAAHHH!" The Minotaur roared, charging towards Hermione, ignoring the others. He lowered his head and caught her legs with his horns, throwing her over his head.

"Oh, no you don't! No-one hurts my students and gets away with it!" Percy cried, "CHARGE!" The demigods ran towards the Minotaur, slashing at it with swords, daggers and for Frank, talons and teeth. Piper slashed at its arm, momentarily freezing it, and Frank buffeted its head with his wings, which only caused the Minotaurs horns to slice the delicate wing membrane. Frank-the-dragon let out a loud cry, and Hazel, angered, pulled anything she could sense from the ground. Thousands of years worth of galleons, drachmas, gold ingots and silver coins, rose from the earth, swamping the Minotaur in a massive pile of precious metal. Jason sent a gust of winds to hold the monsters head in place, Piper told it to be calm, Leo shot fire at its chest, and Percy swung Riptide and chopped its head off. The Minotaur dissolved into golden dust like the Drakon had, leaving behind its horns.

Percy turned back to the class, who stood shocked behind them. He scooped up Hermione, who lay unconscious on the ground, and started to walk towards Hogwarts. Jason caught up with him, and the others herded the class behind them.

"Hey, Perce, what's wrong?" Jason asked. Percy smiled grimly.

"The Headmaster told me his wards were up, and that nothing could get through them. He lied. The students aren't safe. He needs to be told." Percy moved ahead, carrying the brunette. Jason looked at his retreating back with a worried expression.

"You can't save everyone Perce." He said softly.

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A/N

WOW was that a chapter!

What do you think? Good? Bad? I want to know.

Also, there's a prophecy coming up, and the story gets a plot!

Yay!

-Queen of the Rings