A/N: I forgot to add this in the note for Chapter One, but this story will be regularly updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday until everything is posted.

II.

Helen had long wondered why Hecate waxed poetic about Hogwarts. The castle, while impressive sounding, was just that: a castle. Yet it was entering the Great Hall and seeing the night sky imposed upon the ceiling that convinced her that perhaps the Goddess of Magic had a point when declaring it her fourth most favorite place in the world. While the other four Hunters had departed to prepare their campsite upon the grounds, she followed Zoë, Harry, and Headmaster Dumbledore to his office, discussing their housing arrangements. The old man was put off by their persistence in camping outside. They stopped before a huge gargoyle where the old man said, "Everlasting gobstoppers."

Mortal candy? How odd. It moved and they continued up the spiral staircase and into the Headmaster's office.

"I wish you would take advantage of our hospitality in its full," Dumbledore said as he slid into his impressive hickory and ash chair. A hundred or so portraits hung behind him, displaying the historic and infamous bunch that'd headed the school in the centuries before him. "As fine as your tents may be, I doubt it beats sleeping in warm chambers."

"Thank you again for the offer, but we prefer to sleep beneath the open sky and the moon," Helen said. "Our tents are…enchanted to push away the elements. It all washes away under the light of the moon."

The Headmaster nodded, frowning slightly. She suspected he was already puzzling out why she had been absent so long. "Well then, let's start from the beginning. What became of you after your parent's death?"

Helen glanced at Zoë. The older girl sighed and turned to the Headmaster with a frown. I do hope she gets over it. Not every man is like him. "I was with her… mother that night in November when she sensed her daughter, injured and cold. We traveled to this island and took her away."

"Our mother is dead, yet you claimed she took you away. I want to know why you left me," Harry demanded, a bubbling fury rising in his voice.

Zoë scowled. "Thou would have no place amongst the Hunt."

Helen sighed as both Harry and Dumbledore frowned at her companion's words. Well, word, I suspect. No matter what we do, she can't seem to pick up 'you.' I imagine it is the fault of Shakespeare and his work. They do say he wrote most of A Midsummer Night's Eve thanks to his…experience with the Hunt.

"Why not?" Harry's fury sounded closer to the surface and Helen could feel hints of power pulse from him. A few objects in the office shook and several paintings awoke, frowning through their sleepiness.

"That has to do with my mother's identity," Helen cut in. "I do not speak of our shared mother, Lily Potter, but the one only I have. This will sound like a lie, but you must trust I tell you the truth. I would swear I tell the truth by the River Styx, if I must. My mother—and mine alone—is Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, the Wilderness, the Moon, Archery ("along with Apollo," Zoë muttered in a whispered tone that suggested she'd heard the correction too many times), Childbirth, and Virginity. She is the protector of maidens. Men, no matter their age or relation, have no business being amongst those she protects."

Harry blinked and much of his anger faded as he crossed his arms. I hope you do not resent us. "Wait, so how are you her daughter yet we're twins? I know that Artemis is a virgin goddess."

"I wasn't supposed to be born," Helen admitted and the office cooled. "If events occurred the way they were meant, the cells that became me would've been absorbed by you in Lily's womb. Lady Artemis interfered, sowing some of her essence into me so I could form separate and unique. I imagine there was a purpose to her actions, one I cannot say to know. While technically against the Ancient Laws, Lord Zeus never punished her for what she did so I would be born. I think instead he added a decade or two to Mr. D's punishment at Camp Half-Blood." She glanced at Zoë and they shared a soft, knowing smile. There was a brief frown from Harry and a spark of realization in the Headmaster's twinkling eyes, but they ignored it. "I think she got tired of being lumped in with Hera when it comes to not having demigods. There's a place for them, though most descend from some of the Olympians and a few of the minor gods."

Dumbledore nodded, popping a lemon drop into his mouth. He briefly offered one to the others, but they all declined. Helen thought Harry would say yes, but he turned away the candy all the same. "I never would've guessed you were a demigoddess, my dear. You must be very powerful, mixing not only our magic but also the power of the firstborn demigod of an Olympian. If I had suspected what Lily did, I would have reached out to Chiron, Lupa, and my mother to track you down." His eyes twinkled brighter as Helen's eyes widened. "You probably guessed I'm a child of Hecate, but you're only half right. I never did have a head for Ancient Greek."

"Roman." Helen scowled something fierce, crossing her arms. "Your mother is Trivia, her lesser aspect. The one I've never met, so I don't know how much it would help you. Did you ever go to Camp Jupiter?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "It is rare for demigods born outside of America to reach the camps, even when I was born. Not enough monsters make the trek to Britain when easy pickings are available in America, even if it is so close to Olympus. Those who remained when the Heart of the West left were hunted to the last and never bothered to return here once their killers perished. However, there's something else more pressing on my mind.

"How did you name get into the Goblet of Fire?"

"I do not know, sir. Voldemort may have spies here. That's what I would do." Helen paused and turned to a suddenly giggling Zoë. "I just haiku'd, didn't I."

"Thy uncle will be most pleased," Zoë said, failing in her efforts to not snort. "The girls will be amused, Phoebe most so."

Harry gasped as if he was finally figuring out what was happening around him. "Your uncle…you mean Apollo?" His voice dropped and he mumbled, "The God of Poetry likes haikus?"

"Thou is well educated in the gods," Zoë said, almost impressed.

"And then you and the other girls, are you also from, uh, mythology?" Harry asked. "Like, are some of you nymphs and dryads?" He noticed Helen's smile and flushed. "I just liked reading Greek Mythology as a kid, that's all. My…guardians don't like magic or pagan stories."

Thank Athena he has an interest in the stories. A shame, though, that those he lives with hate those tales. That should be enough to pacify mother should I insist on visiting him in the future. I wonder if I can introduce them one day. She is not one to deal with men, but perhaps she will do that for me.

"Rhanis is the last of the sixty Oceanids that joined my mother upon request from Zeus," Helen said, beaming. "Kassandra and Phoebe are both demigods, like me. Kassandra is a daughter of Enyo, Ares' sister, while Phoebe is a daughter of Apollo as I hope you could've guessed. He always speaks with her during his unnecessary visits to the Hunt. Johanna is strange among the Hunt, for she was born a mortal over two hundred years ago—a third cousin of Voltaire, if I'm not mistaken and named for the rumored woman pope or Jeanne d'Arc, I never remember—and Zoë, well…"

"I was once one of the Hesperides, but when I helped Heracles steal a golden apple, I was expelled from my home." She turned to Harry before he could speak and added, "I am not one of the four mentioned in 'myths'. I was erased for my crime."

Harry nodded before turning to Helen. "You mentioned a Camp Half-Blood. Does that include halfblood witches and wizards?"

She shook her head. "Half-blood is just another word for demigod in the Greek world. You should know that all magicals with godly heritage are considered halfbloods, even if they should be pureblood or muggleborn."

Helen then turned to Dumbledore. "If that's all, I wish to rejoin my companions. I do not know when I will next appear in the castle. We will need to find some proper hunting grounds in your forest, if only to keep busy. Is there anything of note?"

"Speak with Hagrid," Dumbledore said with a slight frown. "He knows the Forbidden Forest best, though I will say to be mindful of the centaurs. They are much different from their American brethren. Likely why they remained when Olympus crossed the Atlantic, though Merlin wrote in the 12th Century that—"

"Thank you, Headmaster." Helen turned to Harry, who gaped at her for cutting Dumbledore off. "Good night, brother. I will send word when we shall next speak. My companions are bound to come and go from the castle more often than I, so have Hermione send word through them to be safe. They are like to ignore you. Or worse."

Harry gulped but made sure to wish her a good night before she departed, Zoë following.

"This should be fun, don't you think dear Zoë?" Helen asked. The older girl only shook her head with a long, draining sigh.