A/N: Well this is awkward. I swear, I didn't mean to take so long, I was just trying to get a good quality chapter out, and lord knows my other ones have been much to short. I've yet to edit this one, but I really hope you like it. Nothing belongs to me, and I am making no profit from this. Just having some fun. Also, I know I said I don't edit, but I realized that was idiotic and, looking back at my other chapters, they need it. So, I'm gonna edit.
Blessed Chapter 2
Calypso stumbled out of the train with Harry and Ron, who she had bonded with and become friends. Not amazing ones, but they were close enough. She definitely liked Hermione better though, but the second she thought this, she reprimanded herself for being so rude.
Anyway, she walked with the boys to a very large man standing at the river with many boats behind him in it. Harry seemed to know him and was running after him calling "Hagrid!" Calypso giggled at this and ran after him with Ron until she heard a call behind her, "Callie!"
She turned, seeing Hermione and went to walk with her instead of the boys.
"Callie! I don't know how you stand those boys. They don't seem like they would have much of a work ethic, and although they seem intelligent, they don't seem the type to put that into work. One of us should help them, is it fine if you do? I really need to work on schoolwork, I feel like I'm so behind, all these people know everything. I really need to catch up and I-"
"Hermione," Calypso cut in, "You're ahead of everybody else, so stop worrying. How many books did you buy from Flourish and Blotts before the year? Probably fifty. I wouldn't put it past you t have read half of them too. Don't worry, I did too, but you're not behind. At all." She said with a smile.
Hermione blushed and said, "Well, I-I know I did a lot of studying but... "
Calypso rolled her eyes before hugging her and leading them to Hagrid to get in a boat. "Cmon!" She giggled, pulling Hermione with her.
"Hello, Hagrid was it? It's nice to meet you! I'm Calypso!" She smiled at him brightly, pulling Hermione into a boat. She yelped.
Hagrid POV (3rd person)
When Hagrid looked at the girl he recognized her from what McGonagall had told him and the rest of the staff along with Dumbledore. She was the girl who was supposedly the child of Cassandra Shafiq, or Cassie as everybody called her before she went bad.
Looking at the child he immediately understood what McGonagall had said about her innocence. She was the definition of innocent. But as Hagrid looked closer, a frown developed as he realized she had bags under her eyes, obvious evidence of sleepless nights. She had tried to hide them amateurly. This girl was not sleeping well, and Hagrid would definitely be looking into it and informing Dumbledore.
He just hoped it wasn't that big of a deal.
Calypso POV (3rd person)
Calypso was practically jumping up and down by the time they had reached the castle. It was humongous, and she was so excited to make friends and find out what house she was in. She was surprised to find that, unlike the rest of the world, she honestly didn't care what house she was in. She would have prefered not being in Slytherin, but what can ya do. They all seemed nice, if she was honest, and all had their benefits.
She was also super excited about finally using her wand to cast spells she had only read about. She knew they weren't allowed to use it outside of school, so she hadn't tried with it yet, but using the wand would be interesting. She remembered how she got it…
~*~Flashback~*~
Calypso skipped into the wand shop labeled Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C. She was so excited and had been pulling her parents along with her from shop to shop, buying whatever looked interesting. Her parents had told her she could buy whatever she wanted, but she had tried to be reasonable. She didn't know if she was successful, but whatever.
She was immediately greeted upon entry with an eerie atmosphere. Her parents had shooed her off to find herself a wand while they did whatever it was adults did when kids left. She didn't know, and neither do I, so don't ask.
She shivered as she felt a new presence enter the room, and her head snapped around to see who she could only assume was Ollivander. She smiled brightly at him, attempting to be friendly despite the unpleasant eerie-ness, "Hello! My name is Calypso and I'm new to the wizarding world so I don't know how this works. Do I have to do something? Oh, gosh, I'm being incredibly rude. Sorry! I'll stop talking now. You are Ollivander right? Eek! Sorry! Initiating shut up mode! Promise!" She smiled apologetically at him as he stared at her in shock.
He recognized this girl. Oh, he definitely recognized this girl. How could he not? She was the spitting image of her mother, save her hair and eye colour. But… those too… where had he seen those colours… His eyes widened as her finally realized why she was so familiar. Poseidon. Of course. This poor child is doomed, He thought sadly, How on earth could Poseidon be that stupid! He was downright angry now, but swallowed it down before assuring the girl, smileless, "You only have to wave a few of them around, my dear. Now, to get us started, what, if you please, is your wand arm?" He asked emotionlessly.
Calypso's smile wavered at his cold demeanor, but she kept it up. "That would be my right arm, assuming you mean which arm I use to write with." Her tone had changed from chirpy and enthusiastic to kind of emotionless, the voice she used to greet important friends of her parents. She was being formal now, as he seemed the type she ought to be formal around.
Calypso held out her right arm as he asked her too and watched in amazement as the tape measurer started measuring things on its own while Ollivander started talking to her about cores and woods and such. She sort of tuned out, as she had read as such in a book while she was waiting for her parents to pay in Flourish and Blotts. Despite her dyslexia, she had always managed to read quite fast, and had gotten the gist of it at least. She stared at the tape until Ollivander told it to drop and her head snapped up to look at him.
He smiled tightly at her before holding out a wand for her to try, "Silver Lime and dragon heartstring. 11 inches. Quite flexible. Try it out. Go on give it a wave!"
She waved the wand out in front of her only to have it snatched away, "No, no. how about this one. Try-"
That one was taken away too.
Along with the next one.
And the next one.
And the next one.
And all of them after that.
She sighed as she put the last one back in the box, having taken to putting them away herself while Ollivander flitted around his many shelves finding more and more.
She watched as he came out, empty handed, and she was filled with dread. He was biting his lip, pondering, and she immediately came to the worst conclusions; Was she not really magic? Was she dangerous? Did she have to go to-
Her thoughts were interrupted by Ollivander sighing and muttering something about trying to give it a go. She opened her mouth to ask what he was trying, but he was gone into the back of the store before she could say anything.
He came back with an elegant box and her breath caught. It had what was obviously Ancient Greek letters on it, some latin as well, and was white unlike the other brown and black ones. It had what looked like tiny pictures of greek myths and creatures, along with gorgeous designs and swirls around the letterings. She was surprised to see that she could understand what it said. The letters spelled out the word Πήγασος, which she knew translated to Pegasus.
Ollivander held the box out with shaking hands and she took it carefully. He cleared his throat and said in a light tone, as if her was scared someone would hear him, "Elder wood, with one of Pegasus's feathers. 13 ½ inches with a slightly swishy flexibility. Try it out, Ms. Shafiq."
Calypso was too caught up in the box's beauty to care that he called her Shafiq instead of Lovelace.
She opened the box tenderly to see a skillfully crafted white colored wand with patterns not unlike the ones on the box. She could see a couple Greek letterings as well, but didn't take the time to read them out. She could see a small carving of a Pegasus on the handle, and the wood was smooth and perfectly carved. She could see that a lot of effort had been put into making this wand, and immediately fell in love with it. Calypso picked the wand up with shaking hands to feel a warmth engulf her along with the feeling of absolute power. She felt like she could take on the world. She brought the wand up above her head and swishing down with a smile on her face as blue, green, yellow, and red sparks erupted from the end of it.
Calypso smiled so brightly and even jumped up to hug Ollivander, tears streaming from her eyes.
"Thank you so much Ollivander! Thank you thank you thank you!"
He was startled, to say the least, as he was never thanked thoroughly, but quickly pushed her off, not being able to help the small smile creeping onto the old man's face. Any doubts he had about her being on the Good or Bad side of the upcoming war was wiped from his mind as her saw her bright smile. The girl would face hardships, many, and would definitely have many hard choices, but he had no doubt she would make the right ones. (Mostly. Nobody's perfect you know.)
~*~End of Flashback~*~
Calypso sighed as she stared at her wand, which she had taken out of her holster. She had bought a wand holster as well that day, but was still confused as to why he had said pegasus as if he was talking about a specific one. Not to mention her over-excitement was way too… excited, and she was embarrassed.
Calypso frowned when she realized that she had never met her birth family. She knew her birth mother was in Azkaban, not being able to stay on the run for very long after Voldemort was defeated. Come to think of it, Calypso hadn't gotten word from McGonagall about meeting them either…
She was yanked out of her thoughts as they reached the castle, and she stared in awe at how very large it was. She giggled as she pulled Hermione out of the boat (Much to the girl's dismay- she yelped again) and started running up the steps 'till she was in front with Hagrid.
"Hello again! Can you tell me how the sorting works? Is it a test? I hope it isn't a test." She smiled at Hagrid and politely awaited his answer.
The man stared at her before shaking off his initial shock from her sudden onslaught of questions and smiling through his shaggy beard, "Sorry. 'Fraid I can't tell that to yer. You'll have to see for yerself." He said with a smile. (A/N- I have no idea how to do the Hagrid talk, so I'm sorry if it makes no sense.)
She sighed, disappointed, but nonetheless smiled at him, "Oh, that's fine, I was just curious." She replied before turning to talk to Hermione, who was panting beside her.
"Don't - run - like - that - again." She managed to get out in between short breaths. She had been chasing after Calypso to get up to where she had run to.
Calypso smiled apologetically but quickly turned around, as they had reached the castle. Hagrid raised his fist and knocked three times on the door, and it swung open to reveal Professor McGonagall, who had a stern look on her face that softened slightly for a moment as she looked at the girl who was staring in awe at the sight of the castle before her. She recalled her conversation with Dumbledore earlier that evening…
~*~Flashback~*~
"Yes, Minerva?" Dumbledore called through the door as he sensed the Deputy Headmistress through his door.
McGonagall entered the Headmaster's office and sat down in front of his desk. "With all due respect, Albus, ever since I informed you of the Shafiq child's entry into Hogwarts, you have not told anybody about any action being taken except changing her last name on the list to Lovelace."
Dumbledore sighed and raised his eyes to meet Minerva's, "I'm afraid there is nothing we can do. I trust your judgment on the fact that she is innocent and not evil, but I must see her for myself before deciding what action should be taken. Not to mention that if she ends up in Slytherin we will know to keep an eye on her, but if she does not we can be happy with the fact that she is, somewhat, not too much harm. Her house will determine how much action, if any, should be taken." He sighed. "Besides, I have checked in with the owner of Flourish and Blotts and he has assured me that she has not been buying any Dark books, only ones about the war. So we can be happy knowing that she at least is not showing any interest in the Dark Arts."
McGonagall bit her lip before realization struck her and her eyes widened, "Albus, if she was buying books on the war… could she know who her parents are?" She asked, voice trembling. She didn't want such an innocent soul ruined.
Dumbledore's eyes widened before he sighed and looked out the window. This child was proving a lot of hassle, and he was just worried she would be as bad as her mother before her. He remembered Cassie, when she was an innocent first year. The Slytherins had turned her, and Dumbledore was sad to think they might turn Calypso as well.
~*~End of Flashback~*~
McGonagall sighed, much to the confusion of the students. She hoped she would turn out to be a member of the good and not become evil. The girl was too precious to be turned.
McGonagall cleared her throat and gave the welcoming speech to the students, "Welcome to Hogwarts," She said, "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, you House will be something like your family within Hogwarts-" Well, Calypso thought bitterly, Not if anybody hates me because of my mother, "-You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room.
"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Calypso looked at her tie nervously, making sure it was straight, and straightening it even though it was. She checked her hair quickly as Professor McGonagall said, "I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."
She bit her lip nervously as Hermione muttered spells she knew under her breath, listening to Harry and Ron chat about the sorting ceremony. She, herself, started muttering about a few useful things she had learned, though she was mostly just cursing herself for not learning more. She heard a scream behind her suddenly and her head whipped around to see a crowd of what looked like ghosts coming through the wall behind her. She gasped when she saw one that looked remarkably like the pictures she had seen of Helena Ravenclaw, Rowena's daughter who had been killed in a mysterious way. Her eyes darted to what looked like the man that she had been found with in death, and figured out he killed her. He was covered in blood, that was kind of suspicious. Only a bit.
Helena had noticed this girl staring and saw a light, a flame inside of her, of wisdom. She could feel other ghosts glancing her way as well. There was a certain fire within her that drew the ghosts like moths to a flame. They realized with a start that this girl was a great-granddaughter of Hades, a god who despised these ghosts for escaping Thanatos when they died, and all of the ghosts made their goodbyes quickly, with Helena lingering in the darkness a moment longer. This girl was destined to great things, that she knew, just not what.
Calypso was glancing around the Great Hall nervously as Professor McGonagall led the first years into it. Her eyes were drawn to a tall, thin man with long white hair and a beard, with a crooked nose that might have been broken once or twice. She noticed him staring at her intently, and she burned bright red under his stare. His stare wasn't unfriendly, but more calculating and she realized he was sizing her up to figure out if she had potential to be evil, or if she was good.
Calypso was afraid of what he had thought as his gaze averted to Harry, noticeably softening. She suppressed a sigh as she figured he didn't like what he saw. He really wouldn't when he started seeing the trouble she caused. Calypso knew that the accidents would be lessened because she would be learning to control it, but she also knew that there would be some will. She didn't know how, she could just practically see it happening, like she was there…
Calypso was pulled from these thoughts as she noticed a teacher with large glasses staring at her amusedly, and she furrowed her brows in confusion. What did this teacher find funny? She could understand Dumbledore looking at her, but Trelawney? Calypso almost gasped when she realized she knew the woman's name. Today was proving to be an interesting day.
She forced her eyes to pay attention to the hat on a stool as they stopped in front of the High Table. It was very worn, and she was worrying for the poor thing. It looked thousands of years old, and she could practically feel the powerful magic wafting away from it. It was a conscious being, that much she knew. So she wasn't that surprised when a rip near the brim opened like a mouth, though the fact it sang was slightly jarring:
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap"
Now this was the part Calypso was dreading. She had no idea what house she would be in, absolutely none. Gryffindor sounded nice and chaotic and she liked that, as she could be a wild spirit, but she wanted to focus on schoolwork and studying, so she liked Ravenclaw. It would be calm there, but she also felt that Gryffindors would be more judging about her mother, because many of their parents would have fought against her in the last wizarding war. That made her want to be in Hufflepuff, because they would accept her for who she was, not her parents, as they were welcoming and kind. Slytherin, she knew got a bad rep, but she wanted to find out information about her mother, and also, from what she had seen in the books, she would be inheriting the Shafiq family riches and title once she was of age, and she needed to know a lot about politics in the wizarding world, so that would be good. Not to mention they could help her contact her Grandmother and figure out who her father was. She, as much as she loathed to admit it, would fit right in with the Slytherins, as her mother was well respected among their parents.
Yeah.
None of that really helped work towards an ultimate decision.
She tuned out until her name was called, "Sha - urm, Lovelace, Calypso!"
Everybody in the hall went quiet, probably because McGonagall had stuttered. She winced as she walked up, knowing that McGonagall was trying not to say Shafiq. She noticed though, as the hat went over her eyes, that all the Slytherins were staring at her intently, most likely noticing that her last name, as stuttered, could have been "Shafiq."
At least, She thought, If I'm sorted there, they will be nice.
"Yes indeed, that would be good, and all your reasons for the different houses are reasonable, so I suppose I can't rely on your opinion like I do for all the other Gryffindors in the series. Oops, fourth wall, ignore that." a small voice said.
She frowned underneath the hat, Well, if it helps, I don't want to be in Slytherin that much, as being like my mother could lead me to the dark side. I want to stay light as much as possible, and being in Slytherin, while the house has nothing bad about it, could divert me from that, because of the people in it.
If the hat could raise an eyebrow, it would. She was cunning, that's for sure. "Okay then, let's see what I can work with here… hmm… oh, my, your parentage certainly is interesting, I suppose Chiron is freaking out right about now… oh, not to worry, girl, you'll find out what that means in the middle of the night from Lady Magic herself. Now, you are cunning, but why you are cunning comes from your intelligence. And intelligent you are, lots of it, and that would help on the battlefield in the war to come, so I suppose Gryffindor could help you in that sense, learning defensive and offensive spells and all… Oh, but kind you are, child… managing to become friends with six other students in the blink of an eye, and getting along with them too… hmm… I really have no immediate callings from you, child, like with the others. You fit into all of the houses, girl."
By this point, Calypso was sweating in the hat. She knew that she was taking forever, nearing five minutes now. You really have no idea?
The hat chuckled (Somehow, idk how a hat can chuckle, but whatever) and said, "Not to worry, child, if you fit in no house perfectly, you will have to join one that will help you academically, socially, and in the war upcoming - both of them. Now, both Slytherin and Gryffindor can do that for you, but If you are in Slytherin your ties with Harry Potter could be broken due to his new friend Ronald, nothing against him, just a bit prejudicial… hmm… No, see that… But that… hmm… well, I suppose it'll have to do. I won't be wrong, but I won't be right either., Now, better be…
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it! The wait won't be this long in the future, promise, but I have school, so cut me some slack please. It's not like it matters, only one person has favorited this, ohheyisabella. Thx again, btw. Please review, ppl! I need the feedback, I'm in middle school, I don't know about this stuff, I need help from more experienced writers! Also, I hope you like the cover, it's from an app called Gacha Life. I love making characters on it! On the left is the HP ppl and on the right is PJO. In the middle is Calypso, I know I said her hair was curly, but there aren't any good options for curly hair. Thanks for reading! UnicornPhoenix signing off!