A/N: It just occured to me that I forgot to post Leo's chapter. So here. I'm working on the main fic at the moment. After three failed attempts, I think I've found a format that'll suit it just fine. But for now, please enjoy this chapter and excuse its lateness.
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO/HoO. Philip Pullman owns HDM. I own neither.
Leo
Alesandro
Leo was different, he knew that much, and he tried his best to ignore it. It was difficult, however, when his own daemon was one of the things that marked him out as unusual. His mother hadn't minded that Alesandro was male, just like Leo himself, but it had been one of the reasons his aunt had left him to the state after his mother's death (ignoring the fact that the fire had been his fault, of course).
It was one autumn, and Leo was alone, hiding in an alley. He'd run away, again, and he was far too stubborn to go home. But he was cold, and Ales was quivering in the form of a grey squirrel against his chest.
"Can't you go bigger?" Leo asked irritably. "I'm cold."
"I don't think I can," Ales replied. Leo's frown turned into realisation.
"When did-?"
"I can't remember," Ales admitted; his memory had always been bad. Leo said nothing, only curling in on himself more to keep out the cold.
A/N: Again, sorry for the lateness. And I'm working on the main story. I'll post a bonus chapter once it's up.
-Acae