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Leo
"No, no, no!" Leo was pacing around a hallway, worried out of soul and body. He was frantic. Annabeth and Reyna had searched around the North Area of the castle, Nico and Hazel the South Area, Percy and Harry the East Area, Frank and Ron the West Area, Piper the classrooms, and Jason the outdoors, while Leo had searched the corridors.
"I'm sorry," said Annabeth, not looking very sorry at all. "We couldn't find her."
"Hey!" Percy lowered his head to whisper something in Annabeth's ear. Leo didn't know what it was, but he hated himself for making Percy say something that made Annabeth look horrified.
"We'll find her," promised Piper, laying an arm over his shoulder.
"Hopefully soon," whispered Leo, a few tears making way down his face. It was all his fault. Had he followed her and protected her, this would not have happened! Had he been there for her, she would not be gone! It was all his fault.
Leo turned and ran up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the shouts behind him. He was going to save Calypso.
Christmas was coming. Leo's jokes were now completely half-hearted.
In mid-December, Hogwarts was covered in several feet of snow. The lake was frozen solid (something that Percy complained about), and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching snowballs so they kept bouncing of Quirrel's turban.
Calypso was gone. She wouldn't be there to celebrate their first Christmas together. And he'd spent so much time making her present. Since before he'd died.
The few owls that managed to get through the horrible weather had to be nursed back into shape by Hagrid before they could fly and deliver mail again.
Only Calypso could nurse Leo's heart back into shape.
The others had tried to get Leo to be more cheerful again, but a broken heart was not something you could easily fix. All my fault. All mine. All-my-fault. The fact that he thought it was his fault didn't make it easier.
No one could wait for the holidays to start. The students so they could go home to their families, the demigod couples so they could have 'alone' time together, and Leo, so he could find Calypso.
While the House Common Rooms were warm and cozy with huge fires, the icy cold hallways were windy and the panes rattled in the wind in the classrooms. Snape's dungeon was the worst, where the breath was mist as they tried to keep as close as they could to their steaming hot cauldrons.
"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy in Potions. "For all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."
He was looking at Harry and the American demigods as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle laughed. Leo's fists tightened, crushing his powdered spine of lionfish. At the moment, this Christmas I had been hiding in a sewer. Shove off, big pile of Schist. Percy ignored him, blabbering to Frank, as Frank rolled his eyes, not having heard the jibe that had been thrown at him. Jason and Piper were lovey-dovey staring into each other's eyes. Harry ignored him, and Hazel and Nico both gritted their teeth and kept on working.
When Leo left the dungeons with Nico, who had awkwardly slung his arm around Leo's shoulder, not knowing what exactly to do since they weren't close at all, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor. Two huge feet were sticking out at the bottom told Leo that Hagrid was behind it. Thinking about Christmas made his mind go right back Calypso, which made him accidentally set the tips of the branches on fire. Nico made the fire shadow-travel to his dad's palace, probably setting Persephone's garden on fire. Oh well.
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy's icy drawl came from behind Leo and Nico. "Are you trying to earn some extra credit, Valdez? Hoping to bring good grades back home to your mummy Valdez? Oh wait, you don't have one! I bet she gave you away, being irresponsible and stupid! She probably never even loved you-"
Leo's rage had boiled up with every word, and now it was more fiery than the deepest pits of hell.
Nico held Leo back as he fought to free himself to attack Malfoy. "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MI MAMÁ, YOU-YOU-YOU PRICK!"
Snape came up the stairs. "Is there a problem?" he asked smoothly, gaze sliding from the smirk on Malfoy's face, to the furious expression on Leo's and then to Nico's cool, reserved mask, who was also holding Leo by the arms.
"No there isn't Professor," said Nico.
"Good," snapped Snape. He, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle walked away, Malfoy sending scathing smirks back to the two.
Leo shivered with rage after Nico let him go. "Why'd you hold me back, I could have taken him-"
"We saw what happened," a familiar voice interrupted. "Are you okay?"
Leo looked into Harry's emerald eyes, Harry taking a step backwards.
Leo's eyes were no longer dark brown, they were bright, fire red, filled with flames and molten lava, anger as bright and sharp as the sun.
Ron looked a little scared.
Calm down, Leo thought. I can't hurt anyone else, not after mamá.
"Yes," Leo said, taking a deep breath. "I'm fine."
Ron let out a sigh. "Bloody expression, I thought you were going to bloody murder me, that's how you looked!"
"And you?" Harry looked over to Nico. "You okay?"
"I wasn't provoked," said Nico. "I'm fine."
"I don't know why you're asking him," sniffed Ron. "He's a bloody Slytherin!"
"He's a good person," said Harry. "Can't you see? The other Slytherins hate him! And his sister!"
"Gee, thanks," muttered Nico. Leo blinked, eyes wide.
"Did Nico just - was Nico just sarcastic?"
"No," muttered Nico.
"Yes, I heard you!" said Leo, anger momentarily forgotten. "Nico, the son of Hades was sarcastic!"
"And then there's that," said Hermione. "He's a demigod, not a wizard."
"He is?" Hagrid's voice boomed from behind them.
"No!" said Leo. "It's a-a game! Yeah, a game!"
"Okay," said Hagrid, forgetting about the whole demigod thing. "Come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."
The five of them (Nico, Ron, Leo, Harry and Hermione) followed Hagrid and his tree to the Great Hall, where the Professors except for Snape were putting up Christmas decorations.
"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree-put it in the far corner, would you?"
The hall looked amazing. It took even Leo's breath away, who could have made something much better, but the entire hall reminded him of Calypso, someone that no teacher had asked about after the demigods told Dumbledore who had organized a private search and told the staff that she had a family emergency and had to leave early. He didn't want to cause unnecessary panic in the staff and in the school.
Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung around the walls, and no less then twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.
"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.
"Just one," said Hermione. "And that reminds me-Harry, Ron, we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the Library."
"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron, looking away from Flitwick, who had golden bubbles floating quickly out of his wand and encircling the branches of the new tree.
"The library?" said Hagrid, walking out of the Great Hall with them. Leo felt a bit bitter that they hadn't asked his opinion, but then againm they hadn't asked for Nico's either. "Just before the holidays?" continued Hagrid. "Bit keen, aren't yeh?"
"Oh, we're not working," said Harry cheerfully.
"Ever since you mentioned Nicholas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is," said Leo, grabbing some metal from his robe and staring to bend it into the shape of a heart.
A few weeks ago, a little after Calypso had disappeared, Hagrid had invited them to tea in his hut, then let slip that what the dog was guarding had something to do with Nicholas Flamel.
"You what?" Hagrid looked shocked. "Listen here-I've told yeh-drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."
"We just want to know who he is," said Nico. "Unless you'll tell us and save us time?"
"I'm sayin' nothin'," said Hagrid gruffly.
"Well, back to the Library!" said Leo, striking a heroic pose, and they left behind a disgruntled Hagrid.
"You find her yet?" whispered Harry to Leo.
"Any news about her?" asked Hermione.
Leo shook his head, speeding up, feeling tears threaten to spill out of the corners of his eyes as soon as they asked.
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. I am so pathetic.
"Annabeth and Reyna are meeting us in the Library," said Hermione.
"Where are Percy and Jason?" asked Nico.
"Th-they said they would try to go t-training somewhere," replied Leo, flinching at the waver in his voice and the weakness it portrayed. "They said so this morning."
"Hazel?" asked Harry.
"She left with Neville, something to do with him messing up his homework," said Nico.
"Piper and Frank?" asked Ron.
"Meeting us in the Library as well," replied Hermione.
When they got to the Library, Hermione made Ron go with her, Nico go with Reyna, Harry go with Leo, Piper go with Annabeth, and Frank go alone to search up the books.
Harry and Leo went over to the Restricted Area.
"Why are we here?" asked Leo. "No creo que se supone que debemos estar aquí..."
"What did you say?" asked Harry, confused.
Leo laughed softly. "I said that I don't think we're supposed to be here."
"I think Flamel's somewhere in there," whispered Harry.
"Really?" asked Leo. I don't think Flamel would be in the Restricted Area...
Leo shrugged. Who was he to question why Harry thought that?
"What are you looking for, boys?"
"Nothing," said Harry before Leo had a chance to reply.
Madam Pince shook a feather duster at them. "Get out!"
The two quickly left the Library then waited for the others.
Five minutes later, Annabeth and Hermione joined them.
"You will keep looking when I'm away, won't you?" asked Hermione.
"Does that mean you didn't find anything?" asked Leo.
"Yes," replied Annabeth glumly. "And before you ask, the others already went to lunch."
"We'll send you an owl if we find anything," promised Harry. "And you can ask your parents if they know who Flamel is. It'd be safe to ask them."
"Very safe, as they're both dentists." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Once Hermione was gone, the holiday started, and Leo went to bed on Christmas Eve, not expecting any presents. Actually, nobody of the Seven or Two did, but Leo had a surprise for them.
When he woke up, he didn't bother getting out of his pajamas to look at the presents at the foot of his bed.
Harry, Ron, Frank, Percy, and Jason were doing the same. Neville was gone, home for the holidays. Leo had sent his present for Neville with his phoenix, who was flying to Neville to deliver the present.
"Let's open one by one," suggested Percy. "Each of us opens one, then it starts all over until all the presents are opened."
"I'm game," shrugged Frank.
Jason nodded.
Leo could hardly wait until they opened his present. He nodded.
Both Ron and Harry smiled in agreement.
"I want to go first!" said Ron. He picked up the first thing that was on his pile.
A neatly wrapped rectangle with gray wrapping paper and brown owls with a silver ribbon tying it together; it was impeccably wrapped, looked like something from the internet, machine made.
Inside was a book; Quidditch Through The Ages. From Annabeth. Ah. That made sense. "It's a book from Annabeth," said Ron.
"I'm next," said Harry, looking amazed at the gifts he'd gotten. The neatly wrapped rectangle he got looked exactly the same as Ron's...Leo smirked. Annabeth had probably gotten a book for everyone.
Inside was Quidditch Through The Ages, exactly like Ron's. "Fun. Reading about Quidditch, not playing Quidditch."
Somewhere in her muggle home, Hermione smiled at her new book; Black Beauty.
"I wonder what Annabeth got me," said Percy, searching through his presents (which he gleefully admired) until he got to Annabeth.
After he opened it, his grin went wider and wider. "A blue Camp Half-Blood t-shirt! Aww, thank you Annie!" Leo swore he could hear Annabeth yell, "Don't call me that!" all the way from the Ravenclaw Tower.
Frank opened Annabeth's gift to him. "It's a...book about animals. Wildlife & Magical Creatures."
"That's Annabeth for you," joked Leo.
Jason glanced at him, eyes lighter now that Leo had made another joke.
Leo felt one more emotion bottle up inside him; grief.
Jason opened his from Annabeth. "Um...Quidditch Through The Ages again. Why does she assume I'm on the team?"
"You're not?" asked Percy.
"He's not," said Harry.
Leo sliced through the wrapping paper with a small steel knife, and widened his eyes with an evil grin at what was inside. "Traps & Automatons For Demigods. I wonder where she got this...it looks familiar..."
"Yep," said Percy. "Saw it when I went on the Quest in the Labyrinth on Hephaestus's work table."
Leo's grin widened, but he felt another piece of him crack and fall into the dark abyss of depression. Oh, why was his beautiful Calypso taken from him...
"Let's find Jason's present to us..." Harry rummaged through the pile of presents. "A flashlight. Thank you Jason. I really needed this." He was holding a green flashlight.
"Note the sarcasm," said Percy.
"I got a flashlight for each of you..." Jason muttered.
"Really?" exclaimed Frank in exasperation, who had a flashlight covered in zoo animals.
Leo sighed. "A fire-themed flashlight?"
"It's blue!" shouted Percy, hugging the flashlight to his chest and jumping around the room in excitement and happiness.
"Mine is maroon," mumbled Ron. "Why maroon?"
"Okay," said Percy with an excited squeal. "I'm done with waiting around. I'm getting right to it!" He rummaged through his pile, unwrapping each one and throwing it in another pile. "A bejeweled fish...really Hazel!? A guinea pig plushie from Frank...who told you about that...Annabeth! From Piper, a box of..." Here he turned bright red and deposited the box in his trunk as quick as he could. "A purple toga from Reyna...a box of BLUE PANCAKES! JACKPOT!" He jumped in joy, scattering his pile of presents everywhere.
"And now there's this present..." he pointed to a lumpy package.
"My mom," said Ron. "I told her that you four, Piper, C-calypso-" here he threw a quick glance at Leo. "-Reyna, Nico, Hazel and Annabeth and Harry weren't expecting presents so here they are, and she's made you a Weasley sweater."
Percy opened it to find a blue sweater with the letters 'PJ' on it in green. He put it on happily.
"Now...what's this?" he unpacked the last present, a messily wrapped parcel, then stared at Leo with wonder.
Inside was a bronze statuette of him holding Annabeth close to him.
"Thank you Leo," he said. "I love it."
Leo began to fidget. The piece that had fallen into the abyss started crawling back up again. "It was nothing..."
"I will get every present open now!" said Jason in a horrible French accent. He started to unwrap his presents, staring in wonder down at them. "A bejeweled eagle from Hazel...what's with her and bejeweling? A brick plushie from Frank..." He looked at Frank.
"It was meant to mock you on your many times of falling unconscious," shrugged Frank. Leo let a small smirk climb onto his features.
Jason sighed. "A love letter from Piper...wait what? YES! I LOVE HER TOO! A purple toga from Reyna...really Percy? A stick of Trident bubble-gum? A new coin-holder from Nico...for my magic coin probably...and...Leo..."
He held up a statuette of Piper. "She's gorgeous...thank you."
He then pulled out of a parcel a light blue sweater with the letter 'J' on it in gold.
Frank started while Jason was admiring his sweater. "A dragon plushie from Hazel...she stole my idea! Huh! A box of chocolate from Piper...what? A stick of Trident bubble-gum again, Percy? A purple toga from Reyna...what's with her and purple togas? A Mythomagic Set from Nico...THANK YOU SO MUCH NICO!"
He unpacked a purple sweater with the letters 'FZ' on it in scarlet. "How does she know my size...?"
He then unpacked another parcel, and looked up at Leo.
He held up a statuette of Hazel riding Arion. "Leo...she's amazing. How did you do this...you're amazing!"
Leo smiled. "Thanks." Another piece of him started crawling up.
Ron started again. "A bejeweled chess knight from Hazel...a...chess piece plushie? Frank? Bloody...really? A stick of gum...why, Percy? Why? A chocolate tart from Piper...a chocolate frog from Reyna...AAAAAGH!" Ron had just unpacked a human skeleton's hand. "Really Nico? Gave me a bloody heart attack! Ugh...maroon..."
He had just unpacked a sweater from Mrs. Weasley. He unpacked Leo's present.
Leo held his breath. Would he like it?
Ron looked up at Leo. Inside were bronze automaton chess pieces...enchanted for Wizards' Chess. "You made these?" Leo nodded. "Bloody things, these are amazing! They are bloody wonderful, Leo."
Another piece started crawling back up.
"Now me..." Harry unwrapped the first one. "A flute from Hagrid...a fifty pence piece from the Dursley's...you can have it Ron." He gave it to Ron. "A sweater from Mrs. Weasley...a tiny bejeweled broomstick from Hazel...a broomstick plushie from Frank...a box of chocolates from Piper...she gave everyone chocolate, didn't she...a stick of bubble-gum from Percy...always you, always you..." Percy smirked. "A Pumpkin Pasty from Reyna...some sort of iron keychain from Nico...and a statuette of a broomstick from Leo. Thanks!"
Leo felt another piece crawl up.
"Then a box of fudge from Mrs. Weasley and a box of chocolate frogs from Hermione. Then there's this..." Harry tried the silvery cloak on. It rendered him invisible. He took it off. "Leo, open yours."
"Fine!" laughed Leo. "A bejeweled statue of Festus from Hazel...thank you Hazel! A plushie of Festus...Gods, how did you make this?"
"Custom-made in New Rome," said Frank.
"A Festus-shaped chocolate cake from Piper with a picture of Festus to boot...is everything going to revolve around Festus? A stick of Trident bubble-gum...Percy, no comment. A box of nuts and bolts from Reyna...thanks...a Stygian Iron hammer from Nico..."
"Is that what this keychain is made of?" asked Harry.
"Probably," answered Leo. "A fiery red sweater from Mrs. Weasley...and...and..."
Every piece of him that had crawled back up from the abyss immediately crashed back down. He trailed off, eyes wide at the present that lay on his lap. "And a picture of me and Calypso...together...with Festus...from Calypso..." He stood up, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. "I...I have to go..." he made a run for the bathroom, tears splashing down his cheeks when he couldn't hold them in any longer, and he collapsed against the wall, sobbing, and clutching the photo of Calypso, him, and Festus.
At dinner, there was Christmas surprise; a hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich, gravy and cranberry sauce-and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet in the tables.
Leo pulled a wizards cracker with Frank, and it blasted them with red smoke and three Japanese Kimonos for men, which he gladly passed over to the Japanese Second Year Honda Kiku in Ravenclaw.
Fred and Harry pulled a wizards cracker which exploded in a cloud of blue smoke and gave them an admirals hat (which they gave to Lukas Bondevik, a quiet Norwegian Second Year in Ravenclaw), a frying pan (which they gave to Elizaveta Héderváry, a Hungarian Gryffindor Second Year), and several white mice, alive and squeaking.
Up at the Teachers Table, Dumbledore was wearing a flowered bonnet.
After the turkey came flaming Christmas puddings, and Leo ate his piece without putting out the fire. Percy W almost broke his teeth on a Galleon in his slice, and Hagrid kept asking for more wine until he finally kissed Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who giggled.
Leo had no idea she could giggle.
At night, Leo couldn't sleep. He lay there, looking at the top of his bed, until he heard some swishing and the sound of feet on the floor.
Leo silently got out of his bed and watched Harry pull out his Invisibility Cloak. "What are you doing?"
Harry just about jumped out of his skin. "Don't scare me like that, and I'm going to the Restricted Area of the books to see if I can find Nicholas Flamel."
"Let me come with you." Leo was bored out of his mind, and maybe this was how he could redeem himself from boredom?
"Sure..." Harry seemed hesitant, but Leo couldn't blame him.
Leo climbed out of bed, and Harry threw the cloak over him. The two climbed through the dormitory, and through the portrait.
"Who's there?" squawked the Fat Lady.
The two stayed silent until they reached the Restricted End of the library. Leo was about to light his hand on fire, but Harry shook his head, holding up a lamp, and mouthing that he didn't want the cloak to catch fire. Fair enough.
Harry started looking through books as Leo held up the lantern, making sure there was light so he could see.
Letting his gaze travel, Leo saw that there was a considerable amount of dust on the shelves. He noticed things, like a dark stain on one of the book spines.
A grunting noise brought him back to reality, and he saw Harry heaving a large black and silver book onto his knee. Before he could say something, Harry opened the book and a bloodcurdling shriek pierced the silence.
It took Leo less than a second to realize that the book was screaming.
"Hurry!" he yelled at Harry, who snapped the book shut and shoved it into the shelf. The screaming still went on.
Leo pulled Harry with him, shoving the cloak over both of them and grabbing the lamp. They could hear footsteps on the corridor outside. The door opened and there stood Filch, grinning maniacally. The two ducked under his arm and ran out the library.
Leo ran up stairs after stairs, hardly paying attention to where he was going. Harry followed him, equally panicked. The two heard voices. It was Filch and Professor Snape.
"This way!" Harry hissed at Leo, having found a door to a room where they could hide.
Filled with relief, Leo followed Harry inside, jumping as the door shut quickly. He lit his fingertips on fire, and illuminated the room.
The room looked like an unused classroom. The desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket. But there was something propped up against the wall that looked like it didn't belong there. And it was facing towards them.
It was a mirror, high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved at the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
What does it mean? wondered Leo. It's not Greek, or Creak-and-Squeak.
Harry moved closer to it, and Leo followed, the both of them standing in front of the mirror. Leo watched Harry intently, sure if something evil was in it something would have happened already.
Harry clapped his hands over the mouth and whirled around the room, as if looking for someone.
"You okay, man?" asked Leo.
"I see people," breathed Harry. "People next to me that aren't you. I think it's my mum and dad."
Leo peered at himself. Standing behind his reflection was a beautiful Latina woman, smile wrinkles around her mouth, her long wavy dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, and grease all over her work overalls. She seemed to be crying. Standing next to her was a pale-skinned eleven-year-old, Auburn hair pulled back in a braid, brown eyes warm and kind.
Tears started trailing down his cheeks. He felt them, wet and noiseless, slipping down his face like rainwater. "Mama...Calypso..." Clearing his throat and rubbing his face, he turned to Harry. "I want to go back."
Harry tore his eyes away from the mirror. "Yes. I'll show Ron, and you can go to bed."
"If you're coming tomorrow, I'll go," said Leo, staring at Esperanza and Calypso.
"I'll be back," promised Harry, talking to both the mirror and Leo.
The morning after, Leo was dreamy, thinking about his mother and Calypso, where they were right now. Well, he knew where his mother was. Elysium. He just didn't know where Calypso was.
Walking down to where Harry and Ron were, he noticed they were talking about the mirror.
"I'm going back tomorrow," said Harry.
"Don't," Ron said, but he looked like he was losing the fight.
"I'll go with him," promised Leo. Ron looked even more unhappy.
Leo smiled at the thought of Esperanza and Calypso.
That night, the two found their way to the mirror much more quickly.
They sat down, both content to stare at their loved ones for all night, when a voice spoke.
"Back again?"
Leo slowly looked behind him. Harry looked as if someone had told him he was a ghost and the world was a dream.
Albus Dumbledore sat on one of the desks against the wall.
"I-I didn't see you, sir," stammered Harry.
Leo made a noise in between a squeak and a squeal. What? He may have defeated Gaea, but this was the Headmaster!
"Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, smiling.
"But I don't need glasses," muttered Leo.
"So," said Dumbledore, sitting on the floor with Leo and Harry. "You, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised."
"I didn't know it was called that," said Leo. It certainly isn't Greek or Latin.
"But I expect you've realized by now what it does?"
"It - well - it shows me my family-"
"And it shows my mother and Calypso," interrupted Leo, feeling a pang of grief as he was reminded that his mother was lost forever, and Calypso was lost as well, though hopefully only temporarily.
"And it showed your friend Ron as Head Boy," said Dumbledore.
"How did you know-?" started Harry.
"I don't need a cloak to become invisible," said Dumbledore gently. "Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?"
"The things we don't have?" suggested Leo, bitterness tracing his voice.
Harry shook his head.
"Let me explain," said Dumbledore. "The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?"
Leo nodded.
"It shows us what we want...whatever we want..." said Harry slowly.
"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, Harry, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. You, Leo, who lost your beloved mother and your dearest, most trusted friend, see them standing next to you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of them all. However, the mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. People have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible."
Leo swallowed a lump in his throat.
"The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, and I ask you two not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?"
Harry stood up. "Sir? Can I ask you something?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Of course."
"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"
"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks."
Harry nodded slowly, and Dumbledore leaned over to whisper in Leo's ear, "We will find the Titaness, Leo. We will not give up. You will be reunited with her."
Leo swallowed thickly, and nodded.
Only when he was in bed did he allow the tears to flow freely.
A girl was chained to a wall, her head hanging limply.
"Tell us!" a feral voice growled, raspy and resonating with pure power.
"I will never tell you the secret to become immortal!" spat the girl, her dark auburn hair hanging around her head in clumpy strands. She raised her head. Bruises covered her face, and blood was running down her cheek. Grime coated her entire body. "I will not betray my family!"
"Very well then," the voice boomed. "We have tortured you for months, yet you will not give up the secret of the Gods. You have earned yourself punishment, Titaness."
And Calypso screamed.
A/N
The added on part of the document is much better, don't ya think?