A/N: The finale to Season 1 is almost here! :)
I thought as someone like you, you'd be more careful.
Idiot! I scolded myself mentally as I sat in Professor McGonagall's study, waiting for the Gryffindor Head to step through the doors. I was supposed to be careful.
My knee bounced up and down and I had to spring up from my seat. I ignored Filch's order to sit back down and chose to pace instead. I pivoted my heel to prevent myself from crashing into the wall, gnawing on the corner of my bottom lip.
Was this what Apollo meant? No. I mean, at worse, Professor McGonagall was going to deduct points from us and give us detentions. So why was I feeling so antsy?
The door opened, causing me to glance up from my thoughts. Professor McGonagall strode inside, leading Neville. "Harry!" the plump boy exclaimed. "I was trying to find you to warn you: I heard Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag–"
The boy was cut off by Harry shaking his head violently, but it was too late. Her nose flared, and I wondered if she was a child of Hephaestus, because I could practically see steam come from her.
"I would never have believed it of any of you," she began her lecture in a stern voice. "Mr. Filch says you were up in the Astronomy Tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves."
Hermione stared down at her slippers guiltily.
"I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on," the woman continued. "It doesn't take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believe it, too?
"I'm disgusted," the elder witch said when there was no reply. "Five students out of bed in one night! I've never heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Granger, I thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this. And you, Miss Jackson, I thought as someone like you, you'd be more careful. All four of you will receive detentions. Yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom. Nothing gives you the right to walk around school at night, especially these days, it's very dangerous — and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor."
"Fifty?" Harry repeated, eyes wide in shock.
"Fifty points each," Professor McGonagall explained. While Harry and Hermione protested at the deduction in points, I had something to wonder about anymore.
"I thought as someone like you, you'd be more careful," she had said. Aristo and Rhea had informed me that no one – except Dumbledore, most likely – knew who we were.
I knew there was an elective for Greek Mythology – one that I was hoping to take come my third year, so I knew they were aware of the Gods' and Goddesses' existences, but generally, children of the Gods stayed quiet, especially those of the Dodekatheon, or Twelve Olympians, outside of their kind.
I looked up in time to see Professor McGonagall dismissing us. My eyes met her green before I looked away. Compared to Harry and Hermione, I didn't look as reprimanded, but a nagging feeling told me that I'd be feeling it soon.
It was completely silent on the way back to the Gryffindor common room. Harry, Neville, and Hermione stalked up to the room, and I was about to, as well, when I felt a large hand wrap around my arm.
My eyes widened as I was yanked and pushed against the wall semi-roughly. It wasn't enough to hurt, but completely strong enough to shock the life out of me.
Seeing a broad chest, I trailed up to see angry, sky blue eyes that fit on an angular, handsome face.
"I told you to be careful," he said in a low tone. A shadow fell over me as he loomed over me, looking down sternly at me. "And you go and get caught."
"But it was just a detention and fifty points deduction…" I blurted, not seeing what was so wrong. So I got in trouble, big deal. I always got in trouble even in Muggle school.
"That's not what I meant, Penny," he said sternly, looking down at me. It was so strange to hear him call me Penny. I knew it was my name – well, technically, Penelope is my name, Penny's my nickname – but as of late, he's been only calling me by little pet names.
I cocked my head to the side, unsure of what he was saying. "I don't understand."
Apollo sighed, his face contorting to a slightly troubled look. "I've said too much already. Anymore can result in punishment for me. Stay safe, Penelope. Trust your instincts."
With that, he placed his hand over my eyes, shielding me from the light that emitted from him before he disappeared. I opened my eyes, staring at the empty common room.
A couple days have passed, and as of late, I felt myself on the end stick of most Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs. Slytherins didn't count because they always hated Gryffindors – but because Harry, Hermione, Neville, and I had lost a grand total of two-hundred House points, Slytherin was currently in the lead for winning the House Cup.
The only people that stuck by me were Harry, Ron, Hermione, Aristo, Rhea, and Cedric. Neville, too, I suppose, but he took to distancing himself from us these days – probably to avoid getting into more trouble.
I was sitting with Ron and Hermione, helping the boy with his Astronomy homework, when Harry walked in, slightly flushed and a bit antsy. He informed us of what he had overhead – Quirrell being threatened. He hadn't heard who the second person was, but he would be it all on Snape.
"Snape's done it, then!" Ron exclaimed once Harry finished his tale. "If Quirrell's told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell–"
"There's still Fluffy, though," Hermione interrupted.
"Maybe Snape's found out how to get past him without asking Hagrid," Ron replied, looking at the many books in the library. "I bet there's a book somewhere in here telling you how to get past a giant three-headed dog. So what do we do, Harry?"
I could see the excitement burning in Ron's blue orbs. His reply was interrupted by Hermione. "Go to Dumbledore," she advised. "That's what we should have done ages ago. If we try anything ourselves, we'll be thrown out for sure."
"But we've got no proof!" Harry exclaimed exasperatedly. "Quirrell's too scared to back us up. Snape's only got to say he doesn't know how the troll got in at Halloween and that he was nowhere near the third floor – who do you think they'll believe: him or us? It's not exactly a secret we hate him. Dumbledore will think we made it up to get him sacked. Filch wouldn't help us if his life depended on it. He's too friendly with Snape, and the more students get thrown out, the better, he'll think. And don't forget, we're not supposed to know about the Stone or Fluffy. That'll take a lot of explaining."
"I can't afford to get expelled again," I groaned softly, burying my face in my arms.
"Again?" Hermione echoed in disbelief. "You've been expelled before?"
I glanced up and looked up at her. "Six times," I admitted sheepishly. She looked at me with an unreadable look before shaking her head, resuming her reading.
"Maybe we should just do a little bit more p–"
"No," Harry interrupted Ron. "We've done enough poking around."
Sensing that the topic was dropped, the four of us proceeded to continue to do our Astronomy homework.
The next morning, I received a note while eating breakfast. Thankfully, I was able to read it this time, but it didn't hold any good news:
Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight.
Meet Mr. Filch in the entrance hall.
Professor McGonagall
"Bummer," Aristo said, reading the note from beside me. "What'd you do?"
I bit my lip, glancing at Harry, Hermione, and Ron at the table next to us. The Hufflepuff table was in-between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, and the Slytherin table was next to the Ravenclaw one.
I figured that since it was over and done with, I shared with Cedric, Aristo, and Rhea had occurred with Norbert – minus the invisibility cloak.
"You're just a little body of trouble, aren't you?" Cedric grinned after I finished telling the story.
Aristo threw his arm over my shoulder and he commented, "You'll have us worried to death at this rate, y'know that?" His tone was teasing, but I knew there was a serious undertone. Rhea, who was sitting across from me, gave me a warning look with her eyes subtly.
I curtly nodded and the topic was changed to something lighter.
At eleven o'clock at night, I left the common room with my fellow Gryffindors to head to the entrance hall. Filch and Malfoy were already there, waiting.
The caretaker sneered at us before lighting a lamp. "Follow me," he ordered gruffly, leading us outside of the castle. "I'll bet you'll think twice about breaking a school rule again, won't you, eh?" He looked at us with bulgy eyes. "Oh yes… hard work and pain are the best teachers if you ask me. It's just a pity they let the old punishments die out: hang you by your wrists from the ceiling for a few days – I've got the chains still in my office, keep 'em well-oiled in case they're every needed."
I frowned at the imagery, tuning out the rest of his mumbling. He was leading us further and further away from the castle, towards the Forbidden Forest. A shiver travelled up my spine as I heard some rustling as we got closer and closer, but it might have just been my paranoia.
"Is that you, Filch?" a familiar, gruff voice asked. "Hurry up, I want ter get started."
Well, if Hagrid was going to be helping us serve our detention, then I guess it couldn't be too bad, right? But then again, it really depends on what we were doing, like –
"– come out in one piece," I heard Filch say, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Wait, what happened?" I ask Neville, who was visibly shaking and holding onto Harry's robe.
"W–" Neville started, but then his voice croaked. "We're going into the forest."
"The forest?" Malfoy echoed. "We can't go in there at night – there's all sort of things in there – werewolves, I head."
"That's your problem, isn't it?" Filch smiled at us sadistically. "Should've thought of them werewolves before you got in trouble, shouldn't you?"
Hagrid then stepped out of the shadows, with Fang, his pet dog, at his heel. He was holding a large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows. Well… that didn't seem appealing. It made me wonder if Aristo and Rhea could use crossbows – they probably could…
A sharp pain emitted through me and I glared down at the source. Hermione's bony elbow just jammed itself in my side. I glared up at her and she hissed, "Pay attention!"
"Listen carefully," Hagrid said, looking at all of us seriously. "'Cause it's dangerous what we're gonna do tonight, an' I don' want no one takin' risks. Follow me over here a moment."
He led us over to the edge of the forest. We were so close to it that I had to bat away a tree branch that was much too close to me. Of course, it just came flying back at me and I stepped aside, moving so I was in-between Harry and Malfoy instead. Stupid tree branch.
Hagrid held his lamp up high, and he pointed down a path that was soon obscured by the darkness of the forest. "Look there," he advised. I followed his pudgy finger to see a puddle of something weird. "See that stuff shinin' on the ground? Silvery stuff? That's unicorn blood. There's a unicorn in there bin hurt badly by summat. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. We're gonna try an' find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery."
"And what if whatever hurt the unicorn finds us first?" Malfoy asked in a shaky tone.
Hagrid turned to look at the lone Slytherin. "There's nothin' that lives in the forest that'll hurt yeh if yer with me or Fang. An' keep ter the path. Right, now, we're gonna split inter two parties an' follow the trail in diff'rent directions. There's blood all over the palce, it must've bin staggerin' around since last night at least."
"I want Fang," Malfoy called quickly.
"All right," Hagrid agreed. "But I warn yeh, he's a coward. So me, Harry, an' Hermione'll go one way an' Draco, Neville, Penny, an' Fang'll go the other. Now if any of us finds the unicorn, we'll send up green sparks, right? Get yer wands out an' practice now."
I rolled my eyes, seeing as I was paired up with Malfoy. Hagrid gave me a small apologetic look and I shrugged, practicing launching my sparks. "Verdimillious," I said, and the sparks launched from the tip of my wand to the ground.
"An' if anyone gets in trouble, send up red sparks, an' we'll all come an' find yeh – so, be careful – let's go."
I took off with Fang, Malfoy, and Neville at my heels, and I began to search for the unicorn. Neville was jumping every time I stepped on a particularly crunchy leaf, and Malfoy's eyes wouldn't stop darting around.
I suppose the forest was scary, but to be completely honest, with all the training Aristo and Rhea have put me through, I felt ready for anything… Hopefully.
All of a sudden, I heard a roar and then a cry of terror. By the time I whirled around, ready to curse our attacker, red sparks were launched into the air, engulfing us in a bright red light.
I glared at Malfoy, who was cackling like crazy while Neville looked ready to piss his pants. "Malfoy!" I roared.
"Wha' happened?" I heard rapid crunching noises as Hagrid came into view.
I scowled, blowing a lock out of my face as I jutted my wand in Malfoy's direction. "Malfoy here, thought it'd be funny to scare Neville. Neville, scared out of his mind, launched some sparks."
Hagrid looked furious and ordered for us to follow him back. We quickly met up with Harry and Hermione, and Hagrid lectured, "We'll be lucky ter catch anythin' now, with the racket you two were makin'. Right, we're changin' groups – Neville, you stay with me an' Hermione. Harry, you go with Fang, Penny, an' this idiot."
And so, Harry, Malfoy, Fang, and I stalked off into the forest. I didn't know how much time had passed as we followed the silvery-trail of blood, but it seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.
It was everywhere: on the trees, the ground, the leaves…
My body tensed on its own, ready to fight. My right hand clenched my wand tightly while my left itched to grab Tempest.
"Look," Harry muttered all of a sudden. I looked forward more closely, and saw something bright and shining.
"Slowly," I advised as we inched closer and closer to the bright figure.
… We had found the unicorn. And it was dead. Its long, powerful legs were stuck in strange angles and its mane was a bright white, dirtied by the mud and dark leaves.
A sound caught my attention and I tensed, gripping my wand tightly. A low growl emitted from the bushes and I stiffened, back straightening. The growls got louder and louder and the bushes shook harder.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
I would've laughed at how high and screechy Malfoy's voice got – almost like a Banshee's – as he dropped his lamp and took off running. Fang, on instinct, followed him.
All of a sudden, there was a blast and I found myself flying.
"PENNY!" I heard Harry's distant voice called as I slammed into a tree.
I let out a grunt of pain and grabbed my wand quickly. "Aguamenti!" I cried out quickly, trying to get as much water out as possible. If I could get water, I would be set.
I heard growls and then barking, as something black launched out of the bushes. I rolled out of the way just in time to dodge, pushing myself onto my feet.
The two-headed dog that had attacked me growled, drool dripping from its sharp, dirty teeth. Its tail swished and hissed, making me see that it had a serpent as its tail. I felt like I should know what it was, but I couldn't place my hands on it…
"Think, Penny," I hissed quietly, holding my wand out towards it. What's a good spell used to defend? "Orbis!" I cried, launching my spell at the dog. It growled and jumped out of the way just as the ground where it once stood sunk.
Its tail hissed and shot out towards me and I lunged for the ground. One of its heads made a move towards me and I hissed in shock, quickly pulling my arm away just before it could take it.
"Aqua Eructo!" I called, a blast of water flying from my wand. It shot towards the dog and it hit one of its faces, but the other glared at me before charging right towards me.
I tried to move out of the way, but it was too strong and the damned trees were in my way.
I found myself pinned to the ground, landing on the muddy ground, and I winced as I felt the cracking of my right wrist, causing my wand to fall out of my hands. I felt its drool dribble all over my face and my robes as it growled low at me, its tail snaking around my ankles.
It moved down, ready to bite my face off, but I was faster. Taking advantage of the water around me, I quickly summoned it, making it come to life. It shot up, pushing the dog off of me and I got up, cradling my most-likely-broken wrist.
Using my left hand, I controlled the water to ensnare the dog, before using my left hand to pull out Tempest. Its tail shot out, snapping at me, startling me. Crap, I forgot about it.
It had broken my concentration and once again, the dog was free. I jumped out of the way just in time, but its tail snaked around my ankles, pulling me to the ground, my sword slipping from my grip.
My face hit a rather rough tree root, and I felt a metal tang in my mouth. I rolled over just in time to see the dog growling, launching itself on top of me
My eyes shut tightly, hoping my water would make it in time. I felt a familiar handle in my hand and thrust it upward just as a searing pain caught on my right shoulder.
I felt the blade of Tempest pierce through the dog as it landed right on top of me, a whine of pain escaping from its lips. A sprinkle of dust covered over my skin, and I peeled my eyes open just in time to see the last of it disappearing into dust.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I felt some blood trickle out the side of my mouth. I lied there on the muddy ground, trying to catch my breath. Oh Gods.
"Penny!" I heard multiple voices call, but it sounded so distant. My right arm hurt so much it felt like it was going to fall off.
Put Tempest away, the voice inside my head advised. Not even bothering to argue with it, I capped it shut, slipping it back into my robes, still not moving. I threw my good arm over my eyes, shielding out the bright moonlight.
Can I just sleep out here?
I heard heavy rustling, and then streaks of yellow. Identical sky blue eyes looked down at me in concern, and Rhea placed a gentle hand on me. "Penny, can you hear me?"
"Yeah," I mumbled. "B– B–"
"That's all we need to know," Aristo said swiftly, cutting me off. "We're going to heal you now, Penny. You'll be fine, okay? It's not too serious."
"My arm feelz like iz about teh fall doe," I slurred, my eyelids getting heavy.
Rhea turned to her brother, pulling out her wand. "She's losing consciousness, we better get started." She tapped her wand against my shoulder wound and mumbled, "Aguamenti."
Instantly, I felt a tightening sensation over my shoulder, and hissed gently. I could feel the muscle and tissue repairing itself and my throbbing wrist was being moved.
Vaguely, I could hear Aristo singing softly in his countertenor voice:
Praise the God of Sun,
Praise the God of Truth,
Praise the God of Song,
To my Father, I sing to Thee.
Heal this wound and all its burns
To what it once before these churns,
For what I sing to you,
My Father, this is what you do,
Heal this hurt and pain,
For my love you gain.
For you, we follow,
O Father, hear our plea,
I offer myself to Thee.
A warmth spread throughout my arm and as I was slowly getting less and less tired, I turned my head to see Aristo completely focused on my broken wrist, a soft glow emitting from his hands.
The pain in my arm dulled before it completely disappeared, and I felt my bones and tissue rearrange itself beneath Aristo and Rhea's treatments.
A couple minutes later, I found myself standing up with the assistance of Rhea. "You're filthy," she told me, looking at me up and down. "Think you can do something about it?"
"I probably can,' I admitted. I closed my eyes in concentration and felt a warmth wash over me as water I had conjured up surround me. It then disappeared, and I looked down at my clothes. Not a speck of dirt or blood was on them, and if it weren't for my ripped shoulder, it would have looked like I wasn't attacked at all.
"We can fix that," Aristo said, pulling out his wand. He pointed it to my ripped robes and muttered out, "Pallae reparo." At once, my robe stitched itself back up, looking fine as it originally was.
"Thanks," I said, looking up at Aristo.
He looked down at me with his sky blue orbs and smiled. "Any time."
"Penny!" I heard in the distance.
Rhea looked at Aristo before turning back to me. "That's our cue to leave. We'll see you tomorrow, Penny. Don't get into any more trouble tonight, yeah?" She gave me a small wink before she and her twin disappeared into the darkness of the forest.
A few moments later, Hagrid, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Malfoy, and Fang burst through the bushes.
"Penny!" Hermione cried, throwing her arms around me. "Oh, thank Heavens you're all right! Harry said you were blown all the way over here!"
"Yeah," I nodded grimly, hoping my acting was decent. "Some force shoved me all the way over here."
"Are yeh hurt anywhere?" Hagrid asked, looking at me while shining his lamp.
I looked at him before shaking my head. "No. I'm fine." I gave a smile to show I was perfectly okay.
Hermione looked at me with narrowed eyes as she stepped back, observing me. "There isn't a scratch on you… or dirt, for that matter." She looked down at the dirty ground, which I had cleaned away of its muddy existence. It was just plain old dirt, now.
I sighed heavily, looking at the bushy-haired girl. "Hermione, there's this thing called magic. It kinda can help you clean yourself up." I held up my wand to show her.
"Oh," she realized. "Right. Of course."
"We shou' head back," Hagrid said, looking around. "It's gettin' late."
All of us walked back to the castle, and every few seconds, my eyes couldn't help but dart towards Harry, who was jittery, just like the way Percy, the twins, or I were when we didn't do anything for a long time. He gave me a small look around the fiftieth timed I looked at him and he gave me a grim nod.
I recognized the look and nodded curtly, understanding he'll tell me what had happened to him while I was away.
When Hermione, Neville, Harry, and I got back to the common rooms, Neville scurried upstairs while we walked to the couches, where Ron was slumped over on one of them. He had fallen asleep waiting for us.
"FOUL!" he roared when Harry shook him roughly.
"Shhh!" the three of us hissed at the redhead.
Harry sat down, and with the fire crackling ominously, he began to tell us of his encounter with a black, cloaked figure… Voldemort.
He shook heavily before he jumped to his feet, pacing. "Snape wants the stone for Voldemort, and Voldemort's waiting in the forest, and all this time, we thought Snape just wanted to get rich…"
"Stop saying the name!" Ron's voice quaked as he hissed at his best friend.
From what I had been informed, Voldemort was a dark wizard who had done unspeakable and unmentionable things a decade ago – he had formed a reign of terror in the Wizarding World and had killed many – including Harry's parents. And Harry was known as the Boy Who Lived, because he was the only one that was able to survive against Voldemort – and defeat him – as an infant.
Harry ignored him and continued, "Firenze saved me, but he shouldn't have done so. Bane was furious. He was talking about interfering with what the planets say is going to happen. They must show that Voldemort's coming back. Bane things Firenze should have let Voldemort kill me. I suppose that's written in the stars, as well."
Harry ignored Ron's sharp whimper.
"So all I've got to wait for now is Snape to steal the Stone. Then Voldemort will be able to come and finish me off. Well, I suppose Bane will be happy."
"Will you please stop saying the name?!" Ron whimpered out.
"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself," I echoed, as a voice rang inside my head. I agreed with the voice, though. What you were supposed to do when you faced an enemy was face it confidently – no matter how scared you were, just think of what you wanted to protect, and you'll find bravery. Maybe it was stupid to think like that, but I felt it was the right thing to do. You'll never find me running away when my friends and family are in danger.
Hermione's words snapped me out of my own thoughts, as she said, "Harry, everyone says Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was ever afraid of. With Dumbledore around, You-Know-Who won't touch you. Anyway, who says the centaurs are right? It sounds like fortune-telling to me, and Professor McGonagall says that's a very imprecise branch of magic."
"While I don't know much about Centaurs, Hermione, if the Fates are involved, you should proceed with caution," I said, turning my face to look at the fire. "Prophecies, especially."
"First off, that's rubbish," Hermione scolded, looking at me. "There's no evidence that any Fate or Prophecy can come true. And second, it was a Centaur, not the Fates."
I turned to Hermione and narrowed my eyes, defensive of how she frowned upon what the Gods believed in. Since knowing what I was, I knew very well prophecies and the Fates themselves were real. "The true Prophecies given by Oracles are true, Hermione, make no mistake. Don't look down on the Gods, I'm warning you."
"They're myths, Penny. Perhaps you're a bit too eager to take Mythology in third year."
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and I knew They had heard. "I'd be careful what you'd call myths, Hermione, because after all, wasn't magic just a myth?"
Without waiting for a reply, I stood up, walking up the stairs and heading for my dormitory, leaving the three behind me.
As much as I wanted to share to them who and what I was, I knew I shouldn't. There was no law against it, but it was frowned upon for Demigods to go about, bragging about their Godly – literally – powers.
As I closed the door behind me, Katharos flew over, greeting me with a peck. "Lord Apollo wishes you well," she said softly, nipping at my finger that I held in front of her beak. "As does Lord Poseidon."
I smiled softly, before stroking the raven's head. "Thank you, Katharos. Wish them well for me the next time you see them. And tell Apollo to stop fretting, did he see how I took down that Orthros?" I had finally remembered what the monster was called.
"Yes, but not without a great risk," Katharos looked at me with a scolding look in her eyes. "You should've been faster and moved out of the way."
"I know," I sighed softly. "But I'm still getting used to it. Next time, I'll be fine."
"Let's hope there isn't a next time."
So it was said the children of Apollo can heal wounds by singing hymns, and I just made up some lyrics. Mind you, I don't write lyrics songs, so... yeah. I apologize if it was bad, but it might show up again in future chapters just 'cause I don't like writing songs. UGH.
Q&A
Jonita asks: In the summer when they go camp is Percy gonna be the leader and main hero or is penny still gonna be the main hero?
I haven't decided yet. The events of The Lightning Thief will actually take place in Season 3 - when they're twelve going on thirteen in the summer, according to my research-timeline. Percy is definitely going to be the main hero - I don't want his thunder stolen, because my goal is to have him recover the lightning bolt, but I want Penny to play her own role in the recovery of it as well. We'll see when the time comes.
Tori Tris Harper Harkness asks: I'd love to see Penny and Apollo interact a little more (I know it's tough to add him in) but maybe longer scenes?
I would, but it's just so hard to fit him in. :/ Gods don't normally interact with demigods or humans all that often - I mean, ever notice that I never mention Apollo visiting Aristo and/or Rhea? I feel like Apollo's already bending rules to warn Penny and care for her and visit her already. I'll try to have him in the Season 1 finale, but no guarantees. :3
Pel asks: Could you make Percy write a letter or even
sdevil: Thank you! And there are no plans for the trio to discover Penny's status as a demigod, actually, so no worries! ^^ Cedric has known the Solander twins for three years and they haven't said anything, so they discourage Penny from sharing that bit of information with anyone, anyway.
Yoko Nee-San: Yes. Apollo/Penny is endgame. :)
ehcorns: If you think about it, Apollo is centuries older than Penny. xD I also don't like creating many OCs, because I generally get pretty attached to them. I also feel like Aristo/Penny can interact with each other a lot better, because Aristo would essentially be the only guy at Hogwarts that understands her dual life as a demigod and as a witch. This won't be happening for a few seasons, though - Penny still thinks guys are blegh. xD
StephanieSmith: Apollo knew Penny was going to be attacked during her detention, so he inadvertently tried to prevent it. :) He essentially bent a rule about going against Fate for her. ;) And dude, the Gods' interactions are weird - I mean, they hooked up with siblings and if you think about it, Apollo and Penny are cousins while Aristo and Penny are first cousins once removed. But... yeah. Either way, it's technically incest. But... yeah. *sighs* Gods.
Littleheartache: Thank you! I genuinely enjoy reviews! And yes! I updated Christmas in hopes reviews would cheer me up, and they did! ^^
Jonita: Thank you! :)
Iveya Jade's psycho mind 08: NONONONONO. Aristo and Penny will probably date when she's like 13-14 and he's like 15-16. They're much too young for that! At most, Aristo will probably just kiss her and cuddle with her and whatnot.
CharitinaX: They'll part on good terms. ^^ I plan on having Aristo around in the long run. I love him so much.
Tori Tris Harper Harkness: Thank you! Don't you also read my Teen Wolf fanfic? XD I recognize your name. :)
Guest: Apollo/Penny will be endgame. :) Aristo/Penny would just be a side-pairing.
Pel: Well, they're still young. ^^ Yeah, I'm thinking since the magic number for Quests are 3, I'm thinking of having it as 2 groups of 3 with Percy/Annabeth/Grover and Penny/Aristo/Rhea. :) Aristo and Rhea will also have a hand in helping Percy out as well, hopefully - I haven't gotten that far into it yet.
A/N: Drop a review, guys! The finale to Season 1 is almost here! ^^
