20th chappie! I'm not very certain if I should post it... eh. It has a lot of POV changes in time order. I hope it's not too confusing... Tee hee.

RRE!

"Land ho!" Leo shouted, grinning maniacally while standing on Festus's head. The others rolled their eyes at his antics, but joined in the elated spirit.

"We're home." Neville whispered.

Home. Harry pondered, Home. He didn't know how it was like to have someone carry you on their shoulders or someone to lean on, not including Ron and Hermione. He didn't have a haven, unless if he counted Hogwarts and her shadows. He simply didn't know, and was curious to find out.

Harry watched the others catch Leo's infectious grin and smiled. Camp changes you, Draco said in their early conversation.

He leaned on the side of the boat, watching the camp grow closer. Then, he smiled.

"Hey! Rachel spoke, clapping a hand on Percy's back. She grinned at him, and Percy plastered a grin on his face, hoping that it would be convincing. Her happy expression flickered in concern.

"Percy?" She asked uncertainly. "Perce? What's wrong?" Then, she noticed that a certain blonde was missing. "Where's Annabeth?"

Percy shifted uncomfortably, his mask now gone and his eyes searching for answers. Rachel stepped back, eyes wide in realization. Yes, I'm the monster that killed Annabeth.

Monster, monster, monster...

His gaze landed on Rachel, whose eyes filled with tears.

Seconds later, he was swept in a furry of red hair. He felt soft tears landed on his shoulder.

They clung to each other like a lifeline.

Nico studied Rachel, standing on the amphitheater stage. "Today," she croaked, then cleared her throat, "Today we acknowledge that a great hero is dead." She gazed at the torch in Percy's hand. "Annabeth is -was- my best friend. Yeah, we argued. Over boys, over stances, over petty little things." Her eyes moved to the shroud. "And even- even if we didn't bring her body back-" Nico felt a sinking stone of guilt. "We will still honor her. She still alive- she lives in out hearts.

"Long live her legacy."

Nico watched Percy, void and daunt features reflecting in his eyes. He lit the shroud..

The sight of the smoke made Nico's stomach churned.

The fire sickened him.

"Rach?" Ginny asked softly, words echoing throughout the cave. "I didn't know that you were going to be here."

Rachel wipe her eyes with her spattered pajamas and glanced away from the painting. "It was going to be a surprise. That I came."

Ginny rocked on her heels, uncertain. "Annabeth told me to bring out the IT.*"

Rachel laughed, bittersweet memories reflecting in her mind. "The IT?"

Ginny blinked and nodded.

Rachel looked at her chest. "All- All right." The words felt wrong on her tongue- Annabeth was supposed to be their when they presented the IT. She felt disgusted that her friend wasn't.

The Oracle looked back at her painting. Percy was holding Annabeth in his arms, eyes shut and kneeling. Annabeth was limp in his grip, right arm dangling. Her eyes were glazed and stared blankly at the sky.

Rachel stared at the painting, leaning on her trunk -with the IT- for support.

A sharp pain encased her mind, and she staggered, landing on the trunk. Her eyes glowed green for a mere moment, and she watched the spirit exit though her mouth and sit by a nearby stool. Her sadness dismissed her awe.

"I am the Spirit of Delphi," she hissed, "Ask what you seek."

Rachel drew in a sharp breath. "How did Annabeth die?"

Two pairs of grey eyes fluttered in the dark infirmary of the Argo II.

Draco leaned his head against the cold chamber wall and sighed watched Neville rush out to the deck, childlike delight bright on his face. Neville was free to go home. He was free to comfort, he was free to run out to the deck and watch home grow closer.

Draco envied him.

Sure, his friend's expectations weren't as high. But Draco always lived in the shadow of his father, a suppose-to-be ally of the Dark Lord. He wasn't sure why Athena picked his father- unless if he counted the fact that Lucius was one of the Dark Lord's strategist.

Draco felt the familiar weight reappear in his pocket and his shoulders relaxed, knowing that there was a weapon on him. Then a thought sprouted in his mind. Isn't everyone out? He felt his hands bound with rope behind his back. I can go. I can escape.

His gaze landed on the cell door. I would come back. It would just be a walk. Yeah, a simple walk.

He took out the pen and uncapped it.

Stormy grey eyes snapped open, and Luna bolted up, suddenly awake. She watched Cho jump up, eyes wild just as her own were. The two girls made eye contact.

"He's innocent."

So... if no one got the last part, long story short- Cho uncovered Luna's lost memory.

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*Chapter 11, guys.

Revisiting old, 'painful' feelings of Annabeth dying, eh?

Hope you enjoyed it!