I was floating above my unconscious body; Harry was unconscious next to a pile of dust in a robe, which must have been Quirrell. "What you see if really happening," a man's voice next to me said I jumped, and turned to face him. He was in his early twenties, and was very handsome, with a strong chin, and defined cheekbones, his skin was pale, as though he spent most of his time indoors, his brown eyes were bleary as though he had just woken up, he had messy brown hair that looked like he had just rolled out of bed, he was wearing an old fashioned sleeping cap and robe. "Just watch," he said, he then giggled hysterically and then vanished, leaving the smell of warm milk.

Dumbledore burst into the chamber, followed closely by Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick. "So that's what became of Quirrell," Snape said looking at the pile of robes and Voldemort dust.

"As I predicted, light has won out again, however I did not think it would happen like this," Dumbledore said walking over to Harry and checking for a pulse, "he is alive, Filius will you make a portkey please and take Mr Potter to the sickbay?"

"Yes headmaster," Flitwick said, as he waddled over to Harry.

"Albus, Miss Harker is over here as well," McGonagall gasped when she saw my body, Dumbledore strode over followed closely by Snape, he saw the manticore's spike next to me and picked it up, my blood was still on the tip.

"Manticore venom, nasty stuff, not lethal, but she will remain unconscious at least until it is purged from her system by an antidote. I don't remember putting a manticore in here, it must have been Quirrell's doing, Severus please can you brew an antidote please."

"Where's the manticore?" Snape asked.

"It looks like it died, monsters like that dissolve when they die."

"Of course Albus," he apparated away.

"We should get to the hospital wing," Dumbledore said, he created a portkey from a fallen brick and took the three of us out the room.

Suddenly the scene changed and I was in a corridor somewhere, Dumbledore was sitting on a bench, a tall hooded figure sat next to him.

"Harry survived the trials, and defeated Voldemort again," Dumbledore said as way of greeting. He knew? Then why didn't he act. "I know it's for the greater good, but I don't want to put Harry or my students in danger like this, not after failing Harry's parents especially if he is the chosen one," the hooded figure turned to him, "I know, I know, he has to have experience when he finally faces Voldemort at the final confrontation." The figure nodded, and waved Dumbledore on with a gesture encouraging him to speak, "Harry is doing well in his subjects, better than his father, who rarely took them seriously, he has made friends with people who I believe will not fail him on the whole. His closest friends appear to be muggleborn called Hermione Granger, a pure blood, Ronald Weasley, and a half blood, Janet Harker, he also appears to be close to Neville Longbottom, Alice Smith, the Weasley twins and John Hex, who I don't approve of, given his family history." The hooded figure encourages him on, "Miss Granger is a very intelligent young witch, she may even be the brightest witch of her age as a muggleborn, so she is not going to be swayed to the blood supremacy beliefs of death eaters. Ronald is not very bright, but he is courageous, and as a Weasley he is also as likely to be swayed as Miss Granger, especially as other families regard the Weasleys as little more than muggleborns. Miss Harker has the potential to be one of the most powerful witch who I've ever met, and may one day be more powerful than Grindelwald or Voldemort, without having to resort to dark magic to augment her magic, she is unlikely to betray him, given that she is a half-blood and has been raised in America by Thom, who I trust totally. Um," Dumbledore started counting on his fingers, "it is good he has befriended Mr Longbottom, considering the treatment of his parents by death eaters I doubt Neville holds any love for the dark wizards. However, he is unlikely to amount to much in a duel, he is very timid, I reckon this has to do with his Grandmother, she was always a domineering women. Alice Smith whilst is a bit more colourful than most wizards are used to, I think that as muggleborn she will be loyal. The only questionable friendship he has made is with John Hex, whose family, as I said has a history that makes me less inclined to trust him."

"Albus," the hooded figure spoke at last, he had a deep voice, which sounded like it was echoed, it gave off waves of power with each word. It was obvious he was a god. "I care little of who he befriends, as long as the escapee is found and returned, that is all the matters," he stood, "he must not control my three gift, if my cloak, my stone and my wand fall into his hands it would be catastrophic."

"I agree," Albus said nodding, the cloaked god walked off, the shadows bending to him, hiding him within three steps, Dumbledore.

I suddenly felt a searing pain in my gut and the scene changed again, I was hovering over my body in the sickbay, Harry, Ron and Alice were sleeping in beds as well, around my bed were Madame Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

"Why didn't it work?" McGonagall snapped at Snape.

"I am just as bemused as you Minerva," Snape said, rubbing his chin, I felt another stab of pain, my body below me writhed, "she appears to be reacting with it, I will have to take a blood sample." Snape picked up a scalpel and cut my finger, leaving a shallow cut, which in my strange dream state I did not feel, he collected the blood in vial he produced from inside his robe, when he was satisfied he had enough blood he nodded at Madame Pomfrey who closed the cut.

The scene changed again, this time it was Snape's office, the austere room currently only had a desk, a chair, a full length mirror, a cupboard of ingredients, a cauldron and a workbench, where Snape was currently seated, hunched over a microscope, it was an old fashioned sort, but was still surprising to see in the wizarding world.

"This can't be right, my lens must be dirty," he muttered, he reached into a drawer and drew out a cleaning cloth, which he used to clean the microscope lens. He might work it out, I started worrying, Snape was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid. "Hmm, I wonder," he opened a book that he picked out of the draw that had held the cleaning cloths, he flicked through several pages, before he stopped, on the page was a picture of a Neanderthalic looking brute with a broadsword. Is that really what they think we look like? I thought in amusement, Snape frowned at the book, looked down the microscope, then frowned again, "that has to be the only explanation, and explains why she reacted how she did, no one must know about this." He quickly started working on a potion.

The scene darkened, and I was suddenly blinking blearily at the light in the hospital wing, "you're awake, good," it was the least welcome voice I had ever woken up to (well, usually it was Alice, Cobblepot or Dad, so there was some stiff competition, except for the cyclops in Idaho, you remember how that went). Snape was sitting at my bedside, he drew out his wand and wordlessly cast a ward against eavesdropping, "that was..."

"A ward against eavesdropping, I know," I interrupted, Snape's eyebrows rose slightly before he regained control.

"I would recommend you are politer little demigod, that is not a secret you want spread around," he growled.

"But you won't spread it will you," I stated, "you're too scared of the consequences, we both know I would be the target of every wannabe dark lord in the country, and no matter what you don't want that."

Snape looked like he was sucking a lemon, "you are correct, which is why it is my intention to swear an unbreakable oath to you not to reveal this, I have just one question, who is your mother?"

"Hecate."

Snape nodded, "I thought so," he held out his wrist, I clasped it and started the spell.

"I, Severus Tobias Snape, being of sound mind, and under no duress

do solemnly swear

I will never reveal any secrets about gods and demigods revealed to me by Janet Harker,

unless allowed to by her expressed verbal permission

I swear this on my magic, and on my life."

There was a flash of light, and the oath was sealed, "do not expect special treatment because of this."

I smiled, "I wouldn't dream of it," still wandless I easily dissolved his ward by waving my hand, a move that irked Snape, who glared at me, before standing, smoothing his robes, and leaving.