We checked out the place where the Dementor attack had happened and there honestly wasn't much to look at. Other than a few burn marks from the spell, the place looked completely ordinary. It had turned out that the whole trip was in vain.

It was already dark outside when we got back to Grinwald place, but the place was alive with noise.

"Come on Dumbledore! Do me this one favor! I can't let the boy face this alone!" The voice belonged to Sirius, the one who looked like a hobo.

"It's too dangerous for you to leave and you know that. Harry will get all the support he needs from Mr. Weasley who will accompany him to the court room. Sirius, Harry needs you alive more than he needs you at a basic hearing." Percy had yet to hear Dumbledore raise his voice. Even in tough times, he was the rock that held everyone together.

Everyone fell silent when they walked into the room.

"So, did you find what you were looking for?" Asked Mrs. Weasley from where she stood, chopping up some vegetables. Gods I can't stand celery. I'm fine with everything else but celery just isn't it.

Piper smiled sadly. "It was a dead end but I'm confident I can work some magic to make them see past everything. Now if you'll excuse me I think I'll lie down. My charmspeak works best when I'm well rested."

Harry looked at Sirius. "It's okay if you're not there. I understand. It's no your fault."

"Kid..."

"I think I'll clock out too. You coming Ron."

Ron kissed his mom goodnight on the cheek and followed Harry up the stairs to their shared room. Hermione followed not far behind.

I was the only one left in the room.

And boy was it awkward.

"It's okay Mr. Black, I'll look after him."

I was just trying to be nice. I felt bad for him, really. I couldn't imagine what it felt like to be locked away from the outside world. But apparently kindness is something Mr. Serious couldn't appreciate.

"You?" Sirius laughed. "I reckon that YOU'RE the one he needs protecting from!"

I don't know why, but this simple statement really seemed to annoy me. The faucet started to leak.

"I don't know what your problem is, but you need to get over it! I didn't even know I was a wizard until a few days ago! How could I be working with my evil grandfather if I didn't even know about him!"

"I doubt you've never realized you were different. Is blowing up toilets just a normal thing that happens in America? No. I reckon you've been working with the Dark Lord this whole time and hide behind your "I'm only 17" mask." The faucet was now flowing.

"Exactly! I'm only 17! Do you realize how wrong it is to accuse a teen of being evil and working with a genocidal maniac!"

"That genocidal maniac is your blood! The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

"That's funny coming from you! Wasn't your family working with Voldemort?" The sink exploded.

Mrs. Weasley ran over to me and took my hands in hers. "It's okay child, you can calm down. Let your guard down. No one else here blames you for being born into the wrong family." There was a kindness in her eyes and she reminded me so much of my mother. I took a deep breath and the rage dissappeared. The water pressure was back to normal. "You're just another victim of this war."

It was funny how still, no one knew I was a demigod. They had seen so much in a span of a few days and still didn't understand.

The werewolf guy ran over to Sirius. He whispered something to him but he was a lousy whisperer.

"He's just a boy Sirius. You can't project all your anger on him. It's not right."

"I don't care, if it's Harry's life at stake I don't mind being the villain of his story."

I couldn't stay mad at him long. After all he was doing it all to protect his godson. He was stressed and had no idea who to trust. War brings out the worst in all of us.

Nonetheless, I wasn't looking for a fight. I've had enough of those.

"It was wonderful but I think I'd rather go to sleep. There's a big day ahead isn't there."

Mrs. Weasley looked at him sadly. "Are you sure child? We'd love to have you here."

"No I'm sure. I have to call my girlfriend anyway before she gets mad." I smiled. I really couldn't wait to see Annabeth again. Even if it was just through a hologram, seeing her storm born eyes could turn any bad day around for the better. She truly was the best of me.

"Well, while you were gone me and the twins cleared out an extra room just for you. I had them bring your stuff too so just remember who to blame if anything mysteriously went missing."

I laughed. Fred and George would really like the twins. Maybe one day when all of this was over, they could meet.

I climbed up the stairs, looking for my new room. During the whole debate with Sirius, Dumbledore had stayed silent. Now he was looking at me with a curious intent. He knew about Chiron and Camp Half-Blood but, how much did he know exactly?

The room I had been moved to was exactly the same as Harry and Rons, except without the boys and various things strewn across the floor it seemed a lot more depressing. At least this one had a bathroom attached to it which would serve my purpose just fine.

I filled the sink with water, formed a little rainbow, tossed a coin in, and muttered an incantation. It didn't work. I tried again thinking I did something wrong. After the fifth attempt I gave up. I knew that Annabeth was probably busy running after her cousin in Boston but I really wanted to see her.

You know, I always wished us half-bloods could use phones. It would be so much easier to just call Annabeth and leave her a message instead of making a sacrifice to the goddess of rainbows everytime I wanted to talk to my girlfriend.

Phones were secure. Rainbows weren't. Who's to say that Iris hasn't been spying in on every one of our conversations. I'd much rather have the FBI hear me confess my love to my Wise Girl than a hippie goddess.

I was on my way, sulking to my bed when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in."

It was Sirius.

"If you want to yell at me some more, can it wait till morning? I'm really not feeling it right now."

Serious didn't laugh. His name really did fit him.

"I came here to apologize, for the way I acted. I don't know what came over me but I couldn't bear the guilt of not being there for Harry so I lashed out at you. He's the only family I have left and the thought of the Dark Lord getting him is too much. I wasn't there for him growing up so I want to be there now."

"I get it, my dad wasn't there for me growing up but, he had his reasons. It sucked, I won't lie, but his absence made me the person I am today. I can't image what I'd be like if he had been there. All that's important now is that you're there for Harry in the long run, even if it means sitting out sometimes."

"You know what kid, are you sure you're 17? You seem mighty wise sometimes."

"I wouldn't go as far as calling me wise, maybe experienced? Highschool is a real bitch to those it considers broken."

"Well I'm glad Harry now has someone experienced to look up to. His life has been shy of good role models."