A/N hallo there ya fellow ppl, readers and fan-people.

How's life?

Good, bad?

Good news, school is almost over which might as it might not, mean that I'll update more quickly. Bad news, I've got a science exam tomorrow and fuuuuu*** I'm gonna die. But hey, I studied, and I know it, but yet, I can't help but be stressed out. :P

So here goes nothing,

Enjoy...

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Previously on Demigods at Hogwarts:

"It's...locked..." Harry said, throwing his weight at the door, but it didn't move.

"This is it, then, isn't it?" Ron asked excitedly, joining Harry in the attempt to force the door open. "Bound to be!

"Get out of the way!" Hermione said sharply. She pointed her wand at the place where a lock would have been on an ordinary door and said, "Alohamora!"

Nothing happened.

"Sirius' knife!" Harry said. He pulled it out from inside his robes and slid it into the crack between the door and the wall. Everyone watched eagerly –except Leo– as he ran it from top to bottom, withdrew it and then flung his shoulder again at the door.

It remained as firmly shut as ever. What was more, when Harry looked down at the knife, he saw the blade at melted.

"Right, we're leaving that room," Hermione said decisively.

"But what if it's the one?" Ron said, staring at it with a mixture with apprehension and longing.

"It can't be," harry could get through all the doors in his dreams," Hermione said, marking the door won't another fiery cross as harry replaced the now-useless handle of Sirius's knife in his pocket.

"Hey, maybe I can try to–" Leo put his hands on the door and just as he did so the room started to spin again. "Open it..." he said disappointed, he had maybe wanted to show off, just maybe.

The wall slid to a halt and Harry, with a feeling of increasing desperation, pushed the next door open.

"This is it!"

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They were there, they had found the place: high as a church and full of nothing but towering shelves covered with small, dusty, glass orbs. They glimmered dully in the light issuing form more candle-brackets set as intervals along the shelves.

Like those in the circular room behind them, their flames were burning blue. The room was very cold.

"You said it was row ninety-seven," Hermione whispered.

Leo and Jason exchanged a look. "What?" asked the latter.

"Yeah," breathed harry, looking up at the end of the closest row. Beneath the branch blue glowing candles protruding from it glimmered the silver figure fifty-three.

"We need to go right, I think," Hermione whispered, squinting to the next row.

"Yes... that's fifty-four..."

"Keep your wands and er...swords ready," Harry said softly.

Leo chuckled. "Um, no thank you," he said and then with one quick though, his fingertips were ablaze.

They crept forward, glancing behind the, as they went on down the long alleys of shelves, the further ends of which were in near total-darkness. Tiny, yellow labels had been stuck beneath each glass orb on the shelves. Some of them had a weird, liquid glow; others were as dull and dark within as blown light bulbs.

They passed row eighty-four... eighty-five...

"What exactly are we looking for?" Leo asked, giving in to his ADHD, the silence was deafening.

"Row, ninety-seven," Hermione whispered, and then just like that, they were all quiet again.

Harry was listening hard for the slightest sound of movement, but Sirius moving be gagged now, or else unconscious...or, said an unbidden voice inside his head, he might already be dead.

"Ninety-seven!" whispered Hermione.

They stood grouped around the end of the row, gazing down the alley beside it.

There was nobody there.

"Is there supposed to be anything here?" Leo asked, having no clue why they were searching for this row, it's not like Harry's godfather was going to be on a shelf, right?

"He's right at the end," Harry said, his mouth having become slightly dry. "You can't see properly form here."

And he led them between the towering rows of glass balls, some of which flowed softly as they passed...

"He should be near here," Harry whispered, convinced that every step was going to bring the ragged form of Sirius into view on the darkened floor. "Anywhere here...really close..."

"Harry?" Jason said tentatively, but Harry did not want to respond. His mouth was very dry.

"Somewhere about...here..." he said.

They had reached the end of the row and emerged into more candlelight.

There was nobody there. All was echoing, dusty silence.

"He might be..." Harry whispered hoarsely, peering down the next alley. "Or maybe..." He hurried to look down the one behind that.

"Harry?" Jason said again.

"What?" he snarled. Immediately he knew he shouldn't have done that, the guy in front of him was literally the son of the king of the gods, in his mind he was sure that Jason would be able to kill him with a quick flick of his wrist.

"You have to understand that Sirius might not be here."

Harry had known he was going to say that, and in fact he was surprised in the clam and not at all angry voice he said it with, after having snapped at him, Harry had though that maybe he would have sounded annoyed for the least, but no, none of that. The son of Jupiter seemed understanding and unnervingly calm.

Nobody spoke. Harry didn't want to look at any of them. He felt sick. He didn't understand why Sirius wasn't there, he had to be there. This was where he, Harry, had seen him...

He ran up the space at the end of the rows, staring down them. Empty aisle after empty aisle flickered past. He ran the other way, back last his staring companions. There was no sign of Sirius anywhere, nor a hint of a struggle.

"Harry?" Ron called.

"What?"

He did not want to hear what Ron had to say; he did not want to hear Ron telling him he had been stupid or suggest they go back to Hogwarts, but the heat was rising in his face and he felt as though he would like to sulk down here in the darkness for a long while before facing the brightness of the Atrium above and the others' accusing stares.

"Have you seen this?" Ron said.

"What?" Harry said, but eagerly this time–it had to be a sing that Sirius had been there, a clue. He strode back to where they were all standing, a little way down row ninety-seven, but found nothing except Ron staring at one of the dusty glass spheres on the shelf.

"What?" Harry repeated.

"Care to tell why it's got your name on it?" Leo asked as Ron nodded along.

Harry moved a little closer. Ron was pointing at one of the small spheres that glowed with a dull inner light, though it was very dusty and appeared not to have been touched for many years.

"My name?" Harry said blankly.

Harry cranes his neck to read it and look at the sphere.

"What is it?" Ron asked sounding unnerved. "What's your name doing here?"

"Harry, I don't think you should touch it," Hermione said as he stretched out his hand.

"Why not?" he asked. "It's something to do with me, isn't it?"

"Don't, Harry," Frank said.

"It's got my name on," Harry said.

And feeling slightly reckless, he closed his fingers around the dusty ball's surface. He had expected it to feel cold, but it did not. On the contrary, it felt as though it had been laying in the sun for hours, as though the glow of light within was warming it. Excepting, even hoping, that something dramatic was going to happen, something to make their long and dangerous journey worthwhile after all, Harry lifted the glass down from its shelf and stared it.

Nothing whatsoever ever happened. The other moved in closer around Harry, gazing at the orb as he brushed it free of the clogging dust.

And then, from right behind them, a drawling voice spoke.

"Very good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me."

Before any of them could even turn, clack shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them. Jason was twisting his body from right to left to keep count of the figures, his sword slashing the air as he did so in front of him. Frank swung his bow from his shoulder and quickly notched an arrow, letting it fly in the general direction and hearing a gaps before one of the figures dropped down to the floor. Leo grabbed his hammer and in no time it was ablaze, as was the rest of his arm. By the end of it, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts.

"To me, Potter," repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.

Harry's inside plummeted sickeningly. They were trapped, and outnumbered two to one. That was before he remembered they had three demigods with extraordinary powers with them. But what could Frank turn into that would have effect and wouldn't kill them in the process, how could Leo use his fire powers without risking to put everything aflame, and how could Jason summon lightning when they were so deep under ground?

"To me," Malfoy said yet again.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.

Several of the death eaters laughed, a harsh female voice said triumphantly, "The dark lord always knows!"

"Always," echoed Malfoy softly. "Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."

There was a heartbeat before someone started laughing, Harry turned to see Leo holding his side, his flames extinguished. "Prophecy? This is about prophecies? Holy Hephaestus!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" Harry said, reminding Leo that this was serious.

"I want to know where Sirius is!" mimicked the woman to the left.

She and her fellow death eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the lights from the wands dazzling Harry's eyes.

"You've got him," Harry said, ignoring the rising panic in his chest, the dread he had been fighting since they had first entered the ninety-seventh row. "He's here. I know he is."

"The little baby woke up twightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo," said the woman in a horrible, mock baby voice. Harry felt Ron stir beside him.

"Don't do anything," Harry muttered. "Not yet."

The woman let out a raucous scream of laughter. You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he think of fighting us!"

"Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix," Malfoy said softly. "He had a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understand this about him. Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I know Sirius is here," Harry said. "I know you've got him!"

More of the death eaters laughed, although the woman laughed loudest of them all.

"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter," Malfoy said. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands."

"Go on, then," Harry said, raising his own wand to chest height.

But the Death eaters did not strike.

"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," Malfoy said coolly.

"Yeah right," Leo said, cutting Harry off. "Look, mask-face, I've encountered enough baddies in my life to know that there is no such thing as, 'gimme dis and I let you go'."

The words were hardly out if his mouth when the female death eater shrieked: "Accio Proph–"

But Harry hadn't been distracted by Leo and he was ready fro her. In return he shouted, "Protego!" before she had finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slipped to the tips of his fingers he managed to cling on to it.

Jason had to give it to Harry, his reflexes had been badass. He himself had been so distracted because of Leo's sarcastic comment that he would have probably missed the spell, or dropped the sphere as he protected himself.

"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter," she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. "Very well, then–"

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A/N boo!

That was smth, hey don't be mad, this seems like a cliffhanger, which it is, if it doesn't seem like it, hey I did what I could.

Can I just mention how in just about two months time, or smth like that, this story will be a year old, and we can all appreciate how my writing has changed, by reading the first chapter and dun dun dun, the one I'll post on the one year anniversary, which I will post.

Ye know what'd be funny?

If I finished this story, and updated it, on exactly the day I first posted it, which would mean me working on it way more than I'm doing now, but I'll be in holiday then, so maybe I can actually make it.

I'm actually going to try to do that...

REVIEW! And follow this story pls, I'm 11 ppl away from the 400 mark, so don't hesitate.

Hope he enjoyed, if ye didn't then I apologise... not.

Bye

Hunter