Celebwen Telcontar: Okay. The last chapter was ended with a Cliffy. Now, I will get back to Greece from... wherever I was.

Balrog: Eregion?

Celebwen Telcontar: Uhmmm... Maybe. Perhaps I was in Rivendell.

Balrog: The Council of Elrond?

Celebwen Telcontar: Perhaps. I feel like being elusive.

Balrog: Whatever. Just don't go and shove my father's younger brother's best friend's second cousin off of a bridge. That's Gandalf's job.

Celebwen Telcontar: Wouldn't even think of it. Well, since Balrog here ate the Disclaimer—

Balrog: I did not! But neither Harry Potter or the Iliad or the Odyssey belong to Celebwen, or me for that matter.

Celebwen Telcontar: See, I told them you ate it, and now you're regurgitating it!

Balrog: Yuck. I think I'll get some lava sauce for my limestone and marble sundae.

Celebwen Telcontar: Don't come crying to me when you get indigestion. You know how limestone and marble gives you heartburn. Anyways fair people... er... person... please review. Thank you for your review, Shagrat, as always.


Severus held Kilissa close, and held his breath. Kilissa clung to her lover, holding her breath against the impending eruption. Tithonus was starting to go as red as his hair, and Actaeon's eyebrow was raised.

"You want to what?" Actaeon asked. Tithonus was beyond the point of speaking. He seized a nearby spear and flung it at Severus. The Potions Master had expected something like this, and curled himself about Kilissa, fell to the ground, rolling out of the spear's path. Actaeon gripped Tithonus' shoulders, and kept him from finding another weapon.

"Let go of me! You—Leave—Now!" Tithonus sputtered at Severus. He lunged at the Potion's Master, but was held back by Actaeon, who swept his feet out from under him, rolled him over, and pinned him down by wrapping Tithonus' arm around to his back and kneeling on his friend's shoulder blades.

"Tithonus! Get a hold of yourself! Look at them! LOOK AT THEM! What do you see? Kilissa under the Imperious curse? No, I see her fully in love with a man from our own time. I see her clinging to the man of her dreams. He has been very civil to us, not making a single crack about my father or Sirius, and, after an incident in Fifth year, I can hardly blame him for hating me, knowing just how much my father picked on him and wounded him. I agree with what Kilissa said once in our Sixth year: that he is her favorite teacher because of how he always seems to know exactly what he was talking about, and how he has a great respect for his subject. I respect him for his ability to turn to the light side, and to be a spy for our side in the war. I respect his decision to ask for Kilissa's hand in marriage, instead of simply running off and getting married without our blessings." Cautiously, Actaeon removed his hand from Tithonus', letting him get to his feet and rub his aching bicep muscle, before the red-haired man glared at the two lovers standing a goodly distance away. Tithonus scowled at them and glared at Severus, before nodding ever so slightly. Severus caught the action though, and he reached around to kiss his lover. Tithonus groaned and stormed away, going over to his horses . Actaeon followed, and Kilissa transfigured a team of horses and a chariot from rocks before she and Severus followed the two veterans.


Kilissa moaned as she lay on the birthing couch, panting for air. Severus was beside her, holding her hand, and the midwife was before her. "Come on, Kilissa, push! You can do it!" Kilissa steeled herself, held her breath, and pushed as hard as she could. The pain was incredible, and she cried out.

"Severus! You got me into this position!" she roared, shoving again. She gave an incoherent scream of pain as the head breeched the opening.

"Once more, Kilissa, for the body," the midwife soothed. Kilissa gave another shove, and the body slid free. "You have a lovely daughter. Severus, can you please pass me those two strips of leather?" Severus did so with the hand that was free, and the midwife tied off the umbilical cord in two places, grabbed a bronze knife, and cut the cord. "One more time for the afterbirth, Kilissa. This one will seem the hardest. Push!" Kilissa did so, screaming, and soon was panting and holding her newborn daughter while the midwife wrapped the afterbirth with a useless piece of cloth to burry.

"Harmonia," the two loving parents murmured together. Antigone and her daughter came in, Atalanta making gurgling noises and clutching a rattle.

"Is it alright for Actaeon and Tithonus to see you now?" Antigone asked, hoisting the gurgling baby higher on her hip and tilting her head as Atalanta flung her rattle at the door, then began to cry as she didn't have it anymore. Harmonia was busy nursing, and looked up when Atalanta tossed the rattle. Antigone exited and the young men entered.

"Oh, how cute! Boy or girl?"

"She's a girl. Her name is Harmonia," Severus said, smoothing his wife's hair from her face. The tired mother leaned into the touch, smiling, and soon fell asleep. Severus ordered the others to exit the room, placed a gentle kiss on his wife's brow, and blew out the lamp.


Albus Dumbledore paced the office, Fawkes watching him closely. He had sent Severus to find Harry, Ron, and Hermione about a week ago, and had asked him to write every day. So far, no letters had reached the aged professor, and the owls sent to find the Potions Master returned, completely confused. Professor Dumbledore sealed a letter, and called Fawkes over.

"Please take this to Severus, and if you can find them, Harry, Ron, and Hermione." The bird nodded, took the letter in his talons, and flapped off.

Professor McGonnagal entered.

"Any news?" she asked.

"None, Minerva. Severus isn't receiving the letters either. I hope that Fawkes can find them, wherever they are."

"They probably went to Ancient Greece; from what Molly tells me, some brown dust fell on the sword they used as a Portkey."

"But how would Severus arrive in that time then?"

"You used the spell to send him directly to where Hermione was. He probably arrived there."

"Three weeks in Ancient Greece. I would have jumped at the chance to do that once upon a time."

"As would I." She reached out and took his hand in a comforting gesture, smiling gently at him. "We'll find them, Albus, eventually."

"I sure hope you're right, love, I sure hope you're right." She gently brushed his cheek, then went down to help in settling in the new DADA teacher.


Atalanta and Harmonia played with their toys as Kilissa scrubbed the wooden table as best as she could. There were costomers here, so she couldn't use magic. Harmonia's black eyes and prominent nose already classified her as a Snape, and her blonde hair was straight and long. The three year olds stood and tottered over to Deianira, who took them on her knees.

"They're so adorable, I wish I had one."

"We can always keep trying," Tithonus said, gently kissing his wife. Soon, Atalanta grew tired, and began to fuss then tug on Deianira's tunic.

"I don't have any for you."

"I'm hungwy," Harmonia declaired, squirming off of Deianira's lap and wandiering over to her mother.

"I don't have anything for you right now," Kilissa said, continuing to scrub the table.

Suddenly, she felt the world begin to swim and the colors began to blur. Harmonia cried, and Atalanta screamed. The costomers looked at them with strange eyes as Deianira reached out to steady herself. The horses neighed wildly, and kicked their stalls. She heard Severus' shout from upstairs, as well as Actaeon, Tithonus, and Antigone. Then, all went black.


Celebwen Telcontar: Well, that was that. Hey! (Dodges flying tomato and watches as it splatters on wall.) I didn't deserve that!

Balrog: You certainly did. It's a cliffhanger, which people don't like!

Celebwen Telcontar: Fine! But I'll keep writing them! Please review, people ... if anyone is alive. Thank you for your reviews, Shagrat.