A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who has clicked on this story! Yay! I like clicks! Most of this is written during my typing class, becuase my teacher is a moron. Oh well.I'm trying very, very hard to not make Calliope a Mary-Sue, so do warn me if she is getting close... and Review? Please? Everyone who reviews gets a birthday song in Russian and a cookie and mentioned in the A/Ns, and if you leave a believable name I may mention it in the story itself... So please clicky that button. I don't even care if you are doing it to just flame me.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything except Calliope, and she even insists that I don't own her either. The plot is a spin off of the many plots that I have seen (I think it started as a challenge). Anyway, I don't even claim that, I just always liked the idea of it.


"This is a club, Professor Snape!" A petulant Hermione yelled over the thumps of the base. This earned her the usual sneer from the greasy potions professor.

"I may be old; Ms. Weasley, but I have not completely lost my senses yet." He said with his eyes on the runway as the lights all flicked off. String music blared through the speakers as a tap dancer appeared on it, surrounded in flames.

She had brilliant black curls and a small, lithe body. The music blasted through the speakers as she walked down the runway, walls and columns of flames forming around her, seeming to be controlled merely by magic. The music was muggle, Madonna, from the sound of it. Hermione nodded. Yes, it was a Madonna song, one written for the new James Bond movie. "Die Another Day." How appropriate.

A magnified voice floated through the club as the entire stage burst into flames. Hermione felt the heat from them on her face, and she glanced at Snape, who watched the dancer dance in a way that would lead anyone to believe that the woman was a veela.

The music sped, and the dance morphed to a strange combination of gymnastics, ballet, and some type of martial arts. As the last bars of the song echoed through the club she walked to the edge of the stage, her mismatched eyes glaring slightly as Snape as she completely burst into flames, disappearing.

Hermione gasped as the club lights came on, but many people clapped and went back to gyrating against each other with reckless abandon, leaving her to think that perhaps her disappearance from the stage was a normal occurrence. Professor Snape gave a short snort, leading her to a table in the dark, sitting.

"Well, she knows we are here. I have no doubt that she will either disappear completely or come out and visit with us." He said confidently, nodding to a waitress that seemed to recognize him, and she bustled off to get him something.

"Disappear? But Dumbledore sent us to get her! She is to go into hiding, though I don't exactly realize why…any wizard could do what she did on stage…."

At this Snape gawked at her, before his looks faded into a simple sneer. "I had thought you would be more observant than your friend and husband, Ms. Weasley. What a pity that their lack of observational skills seems to be wearing off on you. Alright, if any wizard can do that, here is a candle. Make it form her shape." He said, pushing a candle to her. He watched as she puzzled over it, waving her wand over it for a few moments to no effect.

"I… I can't. Perhaps it is something special on the stage." She said, making an excuse. She knew it was pointless however. She had done her research on the club. Due to the muggle atmosphere, the owners had cast spells over the place so that no wizarding magic could be cast inside.

"Think, girl. She controlled fire with non-wizard magic. What could possibly do that?" He demanded.

Meanwhile a dark form had appeared next to him, listening to the entire conversation.

"I-I don't know, sir." She responded as the woman sat down next to her.

"Don't be so harsh, Severus. We both know that wizarding schooling has degenerated in the last few years. They are afraid if they teach the children anything, it will be used against them. The answer you are searching for, my dear girl, would be a fire sidhe."

Hermione gave a nod and made a knowing sound in her throat.

"Ahh… sidhe. But I thought that the kings called all of them back to their own dimension during the first war?" She asked.

The woman obviously took offense to this question. "I see even Dumbledore forgets the friends whose lives he has ruined." She said sharply, looking to Severus. "I gave up my home, my family, and my own kind to not even be remembered? To live in exile, all my friends forgetting I even existed? My sacrifice not even passed down to the children?" She asked, standing and tossing her chair away from the table.

Severus seemed to be taking the outburst rather calmly, sipping on a drink that the waitress had come back with.

"Oh calm down, you vain little thing. Obviously he didn't forget you or your service, or he would have let the Deatheaters kill you and not sent us to take you into hiding."

Hermione nodded. "Right… and since normal hiding spells don't work on fairies, he had to plan something that no one would even think twice about." She added, trying to buffer Dumbledore's good name.

The woman grabbed her fallen chair and sat in it again, obviously brooding. Hermione took another good look at her. On closer examination, it was a wonder that she hadn't recognized that the woman wasn't all human at least. Mismatched green and grey eyes glared at Severus, who matched her with a dark, obsidian stare. She was handsome, but not exactly pretty. She had proud features, each looking like it had been chiseled from white marble. The lines of her face were smooth and graceful. Her nose was straight and long, and her lips fairly wide, red with rouge. Her high cheekbones and set jaw lent to give her face a rectangular look…. But it wasn't ugly. Just handsome. Her frame was small, barely reaching five feet, and she was thin, with the lean build of a cat made for the hunt.

"Calliope, we should leave now." Severus said, his eyes looking to the doorway. The woman matched his gaze, nodding.

"Yes… Let's go." She stood, taking Severus' offered arm and giving Hermione a hand. "You need to be in contact with so that I can get us out of here." Hermione nodded and took Calliope's hand, closing her eyes as she felt like she was being pulled in every direction. She shivered as her form righted itself.

It had worked. They were at the Headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix.