(A/N) Well, here is another chapter for you all... if there is a you all. Chapter 3 will also be up soon, as it is already firmly planted in my head. Review and let me know someone is out there?


Calliope frowned at the direction of the building, shaking her head of the bad memories of the place. Severus seemed to remember that she could see through the Order's defenses, as he didn't move to tell her the 'secret' so that she could find the place. With a frown she looked at the girl Hermione. She was much too young to be married, in Calliope's opinion. With a shake of her curly head she took a step toward the building, eager to be inside and out of the thick air that smelled of rain.

Severus followed her, matching her long strides with his own short ones, and Hermione joined her at her other side, both flanking her as if she was going to take flight at any moment.

'Pfft,' she thought 'not likely.' Calliope was not a selfish woman, but she watched out for herself first most of the time, and she knew that if the Deatheaters wanted to use her, they would. She stopped at the door and took a deep breath before pushing it open, trying to suppress the wave of old memories of the place and nausea from the smell of mold.

She stepped in quickly, letting Hermione through as she rushed off to hug some redheaded boy who was a good foot and a half taller than Calliope. She raised an eyebrow as the boy dipped her, and they began to slobber over each other and eat each other's faces. Beside her, Severus let out a snort, obviously in disgust at the display before him as he took Calliope's hand and pulled her past them and into a dark study with a large table in the middle. At the head of the table stood Dumbledore, who paced slightly as he tapped his lip.

Calliope leaned against the doorway, glaring slight at the figure. Dumbledore, her old friend, had begged her to leave her home, to join their war effort. She had, of course, to help out her dear friend. And in the end she had lost her pride, self-respect, heart, and home.

"Well, if it isn't Merlin at the right hand of his young king." She said, looking to the dark haired boy at his side. "Or perhaps that isn't a king at all… merely a hobbit. And you would be Gandalf, getting ready to send us on a grand adventure where we all may not return." She sneered from her place at the door, mismatched eyes peering out at him. Dumbledore turned to him, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

"And who is it at the door? Tinkerbelle? The Tooth Fairy? Or the little Green Fairy?" Calliope ran at the table in a mad dash, attempting to strangle the old wizard that had just insulted her. Strong arms grabbed her around her waste, holding her close and pinning her arms at the side.

"Calm down Calliope." Severus whispered in her ear. Begrudgingly, she did, glaring at Dumbledore.

"You are lucky I don't catch your beard on fire. I'd bet it go up fairly well." Dumbledore merely smiled at her again.

"Well, I could use the hair cut."

"Or burn out your tongue so that you can't eat so many sweets."

"My mediwitch has been telling me I need to stop." He said with a chuckle, before growing serious.

"You know, if you hadn't gone into hiding we could have helped you." She snorted at that, breaking free from Severus's hold and sitting in a chair, her feet propped up on the table.

"Oh yes. Helped me. A girlfriend of the right hand of Voldemort. Deatheater whore. Not even human scum." She said, glaring at him. "Just because I was abroad doesn't mean I didn't get the papers."

"Where did you go?" He said, mildly interested.

"France, Russia, Spain, Germany, and Ukraine, before Sirius was declared innocent and I came back. I had hoped I wouldn't run into you." She said, not even attempting to hide the acid in her voice.

"Well, my darling little Calliope, you are here now, and in great danger. You would be a very powerful tool in the hands of the Deatheaters, and we both now your little secret, so you need to be protected."

She continued to glare at him, but did not respond with any sharp retort. The Headmaster took this as a sign he should continue.

"We can hide you so that no person in this world would possibly recognize you for who you are. You would be under constant protection, and best of all, it will feel like it has only been moments." Her mouth twitched at that, and she tilted her head to the side. She innately trusted Dumbledore, beyond her good judgment, and she shook her head with a frown. She didn't even want to ask how he planned on doing all this… that was his job.

"Fine. When can we do it?" She asked, which caused Dumbledore to give her a wide smile.

"Right now, my dear. Severus, if you wouldn't mind…" He asked, and Severus nodded, taking his leave. Dumbledore nodded to Harry, who also left, leaving just Dumbledore and Calliope.

"Well isn't this cozy." She drawled lazily, not moving from her seat. Dumbledore nodded at her, his blue eyes without their twinkle as he withdrew a lime green bottle from his pocket, stopped with a cork (she recognized with indifference) as one that came from a bottle of wine served at her naming. Dumbledore caught her glance, smiling softly.

"An excellent year, was it not?" He commented, pushing the bottle to her. She picked it up and popped the cork off, the concoction smelling like sour summer apples.

"I wouldn't know, I was only four. You said this will work on me?" She said, lifting the bottle in indication. He gave a nod.

"Of course. Severus brewed it himself, and once combined with the spell, it will all be done." He said lightly, and she gave him a cynical smile, raising the glass in a toast to his health, and throwing the bottle back, downing it in a gulp.

Dumbledore didn't waste a second, and pointed his wand at her, saying some spell that she didn't quite catch as her mind faded into darkness.