Ivy thought herself to be a happy girl. She was six years old (almost seven, thank you very much). She knew that most people had pity for her, for living at an orphanage, she was smart like that. She hated the way they were looking at her though, like one would look at an injured bird or a sick puppy. She was satisfied with her life – she had a lot of friends, both at school and at the orphanage, she had people who loved her, like Rose and Maeve, and of course Draco, her friend, who stopped by every Tuesday and Thursday. He always told her the most amazing stories, about witches and wizards, dragons, unicorns and mermaids, but the greatest part was when he showed her magic. He made her hairbrush dance and her room cleaned itself, he even repaired her favourite doll, which Ricky Thompson had ripped apart.

She was magical too, but Draco had told her, that she couldn't use a wand until she went to Hogwarts. He still encouraged her to try to work on controlling her magic without a wand, and she had succeeded somewhat, either that, or Ricky Thompson had tripped all by himself, the next time she had seen him. She could also move smaller objects with her mind, and was working on making her room clean itself, just as Draco had done. He was proud of her, and told her so frequently

She knew, that Draco wanted to ask about her parents, but she was grateful he hadn't. She would rather not think about it, let alone talk about it. She only remembered bits and pieces, but none of the things she remembered were good. Instead she preferred to think about the stories Draco told her. She knew there was something important he wasn't telling her, but figured that it would come out eventually. She could be patient, sometimes. At the moment, her patience was running thin. It was Tuesday and it was getting late, but Draco hadn't showed up. She was sulking in her room, refusing to come down to dinner, unless Draco showed up. She was running scenarios in her head, thinking about what might have happened to him, when a beautiful shiny creature jumped through the wall. She looked at it in wonder as it jumped and leaped around the room, lighting it up and filling her with joy. She noticed it had the shape of an animal, but she couldn't tell which animal it was. It was furry and elongated, with an adorable triangular face and cute little ears. It opened its mouth to show small pointed teeth, and then it spoke.

"Hey little bug. I'm very sorry, but I'm not able to make it today. I hope you know, that I really wish I could be there, but something very important has come up, and I have to take care of it. You're probably wondering about this little guy – he is my Patronus, and he is made from pure happiness. One day, you might be able to make one too. I promise on my own grave, that I will come on Thursday, and I will bring you something magical. See you around."

The Patronus leapt another round around her room, before disappearing, leaving her with a cold and empty feeling. She knew it was true, when he said it was important though. She knew he was working on saving someone's life, and nothing could be more important than that. She just wished she could be there with him. She loved Rose and Maeve and the other kids, but she felt more and more at home around magic. It was only a question of time until Draco's displays weren't enough. She wanted to see the magical world, to visit Diagon Alley. In five short years, she would go to Hogwarts, but she wanted to learn as much as she could before. She would ask Draco for books next time he came. Fairy tales were great, but she wanted to learn more.

Her musings were interrupted by Rose

"Hello, Love. I'm sorry, but I don't think he's coming today." She said sympathetically as she sat down on the bed next to Ivy, not needing to ask, why the little girl wasn't down for dinner.

Ivy looked down to hide a secret smile. "It's okay. He'll come on Thursday, I'm sure of it."

"Sure, just don't get your hopes up, okay?"

Ivy knew, what she meant. Sometimes, people would come and take an interest in the kids. Mostly the people donating to the orphanage. They became the cause of the month, but little by little, the visits got less and less frequent, breaking the heart of any kid, who had become attached. Draco wasn't like that though, he wasn't fickle, she could tell.

…

"So, what do you need from me?" Apollo asked, when they sat down at the dining table. Almost everyone was present – Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Piper, Reyna, Hazel, Calypso, Hunk Muffin, Jason, Draco, Hermione, Nico, and the lovely Rachel Dare. Only ones missing were his own son, Will and that Harry-guy.

"Well, uh – Zeus still hasn't woken up." Percy started awkwardly. "And we have no idea, what to do with him once he does. He probably isn't going to be too happy about –"

"I have an idea." Jason interrupted, making the others raise their eyebrows. "I was thinking, about that memory-thing, Juno did to Percy and I. Maybe it would be an idea, to wipe his memory, so that he starts with an open mind. Then, when he reaches some kind of understanding of humanity, we could give him back his memory, little by little."

Apollo sat, thinking it over. "Actually, that's an awesome idea, little bro!"

Hermione sat, biting her lip. She opened her mouth to speak, but Apollo interrupted her before she could.

"I can't let you do it, Hermione. For one, you're still not up to your full strength, I can tell, secondly, wiping a human mind is easy-peasy. Even if he's mortal now, his brain is storing millennia worth of memories, and even at full strength, you haven't got the juice. Neither have I, honestly." He sighed, slumping in his seat.

"We need water from the river Lethe." Nico butted in. "If it could turn Iapetus into Bob, it can turn Zeus into – whatever name we find for him." He said, making Percy squirm in his seat.

Apollo nodded thoughtfully. "We need to call him something better, than Lester."

"Another thing we need, is for Will" Draco said, carefully. "I'm so close to a cure, maybe you could come with me to the lab after the meeting? I feel like I could really use some assistance from the god of medicine." He admitted.

Apollo's eyes shone with hope. "That sounds great. I would like that, very much."

"Then that's decided" Reyna declared. "Nico will go to the Underworld for water from the Lethe, and Draco and Apollo will go to the lab to look at the cure. The rest of us will brainstorm for an identity and a backstory for Zeus."

"Actually, I would like to go with Nico to the Underworld" Hermione pointed out.

Reyna made a face, but nodded anyways "Fine. Just try, not to kill the dead with your lovey-dovey fluff."