A/N: Standard disclaimer: All characters and setting belong to J.K. Rowling, except for my original characters Clara Bradley and Renee Sanderson, and Nico di Angelo, who belongs to Rick Riordan. I am making no profit from this story.

Enjoy the chapter!

~Celia


Renee POV

Ron and Harry joined us in the girls' room a few minutes later. I introduced Harry and Nico, and the younger boy looked uncomfortable. He looked around the room, as if looking for an escape. I decided not to worry about him at the moment; he had been uncomfortable with Hermione at first, but had clearly warmed up to her in the last few hours. I figured it would just take time.

We heard Mrs. Weasley yelling from downstairs. "What did they do this time?" Ginny asked.

Ron explained about the Ton-Tongue Toffees, and everyone except for Hermione laughed.

"Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning their room," Ron continued. "Great, long lists for stuff they've invented. Price lists, that sort of thing."

"They call it Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," Ginny said. "We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things, you know? We thought they just liked the noise."

"Yes, but that stuff was dangerous," Hermione argued. "Imagine poor Dudley, with his tongue four feet long…"

Far from the effect Hermione wanted, this sent me, Harry, Clara, and Ron into a new round of laughter.

"I think they're lucky your mother confiscated it, really, before it got out of hand."

"She's just upset because they only got three O.W.L.s each," Ron protested.

"Yeah, in Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions, though," Ginny argued. "You'd think she would be prouder; those are three of the hardest subjects offered at Hogwarts."

"Then there was this big row," Ron said. "Because Mum wanted them to go into the Ministry like Dad, but they said all they want to do was open a joke shop."

"Yeah, but why shouldn't they?" Ginny said. "We don't want them ending up like Percy, now, do we? And they certainly don't want that."

From the little we'd seen of the third-oldest Weasley since we'd arrived, Nico, Clara, and I could see where she was coming from. Newly graduated from Hogwarts, he was already working in the Ministry, and he had apparently spent the whole summer holed up in his room, writing report after report for his boss, Mr. Crouch. The current topic was cauldron thickness.

After it sounded like Mrs. Weasley was done yelling, the others went downstairs to see what they could do to help with dinner, but I held Harry back in Ginny's room.

"Harry," I said, fingering the "S"-shaped birthmark on my neck. "Did you potentially have any disturbing dreams within the past few days?"

Harry looked at me quizzically for a moment. "Why do you think that?"

I explained about the dream that I had, and also about the shared dreams that Percy and Clara often experienced.

Harry frowned. "I was kind of hoping to keep it from the Weasleys until after the World Cup," he said. "I didn't want them all worrying. Have you told anyone?"

I shook my head. "For the same reasons as you, I expect. We can tell them after the World Cup."

"Just Hermione, Ron, and Clara, though," Harry said. "We don't need them all knowing."

"And maybe Ginny," I said.

"Ron won't like that."

"I hate leaving her out," I argued. "Ron wants to protect her, but I think she's a little jealous of Clara and me, because we're somehow included in all of your adventures, but she isn't. And she is in the same year as us. I just think it's a little unfair, is all."

"Oh, all right, then, we can include her," Harry said reluctantly.


Dinner was a very enjoyable affair. We ate out in the yard, sitting at two picnic tables placed end to end. Clara and I were very happy to just listen and take everything in. Nico, however, was asking Hermione all kinds of questions about the Wizard world. It was funny to watch.

After dinner, Mrs. Weasley reminded us to go to bed early. "You have an early morning tomorrow. Harry, Renee, Clara, and Nico, if you want to leave your supply list out on the table, I'll buy everything tomorrow.

"We stopped at Diagon Alley before arriving here," I said. "We've got everything we need. We had to get Nico's wand, after all, and that's not something someone else can do for a wizard."

"Oh, yes, of course," Mrs. Weasley said.


Nico POV

There was something weird about being here. For the first time in a while, I was actually happy. The Weasleys and Hermione were very nice people, and they seemed to want to spend time with me, for me. Draco Malfoy had been like that, too.

In many ways, Clara and Renee had been right when they said I could be accepted in this world. I had a feeling that some of their friends knew about the demigod stuff, and may have even known that I was a demigod, but it was like Renee had said. Aside from her, Clara, and the professor, nobody else had to know who my father was if I didn't want them to.

Yet there was something that was bothering me. When Harry had come into the room, I had sensed something. It was kind of a similar feeling that I had with that girl from Diagon Alley yesterday, Hazel. And, I realized, also a feeling I'd had around Renee, although with her the feeling was much more faint. And I trusted Renee, so maybe that was why I had never noticed it before. But around Harry and Hazel, and around Renee, I couldn't deny there was an air of something not quite alive. There was something about Harry Potter, apparently known as the Boy Who Lived, that was actually quite the opposite. There was something about him that was either dead, or that very much should have been.


Renee POV

"Throw a pillow at her, that usually works," Clara said.

I groaned. At least it wasn't Percy Jackson, who would probably wake me up with a blast of water to the face. I quickly pulled myself up and looked around. My hair was perfect, which didn't surprise me, but Clara's, Hermione's, and Ginny's also were. I didn't even have to ask to see that this was my mother's doing. Ginny was checking herself out in the mirror. She wore a cute purple sweater and jeans that really accentuated her shape.

To my left, Hermione wore a similar outfit, but her sweater was deep blue. Clara had a black one, and mine was, of course, emerald green.

I explained to Ginny and Hermione what my mom had done, and they laughed. "I'd love it if she could do that every day," Hermione said.

We realized we were a little bit later than we should have been, and we made our way down the stairs. We met Mrs. Weasley on our way down.

"Oh, there you are," she sighed. "Good, there's just enough time for a spot of breakfast before you go, you've got a bit of a walk."

"Not if I can help it," Clara muttered to me. I silenced her with a look.


Clara POV

As we entered the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley yelled, "George!"

Everyone jumped slightly. "What?" said George in an innocent-sounding tone that fooled no one.

Nico looked around the room. "Is Arthur their real dad?" he whispered to me. "Because I honestly think they might be sons of Hermes."

I laughed, thinking of the Stoll brothers.

"Accio!" Mrs. Weasley yelled. "We told you to destroy them!" she said furiously. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Go on, empty your pockets, both of you!"

"Oh, come on, Mrs. Weasley," Renee said innocently. "Is it really a problem if they take them out of the house? At least the cats won't accidentally pick them up, and you won't have to deal with them."

Mrs. Weasley considered for a moment. "Oh, all right," she muttered.

Nico, Hermione, and I shook our heads. Fred and George grinned. "Thanks, Renee," Fred said. "We spent six months developing those."

"Oh, a fine way to spend six months!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at the twins. "No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!"

All in all, the atmosphere wasn't the friendliest as we left the room for the World Cup. Mrs. Weasley was still glowering as she kissed Arthur on the cheek, but the twins were worse. They stormed out the door without a word to their mother. I threw a sunbeam to catch up to them, and offered Renee my hand. Nico stepped up to me eagerly. I felt bad that we were leaving Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley to walk up the hill themselves, but I needed to talk to Renee about something.

"Do you really think that was wise?" I asked as we sped off. "They're probably going to try and sell them at the World Cup."

Renee shrugged. "And what's the problem with that? It's not like they'll pull the same trick they did with Dudley, right?"

"Can you be sure of that, though?"

"Clara," she said. "I trust them to make the right decisions. And if it's their life's ambition, well, I think we should respect that."

"Whatever," I said, looking away.

"Can you double back?" Renee asked, and I could tell it was more to change the subject than anything. "We should offer your assistance to the others."

"Sure," I said. "I can do that bus thing again. I want to test what wizards see, anyway."

Renee raised her eyebrows. "Driver!" Nico called. She rolled her eyes.

We sped back to the others. "Hop on."

Arthur Weasley's eyes widened when he saw us. "Is that a flying bus?" he asked. "Where did you…"

I laughed. "I knew it," I said. "I need to tell you something about us, Mr. Weasley. The others already know this, but I'm a daughter of Apollo, the god of the sun. Renee is a daughter of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty."

"It's all true," Renee said with a wink.

"Wow," Mr. Weasley said. "Okay."

I laughed. I loved people's reactions. Of course, Renee's charmspeak had also helped.

We reached the top of the hill as Fred and George were panting on the last steps. "Are you serious?" Fred said.

"You mean we didn't have to walk?" George said. "When you could have just used your sunbeams and helped all of us?"

"Shh!" Nico said, and he gestured to three other people who were standing in the clearing. Renee grinned when we saw that Luna was one of them. She stood next to a man with long hair, which was blonde like hers.

"Over here, Arthur, we've got it," one of the men called.

A handsome older boy jumped out of a tree. I smiled shyly. "Hey, Cedric."

Cedric smiled brightly. "Clara! I didn't know you'd be coming with the Weasleys."

While Cedric and I were in the same house at Hogwarts, he was four years older than me, so we weren't really friends. Still, we got along well, and he was always helpful when Renee needed to use the secret room inside the Hufflepuff common room to escape from the Slytherins for a while.

"We got good tickets," Ron said offhandedly.

"Good Lord, Arthur," said Cedric's father. "Are they all yours?"

Arthur smiled. "No, only the redheads, Amos. This is Hermione, a friend of Ron's… and Harry, another friend-"

"Merlin's beard," said Amos Diggory before Mr. Weasley could introduce the rest of us. "Harry? Harry Potter?"

Fred, George, and Ron looked like they were trying not to laugh. Cedric and Harry both seemed embarrassed.

"Er - yeah," Harry said quickly.

Mr. Weasley noticed Harry's discomfort. "Yes, Harry Potter," he said firmly. "And this is Renee, another friend, and Clara. I believe she and your son are both in Hufflepuff, am I right?"

Nico was trying to hide in the shadows again, but Mr. Weasley called him out. "Oh, and this is Nico. He's, er, their cousin, I think."

I nodded. I studied the younger boy. He was staring at Cedric with a weird look on his face.

"Well, we've made good time," Arthur said. "Everyone, put a finger on this boot. It'll be a squeeze, here we go." Renee and I stepped on either side of Nico; we both knew how he didn't like being surrounded by other people.

We all placed a finger on the boot. It was kind of a squeeze, but we managed. Thanks to Draco, I knew what was coming, but I heard Harry and Luna give startled gasps as we were jerked off the ground.


Renee POV

We landed in a clearing. The adults were all standing, but everyone else except for me, Nico, and Clara looked pretty windswept, and were all on the ground. Clara and I helped everyone up.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill," said a voice. I looked around. There were two Ministry wizards dressed in Muggle clothing, although neither of them did a very good job of it. One of the wizards was wearing thigh-length galoshes, and the other sported a kilt and a poncho.

Mr. Weasley started chatting with the kilted wizard. The other wizard took out his clipboard and looked to find our campsite. He pointed us in the right direction. "Campsite manager's called Roberts."

We crossed the field to our campsite, where there was a man who was clearly the only real Muggle around.

Mr. Weasley and the Muggle made small talk, and then he asked Harry to help him with the Muggle currency. Mr. Roberts just stared at this interaction, but then he looked around at us.

"Weasley, it says here, party of nine," Roberts confirmed. "Hang on… there are ten of you…"

Shoot. None of us had factored in Nico in our count. I beckoned him and Clara over to me, and we walked over to Mr. Weasley. I explained the situation.

Mr. Weasley sighed. "I'll stay behind, then," he said. "I'll apparate when the other boys come."

"No," Nico insisted. "It's my fault. I'll just go…"

"Where?" I demanded.

"Uh…" Nico said. "Back to camp?"

Nico had been acting kind of weird lately, I realized. And hadn't he said he really didn't want to go back to camp? Besides, how could he even get there?

"No," I insisted with charmspeak. "You all go. I'll wait until the coast is clear and then charmspeak him into letting me in."

Arthur and Nico raised their eyebrows, but Clara seemed to get it. "It will be good practice," she agreed. "Especially for, well, you know." She glanced at Arthur and Nico.

She touched my arm and looked over at a clump of trees further away. I followed her over to that spot.

"Do you have drachmas on you?" She whispered.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Iris message me if you can't get in in half an hour, and I'll send you a sunbeam or something."

"Good thinking," I said. "But I do have a plan."

"Good, but just in case." She thought for a moment. "I could create a sunbeam connection like the one I have with Percy and with…" she paled and looked around. "Yeah, with Percy." I could tell she didn't want to say out loud who else she had the sunbeam connection with. "That way I'll know if there's trouble."

I raised my eyebrows. "I'll be fine, Clara."

She nodded. "Just making sure. Iris Message if there's trouble."

I promised I would, and then we parted ways. Just as I was about to say something to Mr. Roberts, there was a large party, and I recognized some people I'd seen around Hogwarts, although nobody I knew by name. I decided I would have to wait a little longer, and I sat down on a rock to rehearse what I was going to say.


Nico POV

We passed many tents that looked normal enough, although occasionally there was the odd weather vane or chimney sticking out of them. Then, of course, there were some tents that seemed like their sole purpose was to show off. I wondered at that.

I couldn't believe Renee had given up her spot for me. I knew it was only temporary, because she was going to try to charmspeak Mr. Roberts, but still, I was very impressed.

Some official-looking wizard had cast a spell on that guy, Mr. Roberts. Obliviate, I think it was. Some sort of memory charm? I shrugged.

Of course, I wasn't going to actually go back to Camp Half-Blood if I wasn't able to get in, and I think Renee knew that. She was probably a little suspicious after yesterday morning, when she had caught me up at five in the morning as well.

But she shouldn't have worried. I didn't find what I was looking for, anyway.

We passed a tent that honestly looked more like a silk palace, and there were several live peacocks tethered outside. Draco Malfoy stepped out of the tent. I almost waved, but then I remembered what Renee had said about the Weasleys and the Malfoys. In fact, Draco did stare at the group for a few moments longer than I would have thought. At first, he just looked annoyed, but then he seemed to have figured something out. He stepped back in the tent as we passed, and it almost looked like he wanted to avoid a confrontation. Maybe it was because of Clara.


Draco POV

If I had known Clara would be coming with the Weasleys, I would have offered her and Renee a place with us. There was no way their seats would be half as good as ours. The Weasleys were the poorest pureblood family around.

But there was something strange about the group. I studied them. Clara was walking next to the kid from Diagon Alley, what was his name? Nicholas? That kid had a funny way of blending into shadows, and I figured he was probably part of the same group as Renee and Clara. Demigods, apparently.

Around the Easter holidays, I'd given up trying to find out who Clara's father was from my mother. Instead, I spent more time in the library at home, and then when I returned to school, in the Hogwarts library. I figured some of what I was looking for was likely to be in the restricted section, but there was a surprising amount of information available to the public on various magical talents outside of the wizard world. Apparently, for instance, there was a community in the Northeastern United States of people who came from the original Muggle fairytales. This was either in Maine or New York, depending on the sources.

There was also an island where various creatures lived, which was hidden from other aspects of earth, and which was only accessible through a secret platform 13 at King's Cross Station every thirteen years.

But the thing that really reminded me of Clara and Renee was something I really should have known from the beginning: Greek mythology.

Okay, fine, there were Roman and Norse demigods as well, but neither of those groups seemed exactly right. However, when I read about the Greeks, something just clicked. Greek and Roman mythology were part of my early education, of course. There were many aspects to wizard education before Hogwarts, and these were often done in small communities of wizard families. My group had included Gregory Goyle, Vincent and Silas Crabbe, Millicent and Ellis Bulstrode, Pansy and Kaylee Parkinson, and eventually Ariana Gordon and Morgana Fletcher. Although I figured Silas and Ellis were now among the oldest in a new group, whoever that may have been.

Anyway, I think I was the only one who really paid attention in any of those classes, except for maybe Kaylee, Ariana, and Morgana. But Greek and Roman mythology had stuck with me, more than anything else (although I also retained a lot of Greek, Latin, and French). So looking back, I really should have known.

I have to admit, I didn't really make the connection until the other day, when Kaylee, Ariana, and Morgana were referring to Clara and Renee as "sun" and "love." But after that, I thought back to some of the books that I had found. And then yesterday, as we were packing for the Quidditch World Cup, I privately sought out my mother and confirmed my suspicions. I had a pretty good idea from Kaylee, Morgana, and Ariana's language who was who, although Clara was a little harder to guess than Renee, because I had to consider which of the gods would have fallen in love with my mother, and who my mother would have reciprocated that with. Renee, on the other hand, was incredibly easy.

I looked back at the group once more, and I realized what was missing: Renee! I cursed under my breath. She was exactly the kind of person who would have given her spot up for the shadow kid if there had been an issue. I walked back into the tent, hoping she was still at the gate.


Renee POV

I dug around in my pocket for a drachma. Clara was probably worried by now; it was well past the half an hour I'd said I'd contact her by. I could probably sneak in with a large group, but that seemed dishonest. I looked over at the tents.

Suddenly, a shock of blond hair stood out. I cursed silently, I couldn't believe her. Was she actually willing to get herself kicked out for me? I was fine.

"Clara," I called. "Go back."

The crowd moved, and the blond hair kept moving toward me. But I had realized my mistake.

"Styx," I swore under my breath as he came nearer.

"I thought I might find you here," Draco drawled. "That was a very nice thing you did for the shadow kid. Maybe you should be in Hufflepuff."

"His name's Nico," I snapped. "Now, if you could kindly leave, I'm still trying to figure out-"

"How to charmspeak the Muggle?" Draco asked innocently.

"Yeah." Then I realized the full impact of what he had just said. "I mean, what? Charmspeak? I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco smiled. "Save it, Rebirth. I know everything."

I groaned. "Don't call me that in public," I snapped. "And unless you have any ideas, go away."

Draco laughed. "Ooh, testy. I can imagine you've been surrounded by those smelly Weasleys and the mudblood for far too long. Is that right, Sanderson?"

"Don't insult them! The Weasleys don't smell! And don't use that word to talk about Hermione, Malfoy!"

Draco fiddled with something around his neck. "Frankly, I'm surprised at you, Renee. You'd think, being a Slytherin, that you would, ah, know better ways of getting in. And you do have charmspeak."

Was this the same person who saved my life three days ago? The same teenager who took Nico under his wing in Diagon Alley?

"Maybe it's you who's been spending too much time around unsatisfactory people," I retorted. "Too many Muggles to deal with at the campsite, or too many Muggleborns occupying this space?"

Draco frowned. "Actually," he started to say, but then looked away. "Never mind. You don't need to know."

His demeanor had changed suddenly, and I was reminded of that afternoon in the Slytherin common room, after the letter to appeal for Buckbeak had failed. "Is it your father?" I said softly.

Draco looked around nervously, but didn't say anything. I took that as a yes.

"I'm sorry, Draco. If there's anything I can do to help-"

"Don't get involved with him," Draco warned in a low voice. "He'll hurt you. I don't think your charmspeak even would do anything to him."

Draco had mentioned the charmspeak three times now, and I had to admit I was curious as to what he actually knew.

He fiddled with the thing around his neck again, and I realized it was a lanyard. "Do you want my help getting in?" He muttered. "I have a Ministry pass. We're the Minister's guests, see. My father made a generous donation to St. Mungo's." He looked both proud and embarrassed to be telling me this.

I looked at Draco. I knew I had changed him somewhat. I had a feeling he could get me in without too much trouble. And really, why shouldn't I let him?

"Okay," I said.

"Okay."

He walked up to Mr. Roberts and showed him the Ministry pass. He talked with the Muggle man for a few minutes in a much more civilized way than I would have expected, being who he was. Within a few minutes, Roberts had confirmed that I was allowed in.

Once we had crossed the gates into the campsite, I expected Draco to leave, but once again, he surprised me.

"I saw your group as they came by. I can walk you to their campsite, I think I know which way they went."

"You would do that?" I asked, wondering if Draco had an ulterior motive. "I mean, the Weasleys don't actually like you that much…"

"I wanted to talk to you," Draco said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been doing some research, you see. And really, I don't know why I didn't see it before. Renee Sanderson, daughter of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty." He smirked.

For a moment, I was stuck. What was I supposed to say? Could I even trust him? Could I tell him the truth?

Before I could come to terms with this, Draco gave a small smile. "Ha. I was right. Your expression gave it away, Rebirth."

I rolled my eyes. Fine. I give in. "How did you know?"

"I think the real question is, why didn't I see it sooner?" Draco asked slyly. He explained about training that pureblood wizards go through before Hogwarts, and about how he had learned about Greek mythology when he was a lot younger.

"So your mother didn't tell you?"

"She wouldn't budge," Draco agreed. "I tried for three months, but she's pretty powerful when she wants to hide something. I gave up around Easter, and then I started looking into magical communities outside of the wizard world. There's a surprising amount in the school library, if you know what you're looking for. It's not even in the restricted section, either."

"Are there others?" I asked. "Besides wizards and demigods, I mean?"

Draco smirked again. "I'm surprised you haven't run into them. There are quite a few on the American East Coast, actually. There's a town where all the characters from Muggle fairytales live, either called Ferryport Landing, in New York, or Storybrooke, in Maine-"

Storybrooke, Maine. Why did that sound so familiar?

"Actually, I do know about Storybrooke," I said. "Although I didn't know that was what it was at the time. I ended up there on my first quest, with Clara and Clarisse, and we ran into a guy with glowing eyes…"

Draco was looking at me with interest. "Quest?" he asked. "For what?"

Oh, Styx. "Don't worry about it."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Should I be worried?"

Well, Kaylee is working with Luke and Kronos - no, Luke is Kronos now - to destroy the mortal and wizard worlds, and everything else. Kronos promised Kaylee, Ariana, and Morgana the wizard world for themselves if they succeed, which probably means they would find a way to resurrect Voldemort in an already destroyed world. There's a possibility that none of us will survive after Percy's sixteenth birthday next summer, and the world as we know it will be completely destroyed, and the titans will rule like in old times. Oh yeah, and your sister is apparently an "accomplice" as part of the Great Prophecy, but Chiron won't let us hear it yet…

"No. Everything is fine," I said, a little more forcefully than I meant to.

Draco stared at me for a moment, and I could tell that he didn't think I was telling the complete truth. I was glad when he dropped the subject.

"So you're a daughter of Aphrodite," Draco said quietly, back at his original point. "Clara was trickier to figure out. That was really when I wished our mother would help me out. That's our tent, by the way."

I stared. The tent, if you could call it that, was made of multicolored silk, with a few live peacocks tethered to the front. I rolled my eyes.

"Really blends in, that one," I said sarcastically.

Draco turned slightly pink. "It wasn't my idea." He turned serious again as he went back to the subject of Clara.

"It was actually Kaylee who helped me figure the whole thing out. Inadvertently, of course. When I overheard them plotting against you the other day, she referred to you as "love" and Clara as "sun." After that, and after our day at Diagon Alley, I thought back to my research. So I'm guessing that Clara's father is Apollo, the god of the sun. I can see my mother falling for him, too."

Despite myself, I smiled. Draco had really put a lot into this.

A few yards in front of us, I spotted a few redheads. "You can drop me off here," I urged. I really didn't want the Weasleys to know that I was with Draco.

Draco seemed to get where I was coming from. He looked around cautiously, and then beckoned me behind a bush. I followed him.

"Can you and Clara try to come to our tent tonight?" he whispered. "I already heard Father talking with Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle, Mr. Parkinson, and some of their old buddies about a meeting at the Parkinsons' tent, so I know he'll be out of the way. But my mother really wants to see Clara."

I remembered he had told me Narcissa would want to see Clara at the World Cup. I thought for a minute.

"I'll see what I can do," I promised.

Draco nodded. "Thanks, Rebirth."

I blushed. I wished he would be more careful about where he used the nickname. But then again, we were pretty secluded as it was.

I turned towards the Weasley's tents, but Draco grabbed my hand. "Would you mind not telling Clara what we talked about?" he whispered. "I would kind of rather we have that conversation tonight, with my mother. And I would like to be the one to tell her."

I raised my eyebrows, but it kind of made sense. "Okay."

Draco smiled. "See you tonight, Rebirth."

I rolled my eyes at his insistence on the nickname. "See you tonight."

I walked over to the Weasleys, pausing slightly when I realized that only Fred, George, and Arthur were there. I figured the others were probably running errands to help set up camp. Meanwhile, Mr. Weasley looked like he was having far too much fun with the matches. I sighed and walked over to see how I could help.


A/N: Hey look, another scene where I didn't write the World Cup! I hope you liked Draco's discovery, I've been planning that scene for a while.

In the next chapter I swear I'll actually write the World Cup, as well as some more canon action from the scenes that follow it, and Clara's meeting with Narcissa. I'm excited for that too.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Please review!

~Celia