A/N: Haha! I just can't resist updating another chap! I may not have the luxury of time next time (?) so I updated. Anyway, read on, guys! And don't forget to review!

Poseidon stared blankly at the floor, his brows furrowed in confusion. What the hell was that all about? he thought to himself. Was that Father, shouting at Professor Parkinson? Or had it been a clone, a boggart? No, it was definitely a boggart. It can't have been him. Father has never shouted like that, even when he was angry. No, it wasn't him, it couldn't have been… He repeated this in his head, trying to convince himself that it wasn't their father. He unconsciously dropped the book on his hand as he thought of it. No, it is him. It's him. He could feel a prickling sensation in his eyes, but he merely rubbed it off with his hands.

"Apollo, please consider Father's side," he heard Hades say. Apollo and Hades were a few paces behind him. "He was tired from work. Yes, he did come from work. I asked Uncle Blaise how he contacted Father and he said he Flooed the Department of Mysteries. You really shouldn't be angry with him. And he also told me last night that he did want to come, but his boss wouldn't let him. You have to understand him, Pollo…"

"I do understand him, Hade," Apollo replied. "But he should've been there. He promised her. I don't give a damn about what he told me, what I'm fuming on about was the fact that he promised her. He should've been there to save her."

"I know but- Poseidon, are you alright?" Hades asked when he saw Poseidon drop his book. Now that has never happened before.

"Yeah, just caught something in my eye," Poseidon said, rubbing his eyes and picking up the book. "Come on, Dad could be waiting for us."

"You'll fix things up with Dad, won't you, Pollo?" Hades turned to Apollo.

"Yeah, whatever," Apollo shrugged.

They found Draco standing beside Artemis, who was already awake. She gave them a small smile as they entered.

"Artemis! How're you feeling? You okay?" Apollo said upon reaching her.

"I feel lousy, but I'm okay," Artemis said. "You worry too much."

"How can I not worry? It's my fault that you're here right now. I should be the one lying there and you should be the one worrying your head sick over me," Apollo exclaimed.

"Don't blame yourself," Artemis said. "If it's anyone's fault, it's Finnegan's."

"That's what we've been telling him since yesterday, Arty," Hades said. "But, being the stubborn prat that he is, he wouldn't listen to us."

Artemis gave a hearty laugh but flinched and held her side. "Don't make me laugh too hard. It hurts, you know. Don, are you alright? You seem quiet today." Poseidon was looking outside the window, not saying a word since he went inside.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, taking the seat beside the window and opening the book.

"He must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed," Apollo commented.

"Shut up, Apollo," Artemis chided. "Dad, you'd better get some rest. I'll be fine here."

"She's right, Dad," Apollo said. Hesitantly, he added, "I'm sorry about last night, Dad. I didn't mean it."

"It's alright, Apollo," Draco said, giving him a bear hug. "Alright, I'm off. Carlson will have my head; I forgot to tell him I was leaving yesterday." Kissing Artemis on the forehead and giving the other two hugs as well, he left the room. When they heard the door close, they all turned to Poseidon.

"Alright, Don, spit it out," Apollo said. "What's the sitch?"

"You obviously didn't want to say anything in front of Father, that's why we didn't press on the matter," Artemis said.

"Out with it, Don, or we'll force you to say everything," Hades threatened.

Poseidon released a sigh and closed his book. "I can never keep a secret from you, can't I? Alright, listen and listen closely." And he began to recount everything that he had seen, down to the last detail. When he had finished, the other three bore the same expression he had earlier.

"No way," Artemis muttered, her hand on her mouth.

"He couldn't have- Not bloody likely," Apollo whispered.

"Are you certain that it was Father? It could've been a clone, or a boggart," Hades said.

"I'm telling you, it was him," Poseidon said. "I've only recovered from the state of shock that I was in since I saw it. If only we had a pensieve, I could let you see the memory."

"How can he be that violent?" Artemis wondered. "It's unthinkable. It's never happened before."

"I know, but that's what I saw."

No one spoke for a few minutes, until Apollo said suddenly, "I know where we can find a pensieve."

"What? Don't tell me we're going to sneak into the Headmaster's office," Hades said.

"No, you dolt, of course not," Apollo countered. "Sneaking into the Headmaster's office? It's not doable! The gargoyles will tear to from limb to limb! No, there's another place in this castle with a pensieve. But we'll have to wait for Artemis to be discharged from the Infirmary before we can go there."

Pansy hurried to her office. Why now, of all times, did they have to meet again? She quickly slammed the door to her office and collapsed beside her desk. She choked back a sob; she had been expecting this, but why was she crying? She deserved what she got. Pulling her knees closer to her chest, she continued to sob until someone knocked on her door. She immediately straightened her robes and wiped away the tears. When she had regained her composure, and with her back turned to the door, she announced, "Come in."

"Pansy? Are you alright?"

It was Blaise. She heard the door click and his footsteps getting nearer.

"Yes, I'm fine," she said. No, I'm far from being fine.

"Are you sure? I thought I heard you sobbing," Blaise said, concern etched in his voice.

"Yes, I'm sure," Pansy replied, her back still turned to him.

"No, you're not. Draco told me everything. So you've met, huh?"

Pansy finally faced him, tears starting to leak out of her eyes again. She plopped onto her armchair and sobbed. Blaise went to her side and patted her back comfortingly.

"Why wouldn't you tell him? Why wouldn't you tell anyone, for that matter? It'd be a lot easier for the both of you if you'd tell him," Blaise said.

"I can't tell anyone, not even him."

"It's his right to know. He deserves to know."

Pansy merely shook her head. Oh, dear, Blaise thought. This is going to be even harder than I thought.

Madam Pomfrey insisted that Artemis stay in the Infirmary for at least two weeks, and they all agreed, much to Artemis's chagrin. Finally, after two weeks of seeing only white walls, Artemis was more than happy to go back to her green-and-silver-walled dormitory.

"Finally, I'm out of there!" Artemis said, plopping onto the nearest couch.

"Hey Artemis! You're alright now?" Friedrich McKinley, the other beater, asked.

"Yeah, thanks," Artemis replied. "Madam Pomfrey made sure of that."

The other people in the Common Room laughed. The whole Quidditch team was there, and most of the House too. Almost everyone was there, except for Apollo.

"Where's Apollo?" she asked Hades, who was seated beside her.

"Dunno," Hades shrugged. "You seen Apollo, Don?"

Poseidon lifted his eyes from the book he was reading, shook his head and dropped his gaze again. Hades only sighed.

"Apollo's been suddenly disappearing since that day."

"That day? Oh, that day," Artemis said in realization. "And he hasn't told you what he's up to?"

Hades shook his head. "Nope, not even a word. Ah, speaking of the devil."

The entrance to the Common Room opened and revealed Apollo, who quickly scanned the room. Upon seeing his siblings, he immediately went over to them.

"Get up and come with me," Apollo said in a huff. "Hurry up!"

"Alright, alright," Hades said, doing what he was commanded to do.

"What's the rush, Pollo?" Artemis asked.

"It's nearing curfew," Apollo said. "Poseidon, try to catch up, will you?"

Apollo led them to the seventh floor in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. He started pacing to and fro. The other three stared at him in confusion.

"Er, Apollo, what are you doing?" Artemis asked.

"Shhh, you'll see," Apollo said absentmindedly. The other three exchanged looks. It was official; Apollo is officially out of it. After the third pace, Apollo stopped. What was once a blank wall now had a door on it.

"What the hell?" Hades blurted out in surprise. "Tell me I'm not just seeing things. A door has just appeared right in front of our eyes." Looking over at the other two, he proved to himself that it wasn't his eyes playing tricks on him.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on," Apollo motioned for them to enterthe door.

"Is it safe?" Poseidon said.

"Of course it is. Now come on, we're wasting time."

The other three exchanged looks once again before obliging. When they entered, they saw a beautifully decorated room, and in the middle was the thing they needed the most right now.

"I never knew this room existed," Hades said. "I've always passed Barnabas the Barmy, but there was no door opposite it."

"This room only appears when a person needs it," Apollo explained. "Otherwise they'd only see a blank wall."

"And how, pray tell, did you come across this room?" Artemis asked.

"Last year, I was trying to hide from Filch. I accidentally splattered mud on the hallway he had just mopped. I ran over here and entered the nearest broom cupboard I could find. I didn't know it was this. A house elf explained to me how this room worked, and since then I started hanging out here," Apollo said. "Only a few know about this room, I've been told."

"Why didn't you tell us anything?"

Apollo gave them a guilty grin. "Escaped my mind, perhaps?"

"Oh, well, what's important is that we're here now with a pensieve," Hades said. "Does anyone know how this works?"

Poseidon gave a nod. "I've read something from Dad's library. And I've also seen Dad place his memories on his pensieve."

"What? How did you-"

"Sometimes I sneaked in his library at night to read some books that are, well, forbidden. And it just so happened that Father placed his pensieve there," Poseidon said with a shrug. Hades and Artemis gaped at him in disbelief. Apollo, on the other hand, had a smirk on his face.

"I always knew you had it in you, little brother," he said, giving Poseidon a pat on his back. "The Sorting Hat never lies. Although, I must say that you fooled me there. Good acting."

"Anyway," Artemis interrupted. "Back to the issue at hand. How does it work, Don?"

"It's simple, really," Poseidon said, nearing the pensieve. He took out his wand and placed the tip on his temple. He slowly withdrew it, a silvery wisp coming out. He placed this wisp on the pensieve and smirked in triumph.

"It's done," he said smugly.

"Well done, Poseidon," Hades said. "Now, shall we?" He, Artemis and Apollo touched the liquid substance inside the basin and they were taken back to what Poseidon saw.

"It's true," Artemis whispered when they finished viewing it.

"What could've happened?" Hades asked to himself. "What could she have done to make him that angry?"

"She was a Slytherin, right?" Apollo asked. Nods came from his siblings. "And she's in the same year as Dad's, wasn't she?" Another set of collective nods.

"What are you getting at, Apollo?" Hades asked irritably.

"If there's one person who knows Dad the best, it's Uncle Blaise," Apollo said. "He should know what exactly happened between them."

"D'you think he'd tell us?" Artemis said. "Of course, Dad told him not to tell us anything, like he always does."

"It's either he tells us, or we'll have to find out for ourselves," Apollo said with a wicked grin. His three siblings exchanged looks that clearly said: Oh, no, Apollo's up to something again. Something dangerous.