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I was instantly fascinated by the Weaslys. I had found out George had lost his ear in a fight. "

"It was an accident really." He had said, "The man who did it was aiming for someone else."

I was thoroughly confused at how in a simple fight, someone had managed to take his ear off by accident, but he refused to give any details. That only made my suspicion grow.

Bill had told me he had gotten his many scars when a wolf attacked him. I was eager to hear the story, but he too, refused to give me details. Thus, I got even more suspicious.

Charlie had a lot of bumps, bruises and scars as well. He said he trained wild animals for a living. But once again, he didn't tell me which animals. By now, I was positive entire family was hiding a secret.

I had wanted to ask about the mysterious Fred, but I didn't want to make the family sad again. I would hold off on that.

But what really intrigued me about the Weaslys was the great air of sadness about them. They had an aura that said they had seen and been through things no one else could imagine. Whether it was just my own side-kick self telling me this or the Oracle of Delphi giving me hints, I knew that this family was different than normal people.

By the end of the day, we had made sleeping arrangements for the entire family. They may have had a huge number of people, but we had an even huger mansion.

I would be sharing my room with Ginny, who I had become pretty good friends with. She was bold, confident, and a bit stubborn. Growing up with five brothers had made a lot tougher than she looked. Or at least, I thought five brothers. Although I didn't know for sure, I began to suspect the 'Fred' Mrs. Weasley mentioned was another one of her sons, and by the way the family reacted, he had probably passed on very recently.

We stayed up late that night talking. I had never had a sister or many friends. I didn't go to a public school where I could make friends either; I was privately tutored in our mansion, so it was nice to have someone to talk to.

She slipped up once during our talk when I asked her:

"So what sports are you into?"

She perked up instantly. "Quidditch, obviously! I'm actually really good at that sport. I support the Holly Head Harpies, and hopefully I'll play with them when I-" she suddenly stopped short. Her eyes widened, her faced paled, and her hand shot up to her mouth, clamping it tightly shut.

"Wait, wait, wait, what?" I asked, "What sport it qwid-squish? And who are the 'Holly head Harpies'?" I asked, genuinely confused.

Ginny gulped, removing her hand from her face. She forced a smile and said casually, "Oh, it's just a British sport. It's not very popular, I don't think you'd know much about it."

"You got that right." I said, I defiantly would remember if someone had said the word quid-squish. "So tell me about this Quid-whatever it is?!"

"Oh, I don't think you'd be interested." Said Ginny dismissively, "So what's your favorite sport, Rach'?"

She was changing the subject on purpose, I suddenly realized, They're hiding something, the whole lot of them.

"I'm not into sports that much. I prefer art, but I like soccer." I said, trying not to let my suspicion show.

Ginny frowned, "Soccer?" she asked. I squinted at her, trying to tell if she was joking. She wasn't, she honestly didn't know what I was talking about.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard of soccer!?" I said. That was just too much. Football I'd understand, it was only played in America, but soccer? That was an international sport.

"What…Uh, of course I've heard of soccer!" she said suddenly, "I'm just confused that you like it so much! I don't understand what people see in soccer…" she trailed off.

I couldn't tell if she was lying this time. Either she was a really good actor or she was telling the truth. Eh, benefit of the doubt, I'll go with the latter.

"We better get to bed, it's almost one o'clock." I said, glancing at my neon-green alarm clock. Ginny nodded and settled down in her sleeping bag on the floor. I climbed up onto my bed and closed my eyes, still trying to understand what the Weaslys were hiding.

They had been through something terrible, that was obvious. One of their kids was dead (I was guessing), the others had scars or ears missing, and the entire family took the 'we just saved the world' joke so seriously… What if they had just saved the world? What if they had fought a war, like the demigods did? Maybe they were some Greek god legacy family? From a secret camp in Brittan?

Still thinking about this, I drifted off to sleep.

Being the oracle of Delphi, my dreams can get pretty weird. They're not as bad a demigod dreams, but weird none the less. I would have strange visions of the past, present, or most often the future.

When I found myself floating in a smoky green haze, I knew I was having an Oracle dream again. Suddenly, the haze cleared. I found myself in a small, grubby building. I guessed it was a pub. Everything around me was slightly blurry, but I could make out at least twenty teen agers standing around me. They all were holding long, thin sticks of wood. Why were they doing that?

I caught sight of a few familiar faces in the crowd. Ginny was there, but from her appearance, she was much younger than when I met her. Maybe fourteen.

I saw Ron in the front of the group, standing next to a brown-haired girl with buck-teeth and brown eyes.

Nearby them I recognized a boy who looked just like George, only he had both ears, and whoa, who was that kid who looked exactly like both-eared George? Were they twins? Suddenly it dawned on me, this was when George had both ears. And the George doppelganger must be the mysterious Fred. It would only make sense.

The entire group of teenagers was all gathered in one large group, facing Ron, the brown=haired girl, and a somewhat scrawny boy with jet black hair and green eyes, framed with round glasses. He reminded me of Percy, not just because of his appearance, but also because of the aura he gave out. The sense of leadership and confidence that he radiated was startlingly similar to Percy's. He too was holding a stick. What was with these sticks!?

The boy had a nervous expression, but the brown haired girl looked a bit calmer.

"So," said the girl, her voice very high-pitched with nervousness. Hmm, maybe not as calm as I thought. "So . . . like I was saying . . . if you want to learn some defense, then we need to work out how we're going to do it, how often we're going to meet and where we're going to-"

"Is it true," interrupted the girl with the long plait down her back, looking at the black haired boy, "that you can produce a Patronus, Harry?"

Okay, so apparently this guy's name was Harry. But what was a Patronus? It must have been a big thing, because there was a murmur of interest around the group at this.

"Yeah," said the boy, Harry slightly defensively.

"A corporeal Patronus?"

"Er - you don't know Madam Bones, do you?" he asked.

The girl smiled. "She's my auntie,' she said. "I'm Susan Bones. She told me about your hearing. So - is it really true? You make a stag Patronus?"

"Yes," said Harry. I was growing more and more confused by the minute. What were these people talking about?

"Blimey, Harry!" said a boy with dreadlocks, looking deeply impressed. 'I never knew that!'

'Mum told Ron not to spread it around,' said George's doppelganger, grinning at Harry. 'She said you got enough attention as it was.'

No doubt about it now, this was Fred.

'She's not wrong,' mumbled Harry, and a couple of people laughed. Okay, so this Harry dude could be famous.

'And did you kill a Basilisk with that sword in Dumbledore's office?' demanded a brunet in the back of the group. "That's what one of the portraits on the wall told me when I was in there last year...?"

Portraits on the wall? Basilisk? What was this guy talking about?

"Er - yeah, I did, yeah,' said Harry.

One boy whistled; and two scrawny-looking brothers exchanged awestruck looks another girl said 'Wow!' softly. Okay, so killing a basilisk (whatever that was) was a big thing too. This Harry guy must've been through a lot.

'And in our first year,' said Neville to the group at large, 'he saved that Philological Stone-"

Philosopher's,' hissed Hermione.

'Yes, that - from You-Know-Who,' finished Neville. I noticed a girl's eyes were as round as Galleons. Wow, this Harry dude really must be someone big.

'And that's not to mention,' said a Chinese girl, "all the tasks he had to get through in the Triwizard Tournament last year - getting past dragons and merpeople and Acromantula and things..."

There was a murmur of impressed agreement around the table. I was beginning to think this guy was a demigod. A demigod almost as powerful as Percy.

"Look," Harry said suddenly. Everyone fell silent at once, they must've respected this dude a lot. I certainly did. "I... I don't want to sound like I'm trying to be modest or anything, but... I had a lot of help with all that stuff..."

"Not with the dragon, you didn't,' said a boy at once. Dragon? "That was a seriously cool bit of flying…" continued the boy. Flying? Okay, maybe this kid was a son of Zeus.

"Yeah, well - ' said Harry.

"And nobody helped you get rid of that entire hoard Dementors in third year." said another girl. Susan Bones, I think she had said?

"No,' said Harry, "no, OK, I know I did bits of it without help, but the point I'm trying to make is-"

"Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?" said another boy from the crowd.

"Here's an idea," said Ron loudly, before Harry could speak, "why don't you shut your mouth?" Okay, maybe Ron was Harry's friend. That would explain why he was standing so close to him.

"Well, we've all turned up to learn from him and now he's telling us he can't really do any of it," he said.

" That's not what he said," snarled the George doppelganger, Fred.

"Would you like us to clean out you: ears for you?" enquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of his shopping bags.

"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this," said Fred. I grinned, awing at how much they were like the Stoll brothers.

Suddenly, my happiness faded. That why there was that sadness in Fred's eyes. His other half was missing.

"Yes, well," said the brown-haired girl hastily. She reminded me a bit of Annabeth. "Moving on… the point is, are we agreed we want to take defense lessons from Harry?"

There it was again, defense lessons. Who were they fighting against?

There was a murmur of general agreement.

"Right," said the brunet, looking relieved that something had at last been settled. "Well, then, the next question is how often we do it. I really don't think there's any point in meeting less than once a week-"

"Hang on,' said a girl in the crowd, "we need to make sure this doesn't clash with our Quidditch practice."

"No," said the Chinese girl, "nor with ours."

"Nor ours," added the skeptical boy. There it was again, Quiddich. So Ginny wasn't making this sport up…

"I'm sure we can find a night that suits everyone," said the brunet, slightly impatiently, "but you know, this is rather important, we're talking about learning to defend ourselves against V-Voldemort's Death Eaters-"

She said the name with incredible fear, as if the mysterious Voldy-whatever his name was could hear her right now. So this was who they were fighting against! Voldemort certainly wasn't a Greek name, but he could've been a power-hungry demigod or something similar.

Suddenly, a green haze began to form around me, blurring the pub scene.

"No!" I shouted, although no one could hear me, "I need to see more!"

But it was too late. The thick green mist dissolved instantly as I opened my eyes, awakening from my dream.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, creating little patches of light all over the floor and wall. My large, loft room looked beautiful with the light shining in like this, but I had never been lass happy to see it.

Great job, Rach. I thought bitterly, You just had to wake up when they were talking about who they were fighting against.

I glanced down at Ginny. She was still fast asleep, sprawled out on her sleeping bag. My mind automatically switched to 'detective' mode.

So they had fought a war. This Harry guy had been a big part of it, like Percy in the Titan war. The Weasly's had been a part of the war as well. At the time I saw, Ginny and her two brothers were training to fight. But why were they being so secretive about it? Was there someone trying to prevent them from training?

But training against what!? Who was Voldemort!? He obviously wasn't a mortal, or the news of a war would be everywhere. Was the Weasley family all demigods? What was the key factor I was missing?! Urgh, this was so frustrating!

Calm down Rachel, your thinking about the big things too much. Said the voice of reason in my head. Focus on the little things.

Right, they mentioned the words 'basilisk, Philosopher's Stone, Dementors, Patronus, and even dragons'. I had heard of dragons, heck I had seen a dragon, but I hadn't even heard of the other things they mentioned. I wasn't the expert on Greek mythology, but I'd bet anything that the creatures they talked about weren't Greek. I made a mental to look words up.

And what were those sticks? I'd seen them too much to think they were irrelevant. All the kids I'd seen had them. Maybe the sticks could turn into weapons, like Riptide or Jason's sword.

I noticed Ginny beginning to stir in her sleep. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"Morning, sleepy head." I said, grinning.

"Mmm, what time is it?" she asked groggily, her eyes still half-closed. I glanced at my alarm clock.

"Eight o'clock sharp." I said.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Eh, maybe half an hour."

"What were you doing?"

"Thinking."

"About what?"

"Getting pretty fond of the questions, are we?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ginny shrugged. "I got to know you pretty well last night, and you're a hyper girl. You don't just sit there thinking unless you're really fascinated with something. So what were you thinking of?"

You. I thought, "Just a dream I had."

I had looked up the word 'Basilisk'. A basilisk was an imaginary monster just as terrifying as most drakons. Maybe even more scary. They were huge serpents, with deadly poisonous teeth. There was no cure to their venom except phoenix tears. Pity phoenixes didn't exist. And as if that wasn't enough, they also had deadly eyes. If you stared into them directly, it was instant death. If you stared at them indirectly, like in a mirror, you would be petrified. Not petrified in fear, as in immobilized petrified. Frozen. Turned to stone. Stiff as a block of stone. There was no cure to being petrified other than 'mandrake stew'. And as far as I knew, mandrakes didn't exist.

This Harry guy had killed one of these! Single handedly! I had a new level of respect for this guy.

I had tried to find out what all the other things they mentioned were, but I came up empty handed. Not even a single myth about this stuff. Whatever secret they were hiding, it was very well guarded.

You could just ask Ginny what this is all about. Said a little voice in my mind. I quickly dismissed the idea. The Weaslys would ask me how I found out about those creatures, and then the fact I was the oracle would come out and…no. I couldn't do that.

Then again, I didn't have to tell them I was the oracle, I could just say I had heard the word in some pub. It was true…technically. I had been in a pub in a dream.

It wasn't the ideal solution, but I was getting desperate. I jumped off my bed and poked my head out of my room door.

"Dad!" I called, "Where is everybody?!"

My dad's voice drifted up from the downstairs, "In the drawing room, Rachel!" he called back.

The drawing room? Why were they there? There wasn't anything special about that room in particular, other than it was the only room that had a real fireplace, not an electronic one. Shrugging, I took off towards the drawing room. I ran down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

I walked down the hallway, and could hear the Weasly's voices in the drawing room. I was about to open the door when I heard an unfamiliar voice.

"-eet' is not quite 'vat I vanted', but eet' will 'ave to do." The voice said. It was a women's voice, with a thick French accent.

Who was in our house?! And why were the Weaslys talking to her!?

"I'm sorry, Fleur, dear. It's the best we could do." Said Bill's voice. Fleur. That was who else was in there. Or maybe the Weaslys were iris messaging her. Our security cameras would have picked it up if someone had entered the house. I quietly pressed my ear against the door, trying to hear what the Weasly's were saying.

"Oh, Harry, how's Teddy doing?" asked Ron. Harry? The Harry from my dreams. I pressed my ear harder against the door.

"He's alright." Said a different voice. Harry's voice perhaps? "It's still a bit of a shock when I walk into the room and he's turned his hair pink."

There were chuckles from the room. "Enough about us, how are you guys?" said Harry.

"Yes, 'ow eez' 'ze states?" asked Fleur.

"It's great." Said Ron, "The Dares are rich. Apparently they own some big muggle company."

Muggle?

"I'm worried about Rachel, though." Ginny said suddenly.

"Why?" asked Charlie, sounding concerned.

"I think she's beginning to suspect that we're hiding a secret." Said Ginny. I pressed my ear even closer against the door, desperate to hear every detail.

"Why'd you think that?" asked Bill, "We've made up cover stories for everything."

"Yeah, but…I still thinks she suspects us. She's a smart girl, something tells me she can see through the cover stories. I slipped up yesterday night, and said a bit about quiddich-"

"You what?!" shouted three voices.

"Don't worry, I covered up the mistake." Said Ginny, "but I can't tell if she believes me."

There was silence in the room until Fred said slowly, "If somehow she does figure out what we are…we can always erase her memory, right?"

Erase my memory!? Who were these people?!

I had had enough, enough playing dumb. Enough guessing and suspecting. I was going to get answers here and now. The guessing game was over.

"You will do no such thing to me!" I shouted, bursting into the room.

Hehehe, evil cliffy :)

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