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"...Daughter of who?" Draco asked, obviously shocked.

"Hecate. The greek godess of magic." We were, once again, in the main common room of Slytherin. Late at night, so nobody else was down there.

It was my last night at Hogwarts before I left with the two other...demigods, Dumbledore called them. There was something I needed to take care of before I left though. ..

"You're kidding me," Draco's eyes were cold, the shade of gray making them look like a stone which you could find in a creek or stream.

"I'm really not," I told him. "I was called to Dumbledore's office, and got claimed."

"...Claimed?"

"Yeah, big silvery thing over head," I said, imaging where the mark was with my hands.

"By a greek godess?"

"Apparently."

"That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard," he told me, shifing in the lounge chair and looking at me from a different angle.

"You're telling me," I said, "And now I have to go and find the sword of Godric Gryffindor with a couple of other demigods."

"You mean there are more? More people born to goddesses?"

"And gods. Yeah."

We sat in silence for a few moments.

"Why are you telling me this?" he finally asked.

I sighed. "Tomorrow, I leave the school. To go and find a sword. I kind of need someone to be my eyes and ears back here, so that I know about what's going on with the chamber, and how much time have before...it gets too bad. And I kinda need someone to draw the attention away from what I'm really doing."

"And you want me to do it?" He moved forward in the chair, so that he was now sitting on the edge, "Why would you want me to do that?"

"Because I can't think of a better person for the job. No one knows that we talk, and let's face it, you're pretty good at making things seem completely different from the truth."

Draco turned his head to the side, considering what I'd just said.

"Does that mean I'd be making up rubbish stories about you?"

"If that's what you need to do."

"Well, I am pretty good at that."

I smiled. "And, you get to do some good for once in your life."

"Okay. I'm in."

"Brilliant."

"Just one thing...how do I contact you?"

I looked at the blonde. Surely he's not that thick. "I have an owl you know."

I was back in Dumbledore's office. Percy and Annabeth stood with me around a goblet.

It had taken a while to explain to them the concept of a portkey, but we'd gotten there eventually. According to Dumbledore, the cup would take us to Camp Half-Blood, which was where Annabeth and Percy lived through the summer holidays, sometimes the whole year.

I had a small amount of supplies with me. My wand, some food and some parchment with a quill and ink in order to write to Draco when needed.

The idea was that we would get back to the Camp, where Percy and Annabeth would train me up as much as possible in just a couple of days. We would see the Oracle, who would apparently make some kind of prophecy, and then we'd go to wherever we think we should.

"Are you ready?" Dumbledore asked, dragging me from my thoughts.

I nodded. Percy and Annabeth looked a bit unsure.

"Don't worry," I told them, "You'll just feel like you're spinning around in circles and then appear at the camp."

They nodded, still seeming unsure.

"We all have to touch at the same time?" Percy asked, just to make sure, I think.

"Okay?" I asked, and they nodded again, "One, two, three," I counted, and we all touched the goblet on three.