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Disclaimer: I actually have a plan to get the rights. Here it is:

Von Karma and I take a vacation to Texas, force my sister to drive to Rick Riordan's house, and then we jump through the open window. We grab the rights, use our life savings to buy plane tickets to England, and then catch a taxi to J.K. Rowlings house. We walk through the back door, and then grab the rights to Harry Potter. After that, we co-write the brand new continueous series of Harry Potter, and write the rest of the Heroes of Olympus books. THEN, after we finish those, we write more. TA DA! 8D Oh, yeah... After we grab the rights to Harry Potter, we walk back to the States. Oh, yeah!

Leo's P.O.V.

I hated how Dumbedore cut off, mid-sentence, and waited at least 3 minutes until I found out.

"Leo is... Leo is..." Dumbledore said for the 13th time. Trust me, I've been counting.

"Will you just get on with it?" Ron yelled.

Dumbledore sighed and mumbled something like, "There goes the dramatic effect..."

"Leo is definitely innocent." Dumbledore said, mildly.

I heard both cheering, and boo-ing. (Or is it booing?) But all that crossed my mind was YEEEAAAAHHHH! OF COURSE I WAS!

I spotted Annabeth doing a little dance. It was the first time I'd actually seen her dance, though. She'd didn't seem like the gloating type.

Everyone had smiles on their faces and were cheering. (Excluding Malfoy and his gang. Of course, they don't count as people though...) Even the teachers were cheering! (Excluding some. Like Snape. I don't think he counts as a person, either...)

Malfoy walked up to Dumbledore, fuming, and said, "But he's a freking fire user for crying out loud!"

I stepped in and said in a very matter-of-fact voice, "Actually, I prefer the term 'Flammable American.'" I waved my hands in a rainbow-type style when I said the phrase, so it looked like I was imagining it.

"Nobody cares what you scum prefer! You're a filthy Mud-Blood, and nothing else." Malfoy said, outraged.

I smirked at him. "You know, if you knew who my "Muggle" parents are, you wouldn't be talking to me. You'd be too busy kissing my feet." I said, while he just glowered at me.

"I'd never kiss your filthy hands, much less your feet." he said.

I just chuckled, "Too bad you'll be doing it, then!"

Dumbledore smiled.

Draco's P.O.V.

I was furious. I couldn't help but ask, "Who are your parents, then, Valdez? Who? What makes them so special?"

He glanced at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore nodded. Like he was giving stupid Leo permission.

Leo whispered, "Oh-kay... My mother is dead, but she was a mechanical engineer of EPIC proportions. My father... is Hephaestus. And yes, he is a Greek God. Yes, he is married to Aphrodite, but that doesn't matter with Olympians. The point is, I have my father's powers. That's why I can summon fire."

I couldn't - no, wouldn't believe this nonsense. It didn't make sense. But I looked at Dumbledore to see if he was lying. Dumbledore nodded and mouthed, "He is."

"Well, what makes you so great? It's not like you can DO anything physically to me!" I hissed.

He punched my arm, hard. "Well, according to recent studies, I can. In fact, I just did." he said, unphased.

I stormed off, grumbling. How dare he? How dare he even consider that he's better than me? I'll show him.

...and...FIN. TA DA! Now, you know how I work, don't you? You have to review 10 times for Von Karma's fanfic, and then 10 times on mine. So, as soon as they get there, I'll update. :D I'm evil!

FLAME ON!

~Laurels~