A/N: Hi! I have realised that when I updated the first two chapters I forgot a disclaimer so here we go.

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TSD2

While I'm washing my hands I start thinking about my summer at Camp Half-Blood. I had fun,but not the normal amount because Chiron was fired, Tatalus got his job, and Annabeth and Percy escaped.

I know what your think what the Hades? I'll start at the beginning.

Thalia, Zeus's daughter, was turned into tree by her father when she was dying trying to protect her friends Annabeth, Luke, and tree became apart of the magical boundaries that keep mortals and monsters out. The summer before this Luke poisoned her tree. Thalia's tree was dying and so were the boundaries.

Zeus blamed Chiron for it happening and gave him the old heave-ho. A prisoner from the underworld named Tantalus, who is damned for eternity, you don't want to know why, trust me, replaced him.

Tantalus gave Clarisse a mean, daughter of Ares the quest to get the Golden Fleece, which she went on by herself. (The nerve!) Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson, a cyclops, ran away from

camp to help and save our friend Grover who is a satyr.

I wanted to go with them, but Annabeth didn't tell me they were leaving.

After a few days Clarisse came back with the Golden Fleece, which was immediately put on Thalia's tree. The day after Clarisse came, Annabeth, Percy, Tyson, and Grover arrived back camp. I gave the wisdom goddess's daughter a talking to. In the end she agreed not leave on quest again without at least telling me first.

The Golden Fleece worked a little too well on Thalia's tree and she is now alive and a demigod again.

She seems nice enough; Annabeth always spoke highly of her so I'm excited to get to know her.

I think about punk Thalia, with her electric blue eyes and black hair. She reminds me of someone else I meet this summer.

His hair and eyes are midnight black, and some people may say his goth. I say he is just embracing his dad, Hades the Lord of Death.

Nico di Angleo a 15 year old son of death I met here in London.

Long ago Hecate had taken the trace off of me, so I can use magic freely. I apparated out of 12 Grimwald place, and into London. I was walking around the street, when a dark haired boy caught my eye. He a look about him, that was familiar, so I did a spell.

"Patet conspectu" I whisper. I created this spell so I can tell if someone is a demigod, and who their parent is. I could see Nico clearly then.

"Hi," I said sliding next to the boy on the wall.

"Hey," he said without looking at me. He had an American accent.

"I know something about you," I say trying to get to the point.

It definitely caught his attention "What," the Dark haired boy had asked nervously.

"I know your different, and so is your dad," I replied.

"How did you get this information?" He asked softly.

"My mother is special, too." I said.

"Oh,"

"You know the Greek gods, they're real, and your dad is one of them. You are a demigod" I said.

"And you are?" he asked

"One, too," I had replied.

" I meant your name, red." midnight haired boy had said.

"Ginny Weasley," I continued, "daughter of Aphrodite the goddess of Love and Beauty. And your name?"

"Nico di Angleo." Nico sighed.

"Okay, do you know who your dad is?"

Nico shook his head. I grinned.

"I know your dad," I had said. "Hades, God of the Dead."

I could feel an almost grim smile appearance.

"Of course he is." he said his voice dripping sarcasm.

"There is a place for you to go," I said.

He turned to me with eyes that you couldn't tell from the pupil. "Where?" he asked, his voice could almost be categorized as desperate.

"Camp Half-Blood, Long Island, New York." I said staring at him.

"America ? I can't afford to go back there." He said in a hollow voice.

"Do you know where a convince store is?" I asked.

He looked at me confused. "Just down the street."

"Okay, come with me," I grab his hand, and pull him.

I bought a spray bottle, and a water bottle. I made a rainbow, and took out a Drachma.

"Watch and learn," I said to Nico.

He raised an eyebrow.

I through the gold coin through the rainbow, and spoke the words, "Oh, Iris goddess of Rainbows please except my offering. Chiron, Camp Half-Blood, NY."

Chiron appeared, Nico flinched.

Chiron was aware of my situation, being a witch, but he still looked surprised to see me not at camp.

"Hi, Chiron I just found Nico," I said point at him, "A son of... one of the gods." I had decide not tell Chiron Nico is the death god's son, for the Big Three made an oath not to have kids, that Zeus, and Poseidon had both broke, and now Hades has, too.

"Very well,"Chiron says, "I will send someone to collect him in three days time, and Ms. Weasley, you should probably make yourself er. . . scarce when they arrive."

"Yes, Chiron." I said.

I hid Nico in the apartment building, and visited him everyday until they picked him up. We became rather good friends. I made him promise not to tell them I found him. He agreed and didn't ask why which is good I didn't want to oblivate him.

I smile thinking about Nico, he is nice and will probably make a good friend.

I dry my hands and walk out of the bathroom, and down the stairs. When in the kitchen I sit down and prepare myself for another meal with the Order of the Phoenix.

I walk into the kitchen. A long table with many mismatched chairs in the middle is filled with papers, empty goblets, and wine bottles, and a rather large amount of rags, oh wait never mind that's just Mundungus, an idiot wizard.

Harry and Sirius walk in, Mundungus jerks awake.

"Some'n say m'name?" He asks sleepily. "I 'gree with Sirius . . ."

The drunk makes me think about how bad Mr.D must have been when he was allowed wine. I giggle.

I walk over to the dresser that stores the cutlery; I can't hear the conversation anymore. My mum would be angry if I didn't.

Tonks starts rushing towards me, knocking over a chair in the process. She helps me set everything.

I like Tonks, she's nice. Plus she has a habit of transforming herself to make me laugh. Tonks is a metamorphmagus, she can change her form.

"Hi," I say slowly.

"Hiya!" Tonks says enthusiastically.

"So you helped Mad-eye get Harry here?" I ask carefully.

"Yep, it was a nice change. I'm tired of doing nothing," She says.

Nothing? if the Order is really doing nothing what is with the bloody meetings!

"Oh," I nod.

We finish set the table, and head to find seats. I sit next to Hermione and across from Tonks.

I hear my mum start to scream.

"Fred-George- NO, JUST CARRY THEM!"

Everyone dove from the table. A Moment later a large cauldron of stew, an iron flagon of butterbeer, and a heavy wooden breadboard with a knife flew toward them.

The cauldron skidded to the end almost falling over, causing a long black burn the length of the table. Butterbeer covered everything, and the knife land right where Siruis hand had been. Tyche, the Greek goddess of luck, must be in a good mood today; I silently thanked her.

"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!" Oh, Fred and George are going to get it now. "THERE IS NO NEED- I'VE HAD ENOUGH- JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERYTHING!" My mum yells.

I start to laugh as does Tonks, Sirius, and Harry. Fred tries to apologize to Sirius but it just makes him laugh harder. Mundungus starts swearing, loudly.

"Boys," my dad says, moving the stew,"your mother's right, you're supposed to show a sense of responsibility now you've come of age-"

"-none of your brothers caused this sort of trouble!" my mum continues, "Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't charm everything he met! Percy-"

I grimace, my mum stops short.

"Let's eat," says Bill quickly.

"It looks wonderful, Molly," says Lupin, make her plate for her.

We just seat there, quietly eating. It was getting annoy, I was close to coming out and asking Lupin if he had ever meet a party pony! Just to start a conversation.

I open my mouth, but hear my mum so I close it.

"I've been meaning to tell you, there's something trapped in the writing desk in the drawing room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course-"

I stop listening, and start watching Tonks doing our annual dinner treat. Hermione and I called out faces and Tonks morphes.

I start laughing, Tonks changes her nose to look beaklike and like Snape's, then it got smaller looking like a button mushroom. Lastly, it sprouted a ton of hair from each nostril. Hermione and I start giggling.

"Do that one like a pig snout, Tonks," I ask.

Tonks does it goes, on and on as Hermione and I call out more and more types.

Tonks gets pulled into a conversation with Lupin, and Hermione starts to talk to Ron.

I pick up Butterbeer corks and roll them to Crookshanks, Hermione's cat.

"Nearly time for bed, I think," says my mum yawning.

"Not just yet, Molly," Sirius says, looking at Harry. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldermort."

Nobody looks tried anymore. At the sound of Voldermort's name everyone stiffened and tensed.

"I did!" Harry says indignantly. Oh, how much like Percy Jackson when raging. "I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so-"

"And they're quite right," my mum says. "You're too young."

Yeah, right mom! I've been fighting monsters since age 5. I know how to defend myself! I am have fought Clarisse, a daughter of Ares, after making her Mad. I am fighting a dark wizard and a bloody Titan at the same time! I can handle knowing what's going on.

"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" Sirius says. I smile. "Harry has been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got a right to know what's been happen-"

"Hang on!" interrupted George loudly.

"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" Fred says angrily.

"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" George says.

"You're too young, you're not in the Order," Fred says sounding just like his real mum and, I guess, my foster mum. "Harry's not even age!"

"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's 's your parents' decision." Sirius says, I send my dad a look, his eyes won't meet mine. " Harry, on the other hand-"

"It'd not down to you decide what's good for Harry!" Mum says. Her usually sweet face dangerous. "You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"

"The bit about not telling Harry more than He needs to know," says Mum.

I watch slightly opened mouth, kneeling on the ground with the Butterbeer corks.

"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly. But as he was the one who saw Voldermort come back, he has more right than most to-"

"He's not a member of the Order! He's only fifteen and-"

"-and he's dealt with as much as most in the Order," says Sirius, "and more than some-"

"No one's denying what he's done! But he's still-"

"He is not a child!" Sirius says annoyed.

"He's not James!"

"I know who is, Molly. Trust me, I know," Sirius says coldly.

"I'm don't think you do! Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's like you think you've got your best friend back!"

"What's wrong with that?" Harry asks.

"what's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him! You are still at school and adults responsible for you shouldn't forget it!"

"Meaning I'm irresponsible godfather?" Sirius's voice raising. I flinch.

I stop listening, fighting with swords or wands I can handle, but words, they can leave scars that can't heal, not ever.

"Ginny-" I hear my mum saying." Ron-Hermoine- Fred - George- I want you out of this kitchen, now."

" No," I scream along with all the other a mentioned.

"We're of age!" Fred and George yell.

"If Harry's allowed, why can't I ?" shouted Ron.

"Mum, I want to!" I wail.

"NO! I absolutely forbid-"

"Fred and George can, they're adults," Dad says.

"I -oh all, right then, Fred George can stay but Ron-"

"Harry'll tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway!" says Ron hotly. "Won't - won't you?" he adds uncertainly, meeting Harry eyes.

"'Course I will,"

I try to meet his eyes but can't catch them.

"Fine!" mum shouts, " Fine! Ginny - BED!"

I scream and yell all the way up the stairs, banging my feet. When get to my bedroom. I close the door and head to the bathroom.

I turn on the water, seeing a rainbow in it I smile. I pull a drachma from my pocket and chant.

"Sirius Black, 12 Grimwauld Place," an image appears and shimmers. Then, I can see and hear the kitchen without anyone know because the mist.

I smile and kick back and watch the show. After, it ends I crawl into bed thinking about everything Sirius said tonight.