max artemis potter: Well, it depends on what exactly you mean by "find out". They know she exists- -or at least Ron does, but as I have said already countless times before, their part in this story will be minimal. And well I do plan to have at least one more scene with Ron in it, they will not be finding out about Annabeth's demigodessness (is that a word?)

Cookie05: Thank you :)

darklilyofthevalley: I'm glad you think so. In this chapter, more of Theodore's past is revealed.

Annabeth did not trust Nott. He was far too knowing, and awfully observant. But it was more than that; it seemed that every time she so much as looked at him, chills ran down her spine. There was definitely something very wrong with that boy.

With her recently obtained Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder is one hand (courtesy of the twins,) and her wand gripped tightly in the other, Annabeth slowly made her way down the seventh floor corridor. She had a plan it something were to go wrong - - several, in fact. But no matter how many times she went over her emergency escapes, Annabeth still could not help but feel that something was off. Taking a deep breath and concentrating with all of her might, Annabeth paced back and fourth in front of the unseen door three times.

The entrance to the magical room appeared, and Annabeth stepped inside with baited breath. She gripped her wand so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white, but she hardly noticed.

"Hello?" she called, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible. "Nott, are you there?"

The room looked the same as ever. Dog toys lying around, a grassy area in the corner, and a nice, large bed for the terrier. Annabeth supposed the room had different looks to it, depending on the user's needs, but she liked this setting. It made her feel comfortable. She kicked aside a (now dismantled) teddy bear, and walked forward.

Canis, who had until then been sleeping peacefully in his doggie bed, perked up his ears at the sound of her footsteps. He opened one eye at Annabeth and his tails thumped happily.

"Take a seat, Miss Chase."

Annabeth jumped and turned around. Theodore Nott was in a cosy sitting area in the farthest corner of the room. She hadn't remembered that being there before. The Slytherin boy had been so quiet that she didn't even noticed him.

She sat down in an armchair across from him, never once taking her eyes off of the boy. Oddly, he was not looking at her at all. Nott's eyes were focused on a piece of parchment in his lap. The parchment was laid on top of a book as he wrote.

"What are you writing?" Annabeth asked curiously.

There was a strange look in Nott's eyes. He seemed distant, and maybe even a bit sad. Annabeth was surprised that the boy could show any emotion at all.

He did not answer right away, continuing to write as she hadn't spoken at all. Finally, he put down the quill and said quietly, "My father."

"What about him?" Annabeth had noticed that most Slytherins seemed to be constantly bragging about how important their parents were.

"That's who I'm writing to," he replied. "He likes to . . . keep a tab on things."

"Oh," Annabeth said. She had expected more. Vaisey had said something about the Notts, hadn't he? He had said they were supporters of You-Know-Who. She shuddered. Was she in the room with a future murderer? Or perhaps he was one already.

The two sat in silence for a few more moments as Theodore finished his letter. When he was done, Nott put in down on the side table next to his chair. He looked up at her. "Now, before we begin, you must understand that nobody can know about this. Is that crystal clear?"

Annabeth nodded.

"Good. But just incase . . . " he pulled out something from his pocket. "Here," he said, handing it to her, "sign this."

The daughter of Athena eyed Nott suspiciously. "What is it?" she demanded.

"A contract. It is a magical bind that assures me that you will not tell a soul."

"Or what?" she asked, unable to keep her voice from quivering slightly.

"Let's just say . . . you don't want to find out."

Annabeth couldn't believe it. The boy was blackmailing her! Annabeth hated when someone got the better of her. She should have seen this coming. But it was too late to back out now. She signed her name in Ancient Greek just for the heck of it. "Now will you tell me what the heck this is about?"

He chuckled. "Eager, are we? Very well. What do you know about oracles?"

Annabeth looked at him a bit oddly. Oracles? Had she heard that right? She had expected something bigger. But by the look of anticipation - - almost desperation in his eyes, she had a feeling that it was more than it seemed. "I know they can see the future. Oracles usually give prophecies in a form of a rhyme or riddle to make it more enigmatic sounding, and they usually have double meanings." That made Annabeth think about the prophecy Chiron had told her about last year. She really, really hoped that had a double meaning. "Why do you ask?"

Theodore took a deep breath. "What happens to oracles after the person dies? Do they vanish along with them?"

"No," Annabeth said, "normally they go into a different person. Although, I suppose there are times when they do stay in the body. Like at camp, we have the oracle of Del- -" Annabeth stopped. How could she have been so stupid? She silently cursed her own foolishness.

Nott looked at her curiously. "Camp?" he repeated. "What camp? What oracle? What are you talking about?"

Annabeth waved her hand dismissively. "Never mind that. Who were you referring to?"

When Nott spoke, he wasn't looking at her. He was staring into blank space, and spoke with a distant voice. "My mother died when I was eight. She was always a bit off. Sometimes she would randomly break into fits , and scream strange things. Occasionally she spoke with this strange sort of voice, as if there were three of her. It was like someone was possessing her body. And her eyes. . . they would glow." He shuddered, clearly disturbed by the memory.

Annabeth tried not to look too shocked. She had seen someone of that description before . . . Luke's mother. The encounter had not gone well.

"Dad always said she wasn't quite there, but he never said why. It started getting really bad when I was around five. Mother began having these fits more and more often- - sometimes as much as two, three times a day. Dad would have to lock her up in a closet whenever we had company." His voice cracked and Nott paused, quickly regaining his composure. Then, in his normal voice continued, "And then, one day, my Mum completely lost it. She went mad, running around the house, taring out her hair. And . . . and then she took out a knife and I freaked out. I pulled out Dad's wand and said the only spell I knew. I had heard Dad use when working with Mudbloods. - - I don't believe I was thinking straight at the time . . . " his eyes began to water, and a tissue box appeared out of nowhere. Nott scowled, but took one anyway. The older boy quickly wiped his eyes.

Annabeth was startled. "I'm sorry," she said, unsure of what else to do. She waited a couple seconds, thinking that Theodore would burst into tears, but he didn't.

"Sometime later I looked into that closet," he continued darkly, "she had written on the walls. Some of it was in English, but the rest was in a strange language. I quickly wrote it down on a spare piece of parchment, because I knew that father would get rid of it as soon as if found the writings. He found out not long after I. He, as I predicted tried to jinx the writing off of the wall, but for some unknown reason, he was unable to. But try he did! Father spent weeks attempting to vanish it, but nothing worked. Meanwhile, I continued to study the documents. I knew I had seen the writing somewhere before, but I couldn't recall exactly where."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Stop the drama and just cut to the chase."

He glared at her, but complied to her wish. "On my tenth birthday, the Malfoys and my family went to Athens. - - That's in Greece," he added, for clarification.

"I know where it is!"

"Anyway, we were visiting one of the ancient temples, and that was when I saw it! I recognized some of the writing on it. It matched the writing on the wall. I tried to see if any of the words were identical - -I always kept the parchment with me. But I was soon dragged away, because apparently Draco got bored and was whining. So I dived into as many books as I could get my hands on, trying to decode the message." He shrugged. "I'm not quite sure what I found so compelling about the object - -I always like a good challenge. I began taking Ancient Runes in my third year, and last year I had finally began to complete the message. See for yourself." He pulled out a very old piece of parchment. It was full of scribbles and cross-outs.

Annabeth studied the content. It was then she realized just how deep a hole she had dug herself into.

Note: I noticed how when I started putting the Harry Potter facts/random facts that people stopped commenting on the story itself and just focused on those. I'm glad that everybody likes the little facts, but if you are going to review, could you say what you think about the story also?

Because I did not do one last chapter, I am doing two Potter facts and two miscellaneous facts:

HP fact: The actors of Harry Potter often snuck some of the prop food on set. During the thrid film, the producers told the child actors that the sweets in Honeydukes were laquer-coated so that they wouldn't sneak it during their breaks. Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy) actually had to have the pockets to his robes sown shut because he kept taking food in between scenes.

HP fact 2: James Sirius Potter, Harry's oldest son, stole the Marauder's Map from his father's desk.

Random fact: The Wire-Coated Fox Terrier is a dog breed that was owned by both Einstein and Darwin.

Random fact 2: In order to be diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome (a type of high-functioning autism) one needs to have AT LEAST average intelligence.

Wow. I have way too much free time. . . anyway, REVIEW!