Those Days Where I Hate Being A Demigod.

After that little insanity attack, I have been very cautious- so has dad, mind you. I can't go anywhere without a guardian or something. It is quite annoying, actually.

I can't go to the kitchen without Harry or somebody. When I go to the bathroom?

Somebody (usually my dad) is outside that stupid, idiotic door! I mean, gods, dad, it's the bathroom.

When I sleep?

Oh gods you really don't want to know.

But I'm going to tell you anyway. You know you love me.

I sleep, in my bed that's in my room, but dad has put his bed in my room as well. Don't you think that that's a bit obsessive?

A bit?

Pardon me- I mean VERY obsessive.

However, that's not even the worst part of it- dad won't let me go to the Qudditch World Cup. It's the Bulgarians against the Irish! It's got to be good! Even Hermione is going- and she isn't really a Qudditch fan...

I love Qudditch, if you didn't know that already. I am planning on trying out for the Qudditch team this year.

Today, Harry went over to the Burrow. Dad, again, wouldn't let me go, because somehow I'd never leave...

Probably the truth.

So, surprisingly, I was left home alone! Dad was having dinner there, so I was alone. I took the time to practice with my sword and dagger and spear.

Yea, yea, dad said no training in the house. I'm technically not training- I'm practicing.

For practicing today, I wore a dark blue sports bra, a pair of black basketball shorts, some Nike sneakers, and ankle socks. Today, courtesy to my metamorphogus powers, my hair was a nice bright blonde in a pony, and tan skin with stormy grey eyes. I looked like a real Athena kid. It made me feel good.

Anyway, I was practicing my archery, and my aim was off because I heard a creak from Kreacher the house elf moving. I ended up hitting my dad's favorite vase.

Yes, my father, Sirius Orion Black has a favorite flower vase.....

It is quite disturbing and weird, really...

My stormy grey eyes widened and I fretted on what to do. I can't really use magic at the moment, now, can I?

I think the worry that filled my veins made my brain tick, because that was when I began to shake. All of my weapons disappeared back into my room (thank you, Kreacher, he actually likes me, which is actually a good thing), and I remember falling down against the couch.

I saw my arms shake, and I closed my eyes and covered my ears.

I could hear them.

I could hear the voices.

"Come on, Adele. You know you'll never escape."

"Why!?"

"Because this voice is you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you! And the Labyrinth brought this out in you."

The voice then was gone. I scream singed to myself.

"THE STAIRS CREAK

THEY'RE KEEPING ME AWAKE

IT'S THE HOUSE TELLING

YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES.

SOMEDAYS I CAN'T

EVEN TRUST MYSELF.

IT'S KILLING ME TO SEE

YOU THIS WAY.

THOUGH THE TRUTH MAY

BURY THIS

SHIP WILL CARRY ON

BODIES SAFE TO SHORE!!!!

YOU'RE GONE, GONE

GONE AWAY

I WISH I'D DISAPPEAR

ALL THAT'S LEFT

IS A GHOST OF YOU

TORN, TORN, TORN APART

THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO

JUST LET ME GO

WITH YOU

THOUGH THE TRUTH MAY

BURY THIS

SHIP WILL CARRY ON-

BODIES SAFE TO SHORE!!!!"

That's when I passed out, swimming into the blackness.

George's P.O.V.

"So why can't Adele could have come to dinner?" mum asked Adele's father, curious.

"She'd want to stay- and I didn't want her to...."

"Collapse?" Ron offered.

"Yea, collapse."

"We've been keeping an eye on her. Never leave her alone." Harry informed us.

"Then who the hell is with her right now?" I suspiciously asked, raising one of my ginger eyebrows.

Mr. Black and Harry paled.

"I'll go check on her, you lot stay and eat." Hermione said.

Hermione's P.O.V.

I flooed to 12 Grimmuald Place to check on Adele.

I heard her scream singing those words that she sung last week. I paled, and watched her collapse.

I screamed, and sadly, the fire was still going because I was still in the fire, and people heard me.

"ADELE!? ADELE!? WAKE UP!"

I screamed, scared that she'd never awaken.

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Here's the next chapter.

Dramatic, yet again!!!

~Madison