─── THE ESCAPE OF THE BRAZILIAN BOA CONSTRICTOR EARNED HYACINTH HER LONGEST PUNISHMENT EVER.

"I will show them the meaning of punishment! Those sick mortal!" Amphrite spats with disgust.

"I am with you!" Triton and Percy shouts out loud.

By the time she was allowed out of her cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had
already broken his new cine-camera, crashed his remote control aeroplane and, first time on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.

Hyacinth was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Hyacinth-hunting.

"How dare those filth." Zephyrus scoffed angrily, clenching his hand tightly.

"I will do the pleasure to hunt them, myself." Artemis smiles scarily.

This was why Hyacinth spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where she could see a tiny ray of hope.

When September came she would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in her life, she wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had a place at
Uncle Vernon's old school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there, too.

Hyacinth, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local comprehensive. Dudley thought this was very funny. "They stuff people's heads down the toilet first day at
Stonewall," he told Hyacinth. "Want to come upstairs and practise?"

"Hmfp, sorry Lily but your nephew is very ugg, very disgusting." Marlene sighs annoyed.

"I know, even I am disgust." Lily sighs shaking her head in disbelief.

"No thanks," said Hyacinth. "The
poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it might be sick." Then she ran giggling, before Dudley could work out
what she'd said.

James chuckles, "That's my princess!"

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London probably. Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Hyacinth's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smeltings stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table.

They heard the click of the letter-box and flop of letters on the doormat. "Get the post, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. "Make Hyacinth get it."

"Get the post, Hyacinth."

"I am still scared to look at my
mother in the eyes and he- is
literraly commanding them!" Evan Rosier murmured.

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke her with your smeltings stick, Dudley." Hyacinth dodged the Smeltings stick and went to get the post. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was holidaying on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill and- a letter for Hyacinth.

"Mortals are really stupid little
things." Orpheus, son of Apollo
muttered coldly.

"I am killing him." Astro growls.

Hyacinth picked it up and stared at it, her heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in her whole life, had written to her. Who would? She had no friends, no other relatives - she didn't belong to the library so she'd never even got rude notes asking for books back.

"She have me." Sirius frowns, "Me
too." Remus smiles.

Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so
plainly there could be no mistake:

ᴍɪss ʜ. ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴘʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɪʀs
4 ᴘʀɪᴠᴇᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ
ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʜɪɴɢɪɴɢ sᴜʀʀᴇʏ

"Wait a minute, you knew where she was and didn't help her?!" Percy growls angrily.

"My apology, but it's all done by magic. Dumbledore doesn't allow any of them to touch this." Euphemia who have passed most of her time at Hogwards explainly gently.

"Ok." Percy frowns and slowly pouts. Sirius as well start pouting.

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, her hand trembling, Hyacinth saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badgerand a snake surrounding a large letter 'H'.

"Hurry up, girl!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter-bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.

"It is not even funny." Laodamia Sparta exclaims in disbelief.

"Don't mind their stupidity, sister." Argalus Sparta, her brother tells her.

Hyacinth went back to the kitchen, still staring at her letter. She handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down and slowly began to open the yellow envelope. Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust and flipped over the postcard.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk ..." "Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Hyacinth got something!"

"That fucking snitch!" Sirius groans annoyed. "Wait! Prongs that must be
her letter!"

"Her letter?" Persephone asks curiously, while Hades keep his arm tightly around her waist.

"Hogwards's letter, every magical children receive it at the age of eleven." Noticing thr Underworld God's displease at his Queen talking to Sirius, Lily decide to reply polite.

"Oh, thank you." Persephone nodsgrateful and smile lightly.

"How polite, even Athena is not that polite." She thinks to herself content with the demigoddess's politeness.

Hyacinth was on the point of unfolding her letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of her hand by Uncle Vernon.

"That's mine!" said Hyacinth, trying to snatch it back.

"I am totally yours." Apollo says without hesitation, "I hope so." A gentle voice replies him making his heart skip a beat.

"Am I going crazy?" He smiles softly.

"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the greyish white of old porridge.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped. Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.

"Vernon! Oh my goodness - Vernon!"
They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Hyacinth and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smeltings stick.

Lucius snickers, his father would
kill him if he ever do that.

"I want to read that letter," he said loudly. "I want to read it," said Hyacinth furiously, "as it's mine." "Get out, both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope. Hyacinth didn't move.

"Good, don't let those pigs intimidate you!" Clarrise grins.

"Clarisse is being supportive?" Percy gasps dramatically which made many asks themselves if he was not a Black.

"I WANT MY LETTER!" she shouted.
"Let me see it!" demanded Dudley.
"OUT!" roared Uncle Vernon, and he took both Hyacinth and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them.

Dudley promptly had a furious but silent listen at the keyhole. Hyacinth lean against the wall and listened to them silently.

"Smart." Zephyrus mutters, "What is smart about this?" Annabeth asks.

Zephyrus rolls his eyes at the foolish girl. "If she had listen to the key-hole, the pig boy would have push her and she would have gotten hurt." He replies coldly.

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address- how could they possibly know where she sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house?"

"Watching- spying- might be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon wildly. "But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want-" Hyacinth could hear Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.

"No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer ... yes, that's best ... we won't do anything ..." "But -" "I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took her in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"

That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited Hyacinth in her cupboard. "Where's my letter?" said Hyacinth, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door.

"My daughter is so brave." Lily mutters softly, her heart aching to hug her sweet daughter.

"Who's writing to me?" "No one. It was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it." "It was not a mistake," said Hyacinth calmly. "It had my cupboard on it."

"SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling making Hyacinth flinch.

"Hades, once he is dead, keep that soul for me." Apollo states, cold and firm, surprising even his uncles.

"Hm, fine." Hades shrugs, minding his own business.

He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful. "Er- yes, Hyacinth- about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking, you're really getting a bit big for it, we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."

"THEY HAD A SECOND BEDROOM?!" Euphemia clenches her hand tightly.

"And they still made her sleep in that cupboard!" Demeter grits her teeth.

Hecate glares at the screen, "How dare they even touch my Chosen one?"

"Why?" said Hyacinth curiously.

Apollo sighs, she was curious as always even as Hyacinthus-he was still curious.

Apollo remembers how Hyacinthus would question him, wanting to know everything about him.

Hestia humms a melody to herself while watching the screen. "I shall bless this sweeatheart when the moment come."

"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."
The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom.

It only took Hyacinth one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. She sat down on the bed and stared around her. Nearly everything in here was broken.

The monthold cine-camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over next door's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favourite programme had been cancelled;

"Tsk, when she come to Potter Manor, she will have everything!" Fleamont scoffs.

"I agree, husband."

there was a large birdcage which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air-rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were full of books.

They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched. From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his
mother: "I don't want him in there, I need that room ... make her get out..."

Hyacinth sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday she'd have given anything to be up here. Today she'd rather be back in her cupboard with that letter than up here without it.

Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smeltings stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof and he still didn't have his room back.

"What a spoiled brat." Narcissa mutters.

"Couldn't say it better." Andromeda scoffs.

Hyacinth was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing she'd opened the letter in the hall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly. When the post arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Hyacinth, made Dudley go and get it.

They heard him banging things with his smeltings stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one! Miss H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive -" With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Hyacinth right behind him.

"Will they keep sending it?"

Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Hyacinth had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind. After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smeltings stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Hyacinth's letter clutched in his hand.

"Gasping for-"

"Air? He should be dead then." Trovis and Conner Stoll smirks.

"Go to your cupboard - I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Hyacinth. "Dudley - go - just go." Hyacinth walked round and round his new room. Someone knew she had moved out of her cupboard and they seemed to know she hadn't received her first letter.

"Poor girl." Will exclaim gently.

"You do know that she is your father's lover?" Piper raises a brow.

"I know, I will call her mother soon." Will smiles brightly while Apollo nods approvingly.

Nico sighs.

"Is that the letter you talked about?" She murmured to herself. To anyone it might seem crazy but she was not.

"See? I talk alone too." Nico mutters.

"You talks with Ghosts." Percy and Astro chuckles.

"ɪᴛ ɪs, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss. ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴏɴᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ." A chilly cold voice replied.

"AHH!!"

"What the- Grover!" Astro laughs.

Percy smiles.

"They are like you two." Remus looks at James and Sirius who smiles.

"Okay, I will try my best." Hyacinth replied softly. And this time she'd make sure no one would catched it. She had a plan.