HE GRINNED AT HYACINTH'S AMAZEMENT.

They stepped through the archway. Hyacinth looked quickly over her shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall. The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver, Self-Stirring, Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them. "Yeah, you'll be needin' one," said Hagrid, "but we gotta get yer money first."

Hyacinth wished she had about eight more eyes. She turned her head in every
direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad...."

"I always felt some kind of sympathy for short people." Teases Connor and Travis.

Astor raises a brow somewhat offend, considering he was shorter than the twin.

A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl
Emporium - Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of
about Hyacinth's age had their noses pressed against a window with
broomsticks in it.

"Look," Hyacinth heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand- fastest ever-" There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Hyacinth had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes,
tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon....

"Can we go there at least once in out pitiful, dangerous, boring, chaotic life?" Percy sighs
looking at his girlfriend with his beautiful sea green fish eyes.

"You can tell your bestfriend to take you." Says Annabeth, refering to Astro who was eating gummies given by Thanatos.

He turns to his bestfriend. "Bestie?" Astro raises a brow, quiet amuse. "Yes, little sea spawn?" Replies Astro with a familiar grin.

"Gotta take me there, please?"

"Of course." Percy grins. Annabeth asks herself if Percy was dating her or Astro.
Not that she mind, they were hot together and both love her and eachother. And Percy deserves all the love in the world and a big break from Olympus and those Gods.

"Gringotts," said Hagrid.

"What is Gringotts?" Piper asks Lily gently, she was smiling. Lily chuckles, "She really is a daughter of Aphrodite." She thinks before answering the young girl. "It's a bank." She nods. "Thank you." Says Piper.

"No problem."

They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was - "Yeah, that's a goblin," said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward her. The goblin was about a head shorter than Hyacinth. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Hyacinth noticed, very long fingers and feet.

She bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

"She bows to Goblins?" Says Lucius in disgust. Tsk.

"GOBLINS EXIST?!"

"God, you can be to loud Travis." Complains Clarisse. "Want me to show you how loud I can be?" Chrus narrows his eyes.

"Stay. Fifteen. Meters. Away. From. My. Girl. Dear brothers." Travis smirks at his half brother' protectiveness toward his fabulous girlfriend.

"I was just joking." He pouts.

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

"Okay, that was quiet threatening.."

"Like I said, Yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it," said Hagrid. A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses.

There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Hagrid and Hyacinth made for the counter. "Morning," said Hagrid to a free goblin.

"We've come ter take some money outta Miss. Hyacinth Potter's safe."

"You have her key, Sir?"

"He shouldn't even have her key to start with." James mutters. He was too nice it seem. Now it was getting back to him. He
hopes his daughter was not too merciful.

"Got it here somewhere," said Hagrid, and he started emptying his pockets onto the counter, scattering a handful of moldy dog biscuits over the goblin's book of numbers. The goblin wrinkled his nose. Hyacinth watched the goblin on their right weighing a pile of rubies as big as glowing coals.

"Got it," said Hagrid at last, holding up a tiny golden key. The goblin looked at it closely. "That seems to be in order."
"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid
importantly, throwing out his chest. "It's about the You Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen." The goblin read the letter carefully. "Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have Someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"

Griphook was yet another goblin. Once Hagrid had crammed all the dog
biscuits back inside his pockets, he and Hyacinth followed Griphook toward
one of the doors leading off the hall.

"What's the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" Hyacinth
asked. "Can't tell yeh that," said Hagrid mysteriously. "Very secret. Hogwarts
business. Dumbledore's trusted me. More'n my job's worth ter tell yeh that."

"Are we sure he is not a kid of Zeus? I mean Dumbledore look a lot like Zeus and have the same shitty and stupid goat attitude  however That Dumbledore is not a man whore." Explains Percy, making every of his words koud and clear.

Zeus was furious. He want to crush that arrogan boy of the sea with his lighting bolt. But he was sure that Poseidon would drown him and Olympus before it even happen.

Griphook held the door open for them. Hyacinth, who had expected more marble, was surprised. They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed in- Hagrid with some difficulty- and were off.

At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Hyacinth tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.

Hyacinth's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but she kept them wide open. Once, she thought she saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but too late, they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.

"I never know," Hyacinth called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, "what's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?"

"A Stalactites grow down from the cave ceiling, while stalagmites grow up from the cave floor. It's easy to remember which is which: Stalactites have a "T" for top and stalagmites have a "G" for ground." Athena replies with a proud smile.

"I never knew." Says Sirius "Me too." The Stoll twins adds along side Astro who was bored.

"So stalactites grow down and Stalagmites up?" Percy tilts his head.

"Yep!" James agrees.

Lily, Regulus and Annabeth with Astro facepalms, they couldn't believe the amount of stupidy in those two's brains.

"I think they share the same braincell." Lily muses to the other three. "Oh they totally do." Annabeth agrees. Astro and Regulus stares at each other then shrugs.

"Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid.

"Is he serious right now?" Says Athena in disbelief.

"My Lady please refrain from saying serious." Says Remus while sweatdropping.

"Why?" Demands Athena.

"Its Sirius! Not sirious." Groans Sirius.

"Oh..." Athena looks at Remus and nods. "I get it now."

"An' don' ask me questions just now, I think I'm gonna be sick." He did look very green, and when the cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall, Hagrid got out and had to lean against the wall to stop his knees from trembling.

Griphook unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, Hyacinth gasped. Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze Knuts.

"All yours," smiled Hagrid.

"She is really rich-rich."

"Come one goldie!"

Those Gods were not even surprise. After all their richess couldn't be compare to that mortal. Her existence was just as low any any other mortal and she was just a tragedy like many others. Hyacinth Potter or as his former name, Hyacinthus Sparta, was  not important. She or he was below Gods.

If only they know.

All Hyacinth's, it was incredible. The Dursleys couldn't have known about
this or they'd have had it from her faster than blinking. How often had they complained how much Hyacinth cost them to keep? And all the time there
had been a small fortune belonging to her, buried deep under London.

Hagrid helped Hyacinth pile some of it into a bag. "The gold ones are Galleons," he explained. "Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, it's easy enough. Right, that should be enough fer a couple o' terms, we'll keep the rest safe for yeh."

"This is just her vault. If we add Sirius's with mine and the Potter's along side the Perevell, my daughter is the richest girl alive in the Wizard World." James grins with a proud glint if his shiny brown eyes.

"You forgot the Black's fortune. She is my goddaughter after all." Lucius didn't like that at all. The Black fortune is supose to be Draco and Narcissa's.

He turned to Griphook. "Vault seven hundred and thirteen now, please, and can we go more slowly?" "One speed only," said Griphook. They were going even deeper now and gathering speed. The air became colder and colder as they hurtled round tight corners. They went rattling over an underground ravine, and Hyacinth leaned over the side to try to see what was down at the dark bottom, but Hagrid groaned and pulled him back by the scruff of his neck.

Vault seven hundred and thirteen had no keyhole. "Stand back," said Griphook importantly. He stroked the door gently with one of his long fingers and it simply melted away.

"If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and trapped in there," said Griphook.

"How often do you check to see if anyone's inside?" Hyacinth asked. "About once every ten years," said Griphook with a rather nasty grin. Something really extraordinary had to be inside this top security vault,
Hyacinth was sure, and she leaned forward eagerly, expecting to see fabulous jewels at the very least but at first he thought it was empty.

"Goblins are actyally quiet sly and cunning." Notes Annabeth.

"Not now, love." Sighs Percy with a smiles.

Then she noticed a grubby little package wrapped up in brown paper lying on
the floor. Hagrid picked it up and tucked it deep inside his coat. Hyacinth longed to know what it was, but knew better than to ask.

"Come on, back in this infernal cart, and don't talk to me on the way back, it's best if I keep me mouth shut," said Hagrid.

One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Hyacinth didn't know where to run first now that she had a bag full of money. She didn't have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that she was holding more money than she'd had in her whole life- more money than even Dudley had ever had.

"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen here, Hyacinth would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick- me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts." He did still look a bit sick, so Hyacinth entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous.

"She looks to skinny and petite." Observes Lily with her green emerald eyes shining brightly and dangerously. "I will kill those filth who dare themselves my family." She mutters.

James finds himself agreeing with his wife. But that also didn't stop hin from simping for her as he always does. "My wife is so dangetously beautiful!" He whistles with a smile. "Right Reggie?"

Regulus rolls his eyes and nod with a small smile. "Yes, James. You and her are insanely hot." James' eyes light up like he just heard a miracle.

To say, many are shock at his choice of words. The Regulus tht know would never say something like this to Golden boy, James Potter and the muggle born Lily evans who they recently find out was a demigoddess.

"Regulus Arcturus Black." Sirius turns to him. "And James Fleamont Potter. I swear you both are always so damn clingy." He says with a groan.

"Look who is talking." Lily points out.

"Remus can't even pass a day without you annoying the hell out of him, Sirius." Says Regulus.

"Thats a different, he is my boyfriend." Pout Sirius.

"So is James." Regulus whispers yet nobody heard except Lily, James, Remus and Percy.

"Wise girl, Starboy, you will never know what I just heard." Percy smiles guidily. "Spoil it." Says Astro and Annabeth curious.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. "Hogwarts, clear?" she said, when Hyacinth started to speak. "Got the lot here- another young woman being fitted up just now, in fact. "

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Hyacinth on a stool next to him) slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Spoil brat alert." Astro scoffs.

Clarisse raises a brow. "Want me tk put some sense in him?" She asks Astro.

"Yes." Chris sweatdrops at Astro's answer.

"Yes," said Hyacinth.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to took at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Regulus snorts. Pale face, blonde hair with grey-blue eyes. 'He is totally Lucius' spawn."
A sigh of resignation escape him. Great a new spoiled brat.

Lucius frowns. Was someone insulting him?

Hyacinth was strongly reminded of Dudley.

Apollo feels his fingers twitch. He will need to teach those people some lesson. Nobody hurts whats his. Not even himself. And she is his. Forever. No more tragedy. Only her.

"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on. "No," said Hyacinth. "Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," Hyacinth said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.

"OH HELL NO!" Sirius and James feels so offend. How could someone be so cruel to
not teach their prongslette how to play quidditch. Sirius will have a serious talk with Petunia. He will burn all her petals.

"I do, Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" "No," said Hyacinth, feeling more stupid by the minute.

"Little flower is smart. Hell, she is smarter than me." Rassures Astro. Hyacinth is his only safe place from his grandmother's constant violence and agressiveness. She
is the only who stay for him and love him.

She is his flower and he is her star. And today they were the only starflower. Two unbroken teenagers that survive wars and prophecies. They went from hell and back and never gave up on each other.y

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"Stupid pureblood and their stupid prejudice." Lily mutters.

"Mmm," said Hyacinth, wishing he could say something a bit more interesting.

"I say, look at that man!" said the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Hyacinth and pointing at
two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.

"That's Hagrid," said Hyacinth, pleased to know something the boy didn't. "He works at Hogwarts." "Oh," said the boy, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"

"Someone please give that brat a kick, his voice is annoying." Ares complains.

"He's the gamekeeper," said Hyacinth. She was liking the boy less and less every second.

"As she should."

"Not gonna lie,  I would too."

"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"I think he's brilliant," said Hyacinth coldly. "Do you?" said the boy, with a slight sneer. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ɴɪᴄᴇʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ." Hyacinth took a deep breath as she listened to Tom's instruction.

"They're dead," said Hyacinth shortly. She didn't feel much like going into the matter with this boy.

"Is he not rude? He should ask for her name while kissing her knuckles." Aphrodite scoffs. She was sure that this boy was not one of the heartbreak that follow the sweet girl.

Oh she can't wait to meet her. She would love to bless her. Pretty sure she already bless her.

"Oh, sorry," said the other, not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?" "They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"

"Okay I really dont like that boy." Says Percy in an annoy tone. It was like meeting Ares all over again. Arrogant prick.

But before Hyacinth could answer, Madam Malkin said, "That's you done, my dear," and Hyacinth, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boy, hopped down from the footstool.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said the drawling boy. Hyacinth was rather quiet as she ate
the ice cream Hagrid had bought her. (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts).

"Oh chocolate!" Remus' eyes sparkle as he took a bar of chocolate from his pocket.

"What's up?" said Hagrid. "Nothing," she lied. They stopped to buy parchment and quills. Hyacinth cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote. When they had left the shop, he said, "Hagrid, what's Quidditch?" "Blimey, Hyacinth, I keep forgettin' how little yeh know -- not knowin' about Quidditch!"

"Don't make me feel worse," She said. Se told Hagrid about the pale boy in Madam Malkin's.

"--and he said people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in." "Yer not from a Muggle family. If he'd known who yeh were -- he's grown up knowin' yer name if his parents are wizardin' folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in 'em in a long line 0' Muggles -- look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!"

"Ouch. Being famous can be very annoying."

"So what is Quidditch?" "It's our sport. Wizard sport. It's like soccer in the Muggle world everyone follows Quidditch played up in the air on broomsticks and there's four balls -- sorta hard ter explain the rules." "And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?"

"ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɪ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ?" Muses Tom a little annoyed. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ɪғ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ." Tom gave up with a sigh.

Bellatrix scoffs, she really couldn't understand why her Lord was with
this brat. He should have been with
her!

"School houses. There's four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o' duffers, but-" "I bet I'm in Hufflepuff" said Hyacinth happily.

"Loyalty, I feel like Percy would have been in Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Annabeth in Ravenclaw and Grover in Hufflepuff."

"Ravenclaw?" Questions Annabeth.

"Its kinda for nerds,for students who academically the best. Most of them are know it all but they are strong too." Says Astro.

"Oh I love it!" Athena and Annabeth says.

"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin," said Hagrid darkly. "There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one."

"Regulus Black." James names with a smile.

Regulus looks away hiding his pink cheeks.

"Okay is everyone in that world, some kind of haters?" Questions Travis.

"They seem like it." His father, Hermes replies.

"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sɴᴀᴋᴇs." Hyacinth's thought linked to Tom's. "ʜᴍ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʙᴜʟᴏᴜs sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʀʟɪɴ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ." Tom told her.

The light followers tenses. They forget about that actually. How pitiful.

Astro snorts, "Riddle can be very narcissic when he wants."

"Vol-, sorry - You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?"

"ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴅᴜᴍʙ." She knew that Tom was rolling his eyes. "ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ!"

"Tell him to pay for living in it!" Says Euphemia. "mama-" James chuckles.

"Years an' years ago," said Hagrid.
They bought her school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.

Even Dudley, who never read anything, would have been wild to get his hands on some of these. Hagrid almost had to drag Hyacinth away from Curses and Counter curses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue- Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian.

"I was trying to find out how to curse Dudley." Tom nodded in his void, he
found the idea very endearing.

"I like them!" Ares grins. Oh how he wants to fight someone. Apollo wonders if he could buy Ares with some fight. To make Ares cause some chaos in the Wizard world.

"I'm not sayin' that's not a good idea, but yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circum stances," said Hagrid. "An' anyway, yeh couldn' work any of them curses yet, yeh'll need a lot more study before yeh get ter that level."

Hagrid wouldn't let Hyacinth buy a solid gold caul- dron, either ("It says pewter on yer list"), but they got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collap- sible brass telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor;

jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled
claws hung from the ceiling.

While Hagrid asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for her, Hyacinth herself examined silver unicorn horns
at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop).

Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked her list again. "Just yer wand left - A yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present." Hyacinth felt herself go red. "You don't have to-" "I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh'd be laughed at - an' I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they're dead useful, carry yer mail an' everythin'."

"Thats totally Lily's daughter right here," Remus smiles.

"You mean Athena's descendant." Chuckles James. After all the owl was Athena's own symbol. Its also telling, too, that that animal most associated with her has such amazing and exceptional night vision, symbolizing Athena's ability to see when others cannot. 

Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Hyacinth now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. She couldn't stop stammering her thanks, sounding just like Professor Quirrell.

"Oh how pretty." Persephone giggles. She always loves animals and the owl is very pretty to start with. She can't wait to adop the sweet girl.

"Don' mention it," said Hagrid gruffly. "Don' expect you've had a lotta presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left now - only place fer wands, Ollivanders, and yeh gotta have the best wand." A magic wand... this was what Hyacinth had been really looking forward to.

The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Hagrid sat on to wait.

Hyacinth felt strangely as though she had entered a very strict library; she swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to her and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of her neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

"SHE IS GETTING HER WAND!!"

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Hyacinth jumped. Hagrid must have
jumped, too, because there was a loud crunching noise and he got quickly
off the spindly chair. An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale
eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop. "Hello," said Hyacinth awkwardly. "Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Hyacinth Potter."

"creepy." Mutters Piper.

It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work." Mr. Ollivander moved closer to her. Hyacinth wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.

"A bit?"

"Wait he remembers that, seriously?" Asks Leo in disbelief.

"Oh yes, he does." Nod Amelis Bones.

"Nobody knows how."

"Good memories?" Says Annabeth as a matter of fact.

"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it- it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Hyacinth were almost nose to nose. She could see herself reflected in those misty eyes.

"And that's where..." Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Hyacinth forehead with a long, white finger. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands...
well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do...."

He shook his head and then, to Hyacinth's relief, spotted Hagrid. "Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again.... Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?" "It was, sir, yes," said Hagrid. "Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?" said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly stern.

"Dam."

"Stop with the dam joke, Perseus." Scolds Triton.

"You wish."

"Er- yes, they did, yes," said Hagrid, shuffling his feet. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly. "But you don't use them?" said Mr. Ollivander sharply. "Oh, no, sit," said Hagrid quickly. Hyacinth noticed he gripped his pink umbrella very tightly as he spoke.

"Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercing look. "Well, now Miss Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Well, I'm right-handed," said Hyacinth.

"Just like James."

Hyacinth sighed. She watched as she kept trying many wands as possible yet none of them seem to be matching her. She tried Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy then ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere, I wonder, now yes, why not unusual combination holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." She took the wand. She felt a sudden warmth in her fingers.

"This is the one." Says Hecate with knowing smile.

She raised the wand above her head, brought it swishing down through the
dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework,
throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.

Hagrid whoop and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious... " He put Hyacinth's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious... curious.."

"Whats curious?" Zephyrus asks ,feeling lightly curious too.

"Sorry," said Hyacinth, "but what's curious?"

Apollo rolls his eyes. Tsk. He glares at Zephyrus. "She is mine." He says.

"I didn't know that she was a thing and
who says that she is yours? She is no longer Hyacinthus but Hyacinth. He became a she and she is a little different." Zephyrus tells hin.

"She stil choose me. Don't get delusional." Apollo's eyes turns light golden. "I will kill
any Gods who takes her from me. Let make this clear right now. Send the message to Boreas." His eyes went back to normal.

Their talks were interupted by an angry James. "Hey." He catches their attention. "My daughter is still a very cute child and you damn gods fightung for a child right now is most likely like Zeus. I will never allow my daughter to date as well."

Apollo barely even pay attention to his words. She is his and he doesn't care at what length he has to goes for her.

Mr. Ollivander fixed Hyacinth with his pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Miss Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother why, its brother gave you that scar."

The Wizards gasped. How could this girls get such amazing yet dangerous wand? Then again Bellatrix was angry and being a jealous woman as she always was.

She raised a brls. "Yes, thirteen-and-a -half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember.... I think we must expect great things from you, Miss Potter. After all, He Who Must Not Be Named did great things terrible, yes, but great." Hyacinth hummed. She wasn't sure she liked Mr. Ollivander too much. She paid seven gold Galleons for his wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop.

"He is crazy." Fleamont mutters with a sigh.

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Hyacinth and Hagrid made their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, back through the Leaky Cauldron, now empty. Hyacinth didn't speak at all as they walked down the road;

she didn't even notice how much people were gawking at them on the Under ground, laden as they were with all their funny-shaped packages, with the snowy owl asleep in its cage on Hyacinth's lap. Up another escalator, out into Padding ton station;

She only realized where they were when Hagrid tapped her on the shoulder. "Got time fer a bite to eat before yer train leaves," he said. He bought her ham burger and they sat down on plastic seats to eat them. Hyacinth kept looking around. Everything looked so strange, somehow. "You all right? Yer very quiet," said Hagrid.

"She is always quiet." Muses Astro. He could feel the God of the sun was looking at him with a piercing gaze that could kill. But he didn't care.

She wasn't sure she could explain. She'd just had the best birthday of her life and
yet she chewed her hamburger, trying to find the words.

Lily feels the need to thanks Hagrid and hug him tightly. Telling him how Albus was using him. But Hagrid would never believe her.

"Everyone thinks I'm special," she said at last. "Those people in the Leaky Cauldron Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander but I don't know anything about magic at all. How can they expect great things? I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for. I don't know what happened when Vol- sorry I mean, the night my parents died."

Narcissa winces. It was the truth and she feels ashamed at her son's behavior.

"How sad." Mumbles Alphard, who was probably on his fifteen glass.

Hagrid leaned across the table. Behind the wild beard and eyebrows he wore a very kind smile. "Don' you worry, Hyacinth You'll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you'll be just fine. just be yerself. I know it's hard. Yeh've been singled out, an' that's always hard. But yeh'll have a great time at Hogwarts, I did still do, 'smatter of fact."

Hagrid helped Hyacinth on to the train that would take her back to the Dursleys, then handed him an envelope. "Yer ticket fer Hogwarts, " he said. "First o' September King's Cross, it's all on yer ticket. Any problems with the Dursleys, send me a letter with yer owl, she'll know where to find me.... See yeh soon, Hyacinth."

The train pulled out of the station. Hyacinth wanted to watch Hagrid until she was out of sight; she rose in her seat and pressed her nose against the window, but she blinked and Hagrid had gone.