HYACINTH WOKE UP EARLY THE NEXT MORNING. Although she could tell it was daylight, she kept her eyes shut tight. "It was a dream," she told herself firmly. "I dreamed a giant called Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards. When I open my eyes I’ll be at home in my cupboard."

"I think she will like the underworld." Persephone tells her husband.

"Okay we will adopt her, my love." Hades chuckles at his happy wife.

"I am having another sister?" Nico asks his father.

"Yes!" Persephone smiles.

Both stepmother and stepson
learn to get along through the
years.

There was suddenly a loud tapping noise. "And there’s Aunt Petunia knocking on the door," Hyacinththought, her heart sinking. But she still didn’t open her eyes. It had been such a good dream. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"The poor babe." Astraea sighs softly.

"All right," Hyacinth mumbled, "I’m getting up." She sat up and Hagrid’s heavy coat fell off her. The hut was full of sunlight, the storm was over, Hagrid himself was asleep on the collapsed sofa and there was an owl rapping its claw on the window, a newspaper held in its beak. Hyacinth scrambled to her feet, so happy she felt as though a large balloon was swelling inside her. She went straight to the window and jerked it open.

The owl swooped in and dropped the newspaper on top of Hagrid, who didn’t wake up. The owl then fluttered on to the floor and began to attack Hagrid’s coat. "Don’t do that." Hyacinth tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped its
beak fiercely at her and carried on savaging the coat. "Hagrid!" said Hyacinth happily. "There’s an owl–"

"Pay him," Hagrid grunted into the sofa.

"Paying a owl now? What else?" Percy snickers.

"Your death." Astro smirks.

"Yuck fou." Percy writes.

"Percy, it's 'fuck you'." Annabeth chuckles before kissing his cheek

"My dumbass."

"What?"

"He wants payin’ fer deliverin, the paper. Look in the pockets." Hagrid’s coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets – bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, mint humbugs, teabags finally, Hyacinth pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins.

"Give him five Knuts," said Hagrid sleepily. "Knuts?" "The little bronze ones." Hyacinth counted out five little bronze coins and the owl held out
its leg so she could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then it flew off through the open window.
Hagrid yawned loudly, sat up and stretched.

"Best be off, Hyacinth, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London an’ buy all yer stuff fer school." Hyacinth was turning over the wizard coins and looking at them. She had just thought of something which made her feel as though the happy balloon inside her had got a puncture.

"Um – Hagrid?" "Mm?" said Hagrid, who was pulling on his huge boots. "I haven’t got any money – and you heard Uncle Vernon last night – he won’t pay for me to go and learn magic."

"No money? Please your life is worth billions! Even more!" Percy gasps disbelief.

"No doubt that Apollo is filthy rich
too." Leo tells his friends.

"Man change money and women like it was clothes."

"Zeus is worse."

The seventh agreed.

"ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ? ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ-ʀɪᴄʜ?" The voice murmured to her. "I know but I want to know his version you know?" She thought. "ғɪɴᴇ." Tom said in a grumpy tone.

"Who could ever think that the Dark Lord could act like a grumpy kid." Sirius snickers.

"My family follow this?" Regulus tilts his head. "I died because of that."

"Don’t worry about that," said Hagrid, standing up and scratching his head. "D’yeh think yer parents didn’t leave yeh anything?" "But if their house was destroyed –" "They didn’ keep their gold in the house, girl! Nah, first stop fer us is Gringotts. Wizards’ bank. Have a sausage, they’re not bad cold – an’ I wouldn’ say no teh a bit o’ yer birthday cake, neither."

"Wizards have banks?" "Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins." Hyacinth dropped the bit of sausage she was holding. "Goblins?" "ʏᴇs, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss, ɢᴏʙʟɪɴ." Tom chuckles. "Hmfp!"

"He love teasing her." Piper notices.

"Not too much!" James frowns.

‘Yeah – so yeh’d be mad ter try an’ rob it, I’ll tell yeh that. Never mess with goblins, Hyacinth. Gringotts is the safest place in the world fer anything yeh want ter keep safe – ’cept maybe Hogwarts. As a matter o’ fact, I
gotta visit Gringotts anyway. Fer
Dumbledore. Hogwarts business."

Hagrid drew himself up proudly. "He usually gets me ter do important stuff fer him. Fetchin’ you – gettin’ things from Gringotts – knows he can trust me, see. "Got everythin’? Come on, then."

Hyacinth followed Hagrid out on to the rock. The sky was quite clear now and the sea gleamed in the sunlight. The boat Uncle Vernon had hired was still there, with a lot of water in the bottom after the storm. "How did you get here?" Hyacinth asked, looking around for another boat.

"Flew," said Hagrid. "Flew?" "Yeah – but we’ll go back in this. Not s’posed ter use magic now I’ve got yeh." They settled down in the boat, Hyacinth still staring at Hagrid, trying to imagine him flying. "Seems a shame ter row, though," said Hagrid, giving Hyacinth another of his sideways looks. "if I was ter – er – speed things up a bit, would yeh mind not mentionin’ it at Hogwarts?"

"Of course not," said Hyacinth, eager to see more magic. Hagrid pulled out the pink umbrella again, tapped it twice on the side of the boat and they sped off towards land. "Why would you be mad to try and rob Gringotts?" Hyacinth asked.

"Spells – enchantments," said Hagrid, unfolding his newspaper as he spoke. "They say there’s dragons guardin’ the high-security vaults. And then yeh gotta find yer way – Gringotts is hundreds of miles under London, see. Deep under the Underground. Yeh’d die of hunger tryin’ ter get out, even if yeh did manage ter get yer hands on summat."

Hyacinth sat and thought about this while Hagrid read his newspaper,
the Daily Prophet. Hyacinth had learnt from Uncle Vernon that people liked to be left alone while they did this.

"That's not true! The pig just want to
her away from him and I am happy
for that." Sirius scoffs.

"Couldn't agree more." Lily smiles. James love her smiles, sweet and delicate that light up a room but
right now? It scared him.

"Ministry o’ Magic messin’ things up as usual," Hagrid muttered, turning the page. "There’s a Ministry of Magic?" Hyacinth asked, before she could stop herself. "Course,’ said Hagrid. ‘They wanted Dumbledore fer Minister, o’ course, but he’d never leave Hogwarts, so old Cornelius Fudge got the job. Bungler if ever there was one. So he pelts Dumbledore with owls every morning, askin’ fer advice."

"But what does a Ministry of Magic do?" "Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there’s still witches an’ wizards up an’ down the country." "Why?"

"I prefer our kind." Hecate sighs, she regrest giving those blind mortals so much power.

"Why? Blimey, Hyacinth, everyone’d be wantin’ magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we’re best left alone."
At this moment the boat bumped gently into the harbour wall. Hagrid folded up his newspaper and they clambered up the stone steps on to the street.

Passers-by stared a lot at Hagrid as they walked through the little town to the station. Hyacinth couldn’t blame them. Not only was Hagrid twice as tall as anyone else, he kept pointing at perfectly ordinary things like parking meters and saying loudly, "See that, girl? Things these Muggles dream up, eh?"

"Hagrid," said Hyacinth, panting a bit as she ran to keep up, "did you say there are dragons at Gringotts? Well, so they say," said Hagrid. ‘Crikey, I’d like a dragon." "You’d like one?"

"I want a dragon!!" Percy and Sirius shouts gidily kicking their feets.

"Men." Annabeth and Remus laughs at each other's exhausted face.

"Where is my god-like mini me?" James pouts but soon caught the eyes of Will who smiles at him.

"Mini me sunshine!"

"Hey other sunshine!" Both's smiles could light up the room in fire.

"Idiot." Regulus mumbles.

"Couldn't agree more." Nico tell him.

Marlene wave at Piper who wave back.

"Wanted one ever since I was a kid – here we go." They had reached the station. There was a train to London in five minutes’ time. Hagrid, who didn’t understand ‘Muggle money’, as he called it, gave the notes to Hyacinth so he could buy their tickets. People stared more than ever on the train. Hagrid took up two seats and sat knitting what looked like a canary-yellow circus tent.

"Still got yer letter, Hyacinth?" he asked as he counted stitches. Hyacinth took the parchment envelope out of her pocket. "Good," said Hagrid. "There’s a list there of everything yeh need." Hyacinth unfolded a second piece of paper she hadn’t noticed the night before and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Uniform
First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT
ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Broomstick?" Hypnos looks up.

"Its like something a witch use you know? Evil witch?" James try to explain but he end up getting glare from the witches in his generation.

He sulks.

"Can we buy all this in London?" Hyacinth wondered aloud. "If yeh know where to go," said Hagrid.

Hyacinth had never been to London before. Although Hagrid seemed to know where he was going, he was obviously not used to getting there in an ordinary way. He got stuck in the ticket barrier on the Underground and complained loudly that the seats were too small and the trains too slow.

"I don’t know how the Muggles manage without magic," he said, as they climbed a broken down escalator which led up to a bustling road lined with shops. Hagrid was so huge that he parted the crowd easily; all Hyacinth had to do was keep close behind him. They passed book shops and music stores,hamburger bars and cinemas, but nowhere that looked as if it could sell you a magic wand.

This was just an ordinary street full of ordinary people. Could there really be piles of wizard gold buried miles beneath them? Were there really shops that sold spell books and broomsticks? Might this not all be some huge joke that the Dursleys had cooked up? If Hyacinth hadn’t known that the Dursleys had no sense of humour, she might have thought so. Hyacinth couldn’t help trusting him.

Apollo raise a brow.

He didn't like that.

"ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss." Tom warned her in a cold tone. "Huh?" she pressed her lips together, hoping that nobody notice her off presence. "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴀɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. ᴅᴏ. ɴᴏᴛ. ᴛʀᴜsᴛ. ᴛʜᴇᴍ." She knew that Tom was serious and she nodded.

"I feel insult." Remus whispers. He was a follower. Was.

"As you should." Marlene smirks.

"He is right though-"

The light follower were so offended that  they start yelling but on glare from Nyx and all went quiet.

"This is it," said Hagrid, coming to a halt, "the Leaky Cauldron. It’s a famous place." It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Hagrid hadn’t pointed it out, Hyacinth wouldn’t have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn’t glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn’t see
the Leaky Cauldron at all.

In fact, Hyacinth had the most peculiar feeling that only she and Hagrid could see it. Before she could mention this, Hagrid had steered her inside. For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old barman, who was quite bald and looked like a gummy walnut.

The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the barman reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?" "Can’t, Tom, I’m on Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Hyacinth’s shoulder which she took off at the same moment.

She hate to be touch, specially by a stranger.

"Lily-flower hate touch to." James says softly. "But that never stop her from begging mine." was left unsaid by him.

Knowing what he was thinking, Lily blushes brightly before pinching James gently.

"Young love." Aphrodite smiles with a knowing look.

"Good Lord," said the barman, peering at Hyacinth "is this – can this be –?" The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent. "Bless my soul," whispered the old barman. "Hyacinth Potter ... what an honour. "He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed towards Hyacinth and seized his hand, tears in his eyes.

"I do agree that she should be worship but I prefer that if they worship her from afar." Apollo mumble grumpily.

Artemis thinks that he lost his favorite violions because of how childish he was being.

"Welcome back, Miss Potter, welcome back." Hyacinth didn’t know what to say. Everyone was looking at her. The old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realising  it had gone out. Hagrid was beaming. Then there was a great scraping of chairs and, next moment, Hyacinth found herself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Famous without truly being famous." Regulus sighs.

Athena watches her grand-daughter with a smiles as well as Annabeth.

"Doris Crockford, Miss Potter, can’t believe I'm meeting you at last." "So proud, Miss Potter, I’m just so proud." "Always wanted to shake your hand I’m all of a flutter." "Delighted, Miss Potter, just can’t tell you. Diggle’s the name, Dedalus Diggle." "I’ve seen you before!" said Hyacinth, as Dedalus Diggle’s top hat fell off in his excitement. "You bowed to me once in a shop."

"She remembers!" cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. "Did you hear that? She remembers me!" Hyacinth shook hands again and again – Doris Crockford kept coming back for more. A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes was twitching.

"We heard." Zephyrus rolls his eyes.

"The wind didn't do him good." Jason chuckles at the God.

"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid.
"Hyacinth, Professor Quirrell will
be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."
"M-M-Miss P-P-Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Hyacinth's hand, "c-can’t t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

"How fake!" Nemesis rolls her eyes. "Nobody know how to act now?" She felt offened.

"I know right?" Goddess Eris feels her skin crawl.

"ᴏʜ ᴍᴇʀʟɪɴ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪs." Tom groaned in his dark void. "ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ!!"

"Why is he mad?"

Lily sighs.

"That brat." Thanatos chuckles.

"What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?" "D-Defence Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he’d rather not think about it. "N-not that you n-need it, eh, M-M-Miss P-Potter?’ He laughed nervously.

Hyacinth looked at him, raising her brows. "I don't like him." She thought to herself. Her intuition about others always come right most of the time.

"Like James!" Sirius points out.

"Lily-flower too." Not wanting to take
all credit, James adds his wife in the compliment.

"Thank you." Lily smiles.

"You’ll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I’ve g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He looked terrified at the very thought. But the others wouldn’t let Professor Quirrell keep Hyacinth to himself. It took almost ten minutes to get away from them all. At last, Hagrid managed to make himself heard over the babble.

"Must get on – lots ter buy. Come on, Hyacinth." Doris Crockford shook Hyacinth’s hand one last time and Hagrid led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard,
where there was nothing but a dustbin and a few weeds. Hagrid grinned at Hyacinth.

"That man's stuttering is pathetic." Poseidon says bluntly.

"I do have to agree, husband." Amphrite nods.

"Even I agree." Zeus shrink.

‘Told yeh, didn’t I? Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin’ ter meet yeh – mind you, he’s usually tremblin’." "Is he always that nervous?"

"Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin’ outta books but then he took a year off ter get some firsthand experience, they say he met vampires in the Black Forest and there was a nasty bit o’ trouble with a hag – never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject – now, where’s me umbrella?"

Vampires? Hags? Hyacinth’s head was swimming. What next? Gods?

"She just jinx herself." Piper snickers.

"A female version of Percy." Annabeth shakes her head.

Hagrid, meanwhile,was counting bricks in the wall above the dustbin. "Three up ... two across ..." he muttered. "Right, stand back, Hyacinth." He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella. The brick he had touched quivered – it wriggled – in the middle, small hole appeared – it grew wider and wider – a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway on to a cobbled street which twisted and turned out sight.

"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."

"We are going to watch her getting her wand!" James grins excitedly.

"Yes, James." Lily kisses his cheek gently.

Oh how they wish they were with their sweet flower.

How they wish to slowly torture Dumbledore till his own followers
will not even be able to recognize him.