Amongst the Hunted Moons

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I sense a wandering soul in search of answers, which begs the question of what the fuck are you doing here?

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Harry Potter, Hogwarts, October 31st.

The last two months have been, for the lack of a better term, hell for me. Other than the normal craziness of classes like Malfoy getting himself attacked by Buckbeak and the Boggart lesson in Defense that I wasn't allowed to take part in because I admit, was a good reason by Professor Lupin when he explained himself. Everyone on the Quidditch team threaten to revolt if Wood woke any of us up before six am for practice, we know he wants to the win the cup, but it's not worth it if we lose sleep over it, so that ended the five-day five am training with Wood, it did not help with Atalanta however.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday for the first two weeks back I was down at the Quidditch pitch with her, no matter how tired I was or what I had done that day most of the time she would work me into the ground, stretches that increase flexibility, running laps till my legs felt like lead weights, footwork exercises that I did forward, backward and side to side, when I had brought the swiss army knife the next time, we got it to turn into a bow and hunting spear, other then it's sword form. The sword, a short-length Xiphos, is beautiful, It's about a foot and a half of silver that gleams and glows like the moonlight. It honestly reminds me of Sting from The Hobbit. The phases of the moon are etched from guard to sword tip, Waxing from the bottom to Waning at the tip, the handle I had thought to be made from some type of wood is not. Atalanta told me it was Ivory, the bone of the animal polished and set into the silver, when I had asked what animal it was, she had just looked at me with a smile and asked me what I had hunted to get it.

The bow and spear were in the same style of silver and moon etchings but the haft of the spear and arms of the bow was made with cypress wood, I could feel my magic try and attach itself to the wood, but without a magic focus in the wood, all it does is hover over the top. We learned I am pants using a sword, sure hacking and slashing isn't that hard but when Atalanta had brought two wooden Xiphos we had went a round of what she called "combat practice", I like to call it paint Harry purple with a stick; we did a lot of that.

Atalanta has some training to use a sword, but not enough to justify how bad she beat me.

She just shrugged and said, " Maybe you're just not a sword guy." I had thought it was just like everything else, just me being useless and stupid. But then, I picked up the bow and spear, and everything changed. When we started with target practice, Atalanta walked me through the process of how to draw from the quiver, notching the arrow, pulling it back, and releasing it. I had hit the third ring from the middle on my first shot from three hundred feet away. I was shocked but Atalanta urged me on, so I shot again and hit the bullseye, and I did again and again after each shot.

Atalanta was giddy, jumping up and down, hugging me, and yelling out how I got Archery as a blessing, we went on to test it. We moved on from stationary targets to moving where she would toss clay disks in the air and I would shoot at them, I hit every one. Then when she gave me blunted arrows and told me to try and hit her it was another level of challenge, she was just so fast and agile for every five shots I would maybe hit her once.

But she got her revenge for that. More than once I had walked down to the pitch and found she was up in the stands firing down at me with blunted arrows, running, dodging, and rolling were practiced on those days but I would still leave with a mess of bruises.

When I had started to use the Spear form, it-it just felt right, Ya know? How it fits in my hand, how it was balanced just right. It was seventy-three inches in length, with the last twenty-two inches of it being the double-sided silver blade. Unfortunately, Atalanta didn't know the first thing about using a spear, so I was left on my own to practice with it.

I didn't only see Atalanta when she was working me into the ground on the odd days when I had no homework and didn't feel like dealing with All the people in the common room. I would take a walk around the grounds and somehow I would always find Atalanta doing the same. We would talk, and she'd tell me everything she knew about Demigods and the life of one, there were more than a fair few in the hunt, and some of her best friends were Demigods.

She told me of the monsters that would try and eat me, but how the wards at Hogwarts were powerful enough to keep the nastiest of them out and how they move with the flame of the west, so most of the islands were gonna be native creatures. When I had asked her about the Dementors all she could do was shrug and say she's never had to hunt one, but best be on the safe side and avoid them, I had agreed.

When I asked about the ward around my aunt's home all she could do was shrug and tell me "do I look like a witch to you?" Which was an answer in and of itself, because I've never been attacked there, other than…well, it didn't matter. She told me of the hunt, the immortal and ageless hunters so long as they held to their oaths, I had asked how old she was but she had just given me a mock glare and told me it was rude to ask a woman her age; she never did answer the question. She told me of Ambrosia and nectar and how it would heal me of any wounds but mortal ones, but dangerous in large quantities for it could burn me to ash. She said she had a small amount of both just in case i needed it for future training.

The way she had said that scared me a bit, like I was in for a lot more dangerous training than I could imagine, Hermione was already angry over it all, every time I shuffled into the great hall after practice with a limp or barely lifting my feet off the ground she'd get the weird look on her face and start asking me all sorts of questions that I would ignore in favor of eating everything in front of me, sometimes even falling asleep at the table. Atalanta had the bad habit of running late with the training. The four hours during the weekdays could easily turn into eight, and Saturday could go even longer.

When Hermione had asked me about the training I was doing, I told her. She had looked confused for a moment before asking if I was going to learn magic at all from Atalanta, and that's when I told Hermione that Atalanta was a Muggle. She had just sat there and looked at me in surprise for a good minute before getting back to her homework. It would be about four days after that when Hermione had told me she had looked into the Hunters of Diana and their work with MCUSA and had found nothing. So she started to ask questions I didn't know if I could or even if I should answer.

When I had brought up how Hermione was asking questions Atalanta had told me that it was my secret, if I wanted to share it with them or not was up to me. So I had put it off, made excuses, and told her that Dumbledore had approved all of it, that had stopped her questions but not the weird looks when she would see me after training or the odd bruise on my arm.

That was another thing, sometime in the last few months Miss Atalanta just became Atalanta. I don't even know how it occurred, one day I was calling Miss, and the next, just her name, she didn't seem angry at this or even upset; she had just smiled at me when I did it. It was like with Ron or Hermione but, I don't know if I could put it in words, the way she would joke with me or tease me, always calling me kiddo or ruffling my hair after training and telling me I did a good job that day. I normally don't like it when people touch me, like, at all, but with her it was different. It's weird to be completely honest.

But the weirdest thing that happened in the first two weeks back at Hogwarts was Snape holding me back after class.

Potions classroom, three days after the first day of training.

The door to the dungeon classroom closes with a click, Hermione and Ron had said they would be waiting just outside in the hall, which was a bit reassuring, to be honest. Professor Snape sat at his desk just looking at me with barely veiled contempt, the classroom is quiet now, neither of us speaking yet. Because he was studying me and I was looking everywhere but at him, it was almost a minute into the awkward silence that Professor Snape spoke.

"Potter." He said and my attention had snapped back to him, "Sir, um, if you don't mind me asking what is this…about?" I grimaced at the question, I've been doing better in his class, I think. At least I haven't melted a cauldron yet, I think to myself as Snape speaks again. "Consider me impressed, it's been almost two weeks, and yet you haven't ruined one cauldron nor have you caused your group to get lower than an A. But please allow me to hold back the overwhelming need to give you a standing ovation for such an overpowering performance in this class." He tells me In a dry sarcastic tone as he leans back in his chair. "But for individual grading, well, after teaching you for two years it shouldn't be surprising to find you are once again the lowest performing student in class, and even with the help of one of the top performing students in your year helping you out, you still can't even make it pass an acceptable on your own, and don't even get me started on your, well, let's call them disadvantages and not what they really are for you, personality traits."

I shrug at this, it's nothing new honestly, Professor Snape reminds me of Vernon a lot, always reminding me of what I am, all I do is look at his desk trying not to let how much it gets to me show. "So, I have decided to waste my own time to beat something into your head that even you can learn. This Saturday you will be doing remedial potion lessons in some of the most basic of skills one needs with the art. We will be rendering potion ingredients from animals, it is not easy work, it will be messy, but at least you can learn this and get the basic understanding of how to prepare your ingredients so as not to drag your group down with you." He tells me in a snide voice.

All I do is nod along, waiting for him to get to the end of his rant about me so I can tell him that I had training this weekend with Miss Atalanta.

"It is just a shame we do not have anything bigger on hand, I would at least be able to give you a better grade if you could do something a bit more challenging than rats and bats." He tells me as he gets up from his desk and walks around it, his cloak billowing behind as he does, moving like a shadow attached to him, he moves to stand in front of me, looking down and waiting for me to say something. "I understand sir, it's just that I have the training for the hunters on Saturday, and Miss Atalanta won't be happy if I miss it," I tell him as I look up at him.

All he did was sigh out through his hooked nose and said in a clipped tone "I'm sure Miss Claydon won't mind you missing an afternoon of training if you were doing something worthwhile, perhaps something you killed yourself." I looked at him in confusion, I hadn't killed any rats, bats, or toads myself.

His head tilted back with his eyes closed and lips pressed firmly together before letting out a deep sigh, "Potter," he said in a voice holding back a great pain, "I need you to do the impossible here and use. Your. Brain." Before looking back down at me.

"I know for a fact there is a large carcass of an incredibly old and magically powerful creature on the grounds, a very big one at that, in a place where only you can get into. If you were to tell me this, I could be persuaded to increase your overall grade." Snape said in a strained voice. I blinked up at him, confused before it clicked, he wanted the basilisk. "Sir," I started to say carefully "Sir, are you asking me to bribe you for a better grade?" I asked him in shock.

"Potter, that would be incredibly unprofessional of me to ask you to bribe me." He said I opened my mouth to ask him what he wanted then but he cuts me off, "No Potter, I'm telling you to bribe me." He finishes. I looked at him gaping like a fish as he looked back at me with a raised eyebrow, "And I get what out of this?" I ask him, I swear his lips twitched for just a moment like he was going to smile but quickly schooled it. "Why Potter, if I wear to get my hands on a basilisk carcass, no matter how rotted it may be, and you were to help break it down, I could be persuaded to bump your overall grade for the term up a few places, nothing pass an exceeds expectations but an overall bump, which in term will increase your final grade for the year I would suspect." He told me with a raised brow.

I rock back and forth on the balls of my feet thinking about it before I asked a question "what would you do with it, sir?" He blinks at me and seems to be caught off guard by the question itself, but answered it anyway " The Basilisk is a very rare magical creature, Potter. They are not born in the wild, they must be created by a wizard or witch with the knowledge of how to do it, and much like a dragon, they are purely magical creatures which means their blood, bones, venom, organs, eyes, horns and skin all have magical properties that one could use in potions or alchemy." He told me as I started to get the picture, he wanted to experiment with it.

I just nodded my head and said "Okay, but I still need to talk with Miss Atalanta about it, see if she won't let me come late to training or something." Snape just smirked, "Ah, yes don't worry about that Potter, I'm sure I can persuade her into letting you go for a day."

Somehow he did, the next day I got a note from Atalanta telling me to meet her right outside the great hall after lunch on Saturday. When I had shown up I got a shock when I saw her in Hogwarts robes, green and silver trimmed Hogwarts robes. When I asked her why she was in robes and Slytherin colors as well, she shrugged and said it was to help her blend in better when she was in the castle, that green was her favorite color and silver was the color of the hunt. She honestly had no idea that they meant anything when she had picked them out before the school year even started. Professor Snape had met us by then and we all proceeded to the Chamber of Secrets together, bringing a pair of brooms with us so we could get out.

With a little transfiguration on the collapse portion of the cavern, when we got to the sheded skin Professor Snape actually smiled, it was one of the scariest moments of my life seeing that he had announced we were not leaving without it. When we got to the Chamber proper, we had found out that the Chamber had a powerful preservation charm on it, keeping the carcass as fresh as when I had first left it, when I had asked about it Professor Snape theorized that it probably had to do with how the basilisk survived for a thousand years with no food, suspended and preserved in a hibernated state by the charm and more.

Atalanta was shocked at the size of it and said she could see how I had impressed Diana in a whisper to me, when I asked why she had agreed to this she told me that learning how to break down large animals was something she was going to teach me anyway, so might as well start with the biggest thing we could find.

The oddest thing was a section of the carcass was already missing, a relatively small patch but it was still gone, when Professor Snape had asked me if I did it all I could do was say was no. He was wary that someone else could get into the Chamber, neither I nor Atalanta had said anything about it so he would stop every now and then to cast a spell to revile if anyone was hiding in the Chamber, but nothing had come up. With Atalanta and Snape working quickly and showing me how to do things properly with both a knife and wand we were able to break it down in under 6 hours, everything from the hide to the bone was packed away in bottles, chests, and crates that we're shrunk down and pocketed by Snape before we went back and got the shedded skin.

With the two brooms and a levitation charm, we all made it out before I sealed the Chamber behind us for the final time. Atalanta said her goodbyes and that she would see me on Monday before leaving the castle, which was odd because I had thought she was staying inside, turns out she was camping in the forbidden forest, setting up a place for further training.

Professor Snape walked me back to the entrance to Gryffindor Tower before leaving me without even a goodbye.

As Atalanta said, we had moved from the Quidditch Pitch to the Forbidden Forest, where she had told me she was going to train me how to hunt properly. This had gotten me excited, after she had said that she had slapped my shoulder and screamed "You're it" before running off into the woods laughing. We were playing tag now? I didn't even think about it as I charged off after her, but man she was fast, I could barely keep up behind her as she ran through the woods, dodging around trees, jumping over logs, running through the underbrush, and using rocks as jumping platforms. Whenever I got close it was like she could feel it and would turn around, grab me and flip me over, slamming me on my back. The first time she did it she had a look of shock when she had turned around, but every time after that she had this odd gleam in her eyes, like the one Hermione would get when I answered a question right when she quizzed me on things. I would have between the edge of the forest and her campsite to tag her, but every time I had caught up with her enough to do it, she turned, flipped me, and then ran off even faster than before; it was annoying. She didn't seem to have a top speed but running through the forest, it was, it was something else. I felt more alive as I moved through it like I was right on the tail of something that I had to catch, that I NEEDED to catch, and I was always smiling when we got to her campsite.

She started to show me how to track things, what plants and fungi were edible, and which were poisonous, how to identify tracks and so much more. It was weird because I always seemed to know the answer before she finished saying anything, like I had always known it but had forgotten about it till she brought it up.

The next Saturday we had gone out to the woods with the intent to hunt a deer, I was so excited I could feel my heartbeat in my chest, I could hear it in my ears as we tracked the deer with only bows. We had caught sight of one two hours later and the chase was on, with quick bursts of speed we had chased the deer deeper into the forest, taking shots at it with swallow tip arrows making it run in the direction we wanted it to. Never too deep into the woods, always making it turn around and head towards Atalanta's camp, but It started to get smart. It had waited till right after we shot at it, both of our arrows hitting its backside, and it had escaped off into the underbrush and we gave chase to it.

We followed it, taking shots at it, trying to make it turn the way we wanted but it never did, deeper and deeper into the woods we ran till Atalanta had said to take it down before it went any further, it was after she told me that everything gets blurry. I remember running ahead wanting that chase, knowing I would get it at the end, get my just reward at the end of the chase.

I remember I was so close to it, all I had to do is reach it, then something had grabbed me I tried to fight it off but it was far too strong and had thrown me back into a tree when I tried to move around it, it did it again so I had decided to hunt whatever it was that was stopping me. Then Atalanta slapped me hard across the face, and the sounds of the forest came rushing back, everything became clearer than in the blur that was the chase. I could hear the calls of a dying deer, Atalanta had me pushed against a tree, pinned there by her hand with a tight grip on my shoulder, the weird look on her face while her other hand was behind her back, as I looked in her eyes she asked me "Harry, say something to me, anything besides hunting, please." She said, I could make out the desperation in her voice. All I said was "You hit me." In a small voice, I saw her face become washed in relief before she pulled me into a hug and started to drag me away from the tree.

"Come on, we need to get out of here before that thing brings some of his friends back to snag us as well." She had said, and when I look back in the direction I was running to all I saw were right black eyes and massive pincers dragging the still-alive deer into a wall of webs that mark the beginning of the forbidden forest Acromantula colony, and I had almost run right into it. She had dragged me back to her camp, it was a well-hidden place set in a small clearing that looks as if it had sunken into the earth, exposing the roots of the trees that line the top of it on three sides. It was cleared of all the old undergrowth and mulch that would accumulate over time in the forest, I was never allowed inside the silver tent she had but the campfire and the seats around it were always welcoming to me. When I had asked what had happened to me she had told me about the double edge sword of what she called "The Hunt".

" I can only tell you what I've been told about it, Harry, I'm not an expert in any of this but I know the basics." She had said while sitting down beside me at the campfire, "When we as humans go out hunting under the blessing of the divine, we pull on the domain of hunting through that divine. It's how we worship them during the hunt, and it's how they empower us to take down bigger and stronger prey. But as we pull power from that domain, it also pulls us closer to it." She said with a grim and serious face that was Foreign to face that was almost always smiling. "As we get closer to the domain of the hunt, we start to lose all human rationality, we become no more than mindless beasts who are obsessed with the chase that comes with the hunt, and we lose ourselves to it. When one of the hunters of Diana loses themselves like that we have to put them down because of it." She was quiet for a moment, looking off into the forest that surrounds us before sighing and looking back at me.

"You have to be careful kiddo, the domain of the hunt is one of the oldest and most powerful there is, and if you can't remember that you are human and lose yourself to it, it will consume you. Please Harry, always remember that."

We sit quietly together as the shadows of the forest deepen, each lost in our thoughts, before Atalanta stands up. "Come on kiddo, that's enough for today, let's get you back to the castle."

We start heading back, not playing the normal game of tag walking at a slow pace through the woods, "How do I remember to be human?" I had asked her, but she doesn't stop or even turn her head as she tells me "I don't know kiddo, it's something every hunter has to figure out for themselves, mine is a bit difficult from the rest I know that, but I'm sure you'll find something that ties you to your humanity." That's the last thing she had said to me that day, I still don't know what that could be.

A man remembering Hogwarts, outside Gryffindor Tower.

He remembers being here, walking up these stairs to the painting of the fat opera singer after a hat had shocked him with its cry of Gryffindor, it was with a group of boys his age. There was that James kid, and, and Remus! That was the quiet boy's name, Remus Lupin they were also with, with The Rat.

It had taken him weeks to get to Hogwarts, to sneak past the Dementors, and remember a good day to sneak into the castle. He had remembered the Halloween feast they had every year, it was required for everyone to attend, and no one would be inside the Tower if that was the case.

There was something else important about Halloween, right? Something about a house…

The cottage was in ruins, his body laying on the floor, eyes emptied of the spark of life. He was dead, had to find his wife, he wouldn't want me to cry over him if she and…

He shakes his head, no. No more, no more dead bodies, no more cries from baby's he half knew, he was here for the rat, for his revenge. Nothing else mattered.

Harry Potter, Hogwarts, The Great Hall.

I push the green beans and boiled potatoes around on my plate, looking at them scornfully, I hated Halloween. I didn't want to be at the feast, I wanted to be out in the forest with Atalanta, away from the noise and people in the great hall celebrating a day that I can't stand.

Nothing good happens on Halloween, I never went trick or treating, never did any normal things when I was younger, I was just a freak in a cupboard. I'm still just a freak. When I got to Hogwarts it went from bad to worse, first with the troll attack then with the Chamber being open, it was just an all-around bad holiday for me. "Harry, you really should eat something," Hermione says next to me as Ron on my other side is happily eating a second helping of roasted chicken and potatoes. "I'm just not hungry, Hermione, that's all," I tell her as she makes her weird face at me.

"How is your training with Miss Claydon going?" She asks, I just shrug in response, what was I supposed to tell her? That I'm an actual demigod being trained by an immortal hunter of a Goddess who is interested in me because of some reason that the hunter doesn't even know? Yeah, I'm sure that would go over well with her. Oh, let's not forget the training may turn me into a rabid killer wanting nothing more than to hunt down everything around me till I'm killed myself, yeah fun times.

Hermione makes a disgruntled sound before turning back to her food, she's been like that for the past two weeks every time my training is brought up and I don't answer her questions. I think it's from all the stress from taking every class the school has to offer to doing it to her. Maybe she should cut some as Ron suggested, instead of driving herself up the wall like this.

Before long the feast ends and we are, mercifully, dismissed. Me, Ron, and Hermione take a roundabout way to Gryffindor Tower, avoiding the crowds and hopefully help soothe my growing headache, but when we get to the stairs that lead up to the fat lady's portrait there seems to be a backup, what was going on?

"Think someone forgot the password?" Ron had asked, but before Hermione or I could point out that not all the students could, we are pushed past by the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall. With their arrival, all the students on the stairs quiet down and I was able to hear what was going on.

"What is going on here?" Professor McGonagall had demanded, the stern tone in her voice had left no room for any snarky answers, it was Ron's older brother Percy that answered back, "The fat lady is gone, ma'am, we can't get in, it…" he hesitates for just a moment, "It looks like someone had tried to force their way into the tower." He tells the Professor. I see the Headmaster whip around and start scanning the crowd of students till his eyes land on me, it looks like he sighs in relief before pulling out his wand and casts a spell, a silvery Phoenix shoots from the end of his wand and he speaks to it.

"To Atalanta: we have had a security breach at Gryffindor tower, search the forest and the grounds, deal with it as you see fit, but I would like him brought in alive." He tells the Phoenix before it flies off. I hear Hermione say that was the same spell Professor Lupin used on the train, the Patronus Charm. The Headmaster then orders us back to the great hall and escorts us there himself right after telling Professor McGonagall to round up the other heads of houses and teachers to begin to search the castle.

We're not the only ones who end up in the great hall, as the other houses come filing in, but news quickly spread, Sirius Black had broken into the castle.

November 1st, Hogwarts, the Great Hall.

Before leaving the hall, the Headmaster had done a pretty cool display of magic transfiguring the tables and benches into comfortable sleep bags, we had grabbed a few and dragged them into a corner of the hall and had laid them out before Hermione started freaking out on how Sirius Black got into the castle. She was shooting me her weird look before the candles in the Great Hall went out, Percy and the prefects were guarding the door and making rounds up around the Great Hall, telling people off for talking and not sleeping. I have no idea how long I was just staring at the corner, thinking how this day went from having a nice cuppa with Professor Lupin, and him telling me about my mom and dad to this. The weirdest thing that happened during that was him asking where I had got my jacket from, I had told him I'd had it since I could remember and he didn't make a comment about it again, just had a faraway look on his face when I had left.

I must have fallen asleep while pondering about all of it because the next thing I know I'm awakened to the voices of the Headmaster and Professor Snape talking in the Great Hall.

"-Theories on how he got inside Albus?" Snape says, there is a pause before the Headmaster answers, "I have many Severus, each more impossible than the last, I'm afraid that we will only find out when he is captured." The wizened voice of the Headmaster whispers out.

"My theory is that he had help, inside help." The Potion master speaks in a soft voice laced with hatred, the Headmaster sighs, "We have been over this before Severus, I trust him with my life, just as I trust you." The headmaster's words carry a finality that Vernon uses when he threatens me during the summer, all Professor Snape does is scoff. They continue in silence for a few moments before the Professor asks him "and the Dementors? Did they want to search the castle?" The Headmaster makes an angry noise at this before saying "Oh, my yes. Though I had told them in no uncertain terms that they were not allowed in the castle, having them on the grounds is bad enough, I will not have them in my school." He says with such steel in his voice I don't doubt that the Headmaster would sooner burn down the castle than let those things in.

The door to the great hall opens and the voice of Ron's older brother Percy hisses out "Stop, I told you can't go in here, stop before I have to use force." I almost flip over when the voice of Atalanta answers him back, "Try it boy and we both get to see how far I can cram it up-" she tells him angrily before the Headmaster cuts her off.

"That is enough Miss Atalanta. Mister Weasley, thank you for doing your duty, but she is known to me. Why don't you get some rest before the night becomes morning, hmm?" The Headmaster says, I don't hear Percy say anything but soon enough I hear the doors close.

"Where is he?" I hear Atalanta's question, but no response, I lay still with my eyes close as I feel her kneel next to me, she lightly brushes my hair out of my eyes before quickly jerking back her hand, and I try to keep my breathing as even as possible.

"Have you come to care about the boy that much and so short of a time, my dear?" I hear the Headmaster ask her and Snape scoffs at the question before adding his comment, "Great, just what we need. One more added to Harry Potter's personal fan club." In the same dry wit, he normally uses.

Atalanta stands before I hear her threaten, "One more comment out of you, and I'll make that hooked nose of yours point in the other direction, how about that?" She tells Snape with the edge of violence to her voice, "I'd like to se-" this is as far as he gets before the Headmaster cuts him off, "That's enough. Must I remind you two that we are on the same side, Miss Atalanta, did you find anything during your sweep of the grounds?" Dumbledore asks.

There's a pause before Atalanta whispers "No, whoever this guy is, he's good, couldn't find hide or hair of him. Doesn't help that this place has too many odors in it to properly scent him, and tracks are useless when he has a stone path everywhere he could go." I hear her sigh in aggravation.

It's the Headmaster that speaks up next, "Perhaps Miss Atalanta, it is time for you to reconsider my offer, I know Lady Ar-" but Atalanta cuts him off, "Lady Diana." She stresses, "is someone you can reason with so long as you have a good justification in doing what you did, unlike some of her more unreasonable family members. I will talk to My Lady about why, but I don't think she will have a problem after this, she wants the boy safe after all." She tells the Headmaster.

"I see." Dumbledore begins, "well, if that is the case, then I will make sure your room in the castle will be close to Gryffindor Tower, just in case this happens again. Please, come with me and I'll show you to it, I'm sure you could use the rest." The Headmaster finishes before I feel Atalanta come back over to me, I can feel her looking down at me, and barely hear her say in a whisper to lower for a normal person to hear, "I won't let him touch you, Harry." Before leaving with the Headmaster.

And for some reason, I felt like I'd heard those words before.

Notes:

Chapter done!

Well, we learned how the Hunt works, I hope I explained it well enough in a basic way, ya know?

And no, I'm not shipping Atalanta with Harry, she's gonna be like a big sister to him.

Hermione is asking questions about things Harry has no idea how to answer, or even if he should.

Sirius is starting to remember things, he'll just need a slight push to remember it all.

Other than Artemis, I do plan on three other Olympian gods showing up and talking to our best boi, comment on who you think they will be!

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