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�I don�t understand,� I said.�
�Are you saying that�all the gods and goddesses�the Pantheon�you�re all
just�wizards and witches?�

Apollo nodded.

�Wizards and witches who�never die?�

He nods again.� �Nothing has
managed to kill us yet.� Not the Romans�the
Inquisition�the Crusades��

I stand up.� My head still feels
near to bursting.� I hardly realize that
I have begun to pace.� �So�so what you
are telling me is that if I decided to use the killing curse on you right now,
right this minute, it would do nothing.�
It would have no effect.�

He rolls his eyes.� �Blast Ares
for ever inventing it.� But you�re right,
it would have no effect.�

I take out my wand.� �You swear
to me?�

�Oh, for the love of�.do you really need that much proof?�

I look at him and he looks at me.�
Then his shoulders sag and he sighs.�
�It�s damaging to your soul, you know.�
Destroys a little piece of you each time you use it, whether it�s on
target or not.�

I know that well enough.� I
haven�t used it since the final battle.�
My brain is screaming at me that I need proof, that it could all be a
lie designed to trick me, but my hand and voice waver.� Am I still that same man?� A man who can believe nothing on simple
faith?� The word seems so out of place in
my mind.� Faith�

I sit back down.� I am not going
to use that Unforgivable Curse again.� It
will be difficult for me to accept, but I am not going to backtrack like that.� I am despondent, irate, and utterly lost at
the same time.� A lifetime of mistrust,
of paranoia, of conspiracies and secret societies�it is very, very hard for me
to accept this man�this god�on his word.�
��

Sighing, I spit a question to the vast blue sky.� �So what about�Him?� You know�God.�
What is He?�

Apollo shuffles over and sits next to me.� He looks no less regal with his legs dangling
off the edge of the temple.� �I can�t
speak for Him�Her�It.�� He shrugs.� �But I can tell you this.� For all our power, all our longevity�there
are still things in this world that we cannot explain.�

�So�they weren�t dreams?� Hermione asked, her brow wrinkling in the
particular way it did when she couldn�t immediately put two and two together.

Draco shook his head.� �They were
memories.�

�How is that possible?� Snape asked, his brows descending in a similar
fashion.� He was standing just behind
Hermione, his arms crossed.

�There is a pensieve in the school.�

Snape�s eyebrows went the other way.� �A pensieve?�
he exclaimed.

�But they weren�t invented until 1437!� Hermione said at the same time.

�Apparently they were around long before that,� Draco said,
shrugging.� �We just never found one.�

�But even if there is a pensieve, how could I
be seeing its contents if I�m up here and it�s down there?� Hermione asked.

�Leo said that it was so old that the contents were becoming
unstable.� The memories were filtering
out of the room through a crack in the ceiling.�
We checked it out and the room is directly under where your cabin was
prior to the earthquake.�

�So they were Lilith�s memories!� Hermione
said, nodding as it began to make sense.

�How come Dawn never experienced any of them, then, if they were just
filtering into the cabin?� Snape questioned, ever skeptical.

�I guess Hermione was the closest,� Draco said.� �And Dawn was probably spending a fair amount
of time in my father�s cabin before the werewolf incident.� Anyway, the memories are degrading, so Leo
and Cyrus are trying to view as many of them as possible before they fall
apart.�

�You didn�t offer to help them?� Severus asked.

�No,� Draco said, shaking his head.�
�The memories are all old�from before.�
None of them will be useful in finding my father.�

�They might be useful in finding a great deal of other things, though,
if this primitive pensieve is any indication!�
Hermione said.� Both Slytherins
could see the light of excitement in her eyes.�
Harry and Ron had feared and loved that look in the past; it invariably
meant they were in for an adventure.

Draco rolled his eyes.� �I�m
going to go see if I can open any more rooms down there.�

Severus nodded.� Hermione was
still deep in thought and did not even hear him.� Draco gave Snape a sympathetic look and then
sauntered out of the cabin.

�� Severus let her stay in her
intellectual daze for a few minutes.�
Yes, it was certainly true that the discovery of an early pensieve � one that eclipsed their former time of invention
by a thousand years, easily � was amazing.�
But it was Hermione�s words and her excitement that were bothering him.

�� Hephaestus had said that they should
leave that school well alone.� That
obviously was not happening.� Hera had warned that something momentous was down there,
and Severus was a thousand percent sure it was not the pensieve.

�� Hermione?� he said, touching her
shoulder gently.

�� She started and craned her neck to
look at him.� �What?�

�� Did you ever consider�that
sometimes things are better left undiscovered?�

�� She stared at him for a moment and
then stood up from her chair.� She paced
a few times, back and forth, and then stopped.�
�No.� No, I hadn�t.�

�� If people just�just controlled
their curiosity, especially when warned to stay clear of things�then terrible
things wouldn�t happen,� he said.

�� Something always happens, Severus,�
she replied, shaking her head.� �It might
not be that terrible thing, but it always has to be something, and that
something could be worse.�

�� Or better.�

�� She blinked, looking as if he was
speaking Polish to her.� �The point is,
something will always happen and we can never truly know what it will be, so
there is no good reason that we shouldn�t try to find every little secret that
is in that school.�

�� What if those secrets are
horrific?� What if they will haunt us for
the rest of our lives?�

�� More horrific than what we�ve been
through?� More haunting than what we�ve
already experienced?�� Her voice was
rising steadily.� �Tell me, what could
possibly top me seeing the love of my young life being disemboweled by Voldemort?�

�� Snape winced.� The last thing he had wanted to remind her of
was Ronald Weasley.�
But he had seen it, too, and it had been pretty awful.� Maybe she was right.� Maybe nothing could top what they had
experienced.� And yet he still had a
feeling about this school�this place�

�� I�m sorry,� he said quietly.� �I shouldn�t have brought it up.�

�� No,� she said, blinking back
tears.� �I get it.� I get what you�re trying to say.� But Severus�I know�that everything I
experienced, all the horror, the pain, the heartbreak�it�s miniscule compared
to what you went through.�

�� He shook his head.� �Most of it was self-inflicted.� That doesn�t count.�

�� If I were you,� she said, �I
wouldn�t be afraid of anything.�

�� For once, Hermione Granger, you�ve
got it all wrong.�� It was his turn to
pace, and he did so, eventually stopping to lean on the window frame and look
out at the idyllic beach scene. ��The
more you face adversity, the more you fear it will return again.�

�There must be millions of you,� I say.�
�Millions.�
Where do you hide?�

�Hide?� Apollo replies.� �I would
not say that we hide; more that we like to keep things mysterious.� We stick to the untouched places in this
world.� There are not many anymore, but
they suit us.�

�Where in this world is untouched?� I exclaim.� �Antarctica?�

He chuckles.� �There are
places.� Besides, there are fewer of us
than you think.�

�If you never die, and your children never die, and their children
never die�you just keep reproducing.� How
can there be fewer than I think?�

Apollo examined his fingernails.�
�Since Merlin, all of our children have been mortal.�

I turn to look at him.� �What?�

�You heard me correctly.� Ever
since Merlin died, all of our children eventually die, as well.� No one can explain it.� That�s why most of us have stopped
reproducing.� With each
other, anyway.�

�That�s�awful,� I say.� I can
just imagine what it had been like for the first children produced after Merlin.� When you�re mortal you know that eventually
you and everyone around you are going to die.�
Apollo hadn�t known that.� They
had all been so used to living forever; it had to be crushing to realize that
every moment counted, because those moments were numbered.

�It was difficult, but we adjusted.��
His face is tense as he says it.

�But you�re stuck with the same people forever.� Don�t you get lonely?� I ask.

�There is no one on this great planet, and I�m fairly sure no one in
this universe, that I would rather be lonely and �stuck� with,� he said.� The tension leaks out of his face and he
smiles.� �My family may all be mad, and
we may occasionally have our spats, but they are my family.� No amount of time can change the bond we
have.�

I grimace.� I cannot imagine
spending eternity with my family, rest their twisted
souls � not even the ones I sort of liked.

�You�re kind of right, though,� Apollo says.� �About there being millions of us.�

�You just told me I was wrong.�
How am I right?�

�Well, think about it.� Mortal
wizards like yourself came from somewhere.�

�From Merlin.�

�And Merlin came from us.� So, in
a way, we do never stop reproducing.�

�Do you mean to say that every witch and wizard is descended from one
of you?�

�Not all, but most,� he said, shrugging.� �We can�t account for the Muggle-borns at times.�
Usually one or both of the parents has some small inkling of wizard
blood; it�s just too little to be expressed.�
For some reason, it seems to rejuvenate in the child.� Others are just complete mysteries.� Another thing we can�t explain.��

Few things had ever boggled my mind, but at this moment, I was
boggled.� �So�what does that mean?�

�It means,� the god said, �that muggle-borns could be the next step in the evolutionary
process of witches and wizards.� Either that, or they are just pure anomalies and there really is no
meaning.�

I am unsure what my face looks like as I digest this information.� First of all, I am talking to a god about
evolution.� That is strange enough.� But�muggle-borns,
the next step in the evolution of witches and wizards?� I can see how it is possible; there have
always been too few pureblood families.�
After enough generations, it seems that nearly everyone is related in
some way.� This, of course, led to
inbreeding, be it as direct as first cousins or as indirect as third cousins�
grand nephew twice removed.� I don�t know
if that�s actually possible, but it was the only example I could come up with
on short notice � and it is merely common sense that dictates that inbreeding
weakens blood, no matter how pure it is.�
So�is it possible?� Are muggle-borns nature�s way of
saving wizardkind? ��

I am surprised my head hasn�t exploded yet.

From the moment Leo entered the memory, he knew it was different from
the others.� Aside from the first one
that he viewed, many of the memories in the pensieve
had been happy.� There were memories of Lilith�s parents, whom he learned were named Jonas and
Eugenia.� He could see that they loved
their daughter, but also feared her; as far as he could tell from the memories,
neither of them could do magic.

There were also many memories of Ambrose, the man he had seen in the
first memory.� He was now able to piece
together the story, based on Hermione�s recall of her pseudo-dreams and the
information in the pensieve.� Lilith had only
just begun to attend the school that Ambrose and Baltasar
ran when her parents made the decision to withdraw her and move away.� She had run away from them upon hearing this,
coming to the only place she knew � apparently they had not been in Greece long, either.� The school was closed; it was not a boarding
school so there was no one there at night. �That was when Lilith
was attacked by the werewolf.� It had not
been intelligent to sleep on the beach during the full moon, but Lilith knew little of the wizarding
world and had never been warned against werewolves.

It had been Ambrose who had taken her in.� The others, including Baltasar,
wanted to kill her where they found her.�
They reasoned that it would have been the kindest thing they could
do.� Ambrose had not agreed, and ignoring
the rest of them, he sheltered her in the school.

What followed was a brief, intense attachment.� Leo could not figure out if Ambrose had
children, but he certainly treated Lilith like his
own daughter.� And she, long starved for
stability or a true, magical mentor, responded in kind.

But this memory�this was different.�
After so many happy scenes, full of Ambrose�s eyes and smile and gentle
approval, this was different.� His face
was strained, pale, and his eyes hollow.

�Lilith,� he said, his voice rough, �you must
go in your case tonight.�

The girl turned around, her eyes confused.� �But�it is not the moon yet!�

�I know,� he said gravely.� �But
you must.� It is the only way you will be
safe.�

�Safe?� she asked.� Her face
underwent a transformation the next moment, going from confusion to outright
terror.� �Are�are my parents coming after
me?� she whispered.� She had developed a
fear of them since she had learned, undoubtedly, that they were involved in the
deaths of many witches and wizards.� No
one yet knew how, since they were not magical, but it was certain that the
hundreds that were turning up dead had not killed themselves.

Ambrose�s blue eyes threatened to brim over.� �Maybe,� he said softly.� �I can�t be sure.�

�Are they coming for you?� she questioned a moment later, her lip
quivering.

He closed his eyes in the way that people often did when they were
praying for help.� �Yes,� he
replied.� �I think they are.�

�You must leave!� she cried, running over and throwing her arms around
him.� �Put me in the case and leave!�

His arms rested around her shoulders.�
He was holding onto her as if she was a buoy in the middle of a vast
ocean, the only thing that could keep him from drowning.� �I can�t,� he said at last.

�Why not?�� Lilith was crying now, her eyes red and puffy.

�Lilith, my dear�I am the reason that this
war started.�

Leo felt his eyebrows rise and he walked a slow circle around the two
of them.� Ambrose was the cause?� It didn�t make any sense; thus far, he and
the other witches and wizards seemed to be the victims.�

After a shocked silence, Lilith whispered,
�What do you mean?�

Ambrose released her and began to pace around the small room.� �Long before I met you, Lilith,
I knew other lycanthropes.� My brother
and his young son were attacked by werewolves nearly twenty years ago.� The son � my nephew � died from the wounds,
but my brother survived and was turned into a lycanthrope.� I saw what he went through after that.� I saw his misery, his hatred.� It did not matter what he was before, or what
he had done.� He was simply�a creature to
them after the attack.� One not worthy of love or care or even respect.� His wife left him and took away his other children.� Most of our family acted as if he had never
existed.�

�That�s terrible.�� Lilith�s hand was over her mouth, and tears dripped freely
down her cheeks.� �I�is
that what would have happened to me?�

Ambrose looked at his boots.� �I
will be honest.� When we found you...many
of the teachers wanted to kill you.� You
were very badly injured, anyway, and they wanted to save you from that misery.�

�I have never been miserable here.�
Never.�

�I know,� he said, managing a ghost of a smile.� �But if you were anywhere else, it would not
be the same.�

�Thank you,� she said, embracing him once again.� His hand absently stroked her hair and
eventually rested on the crown of her head.

�I made a promise to my brother,� he continued.� �I promised I would find a way to cure
him.��

She nodded against his chest.

�I tried and tried and tried, but nothing seemed to work.� After three years of failed attempts, he took
his own life.�

Lilith looked up sharply, her face full of pain.� �At least you tried!� she said emphatically,
clutching the front of his robes.� �From
what you tell me, that is more than anyone else would have done.�

Ambrose nodded.� �After his
death, I became obsessed with finding a cure.�
I spent three more years of my life bent over a cauldron.� I did have some success, but I could never
quite find the precise formulation.� Then
Baltasar came to me, proposing that we start a
school, and I could not refuse.� I could
not refuse the chance to instill tolerance in the next generation of wizards
and witches, among other things.�

Lilith frowned.� It
was obvious, judging by her expression, that there was still very little
tolerance.

�As the school flourished I began to forget about my obsession.� I thought I had done my best, given my all to
find that cure, and if I could not find it then it was simply not meant to be
found.�� He hugged her gently, kissing
the top of her head.� �Then you came
along.�

The girl looked up.� �You began
working on it again?�

�Yes.� I�you are very dear to me,
Lilith, and I did not want to see one so young and
innocent suffer as my brother had.�

�I don�t understand,� she murmured.�
�I don�t understand how this means you are the cause of the war.�

�I did it, Lilith.�

Leo�s jaw dropped.� He did
it?� He found a cure for lycanthropy?!

Lilith had a similar reaction.� �You�you found a cure?� she exclaimed, her
face filling with joy.� �What is the
problem with that?� How can anyone start
a war over that?�

�The potion has some�side effects.�

Her face fell slightly.� �What
kind of side effects?�

�I went too far, Lilith.� It doesn�t just cure lycanthropy.� It�it removes all magic from the user.�

Leo needed to sit down.� Oh
dear.� Oh dear oh dear oh dear.� That was definitely something that could
start a war.� But with
who?� Who wanted that potion
recipe?� Surely wizards would
not�neutralize other wizards?� What would
be the point in that?

�Oh my God.�

�Yes.� I know.� But I�I know there are some lycanthropes and
other groups who would rather become squibs than live with their conditions and
still be able to use magic, so I was ready to release it for medicinal
use.� That was when the killing began.�

�They want the formula?� she asked, her voice trembling.

�Yes.�

�Who?� Who is
doing this?� And why kill all those
innocent people?�

�I don�t know who, Lilith, but I do not think
that this is just about the potion.�

�What do you mean?�� Her face was
a map of confusion and despair.

Ambrose looked uncomfortable, as if what he wanted to say would either
greatly upset her or cause her to laugh at him.�
But now was clearly the time for disclosure.� �I think�I think this is a movement against
the magical community in general.� I
don�t think it�s about the potion, as much as it is about the potion making
their goal a lot easier.�

�You mean�muggles?�

He nodded gravely.� �Muggles�with the aid of some crooked witches and
wizards.� How else could they know where
the schools and communities are?� How
else could they know how to kill us?�

�But why?� she demanded.�
Her eyes were filling with tears again.

He knelt down so that he could look directly into her eyes.� His hands cupped her face.� �People have always feared what they could
not understand.� We know that, little
one,� he said quietly.� �Those few
witches and wizards that are assisting the muggles
are probably peddling their own agenda � they want control of the magical
world.� And what better
way than to manipulate muggles?� They will lash out at anything if they
perceive it to be threatening��

Lilith looked at her feet.� �At least�at least with the potion they would
not be killing people!� she cried.

�No,� he agreed, �it would not kill people, but it would enslave
them.� Which is worse?�

Leo understood what Ambrose meant, even if Lilith
could not.� Those few witches and wizards
who would be left would, effectively, be able to take control of the entire
world.� With no other wizards to stand in
their way, the world was helpless.� Muggles and squibs could not hope to fight back,
particularly if these power-hungry wizards indulged in dark magic.� And given their betrayal of their own kind,
and the bloodshed that was quickly growing larger and more widespread, they
probably did.

Lilith had gone silent.

�Do you understand now, little one?� Ambrose asked, pushing a piece of
her hair behind her ear.

She nodded.� �What will you do with
the potion?�� There was a small note of
hope in her voice.

�If you wanted it�I could not give it to you, not now.� I destroyed what I brewed, and I will take
the recipe with me to the death.� I have
erased Baltasar�s memory of the formulation.� But�I created it for you, Lilith,
and if�if you still want it after this all blows over�if you want to sacrifice
your magic for a normal life�I will give you the recipe.� When it is safe, you can brew it.�

�When will it be safe?� she questioned, glancing warily at the display
case she stayed in during her transformations.

�I don�t know,� Ambrose sighed.�
�But when it is, Baltasar or myself will come and free you, and you can make your choice
then.� Now�are you ready to hear the
formula?�

Lilith nodded.

�Do not put this in your pensieve,� Ambrose
said, his voice taking on an edge.� �You
must remember it in your head, or all these efforts will be in vain.�

�Thank you,� the girl whispered.�
�Thank you for going through all this trouble for me.�

�Ah, my dear,� he said, his face softening, �it
is only trouble when people choose to make it so.�

Leo felt a burst of frustration as the memory began to blur and he felt
himself floating upwards.� Of course they
would not have put the formula in the pensieve; then
anyone who wandered into the school could have stumbled upon it.� It was obvious, given the fact that Lilith had been in her display case for over a thousand
years, that Ambrose and Baltasar had not lived
through the war.� So, as far as anyone
knew in the years that followed, the potion was lost.� But it still existed�inside the head of a
twelve going on 2,000 year old werewolf.

Leo felt the familiar dizziness as his feet found solid ground
again.� Cyrus was holding his arms
tightly, steadying him.� �We need to
store that one!� Leo said as urgently as he could.� �Get me a bottle now, before I forget any of
it!�

Cyrus grabbed for one of the small glass bottles they had brought down,
fumbling and knocking one to the ground before he managed to get the vessel
into Leo�s shaking hands.

�Now draw it out!� Leo demanded.�
He closed his eyes and focused intensely, and Cyrus touched his wand to
the other man�s forehead.� Slowly, the
silver stream of the memory emerged, and Cyrus carefully collected it.

When it was done, Leo sat down heavily.

�What was in there that was so important?� Cyrus asked, labeling the
little bottle.

�You�ll see,� Leo replied.� �But
aside from that�I figured out how to understand the girl.�

�I still don�t understand what this has to do with the school,� I say,
mostly to myself.� Apollo is now standing
on the other side of the great temple�s fa�ade, staring out over the
mountainside.�

�You will,� he replies.

I turn toward him.� �What do you
mean I will?� You�re not going to tell
me?�

�I�ve already said too much,� he says with a shake of his head.� �And you know,� he began, his voice dropping
as he stepped closer, �there is a price for all the things you have learned.�

�What?�� I take a step back in
spite of myself.� My wand is in my hand,
but I know it will do no good against him.

�You of all people should know that nothing is free.�� His arms are folded against his chest now,
and he looks like a stern parent about to lecture a wayward child.� �I�ve given you a second chance.� Not many thought you deserved it, but I�I
confess a soft spot for you and your family.�
I am allowed my follies.�

I frown.� I think my face says
well enough how I feel about being referred to as a folly.� �It is not as if you gave me the chance to
decide if I wanted to hear this information or not,� I bite off.

�Would you really have been content to know nothing?� Apollo asks
slyly.

I glare at him.� He knows very
well that being uninformed drives me crazy.�
My stomach is in a knot.� I can�t
decide how to feel, and that is something that also drives me crazy.

�Do not disappoint me, Lucius.�
It is rare that I place my confidence in a mortal, but I think I have
chosen well this time.�

I shake my head.� �You know I
make no promises.�

A small, rueful smile graces his face.�
�I did not ask for any.�

In an instant I feel as if I have been slammed by a great force, and my
eyes go dark.

Draco sighed and rested his head on his knees.� Though the beach was expansive and most of
the dig team was concentrated in one area, it was quite difficult to find
somewhere to be alone.� It proved true
once again when he heard an answering sigh a few moments later.� He looked up, and there was Hermione Granger
looking distressed.

��What�s the matter with you?� he asked.� �Ten minutes ago you were all exhilarated about
the pensieve.�

�Yes, well��

�Well what?�

�Severus and I had a�discussion�and it didn�t end up the way either of
us hoped.�

�That happens sometimes in a relationship.�

Her head whipped around, her curls dashing around her cheeks. �What?�

�Come on, Hermione.� He�s
sleeping in your cabin.� I�m not an
idiot.�

She blushed violently.�
�Nothing�nothing�s happened,� she stammered.

�Frankly, I don�t care what has or hasn�t happened.� It doesn�t embarrass me.�

�It doesn�t embarrass me either,� Hermione replied, frowning.� �I just haven�t gotten used to thinking of it
as a relationship.� It�s all so strange.�

�Life is strange.�

�Obviously you�re not in the mood to talk,� she said a moment
later.� �I�ll leave you alone.�� She stood and began to walk away, absently
brushing the sand from her behind.�

The wind carried the grains of sand back to him, and he closed his eyes
against them.� Impulsively, he called
after her, �I didn�t mean to be dismissive.�

She stopped and turned, her arms crossed over her chest.� �I know.��

�It�s just�I don�t understand this.��
He paused and she walked back to him, wisely keeping her silence.� A minute passed before he heaved a sigh and
wondered aloud, �Where is he?�

�They said he was safe,� Hermione answered, easing herself down onto the
sand again.� She could not keep the note
of doubt out of her voice.

�If he�s safe, then where the hell is he?� Why hasn�t he come back like you and Snape
did?�

�I don�t know.�

�Why are they doing this to us at all?�

�I don�t know.�

�Are we supposed to just believe that they�re gods?� Are we supposed to blindly accept what they
say?�

She didn�t say she didn�t know, because it would be redundant and Draco
knew the answer just like she did.

�Sometimes I hate being a wizard,� Draco said softly.� �Sometimes I wish I was just some stupid muggle�content in my ignorance.�

The world spins crazily when I open my eyes.� There are voices; someone is speaking to me,
and though the inflections are rough, I understand.

�Sir!� Sir, are
you all right?�

I blink.� It is bright and hot,
the ground rough beneath me.

�Yes,� I hear myself saying.�
�Yes, I think I am.�

Arms are helping me up.� I am
dizzy, and hands steady me.� Slowly, I
take in their faces.� Three men, two dark
and one pale.� They all look
concerned.� The pale man speaks; his
accent is strange but it is English.

�What happened?�

�I�m not really sure,� I answer.�
Apollo made it sound like this would be a great test, but so far I did
not feel as if I was in any danger.

�It is very hot,� one of the other men says. ��Maybe it is heatstroke.�

�No,� I say.� �I feel fine.� I just�need to get my bearings.�

I take a step forward, and hesitantly they let me go.� I look up and instantly I stop.� A strange feeling settles in my stomach.� Before me, on a stone pedestal, there is a
tremendous wooden structure.� It is in
the shape of a horse.

�Where�where am I?� I ask for the second time in a day.

The three men exchange a look.

�You don�t know?� one of them asks.

I shake my head.

�Well, sir�� the pale man says slowly, �you are in Troy.� �
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