Choices || Harry Potter [HP X PJO]

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"Alright," Draco said, pulling me aside and into an empty hallway as I was making my way to potions. "What's your problem with me?"

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, then my expression hardened. "What's my problem with you? Draco, what happened to you? You were nice, you were my best friend, and then you came here, while the rest of us were fighting for our lives, for the whole freaking world, while you got to sit here safely and be a spoiled little brat! So what's my problem with you, huh? Draco, I hate who you've become, but more than that, I'm so freaking jealous I hate it! I hate that you can be safe and spoiled and rude while I've watched so many of our friends die!"

He stared at me, shocked and dumbfounded, as I spun around and left him in the corridor. My chest was heaving, and I tried to blink back my tears. My hands, which were hidden by my long sleeves, were clenched so tightly in a fist that my knuckles were white.

How dare he, I fumed. How dare he have the nerve to ask why I was angry, when he was being a little insolent brat!

For the rest of the day, I could feel his gaze burning into my back, but I avoided him like the plague. I didn't look at him, I didn't speak to or about him, I didn't acknowledge him in any way other than my annoyed and angry thoughts. 

I knew he would try and approach me during lunch, so I just went to the library, instead, and that was when I bumped into no other than Hermione Granger.

"Sorry, sorry," I mumbled, remembering the cold looks that she and her friends would send me. 

She took me by surprise, though, and helped me pick up the books I was carrying. "No problem," she said, standing back up to hand them to me. She glanced down at the title of the book, and I felt my blood go cold. "How To Conceal Your Aura? What's that?"

I paled drastically. "It's, ah, for, um..." I stuttered, and she narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously, flipping through the book.

"This is for all the other demiwitches or demiwizards," she read the first page aloud. Thankfully, the whole library was empty, so there was no risk of someone overhearing something. "Who have the ability, if correctly learned, to use your wizarding magic to protect you from the monsters that plague our lives. My name is Thysia Beverly, the demiwitch daughter of Hecate, who, as I'm sure you are aware of by now, is the creator of the wizarding world."

Hermione's chocolate brown eyes lifted to meet by gray-ish green irises. "What is this?" She asked. I stayed silent, and her eyes narrowed. "What's going on, Scorpia?"

I eyed the ceiling. Mother, I prayed. Please tell me what to do.

To my surprise, her voice answered in my head. Tell her the truth. You'll need an ally other than that son of Athena at Hogwarts.

My eyes widened in surprise, my eyebrows shot up and I nodded slightly. Hermione was still eyeing me suspiciously, and I sighed. "Well, I have permission to tell you, as long as you tell no one else," I said. She nodded. "The first thing I need you to do is swear on the River Styx not to repeat any of what I tell you, unless I give you permission. It's a binding oath, like an unbreakable oath," I added hastily, whence I saw her puzzled expression.

"Alright," she agreed. "I swear on the River Styx not to repeat any of what Scorpia Astrid tells me of this secret, as long as she does not pose a danger to the wizarding world. I will only tell people if she gives me permission."

I bit my lip. Was I really going to do this? But the decision had already been made, the order already given. "How much do you know about the Greek Gods?" I asked, and she stared at me, surprised.