𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑
"Hey, Dray, 'Mione." Calypso greeted, walking inside the Hospital Wing. "We got more homework, well, yeah, Theodore is planning for world domination and Harry's still a hoe."
She was answered by silence, but that didn't bother her. She set down her bag down the floor and flopping down on the chair with a heavy sigh.
"Found you," Reagan's voice chirped.
Calypso turned her head to see Reagan and his now blue hair, Odysseus appeared in tow of his friend looking healthier than she last saw him.
"Hello, Hermione and Draco." Odysseus greeted, sitting across Calypso.
"The silence kills me, man." Reagan sighed, sitting by his friend.
"Don't worry in a few days they'll be back to normal." Calypso informed them, fiddling with her crystal bracelet.
"Too long," Reagan whined.
Odysseus rolled his eyes, elbowing his friend. Reagan yelped and sent his friend a glare. Calypso laughed lightly when Odysseus further retaliated when Reagan nudges him back, the blue-haired teen stumble on his seat and nearly fall to the floor.
"Why you—" Reagan started but was stopped when a black and white barrier made by Calypso stopped him.
"That's enough," Calypso warned the pair with a glare.
They quickly straighten themselves afraid of the bark, Calypso is all bark and strong bites, they found this out after she brawled with Peter Pettigrew and the day her distance cousin Cyrus Rosier said the 'M' word, let's just say he stayed in the hospital bed for five days and nobody knew how it had done, but everything pointed to Calypso who had covered her knuckles.
"Guys!" Theodore's voice broke the silence by skidding past them before retracting his steps and stopping by the of Draco's bed.
"Here," Calypso said passing a glass of water that was supposed to be Draco's.
Theodore thanked her and drowned the whole glass in one go, he passed it back to Calypso and began speaking.
"Harry is asking for us," Theodore huffed out, straightening his back. "He's planning an obstacle course."
"Is he mental?" Reagan scoffed already on his feet.
Calypso sighed as she stood up. "Please, he's mental before he can even walk."
"Let's just get over there," Theodore said, already out the door.
Calypso swiftly followed with Reagan and Odysseus in tow. Odysseus gently snatched Calypso bag while Reagan swung an arm around her shoulder. The girl rolled her eyes and let them be.
Theodore looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow, was Calypso that ignorant? He doubts, the girl was wise and observing, he hopes they won't give her a hard time. He looked away and began guiding them to the Castle of the Round Table. They were greeted by the view of every member of the knights scattered around while Harry stood over a blackboard writing away his genius plan.
"I was thinking..." Harry began, gathering everyone attention after he felt everyone was there.
"That's new," Calypso playfully said, taking her bookbag from Odysseus and sitting beside Reagan.
Harry scowled, chucking the chalk to his sister. Calypso caught it with her telekinesis and levitated it down.
"Anyways, away from my sister," Harry harrumphed, shooting a look towards Calypso. "I was thinking of asking permission that we can perhaps create an obstacle. Maybe ask Professor Dumbledore or Professor Snape? I doubt Professor McGonagall would let us, no, her ire."
Every knight and God stayed in their own thoughts, fidgeting and frowning mauling over the idea.
"What if it's not safe?" Neville asked, his hands playing with the Remembrall his grandmother sent years ago.
"I'll test it first," Harry said, reassuring his friend. "Or we use our kind ghost princess."
Calypso blinked at this. Odd. She and Harry stand shoulder to shoulder, no on left behind and no one is one step ahead. With him suggesting she should try would jeopardize not only her 'Ghost' title but also her ability to blend in. She needed address this.
"I am not to use this obstacle," Calypso said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I am your hidden weapon. I am not to be in the spotlight."
"She has a point," Blaise said, fully agreeing with his best friend. "I'll try it instead. Loki did train me."
"And if you get hurt?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow, challenging him to say something that can end this conversation easily.
Theodore spoke up. "We're Slytherin, no pain no gain. Ambitious or not, we're determined enough to achieve anything. Even if we get hurt in the process, we are bound to be hurt in the long run."
Blaise and Calypso nodded at this. It was true. With so much prejudice towards Slytherins, many of them were overlooked to the extent of that they were looked down. Slytherins were just Ambitious and Cunning folks, they were master of observation, assertion, and goal oriented.
It isn't always achieving; they have a life outside that stereo type. Blaise is ambitious but outside that, he was a loyal and friendly. Theodore is assertive but he was open-minded and trusting. Calypso is goal oriented but outside that she was a to go friend and daring if must.
Evil was said to always lose, but Slytherin is not about losing. They achieve goals by their own means.
"If this obstacle does get approved," Odysseus spoke up. "We ought to get attention from non-members."
Luna and Calypso looked at Harry. Whether he liked it or not, he was their leader, they were his men. Harry looked at his fellow gods, no, they were not his men, they were his friend.
"We will, it goes along the way," Harry hummed. "We will have to be extra careful."
"Why are we doing this in the first place?" Reagan can't help but ask.
"Beyond the walls of a kingdom made of silver and gold are men ready to pillage when our guards are down," Luna sang, gathering everyone's attention, she smiles at her friends. "War is not for children, but we are the target. We are not bound to fight but we are destined to know our fight."
"A fight our adults were supposed to fight," Calypso followed smoothly. "But a simple task they could not finish and now it lays on our shoulder."
"We maybe children," Harry followed through, looking at each of his knights. "But we are chosen to answer a call that was never meant to be answered by us, yet here we are, gathering to do something about that call."
"Leave if you must," Harry exhaled. "But the call will keep you here. With us."
𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑
Calypso rolled around the stiffness of her neck as she finished the last of her work. Her eyes looked out the window of the library, the sun was setting, and summer was calling to them. Months had passed and it went swimmingly with a few bumps, like when Harry nearly shoved his broom up someone's backside. It was a very frightening sight.
A sigh heavy spilled from her lips, she missed the presence of her baby cousin, well no so baby. The process of the Mandrakes maturing was quite slow. Her Uncle Lucius had sent extra for the sake of his heir. She was quite confused to why the Basilisk happened to petrify her cousin. Evil doesn't choose, she thought in conclusion.
With some missing members of their dubbed cult, there were visible sadness around them, even so, they kept the club running every day, studying, and visiting their petrified friends constantly. Calypso sighed. Right, training too. Under her tutelage was Blaise and Rain, two individuals that blends in well in the public, a trait of a spy.
It wasn't that difficult teaching her knights, they were fast learners. Faster than her, if she were to be honest, but she won't say that she had enough pride to boast for. Then February came along, Calypso recalled. Lockhart announced something he thinks was a genius plan that is: Send singing dwarf to your crush. They took it happily and sent one to Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, they were received kindly and sternly.
Apart from this, they spent Valentines Day with a rather spontaneous spa day. Lavender Brown was kind enough to coax them into this. They had face mask, massage, a mani-pedi, and a hair mask. It was a relaxing day, Blaise and Theodore enjoyed it while Ron and Neville had asked for extra face mask. Harry was sassing everyone with his new nails.
And the girls...Rain and River just ignored the overly zealous boys while Calypso and Luna slept through all the procedures. Odysseus and Reagan enjoyed the pink lemonade though. Calypso laughed remembering that day. She did quite enjoy that day because she slept the whole time, the first time in years.
Gazing out the window again, Calypso sighed seeing the sun setting, she gathered her books and papers to her bag before making her way out of the library and to the seventh floor. To her surprise, her friends were huddled by the corner poking something in a potted plant. She squinted her eyes and frown seeing a venus fly trap.
Ah, Neville's grandmother gifted that vicious plant. It was packed in a box, and it dropped on Harry, knocking him off his feet.
"What are you doing to the poor plant?" Calypso asked her greetings, slipping by one of the oversized beanies.
"It nearly snapped at Pretzel." Harry said, clutching the said ball python. "I don't want Draco murdering me for killing his precious child."
Calypso gave him a sardonic expression before plopping down beside Reagan. The older male habitually placed an arm around her.
"We made a revelation today," Rain suddenly said, gathering Calypso's attention.
"Harry sucks at chess." River followed. "Ron and Theo tried teaching him, miserable, really."
"Why am I not surprised," Calypso snorted, pushing herself further up on the beanie.
"Oi! I do my best. Chess is not my forte." Harry sniffed, leaning back beside Neville. "Plus, I don't need chess."
Calypso chuckled at their little argument before flipping on her stomach and planting her face to Reagan's arm. Soon, the tiredness and fatigue washed over her, lulling her to sleep. For now. At least. Her slumber wasn't long as a crashing sound resonated in the room. The ghost in Calypso snapped open and her body was only on its feet her hands glowing with black and white ready to attack. From beside her, Harry and Luna had their hands raised in the same attack stance.
The debris and dust cleared out, Calypso noticed they weren't inside the Room of Requirement anymore, they were somewhere in a deserted wasteland. Her eyes searched the crate that was on the ground, at first there wasn't anything suspicious, but that was only as start.
Luna was to act first as a shadowy hand shot up from the air. Harry dodge whatever was that thing, and Calypso's programming kicked in as she sent a sonic wave to the entity. Whatever that thing is, it's trying not to hurt them.
"WHAT IS THIS?" Harry yelled over as he ran away from the shadow entity's ever elongating hand.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Calypso answered, dodging the hand by shadow teleporting away.
"Flibber Stars!" Luna cursed, using a shieled from being captured by again, whatever that is.
"Please calm down, my holiness!" A male urgent voice said. "Forgive me for I have frighten you. My cousin Mortem thinks this is to be wise to greet you."
"What?" The three gods asked in unison, powering down.
The shadow solidified. Whatever that is had taken a humanoid form of a male, he had jet-black hair that was tied to a bun, grey glowing eyes that stood out from sun kissed skin and wearing what seemed like a three-piece suit, in black. His gloved hand was placed to his chest, and he was bowing in a ninety-degree angle, seeming to be sincere with his apology.
Calypso was the first to move as she took a step forward, eyes calculating and wary.
"You called us 'Your Holiness'." Calypso said, stopping a few good feet from the entity. "Who are you?"
"Apologies, my grace." The entity apologised. "I'm Zadok."
Calypso narrowed her eyes as Luna placed a hand on her shoulder. Harry stood beside them calculating this random entity named Zadok.
"Hebrew," Harry said, detecting the language.
"Means righteous." Calypso translated.
"Are you?" Luna asked, ready to teleport them away. "Are you, righteous?"
"Yes, my holiness," Zadok urgently said, kneeling on one of his knees. "My cousin Mortis had assigned me to your liege."
"Did he now- he did...didn't he?" Harry grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, My grace." Zadok said with a bow of this head. "I am in your service."
"All of us?" Calypso asked, closing near to the entity.
"Yes," Zadok replied. "I came from a line of followers; I happen to follow the gods of Divine Cosmos."
Huh, we're called Divine cosmos. Harry mused over telepathically.
"As you see, since you are nearing the full cycle of becoming pledged gods," Zadok explained, rising from his knees. "I will be by your sides guiding you through out."
"But this is my first years in action..." Luna muttered, clutching Calypso's cardigan.
"Yes, but with Her and His Grace, you have flourished, my grace. You have proven that life can be cruel and kind...and you my grace—" He turned to Harry. "You have proved that Death is kind, even as people portray it as the end of the line—" He turned to Calypso. "You my grace had—time to time, proven that everything had a category of purpose."
"So, you're our personal guide...?" Harry asked with hand gestures. "Don't Hebe and Mortem stick to that?"
"Yes, but they have job to do, they can not stick with you all the time, especially Hebe, hence why, I am here." Zadok said. "But not as your ward, but a friend."
"Huh," Calypso hummed. "Friend."
"Yes,"
"I still don't get why we're here," Luna mumbled looking around the dreary place.
"This was what was left of the late-Divine Cosmos," Zadok explained, gesturing to the empty dead wasteland. "What once was an empire turned into a civil war. No harmony among the people leads to its downfall."
"Empires always fall," Harry said, looking at what seemed like the remains of foundation. "Why build an empire?"
"They wanted to protect their people, but they shun them from the real world." Zadok said in a grave tone, remembering the war that pillage its own people. "Lives that we not to be taken that day were lost. Mortem, Hebe, and the Cosmos had decided that they will wait for new gods to rise."
"They had picked you. You do not seek in glory and greed, but peace and tranquillity. You will not build a kingdom or an empire, but a paradise. Hebe chose a dreamer. Mortem chose a survivor, and the Cosmos chose a weapon." Zadok said with so much grace and sincerity, it entrapped the Divine Cosmos attention.
He turned to them with the most promising and gratifying looks. "You are chosen because you went through denial, rage, bargaining, grief, and love. And that is what all it takes to understand peace."