Leto Sagitta and the Wizards of London | BEING REWRITTEN

will ATTEMPT to post first rewritten chapter by august



If you're reading this, stop right away.

For those people out there who think this is just a made up story and wish to be like one of us. You have no idea what you're thinking. Fine, read on. I envy you, for having such a normal and safe life. Being like us can immediately make you want to start writing your will. Think of it like having a bunch of people wanting to kill you wherever you go.

And if you don't listen to my warning and continue reading on, and you're pretty sure everything I say is almost exactly like your life, you might but one of us. My advice, pretend you never opened this book and listen to whatever your mom or dad said about your birth, try to live a normal life, and do not draw any attention to yourself.

But if you realize too late that your life is exactly like mine. They might have also figured it out, and your life will never, ever, be the same ever again.


If you're wondering who I am, my name is Leto Sagitta.

I was named after my dad, Apollo's, mother, and I am ten years old. Yeah, that's right, my dad is the one and only god, Apollo; god of music, poetry and prophecies. Yep, my dad is a god, and my mom is a mortal, making me a half-blood, half-human and half-god. As we like to call it, demigods.

I always thought that I was just some messed up dyslexia and ADHD troubled kid who only had a mom, from London. Why I lived in London? That is a question that will never be answered. I mean the gods live in America, not England. And no matter where I went, trouble followed me like a tail.

I never bother telling my mom about any of the bad things that I always accidentally do at school, because she was always at work or had strange people in robes over at our house.

And then some cloaked person followed me home from school, my mom freaked out, and before I knew it we were on a plane heading somewhere called Long Island, New York.

My mom drove me to a hill in the middle of nowhere, told me to go past the tree on the top of the hill, go towards the farmhouse, and then look for some people in orange shirts. And as a confused 6-year-old, I went, and at the top of the hill by the giant pine tree, I turned around, to see that my mom didn't follow me up the hill. She waved sadly, got back in the car and drove off back in the direction we came. I didn't understand why my mom would just leave me here in the middle of nowhere. So with nowhere else to go, I trudged my way down the hill towards the farmhouse, well, where I thought the farmhouse was, stood a camp called Cmad Hfal-Dloob. Well, according to my dyslexia it was.


Five months later, I got claimed as the daughter of Apollo, my mom was dead. And Camp Half-Blood, was now my forever home.

My best friends here, are Luke Castellan, son of Hermes; and Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. The three of us have, probably, the most clay beads on our necklace, meaning that we, probably, stayed here at Camp Half-Blood the longest out of all the other campers. They both had five while I only had four. We get one bead each year on the last day of summer, which is when most demigods come to Camp Half-Blood. The day before most of us goes back to their normal lives with their mom or dad. The day I never will get to experience.

But I love Camp Half-Blood with my entire heart. Everything here is wonderful, well, expect for our camp director Mr. D, who had a tendency to call me Lisa Sage.

I always knew that my life would never be the same, ever since I first realized who and what my dad really was. But I try really hard to make my life as normal as a demigod's life can be.


Now if you're wondering why in the love of the gods I'm somewhere other than Camp Half-Blood, where I stayed for the past four years; in a completely different country; with Lady Hecate, goddess of magic; staring at a wall. I have no idea. Lady Hecate said that we were going somewhere called Diagonally. And how in the love the gods we ended up in front of a brick wall is an excellent question, for I was asking myself that.

It all started on July 25. About four weeks after Annabeth, Grover, and the new Poseidon kid, came back from their quest, luckily alive and luckily not seriously injured.

I was woken up early from a dream of four people in a room. Two of them were skinny and the other two were, well, very large... and there were papers everywhere and people yelling. I didn't want to go back to sleep because demigod dreams aren't just dreams, they're visions. Somewhere in the world that was happening.

This was the second time I had a dream like that. The first time was in late June. It was about a scrawny small kid who looked around eight or nine years old, who was hissing at a snake, and the snake was hissing back like they were having a conversation. And then a large boy looking around twelve years old, yelled in an accent. 'Out of the way, you.' I immediately recognized it. After living in London for six years, I knew it was a British accent. He punched the scrawny boy out of the way; the large boy and another boy, with a face like a rat, put their faces up against the glass. But then, the glass disappeared, and both of the boys almost fell in the snake exhibit. Then, I woke up.


I had decided to go to the archery range to let out steam. I didn't understand my dreams. Which god had to do something with snakes? I felt the power surge through me as I pulled the arrow back. Why are they living in London? I aimed and hit. Are they like me? Another Bullseye. A demigod living in London for no apparent reason? I pulled another arrow from my arrow bag, as I heard steps running towards me. I quickly turned around, pointing my bow at the intruder.

Thank the gods it was just the new Poseidon kid, Percy Jackson. I was always on my toes, ever since that hellhound got inside Camp Half-Blood. One attack could gradually lead to many attacks.

"It's just me Leto," Percy exclaimed breathing heavily, making it obvious that he ran around camp trying to find me. "Chiron told me to get you. He says that he needs to talk to you about something important. He wants you to meet him at the Big House." I had a feeling that it was going to be about the two dreams I had. Chiron always ends up figuring out about stuff, like the time where Luke and I "accidentally" made all the Camp Half-Blood shirts bright pink. He gave us the stink eye for months.

I lowered my bow and quietly thanked him as I started quickly towards the Big House.

As I was about to get out of earshot of Percy, I heard him mumble to himself. "If only I could be good at archery." I smiled to myself as I started sprinting towards the Big House. No wonder Annabeth thinks his brain is made of seaweed and kelp.


I slipped into the room hopefully unnoticed, but abruptly stopped as I realized who was in the room. "Lady Hecate." I quickly bowed at her presence, remembering what she looked like from the Winter Solstice. But she wasn't the one who caught my eye. It was the old man with bright blue eyes and half-circle glasses, wearing a robe. The type of robes my mom and the people who came to our house nearly always wore.

Before I even entered the Big House, I felt the presence of strong magic. But I didn't feel exactly like the gods' magic and power. It felt like something else. Something familiar. Like, I was back home, back home in London. And I knew that it was coming from that old man in the robes.

"Leto." I snapped my attention to Chiron. "We need you to seek the Oracle for a quest. One that could last a while." Eight words went through my mind. Oh. For the love of the gods. No

"How long?" To tell you the truth, I was afraid. Although I been training for the past four years for this day to happen. Father, why have you brought this quest upon me?

"Well, if I told you, you might not accept the quest." He had a good point. "Do you accept then?"

This would probably be the only time that I could actually leave Camp Half-Blood.

"I accept." The words just came out of my mouth before I could register what I just said. And at that moment, I knew that those two words would change my world drastically.

"Well, Leto Sagitta, go up to the attic. The Oracle awaits you. When you come back down, we will-," he motioned at Lady Hecate and the old man in the robes. "Talk more about you quest and what needs to happen."


I traveled up four flights of stairs and stopped at the familiar sight of a green trapdoor. The last time I was here was when Annabeth and I were waiting for Luke to get his quest.

I pulled the cord. The trapdoor swung down, and a wooden ladder clattered into place.

The warm air from above smelled like mildew, rotten wood, and.... snakes.

I took a deep breath and climbed.

The attic was filled with Greek hero junk from their quests, from a long time ago.

I walked towards the window, where the Oracle sat. I heard a lot about the Oracle, being a daughter of Apollo, but to tell you the truth, I was surprised when I first looked at her. The Oracle wore a tie-dyed sundress, lots of beaded necklaces, and a headband over long black hair. Luke was right, just looking at the Oracle sent chills up your back. She sat up on her stool and opened her mouth. A green mist poured out, coiling over the floor in thick tendrils, hissing like twenty thousand snakes. The trap door slammed shut. And I heard the Oracle's voice in my head: I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask.

I took me a while to get the courage to finally ask, "What is my quest?"

The mist swirled more thickly, collecting right in front of me. Suddenly there were four people sitting in a room. Their faces became clearer. Although I haven't seen my mom in four years, I recognized her and some of the people who usually came to our house immediately.

I blinked rapidly. It was just a vision made from the green mist. My mom wasn't actually alive.

My mom faced me and spoke in the voice of the Oracle: You shall go east to the school of magic.

A man with red hair and glasses looked towards me and said in the same voice: You shall meet the boy whose life was tragic.

A guy with messy hair and glasses messed his hair even more, then said: You shall protect him from the man with seven souls.

Finally, a woman with a round face announced the worst line: And in the end, you shall fail your role.

The figures began to dissolve. I was too stunned to say anything. The mist retreated, coiling into a huge serpent and slithering back into the mouth of the mummy. The tail of the mist snake disappeared into the mummy's mouth. She reclined back against the wall. Her mouth closed tight as if it hadn't been open in a hundred years. The attic was silent again, abandoned, nothing but a room full of mementos. What will I fail to do?

I knew that I could stay there as long as I wanted, but I wouldn't learn anything else.

My time with the Oracle was over.


"Well? What did the Oracle say?" Chiron asked me.

I sat down. "She said I would protect a boy for a man."

The old man in the robes nodded slightly not satisfied.

"What did the Oracle say exactly?" Chiron pressed. "This is important."

I knew a lot about prophecies because my dad was the god of prophecies, but, mostly because Annabeth was obsessed with them. I had to tell him. "She told me to go east to the school of magic and protect a boy with a tragic life from a man with seven souls. And..." I hesitated. "I would fail in the end."

He studied my face. "Very well, Leto. But to warn you, the Oracle's word often have a double meaning. Don't dwell on them too much. You won't understand it until the event pasts."

I nodded. "So where is this 'school of magic' and who do I have to protect?"

"Ah, this is why Lady Hecate and Albus is here." He motioned towards the old man in the robes and Lady Hecate. Albus. That name sounded familiar. But I didn't know why.

"Well to answer your question, the school of magic is Hogwarts. And I am the headmaster of that school." Said this Albus. He looked at me with amusement twinkling in his eyes, probably mentally laughing at my shocked looked. But I wasn't shocked about there being a school for magic because Greek and Roman gods exist, but that he too had a British accent.

I nodded. "And the who do I protect who against?"

"You have to protect Harry Potter." Dumbledore's face slightly darkened so fast that if you blinked, you wouldn't have noticed it. "From Voldemort."

I nodded slowly. "But why was I chosen for this quest?"

"Ah, I knew you were going to ask that. Your mother was a witch." Chiron said this like it was an everyday thing at Camp Half-Blood. And I was speechless.

"So that means I'm half-god and half-wizard?" No wonder I was better at certain things compared to my siblings.

"Precisely. And because of your father's power, your magic has been hidden deep inside of you. Too deep for it to be useful. This is why Lady Hecate is here. To grant you some magic so your magic will become stronger." Chiron motioned towards her.

Lady Hecate gracefully stood and made her way towards me. "Many millenniums ago, I granted 7 mortals the power of magic. The original wizards. They soon reproduced, and instead of 7 wizards, there were many. These wizards practices magic with wands and, like demigods, are important and powerful beings." She lifted her hand until it was in front of my chest and chanted, "Εγώ σας χορηγήσει την τη δύναμη της μαγείας." Which I understood was Greek for 'I grant you the power of magic.' You would probably expect I'd feel different, like a breeze blowing at me making me feel refreshed and more powerful. But to tell you the truth. I felt exactly the same as I did 5 seconds ago.

Chiron and Dumbledore quickly explained something's about houses, magical wands, singing hats, and an alley to buy all my stuff I need for the school year; while I tried to put the pieces of my life together

Dumbledore stood up and dropped a yellowish envelope addressed in emerald green ink and was luckily in Greek:

Ms. L. Sagitta

4th Bunk on the Right

Apollo Cabin

Camp Half-Blood

Dumbledore walked towards the door but abruptly stopped. He turned around and told me, "And Leto, please do not stab the hat." Why would I stab a hat? Only Clarisse and her siblings would think of doing that.

And with a loud gunshot noise, he disappeared.

I grabbed the letter and opened it, and two pieces of paper fell out. One was an acceptance letter and the other was a list of everything I needed, and like how it was addressed, they were both written in Greek. I quickly skimmed the list and asked, "Where in the love of the gods am I supposed to get all this stuff?"

"Lady Hecate will be bringing you to Diagonally where you will visit Gringotts and buy your supplies," Chiron answered.

Lady Hecate held her arm out for me to take. I cautiously took it, and with a loud gunshot, everything went black. I was pressed very hard from all directions and couldn't breathe. It felt like there were iron bands tightening around my chest, my eyes were being forced back into my head and my eardrums were pushed deeper into my skull. And we landed in a grubby and almost empty pub. I felt like doubling over and puking. It felt like the time Clarisse "accidentally" rammed me with the hilt of her electric spear. The people who were in the bar didn't bother looking at us as if they heard this gunshot noise on a daily basis.

The bartender looked up from cleaning a dirty counter with a dirty rag and asked, "Do you ladies want anything?"

"No thank you," said Lady Hecate as she steered me out of the bar and into a small, walled courtyard with nothing but a trash can, a few weeds, and a wall. Which is how I ended up by Lady Hecate, not in Camp Half-Blood, staring at a wall. I glanced at Lady Hecate to see what she was going to do.

"Three up... two across..." Lady Hecate muttered as she counted the bricks in the wall above the trash can. She tapped the wall three times with her finger.

The brick she touched quivered – it wriggled – in the middle, a small hole appeared – it grew wider and wider – a second later we were facing an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"Welcome," said Lady Hecate, "to Diagon. Alley."

She grinned at my amazement as we stepped through the archway. Annabeth would be so jealous.

The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. A sign hung over them, but I couldn't read it.

"You'll need one, but we'll have to get your money from Gringotts first," said Lady Hecate. As I followed her, I turned my head in every direction. I wish I was like Argus and had eyes all over my body because there were so many things to look at: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping.

A low, soft hooting noise came from a dark shop with a sign saying, I don't actually really know, but I'm pretty sure it had to do something with owls. Several kids around my age were crowded around a window looking at a broomstick. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments I have never seen, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon…

"Gringotts," said Lady Hecate.

We had stopped at a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. If only Annabeth was here. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a goblin. I never have seen a goblin in the Greek Mythology world before, but I guess they had them in the Wizarding world.

We walked up the white stone steps towards him. The goblin was about to my chest. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and very long finger and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing the second pair of doors, silver this time, with words I couldn't read engraved upon them.

"Enter, stranger, but take heed of what awaits the sin of greed, for those who take, but do not earn, must pay most dearly in their return. So if you seek beneath our floors a treasure that was never yours, thief, you have been warned, beware if of finding more than treasure there," read Lady Hecate. It was basically a warning for thieves which I didn't really care about because we were hopefully not going to steal anything.

Lady Hecate lead me through silver doors and we entered into a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of them. Lady Hecate continued to lead me until we got to a counter.

"Hello," said Lady Hecate to a free goblin. "We've come here to take some money out of Ms. Leto Sagitta's safe."

"You have her key, ma'am?"

"Yes, I do," said Lady Hecate said as she passed over a tiny golden key.

The goblin looked at it closely.

"That seems to be in order. I will have someone take you down to Ms. Sagitta's vault. Griphook!'

Griphook was yet another goblin and Lady Hecate and I followed him towards one of the doors leading off the hall. He held the door open for them. I expected to see more fancy marble, but I was surprised to see a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downwards and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. We climbed in and we were off.

At first, we were just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. I tried to remember, right, left, left, right, middle fork, but it was impossible. The cart seemed to know where it was going because Griphook wasn't steering.

My eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but I kept them wide open. It felt like the time when Luke let me try on his winged shoes, completely forgetting that Zeus hated my guts. So I ended up crashing at high speed into the strawberry fields. Let's just say it took a while to get back on friendly terms with some satyrs, Mr. D, and the children of Demeter.

The cart plunged even deeper underground until it stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall. I cautiously got out of the cart and waited for Griphook to unlock the door. Inside, a lot of green smoke coiled out like the Oracle's, and I gasped. Inside were mounds and mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver, and heaps of little bronze.

"This is all yours," smiled Lady Hecate.

It was incredible. How many times have I complained about not having enough golden drachmas to send a prank (made by the Stoll brothers of course) along the Hermes Express to Clarisse? And all this time, there had been a small fortune belonging to me, buried deep under London.

Lady Hecate gave me a bag and helped me pile some of it into it.

"The gold ones are Galleons," She explained, "The silver ones are Sickles, and the bronze are Knuts. Right, that should be enough for a year or two." She turned to Griphook. "We are done for today."

The ride back up wasn't as bad as the one down. It was like a rollercoaster, when you go up, you're all calm and waiting for you to reach the top, but when you go down, you're screaming as loud as the Aphrodite cabin does when they get their hair messed up in the wind.


Now we were standing in the sunlight, I didn't know where to go first now I had a bag full of Wizarding money.

I looked down at the list of supplies I needed to see where we should go next. I liked this Dumbledore professor already because he took the time to actually write it in Greek.

"We should probably go to Flourish and Blotts first. We need to buy you your books," answered Lady Hecate as she pointed to a shop where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books. It was like the Athena cabin's dream come true. We entered the shop, and I immediately almost bumped into a redhead who was criticizing a pair of twins who were as identical as the Stoll brothers. "...to be a better example..." was all I heard as I swiftly went around them.

I grabbed all eight books I needed for the school year and flipped through them, well Lady Hecate grabbed them because I couldn't tell which book was which.

"When you get your wand, I'll teach you a spell that will let you, and you only to see Greek," was all Lady Hecate said when she saw my confused look, trying to read the books.

We went to buy my books when I heard a couple, most likely the parents of the three redheads I saw earlier, arguing about how they were going to pay for all their children's books. I glanced at them and Lady Hecate gave me the, 'you better do what I want you to do look'. And I gave a short nod. When I paid for the books, I left a healthy handful of Galleons and Sickles on the counter and told the clerk what to do. Hopefully, she understood me through my American accent.

I didn't see how they reacted because, by the time they reached the counter, I was out the door of the shop. We then went to get my robes at a shop Lady Hecate called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Inside, I felt like an Aphrodite daughter as Madam Malkin measured me and got me fitted for a uniform. I had to stand on a stool and stick my arms out feeling like an idiot.

Lady Hecate wouldn't let me get a solid gold cauldron ("You don't want to be cursed like King Midas"), but we got a nice set of scales and a collapsible brass telescope. We then visited a shop, that Lady Hecate called Apothecary, that smelled horrible, like a mixture of bad eggs and rotten cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herb, dried root, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling. While Lady Hecate was asking the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for me while I was examining a jar of eye and thinking of evil ways of making it somehow appear in Clarisse's food at dinner.

Outside the Apothecary, Lady Hecate checked my list.

"We only need your wand now."

A magical wand. A stick I can wave around and curse Clarisse with. This was what I have been waiting for.

"Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.," announced Lady Hecate.

The shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read the shop name, I assume it does at least. A single wand laid on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair. I gazed at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. I could feel very strong magic.

"Good morning," said a soft voice. I turned around.

An old man was standing in front of me, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

I gave a tight smile and nodded briefly.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I would be seeing you soon Leto Sagitta. You have your mother's hair." I already knew that my hair was a tad lighter than all of my other cabin mates. "It seems like only yesterday when she was in here herself getting her first wand. Twelve and a quarter inches long, slightly bendy, made of cherry. Nice wand for potion work."

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to me. I wished he could just blink. His silvery eyes were a bit creepy. To my relief, he noticed Lady Hecate.

"Well hello, Hecate! Nice to see you again! Muggles giving you any trouble?"

I gave Lady Hecate a questioning look, and she brushed it off.

"I've been fine." Lady Hecate politely answered.

"Good, good. Now Ms. Sagitta. Let me see." He pulled out a long tape measure with silver markings from his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Well — I'm right-handed," I said.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured my arm from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and around my head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Sagitta. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

I suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between my nostrils, was doing it by itself. Mr. Ollivander was looking around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure dropped into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Ms. Sagitta. Try this one. Eleven and a half inches, rowan and dragon heartstrings, pliable."

I took the wand, and felt a sudden warmth in my fingers. I almost dropped it on the floor as a reflex. I swished it around and streams of red and gold sparks shot from the end like the Hephaestus cabin's 4th of July fireworks, throwing dancing spots of light on the dusty walls. Lady Hecate smiled and Mr. Ollivander clapped proudly.

Mr. Ollivander placed my wand back into the box and wrapped it in brown paper. I paid seven golden Galleons for my wand, and Mr. Ollivander led us out his shop.


The mid-day sun was up high in the sky as Lady Hecate and I explored the rest of Diagon Alley. For lunch, Lady Hecate allowed me to have ice-cream and sweets from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and Sugarplum's Sweets Shop (as Lady Hecate told me.) She even taught me my first two spells which the first spell was wandless and wordless, and it made whatever books or words I cast it on would turn Greek only to me. The second spell changed stuff I wrote in Greek into English. Which is very helpful for a dyslexic demigod like me.

Lady Hecate helped me get all my new items in a neat pile, then handed me an envelope.

"This is your ticket for Hogwarts, on September first. I'll be at Camp Half-Blood after breakfast. And Leto, please do not reveal who you truly are.”

I nodded and held onto the pile with one hand and the other onto Lady Hecate's, and with the sound of a shotgun, we were on Half-Blood Hill.


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