Leto Sagitta and the Wizards of London | BEING REWRITTEN

will ATTEMPT to post first rewritten chapter by august



It has been thirty-six days since Lady Hecate's and my trip to Diagon Alley when September first finally arrived. In the thirty-six days, I practiced the spells that Lady Hecate taught me, using  every scrap piece of paper I could find. And I read. I read so much that you could have mistaken me for a daughter of Athena with my blond hair and the stack of thick textbooks. I read everything twice to make sure that I wouldn’t be behind and people wouldn’t find it suspicious if I knew nothing about magic. At Diagon Alley, I’d managed to get Lady Hecate let me buy additional books that explained things that most wizards and witches should know about like Quidditch Through The Ages and Hogwarts: A History which happened to be both very useful and useless.

I’ve been ready to leave for a week. I guess I was a nervous wreck. I haven’t been thinking straight since mostly everyone left back to their normal lives. Annabeth went to live with her dad, step-mother, and step-brothers; and Luke… Where do I start on Luke? It was a shock I guess, for both Annabeth and I. We both knew that he never acted the same since his quest, but I thought it was because he almost died. I guess not.

So I guess that’s why I read so much, I had so much free time without my friends here. I packed my trunk, then I would take everything out and repack.

I guess I was nervous that I’ll forget something. To be honest, I’ve never been at camp without Luke or Annabeth. When Annabeth first told me that she was leaving for the year, I joked about how she was abandoning Luke and me in the wrath of Clarisse. And then a day later, Luke is gone, only leaving behind a dying Percy.


I woke up at four today. Two hours before I was supposed to leave. Apparently Lady Hecate forgot that London was halfway across the world from Camp Half-Blood And that there was such thing as a time difference.

I was so anxious that I knew that if I attempted to sneak past the harpies to the archery range, I would fail completely, and get eaten. So, I repacked. I just had a feeling that I wouldn’t make it out alive of Hogwarts by winter, where I was planned to come back to Camp Half-Blood (“Thank the gods, I probably won’t last a week”). I ended up packing nectar, ambrosia, a (very generous) handful of drachmas, and my beloved bow and arrow. I also tucked a dagger inside of my military boot. You know, just in case.

I paced around the room, attempting to not wake up any of my other half-siblings. A sleep deprived son of Apollo is not a happy one. Especially if their name is Michael Yew.

When 5:30 finally rolled around the corner I barged out of the cabin and ran nowhere in particular. I sat down next to the forest, making sure I didn’t get too close to a tree. I accidentally leaned against a tree once, not realizing it was a tree nymph. Let’s just say, it didn’t end pretty. I closed my eyes and left my skin suck in the sunlight in the silence.


It was horrible. I barely did anything for a whole minute, which for a person like me, is really impressive.

Chiron came out of the porch a few minutes later with a huge platter of whole wheat toast and fruits, which I didn't eat due to my anxiety at the moment.


After hyperventilating and pacing a minute too long, Lady Hecate walked out of the Big House. How she got there in the first place? Gods are gods, they have powers and use them.

For the first time in a very long time, I was actually happy to see a god for once. Most demigods would think that I would be happy to see my father, but ever since his trip to Japan, he's been saying some really messed up “I am so cool” haikus.


I stopped and quickly ran towards my trunk, pulled towards Lady Hecate, and to my surprise, we appeared on a busy street. It took about five minutes to walk all the way to the train station, (“You need to know how to get to King’s Cross station and onto platform nine and three-quarters by yourself”), and  it was torture for both Lady Hecate and me because of the crowded streets filled with very obtuse mortals.

At half past ten, Lady Hecate stopped me in front of a wall dividing what I believed was platform nine and ten.

“To enter platform nine and three-quarters, all you have to do is run straight into the wall,” I gave an unsure look to Lady Hecate who then added, “trust me.”

Pushing my trunk in front of me on a cart, I ran right into the wall… and I ran… and I felt no impact. I opened my eyes and found myself in a completely different place that did not look like King’s Cross station.

A red train was waiting next to a packed platform. I looked around in awe, I’m one step closer to Hogwarts.

Smoke from the train drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd. Cats were running around people’s legs and owls hooted.

The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window talking to family, some fighting over seats. Lady Hecate guided me down the platform in search for an empty seat. So much was going on: old friends waving at each other excited to talk about their summer; parents talking to their child; and groups of people shrieking loudly.

After finding an empty compartment near the end of the train, Lady Hecate did something with her fingers and my trunk rose up a few inches, flew through the train door and into a corner of the compartment. With a smile of gratitude to Lady Hecate, I climbed onto the train and sat down next to the window where I could tell that Lady Hecate had disappeared.

I could no longer cower away, my quest has officially started.


“Can I sit here?” the door of the compartment slid open revealing a nervous looking, rounded face boy who let out a sigh of relief when I nodded. “I’m Neville… Longbottom and this is my toad, Trevor,” he proudly showed a brown toad in his hands.

I luckily didn’t have to say anything because the door of the compartment slid open again revealing a girl with lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth. “All the other compartments are full, may I sit here? I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”

She said all that very fast and bossily.

“I’m Neville Longbottom...” Neville muttered.

“Leto.” I knew that this girl would get the name out of me one way or another.

Hermione sat down and started rambling. “I can’t wait to get to Hogwarts, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard. Nobody in my family has magic, so my parents were surprised but pleased when I got my letter. I hope having no magic in the family will not affect how I do; of course, I’ve learned all our course books by heart, I just hope it’s good enough.”


This girl talked a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot.

It was a relief when Hermione finally left the compartment to change into her robes. With only the nonexistent noise of Neville stroking Trevor (“I’ve never had Trevor for such a long time without losing him!”), I finally got the chance to doze off.

That was until Hermione decided to barge back into the compartment, after being away for thirty minutes,  and shout, “I overheard some people speaking, and apparently the Harry Potter is on this train right now.”

My eyes snapped open. For the first time, I didn’t care about the need of sleep. I needed to learn more about him.

“Harry Potter? Who’s that?” Hermione looked smug at my sudden interest in what she was talking about.

Who is Harry Potter? He is one of the most famous wizards of all time! Of course, I also didn’t know who he was until I read Modern Magical History, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century, he is known as the Boy Who Lived, and that’s because he defeated You-Know-Who.”

“Yeah. Gran always talks about him, like how proud she would be if he was her grandchild,” grumbled Neville.

“Well, that’s because he is amazing. Surviving the killing curse at only age one!

“Wait. Who’s Yo一,” I was abruptly cut off by Neville.

“Trevor! I lost my toad again.” Neville and his stupid toad.

“Don’t worry Neville, Leto and I will help you find your toad. Right Leto?”

Walking around asking if anyone’s seen a toad was actually the last thing that I would ever think of doing.

“I actually need to change into my robes right now.”

“Oh, that’s alright. Take a left and the washroom is the fifth door on the left. I got lost when I went there.”

I grabbed my robes and rushed out the compartment, Neville and Hermione trailing behind me, looking for Trevor.


When I got back into the compartment, to my relief, Neville and Hermione were still gone.

A voice echoed through the train: “We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

My stomach filled with butterflies, I felt like throwing up. I quickly went to my trunk and stuffed some drachmas and ambrosia into my pocket. Neville and Hermione entered back into the compartment, and I quickly shut my trunk.

“We couldn’t find Trevor, but we did see Harry Potter and  some ginger named Ron,” Hermione said.

The train slowed down and finally stopped. People pushed their way towards the door and out onto a small, dark platform. I followed everyone out into the cold night air. A lamp then came bobbing over our heads.

“Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here! All right there, Harry?” yelled a loud voice.

A huge, hairy  man appeared over everyone’s heads.

“C’mon, follow me 一 any more firs’ years? Mind your step, now! Firs’ years follow me!”

Slipping and stumbling, all the first years followed the huge man down a steep, narrow path. Being the daughter of Apollo, I'm used to everything blindly bright, so everything literally looked pitch black. Nobody spoke much, except for Neville, who sniffed once or twice.

“Yeh’ll get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,” the huge man called over his shoulder, “jus’ round this bend here.”

There was a loud “Oooooh!”

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a huge black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

“No more’n four to a boat!” the huge man called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Oh for the love of the gods, no.

Getting into a boat with three other people, I silently prayed that my dear ol’ great uncle, Poseidon, was happily fishing somewhere, not caring that I was about to enter his domain.

“Everyone in?” shouted the huge man, who had a boat to himself. “Right then 一 FORWARD!”

And the group of little boats lurched forward all at once. Everyone was silent, staring in awe at the great castle overhead. Me? I was just trying not to puke every time the boat moved.

“Heads down!” yelled the huge man as the first boats reached the cliff; we all bent our heads and the boats carried us through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. This would be a great place for a round of capture the flag. Especially if we had that Poseidon kid.

We were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle until we reached a kind of underground harbor, where we clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

“Oy, you there! Is this your toad?” said  the huge man, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.

“Trevor!” cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. We then clambered up a passageway in the rock after the huge man’s lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. If there weren’t some many mortals around, I would’ve kissed the ground, although I’ve just been on the water for less than 10 minutes.

We walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around a huge, oak front door.

“Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?”

The huge man raised a huge fist and knocked three times on the castle door.


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