Hey guys, Butterlover328 here with the first revised chapter of the Potter Twins! I know I've been telling you guys that I was going to revise and repost the first ten or so chapters of this story for ages, and now I've finally gotten off my butt and started to do it! I've just finished the Prologue a few minutes ago, so my beta hasn't even seen the finished chapter yet. But I wanted to post something while I was on Spring Break, so I figured this would be the best choice since I've been busy. Hopefully I'll be able to revise the rest of the chapters in a timely manner so I can post them on a weekly basis like I used to, or at least a bimonthly basis. I want to get back to a regular schedule, but I just haven't had the time, so I'm hoping posting the revisions will get me back on track so I'm at least on a regular schedule for the rest of the school year and partway into the summer, which is when I get most of my writing done.

Anyways, that is what's been going on with me recently. I'm going to let you guys go so you can start reading the actual chapter. I hope to see you guys in a week or two with the next update, so I'll see you guys later. Bye!
~Butterlover328

(P.S. Because it's the first chapter, I've got to include a disclaimer, so here it is. I don't own anything from Percy Jackson or Harry Potter. All rights go to Rick Riordan and JK Rowling.)

Harry and Percy Potter were always inseparable until the accident that claimed their mother's and stepfather's lives. The twins were almost completely identical, with messy raven-black hair and blue eyes that turned sea green for Percy and emerald green for Harry when they were eight months old. Their mother and stepfather sometimes had to use a spell to identify the twins when one of them needed something.

The "accident" in fact wasn't an accident at all. On Halloween when the twins were one, the darkest wizard of the times, Lord Voldemort, attacked the Potters. He was after the "Chosen One", the child that was supposed to be the end of him. What he didn't realize was that the prophecy was fake, and it was merely a ploy for an old coot to gain power beyond measure.

Right before the attack, the twins were watching sparks fly out of their stepfather's wand. Their mother watched the three of them in amusement, and saw the excitement in the boys' eyes as they gazed upon the wondrous sight. After a while, she checked the time and noticed that it was time to put the twins to bed, so she scooped up the boys and started to walk up the stairs, a content smile lazily lying on her face as she held her boys close to her, and she wondered if life could get any better than this peaceful moment.

All of a sudden, the door blew open and a dark figure entered the house. The twins' stepfather jumped up and brandished his wand, and he told his wife to take the kids and run while he held off the intruder. The figure smirked mockingly, sending off only a few spells at the man, killing him in seconds before he slowly ascended the stairs, as if to give the woman time to make fruitless attempts to escape.

Blasting open another door, he smirked as he saw their mother defenseless stretching her arms to shield her babies. She implored him to kill her and leave the twins alone, and the figure demanded for her to step aside, but when she refused to move, the figure grew frustrated and killed her, unknowingly committing the act that would lead to his downfall. Stepping over her dead body, Voldemort faced the twins. Wormtail had told him the one with emerald eyes was Harry and sea-green eyes was Percy, but Voldemort, who was colorblind, couldn't tell the difference between the two. Because he couldn't figure out which one was the child destined to end him, he decided to just kill them both and raised his wand at the boys. They were lying in their crib, their eyes wide with tears as they realized they lost something, but didn't understand what they had lost. The sight would have made almost anyone hesitate, and if Voldemort had a complete soul he probably would've paused at their expressions. However, since he had been corrupted by creation of his horcruxes, he just raised his wand again and said the words that killed many others before.

"Avada Kedavra."

A green blast of energy shot out of his wand and raced towards the Potter twins as Voldemort grinned in anticipation of his victory. The twins eyeballed the incoming spell as it veered towards them, unable to do anything in the time that it took to reach them. However, they didn't need to do anything at all. Their mother had already done the work, and they were the ones to reap the benefits of her hard work and sacrifice.

Lily had taken interest in Greek Mythology, and through a few trips to the Restricted Section at Hogwarts, had found out that the gods of old still existed and continued to interact with mortals all the time. After several visits to the Forbidden Library during her time as an Unspeakable, she had discovered a way to contact them. and she had met Poseidon. The god was enthralled by the witch, and after a few months, Lily discovered she was pregnant. Poseidon warned her that she was in danger, and so she went to her friend and explained the situation to him. James had agreed to help, and so they married to hide the identity of the twins' true father. When she found out that Voldemort was after her family, she contacted Hecate to try to find a way to protect her sons, and the goddess had directed them to the River Styx. With a blessing from the goddess the twins had been dipped into the river. There was a price however, the blessing of the Styx would be destroyed if they were hit directly with the killing curse, as the Fates had decreed would happen. So when Voldemort sent the killing curse at the twins, the blessing reflected it back towards the caster before being destroyed, leaving a distinctive lightning bolt scar on their foreheads, Harry's on his left side and Percy's on his right, hidden from view by his hair. Harry's eyes also changed to emerald green, the color of the killing curse. Voldemort's soul split into two pieces, one of which tried to enter Harry as the last escaped through the window in the nursery, but the last burst of power from the blessing of the Styx burned the soul shard, sending it directly to the underworld and the twins passed out from exhaustion as their blessings disappeared.

Minutes later, Albus Dumbledore apparated into the nursery and grimaced as he saw the corpse. He then proceeded to the crib where the twins were located and was relieved when he saw the boys' chests moving up and down. He quickly skimmed over the boys and was excited to see the scar on Harry's forehead, not noticing the one hidden underneath Percy's hair. When he heard Trelawney give the prophecy, he left the room to contact the Order so quickly that he never heard the second prophecy she announced. Dumbledore stroked Harry's hair, revealing the fresh scar on his forehead and smiled.

"I have very big plans for you, my boy. You're going to extend my power even further than it was before." Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his ancient blue eyes glowing brightly. He looked down at the oldest child, and wondered what he was going to do with the spare. He wasn't the child of the prophecy, so he obviously wasn't too powerful, but nevertheless magical twins were always special. He'd have to separate the twins and make sure they never got in contact again. It wouldn't be good if they were raised together, after all. Harry needed to be subservient, and if his older brother took it upon himself to bear the burden that Harry needed to undertake, Dumbledore's plans would go astray. But where would the boy go? He needed some place to keep him where he can still be useful. After all, he is the Potter heir, and in order for Dumbledore to access their vaults he could not have a hand, directly or indirectly, in the death of the heir. The man silently cursed the Potter that put that stipulation in the Heir Ascendency Contract, and narrowed his eyes in thought. He was well aware that the amount of time he was spending making the decision clashed with the short amount of time he had left. He sighed. If only he knew how to unwind the twin bond, then this matter would be settled. Unfortunately, that was ancient and powerful magic that was lost centuries ago, and thus Dumbledore had to come up with another option for how to hide the boy.

Finally, he decided to send the Percy to an Order of the Phoenix member who was who was gathering allies in America by the name of Sally Jackson. She was devoted to Dumbledore, she didn't know the Potters very well as she was a couple years younger than them and had been in Hufflepuff, and she was a muggleborn, so she wouldn't know how to raise the boy like a Pureblood heir should be raised. With that matter settled, he decided to send Harry to his muggle aunt and her family until he received his Hogwarts letter. He knew that Lily's sister hated magic, and with a spell or two, Dumbledore could magnify it so that her family raised the boy to be subservient and eager to please. His eyes twinkling as a plan formed in his mind, he summoned a quill, ink pot, and two pieces of parchment. After penning two letters, one for each caretaker of the twins, he summoned the twins' carrying baskets and spelled two blankets to swaddle the babies and placed each of them in a basket, putting their letter in the correct basket.

Dumbledore glanced at the twins, hoping that the theory about twin bonds disintegrating on their own with enough distance was correct, and called for Hagrid, waiting only a few minutes for the half-giant to appear as he placed Percy under a silencing charm to hide the fact that the boy was alive.

"Yes, Dumbledore sir?" Hagrid asked.

"Hagrid, my friend." Dumbledore greeted, his grandfatherly facade well in place. "I need you to take Harry Potter, our own Boy-Who-Lived to his aunt's house so that he may be with his only remaining family for tonight." Hagrid took Harry into his arms but saw the boy's twin still in the crib.

"What about Percy sir? Should I take him too?"

"I'm afraid not, Hagrid. Harry is the only surviving member of the Potters." Dumbledore quickly lied, a forlorn expression crossing his face for effect.

"P-poor Harry. Lost his b-brother and parents in the same d-day." Hagrid blubbered, falling for Dumbledore's act.

"Yes, such a shame that an influential family was wiped out tonight. But we must consider the future. Harry defeated Voldemort, if only for a while, and I believe that he may rise again after he regains his strength. Harry will need to be ready by then, and where else could he train at other than Hogwarts? He just needs to hide in the muggle world until he's eleven to be safe from the reporters and any stray Death Eaters that may decide to avenge their lord." Dumbledore explained. Hagrid looked grim and turned to go out the doorway, little Harry cradled in his arms.

As soon as Hagrid was out of sight, Dumbledore picked up Percy and apparated to New York City, where Ms. Jackson lived. He knocked on the door of her apartment and left a letter on the blanket he conjured up for the baby before leaving with an audible "crack". Sally opened the door as soon as he left with her wand hidden up her sleeve; ready to shoot off a spell at the first sign of trouble. When she didn't see anyone, she was slightly confused until the silencing charm that had been placed on Percy wore off, and he started to cry. Sally instantly picked up on the sound and was surprised to see the child at her door. After a second, the wind blew past her face and she noticed the biting nature of the blast, and rushed to scoop up the child and bring him into a warm and safe environment.

Sally glanced around her apartment to find a spot to place the child in until she figured out her next move, and when she didn't find one, she pulled out her wand to transfigure a blanket into a crib. After she set him down, she noticed the letter that was tucked into the basket he had been in, and opened it up, hoping to get some more information as to how this child happened to be placed on her doorstep.

"To whom it may concern,

This child is a squib and our family wants nothing to do with it. Do with it what you want. Tell no one how you got it or where it came from. We will deny all plausibility or any claim you may try to pull on us. Do what you wish with it, but do not try to connect it back to us, or you will regret it."

Sally crumpled up the letter and decided to take her new son to Gringotts in the morning for an Inheritance Test. She didn't believe that he was a squib for a second, as the baby seemed to emit power, almost like a scent. Suddenly, she got this nagging feeling that she should ward the apartment beyond its already powerful protections, and threw up several Notice-Me-Not and Repelling Wards and spells until the nagging feeling decreased and finally left her. She turned to her new son and raised her eyebrow in suspicion. Sally had learned long ago to trust her instincts, and if she was going to take care of him, she had to learn what was coming after him.

However, she was satisfied with her protections for now, and so she decided to tuck in and get a good night's rest, as she felt she would desperately need it for the days to come.

When Sally Jackson arrived at Gringotts on November 1st, she had just ducked and weaved through the masses of people who were celebrating Voldemort's defeat in Diagon Alley and had lost some of her famous and valued patience. She took several deep breaths to calm down before she nodded at the guards beside her before she calmly entered the bank with her new son clutched to her chest. She went to an empty teller and waited for him to acknowledge her.

"Yes?" The goblin asked rudely, flicking a glance at her and the child before going back to his record book.

"I have recently come into the custody of this child and would like to see if he could take an inheritance test please." Sally said politely, not wanting to anger the goblin.

"Name?"

"Sally Jackson."

The goblin made a mark in it's book. "Very well. If you will head to the cart, tell Griphook to send you to room 501. NEXT!"

When Sally walked to the cart, the goblin noticed the child she was holding and pressed a button on the control panel, allowing a seat for the child to be placed in so he didn't fall and die. Sally's lips curled upwards in a smile and she nodded, proceeding to strap the child into the chair tightly. She then sat in the normal seat next to the child.

"Room 501 please."

The goblin nodded and sped off, making a series of twists and turns. They even made a loop-de-loop before suddenly stopping short.

"Room 501. Wait here until I return." The goblin said before walking off. Sally took this time to play with the child for a bit, tickling him and playing peek-a-boo before the goblin returned.

"Right this way." He said, not waiting for her before taking off again. Sally fumbled with the straps on the seat before hoisting the child on to her hip and following the goblin into a long hallway of doors and spires. The goblin stopped in front of one of these doors and knocked four times before a call of "Enter!" was heard.

"I will return when you are finished." The goblin said before walking back towards the cart.

Sally opened the door to Room 501, and she glanced at the name on the door before she entered, closing the door quietly rather than letting it slam shut. The goblin, Borack, was sitting at a table, grunting once when she entered.

"Sit down." He said, still not looking at her. When she did, he waited several minutes to make her feel uncomfortable before looking up at her.

"You wish to perform an inheritance test on this child?" He asked.

"Oh, yes. He was brought into my care last night and I am unsure of his identity." Sally stated after being startled by Borack suddenly breaking the silence that had previously hung in the room.

The goblin nodded and handed her a silver polished knife before taking out a small bowl. "Make a small incision on his palm, deep enough to cause him to bleed but shallow enough that he doesn't bleed out, and squeeze his hand until seven drops of blood fall onto this bowl. I will heal the cut, and then I will return in a few minutes with the test." He took out a piece of parchment and a blood quill, and handed them to her.

"This is the required contract that will bind me to using the blood only for this Inheritance test and disposing of it properly, as well as a client/goblin confidentiality agreement so that I am also bound to silence on the Inheritance of the child except when I am with you and/or the boy. As you were the one who brought him here, you will be the only one I will be able to speak with, even if he gets returned to his original guardians or even someone new." Borack explained. Familiar with the procedure, Sally quickly signed off on the parchment, and watched as the goblin did as well, before he rolled up the parchment, sealed it, and set it aside.

"Now, would you feel comfortable making the incision, or shall I?" He asked.

"I think you should, I'm afraid I might make it too deep if he squirmed, and you're probably more experienced than I am."

"Very well." Borack nodded. He instructed her to hold the child's hand as still as she could, and carefully made a thin cut on the boy's palm before he instructed Sally to squeeze the baby's hand. He counted out the seven drops of scarlet blood as they fell, and as soon as the seventh had splashed into the bowl, he waved his gnarly hand over the boy's smooth one and instantly healed the cut. Borack took the bowl in his hands and nodded.

"I shall return in a few minutes with the results. Wait here, and I will be back as soon as possible." Borack announced, before briskly walking into the room behind his desk. As he said, he exited the room a few minutes later with a rolled up parchment in his hand.

"Now, are you ready to see the results?" He asked. Sally nodded once.

"I am." Borack glanced at her to determine if she was lying, but decided that she wasn't and revealed the parchment.

Perseus Remus Potter

Born: July 31st, 1993

Mother: Lily Potter (Deceased)

Father: Poseidon (Immortal)

James Potter (Deceased)

Sibling(s): Harry James Potter (twin)

Status: Demigod / Wizard

Titles: Son of Poseidon, Potter Heir

Needless to say, both Sally and Borack were surprised, yet for different reasons. While Sally was still trying to process that the Greek gods she learned about in primary school, Borack turned and gave an order to one of the guards that stood outside his door to fetch Grimstone and Bloodclaw, the Potter and Jackson account holders. When they arrived, Borack quickly let them in and introduced Grimstone to Sally, as she and Bloodclaw have had correspondence before.

"So young Perseus was brought into your care, hmm? And what of the location of his brother?" Grimstone questioned derisively.

"I am unsure, Manager Grimstone. The only explanation I received was this letter, which I am assuming to be false due to the results of the inheritance test." Sally replied, handing over the crumpled letter as she mentioned it. Grimstone pursed his lips for a moment in grudging acceptance, then turned to Bloodclaw.

"Your client at least has done some reading on goblin manners, much better than the rest of the ignorant wizards that enter this bank, acting like they are superior to us." He admitted, before waving his hand over the letter. His eyes narrowed as he looked over the results that only he could see, and his teeth were bared in anger as he ripped up the letter into several pieces.

"That fool Dumbledore's magical signature is all over that damned letter. He came in last night and demanded that I let him have control of the Potter family accounts as the magical guardian of the Potter Heir. I had him thrown out, but I don't doubt that he will try to get control of the accounts once again."

"So what do we do? How do we stop him from doing this?" Bloodclaw asked, having also been acquainted with Dumbledore in this manner a few decades ago after the death of Sally's parents, who he had believed were the end of the Jackson line. The man still didn't know that Sally was Lady Jackson and not a muggleborn as she had posed as while in his vicinity, which Bloodclaw counted as a success due to the fact that he had come up with the ruse.

"If I may," Borack interrupted, well aware he was taking a huge risk by addressing his superiors in such a manner. "Perhaps a legal adoption can put him off the trail for now, as that would make Sally the magical guardian of Perseus, but it wouldn't diminish the Potter blood that runs in his veins."

Bloodclaw thought for a moment, then agreed, though his mind was somewhere else. Borack quickly rummaged through his desk and found the correct papers for Sally to sign, which she did quickly and with only a slight wince from the sting of the blood quill. Borack quickly copied the documents and handed the originals to Sally, and once Grimstone checked everything over to make sure it was in order, he rolled up the parchment and informed Sally that she would be receiving the key to a trust vault for Percy's education and care and the bank statements for that vault in due time, before he briskly exited the door and slammed it shut.

"Lady Jackson, before you leave, I have some business to discuss with you. Once you have finished here, please come to my office so that we may take care of it." Bloodclaw stated. Sally nodded her assent, and with a gestured farewell, Bloodclaw proceeded to exit the office in a similar manner as Grimstone, albeit shutting the door quieter.

Sally turned to Borack as he was shuffling papers. Borack gave her a quick glance, but didn't say anything until he was finished.

"Well, everything seems to be in order. I'll drop off these papers in the appropriate places, but unless you have another matter to discuss with me, you may proceed to Manager Bloodclaw's office."

"Thank you Borack. This certainly went a lot smoother with your help." She said, shifting Percy onto her hip as he grabbed some of her hair and placed it in his mouth.

"Don't waste my time with frivolous gratitude. Your expenditures for this visit will be transferred out of your account within the next hour. Shut the door on your way out and hurry to Manager Bloodclaw's office before he decides your visit is a waste of his time and shuts you out." Borack stated, his eyes back on his work to regain a bored air around him, though Sally could see a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, of course. May your gold always flow." She stated, ducking into a shallow bow as she stated the customary end of conversation.

Borack's eyes gleamed with something akin to kindness as he answered. "And may your enemies always fall at your feet, Lady Jackson."

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the rewritten Prologue. Obviously, quite a lot was changed from the original, but I felt like my writing style has matured over the years, and I wanted to update the story so that the beginning reflected that change. There's a lot of stuff that will clash for a while until the revision is complete, especially when it comes to ideas that I originally had and decided to change a couple of years later. Anyways, I said my piece at the beginning, so I hope to be back with the next revised chapter within a week or two. So I'll see you later, guys. Bye!
~Butterlover328