Hi guys! I know I haven't updated in a long long long long long long time, I'm sorry! I know I haven't finished my other story, but I've had this plot idea for nearly a year, but I just didn't know how to organize my thoughts and ideas on this story. This is just an experiment, it might turn out horrible, but I just wanted to try. I'm also uncertain of whether or not I'll finish this story, but I'll try my very very best.

Just a few things to keep in mind- Jada might be a daughter of Zeus and descendent of three immortals from her mother's side- but she is still not as powerful and as skilled as Percy. Percy's one of those people who appear once in a million years, he's special, and Jada is too, but she's just not as powerful as Percy.

The matter of Sirius, Snape and Dumbledore's deaths- I originally planned to kill them like JK Rowling did, but I somehow couldn't bring myself to do so.

Jada is half a month older than Percy (in this story) but Percy still gets the prophecy.

PERCABETH STILL STANDS*

Jasper doesn't- sorry Jasper fans!

Jason was at the greek camp- but he left the year before Percy came and showed Jada the Roman camp.

Jada was the first to meet Luke- earlier than even Thalia and Annabeth. The four of them journeyed around America together. Sorry if you don't like that, but I really got attached to that thought.

Luke's age is different.

Jada's parents weren't directly murdered by Voldemort- Medea cursed James and Jada, saying they would die by a mortal's hand, and that one or two mortals would play a part in preventing their deaths. (Will be further explained in the story)

I hope nothing is too OOC in this story!

Chapter 1: Before Hogwarts

Jada Potter. The Girl who Lived. This was who she was known as to every single person in the magical community residing in England. The one who vanished the Dark lord- Voldemort or he-who-must-not-be-named.

Jada lived in her Aunt and Uncle's house, neglected, emotionally pained, unloved, and uncared for. Her cousin bullied her. Her aunt despised her. Her uncle hated her.

Jada didn't like living in the so-called family, but she learnt long ago to keep her mouth shut and her opinions in her head. Her aunt and uncle didn't take kindly to hearing her voice.

One day, she was strolling in the park after school, looking around at the trees, the birds, the plants… Jada often wondered what lied beyond them, what lay underneath them and above them.

The sky, the ground, the snow in winter, the sun in summer it all seemed surreal to Jada's life. She didn't know how they could exist when she couldn't find a single correlation in it or herself. She sat on the ground and sighed. She didn't know how long she sat there, but even once it turned dark, she stayed, still and unmoving.

She looked up and smiled at the night sky. The sky had often intrigued her, she wanted to explore what people claimed to be empty. She could feel the life up there, the magical feeling… a fairy tale, a dream…

Jada liked the dark as well. It gave her peace of mind, and she could see alright. Shadows moved, but she felt no fear.

"Hello?" A boy's voice called.

Jada turned around. There was a boy, about eleven, with sandy blond hair and sky blue eyes. They looked unnatural on someone's face, but Jada wasn't one to talk, because her own eyes were a pair of chameleons, constantly flickering from ice blue to sky blue to deep blue to emerald green, then to amber then brown, then a dark shade of black which brightened to silver…

"Who-Who are you?" Jada called out.

The boy stared at her. "I was sent here to do a favour for someone important. I've succeeded. I've found you. Jada Potter. You're his daughter."

Jada blinked. "I'm sorry what?"

"This is going to take a long time to explain, Jada. My name is Luke Castellan. I'm here to help you. To take you away from the horrible people you live with."

Jada wasn't sure why, but she somehow believed and trusted this person. Maybe because of the voice in her head that told her to? The voice which told her that he was watching over her, caring for her, even if he was unable to reach her?

Was that her father, James Potter's voice? Her aunt and uncle never told her much about her parents, except that they were called Lily and James Potter and that they died in a car crash.

It took a long while for Luke to explain things to her. But in the end, she believed him completely. The greek world was alive and in America, and she was Zeus' daughter. It was so bizarre, but she believed him. She wasn't sure if she was going mad or desperate to get away from her aunt and uncle, but she really and truly believed Luke.

"So… you're saying monsters will be after me now? They'll come after me and stuff?" Jada asked.

"Yeah. So you have to be trained. And ready. For everything that's waiting for you. Most of us die young, and some of us have horrible, tough futures awaiting us."

Jada nodded. "So… what now?"

"I got a message from your father. He… he wants me to bring you to America. That's where I come from, actually."

Jada blinked. "Go to… America… with you…?"

"Yeah. Are you willing to?"

Jada hesitated. "Sure," she had made up her mind. "I'm coming with you."

No sooner had she finished the sentence the ground beneath her feet started rumbling. It shook with a ton of force. Trees collapsed. Sidewalks were crushed. If it weren't for Luke, a slab of heavy concrete would have landed on her and crushed her.

Once the shaking stopped, Jada gasped. Luke heaved. There was a cut on his shoulder. Both of them stood there for a while, breathing heavily.

"Poseidon is the earth shaker. That must've been him."

Jada blinked. "Okay. Okay." For some reason, she really wanted to avoid the subject. "So, um, when do we leave for America?"

Luke hesitated. "Tomorrow would be a good time. When you wake up. For the time being, go to sleep."

Jada nodded. Without realizing, she collapsed onto the ground and used Luke's shoulder as a pillow.

In the morning, Jada opened her eyes and looked around. The sun was just about to rise, so Jada assumed in was almost six am. She blinked a couple of times and sat up. Luke was still snoring peacefully. So it hadn't been a dream. The earthquake was real, Luke was real, her father wasn't James Potter. Thinking of all of this suddenly made her want to cry. She wanted something normal and peaceful, with her parents, living in a cozy house, having meals around a table, talking and laughing and teasing each other…

And her father, Zeus. If he was alive and if he existed, why hadn't he come to Jada before? He had left her, abandoned in her aunt and uncle's horrible family. She felt hurt and angry about it.

She looked down. There was something strapped to her hip. A dagger… a silver dagger in a scabbard. She drew the dagger out from the handle and examined it.

It was beautiful- pure silver with a diamond encrusted at the handle. She ran two fingers along the blade and smiled. It was really, really beautiful.

Luke had awoken at the sound of her blade being drawn. He blinked and stared at the weapon in Jada's hand, awe in his eyes. Jada looked up.

"Oh! I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Jada asked.

"No, no, it's alright. Can- can I see the dagger?"

Jada handed it to him. It was long- probably equal to the length of his elbow to his fingertips. The shiny surface almost allowed you to see your reflection in it.

Luke handed it back to Jada. "Nice, I think your father gave it to you."

Jada smiled. "Have you ever seen your father?"

Luke's expression suddenly turned sour and angry. "No. No I haven't. You know- I'm eleven, and these years, he's never bothered to appear in person to me, or give me proper help. My… my mother-" his voice shook. "There's something about her that's really different. Maybe, maybe I-" he broke off. "I just feel like my father abandoned me. I mean- he's been here all along, perfectly fine, yet he doesn't have the decency to appear to me."

"I know what you're talking about. I feel abandoned too," Jada whispered. I never even knew the truth about things until you came along…"

They were silent for a while. Finally, Luke snapped out of his self-pitying thoughts and said to Jada, "We best be leaving now."

Jada nodded.

"It'll take a while to get to America. We'll have to find some money, get on a plane, we'll probably only manage to get there in a few weeks."

Jada nodded. "We'll manage, I hope," suddenly, an evil smiled graced her lips. "But you know, the people I live with might not be that rich… but they have definitely got enough money to buy two plane tickets from England to America…"

Luke's face split into a mischievous grin. "That," he said, "is genius."

Before they knew it, Jada and Luke were boarding the plane. Jada was bouncing with excitement, and Luke was staring at her with an amused expression on his face. "Well," he laughed. "Someone's excited."

"I love the sky, Luke! It's so beautiful and magical and amazing and everything! I can't wait!" She cried.

Luke smiled at her adoringly. "Good to know you're excited."

Jada grinned back at him. Luke had nicked enough money to get them business class seats. He smiled at the scene of Jada jumping up and down on her with her seatbelt on and couldn't help but share her contagious excitement.

"We're off to America!" She squealed.

Luke laughed. "You know, it's not as amazing as you think though. Once we get there, we're gonna have to nick some stuff from some shops, clean clothes, new, comfortable shoes, water, food, bags… It'll be fun…"

"What? But isn't that stealing?"

"Who cares? We need those things to survive!"

Jada smiled uncertainly. "Okay then."

Needless to say, Jada was disappointed when they got off the plane. Up in the air, she felt so free and happy. Luke patted her head while laughing.

Everything in America passed in such a blur- meeting her sister, finding Annabeth… The four of them were a happy family, despite having to constantly fight off every monster, and not having a proper home to live in, everything went pretty well. She had an older sister, Luke as an older brother, and Annabeth- who was only what Jada could call a best friend.

They sat in the campfire light every single night. Jada knew that once her time was up on the earth, the best memories she would relive were those nights in front of a campfire, just the four of them, roasting stolen marshmallows, joking and laughing with her family. Jada wished everything would stay like that till the end.

But her wish didn't come true. Almost four years later, when Jada was ten, everything changed- and perhaps for the worse.

One day, Luke suddenly thought of his mother again. He suddenly needed to go see how she was. He wanted to visit her in Connecticut, which wasn't that close to New York.

He told his friends, and they all said he should go find her. Jada said so as well, even though the thought made her feel sick to the stomach.

(Everything happens just as it did in the book (Hestia scene in the last Olympian) with another bit at the end)

Luke stormed out of the house, Thalia and Annabeth right at his heels. Jada slowly did too, looking at Hermes the whole way towards the door. Luke looked at her slightly impatiently. Jada sighed at Hermes, gave his a quick nod and turned away, following Luke, Thalia and Annabeth as they journeyed to New York once again.

Everything changed after that. There was something off about their little group. One night, when Thalia and Annabeth were both asleep, Jada started attacking Luke with questions.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with us? What happened to us? Why is everything so different and horrible ever since- ever since that night?"

Luke's eyes were tear-filled. "Aren't you mad at your father as well, Jada? The Olympians abandoned their children. There's an entire camp full of them!"

"What happened to May Castellan? What was it about you and your fate?"

Luke took a deep breath and told Jada everything about his mother, how her eyes would glow green at times and she would talk about Luke's fate in a sinister, raspy voice.

Jada leaned over and hugged Luke. "We have a new family now, Luke. We don't need the Olympians. We're-we're doing just fine," tears were slipping out of her eyes. "We'll do this."

"You're right, Jada," Luke whispered. "I promise I'll never leave you. We'll always be together."

Jada squeezed Luke into a tighter hug.

Even though things didn't go completely back to normal, they were happier. Jada hoped it would last, but again, it didn't.

On the way up the hill, while running away from Hades' army, Thalia was killed. Jada had the heaviest loss- Thalia was her only sister. Even at camp, there was no other daughter of Zeus.

A guy called Jason who was an unclaimed demigod from the Hermes cabin helped her through her misery. Chiron did too. The camp director however, only made her want to scream, but she didn't have the energy to do so.

The first week of attending Camp Half-Blood was a routine of sleep, cry into Luke's shirt, sleep, cry into Luke's shirt, run to Annabeth to cry with her, visit Thalia's pine tree, cry into the twigs … Yeah, pretty much sums everything up.

Then, one day, Chiron showed her a letter. It was a letter her mother and her real father, who was James Potter wrote a long time ago.

To our dear daughter Jada,

If you are reading this, it most likely means that we are no longer alive and you have safely found your way to camp. You know about your heritage, and how you are a demigod.

If you are unsure of specifics, we will inform you right now that your biological father is Zeus, the lord of the skies, and king of Olympus. I (your mother) am a daughter of Aphrodite. My father was a son of Hades, and my grandmother was a daughter of Khione. Being a descendent of all these immortals gives you the ability to use their powers as well.

I, (James Potter, your adopted father) wish I could be there for you. You may be wondering why you weren't born my biological daughter. That is a long story, and has to do with the wizarding world that Chiron will explain to you about. Your mother hopes you would be willing to attend the magical school of wizardry and witchcraft, a school in Britain called Hogwarts. Only the headmaster knows of the biology of your birth.

Jada, know that we will always love you and be proud of you. If you ever get in Hades' good books, I'm sure he may allow you to come visit us in Elysium.

Love,

Your Parents

Jada let a tear slide down her cheek, despite the fact that she was sitting in front fo Chiron.

You're my real father, Jada thought. I don't know if you think of me as your real daughter, and I don't care if you're my biological father. I choose my own family. You're my real father, and I don't care what Zeus thinks. He never cared about me anyways.

And mom, I hope you're happy down there in the underworld. Hades killed my sister, I'm not sure if I'm ready to forgive him. But I really want to see you…

Chiron waited patiently for her to open her eyes. He gave her a sad smile.

"I will not tell you specific details about your parent's death at the moment. We have other things to discuss. The magical school. Would you like to follow your parents' wishes and attend the school?"

"Yes," Jada said without hesitating.

"Very well. You do realize that you will not be able to see your friends that often anymore, right? Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase and perhaps Jason Grace as well?"

Jada hesitated this time. "I'll be able to do it. I want to do what my parents wanted me to do."

Chiron smiled. "Then you will leave for England in a week. Next Monday is September 1st in England. Are you ready?"

Jada smiled determinedly. "Yes. I am."

"You will need school supplies and a uniform. He waved his hand. "Everything you need is in here."

Jada smiled. "Thanks, Chiron," she said. She stood and went to break the news to her friends that she would not be here for the year.

Thankfully, her friends both understood. They weren't upset despite not having parents like hers.

On August 29th, she headed to England again. She couldn't stop herself from stopping by her aunt and uncle's home. They weren't actually her aunt and uncle, but Jada had grown used to thinking about them that way.

It had been four years already. Jada was eleven now. She remembered the night she sat in the park, and Luke found her. They had journeyed to America together and found her sister, who was now gone, trapped inside a tree.

She peered through the window and spotted her aunt and uncle watching Dudely eat his breakfast. She never loved the house, or living here, but she couldn't stop a few tears from leaking down her cheeks. She didn't understand why it was painful to watch something from the past- something she had escaped.

She wasn't jealous of Dudely having parents. She wasn't sad that she left this 'home'. She was… She didn't even understand, but it was too much to bear. The loss of her sister, everything that had happened, everything that had changed, her own parents, the pain Luke and Annabeth were going through as well, how alone she felt, how everything was still the same in this place even after all these years…

She sank down to her knees, crying silently. She wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings. She just thought and thought and thought. About everything. Luke's father, the visit at Connecticut, all the monsters who kept attacking them, how she, Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth had fought together, ran from a Cyclops's hideout, all the safe caverns they had created while on the run, the injuries they had all sustained, how her pain capacity had gone up so much after getting used to all the physical pain the monsters caused…

When she stopped crying, she just sat cross-legged on the ground in front of the door, her shoulder's shaking in an effort to not start bawling. She stared down at the pair of black Nike trainers Luke had nicked from the store just before they had ran into Grover the satyr end Thalia had fended off those monsters and died…

"Miss Potter," a voice said from behind her. "I thought you might be here."

Jada looked up and twisted her neck to look behind her. There was a tall, old man with a long silver beard and long silver hair. His blue eyes twinkled, and his ancient lips held a small smile.

"Are you the headmaster of Hogwarts?" Jada whispered hoarsely. Chiron's description of him was pretty accurate.

The man's face split into a wide smile. "You recognize me! Well, this is certainly pleasant news! I am honoured. Come, walk with me."

Jada and Dumbledore strolled through trees, and the former realized they were heading in the direction of the park.

"I received a letter from my old friend Chiron saying that you would be coming. After informing me of your past, I thought you wouldn't be able to resist the urge to revisit your past. I found you at your aunt and uncle's house. Chiron didn't inform me of details, my girl. He said that he did not know of what happened during those four years you were living on the streets."

Jada looked at him. She found her voice and said, "Quite a lot happened. So many things changed, I don't understand why… I- I found myself a family. A family who loved me and cared about me enough to stay by my side no matter what. A brother who trusted me enough to tell me secrets nobody had ever heard from him. A sister- a sister who died so we could reach safety. A best friend who stuck with me no matter what."

Jada stopped walking as they reached the spot Jada had first saw Luke. Dumbledore stopped walking as well.

"Four years ago, there was an earthquake here. Trees fell, the ground shook. The park was pretty damaged.

"I was here. I had never felt so afraid, I thought the world was going to turn to dust. But then he was there. The first person in my family, my brother. He saved my life and let me sleep on his shoulder that night. He brought me to America, where I found my sister."

Jada couldn't continue. She fell silent.

Dumbledore reached out and gave her elbow a squeezed. "It's alright, Jada. You don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to."

Jada smiled through her pain. "Thanks."

"Has Chiron told you where you could live these two nights before you head for the Hogwarts Express?"

Jada shook her head. "I guess he assumed I could survive another few nights on the streets. Demigods find this normal and everything. It's fine."

Dumbledore was hesitant. "Are you sure, Jada? It wouldn't be any trouble to find you a place to stay, really."

Jada smiled and shook her head. "I can make myself comfortable in the streets, sir, it's really fine."

Dumbledore smiled. "If you insist, dear girl. I should get going now, but I'll see you at Hogwarts!"

"Okay, thank you. I look forward to seeing you there, sir," she said.

With that, Dumbledore had disappeared.

Minerva McGonagall was curious, and slightly suspicious. Why had Albus said that he would personally inform Jada Potter of Hogwarts? Something definitely wasn't right. Were the muggles she lived with cruel or what?

Albus appeared through her fireplace. McGonagall looked up sharply. "Well?"

"I have spoken to her," he said, not elaborating.

"Are you giving her special treatment?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. Maybe not. Minerva, she's different, in ways you don't know about, in ways I'm not supposed to speak about. But I will treat her just like any other student unless deemed necessary."

"Different? In what ways?"

"In ways," he stated, "that I must not speak about. It is not my story to tell. It is hers."

"Is this about being the Girl who Lived?"

Dumbledore shook his head gravely. "If only it were that simple." With that, he was gone from the office.

Severus Snape was not happy. It was two days before the start of term… before seeing Lily's daughter…

Perhaps he was anticipating the day, but it did not stop the nerves, the pain, and the guilt that had never stopped all these years. Did the girl look more like her father or her mother? He closed his eyes and sighed, dreading yet unable to wait for the day term started.

She may have turned out to be a brat who was just like James Potter, spoilt, arrogant, cocky… Or she may take after her mother… Sweet, caring, funny, beautiful…

He sighed. He was so lost in thought that he did not hear Dumbledore come in.

"Would it kill you to knock?" Severus scowled.

"Considering my age, I suppose anything could kill me," Dumbledore smiled.

Snape sighed. "You went to find the girl? Minerva has been thinking that there's something different about her." He paused. "And something in my gut tells me she's right."

Dumbledore looked down and sighed. He looked up and met the potions master's eyes again. "She is right. Miss Potter isn't your average witch. There's a lot more to her than that. It isn't even about being the Girl who Lived. But I will say to you, like I said to Minerva, that when the time forces us to know, or when she is ready to tell us, she will. Her life isn't easy. Her fate is cruel. In her eleven years of life, she has faced more than the two of us combined, even in our age. Voldemort is nothing compared to what she has fought."

Severus didn't know how that could be possible but did not question it. He looked at Dumbledore, hungry for more information on this matter. But he learnt that listening to this man was always the wisest choice.

With a nod, Dumbledore swept out of Snape's office.

So, about the part where Dumbledore said Jada faced a lot more than just Voldemort, I find it true, because of the hundreds of monsters she fought with Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. And one monster is more powerful than Voldemort; Voldemort is just a powerful wizard who tried to make himself immortal- but like the Olympians keep hinting at, you are either immortal or you are not (unless the Olympians make you immortal). Voldemort tried to turn himself immortal, but his endeavours were wasted, because he would never be truly immortal.

Most monsters are more powerful than Voldemort- they're monsters who have slayed famous heroes in the past. That means Jada could kill Voldemort really easily, but as she continues life as a demigod, Voldemort kind of becomes an anchor to her wizarding life, so she's always really hesitant about killing him. Plus, all the trouble if the ministry finds out who she is and everythingn so yeah ;)

I know this was probably really horrible, and you guys might kind of hate the things I've changed or find it really weird or stuff, but I still wanna continue writing it if I have time. I promise the other chpaters are better than this, this was sort of an introductory chapter :D