An Author's note.
I didn't like the original exchange rate for the wizarding world which is £5 to 1 Galleon, it seemed too cheap (especially if Galleons were made from 24k gold, not to mention the enchantments) so instead of £5 for a Galleon, it's been changed to £5 for 1 Knut (which is approximately $9 AUD & $6.5 USD at this current time 30/1/2019) Although this is expensive, I found it works best for me. If I get anything wrong please tell me, I'm still learning.
Now Greek… I'm going to be terrible at this so if some could correct and help me with this (and the rest of the languages I'll be using) I'd be eternally grateful. I've found a translator (I think) for Ancient Greek, and I'll be using Google translate for other languages (Greek, Latin, etc) If this is also wrong please tell me (Because we should all know not to trust google translate fully, but… it's all I've got... unless someone knows a better one.)
GBP - (British Pounds) USD - (United States) AUS - (Australia)
Exchange Rate:
1 Drachma = 2 Galleons
= 34 Sickles
= 986 Knuts
= £4930 (GBP)
= $6409 (USD)
= $8874 (AUD)
1 Galleon = 17 Sickles
= 493 Knuts
= £2465 (GBP)
= $3204.5 (USD)
= $4437 (AUD)
1 Sickle = 29 Knuts
= £145(GBP)
= $188.5 (USD)
= $261 (AUD)
1 Knut = £5 (GBP)
= $6.5 (USD)
= $9 (AUD)
Ignore me going over bored with the money… I got into a rhythm...
The inspiration for this story came from:
-Prophecy of Two Boys – Smartiepants007
-The Potter Twins: Heroes of Two Different Worlds – Egopocalypse
This doesn't mean I copied them. If I end using something from these stories, generally it'll be accidental and I haven't realised I've done it.
I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. I make Fanfiction. All rights to their respective owners.
Ocean and Magic: A Disastrous Beginning
Two toddlers sat on an old and worn sofa, giggling away as their father conjured animal shaped bubbles from his wand. Their mother watched from a distance a soft smile gracing her face.
One of the toddlers lifted his hand, giggling with joy and conjured fish and dolphin bubbles to join his fathers.
The mother laughed. A blinding smile splitting her face as she gazed towards her husband and sons. "He takes after you James."
James shook his head, eyes filled with amazement as he gazed at his small family. "Don't be silly Lily, they're mostly you."
The other toddler, who had until recently been watching his brother and father, looked at his mother and raised his arms into the air, gesturing for his mother to pick him up.
Lily smiled serenely. She moved to pick up her son, cradling him in her arms. She stared adoring at her precious child.
"Mumma, mumma," The boy murmured as he wrapped his small arms around his mother's neck.
An ominous rumble sounded around the room. The parents glanced at one another, eyes wide. The wards had broken.
"He's here," Breathed Lilly. She shared a horrified look with her husband. They should've stayed at the manor.
"Lily quick! Take the boys and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"
James shoved the other twin in Lily's arms, dropping his wand. Lily gave her husband a helpless look, but conceded and ran up the stairs to her boy's room.
Lily placed the twins in a crib, the pair crying. She rushed to barricade furniture in front of the door. an echoing laugh sounding from down stairs. Lily narrowed her eyes in determination. She knew what to do. She could do this. She would do this. Her babies would survive this. No matter what.
Showers of wood chips erupted from the doorway. Lily instinctively rushed to the crib. Her arms raised out shielding them from the blast.
"Step aside silly girl stand aside," a man said as he entered the room. His blood-red eyes gleamed with malice. His wand raised, pointed at the newly widowed woman and her children.
"Please no! Take me! Not Harry! Not Percy Please not them!" Yelled Lily in panic. In her head she was chanting. Begging for mercy. Sacrificing her life and soul for her children. At the end of the night her children would be alive. Both of them.
"Step aside silly girl!" Sneered the man. He took a step forward. The end of his wand glowing an eerie green. His frustration mounting.
"Not Harry! Not Percy! Take me! Kill me instead!"
"I'll say it one more time! Step aside silly girl!"
"No! Not Percy! Not Harry! Have mercy, please have mercy! No!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light filled the room. Lily slumped to the ground, eyes wide. A tearful but content expression on her face.
The crib's carvings glowed white for a second, hidden by the flash of green of the killing curse.
The man walked forward staring at the two twins. The pair were crying, one of them reaching for his mother.
The man's sinister laughed echoed in the room. The mother was dead now. Nothing could save the brats now. He spam his wand lazily in his fingers. "Now. Which of you should I kill first?"
The man pointed his wand at the brothers, flicking his wand from left to right mockingly.
He pointed his wand at the twin who had stopped reaching for his mother and had wrapped his arms around his twin.
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled triumphantly.
It was a regular Tuesday at the Dursley House hold. Petunia Dursley standing at the stove, was cooking dinner for her boys. A knock at the door startled her from her job. The woman frowned and pushed the fry-pan away from the stove. The food still sizzling in the grease covered pan. She brushed down her clothes daintily wiping of a small blob of grease with the hand towel. She turned and walked down the hallway.
She opened the front door and put on her best 'charming' smile. "Hello, can I help you?" Petunia asked, curious at what this young woman was doing out and about at this time of day.
The young woman at the door had a sad frown on her face. She had unusual violet eyes and long flowing black hair. She had a sort of unnatural beauty. A grace about her that made you instantly feel self conscious and flattered at the same time. A grace that made you want to do everything in your power to please the beauty.
"Yes, I suppose you could," answered the violet-eyed woman.
"What can I help you with?" Asked Petunia confused about what was going on, she was busy after all. Cooking was a very time consuming thing.
"May I come in?" Asked the woman, "I have some news that you might find interesting."
Petunia was instantly on edge. The smile the woman wore made it seem like it was something scandalous. It didn't sound like anything from that freak 'community'. But something that sounded like gossip. Mouth-watering juicy gossip.
"Of course, of course," Replied Petunia waving the young woman in the front door. "Would you mind terribly if I turned the stove off first? I wouldn't want poor Dudders and my darling husband's food to burn!"
The woman smiled kindly and nodded. She sat down in one of the recliners.
The room was decorated with a strong vintage style. The walls were a patterned maroon colour with off-white vertical stripes. On the far wall was a fire place surrounded with a gorgeous carved black-walnut mantle. A red and gold patterned rug stationed in front. The couches and recliners were a faded maroon with grey plant like patterns spreading across the fabric. The floor consisted of a soft cream carpet. Pictures of the family were scatted across the wall and furniture.
The photographs contained images of a family of three. The mother was thin, blonde and had an abnormally large neck. The father was obese with black hair and small, stocky limbs. The son, a chubby toddler around the age of two who had blond hair like his mother, and was rather large for his age, taking after his father.
Petunia re-entered the room, taking a seat on the sofa opposite the young black-haired woman. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I've heard that you have custody of Harry and Percy Potter," the woman stated bluntly. Her eyes darkening for a brief second, completely unnoticed by the house-wife.
Petunia froze, her eyes widening. She should of knew. The unnatural beauty about the woman. The freakish aura.
"It's just that there is a relative around that is willing to take the boys in," said the woman. "Only if you want to let the go of course," hastily corrected the woman.
"Relative? Take them in?" Asked the house wife. Her mind whirling with this new information. Someone else to look after the brats? Were the freaks finally coming to collect them?
The woman gave Petunia a bright smile, eager to get the boys out of the house. She had to get them away from this horrible woman and into the safe arms of her lord.
"Who are you!? You haven't even gave me your name! you're not one of those… those..."
"My name is Calista. I am a friend of Pablo, the relative who wants to adopt the twins. he is unfortunately away at this current time, on business I'm affraid and is currently unavailable. I was sent in his place." Replied Calista ignoring the other comments of the woman.
Petunia narrowed her eyes at Calista trying to determine whether or not the other woman was lying.
"Alright. I'll bite. What's the catch?" Asked Petunia. She wasn't stupid to think it had nothing to do with any freaks. It just had to be! Just look at the woman!
"Catch? No catch. I only want what is best for the boys."
"Yes Yes."
Petunia thought about it. There seemed to be no catch and it was a way to get rid of those blasted boys. If the woman was lying it wouldn't matter. It wouldn't be her fault. She couldn't of known that the 'nice' woman was lying. A few tears here, a few wails there and it would be perfect. All the better. She couldn't care less what happened to the rascals.
"Alright," agreed Petunia. "Where do I have to sign." Her hand eagerly stretched out in waiting.
Calista smiled brightly, pulling out a form from her bag. She handed Petunia the form and pointed to a line at the bottom of the page. Petunia grabbed a nearby pen and scribbled on the line.
"Show me where the boys are?" Asked the woman as she stood up ready to grab the boys and leave.
"No! On no. Let me go get them. Still asleep, you know. Toddlers," She stuttered nervously, standing up uneasily and shoving the other woman back down into the sofa.
Calista frowned but nodded reluctantly. It would be rude and suspicious to push. No matter how badly she wanted the family exposed.
Petunia rushed out of the room. She quietly opened the broom cupboard door, cringing every time it squeaked. She rushed forward snatching the pair up by their shirts lifting them in her arms. The pair whimpered quietly at the harsh grip. Petunia slapped them harshly on their backs.
"Here they are!" Announced Petunia faux-cheerfully as she entered the room.
Calista smiled warmly at the boys. She couldn't wait to make her lord happy and take them to their new mother.
"Hello Harry. Hello Percy," said Calista rushing forward to greet the two toddlers.
"Hullo," they replied shyly in unison refusing to meet the kind lady's eyes.
"My name is Calista and I'm going to take you two to your new mumma."
Petunia pushed the boys into the other woman's arms holding back a grimace of disgust.
"Well if you wouldn't mind I've got dinner to cook for my boys," She sniffed, rushing the trio out of the house.
"Have a good day," voiced Petunia before slamming the door shut in Calista's face.
Sally entered her apartment to see Poseidon sitting on her couch with two small boys.
"Poseidon?" Asked sally as she moved to place her handbag on the table. "What's going on?"
"Sally, I'd like you to meet Harry and Percy Potter," he replied. His arms wrapped securely around the boys as if afraid of them disappearing.
"Harry and Percy?" she asked, eyeing the pair sitting on their father's lap.
Poseidon grimaced, a devastated look flickering across his face.
"Lily Potter's sons," explained Poseidon. "She was killed on Halloween a few years ago along with her husband. They were sent to live with their aunt. Lets just say they... weren't treated the best."
Sally's eyes softened, her stance relaxing slightly. "I thought gods weren't allowed to interfere in mortal affairs?"
"I know. But I just couldn't leave them," muttered Poseidon, staring down sadly at the boys in his lap. "I'm a terrible father."
The two boys sensing that their father's mood had shifted, shifted closer to their father and wrapped their arms around their father. The sea good smiled sadly, his eyes filling with tears at the thought that his sons had gone through so much at a young age and they still had pure hearts.
"No your not," said Sally moving to sit next to Poseidon. She placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. The twins looked at the woman in confusion. Was this their new mother? Their new home?
"I doubt any, if not none, would rescue their children if they were in an unsafe home."
Poseidon sighed sadly but concurred.
"What are you going to do with the children?" Asked Sally. She was unsure why he brought his children here. What did he think she could do. Surely he didn't what her to look after his children!
At this the sea god shifted slightly uncomfortable and coughed awkwardly. "Actually I was hoping you would take them in," Admitted Poseidon sheepishly.
Sally stiffened. "Me?!" She asked in shock.
Poseidon nodded. "You. You said that you've always wanted children. And I don't know anyone else to trust."
"Daddy?" Asked one of the boys.
"Who is she?" Asked the other.
"This is Sally, this might be your new mother," replied their father suggestively. A pleading look in his eyes as he gazed at his mortal lover.
Both boys looked at Sally with their sea-green eyes. A pout on both of their faces. Their ocean-green eyes big and round filled to the brim with tears.
Sally shifted uncomfortably. Emotions churning wildly in her chest as she stared at the three boys sitting on her couch. "Well, alright."
The twins smiled toothily at her. Their bright smiling making Sally helplessly smile at the pair. They were going to kill her. She was sure of it.
"But only for a trial!"