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Disclamer: All characters and (most) events belong to either JK Rowling or Rick Riordan.

Chapter One

I Contemplate My Impending Doom

Persephone Jackson is a hard person to scare. She's saved the world on multiple occasions, ventured into the ancient and forbidden lands of the mare norstrum, survived Tartarus, and was a child of not one but TWO deadly prophecies. Monsters and Titans? She can handle. Nothing in the mortal world scared her anymore, but facing the family who took you in at eleven years old; after disappearing for nearly an entire year? Just the thought made her scared beyond belief. She dreaded the moment she'd have to floo to the Potter household.

It was a month after the battle versus Gaea, and things were just beginning to go back to normal. As normal as a demigods life could be, anyway. "I've been putting this off for too long." she thought to herself. The Potter/Weasly clan were going to kill her when they see her. One year missing, no goodbye, no message saying that she's alive - one year of complete silence. They probably think that I'm dead, the young Demigod decided. Persephone felt as though something cemented in her stomach, the guilt was unbearable.

The Wotters were her family, they took her in when her adoptive mother decided to travel the world with her new husband Paul Blofis. When she got her Hogwarts letter she had no idea what to do, she'd known that her mother was a witch but she was terrified of the magic she possessed. At the age of eleven Persephone Jackson wasn't a naive little girl, she knew all about the Wizarding War, Harry Potter, and Lord Voldemort. Her own mother was a veteran of the Battle of Hogwarts - a muggleborn witch. A mudblood. Her blood status was the reason her mother had died, Persephone remembered seeing a flash of green light striking her mother; then before she could hit the floor - she was dead. She was eight years old at the time, they were out in muggle London on vacation, shopping. Muggles described it as a gunshot, but Persephone knew better; her mother had been hit with the most deadly unforgivable curse - Avada Kedavra. She remembered someone pulling her out of the way so the murderer couldn't get to her too, but before she could see who it was that saved her, they'd vanished. Later, Persephone learned that it was her father that saved her, and the reason for her mothers murder was her muggleborn blood status, and her having taken part in the Battle of Hogwarts - Theodore Nott who was freshly out of Azkaban, only to be thrown back in to the dementors.

From then on Persephone was an orphan, she'd been shipped back to New York, going from one foster home to another, until she was adopted by a wannabe actress named Celeste Romanov. Celeste, was only a minor actress on broadway; either making the small roles or becoming an understudy for supporting roles. She was barely ever home, and had major selective hearing, so when McGonogall came to retrieve her for her first year at Hogwarts; Celeste only heard that Persephone had been accepted into an exclusive boarding school in Scotland. She took it as an opportunity to brag more to those she works with. "The poor little girl I took in, has been accepted into the most exclusive boarding school in Scotland! I knew she was special the moment I laid eyes on her. I'm such a caring person - blah blah blah"

At the time, Persephone didn't know anyone starting at Hogwarts, so naturally she chose a compartment on the Hogwarts express that was empty. She had no one to meet, and who would talk to a little girl any way? She was dreading the train ride, it was hours long, but with her ADD it was bound to feel even longer. That was when James Potter decided to show up. He was the same age as her, and came in with his cousin Fred Weasly, both with mischievous looks on their faces - like they were always up to something. James with his messy ebony colored hair, brown eyes, and glasses; Fred with shaggy ginger hair, gangly frame, and face covered in freckles. The three of them took an instant liking to each other, and through the years they became inseparable. They decided that 'Persephone' was too much of a mouthful and opted to call her 'Percy' instead. They were all sorted into the Gryffindor house, and became the best of friends, she even spent some of the holidays with their families through the years. The entire Potter/Weasly bunch grew to love Persephone and came to love her as a part of their family. There were almost no secrets between them - except for Percy's biggest one of all. Her demigod heritage.

They had no clue that she was a daughter of Poseidon, or of all the quests she's gone on throughout the years. She couldn't, it was the only way to keep them and their families safe. She swore on the river styx that she wouldn't tell them her secret unless it was absolutely nescisarry, or if it was time. Now was the time to tell them, if they want she'll show them her memories from the Titan war up until now. She wanted to get past this, and show them who she really is, and all that she'd done throughout the years. She didn't want to lie to them anymore, and she didn't think it'd be possible to after a year or silence from her. She was going to come out with the whole truth. She'd asked Professor McGonogall if she could borrow the pensive for the occasion, and she'd already taken Percy's memories as well as some from the six others who she accompanied in the quest to the ancient lands. She was so anxious to get this over with. All she wanted was to get to the burrow and show them her memories, and explain to them the world she comes from.

The pensive in her hands, having been delivered via Hermes Express, and a satchel full of memories, Percy stood in front of the fire place of the big house at Camp Half-blood. Her feet were rooted in place, she was too anxious to move. Just then, her boyfriend, the son of Athena Andrew Chase walked into the room. "Boyfriend" seemed like such a loose term for Andrew; through the years they had gone thru so much together she didn't know what she'd ever do without him. When he entered the room and looked at her with his beautiful grey eyes, she thought someone had cast a jelly leg jinx on her. By the God's she loved him. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering in her ear,

"I know you're scared to face them, but the sooner you do it the better" She leaned into him, and slightly turned to look up at him

"Easy for you to say" she stared "You have never faced the wrath of Mrs. Ginny Potter. She will fillet me alive while the others watch and eat me for dinner" He smirked at her, finding it amusing that she could face off with a Titan lord and sass off God's but she was scared witless of facing a completely normal family of wizards.

"So you're having second thoughts?"

"Pretty much."

"Well then" he said, dropping his arms from her waist walking towards the fireplace. He then took some floo powder from her stash and threw it into the flames "That settles it."

"Settles what?" Percy asked, wondering what he was up to

"No kisses" He said "none, at all unless you go to your family's house to explain everything to them"

"Not fair" Percy said narrowing her eyes at him,

"So fair" he replied with a cheeky grin, they held a small staring contest until Percy finally groaned giving in

"Fine!" she said walking towards the fireplace where he was standing "but don't I get a kiss for good luck? It's kind of our thing."

"Make it out of there a live seaweed brain, then we'll see" He responded, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. Percy rolled her eyes and grinned

"Oh hush" she told him, putting a single hand behind his neck pulling him into a quick kiss. She pulled away, and he kissed her cheek as she spoke loud and clear "THE BURROW". She then stepped into the fire, the green flames engulfing her; Andrew and Camp Half-blood disappearing from view.