Annabeth: Hi, I'm Annabeth, and I really don't want to be here right now.
Sayo (me): Get on with it. Or else.
Annabeth: Or else what? I'm a daughter of Athena, and your just a mortal.
Ginny: And a muggle.
Jace: And a mundane.
Sayo: Jace what are you doing here. This story is NOT about you, and won't be. *to Annabeth and Ginny* I may not be a demigod or a witch *sniffle* but I still do have the power to control your story and to keep you here forever!
Annabeth: Fine. All characters belong to Rick Riordan and-
Ginny: J.K. Rowling.
Sayo: Here we go!
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One week after the end of "Blood of Olympus", at Camp Half-Blood...
Percy gazed at the stars. After finding out that they were really dead heroes, they seemed to have lost their... Their hope.
Their joy, happiness, beauty, sparkle.
To Percy, these stars were no longer shinning.
They were simply there. Like him.
Percy thought of all the heroes he knew, who had died, just like the heroes in the sky.. Leo, Luke, Silena, Bendorf, Zoë, Bianca... Leo.
He hadn't been able to save Leo.
Or give him his happy ending.
He hadn't kept his promise, he hadn't given Calypso her happy ending.
Heck, he hadn't even kept his word to Leo: he had not helped him find his happiness.
He was useless.
And no matter what any one did or said, those heroes were gone, and Percy hadn't saved them.
"Percy!" A voice called out to him in the dark night.
It was Annabeth, holding a torch in her hand.
It seemed appropriate.
After all, she was the only light in his currently dark world; the only one who could lift his spirits nowadays.
He wished the others could understand him, but he also knew that the only way he could do that was by talking about his past.
As if he would.
If someone asked him to, then of course he would share, but he wouldn't initiate it. And everyone was so 'understanding '... They would never dream of asking him.
Annabeth wasn't one of the 'everyone' s. However, she already knew everything.
He knew, deep down that he had to open up, let everything out. After all, it wasn't as if he had some dark secret. But he just couldn't bring himself talk.
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After the end of "The Deathly Hallows" (before the epilogue), at the Weasley's house...
Harry sighed.
The 'extendable ears' from Fred and George's joke shop- no, George's joke shop, lay on the table.
Harry smiled, remembering how they had used them to listen to the adults. Suddenly, he felt nostalgic.
'God,' he thought to himself, 'don't I wish I could go back to the good old days.'
Everyone would laugh at him if they heard him call his days battling Voldemort 'the good old days', but it was true.
He missed those times when he had an actual goal in life. He remembered how the order of the Phoenix, had meetings in the very house he was in now. About how Fred and George had attended, claiming to be legally adults; how Ron and Hermione had bargained their way in, saying that Harry would tell them everything anyway. Ginny had been the only one who wasn't officially allowed at the meeting, but they told her what had happened anyhow.
But that could never happen again.
No, not with most of the people dead.
All those he loved...
Why was fate so cruel?
Why, after giving his parents to death before he ever knew them, did it have to give away everyone else, too?
How many who people had died in those battles?
Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Fred, Dumbledore, Cedric... Why, even Snape!
Countless people who had died in a war that had been about only 2: Voldemort and himself. And yet,so many had died.
If only he had surrendered himself...
Harry knew he shouldn't be thinking this way.
'If only it was possible to relive to relive the past in someway,' he thought.
'So that I can remember all the goodness in my life. A chance to look at everything from a different perspective.'
If only...
But Harry knew it was impossible to go back to the past: even Hermione's time shifting necklace couldn't do that.
He just wished there was some way of reliving his past...
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Meanwhile, somewhere on Olympus...
The goddess Hestia exclaimed, "It has happened!"
"What has?" Asked her sister Demeter.
"A long time ago, I asked Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hecate, Isis, Osiris, Horus, Ra, Loki, Thor, and Odin for permission to do this. When 2 or more groups of people, who had saved the world, and who are alive, are suffering, and wish to... revisit their past-" started the goddess of the Hearth.
"You asked them to TURN BACK TIME?" yelled the goddess of agriculture.
"No, sister," replied Hestia,"I simply asked them to let me... take them away for a while. And there, at the place they go, are all their stories, written by the chosen scribes of this realm."
Demeter nodded.
Then, she asked, " But who?"
Her sister responded," For now, the Greeks/Romans and the Wizards of Hogwarts."
Then, seeing Demeter's frown, she explained, "You know, Hecate's magical people?"
Demeter nodded, but then frowned again.
"That's it?"
"Oh, no. Of course not. But the others will be coming a bit later."
Hestia smiled mysteriously, before turning back to her fire.
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Author's note:
Thanks for reading!
This is my first fanfic, so I how it's ok!
I plan to make Carter Kane and the Egyptians come in the next chapter. Sorry that it was a little short.
I'll try to update about once a week.
Also, I didn't mean to copy anyone's fanfic, so...
Ok , I know no one is reading this so I'll just stop now.
Please review!
Thanks, Sayo