She was tugging on the man's pants. "Daddy, kill the spider." The man's eyes grew wide in horror, and his two older brothers laughed. They walked over to the little girl and bent down so that they were able to look her in the eyes.

"Daddy can't…"one said

"kill the…"the other said

"spider for you." They finished.

The girl stomped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why not?"

"'cause he's a coward."

"But don't worry Uncle Freddie…"

"and Uncle Goergie…"

"are brave and strong."

The girl shook her head, her dark brown curls bouncing. "Daddy's strong and not a cow- cow-"

"Coward." The bushy haired girl said.

"Thank you mommy."

She looked at the corner where she had seen the spider and giggle. What she had thought to be a spider had really been a small piece of dust.

"James come on, were going to miss the train." James looks at the doorway, before jumping up off the couch and running out of is room, living the TV on. He bursts into the kitchen, where his family is waiting for him.

He grins at them and goes to one side of the room were his trunk was placed. "I'm ready!" He says, "Are we going to apparate mum?"

"Yes, now grab onto your fathers arm, James." James looks at his father and begins to drag his trunk towards him; he grabs onto his father's arm and feels the awful feeling of apparation.

He was at kings cross, most of the other students were getting onto the bus. He scanned the crowed, looking for a familiar head of shaggy black hair.

"Gwen, I really don't think it's smart for you to be at kings cross." James turned his head to see a flash of blonde hair walk by him; she stopped and turned around looking at something or someone next to him. He turned his head to see a short, brunette, her arms crossed over her chest, and an annoyed look on her face. A tall boy with jet black hair walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Calm down babe." James eyes narrowed as he looked at the boy.

But she didn't calm down, she still looked ready to beat someone up.

James looked away from them, and walked away before he would do something stupid.

He walked through the corridor, until he was standing in front of his usual compartment. He could see the forms of his friends in the compartment and he grinned opening the compartment door, and walking in. He sits down next to a pretty blond and she stares at him curiously, "What's bothering you?" She asks.

He looks at her shocked and just shakes his head. He will never understand how Christa always just knows if there's something bothering you. "Don't even try to deny it."

"I'm not trying to deny anything, just don't want to talk about it."

"Hmph, fine then." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out of the window.

"So, how was your summer without us? Awful, right?" Fred asked looking at Christa.

"Actually, we went back to America to visit our family, Megan even brought back a little souvenir." Jake answered with a shrug.

"What type of souvenir?" Fred asked.

"She found herself a boyfriend, a really arrogant boyfriend that thinks his some big shot 'cause his dad is some supper famous war hero. Kind of like you James, but like 10x worse." Christa answered.

"OI" James shouted, "I am not arrogant, and I don't think I'm a bloody 'big shot'." He looked at Christa and sighed, "At least not all the time."

Jake and Fred chuckled at him, and he just shook his head. "Well Fred and I found some strange DVD in the attic, it was taken sometime before my Uncle Fred died, but there was a little girl, she was calling my uncle Ron 'Daddy'. But I don't know who the bloody hell she is. Rose has no older sister that I know about." He explained and looked at his two American friends that had stiffened when he mentioned the little girl. "Do you know something about it?"

"Of course not." Christa said, but he could tell she was lying. Christa could be the best liar in the world, in fact she might actually be, but James knew her to well. She was playing with her blond (the same color as a Malfoy's) hair and her head was tilted slightly to the side.

James looked at her and sighed, "Bloody hell, tell me if you know."

"I don't. Eurghh, I'm gonna go see Roxi." She sighed and stood up brushing invisible dust off of her dress, before leaving the compartment.

James turned to look at his friend who just shrugged, "If I knew, I'd tell you."

Liar, James thought. "Why won't anybody tell me?"

Jake looked at him for a second, and resumed looking out the window.

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Dear Megan,

There are a couple of new 'transfer students'. They all made it to Gryffindor and one of them looks exactly like father, coincidence. I don't think so, I think there might have been an accident with a time turner because

1:there are 4 of them, one that looks like father, one that looks like the first James Potter, one that has bright red hair (the only girl), and so on.

2: the 3 boys call themselves, Padfoot, Prongs, and Moony.

I believe that I've said enough.

Jake.

I stood up and began to walk to my bedroom, letter clutched tightly in my left hand.

I find a parchment and quill and write down a quick letter.

Dear Jack,

I'll go tell this to Lady Hecate and mum, but I would suggest that you wait to be 100% sure. We don't want to make a fool of ourselves.

Megan

I look at my closet and smirk, time to wear one of my really cool dresses. I walk over to my closet and open the door, Were's the one mum got me again? I think to myself, Ahha! Here it is.

I quickly put on a black tank top and slip on the dress. The top part is a little see true, there is a black belt around midsection, and it falls to the floor, with a little train, the dress is pink (of course) and you could see some of my back 'tattoos'.

I look at the 'tattoos' in the mirror and sigh. There not actually tattoos, I was actually born with them and it's not like I could go to the doctors and get them removed. I'm stuck with them, but my mother told me they symbolise power. There are 8 on my back, I also have one on my shoulder, another on my foot, one on my neck, one is on my colorbone and the last one is on my wrist. There are thirteen in total, one for each of the Olympians and Hades. Mum says I've been blessed by all of them, she says I was born to be the 'dove'. I am supposed to restore peace if wizards and demigods find out about each other. I'm a special case; I'm both a demigod and a witch. My father was Sirius Black, he dead a month after I was born. My mum is Aphrodite Greek goddess of Love and beauty.

I gently lift my dark brown hair and look at the snake on my neck, Hermes. That's my cousin Gwen's father, her mother is Narcissa Malfoy believe it or not. She went to Hogwarts the same year as Fred and George Weasley, they were her best friends apparently, her partners in crime. She was a Gryffindor and although her mum and step dad were both in Slytherin they were both proud of her. They were on the wrong side of the war and they knew it but they feared Tom Riddle, or Voldemort as people know him.

I look away from the door and at the small owl that is still in my house, waiting for me to give him my reply. I smile and tie the letter to its leg. It's wings began to move and then it's off. I take one last look at my tattoos in the mirror before apparating to my mother's palace.

"Mother." I call out and hear someone yell in here from upstairs. I quickly apparate to my mums room where I find her doing her nails. I tell her everything of what Jake sent me in that letter. She looks at me for a second and says, "That could be very possible, I wouldn't do anything stupid until your 150% sure though."

"I won't mother, although I have warned Jake to do the same thing, knowing him he'd be the idiot that would ruin everything."

My mother laughs and smiles at me "Have you told Hecate yet."

"No, I was going to go after talking to you." I reply.

She nods her head and motions her hand toward the door, "You should probably go do that now."

I nod my head and go speak to Hecate. When I arrive there I find my cousin sitting on the couch. He looks at my for a second before saying, "She can't talk at the moment, so what's your problem."

I explain to him and he nod, "Makes sense if you ask me. Honestly, that brother of yours is smarter than he makes everyone believe."

"Not always." I laugh. "He really is an idiot, just sometimes he says something that actually makes sense."

He laughs and he's hair changes from -black like his father- to blue.

He got his mother's metamorphmagus, powers unlike Christa who got the Malfoy family genes. He and Christa are only half-siblings thought. Christa's father was a wizard and she was born because her parents were truly in love. Her brother, Lucius –named after his step grandfather- was born because Hades (his father) wanted a wizard kid. Pretty weird if you ask me but Hades seemed to think it was a good idea. Lucius became Hecate's assistant after that and of course because his Lucius he and Hecate fell in love. Now he's her immortal husband.

He's four years younger than me, which means he's 17, kind of young to get married but he's immortal now so I don't really think it matters. Christa is two years older than him so she's 19, same age as Teddy Lupin. Of course she's under a spell thought.

I should probably explain.

See my name is Megan Black, my father is Sirius Black and my mother is Aphrodite. My father died when I was just 1 month old, because I was too young to realise that it was my father who had died and because I seemed to like being around Ron Weasley so much I thought that he was my father, and even at a young age I had a gift of just knowing when people were meant to be. I began to call Hermione Granger mommy.

Then a year later Gwen and George Weasley got married, it was honestly something not many people would have expected. She was a Malfoy and he was a Weasley, and even thought she was a Gryffindor and her family was said to be evil, she was always really close to her mother, her brother, and her step father.

Her really father was a god. Hermes. Gwen had a sister, a twin. She never grew up with her sister thought. They were the first wizard/demigods, since Tom Riddle. Yes, Riddle was a demigod, a son of Hermes. But we don't really like to talk about that. They split them up, Her twin, Christa, grew up on Olympus, she wasn't immortal thought. Christa died when Gwen was in her 5th year-In the final battle against Kronos-.

A year after George and Gwen got married they had a kid, a little girl; they named her Christa in memory of Gwen's sister. A lot happened that year, the battle of Hogwarts, Uncle Freddie died, so did the Lupins. Then of course when things were getting a little better. We had to leave. When I was three, Zeus got all scared that we would try to use our wizard powers against him. We had to leave, and because Christa had a little goddess in her she had to leave to. (There's also Melanie but that's another long story that i'll explain another day)Aunt Gwen had to leave 1/2 of the only people that really accepted her being a Malfoy (The other was Uncle Freddie). Ron Weasley lost his little girl and Jake and I lost the closest thing we ever had to real parents.

Then two years later Lucius was born. Life became pretty normal after that, and although Zeus didn't let her, Gwen still told us about the wizarding world, told us stories about life at Hogwarts. She even taught us how to play Quiditch. We had fun if none of us got to live like a normal kid. The gods always seemed to have a quest for us.

At the age of 16, Hecate was banned from the wizarding world too. Zeus didn't want her to have power over something that he did not. She put Christa and Jake under a spell to make them look like 1st years. I got to stay the same age and became the best beater the Holyhead Harpies ever had.

That summer Jake and Christa came back, still looking like little kids, much to my amusement. They asked me if it was cool that 2 of their friends stayed at the end of the summer, for two weeks. I agreed, and that's how I met James. Him and his cousin Fred came over. I learnt that Fred was the kid of George Weasley and Anglina Johnson. His parents were divorced, which seemed to make Christa happy, her father was George Weasley. Of course Fred didn't know this. We had changed our last names to Steal. The only problem was we didn't think of changing our appearance.

I still looked like a girl version of my father, long black hair, although I had died the tips ginger, grey eyes, full lips and a tiny noise. The only difference was my height. People told me my father was really tall, while I'm only 5,2. I'm a prankster like him, mischievous, feisty, a flirt, and I have the worst temper. I'm also a huge klutz.

My brothers just like me. He's my other half, and he's only 5 minutes younger than me. People say he looks just like my dad, you know before he went slightly mad from being in Azkaban for 12 years. He's also a lot life me. All the girls love him, he's an awesome beater, a prankster, and he's tall and muscular. He's also a klutz, but a little more agile than me.

As for Christa, she looks like a Malfoy. Long blonde hair, that looks like it's been bleached, she's tall like her mother, her eyes are grey, and she has pointed features. She's also a prankster, but she doesn't get caught as often, a theif, never leave anything unguarded when she's around, she has a bad temper like me, but not as bad and she's also much more agile, which is probably why she never gets caught. I often call her Mary Sue, because unless you know her, you'll think she's flawless, but that's impossible. Like I said she's got a bad temper, and she's got a huge ego.

Every summer since that one, Fred and James came to our house. We were always scared that if we went to the burrow, the Weasley's/Potter's would recognize one of us. Probably Mum (Hermione). Hecate wanted us to keep our identities a secret. So we never went.

Often during the year the 4 (Jake, Christa, James, and Fred) would sneak out of Hogwarts and come visit. Sometimes they even came alone, but that was usually when something was bothering them.

They had become the next generation of Marauders. I get kind of jealous sometimes. Jake and Christa got to go to Hogwarts (probably because I often just blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind, although I don't do it as often) I still do it often enough to accidentally say something about who we really are.

Ever since that first summer, James and I had become pretty close. He would sneak out and come and visit, just to keep me company, not because he had a problem. He was 5 years younger than me. He was the only person who was actually ever able to calm me down when I got angry.

! Tell me what you think :)