DISCLIAMER: I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter; if I did I would be very happy
Rhea was worried. If the gods found out about her and her husband's newest child they would surely kill it. She had thought over all the possible places she could hide her baby girl but only one stood out, Godric's Hollow.
Her parents were dead, she had a brother to look after, and her aunt and uncle treated her like dirt. Life sucks. Between Dudley n' gang focusing on her brother (and not her) and the fact that she only had to clean the house she had some free time in the afternoon.
Most of the time she liked just hanging around in the front of the house but today she decided to take a quick walk around town. The sun was almost setting when she heard taunting voices in a nearby alley.
Hearing the noise she directed her path toward the old alley. When she was a good distance away from the street, she heard her name being called.
"Lizzy!" the sound of her brother, Harry, rose up above the taunts.
Suddenly Lizzy felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, face to face with Piers.
"Oi! What do you want to do with this one D?" he said.
"Just make sure she doesn't escape." 'D' said.
"I'll escape if I feel like it." Lizzy retorted. Like those puny boys could hold their own against me, she laughed, as if Dudley could be considered puny.
They didn't respond. She got a little annoyed. Then suddenly she began to glow. Luckily they weren't looking other wise they would have been incinerated. But when she stopped glowing she and her brother were somewhere else.