Hello. My name I, well, it's not important at the moment. Hat is important is the first part of my story. Ok, so, I am a Goddess. However, there are no stories about me, per se. You see, I am named for my mother but my Uncle, Hades, abducted me when I was just a day old. I grew up away from everyone so no one knew of my existence and my birth parents were non-the wiser on where I was. Uncle Hades 'adored' me. Not, anyways, my Aunt Persephone was nicer to me. Always giving me baked treats and letting me play in the gardens when my Uncle wasn't around. However, every spring she would leave me to my Uncle. I am very studious, I love the water and it's creatures, however, I have a mischievous side, I also like to cause chaos and discord among the dead. I get that from my mother. Now if you don't know who my parents are then I must say that this will take a while. Ok, ok I'll tell you who my parents are. Here is a picture.

My mother is the lovely blonde with sparkling blue eyes. She is wearing a white cotton tunic with red embroidery around the edges, look at her hand; she is holding a golden apple. My father is the tall blonde man with blue eyes. He is well built and if you look closely, you can see his trident. Now please say you have guessed who my parents are. You have? Good. Now if I have not met them since I was one day old, then you might be wondering how I know who they are. Well, Auntie Persephone told me of course, when my uncle wasn't around that is. Eris and Poseidon. Who would've thunk it? Well, let me tell you what Auntie Persephone told me, only in my words.

One fine summer night on top of Mount Olympus when the Gods and Goddesses still ruled over Greece, a party was held in honor of the birth of Eros, God of Love. Aphrodite never looked more beautiful I was told. They partied well into the night, laughing and eating fresh bread with olives and olive oil. They all got drunk on wine from the freshest of grapes. As the stars gazed at the Olympians atop the mountain, Hades dwelled in his lair, detesting the sound of the laughter that filled the air and the sweet, mouth-watering lamb that was slowly cooking. He had had enough.

Going to the oracle of Delphi, Hades longed to know what information of the future she had to offer. Hades stayed with her half the night waiting for her to go into a trance and give a prophecy. Just when he was about to leave, her voice changed and her eyes got wide. She spoke in the language of the Gods so no nosy eavesdropper could get any information from it. To this day, only Hades knows the full Prophecy and he will take it to the grave. Ha! As if he ever could die. However, I have learned from experience that he is not a bad person, quite the opposite, in fact, he loves me. Yes, the God of Hell can Love. Her loves Persephone, who has learned to love him, back willingly, and he loves me, whom I have learned may not be my father but was there for me like one should. Ok, ok back to the story.

So, after hearing the prophecy, Hades quickly descended back down to his domain and waited for his lovely wife to return to him so he could be happy once more. He told me once that his life means almost nothing when Persephone and I are away. Awe, how sweet. I think they should have kids of their own. Wait, I'm off topic again, damn it!

As I was saying, when Persephone returned to him half a month later when the season turned to fall, she told him every little detail about the party. When she got to how drunk everyone (but her she does not have a taste for alcohol) was, Hades started to listen more. She had told him that Eris and Poseidon had gotten so drunk that they had proceeded to make out in the middle of the dining hall until Zeus had sent them away. According to Eris, they had gone back to Poseidon's place where he proceeded to ravish her and eventually, well since there is no other word to describe it, fuck her. Yes I know, bad language Eris, bad language. What would your lovely Aunt Persephone say about you now? I dunno; probably applaud me for how I put their little, encounter shall I say. Well, when the two woke up the next morning they went their separate ways. However, a week later, Eris was exclaiming that Poseidon had 'knocked her up' as she so eloquently put it. Hades couldn't have been more happy about gaining yet another niece/ nephew that when bets were made on when the baby would arrive and what sex the baby would be, he actually joined in. He bet I would be a girl (which I am) and that I would be born on the devils day, June sixth. They laughed but took the bet.

The months passed by and Persephone left again for spring and summer, promising Hades to get him if the child was born. It had been seven months since Eris had gotten pregnant and all she wanted to do was make others lives chaos. Poseidon had a lot of trouble keeping her quiet and away from view so no mortal would find out about the child.

Just like Hades had said, on June sixth, I was born. Lucky me. There was a party thrown for me. I was already sporting longish blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes and rosy pink lips. A spitting image of my mother who is actually quite nice, she just is obsessed with chaos. Well, beggars can't be choosers. So, Hades and Persephone went as a couple to the party.

At the party, everyone was drunk again and on Earth, a violent storm was coming. Dark wizards were becoming more and more active and although people thought they were servants of Hades, he had nothing to do with them, he has a very good soul, he just was unlucky in the draw of who would rule what, being the youngest of three brothers and the middle of all six of them, he found himself on the short ed of the stick, except with his wife.

Ok, I have soooo gone off topic again. Anyways, when the Gods and Goddesses were drunk (except Persephone and Hades), Hades pulled his lovely wife over and told what he needed to of the Prophecy. She immediately fell silent, contemplating what to do. Eris and Poseidon were always careless when it came to drinks and parties, so they decided to slip memory-altering potion into the drinks. Everyone fell into a deep sleep. No one would remember baby Eris except Hades and Persephone who was feeling extremely guilty about taking her sisters child and erasing it from everyone's memories.

Persephone and Hades took me to the underworld while on earth it started to hail. That was quite unheard of at the time so Persephone knew that she had to alter everyone's memories of the hailstones as soon as she got back. Putting baby Eris to bed, she smoothed her bleach blonde hair, kissed her forehead and made a summer rain wash away the memory and evidence of a hailstorm. Her mother, Demeter would be furious if she found out she went to the underworld for a quick visit. It was part of her duty to spend six months above ground and six months below it.

Well, fast forwarding in my life, we get to my fifth birthday. Hades was particularly unhappy that day, once again, a stupid mortal had beaten an illness and he had not gained another soul to rule over. Sighing, he sat down and decided that he needed someone to help him with collecting the souls, the end of them ruling over the Greeks was coming and his loyal servant only wanted to ferry souls across the river of dead. His three headed dog, Fluff, he had long since gotten a new one after Hercules sleighed the other one named Cerberus. I named Fluff, after his fur, which was a nice fluffy chocolate brown color. Sorry, back on track. I was getting into my terrible child hood of causing chaos and discord. Perfect for collecting dead souls after war thought my lovely Uncle. Sometimes I wonder how his mind works. Anyway, I had just finished playing with Fluff and I was coming back, the long way. There were sharp jagged rocks on the bank and I fell. I scraped my knee and cut up my left had pretty badly.

When I got back to the palace, yes it is a palace; Persephone came over to me right away. I couldn't yet write but I loved to draw which I did with my blood on my skin. My uncle saw this and rushed off mumbling something about my destiny. My aunt just shook her head. She had just thought about the spell that she wanted to use when my uncle came back.

He told me to draw with my hand on the parchment. Well, it was pink so how could a five year old say no to that? Any ways, I took it and placed my bloodied hand prink on a dotted line. My uncle quickly pulled that sheet away after I had finished with the handprint and when I started to pout, he gave me a new paper. I colored with my blood while he added spells to the paper. When I had finished my aunt cleaned me and fixed my cuts.

When I had finished dinner that night, I was going off to bed when I got dizzy and fell, that last thing I heard was, something along the lines of but it is her destiny.

I woke up three days later and almost screamed at how much I had changed. I no longer had bleach blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes and pale skin but dark sable hair and black eyes and pale skin that had a darkish tinge. I didn't know it but when I started to like my new look (which was almost immediately) I had accepted my destiny.

So here I am, over 2000 years late, collecting the souls from the latest war with Voldemort. Everyone is dead except for one. She is bright, smart, and caring. She will do well to help me in my quest, in the past.

The first war with Voldemort I had a lot of souls to pick up but not as many as this war. Honestly, I am getting exhausted and I don't get tired, I don't even sleep for Christ's sake! Gosh, there are so many dead.

Well, Back to what I was saying. A couple months ago, it was winter; My Aunt and Uncle told me of a prophecy concerning myself, well only the part that my aunt knew. My aunt and I knew that there was more to it but did not question my Uncle. It appears that I will be able to time travel and I am to do so with this girl, immediately after I collect the souls. It would be great if she could help or better yet if the dead all had coins under their tongues like they used to. Humans these days.

So, here I am, on a battlefield, taking the dead souls and bringing them back to my beloved Uncle so I can go on my quest. My self in that time and myself now will switch places; she will live her while I live there. Oh it is going to be so much fun!

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Finishing up the last of the souls I went over to the girl.

"Hello," I said to her. She just stared at me. I sighed; this was NOT going to be easy. "What if I told you that your friends could come back if, IF you went with me on this trip?" She seemed to consider this. Good, the bushy haired woman (whose hair was not so bushy, more tame now that it was long) with dead brown eyes looked at me contemplating. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she weighed the pros on cons. Finally, her grief won out.

"What can I do for you?" She asked me in a shy, unconfident voice. Wow, she must be very, very suicidal I thought, a young fresh soul that is pure, haven't had one of those in a while. ERIS!!! Snap out of it! I scolded myself.

"Ok, here it goes, we are to go on a quest to a place that will be completely familiar yet unfamiliar and we are to change the events and help people fall in love and all that what not. Understood?"

"You mean to say that we are to go back in time and stop some deaths and imprisonments form occurring, right?" Wow, she really is the smartest witch of her age. However, she will thank me later when we get there, right now she has to get that skeptical look out of her eyes.

"Ye, that is precisely what I mean," I replied hoping she wouldn't back out. She seemed to sense that I needed her although I felt her question why she was needed I would deal with that at another time. "You and I must travel to save lives, now what year at Hogwarts were you going into?"

"Seventh, why?" Ahh, so she hasn't graduated yet. Well, this'll make things easier for me.

"No reason as of yet. Come and take those books on Greek Mythology and Ancient and Lost Spells of The Deities (A/N: I am not sure what the term is or how it is spelled, sorry). Now that we have those," I said after she grabbed them, "Hold onto my hand and we will leave this forsaken world behind." Ok dramatic I know but it helped give her the boost she needed to trust me to get her where we were supposed to be.

"Good, now close your eyes and we will be off." What, I didn't want her to see how we were traveling, I might scare her, still scares me sometimes actually. Waving my hands in a complex pattern, a white light engulfed us and together we cast ourselves into the future! Actually, we went back in time to the summer of 1977. Ahh, this will be fun!

So, what do you think? Review please!!!