A/N: First: Hello guys. I'm very happy- this is my new (and first) story- or crossover, whatever. I would apreciate if you would tell me if thre's maybe something wrong in there. anything, ok? Grammar errors, I must apologize if there's some pretty stupid spelling mistakes in there- English isn't my native tongue. Oh, I beg for you to not put flames or hurtful coments. If you don't like my story, please refraiihatever errors... Secondly: This is a Fem!Harry. So sorry no GW/HP. The name I have chosen to give her is Diana (for the Roman goddess of the moon and hunt and virging girls and stuff- that Diana) Hyacinth: that was a hero, if I remeber that Apollo loved or somehing. I'll tell you later as the story slowly progresses one of the many reasons I choose this name. I'll give you a hint- Hyacinth: 1) Is a boys name, 2) Hyacinth, really? 3) Was a hero in the myths and 4) G: Apollo - R: Apollo.

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PJATO/HP Crossover

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, if I was Sirius and Remus would be alive- for the matter I'm not Rick Riordan either for similar reasons. Enjoy!

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Prologue: The Three Graces (Thalia's POV)

August 7, 1993

Her mother was a selfish woman, and Thalia had always been aware of that.

With her long blonde hair, rich blue eyes and tanned complexion, Beryl Grace, the famous TV star- wasn't a good mother. Thalia suppressed a snort. She was dreadful, but she couldn't say Beryl hadn't tried to be a good mother, though.

Her mother's own mum had been an alcoholic, something which seemed to be inherited. Sadly, when Thalia was two her mother started to drink- and smoke too. Beryl had her moments of being a great mother- at least when she was sober. But, Thalia could only count that moments, on one hand. That didn't mean she didn't love her mother. But Thalia was bitter. She had to take care of her mother while taking care of herself.

While Thalia had never met her father, part of her blamed him for her mother's state. Some nights her drunken mother would wail and scream his name- Zeus she'd called him. And sometimes Thalia's mother would whisper harshly about Zeus and call him King of the Gods, Lord of the Skies or some stuff like that.

Her father? A god? A king?

"Of course," the dark haired girl muttered bitterly. "And I'm blonde. Ha!"

At first, she believed her mother was mad, surely the alcohol had reached her brain and killed all her neurones, after all this time. But strange things began to happen, that weird lady following her. Or the way she could almost tell when a violent storm would happen. But when she was seven all changed.

There was a knock at the door, followed by a deep voice- a man's voice asking, "Beryl?"

Her mother's eyes widened in surprise, that she let drop the cigarette she'd been smoking. Thalia was surprised for her mother's action, so she followed her. The seven year old peaked around the corner into the hallway where the front door stood. Her electric blue eyes narrowed.

The voice belonged to a tall man. He seemed to have black hair, a well-trimmed beard, marbled grey and black like a storm cloud. His face was proud. And his eyes, she realized with a gasp, were electric blue. Just like hers! He appeared to be in his mid-twenties and wore a dark blue suit.

"Zeus," Thalia's mother whispered in wonder.

Beryl stepped back to allow him to enter, her eyes wide. The man smiled grimly at her mother, before looking around the place curiously. A few minutes of silence then-

"You can come out Thalia," the man she almost recognized called out.

While Thalia was young and pretty and had a spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. A sun-kissed complexion. Black hair like a raven's wing. It all screamed cute, adorable... innocent little girl. But Thalia's eyes that were big and of an electric blue color, sparkled with suspicion.

"Who are you?" Thalia demanded, arms crossed trying to look at least a little intimidating. While she may not have a perfect relationship with her mother, she was not going to let her die by the hands of an strange man. Who said he couldn't be simply disguised as her father? Perhaps he was a theif.

The man,- apparently 'Zeus' didn't get angry as he simply chuckled. His eyes oddly soft as he approached and pulled a small silver box wrapped on a blue ribbon, from one of the pockets of his suit.

"I'm Zeus, my daughter" he said, knowing she wouldn't be civil until he answered her questions. Her father wished her a happy birthday, handing her the silver box.

So if he was her father, where had he been for the last five years?

July 1, 1994 (Midnight)

It was nearly six on the morning when Thalia passed back and forth in the waiting room of the hospital. Her eyes wide with worry. On October of the last year her mother had cheerfully informed Thalia, that she was pregnant. And no, she wasn't getting a silbing- she was getting two. It wasn't as if Thalia had a problem, she had wanted silbings since a long time ago. But her mother was a problem. Beryl was the problem. A drunk mother whom also had smoking tendencies taking care of an dyslexia and ADHD seven year old girl and also a pair of newborns twins. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

What if one of the twins died? What if both of them died? What if her mother had smoked to much, or drinked to much and the twins were born ill? What if-?

"Hello, Thalia." Zeus greeted her, a small smile in his lips.

Why is he smiling? Does he enjoy my misery!? Thalia thought bitterly.

Then was when she noticed, he was wearing a pair of blue scrubs on top of his suit. Slowly comprehension began to dawn over her and her eyes turned wide as owls.

"The twins!", she exclaimed. "Are Jason and Achilles, okay?" Thalia asked, the palms of her hands sweating by the nervousness.

The names were few of the things mother and daughter had agreed on. Thalia knew that names had power, her father had said so. Therefore, it was decided that if they were sons of Zeus, powerful ones that's it, they had to have powerful names. They were the names of two Greek heroes, Jason was a mortal and Achilles was a descendant of Thalia's own father.

Thalia had wanted to name them Achilles and Perseus (who was another Greek hero), but her mother, with her eyes wide and filled with terror had said no. Insisting that one of them must be named Jason.

"He must be named Jason!" "Mum! But I like Perseus more-" "No. And this is my final word!"

The god put his hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down.

"Why don't you see it yourself?" he asked, almost daring. Thalia nodded her heart racing.

July 2, 19954

Thalia gulped pushing the 137 room's door wide open.

The daughter of Zeus stared at her mother, and the blond woman stared back at her.

She cleared her throat. "Are they?" Thalia asked hestiantly, pointing with a trembling finger the two cribs placed at her mother's left. Beryl nodded smiling brightly. And Thalia found herself smiling too. It was moments like this she remembered her mother hadn't always been like that.

She approached slowly to her mother's bed, and her brow furrowed in confusion. There laying on the cribs were two little bundles. One was blue, Thalia noticed with a smile, that indicated he was a boy. But the other wasn't a baby blue color, nor a pale pink one. It was of rich emerald green color. Wrapped in both bundles

"Green?"

"They weren't enough pink bundles for her."

"Oh okay... Wait, pink bundles?" Thalia asked. Surely that couldn't mean...

Her mother nodded.

"So I have a little sister?"

"Yes. A little brother and sister."

Thalia looked thoughtful for a moment, then she asked; "What are their names?"

"Jason and Deianira June Grace; meet you big sister Thalia," Beryl gave her a bright and brittle laugh.

Her mother reached out for her and gave her a tight hug. This time Thalia didn't mind for she was truly happy, she wrapped her smaller arms around her mother and inhaled her escent. Her mum smelled like lemons, Thalia realized as she snuggled deeper on the embrace, picturing the twins faces on her mind she made a promise.

I'll protect you and never abandon you, Thalia thought furiously, ever.

September 27, 1994

It was a Friday afternoon, Thalia was taking care of her silbings upstairs on their tiny nursery, when a shout pierced the comfortable silence, "You can't leave me!" Beryl screamed, her blond hairdo bouncing at the desesperate shakes of her head.

Her father's face was proud and grim, "I'm a god." He stated gravely. "I have matters to attend. Thus, I have already interfered too much. The Ancient Laws forbid me to do anything. I can't stay".

"But- you love me!" She protested stubbornly. Her mother seemed proud of that feat. Making the King of the Gods fall in love with her.

"I loved all my mortal lovers in my own way. And you must remember I am married. I love Hera, even if we have a difficult relationship."

Thalia watched with tear filled eyes the scene happening in front of her, craddling her baby brother in her arms, tightly. She felt the urge to scream and stop all that nonesense. Thalia wanted to yell at her father begging him to stop, to not leave, but she knew it just couldn't be. Blue eyes like, her own, looked at her sleepily.

"Uh?" Jason gave a happy gurgle to her, unaware of the chaos downstairs.

As Thalia looked at Jason, she felt like crying. She was the one supposed to protect him and Dei. From monsters, froms angry gods, from bullys, from her mother if it was necessary- from everything.

December 29, 1994

When Deianira was six and a half months old Thalia noticed that strange things started to happen.

Sometimes Deianira would smile at her old sister and wave her tiny, chuby hands dramatically at,- for example, a toy. Suddenly, as if an invisible person did it, the toy- the one that Deianira pointed at,- would float to her baby sister. Right into her waiting hands, making her beam proudly.

At first Thalia, began to curse and scream. (Her mother shouted- "Chill out 'Lia?!") And snatched away the toy, of her sister's grasp.

Unsurprisingly, little Deianira stared at her, her blue eyes wide with curiosity.

"'Lia?" She muttered the only thing she knew how to say.

Thalia motioned her sister to come closer, while stuffing the damned toy in her pocket.

"Deianira? That thing that happened was... umm," she thought for a moment. "Magic," Thalia muttered feeling silly. "Magic! Yeah, pure and cute magic," she added.

"Uh?" Deianira

"Baby magic indeed, kiddo," she murmured uneasly, ruffling her sister's blonde hair.

That night when Thalia was sleeping, she heard a faint cracking sound, the sound of footsteps and the crying of a baby.

The crying of a baby... Jason, Deianira!

Thalia bolted from the couch she was resting in, while passing the kitchen she grabbed a frying pan... She didn't knew what was out there! Sprinting up the stairs while gripping the pan hard.

Thalia ran at her silbings' nursery, just in the moment to see a man wearing an strange dark cloak. The hood covering his face, hovering towards her silbings, who were waving their arms and legs fiercely and crying,- a stick?- a stick, made of what appeared to be a strange type of dark wood, grasped firmly on his hand.

He grabbed little Deianira in his arms. And Thalia yelled, finally out of her shock;

"You, give me my sister! Now!" The eight year old's knuckles were white, her frame tembling. Thalia had to supress a gasp when the intruder waved his stick in front of her brother murmuring something. Then suddenly Jason stopped crying and it seemed he was asleep. Thalia's heart nearly stopped. She raised her pan ready to aim a few kicks.

"Stupefy!" the man shouted, waving his stick in her direction.

"Arghhhhh!" With a roar, Thalia lunged straight to the man, her borrowed frying pan aiming for his face. With all the drama going on, she failed to notice that as the stranger waved his wand aiming at her, a shot of dark red light shot out of his wand.

Suddenly it stroke her on the chest. Then black spots began to block her vision, she gasped but felt herself falling and falling. Darkness welcomed her and she remebered nothing.

August 4, 1996

Thalia cried all day and night, her baby sister... She choked back a sob. Time passed but Thalia couldn't forget what happened. since that day she became very protective of Jason. It seemed that the man that had sneaked in her house had done something to Beryl Grace because her mother didn't seem to remeber nothing about Deianira. So Thalia kept her guilt to herself.

Just a few more years, she decided. And me and Jason are getting out of here, maybe to that camp Father talked about?

It happened nearly a year and a half of the kidnap of Deianira. Beryl had taken Thalia and Jason to a picnic. Thalia thought it suspicious. Her mother never went out with them. So why a picnic? A vacation she called it. After they arrived they put a large blanket in the grass they sat her mother didn't smoke, she was pale and her hands were shaking.

"Are you... are you alright?" Maybe her mother had finally snaped or she was becoming crazy.

Beryl gave her a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes, darling. I'm fine." This was one of the things she had inhereted from her mother: That damned stubborn streak. She would tell you she was fine even if she was at death's - or was it Thanatos now?- line.

Her mother told her to go and search for the picnic basket, as she had forgotten it in the car. Thalia still carrying Jason acepted, but stopped when her mother told her not to go yet.

"Thalia, here give me Jason. Okay?" Her mother voice shook, and she extended her arms to carry Jason.

Thalia frowned, since when was her mother like that? "But-" The argument died in her tongue.

"No. Thalia give me Jason, now." Her mother ordered, her voice shook more now. But she had a look on her eyes. Thalia knew that look well she saw it every time she gazed at her refelction on a mirror.

I knew that mum was stubborn, Thalia sighed. She couldn't help but feel that something was off. And she always trusted her guts. Demigod instinct, she supposed.

Her mother pursed her lips. "Go on then."

Thalia nodding her head an uneasy sensation feeling her chest, ran fast to the car. She went opened the car with the keys she serached for the picnic basket. Thalia found it and she ran fast very fast to her mother. However when she came back all she saw was her mother rocking back and fort, her blond hairdo a mess. Dropping the picnic basket on the floor carelessly, Thalia shook her mother gently. She was very afraid.

"Mum... where is Jason mum?" Thalia's voice was full with the panic she felt. "Mum?" she shaked her, more harder now.

The daugther of Zeus helped her mother to remove her hands out of her face, showing that her eyes were red and puffy- probably for crying. Slowly a wild smirk began to form in her mother's face. And she started to laugh hysterically.

"Jason?" Thalia shivered at her mother's voice. Then she told Thalia something that she'll never forget.

Wrapping her skinny arms around herself, tears flowing from her eyes; Thalia only could think about what her mother said.

"Jason isn't with us anymore."

The Moirai —often known in English as the Fates—were the white-robed incarnations of destiny, who mortals though didn't exist. Weren't they were myths after all? But to the Grace silbings they existed. They were deep into the mythological greek world- they were demigods.

Therefore, the three Fates decided to separate the three silbings- the offsprings of The King of the Gods.

One, was trained since a young age to become the perfect leader.

The other, when death came closer, was kept alive by becoming a second Daphne.*

The third, suffered at the hands of mortals and as time passed survivor was more than a title to her.

"Soon," Clotho whispered brokenly, glancing with glee at three large socks that lay on their knitting basket, that was on, one of her sisters- Lachesis lap . They were all of a differents colors. The larger one was of a deep electric blue color. The other two were the same size; though one was royal purple; the other was an startling elmerald green.

"It's only matter of time for the son of lightning, the daugther of thunder and the daughter of the sky, to find each other," Atropos murmured.

Meanwhile, in the dusty attic of Camp Half-Blood, a corspe- the mummy whose body had the Oracle of Delphi's soul inside, shook violently. Then it's eyes snaped open. There shouldn't be nothing there, expect of empty sockets, perhaps. They were empty sockets for a few seconds.

Suddenly, it's eyes began to glow green, it's mouth opened and the mummy said in a raspy voice, "And for the three Graces to become a family again."

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*Thalia was turned into a tree. And in Greek Mythology, a girl Apollo chased after, named Daphne pleaded to Gea or I-don't-know-who to escape from Apollo. So she was turned into a tree. Tada!