Author's note:
So… I did a prologue for WOWP and HP and I promised you guys that I would do a story that would be the typical, Alex and her gang go to Hogwarts and Alex Russo the Special One catches Harry's eye and they fall in love and they have two kids and a beautiful castle that Taylor Swift always sings about.
Haha… no. That idea just died off. I mean, there is an archive of over 100 stories on here using the same plot with different twists. But I thought what if Harry was Hades and Alex was Persephone (they will keep their nicknames). And… what if there was an actual love story between Hades and Persephone that we didn't see because the story said Hades kidnapped Persephone and married her despite her love for Adonis.
NO BASH on Greek Mythology! If anything, I am a fan of it ever since, well forever! And for anyone who asks, Athena is my favorite Olympian. There! I said it!
I just got this weird idea that became even bigger and bigger and I was like, "If I do not write an altered story of Hades and Persephone with Alex Russo and Harry Potter as the lead characters, I will explode."
So, enjoy?
-x-
"Hm…" Theresa held one fabric against Alex Russo.
"No, I like blue," Mitchie smirked, "It fits a tomboy like her."
"Or green? What about that? The color of nature! At least, that is where this girl rolls around all day!" Taylor rolls her eyes.
"My daughter must look like a lady! Pink it is!" Theresa boomed in her pompous voice.
Alex flinched, covering her ears. Of course, out of all the creamy colors of silk fabrics in this world, Demeter had to choose pink. And not a soft pastel pink. BRIGHT PINK. The ones that sting your eyes from its ugliness.
"Out of all the colors…" Alex sighed.
"Why do you care?" Harper shrugged, "Your fiancé is a total prince charming. In his attire, which shows off his cleavage, I am pretty sure you will swoon over him like the other mortal girls do."
"Have I even heard his name before? I was engaged?" Alex's eyes bugged out of her skull.
"Oh god! I wasn't supposed to tell you that… hehe oops…" Harper giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Please do tell me, what is his name?" Alex's eyes became pleading.
"Mason Greyback… I am sorry Alex…" Harper grew sad for her best friend and mistress. Out of all the people, no one understood Alex enough to know that she loathed the boastful boy with a passion.
"Day in and day out, mother, Mitchie, and Taylor all tell me how anyone will be lucky enough to marry me," Alex's eyes filled with tears, "But was she that desperate to sell me off to the man I hate the most?"
"I feel sometimes that she doesn't deserve a kind daughter like you, Alex," Harper sighed, "I don't know why she can't understand that you don't want to marry him. I mean, I can't go five minutes seeing his face without feeling the urge of wanting to shove a shoe up his nostrils."
Alex giggled a bit, but then her expression fell a bit.
"Hey, listen. I am pretty sure he will save you," Harper went over and took Alex's hand, "He always did when you two were little."
"He is the Lord of the Underworld now," Alex whispered, "Mother wouldn't allow me to marry Harry."
"Even when he was a prince, she hated him, Alex. I don't think there will be a magical force that can clear it all up," Harper rolled her eyes as she lounged on Alex's bed.
"I just wish he could just take me away from all of this misery," Alex whispered.
"He will. He promised you, remember?" Harper groaned.
"He could break it," Alex pointed out.
"No. Never. Not when he swears on the River of Styx," Harper said.
The two girls were silent all of a sudden. The memory of when Alex last saw Harry replayed in their minds. They were ten. And her mother wouldn't allow her to go mixing with Death's son. Alex remembered how Theresa gave them ten minutes to say goodbye. Harry swore on the Styx River that he would come back for her, and make her his Queen.
"It's getting late," Harper yawned, "I gotta go to my teeny tiny room. But call me if you need anything."
"Okay," Alex smiled.
When Harper left, Alex laid down onto her bed, staring at her boring ceiling and thinking one thing in her head.
Please hurry, Harry.
-x-
"Don't raise your dress too high!" Theresa scolded Alex as they walked the marble steps to the ballroom, "You want to look presentable to Mason!"
"Presentable as a whore," Alex muttered, rolling her eyes.
"What was that?" Theresa swirled around in a split second, scaring the wits out of Alex.
"N-Nothing," Alex stuttered.
"You young lady listen here," Theresa growled, "You better make a good impression. This isn't about happiness, and I certainly don't care about yours. This is all about wealth and status. You would think that such foolish stuff were what only mortals worry about but it is a part of the society of the immortals. And the world doesn't revolve around your foolish fantasies. Love doesn't exist. Love is a petty imaginary emotion that doesn't gain you anything, and if anything, it takes away what you cherish the most. If you make one wrong move, you will get such a punishment, that you will lose your voice forever."
Alex shrunk back in fear from the monster she considered her own mother. The kind, caring yet strict mother who would fuss over her and scold her sometimes but always end the day with warm kisses and hugs.
But when she stared at those unfeeling muddy eyes, she couldn't see her mother's warm, chocolate eyes within the depths of this monster's stony stare. Theresa wasn't even a goddess, in emotionally speaking. What would Venus have to say about this?
Alex let her dress fall to her ankles and she silently bowed her head as she walked alongside her mother into the ballroom.
Hearing some loud, boastful chatter, Alex lifted her eyes. She set them on her childhood bully, Mason Greyback. Attitude and appetite of a wolf, he had the pride the size of Russia.
"Go and socialize with him," Theresa shoved her forward.
Alex rolled her eyes and went to the refreshment stands, not wanting to butt in Mason's conversation about 'hot babes'. She would rather him talk on and on about his perverted talk with his perverted friends, but sadly, that wasn't going to happen in this case.
"Why hello, looking all sexy and hot," Mason smirked, pouring himself some wine.
"Mason, you know you have a bad tolerance for wine," Alex sighed as her fiancé downed a whole cup of alcohol.
"You don't have to tell me to do anything," Mason snapped.
From afar, Theresa glared at her own daughter for the lack of progress. Alex rolled her eyes and looked back at her fiancé, who had caught onto her whole eye communication.
"So your mom forced you to talk to me?" Mason asked with a low, dry laugh.
"Yeah," Alex nodded. Maybe he changed.
"So you only want me for my wealth and money? That's why you agreed to marry me?" Mason's voice was starting to rise by a couple of octets. People in the room were starting to watch the couple.
"Mason, please…" Alex pleaded.
"No! Let them see for who you really are, a gold-digging bitch! I don't think I want to marry someone like you!" Mason yelled.
Alex's eyes filled with tears. Even if she didn't really love Mason, those words did hurt to hear.
"That's right, cry those crocodile tears!" Mason taunted.
Theresa rushed over to the pair, and pleaded with Mason, "Mason, please, I am pretty sure Alexandra didn't mean anything what she said. Please give her another chance to make it up-"
"When my mind is set up, it is final. I am sorry, but I reject her," Mason firmly said.
A girl came up and clung onto Mason's arm like a vice. She started squealing like a fan-girl about how she will never leave him in a thousand full moons.
Theresa grabbed Alex's arm and stormed out of the ballroom.
"You are a complete disgrace. I can't believe I ever gave birth to you," Theresa snapped at Alex.
-x-
Mitchie and Taylor weren't much consolation to Alex, as expected. Along with her mother, they laughed and threw cruel jokes at Alex about her failed love life and why her father left her, as they believed that he left because Theresa gave birth to such a weak girl.
Mason chose Taylor as his bride and Theresa pretended that Taylor was the elder daughter and of royalty. But in her room, Alex cried and cried and cried with only Harper to console her.
"I didn't even say anything!" Alex exclaimed, as she and Taylor were switching rooms; Taylor was getting the bigger room and Alex was moving into Taylor's old tiny room that she shared with Harper. Mitchie had her own room because sometimes her boyfriend Shane came over and you don't want to know what happens when you let those be in the same room.
"I believe you Alex," Harper sighed, as she helped re-arrange the bed to Alex's liking, "I never liked him anyways."
Alex sniffled as they unpacked whatever meager belongings Alex now owned. Most of her jewelry and expensive dresses and accessories went to Taylor, as she is now the 'daughter', when in reality the immortal daughter is being enslaved.
"What happened?" Harper asked.
"GO TO SLEEP!" Theresa bellowed in the hallway that led to their tiny chambers.
Harper and Alex climbed into their beds and screwed their eyes shut, pretending to sleep when Theresa opened the door to inspect.
When she slammed the door closed, Harper turned on her side, facing Alex.
"Now explain to me."
Alex took a deep breath and told the story. How Theresa burst out at Alex when she talked back to her about holding her dress too high to being pushed to talk to Mason. She told about the eye communication she and her mother had and Mason misinterpreted it as Alex wanting to marry him for his money when in reality it was Theresa's plan. She then told about how Mason rejected her and how Theresa pulled her by the ear all the way home, screaming insults in her ear.
"Oh god, that's terrible…" Harper drew a crying Alex into a hug.
"And now that he chose Taylor, she took my place," Alex cried.
"Isn't that better? You can go try to find Harry," Harper tried to console Alex.
"I thought I told you I hate Harry Styles," Alex glared.
"Oh god, you actually thought we were talking about 1D the whole time? You know who I meant," Harper rolled her eyes.
"I was trying to lighten the mood," Alex looked down.
"Hey, look at me," Harper softly said, causing Alex to look up.
"What?"
"You should escape," Harper said.
"Are you crazy? Mom will hunt me down, as much as I would like to!" Alex whispered harshly.
"I don't think she will care now that she threw you to the side, as harsh as that sounds," Harper said, "I bet he misses you."
"What if he found someone else?" Alex whispered.
Harper stared at Alex. Then put a finger to her lips. She climbed down from her bed and opened her drawer, finding exactly what she wanted. Closing her fingers around it, she closed the drawer.
Harper climbed her bed and said, "Open your hand."
Alex did so and Harper placed something in the middle and closed her fingers around it.
Alex opened her fingers to find a gold vial. But of what? How would this tiny vial help her escape her pain except…
"Poison. If you want your one-way ticket to the Underworld, you can down this vial. Your mom may have never told you this, but even immortals can die, just like mortals," Harper explained.
"But mom told me immortals wouldn't and couldn't die until the end of time, that nothing can kill us," Alex argued.
"Your mom was too prideful. She thinks mortals live no longer than ants," Harper rolled her eyes, "But immortals can die if someone or something causes it."
Alex took the vial, gulped, and nodded, knotting it into her ragged garments.
"Go," Harper whispered, tears dripping down her cheeks, "And Alex remember, if this is the last time I will see you, just know that being your best friend has been the best decision I have ever made in my life. I will never forget you."
Alex took the rope from under her bed. She used to use the rope as her key to escape her room when her mom was being… way to bossy and snoopy sometimes that she needed a breath of fresh air.
"I will never forget you too," Alex hugged her best friend tight and she threw the rope over the windowsill and tied the loop around a large nail that was hammered to the windowsill, as an anchor. Harper held onto the end of the rope and watched her best friend climb slowly the rope.
When Alex reached the bottom of the rope, she looked at her best friend, and kissed the tips of her fingers of the left hand and held it out towards Harper. (Like how Selena Gomez blows kisses on the red carpet.)
Harper tearfully returned it and Alex motioned Harper to hide the rope. When Harper did so, Alex turned around and ran, not looking back.
-x-
Alex ran and ran until her lungs were on fire. Suddenly all the courage Harper built up in her just vanished like a puff of smoke.
Walking up to a large river, Alex sat at the bank and thought about their promise.
[Flashback]
"Mom said we can't meet up anymore," Alex said, tears dripping down her face.
Ten year old Harry Potter looked down. But then lifted his face in determination. He took both of Alex's hands in his.
"I swear. I swear on the Styx River that I WILL come back for you. I will come back for you and make you my Queen."
"But won't you fall in love with another girl while we are separated?" Alex asked.
"Don't you trust me?" Harry asked.
"Yes, but-"
"But what?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Promises can sometimes be broken," Alex, sighed, looking at the grass, which suddenly became more interesting than looking at Harry's face.
Harry sighed and placed his hands on either side of Alex's face, gently tilting it up. When Alex looked at him straight in the eyes, he shook his head.
"Any promise can be broken, but when you promise on the Styx River, it must be kept," Harry solemnly said.
"Why would you make such a strong promise?" Alex asked.
Harry softly smiled, stroking Alex's hair, "Because you are the only one I want to be my Queen."
"Time's up!" Theresa yelled obnoxiously, viciously grabbing onto Alex's right forearm, "Take a good look. You will never see her again."
"That is what you think," Harry said, scowling at Theresa's nasty frown.
Then with a snap of his fingers, Harry disappeared. And that was the last time Alex saw him.
[End of flashback]
Alex was waiting for him. But why wasn't he going to capture her? Especially when she is waiting in the open, unarmed?
Maybe he found someone. Maybe he didn't want to come back for her. Even if he made a promise on the Styx River, he probably has his own Queen.
Alex was about to untie the vial of poison from her garments and down the liquid when she decided to save it for later. If there was no other option to die, she would suck in her guts and down the bitter poison. But there has to be another way to die peacefully. Even if that meant she would end up in the realm where he ruled.
The sound of raging water caught Alex's attention. Of course! She could drown herself. Not the most peaceful river, but it would have to do. But before stepping into the river, she tied the vial securely to her ragged clothing, making such a knot that no force on Earth could undo it. It would take an immortal's strength and skill to untie the knot.
Stepping into the water, Alex laid herself into the river, letting her body sink to the ground. Her lungs immediately started to protest for oxygen but she refused to surface to the top.
If you are Hamlet, then let me be your Ophelia.
Right before Alex blacked out from lack of oxygen, the ground next to the river cracked open, and a chariot with charcoal black horses appeared.
The person dived into the river and wrapped his or her arms around Alex's waist and lifted her out of the river. Hauling her in his arms bridal-style, Alex could only recognize that her rescuer was indeed a male, but nothing else.
The dots in Alex's vision became bigger and bigger until she finally became limp in his arms.
Taking off his mask, Harry dove back into the crack, sealing the crack after his chariot passed through. He looked at the unconscious girl in his arms. It pained him that she was so lost that she would turn to suicide to relieve her pain. Even though he made a promise to her. But enough of that. Her pain would be over. He came back for her.
"Welcome home, my love," Harry smiled, before kissing Alex's cold lips.
-x-
So that's the first chapter! This will be a short story, not one of my longest ones which are about 20+ chapters, but around 7-8 ish, who knows? I will see about making a story about Alex and Harry at Hogwarts "A Love Story of Two Prophecies", but I dunno. The idea is too over-used and redundant.
Read the one-shot prologue on my page and tell me what you think. Would you like more stories as original as this one or would you like the whole, "Alex comes to Hogwarts with her brothers and falls in love with Harry Potter?" plot.
Love you lots! Sorry for the late updates. My mom is being such a pain in the butt with her stupid stereotypes and annoying, "Why can't you be more like her?" nags. I can't wait to go to college and leave the house and make her realize that instead of nagging all the time, she should've cherished the moments we had together before I went to college.
Oh well. Story of my life. Thanks 1D for making a song about it. :P
Love,
Infinite Snow (AKA Rucha)