Disclaimer - I do NOT own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter all I own is my OC, Echo Wilde and some of the plot. Anything you recognise is J.K. Rowling's and Rick Riordan's work.

Thanks Epicus Lupus!


Echo's POV

The room went dark and cold before a girl stood in the corner of the room in the shadows. She had long purple hair and black eyes, which turned lighter as she stepped out of the darkness, her skin was pale white. The girl was wearing fully black, a black leather jacket, a dark skull top, black boots and black jeans.

The room went darker for a second as a fluttering of wings was heard and a Raven flew out of the shadows and landed on her shoulder. It wasn't a normal raven. It had silver eyes and black feathers but it sent off an aura of death and darkness.

"You arrived safely then," A man asked as he turned round to face the girl, he had white hair and a long white beard.

"A safe as I can be," The girl said coldly, the man merely laughed at her attitude causing the shadows to darken.

"Take a seat Miss Wilde, we have a some things to talk about," The man said gesturing to an empty seat on the opposite side of his desk.

Slowly she took a step forward, but noticed the shadows following her enclosing her. She growled in frustration and flicked her hand back into the shadows causing them to retreat out of fear.

As she took her seat the crow landed on the arm of the chair and started to peck at her leather jacket.

"Sephtis, stop!" She ordered the raven which glared at her but retreated all the same.

"Sephtis, what an unusual name, it means eternal death, if I am right," The man exclaimed stroking his beard.

"It's not an unusual name for me," The girl said bluntly, not liking the fact of being here.

"Yes, I suppose not. Now I am sure you know the two reasons you are here," He asked, the girl opposite him nodded, "Good, one is to control your Blessing from Mother Hecate and the other to protect the-boy-who-lived from the one who cheated death."

"Father, told me about him, it gave my dad a lot of paperwork dealing with Tom Riddle, Professor." She sighed, subconsciously stroking Sephtis.

"Yes, your cousin has caused a lot of trouble. Now you will be aloud to take Sephtis to lessons but he must be kept under control. Just to check you have your wand…" The Professor checked.

She nodded and pulled a midnight black wand out of her pocket, it was 12 inches long with a hair of Cerberus and a fury. The wood came straight from the fields of asphodel. It was unusual for a wand to have more than one core but this girl was definitely unusual.

"Lou Ellen, made it for me," Lou Ellen was a Child of Hecate and made the wand especially for the girl to wield.

The Professor nodded examining the wand closely, many others would question the powers of this wand and how it so easily fitted it's owner, better than some of the greatest wand users. And that was because it was made only for her and she knew it.

"Who knows who I am?" The girl questioned coldly.

"Only me and Professor McGonagall," The Professor replied. The girl nodded slowly taking everything in.

"Good," she said simply, for the first time her voice not sounding as cold.

"You will be sorted like the other pupils but be careful what you let the sorting hat see as it will depend on whether or not you control your Blessing. One other thing is as you are a Child of Death, it makes you a very powerful demigod. This means that your powers are difficult to control when emotions take hold, so you cannot let anyone see them, you may go to the sorting," The Professor announced.

The girl nodded and stood up her cold eyes turning dark again and the shadows seemed to be inching closer. Sephtis flew onto her shoulder and they turned around to leave. She had reached the stairs when the Professor called out,

"Miss Echo Wilde, I believe you will not be able to hide your secret forever, so I would… how do you say it… Play your cards carefully." The girl Echo turned round to look at him.

"I'll try, Professor Dumbledore, but I can't make any promises. Mortals are always first to judge," Echo scowled again. Dumbledore chuckled and gestured for her to leave.

Echo gave Dumbledore one last nod and left. But she didn't leave via the stairs she stepped into the shadows and thought of where she wanted to be as hard as possible.

She closed her eyes and imagined a staircase leading up to where McGonagall would be. She imagined stepping out of the shadows to come up there. And that's what happened, she stepped out of the shadows just in front of the pack of first years.

Echo shrunk back so they didn't see her and then joined them near to the front. They made their way up the staircase towards McGonagall dressed in green robes. Her gaze was strict but softened slightly when she saw Echo.

Behind her, Echo, could here muttering and could sense people staring at her. She knew why. It was because she was different, her clothes and hair stood out in between the blonde, brown, black and ginger haired kids and her clothes were different to the Wizarding robes they all wore. Not to mention Sephtis was sitting on her shoulder glaring at any first years that dared to take a glimpse at them.

The first years all stopped at the top of the stairs and looked towards McGonagall who was standing in front of them tapping her hand on the railings.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. In a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." Professor McGonagall explains.

There is small yelp as a boy jumps forward and picks up his toad, sitting on the ground next to McGonagall.

"Trevor!" He yells, McGonagall gives him a look and he backs away, "Sorry," he mutters as he joins the crowd again.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily," McGonagall said stiffly as she turned round and left them.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train," A blonde, pale boy speaks up, leaning against the railing, "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Echo heard lots of whispering and muttering around the name. She rolled her eyes looking at the person who was speaking. She slipped her hand into her pocket fumbling for her keyring, it was a Bident, a two pronged weapon, but it wasn't any normal weapon. The Bident could grow into a full sized weapon which could also be turned into a sword by will. But Echo had to say she preferred fighting with her weapon in Bident form.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," The boy carries on gesturing to two thugs either side of him, "And I'm Malfoy… Draco Malfoy," He says as he held out his hand to the boy who must have been Harry Potter. The Harry Potter, Echo was trying to protect. The ginger haired kid, Ronald Weasley, next to Harry snickered slightly.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Dont want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco smirked.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." Potter said brushing Malfoy's hand away.

"What makes you think your family is better than others, Malfoy?" Echo asked coldly, as Sephtis snapped at him. Malfoy looked her up and down, taking in her clothes, hair and Sephtis, her raven…

"My father is high up in the ministry, and he's very powerful and-" Malfoy started, looking at Echo in disgust.

"How do you know my Dad isn't more powerful and higher up?" Echo smirked, her American accent very noticable.

Malfoy glared at her and opened his mouth to respond but McGonagall returned and smacked him on the shoulder, lightly, with a piece of parchment. He looked at her and then back at Echo before retreating.

"We're ready for you now." McGonagall announced.

She lead the first years through two large doors and into the great doors. There were four long tables with lots of kids sitting at them and then there was one main table at the end where the Professors were seated. Above them there were floating candles and the roof was twinkling like the dark sky outside.

"It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." The girl, Hermione Granger, boasted slightly. Echo rolled her eyes wondering whether she was some kind of Legacy of Athena or Minerva.

"All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbldedore would like to say a few words." McGonagall ordered, as Professor Dumbledore stood up at the main table.

"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch," Dumbledore said gesturing to an old man at the back with a cat that had red eyes, "has asked me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." Dumbledore sat down as the room applaused.

McGonagall went up the steps and stood next to a raggedy old hat on a small brown stall. All eyes in the hall were on her.

"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Granger, Hermione." McGonagall called.

"Oh, no. Okay, relax," Granger muttered to herself as she slowly walked towards the hat.

"Mental that one, I'm telling you." Weasley whispered to Potter, who nodded in agreement. Echo couldn't help but agree with them.

After a few seconds the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" The far left table exploded with cheers as Hermione jumped off with a smile. Echo could hear Weasley groaning.

"Malfoy, Draco," McGonagall called. Malfoy sauntered up proudly, the tattered hat barely touched his head before it shouted,

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat called, probably glad to be rid off him.

"Bones, Susan"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Abbot, Hannah,"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Bones, Susan,"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavendar,"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Bulstrode, Millicent,"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Longbottom, Neville,"

'GRYFFINDOR!"

"Weasley, Ronald," McGonagall shouted, Weasley gulped and slowly walked up and sat down on the stool.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted and Weasley sighed in relief. There were a few more names, like 'Nott', 'Parkinson' and 'Patil' before,

"Potter, Harry," McGonagall yelled. Everyone went silent for a second before there was lots of whispering in the crowd. Potter walked up and sat down. He must have been there for a few seconds before it yelled,

"GRYFFINDOR!" There was lots of cheering from the Gryffindor table and Potter headed over there. Two twins, Echo guessed they were Weasleys because of their ginger hair, were shouting: We got Potter! We got Potter!.

"Wilde, Echo!" McGonagall said, smiling to herself slightly, at the fact she had finally made her way to Hogwarts. The room fell silent as they watched Echo.

Echo walked towards the sorting hat, her purple hair flowing behind her. Anyone who looked closely enough, through the mist, would see that the shadows were reaching towards her for attention, yet again they retreated at a flick of Echo's hand. Sephtis flew off her shoulder to sit on one of the rafters of the ceiling.

"She's a Slytherin that one!" Ron muttered to Harry at the Gryffindor table. Echo heard and clenched her fist scowling. As she turned to sit on the stool she directed a glare straight at him. The hat was put on and everything went dark. There was silence until a little voice spoke in her ear.

Ah a Child of the Underworld I see… with the Blessing of Mother Hecate.

'Can you stop with the whole reading of the mind thing please?' Echo thought annoyed already.

It is not just your mind it is your soul, little demigod. Mother Hecate would be proud with you if you can control your blessing. Yet you are here at Hogwarts you use magic with your mind as well as your wand, wandless magic is a lot more dangerous and powerful.'

'Well I wish it was a blessing more like an out-of-control curse,' Echo though again, 'Can you just decide which house I seem to have been waiting for Hades knows long.'

Of course, without the founders and Mother Hecate I would be just an old hat and you plain old muggles. This curse you speak of you will soon learn why you have been chosen.

Lets move on, your mind is quite intriguing, I am surprised you are not a Legacy of Lady Athena. You have intelligence and logic but also lots of loyalty to friends but to enemies you have a sense of darkness and cunning. Not where to put you…

I think we must rule out Hufflepuff, your personality is to wild and Ravenclaw may do you well but the darkness in your soul would lead to a dangerous mix. Now only two left.

'Do you take this long for everyone?,' Echo asked.

Not everyone but you are not like them a Demigod with the blessing of Hecate, I haven't seen one for centuries. I am sure she will soon make you her Champion, as an old hat I would be surprised if she didn't.

'Hang on! Champion, I was never told about this being part of the deal,' she interrupted.

There was never a deal, Princess of Darkness-

'And where did that title come from?,' she questioned.

From your future where you will play a part in the wars to come. Slytherin would bring you greatness and show you that light can be brought to the dark but you would still be an outcast for who you are.

Gryffindor is where you would shine, you would make friends and allies and complete your mission. Not to mention being needed for quests and prophecies.

Echo rolled her eyes, she would never be needed like that, a few seconds later the hat screamed,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The far left table started cheering but it was more of a half-hearted cheer, two other tables clapped and the other end one was silent, either in annoyance or happiness. Echo guessed the first one.

Harry's POV

"Wilde, Echo," Harry took a glimpse at the girl. She had long purple hair and dark cold eyes, she wasn't wearing the usual robes instead, she wore fully black and she looked slightly gothic. There eyes met and she glared at him.

On her shoulder was a black bird, a Raven, it had sparkling gold eyes and it's tail feathers were silver, making the bird look very peculiar. As she approached the stool, the raven flew off her shoulder and settled itself in the rafters watching everyone with it's golden eyes.

As Harry looked around the hall he saw everyone watching he, silently, he saw Malfoy looking over at her with particular interest.

"She's a Slytherin that one!" Ron muttered to him. He nodded, but only really half agreed, when she had glared at him he saw something else in her eyes, sadness, loss and loneliness.

Before Echo perched on the stool and the hat was put on her head, she set one glare over at Ron as if she heard. She was there for a few minutes and no one in the hall dared to speak before the hat shouted,

"GRYFFINDOR!" The table Harry was at exploded into cheers but he could sense it was half-hearted. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables clapped but the Slytherin table were silent and Malfoy seemed slightly annoyed she wasn't placed in Slytherin.

She walked over to our table, and held out her hand, slightly. The Raven flew down and landed on her outstretched arm, it hopped onto her shoulder and she sat on the table opposite Harry.

"What's with the raven?" Ron questioned, Echo glared at him and stiffened slightly.

"He's my pet," She said coldly, the raven nipped her as she said 'pet', Echo glared at the raven pointedly as if it could understand her, "His name's Sephtis," Ron nodded looking at the raven in awe.

"That means eternal death doesn't it?" A voice piped up beside Echo, Echo turned to see Hermione there.

"Yeah," Echo said bluntly turning away from Hermione as Dumbledore stood up.

""Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

He sat down and everyone clapped and cheered. Harry wasn't sure if he should laugh or not. Food appeared all along the table on the plates, lots of different types of food which all smelled delicious and tasted better.

"Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked after he looked at the man and his scar started to hurt.

"Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house." Percy shrugged helping himself to some food.

"What's he teach?" Harry asked still confused at why his scar hurt, when they both looked at each other.

"Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrells job for years." Percy said loading potatoes onto his plate.

"I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out." A boy Harry found out was called Seamus said. Neville and a few others laughed.

"What about you Echo?" Harry asked trying to be kind. He noticed that Echo wasn't really eating anything, just stroking her Raven: Sephtis.

"None of your business!" She scowled at him. Harry and Ron exchanged looks but Echo ignored them both.

Ron reached out to get some more food when a ghostly head pops out.

"Aaah!" He shouted, quickly pulling back. Harry saw that Echo gripped the table and glared at the ghost.

"Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?" Percy asked the ghost as if it was an everyday thing.

"Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied." The ghost said turning away from Percy to leave.

"Hey, I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick!" Ron called out to the ghost. Nearly Headless Nick turned round to face Ron annoyed.

"I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind." Nearly Headless Nick grumbled. Hermione raised an eyebrow looking at the ghost.

"Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?" She asked in a rather annoying voice.

"Like this." Nearly Headless Nick said rolling his eyes. He reached up and grabbed his head pulling it to the side. Instead of it falling off, it stayed hanging by just a thread. Lots of the Gryffindor made noises looking at the seen. The ghost looked round at them his eyes finally falling on Echo, his face went even paler and his eyes widened.

"My Lady, what… what… is a half-blood like… like you doing here?" Nearly Headless Nick stuttered. Echo scowled and Sephtis glared at him.

"That is none of your business," Echo replied her voice cold and dark, she lowered her voice slightly, "You shouldn't be here, people are still waiting for you in Elysium and you wasting there time by staying here!"

"Sorry… my… my Lady-" The ghost started.

"And don't call me that! I won't tell my father you are here as long as you and all the rest of the ghosts ignore me!" Echo hissed, Nearly Headless Nick bowed, nervously, and headed off to the other ghosts.

"What was that about?" Harry asked Echo, once Nearly Headless Nick had gone away.

"Oh he just… used to work for the family," Echo said not as coldly as before, stroking Sephtis as she spoke.

"So you're a half-blood?" Ron pushed, like Harry he wanted to know more about this girl that he didn't see on the train. Echo was silent for a few seconds as if deciding whether or not to tell them.

"Yeah, I am," Echo shrugged, Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Echo cut him off with a glare. It seemed she'd had enough questions asked. Soon after the desserts had disappeared but Echo still hadn't eaten anything. Dumbledore stood up to give out a few more announcements.

"A few more quick notices, Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death." Dumbledore finished. Harry laughed and Echo gave him a cold look which stopped him immediately.

"He's not serious?" he muttered to Percy after Echo had turned away from him.

"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere, the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed. Dumbledore flicked his wand and a golden string formed words high above the tables.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.

Everyone finished at different times, but Harry took a note that Echo didn't even bother singing as if she had a better place to be.

Dumbledore told them to head to bed, and the Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the crowds out of the great hall. They went past moving portraits, hidden doorways and up staircases.

Every time Percy said something about how to get to the common room, Echo would scowl and glare at him as if she knew a faster way to get there.

They climbed the stairs and Percy was attacked by lots of flying objects, most of them missed him.

Peeves," Percy whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice, "Peeves! Show yourself!"

There was a loud rude sound and cackling from all directions, as if he was flying around them. Everyone was spinning in different directions trying to see him but only Echo seemed to be able to pinpoint him.

"Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?" Percy asked, loudly.

There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, and started to float towards them, he was clutching lots of random objects.

"Oooooooh!" he cackled. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!" He swooped down at them and everyone ducked apart from Echo, who had a smirk on her face.

Peeves span round to look at Echo, he dropped the objects and stood to attention.

"Sorry, my Lady, didn't see you there, please forgive, me, ickle Peevsie, Peevsie meant no harm to the Firsties…"

"Do that again…" A bigger smirk appeared on her face, "… to any Gryffindors, and you'll be in the fields before you know it,"

"Nooo! I can't go back there! Please, your highness, don't send me to the fields!" Peeves whined. Echo glared at him ignoring all the weird stares she was getting from people.

"Leave and I won't have to!" She ordered.

"Yes! Peevsie will be out of your sight! Ickle Peevsie isn't ready to see your Father just yet," He said before he rushed off down the corridor.

Echo started getting harassed by questions but she ignored them.

"Don't we have a common room to be heading too?"

Harry was slightly nervous at how all the ghosts seemed to listen to her and how she seemed very dark and cold. It was like that Dark Magic Ron had talked about.

Draco's POV

Draco was ignoring most of what his classmates were talking about on the Slytherin table. He was more interested in that girl, what was it Echo… Wild or Wilde… something like that. It annoyed him how she had to embarrass him earlier but Draco couldn't understand why she was put in Gryffindor.

Everyone could tell she had some kind of darkness about her but it confused him the way she held herself, as if she was different, better than everyone but not in a boastful way as in the fact she actually was and believed it. The pesky raven just added to it all, you were meant to have owls and she had a black raven?

"Draco! Draco did you listen to anything I just said?" Pansy moaned bringing Draco back into the conversation.

"No, he wasn't. He was looking over at Wilde, checking her out are we?" Zabini smirked, Draco turned and glared at him, but his smirk just became more noticeable.

"No! I was just wondering how a girl like her was put into Gryffindor!" Draco argued but Zabini just laughed.

"She looks like a Slytherin, but I've never heard of her before probably a filthy Mudblood!" Pansy spat looking over at Wilde in disgust. Wilde seemed to be glaring at Potter annoyed at him in someway, Draco found that easy to believe Potter annoyed lots of people. (Well him.)

"I don't think so Pansy, she seems to think she's better than everyone and I've never seen a muggle born like that. And do you remember that comment she made to Draco on the stairs?" A girl spoke up, Daphne Greengrass, if Draco remembered correctly.

"I know the nerve to question your family like that Draco!" Pansy said outraged. Draco knew that Pansy defiantly didn't like that girl and Echo Wilde probably wouldn't like her.

There were a few gasps and ghosts leapt from the walls and tables as if playing a giant game of peek-a-boo. One ghost came from behind Pansy, he was covered in blood and had chains round him.

"You're the Bloody Baron!" Draco exclaimed as the ghost turned around to face them.

"Bloody? I suppose you are a Malfoy?" Draco nodded, "Oh Good! Nice to know these old pure wizarding families are still coming to Hogwarts," With that he turned to talk to some fifth years next to the group of first years. There were a few gasps from the Gryffindor table and Draco caught a glimpse of the Gryffindor ghost, bowing to Wilde before hurrying off towards the Slytherin table. He flew over to the Bloody Baron and asked if they could talk for a second. The two off them went behind Draco near to the wall.

The other first years had already started up another conversation, and yet again Draco ignored them. He was trying to listen in to the conversation between the ghosts.

"Her highness is here then?" The Baron asked in a low voice. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Gryffindor ghost nodding nervously.

"She has promised to not inform the Dark Lord of our presence as long as us ghosts ignore her," He said hurriedly.

The Dark Lord? That couldn't mean you-know-who? Maybe Echo Wilde was a new death eater but she couldn't be Draco thought, she was only 11 after all. Draco knew if the Dark Lord was rising then his parents would know about it not to mention the rest of Slytherin house.

"- Will she keep her word, I know it is not our place to question her but are you sure she will not in form her Father?" The Blood Baron asked, the other ghost. Surely not, she couldn't be you-know-who's daughter, no way! Draco wondered.

"I think we should just hope for the best and hope that if she does Minos will go easy on us," The Gryffindor ghost replied before drifting off to the other ghosts.

"The Princess of Darkness here?" The Bloody Baron muttered as he flew slowly through a wall.

Draco wasn't sure what this meant, but he was assured to find out. The ghosts had called Wilde, her highness and the Princess of Darkness. Draco wondered whether she wasn't lying about how powerful her Father was, (Not that he would ever, ever, admit anything). The Bloody Baron also seemed scared of this Dark Lord, which couldn't be the same as Draco was thinking about, he also mentioned Father and Minos?

What a weird conversation?


AN - Thanks for reading. Anything I can improve on or anything you liked? Any questions? R&R! xx

E.L.