Best of Two Worlds

Chapter 1: The Fire that Rocked Both Worlds

What if Percy and Harry had a granddaughter that they didn't know about? Meet Sam, whose parents were killed in a fire a few years before she made it to Camp Half-blood.

Harry's POV:

It was Christmas day when I got the phone call that changed everything. Ron and Hermione were over with their two adult kids and three grand children. Ginny sat on the couch complaining that Lily had ditched them. His two sons fooled around with each other with grins on their faces.

Hermione sighed, while Ron pulled her closer to him.

"We're a year old friend," Ron said to him.

Harry laughed and shook his head. Ron was right. Harry was now fifty-three years old. That may be young, but Harry felt very old compared to his kids who were in their twenties. Then the phone rang. Ron got it first and answered it.

He frowned, "I'm the brother of Ginny."

He paused and handed Harry the phone. Harry frowned and brought it to his ear.

"This is Harry Potter."

"Hello sir," the voice said, "I work in the police department in the United States. I'm sorry to say this, but your daughter passed away two nights ago at nine o'clock with her roommate, Mark Jackson. There was a terrible fire that started in the family room and suffocated them."

Harry almost dropped the phone and collapsed on the couch.

"Were there any survivors?"

"There is one, but she was not at the scene when it happened. Lilly and Mark were taking care of a young girl by the name of Samantha. Her body was not found when the firefighters got rid of the fire. I'm sorry for your lose Mr. Potter."

The person on the other line hung up. Harry felt his heart stop for a few moments. Everyone in the room gave a questioning look, but didn't say anything for a few moments.

"What's wrong dad?" James questioned.

Harry looked at Ginny who had gone pale.

"It's Lily," Harry finally said, "she was killed by a fire in the United Sates two nights ago."

Percy's POV:

Christmas Eve was when Percy and Annabeth got the call. They just tucked in the three grand children and got into bed when the phone rang. Percy groaned and answered in.

"Mr. Percy Jackson?"

"This is him," Percy answered.

"My name is Will Gives; I work with the police department in Montana. I'm sorry to tell you sir, but your son was killed last night in a fire with his roommate, Lily Potter. He passed away from smoke inhalation."

Percy gripped the phone tightly.

"Were there any survivors?"

"There is one, but she was not at the scene. She was a young girl that Mark and Lily were taking care of. There was evidence that she possible got of the fire, but like I said, she wasn't there when the firefighters got to the house."

The phone went dead while Percy trembled with the facts swimming through him. His only son was dead. Annabeth sat up next to him, and turned him to face her.

"What is the matter," Annabeth questioned.

Fear was in her eyes when she saw her husband.

"It's Mark," Percy's voice cracked, "he was killed in a fire last night in Montana."

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