Illuminated Whispers

Summary: Surrogate twin of Percy Jackson, Phoenix has always been the odd one out with her weaker powers, lack of physical strength, and lack of godly claiming. There's always been something different about her that singled her out from other demigods. Some don't believe she's Poseidon's descendant; some whisper that she may be one of Hecate's from the darker times, a Medea of the modern age.

After the Titan War, Phoenix is left traumatized by the effects of war and is mysteriously sent an invitation to attend a boarding school by the odd name of Hogwarts, and she leaps at the chance to leave her bloody past behind her. But once she arrives, she realizes that she might have stumbled onto an even dangerous world and possibly the truth to her real identity. When she receives news that her foster brother has disappeared she is split between choosing one of the two worlds.

Illuminate the dark whispers surrounding her life or going back to her false living? Fight one war behind the Chosen One or the other behind the Seven?

{Lengthy [old/2011] Author's Note} I know that Percy Jackson and Harry Potter did not even live in the same time period. Well, actually they did. But they weren't the same age. Harry Potter is older than Percy Jackson by years. But for the sake of fanfiction, here it is. Illuminated Whispers was created as a reminder of 'The Son of Neptune'.

'Illuminated Whispers' will feature Phoenix Pearl Jackson as the main character. She's not mentioned in any books and is completely original. I usually have qualms about reading about OC's (especially OFC's) because they tend to head towards the Mary Sue section, but I'll try my best to keep her from that area even though it originally started somewhere in that horrid, horrid direction. (I'm not making her the daughter of Voldemort lol for people who might have deduced that from the full summary.) Also: The updates will be [extremely, ridiculously] slow, but please bear with me. Reviews would be lovely when I get chapters up. Thanks for reading this!

Pairings: Percy/Annabeth, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Octavian/OFC, brief Luke/OFC, Draco/OFC, Leo/Calypso, Frank/Hazel, Jason/Piper

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mildly descriptive violence (possibly heavier?), canonical character death, angst, hurt/comfort, spoilers for both series, possible trigger warning

Disclaimer: All other characters belong to Rick Riordan or J.K Rowling. Snatches of the plot from the actual books also belong to them. You may see some references to those plots. This story takes place in 'The Heroes of Olympus' series and 'The Half-Blood Prince'.


Illuminated Whispers {Prelude}

Desperation flowed into my tone the way blood would soon flow from his flesh. I cried his name out so loud that I felt like my lungs were about to burst free from my chest. There were other words in that single syllable too: Don't do this! We can find a way. Please, let us help. There has to be another way. Stay with us; stay with me.

The sharp blade of the knife plunged into his soft flesh with a soft sucking noise, disappearing into his pale flesh. My knees gave way when I fell onto the ground, staring at him in horror. There was a sudden flash of brilliant light so bright and powerful—the last rays of a dying sun, and I was forced to turn away and shield my eyes in protection.

(What was there left to protect? I lost everything I didn't know I had in the same moment that I won all I ever wanted, and it was the worse combination of feelings possible. I was broken and then fixed, torn apart and then brought together, hewn away from the life I had before getting sewn onto the piece of life that always seemed like the greener side of the grassy field until I finally reached it and looked back at what I had lost on the way.)

When I opened them again, he was sprawled on the ground, red liquid sprouting freely from his wound instead of the golden ichor of the immortal gods. We were all finally free, but I was still locked up inside and waging a war against the Titan of Time himself even though his essence had scattered in tiny pieces around the world in front of me. I felt like my soul had scattered along with Kronos, and I was drifting away and falling to pieces because this couldn't just happened. He wasn't dying. He wasn't bleeding to death on the floor of Olympus, and I wasn't dying on the inside.

But we all knew that it wasn't true.

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover became a distant part of my peripheral vision, and I paid them no attention when I ran over to where he was. He was completely human now: weak, vulnerable, dying.

(I was dying too, just not as visibly.)

"Luke!" I cried again, my own voice sounding as broken as the body I now held in my arms. Warm liquid was staining my hands and making little valleys of rivulets down my arms. A vague part of me recognized that it was his blood.

His blue eyes met mine. It was no longer the strange golden that I had grown to hate, and fresh tears rolled down my cheeks in sync with his blood. His lips moved softly, but no words came out. It was just the horrible sound of a dying person trying to take in air in their failing lungs. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, letting my salty tears fall onto his pale face as I cried.

It was bittersweet with a tang of saltiness. I felt the softness of his lips moving against mine and the cold warmth growing in the pit of my stomach. I moved my lips forcefully against his like I could bring him back with a simple touch of my lips. He kissed back, and I let my lips part slightly for the (final) sweep and taste of his tongue against mine.

"Phoenix," Luke finally whispered against my lips once he pulled away. Our lips and nose were still touching, and our breaths mixed together until we were breathing each other's air, and I could feel the harshness of every breath he took. My hands were cupped around his cheeks, looking like I was attempting to pull him from the sinking depths of his death. I stared into the dimming skies of his blue eyes, and my vision clouded over with tears once more. He gave me a pained smile that tugged and tore at my heart. "Let me go."

He wasn't talking about my arms that were wrapped around him.

(I let him go.)

I let him go with tears streaming down my face and the sound of my heart beating in my ears even though it had frozen over the moment he plunged the blade in his Achilles heel.

He wasn't the only one who died that day.

(Because a part of me died along with him.)

(But the difference was that I was still here. He wasn't.)


New A/N: I edited the really horrible 2011 version of the prologue. I cringed when I realize I hadn't updated or written this in two years, and then I cringed when I looked back at my horrible writing. So I cleaned up my mess and changed the plotline. (Twin? Seriously? Talk about Mary Sue-ism. I changed it to SURROGATE twin [see what just one tiny word does] which means basically in the loosest sense means 'adoptive' to people who don't know.)

I apologize for the use of parentheses because the majority of people hate them and is just seen as sloppy style in general, but I seriously love them so much that it's become sort of a habit after two full original fiction stories of using them. It's just a matter of preference. I swear I'll stop. It'll only be in the prelude, because I only use parentheses for immensely disturbed/broken characters. I know you all must really hate my antithesis and semi-colons too. Man, I'm the epitome of 'things you should not do as a writer'. I'LL TRY TO CUT DOWN! I PROMISE!

Sorry if it's too graphic. I'm too used to writing and reading for an older audience now (cough, Supernatural [namely Destiel fics] cough), so it feels weird to revert back to the young teen audience. Please tell me if it's too graphic. I'll go back to sweeping things underneath the mat when these scenes arrive.

(And I wrote a kissing scene that is not a total fail, and I'm slightly proud of it! Oh my dolphins, finally AFTER FIVE YEARS OF BADLY WRITTEN KISSING SCENES. Wanna give me criticism on it? Please?)