HERE WE GO! This is the rewrite of my beloved-yet-grammarless story Here Comes the Thunder called Thunder Claps and Lightning. I'm going to try to keep the dialogue the same, but I can't actually remember where I was going with HCtT, so TCaL is going to head in a different direction I think. For those of you new to HCtT, TCaL or just me in general, I'll put the original full summary from HCtT below;

Amara Potter has secrets, some that she keeps even from her best friends. Shes dyslexic, has ADHD, is able to read and speak Ancient Greek, and loves to read about the greek gods. The last thing she expects to happen on a trip to America with the Dursleys, was to be attacked by a Manticore. With new friends, new secrets, new powers, will she be able to save someone who really matters to her – or die trying?

The shame…The shame…

Yes, that was the summary for HCtT, word for word, misplaced coma for misplaced coma. Let the humility commence.

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, here's the summary for TCaL;

Amara had always differed from the norm; even before she found out she was a witch. Adding a Manticore into the mix doesn't make that much of a difference, right? Wrong. With new friends, new powers and new enemies, Amara Potter has got a lot on her plate. Even…death?

I hope that this is better. I really do.

For those of you who didn't read Chapter 5 or 4 of HCtT, here are the pairings for the story: Jason/Clarisse, Leo/Piper, Amara/Nico.

I don't think I'll actually give Amara much interaction with Jason, Leo, and Piper. Clarisse and Annabeth maybe.

Disclaimer: I, AngelicMoon1212, regular teen girl of America, does not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series or the Harry Potter series in any way or sort.

I have not read House of Hades. Keep in mind. THIS IS AU.

Chapter 1

The Gryffindor Common Room was unusually quiet, but that was to be expected in the last few weeks of school. Exams were nearing and nearly everyone was studying. Out of all the book clad students, one fourteen year old sat upside down on a couch, continuously catching and setting free a gleaming Snitch. You could think she was a Weasley, with how bright her crimson ponytail was, but the lightning bolt scar on her forehead and baby blue eyes behind circular glasses (said to look exactly like her Grandmother Dorea Potter nee Black's) would tell a different story.

Amara Potter was bored, a bad thing for the Girl Who Lived.

I'm glad I don't have to take the Exams because of the Tournament…, She thought to herself with a frustrated noise, But really, there's nothing to do!

Silence did not bode well with her and caused her to start thinking about the upcoming Third and Final Task. The maze that had been seen growing was a scary thought, and if she knew Hagrid, the creatures that were to be in it were going to be deadly. She wasn't especially worried about the other Champions – they were all adults, and honestly, she wasn't close with them as some may think – but she herself… Luck had been all that kept her safe the past two Tasks.

It was times like these that she really needed to fly, but the pitch was closed. There wasn't anything else to do on the grounds…

That's it! Amara thought with a growing grin, trying to sit up but only accomplished falling off the couch with a loud thump. Hermione shushed her from the next seat over, and Ron looked up from his Potions text. The gangly redhead had only gotten a page in after an hour and was obviously desperate to do anything but study.

"What are you thinking, Ara?" Ron whispered, shrinking away from Hermione's glare.

"Want to go flying?" Amara asked, cheeks red with excitement at the thought of being in the air.

"The pitch is closed, though."

"Not the rest of the grounds, though!" Amara said so quietly as if she was sharing her darkest secret.

Ron reeled at the realization, "Your right! Give me a mo' and I'll get George's broom!"

The Weasley dropped the Potions text with a clatter, not even realizing that he had become the sole source of irritation of the Common Room by then. His loud, booming footsteps didn't help either. Amara rolled her eyes and took out the shrunken broom from her pocket, and tapped her wand on it. Hermione glanced at her worriedly at that.

"Are you that stressed?" The brunet whispered.

Amara shrugged uneasily, "Things are tense, Hermione. Flying keeps me sane, you know that."

"I just wish we could help more-"

"Hermione Granger, don't you even dare think you haven't been a help!" Amara snapped at her quietly, "What would have happened if you didn't help me learn the Summoning Charm? I'd be digesting in a Dragon's stomach! And don't even get me started on the Second Task!"

Water and Amara did not mix well, and it had taken her three days to go even near the Black Lake after she found out. The mere word 'Grindylow' gave her shivers now.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Ron decided that it was his moment to shine and burst back into the Common Room, George's Cleansweep 7 on his shoulder and banging into walls every which way. Now that she looked closer, Amara realized that Ron had not grabbed George's broom but Fred's broom; Fred had chipped a bit of the handle off during last year's final practice.

"Come on, Amara! The wind doesn't wait forever!"

Amara laughed, ignoring the glares of many students, and stood up from the floor, Firebolt in hand and called back loudly, "Talk to you later, 'Mione!"

/././

As you can see, if you read HCtT, TCaL didn't change all that much. Other than the fact that this is much shorter than the first chapter of HCtT. I'm splitting it into three parts for that, sorry, but I wanted to get this up for everyone first. I hope you like it!

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