I do not own Percy Jackson, or any of the characters. I do not own the Kane Chronicles, or any of the characters. I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. I only own a laptop and a cell phone. Review please! Warning: fem!Harry and live dead people.
I never understood why people did cruel things, especially those who did them on purpose. Maybe that's why I'm leading the light side, because I don't understand dark. But in the end, it never mattered. My name is Harriet Rosalie Potter, and this is the story of how I came to fight for Chaos.
I was always surrounded by those I trusted, until I wasn't, the day I was forgotten by everyone I cared about, and even those whom I didn't. Left behind for a pain-in-the-butt, a**hole, who was apparently my more attractive, smarter, younger half-brother. My name is Percy Jackson, and this is the story of how I came to fight for Chaos.
My brother was always smarter than me, better, bigger, older. We grew apart for a few years, and then he literally drives back into my life, pretending I'm still the little, annoying, British girl with a cat called Muffin. He was good at making me feel like an idiot, and humiliating me in front of every "normal" guy I liked. (Anubis doesn't count, because he's NOT normal, he's a god.) So I left, to do my own thing. Let him be pharaoh by himself. My name is Sadie Kane, and this is the story of how I came to fight for Chaos.
I don't really remember how my life got so out of hand, or why I got so angry at my dad. But it did, and I paid for it with my life, because of my inability to see I still needed him, and the other campers. I regretted most of what I did the moment I felt by body start to burn, especially what I did to the one girl who remained loyal to me. I hurt the guy who was slowly becoming my friend, and the sister I had been on the run with. My name is Luke Castellen, and this is the story of how I came to fight for Chaos.