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Chapter 1

"Please, you know I met an Ever-Knowing soothsay in New Orleans once. When I was seven she handed me a drink with the lovely message, 'If my fate were yours I'd find a nice quiet place where no one would ever find me and blow my fucking brains all over a wall. It'd be a lot less painful and messy. Bottoms up.' And you know what that means?" I asked Mrs Weasley stopping her rant about my drinking cold, "That means I need a bigger shot glass."

"Sia Potter," she spluttered, but I ignored her in favour of filling my shot glass again and downing it. I didn't care what she said, this wasn't her house and she wasn't my mother. It didn't matter, nothing really mattered anymore. Annabeth was gone, and in hindsight Nix, the soothsayer not the Primordial Goddess, was right.

"Not now Mrs Weasley," I said softly, moving from the kitchen and sneaking into Sirius's room. He was curled up in his bed. The blankets tangled around his shirtless form. I sat myself down on the carpet and leant against the foot of the bed.

My life had been one big crap load of bad luck since the day I was born. My name is Sia Potter, and due to time travel messing with my life, thank you Granddaddy Kronos for poking holes in time that the Fates sent me to go fix, I was not fifteen as I should be, but rather almost seventeen.

My parents are Lily Potter and Poseidon, god of the sea. Later, I was blood adopted by my mother's husband James Potter. She didn't cheat on him. There was no accidently drunk one night stand after a fight or anything like that. Papa, what I imagine I would have called James if he and mum had lived, was hit with a curse that stopped him from having children. In addition to this he was also bi, and when he and mum wanted to have a baby…. Well, I think the technical term is a threesome.

On October 31st they were killed by Voldemort and I was left with my magic hating aunt and uncle. My mother's sister. At about three, they took me on vacation and then left me there at a dock while they finished cruise, in Greece. After that I raised myself, skipping around the world until I found myself in New York City at nine.

Nine was the age I discovered that I was a demigod. I went to camp and went on my first quest with… with Annabeth, and Grover. To the Underworld, to find the lightning bolt that belonged to my Uncle Zeus. I collected my first camp bead and then I left until the next summer.

After that came the Sea of Monster, looking for the Golden Fleece. That was an adventure and a half, not to mention meeting my Cyclopes half-brother Tyson. Then came Hogwarts, and all its tricks and trappings. The mountain troll, Voldemort, Fluffy, Norbert.

By the time camp rolled around again, I was just glad I hadn't gone slack in wondering where the next threat to my life was coming from and hadn't started to trust to easily. Morbid, but hey silver lining. That summer we rescued Artemis, and I held the sky. You would not believe how heavy that is. Zoe and Bianca died on the quest, and the white streak in my hair was fudged blue, green and purple to remember and to honour them. Even though Zoe would be remembered every time I looked up. A constellation in the sky.

Hogwarts was full of fun again. Giant basilisk's, almost dying, petrified friend, giant talking spiders and potions that changed you into someone else as long as you had one of their hairs. Then came the Labyrinth and the battle at camp. So many funeral pyres. Most of them for people the same age or younger than me. Damn Kronos and damn his war. After that came two years' worth of being juggled through time to fix the things that Kronos was trying to change back.

Third year there were Dementor's, to prey on my every nightmare. Looking back at my life, do you really even want to imagine what it was I was seeing? I gain a godfather, maybe even some kind of actual parental figure, because Di Immortals knows dad lost that, if he ever had it in the first place, when he made it clear that his love for me was not strictly platonic. I didn't mind, I'm not saying that I encouraged him but I didn't feel uncomfortable around him or any of them. Camp believes that Gods don't have DNA, but that's just a lie they tell themselves to make themselves feel better about dating there cousins.

That summer… my time was up. The battle of Manhattan. Minor skirmishes that lead up to me fulfilling the great prophecy after a week and a half of all out war. Trying to hold the city, and Olympus against the Titan's Kings Army. The Gods were busy fighting their own Titan, Typhoon, to help us. I didn't eat, or sleep. It was all fighting, blood and screaming. Monster and dead demigods, and sleeping mortals until I… I ended it. Slicing invocations on my inner arms and letting Kronos kill me, not just a blood sacrifice, but burning my very soul in hope of giving the Gods, all the Gods, enough power to win. Kronos retreated deep into Luke, and Luke slit my throat and then killed himself. I was dead, and then Death brought me back. I thought I would never be that scared again, I was wrong.

I went back to Hogwarts, ignoring the memories and the guilt of things I never thought I would have to live with and was placed in the Tri-Wizard tournament. Dragons, yawn. I'd fought hydras at ten. The lake? I was a child of Poseidon, I could breathe underwater. Then Voldemort rose, using Cedric's blood, not my own because I wouldn't give it up and Peter wasn't skilled enough to make me. Even though I was tied to a tombstone.

This summer however was by far the worse. Gaia was rising, so Aunt Hera in all her infinite wisdom decided to wipe the memories of myself and Jason Grace, swapping us from Camp Half-blood and Camp Jupiter. We rescued Thanatos and fought giants, before sailing in a ship that flew as well as sailed to Rome. Annabeth followed the Mark of Athena and almost fell into Tartarus but didn't. I spun her around until the webs tangled around me instead of her and when she tried to stop me from falling I made her swear on the Styx to not let go of the shelf of rock until someone came to help her up.

She did and I let go, falling into the depths of Tartarus. The hell for monsters, and I had to because she couldn't hold on for long enough for us both and someone had to close the doors. I won't speak of what happened down there, or how I survived. I couldn't even think about it yet, but I cut the chains anchoring the doors and caught a ride out. Straight into the final battle against Gaia in Greece.

We won. It isn't the apocalypse so obviously we won, but Gaia decided in all her intelligence and glory decided to shove all of her power and all of the power of Kronos into me. If she was going to lose, I was going to die to. Annabeth linked her head to mine to keep me stable and later fed me an apple. It saved me, but it killed her. That was last night. My head was still reeling and my body still ached not only from the fight but the horrible crying fit I threw when I was finally alone. Until dad found me that is, and held me until I could breathe. As fucked up as the relationships in my family were, he was there when I needed someone to take care of me for a change.

"Sia?" Sirius said in a gruff, sleep filled voice, "What are you doing in here?"

"I couldn't sleep and Mrs Weasley just kept talking," I slurred. He noticed the booze and instead of taking it away from me, placed it within reaching distance and popped me up on the bed. The world swimming violently as my feet left the solid surface.

"There we go," he said pressing a kiss to my hair, "Its ok."

"No it's not," I muttered, "I told Mrs Weasley something I probably shouldn't."

"And what was that cub?" he asked with a small chuckle. Cub, he called me cub because that's what Remus called me because of his wolf.

"The truth," I said honestly, before passing out. Deep in my back pocket was the last words that Annabeth decided to share with me, because of course she had to leave me a note.

Seaweed Brain,

When you wake up… I'll be a story in your head.

Make it a good one though, because it was you know.

It was the best.

I'm sorry that I'm being so selfish, but fuck it and fuck blood.

You're my big sister, and you aren't going anywhere.

This isn't your fault, and don't you dare feel guilty because you deserve to live and it's someone else's damn turn.

Love always,

Wise Girl. Xoxo.

Ouch… feels and much sadness. What did you think? Cookies to whoever can pick out the quote. Review….. pretty please?