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This is not going to be a one-shot. The story'll last for about 5-7 chapters. No more than ten.

Disclaimer: I neither own The Harry Potter nor The Percy Jackson series. They belong to JKR and RR, respectively.

"Who has the most beautiful and shiny hair?" Sally asked as she laid down Percy's hair brush.

"Mama!" Percy cried looking at her reflection in the mirror he was facing. Sally laughed and kissed his head. "My silly Pepe." Percy grinned at her, but his attention was diverted as the door-bell rang. "Phone?" he asked. Sally put him on the ground, "No honey. Someone's at the door."

She went into the hall room and looked through the peephole. She couldn't see anyone. She tensed and withdrew her bronze knife she always kept on her person. Gripping the door knob, she slowly unlocked the bolts and swung it open.

She still couldn't see anyone. Could monsters turn invisible? She hoped not.

There was a tug on her pants and she looked down to see Harry. Pumpkin, actually, but his real name was Harry Potter. She still called him Pumpkin, though. Harry's eyes were wide as he stared at the unusually long knife.

"What that?" Harry asked. Sally placed back behind her back. It was a very bad place to keep such a sharp blade, but since she was mortal, the blade would never touch or hurt her. She could grip the handle though.

"Nothing. Hi, Pumpkin." She picked him up and threw him into the air and he laughed. She smiled. Sally loved his dimples. He was too cute. "Pumpkin, how did you ring the doorbell?" Harry just shrugged and he brought out his hand which was behind his back since she had opened the door. Sally stared in awe.

A lovely lilac coloured flower laid in his palm. The flower was small and had five petals. The short stalk had a few tiny green leaves and the end had small roots with some mud clinging to it. There were water droplets on the leaves and roots and petals. They shone like dew drops and made the small plant look all the more lovely to look at.

"It' s beautiful, Pumpkin!"Sally gushed, taking the flower. She didn't know what type it was; she'd find that out later.

"Wow!" Percy's voice floated into the living room. "Flowa!"

"Flow-er." Sally corrected him putting Harry down. Percy frowned and then said, "Flow-errrr." He elongated the last syllable.

"Good." She ruffled his hair and went into the kitchen to search for a good container to put the flower in. She didn't have any vases, but she wanted to have it indoors.

"So what do you want to do today?" Sally asked once she found a tall glass thin vessel ( a free gift from the cruise trip, she had no idea what it was for) and put the flower in along with some water.

"Pelay." Harry suggested meekly. Sally, confused, asked, "Play?" He nodded.

Sally thought and her eyes rested on his messy hair. "Tell you what? I'll brush Pumpkin's hair while you two decide what game, alright?"

The boys nodded and Percy grabbed Harry's hand and ran into his room. Luckily, it was not up the stairs like hers and Gabe. An involuntary shudder passed through her. She was just working up enough guts to face monsters but couldn't put her…husband in his right place? Life wasn't fair at all.

Sally walked into Percy's bedroom where he was trying to brush Harry's hair. Trying.

"Hurts." Harry mumbled. Percy looked apologetic, "Sowwy ." Sally sighed. When she was young, she too couldn't pronounce syllables with 'r' in them. Kim had the same problem. Sally stared at the photo frame on the table near the bed. It was a photo taken when Percy was a few months old. He was grinning, showing off his gums to the camera while there were two women behind him, hugging. Sally and Kimberly Jackson. Her little sister.

"Mama?" Percy brought her out of her thoughts. He and Harry were staring up at her. Sally knew that she was probably looking miserable. She sat down beside them and Harry patted her knee. "Okay?" he asked. Sally forced herself to smile, "Yes, Mama's okay." She took a deep breathe and continued, "Do you know who that is, Pumpkin?" Harry shook his head.

Sally took the brush from Percy and started brushing Harry's hair. Percy went to Harry's said and laid on his stomach and stared into the mirror at his mother's reflection. Sally told Harry to face the mirror while she opened the window to let the morning light fill into the room fully. With the three of them facing the mirror and looking into each others' reflections, Sally started talking.

"I had a little sister, you know? Her name was Kimmy. She was two years younger than me. She was quiet and a little indoorsy. I was the rambunctious girl. Do you know how many boyfriends I had in high-school?" Sally chuckled. She pulled Harry's hair by the brush, starting from down to remove small tangles. "We lived with our uncle. He wasn't very nice. We didn't want to stay with him, so the moment I turned 18, we moved to the city of New York. That place is the epitome of urban development! We had family money, but my uncle was wasting it, so we saved what we could and left. We were doing alright. Every summer we went to a beach called Montauk. A beautiful place. You'd love it, Pumpkin. The owner of the cabins on the beach know us now. They always pull strings to try to get us a good cabin. We were in cabin 6 that summer, when I met him." Sally stared at Percy's reflection in the mirror. She realized that she had been combing on one side of Harry's head and shifted to the other.

"Your father, Pepe." Percy looked more attentive now. Sally pushed the bangs from Harry's forehead and combed them backwards. "He was like no other person I've met. He was just…dazzling. He was beautiful. Not hot or anything, beautiful is the word. But hot too." She added as an afterthought. Then, realizing that she was in the presence of two toddlers, she immediately continued, "Kim wasn't so sure of him, but I was in love. I didn't listen to her. Now I'm glad I didn't. That's the only time I didn't listen to her.

"He had to leave though. I hoped he'd be back. But he never came back. But he gave something as good as himself. He gave me you, Pepe." Sally placed down the brush and put an arm around Percy's shoulder bringing him into a hug. Then, she wasn't sure why, she brought Harry into the hug too.

"Group hugs were Kim's favourite. When you're down, just hug your friend, alright?" The boys nodded. Sally grinned at them and then something caught her attention.

"Pumpkin, what's that on your head?"

Harry's hand flew to his forehead now unconcealed from his hair. His scar stood out like a beacon. Sally gasped. She pried his hands away and gazed at it. It looked like it was several days fresh. Black and sharp against his skin. The shape was strange though. Like a lightning bolt.

"How did you get this?" She asked. Percy leaned in to look at it and Harry leaned back, his movement almost synchronized. "Pepe." Sally warned. "Don't scare him. Pumpkin, does it hurt? Do you need ice?" Harry shook his head furiously. Sally sighed.

She lifted the boys and put them down and got off the bed. While arranging the sheets, she said, "If it hurts tell your mother, alright?"

Harry looked up at her back and said, "No."

Sally spun around shocked, "What?"

"No Mummy." He said again. Sally felt confused, "You live next door, right?" Harry nodded. She asked, "That black-haired woman isn't your mother?" Harry shook his head.

"Is she your aunt?" Harry nodded. Sally looked at him. "What about your daddy?" Harry shook his head. She urged herself not to look with pity. No one would like that. "Okay, you tell your aunty, got it?"

Harry's eyes widened. He shook his head. Sally blinked, "Why not?"

"Angery." Harry said slowly. Sally stared at him for a few long moments and said slowly, "She'll be angry if you complain?"

"Uh huh."

Sally breathed in deeply and released it, her nostrils flaring. She didn't like the sound of this. "Pumpkin, why don't you wear better clothes? Don't they give you?" Harry actually looked confused at the questions. "Like Dudley?" He asked.

"Dudley's your cousin right? Yes, like him."

Harry stared at Sally's face still confused. Her face was steadily turning red. "Pumpkin, do they even treat you like family?" Harry didn't answer.

Percy tugged on his mother's shirt and said, "Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig wods."

Sally mentally face-palmed. The child was about a year old and she was asking such questions. No wonder he wasn't answering. He probably didn't know what was wrong. How could anyone just ignore someone in their own family.

She bent down to whisper to Harry, "When it hurts, when you hurt, I'll make it go away. You hear me, Pumpkin?"

Harry nodded.

Sally didn't hesitate when she bent to kiss his head.

Was it alright? I hope it was. I liked it. What about you?

Cabba.