Disclaimer I own nothing of the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson Series but my OC, Bella, including half of my room while the other half is owned by my sister.


Chapter 3

(Bella's POV)


It was just like before. The butterflies, my heart skipping a beat. My throat getting dry. The nerves. Just because of one man. Luke.

"Luke..." I breathed out. It hurt. It hurts that the only way I'll be able to see him is when he's dead. But, it's better than nothing at all. Being with him was like a rainbow after a storm.

"Bella, calm down and sit down. Please rest," he pleaded. I had to do this. Just calm down, Bella. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. When I opened my eyes the last thing I saw of Luke was his gentle, warm, loving smile. I looked around to notice everyone staring at the spot Luke had disappeared from. He was gone, until next time and all he left was a soft breeze. I sighed. Everyone turned to look at me with questioning gazes. As I looked at them all I noticed the asshole had left and I was only left alone with my family and strangers.

Dad looked at me with a questioning gaze, "Who is 'Luke'? And the other guy what was he talking about?" He seemed far too calm about this. I thought he would freak or start thinking about a million different scenarios as to how all this happened.

"That was..." I blow out a deep breath, "Luke. Love of my life." My dad, Uncle Remus, and Harry wince when I say that. "And it's a VERY long story, which I promised to tell you but you had to tell..." I gasp and bent over, one hand clutching my stomach and the other clutching my forehead. I remembered. A lot. The Weasleys, which were the red-heads in front of me. Uncle Regulas. Death Eaters. Voldemort. My life.

You know how they say when you die your life flashes before your eyes, well that's just what happened to me. Before I prompted to do the following. Pass out, and fall onto the floor with a thud.


(Third POV)

As Bella fell to the floor, the gods were watching from above. All in worry for what had happened to Bella. Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. She was up with her brothers and sisters. She was there in that very room when Bella collapsed. She wanted to be there for her daughter, she tried to be with her daughter but they, Aphrodite and Bella, were too different. While Aphrodite liked make-up and having others fall in and out of love, Bella enjoyed pranking with the Stoll twins, going on adventures with her friends. And her, Bella's, friends and family are the only thing she would keep if she would have to choose. Even if it meant never falling in love. Even if it meant dying for them.


(Bella POV)

My back was killing me. I don't think it's good to put too much strain on your back. I was coming to my senses because all of a sudden I had felt a type of cloth under and over me. Was I dead? I couldn't be! I have to be alive in order to help Harry, to help my father, and Uncle Remus. To have my family again. As I came to my senses I started to register voices talking. Your question may be, am I going mental? Possibly.

"When is she going to wake up?" a voice worriedly asked. Was it dad, Uncle Remus, or Harry?

"I don't know. Severus said she would be up soon," that one was Uncle Remus. He would be the only one trying to be civil with Uncle Sev. Shocking right? Severus Snape, my uncle. That ties in with story.

I felt someone grab my hand, "Please, Belly. Wake up. I need my big sis right now. Schools been horrid. Though, last year Remus was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Weird huh?" Harry chuckled. Huh. Harry can actually pull jokes. Wonder what else he can do.

"Hey! Do you know how weird it was to teach you?" Uncle Remus complained. Dad was chuckling in the background, but it wasn't like his bark of a laugh.

I started chuckling myself. It bloody hurt to though. I groaned. That had grabbed their attention. There were choruses of "Bella" or "Belly" around the room. How many bloody people were in this room? And why does it feel like I'm drunk? I have a major headache right now. Haven't had one in two days if I'm counting right.

"Shut up right now please," I groaned out. It immediately got quiet in the room. I groaned one last time before prying my eyes open only to snap them shut again because of the bright light. "Shit," I moaned.

"Turn down that blasted light, Potter!" I heard someone hiss as he/she walked into the room. I knew that hiss.

I could see the light turning down from behind my eyelids. "Bloody hell. It's like having another hangover. What the bloody hell happened to me?" I moaned. Again.

I heard gasps at the same time I heard a chuckle. "Well Bella. Will you tell me what happened?" he said turning the question onto me.

"I would. If I knew what the fucking hell happened to me, myself!" I laughed. I opened my eyes and turned my head to the man in question. "Now, Uncle Severus Tobias Snape. Why the bloody hell haven't you contacted me in so bloody long?" He just raised his eyebrows, cracked a grin and started chuckling. I think a few people in the room I'm in are puzzled by what I had just said. How do I know you ask? Because too many fucking people gasp when something shocking happens. Unbelievable.


Third chapter up and running. So far so good I hope. Till next time my fellow Marauders and witches and wizards.