An: Sorry for not updating in a while...I just don't how to proceed with this fic. I just write and...well... my original plans suddenly seemed so weird...
So yeah, i'm going through a writers block.
It's my first time doing this, so I'm kind of scared that I will bore you guys. Well, there will be action soon, I swear!
Your comments help me a lot and encourage me! I hope I hear from you again!
Cheers!
Rose
Hermione was startled when she heard a stampede of feet running outside the cabin. She relaxed when she realized the origin of the noise-those teenagers-and let go of the wand she had unconsciously grabbed. Nico watched all of this with curiosity, especially her fast reflexes.
Nico stared at his half-sister. He had a share of half-sisters that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and disappeared just the same. Like all of them, Hermione was special. How special, he could only guess.
As soon as he witnessed the claiming of a random English woman, he marched straight down to his fathers' domain and demanded an explanation. As always, Hades refused to give him a clear explanation, talking about a warrior, or a protector to him, or some other nonsense. Nico, being the stubborn kid that he is, refused to give up and went around the Underworld trying to find more about his new sister.
Turns out, he didn't have to look far. He started in the Fields of Asphodel, knowing that there were many people there. But then he stupidly remembered that none of the souls knew of their times on earth and tried Elysium.
He was immediately found out by a boy named Fred Weasley, who tried to slip him some pill (how the guards of the underworld allowed him to bring that with him, he would never know). According to him, Hermione was a war heroine, an important one at that. As the red headed man told stories about the War and its history, they were joined by more people who seemed to know Hermione Granger. Lavender Brown, Severus Snape (he must have been a Hades kid, for sure!) Moody (constant vigilance still rang in his ears), Remus Lupin, Tonks, Lilly and James Potter, Sirius Black (an Hermes kid, no doubt!) and others began to tell their stories and Nico began to slowly have a picture of his sister.
But none of them knew what happened to her after the War. This, Nico thought, was the most important.
Of course, Nico knew right away what was plaguing his sister. Her aura was dark, and as the son of Hades, he automatically knew how many people Hermione killed.
It was a Hades thing.
Still, there was much to Hermione Granger that he didn't understand.
It was becoming an obsession, really.
"It's lunch," he said after a while. "Are you hungry?"
Hermione frowned, realizing that she was indeed hungry, even after having tea just a few moments before, "Yes. I didn't realize. "
Nico just nodded and gestured with his hands, "I'll show you how to get there."
Rachel Elizabeth Dare was tired. She was tired of the over confinement of school, her parents constantly fighting (again), and the fact that she hasn't been able to sleep for the past couple of weeks. All her dreams focused on a flash of green light, a little boy with a zigzag scar on his forehead and a bushy haired girl pinned down by a woman that desperately needed some blush and a comb.
So, she did the logical (and safest!)thing.
She went to Camp Half-blood, where she almost got killed, maimed... and did she mention killed?
Once there, she was in for a surprise. Another Hades child? From England? Wait... a witch?
It was times like these when she wished the Oracle would help her out a bit. But noooooo, it only appeared when the old thing felt like it. Stupid, oldie.
So Rachel was sitting by the Poseidon table, chatting with Percy. As the Oracle, she could sit wherever she wanted, despite not being a demigod. Besides, she found the rule stupid, almost discrimination.
Suddenly, the loud noises stopped. Percy stood up, just in time to see the Hades woman walk in with Nico. The kids glanced at the woman, some whispering loudly (Hermes kids!) and others snickering (Aphrodite kids needs to shut up!). Anyway, the tension was thick. Rachel could almost taste it in the air...or maybe it was just the smoke.
Hermione surveyed the room, glancing at the seating arrangements, before her eyes traveled to the rotting table of the Hades kids. She turned back to Nico, who just shrugged and mouthed, "What? I didn't make the furniture? or was it "Wow. I will mate the founding chair?".
Rachel shook her head. She really had to stop reading people's lips.
Before Rachel could say anything, Hermione's face was set in a determined line before she marched straight to Rachel, and sat down, "So, what's there to eat?"
Rachel liked this woman already.
