Title: Margret Potter, Daughter of Athena

Rating: T

Summary: Fem Harry! Margret Potter didn't go to Hogwarts when she was eleven; instead she stayed at Camp Half-Blood. Three years later she's kidnapped by none other than Albus Dumbledore for her protection. She's nothing like what Dumbledore thinks her to be. A Harry Potter/Percy Jackson crossover.

Disclaimer: I own nothing here and I'm making no money.

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To Everyone: Thanks for your comments and reviews. They have been great and have helped me a lot.

Also: A forms of magic do not affect Margret because energy isn't a weapon. She will also be leaving Hogwarts soon, escaping, thanks to Severus. Hermione will also be joining as Margret will give her a chance to leave the bullying behind. I do plan to make four people demigods and they will all be leaving the castle. I will be doing this in a couple of chapters.

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Chapter 4: I DO NOT FLY!

Margret's POV

I gave those four the pounding of their lives. They ended up in the Hospital Wing and I knew it would be the last time that they bothered me, unless they wanted a repeat of the pounding. I don't put up with bullies and I wasn't going to allow them to think they could bully me. Of course they would most likely tell their Head of House that I had beaten them up and totally not tell her that they had tried to hex me.

I hung out with Luna Lovegood, who seem to be her own brand of odd. I have nothing against odd people as long as their nice to me. On Monday I got a letter, written in blasted English, telling me that I was serving detention for 'bullying her house.' Yeah, whatever.

"The whole thing really makes me mad," I said, "What part of 'your house is full of prat's' does that woman not understand."

"What do you think she'll make you do," Luna asked.

"Probably something foul," I answered.

On Thursday I got another message, this one from Professor Sprout, telling me that I had flying lessons with the first years. No, I don't fly. I headed down to her office, which was located in the Green Houses, and knocked on her door.

"Come in," she said.

I opened the door to find her watering a plant that didn't look magical at all.

"Professor, can I have a word with you," I asked.

"Sure, what?" she asked.

"This, I'm afraid that I don't fly," I told her.

She gave me a look and asked, "Why, don't you?"

"Because I'm afraid of heights," I lied.

She gave me a look and then said, "I'm sorry, but Flying Lessons are a requirement. You must go to lessons."

"But-."

"No, butts," she said, her tone firm, "You will go to lessons."

I had a bad feeling that my funeral was coming up.

So on Friday I headed for my first Flying Lesson with the other first year Hufflepuff's. I had prayed all night to Zeus, that he wouldn't blast me out of the sky. Not getting a response told me that he had denied my request. He was going to blast me out of the sky and I would end up dead. I prayed again as I stood there, waiting for the end.

"What's wrong with you?" one boy asked.

"Yeah, looks like Potter's retarded," a girl said, grinning.

I glared at them but said nothing.

"Okay, everyone, stand next to a broom," Madam Hooch ordered and I took my place next to my broom. "Now place your right hand over your broom and say, up."

"UP!" they all said.

My broom didn't jump into my hand.

"With feeling," Madam Hooch said and once again my broom didn't jump into my hand.

It must have sensed that I didn't want to be here.

"Miss Potter, pick your broom up," she ordered.

I did, feeling really stupid.

"Now mount your broom, grip the handle tightly so that you don't slide off."

Feeling dread growing I climbed on the broom and waited.

She came around to correct grips and had to correct mine. Finally she gave the dreaded command that I wasn't looking forward to.

"Now I want you to kick off the ground, hard, hover for a few moments and then lean forward and touch back down."

I gulped and watched as everyone kicked off. Madam Pomfrey gave me a look that told me that I better join them. I kicked off and had no sooner left the ground that a bolt of lightening came and hit me. I blacked out.

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Professor Sprout's POV

"Bring her in," Madam Pomfrey ordered as two students brought a very burned Miss Potter into the Hospital wing. "What happened?"

"I don't know," one of them said, "She didn't want to do it but Madam Hooch made her."

"I made her go," I said, tears welling up, "She didn't want to go but I made her."

"It's not your fault," Madam Pomfrey said, "But we need to get her healed."

I nodded and left her alone to be taken care of.

I checked on Miss Potter everyday that she was in the wing. Severus was busy spelling potions into her body.

"She's going to live," Severus told me.

"She said that she didn't want to go but I made her," I told him.

"I think that Flying Lessons are out," Severus said and I nodded.

When the weekly staff meeting took place Dumbledore told us about what happened. Minerva looked as though the whole thing was boring her. I knew that she disliked the girl because she wasn't in Gryffindor but honestly.

"Do you have a problem with what Dumbledore said?" Severus asked.

"She's making it up," Minerva said, "Everyone knows that no one gets hit by lightening when there are no clouds. I don't know why we're even allowing her to stay there."

"Minerva, those wounds were not made up," Madam Pomfrey said, "The girl is lucky to be alive."

Minerva glared at her and then looked at Dumbledore.

"I'm afraid that the wounds are not made up," he said, "She was really struck my lightening."

Remus growled at Minerva, and I didn't blame him.

"So what are we going to do now?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"When she gets out of the wing then tell her that she doesn't have to take Flying Lessons," Dumbledore answered.

"Very well," everyone said.

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Margret's POV

When I came to I found two girls setting on a chair next to my bed. One was in Gryffindor with bushy brown hair and the other was Luna.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You were hit with lightening," Luna told me.

I groaned and said, "Great, just great."

"Luna, told me that Weasley and his friends tried to bully you and you beat them up," the girl said.

"Yes," I said.

"She's Hermione Granger and she's being picked on by those three," Luna told me.

"What, why?" I asked.

"Because I'm smart," Hermione answered, "I didn't want to come back but my parents made me."

I frowned. That was a stupid thing to do.

"Where are they and what do you want me to do to them?"

"Well we've both been thinking of this spell but its potion form and we know that Professor Snape won't allow us to borrow ingredients."

I grinned at them and said, "Leave that to me."

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A/N: So that's how Margret is meeting Hermione.