Chapter Seven: The Rescue {Harry}
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italics=singing
"wazzup"= thinking
I don't own Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, or the songs mentioned. I only own the plot, and that's mostly taken from the HP and PJ books. I also own Jackie-Jazmine Jaquline Evans, and a few other NCC [Non Cannon Characters] and some those names are from Rebecca Sugar's show Steven Universe.
Could be triggering, contains slight cursing, possibly Greek, French, Italian, gay couples, and verbal, mental, emotional, physical, and sexual abuse {won't go into that}
"When will she come back and save me?" I bitterly thought, being beaten for the fifth time in one day. All I did was order a small salad, the same one as Aunt Petunia, and I'm getting beaten for it. "If only Jazie were here," I thought again, "maybe I should make a run for it! Leave tonight when all of the Dursley's are asleep!" I thought savagely. As soon as I thought that, Uncle Vernon had stopped beating me, mid-punch in the face, because the doorbell had rung.
"Go get the door, Boy," Uncle Vernon snapped, pushing me on the floor, my scrawny body breaking a few tender bones.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," I answered, limping to the door.
"Hello there, Harry," a girl said. She had vibrant, fiery, slightly curly, ruby red hair, skin like mine; an ivory color, but she had freckles lightly spread over her nose and cheeks, and her eyes, they were just like mine! A bright emerald color! I looked at her outfit, starting at her hair once again, she had an emerald green snake pin, a pale green t-shirt that said something that I couldn't read on it, light wash denim jean shorts, and pale green converse, she was tapping a beat on her thigh, a beat sounded vaguely familiar.
"Hello, ma'am," I answered, blushing slightly, knowing that I was staring. She wasn't much taller than me, probably two or three feet taller.
"Honey baby, you don't need to call me that! I'm Jazmine," she said sadly, I knew she wasn't lying because only Jazie and the other kids at my school know about the 'honey baby' incident.
"Oh, my bad Snakelet, who's your friend over there?" I answered, pointing behind her, at her shadow, a faint blush creeping back onto my face.
"My sort of twin brother, Nico di Angelo, Skellington for short," Snakelet answered, causing this 'sort of twin brother' to come out of her shadow, and yell, "Angel! What did we say about that nickname! Besides, I'm not wearing any skulls today!" It was true, from what I could see of him, he had a similar outfit on, but cargo shorts, and black converse
"Yes you are, remember those two skull rings of yours, Death Breath?" Snakelet answered sassily.
"Fine, be that way, Seaweed Brain!" The Nico boy sassed back, crossing his arms. But sassing back to Jazmine something a lot of people knew not to do with her, so I quickly interrupted so the Nico boy didn't have to suffer the consequences.
"You should come in, I'll get you both some tea, if you'd like some that is," I said loud enough for Uncle Vernon to hear.
"No thanks," the two answered together. "Is Vernon here, Harry?" Jazmine asked cautiously.
"I'm right here," Vernon exclaimed, not seeing the Nico boy, as he somehow just disappeared into the shadows.
"Hello, Vernon," Jazmine said monotonously.
"Get out of here girl," Vernon answered viciously, punching her with every syllable. He didn't notice that Jazmine looked into the shadows and nodded slightly at the Nico boy.
"I only came here to gather up my stuff so that I wouldn't be a burden to you anymore; but I also came to take Harry here with me," Jazmine answered, her voice trembling as she continued.
[A wee bit of cursing here, and some possibly triggering things]
"YOU ARE NOT TAKING HIM WITH YOU BITCH!" Vernon screamed loudly, just as four people came out of the shadows, I felt threatened, and I was scared that my only friend, and sister-like figure, was going to die, so I sent out a wave of *magic* towards Vernon, exactly at the same time Snakelet did, I was positive that it was magic because Snakelet left me letter on her bed explaining everything that might happen to me while she was gone.
[It's done... for know...]
"Honey baby," Snakelet commanded flatly, "I want you to get all, and I mean all of your belongings, including your flute and my first aid kit, as soon as we get to our destination, I'm patching you up," handing me the backpack I once gave her five Christmases ago.
"Alright," I answered, bolting to my cupboard, after grabbing all of Dudley's old, discarded hand-me-downs, multiple drawings that went with the stories I told Jazie {I couldn't write or read well with my *dyslexia*, and Jazie needed something to do since she has *ADHD*}, my sketchbook and colored pencils {something else Jazie had gotten for me}, my ruby red flute and flute case {my favorite present that Jazie had hand-made for me [she's hand-made loads of things for me]}, and quickly ran to Jazie's room; grabbed her first aid kit, just as she told me to do, but I also grabbed her favorite blanket {the one that I had smuggled from the bottom of Aunt Petunia's closet, just before we watched Disney's 'The Princess and the Frog'}, her ipod charger, her old ipod {the red one Dudley had given her when they were friends, which was before she realized that I was like her, just unable to control my magic} and her old ipod charger, and the large amount of money that we stuffed underneath the right corner of her desk {we'd worked for the money on the days the Dursley's went out, and we had finished all of our chores quickly [with magic of course]}; then walked out, as I walked closer, I heard the beat that Jazie was tapping on her thigh earlier, my flute appeared right in front of me, I grabbed it and it turned into a portable drum set, as I walked closer, I started playing along to the song, 'Wrote My Way Out', by Nas, Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda, and Aloe Blacc;
We started together, our voices in perfect harmony, although Jazie's voice was a tad bit stronger.
"I wrote my way out, when the world turned its back on me, I was up against the wall. I had no foundation, no friends and no family to catch my fall. Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt, I picked up a pen, and wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)."
Jazmine then started singing on her own, her playing her piano, me playing my drums.
"I picked up the pen like Hamilton, street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em. No political power, just lyrical power, sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours, schemin' on a come up, from evening to sun up, my man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger. Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant. Flickerin' lights inside my project hall. Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long and '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds. Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at, I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app, I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens. The definition of what it was written means, know what I mean?"
We then took two short seconds then hopped back in, once again in unison, my voice stronger.
"I wrote my way out, when the world turned its back on me, I was up against the wall. I had no foundation, no friends and no family to catch my fall. Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt, I picked up a pen, and wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)."
Then she broke off, leaving me to do my part of the song; this is when I remembered why the song sounded so familiar, this is the song that we sang at the talent show, the music teacher, Miss. Venus, made us do the talent show, we were the last act, and won, resulting in a the most horrid beating in the world.
"I really wrote my way up out of 6E develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me. Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed, never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen? At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the mountains, came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses, only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit. The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch. Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans, sista couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border. That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape, Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak. I persevered, composition, I kept it close, competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear. Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it, opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin'. This poetry in motion, I'm a poet."
Again, we fell back in harmony, Jazie's voice more silvery than strong {although her voice was both}, this part, she could relate to, Dudley and his gang beat her up while she reading, tapping her foot on the ground, kicking up a bit of dirt, getting it on Dudley's new white shoes on accident. After sing the first five words, I let Jazie singing it on her own.
"I wrote my way out, when the world turned its back on me, I was up against the wall. I had no foundation, no friends and no family to catch my fall. Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt, I picked up a pen, and wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)."
I quickly dropped, how hard I was playing the drums, letting Jazie have her moment, her voice even more silvery than before, her accent becoming extremely strong.
"High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck, runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check. My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak; in withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back. Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'.
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
My brother tried in vain to get me to fight back, brother tapped my brains, said, "Pssh, you'll get 'em right back." Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in the lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless. These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless? Dekára {Greek: damn}, you got no chill, gamiménos {Greek: fuckin'} right I'm relentless, I know mama's never really gonna win the lottery, so it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery. This colored girls brains are leakin' through the speakers, and if she can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and shine a light when it's gray out."
I joined her back in the chorus again, our voices in harmony, no longer perfect as her accent was still a bit too strong.
"I wrote my way out. Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm, no lovin' arms to keep me warm. This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear, I can do without, I'm here (I'm here). 'Cause I wrote my way out."
We started singing the next part, once again, in perfect harmony, although we were both crying by now.
"I picked up the pen like Hamilton, I wrote my way out of the projects. Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects. Picked up the pen like Hamilton, I wrote my way out of the, wrote-wrote my way out of the projects. I wrote my way out, picked up the pen like Hamilton. I wrote my way out of the..."
Luckily, Jazie let me sing the next part, so I'd gladly return the favor.
"(I wrote my way out).
Really, I saw like a hole in the rap game, so if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective.
(I wrote my way out).
I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it.
Tell the real story."
We ended the song, and looked at each other, gave a watery smile to one another, and gave eachother a big hug, along with some claps from the Nico boy, a girl who looked like a Californian model, she was beautiful, her hair was a dirty, honey blonde, tan, sun-kissed skin, slightly muscular and her eyes were a beautiful, silvery, stormy gray; a boy who looked like me, but taller, older, the same sun-kissed skin as the girl, and his eyes were as emerald-blue as the ocean, he was also slightly muscular; the other boy had sunflower blonde hair in a nice style that curved at the top, just above his forehead, a singular piece curled and laying on his forehead, his skin was also sun-kissed, but he had a slight, white glow among him. I looked back at the Nico boy, he also had a glow among him, but it was black. The other boy, he didn't have a glow around him, but my tall, little Blaze sure did! It was a peacock color, that was weird to see, especially since I've never seen that glow before.
"What are you guy's names, and, if you have any, what are your nicknames, I want to know at least three of your nicknames if you have any," I asked curiously once I've gotten my emotions under control.
The blonde girl answered first, "I'm Annabeth Chase, my nicknames are Wise Girl, Miss. Brainiac, and Annie Bell, you'll find out about that last one at some point," the Anna girl finished, shaking my hand.
The Nico boy stood up next, "You already know my name, and one of the nicknames," he paused to glare jokingly at Jazie, who, in return, grinned at him, "that I don't approve of. But here a few more, Death Breath, Ghost Boy, and Nic. Out of all the nicknames I have, I prefer Nic and Death Breath honestly," Nic, rambled.
The boy that looked like me stood up and exclaimed, "Potter, I'm Perseus Jackson, I have more nicknames than you asked for so I'll give you more than three. There's Seaweed Brain, Sass Master," I interrupted him there.
"Actually, the Sass Master is Bubba over there trying to disappear in the shadows; Snakelet!" I yelled noticing that my Snakelet was blushing, her face turning as red as her hair as she tried to dissolve into the shadows.
"I thought agreed to never speak of that nickname, Honey baby!" Jazie yelled.
"You still call me Honey baby and you don't hear me complaining and whining about it, now do you?" I answered back innocently. Causing her to yell endlessly in Greek, and me motioning to Perseus to continue with what he was saying.
"I was at Sass Master, right?" He asked me, to which I nodded, cringing the slightest bit, but Perseus didn't notice, he just kept on going, "Great! Then there's Kelp Brain, Perc, Percy, and Water Boy, most of those nicknames are from Wise Girl over there," he finally finished getting an eye roll from both Annabeth and I.
"Great, and who are you? Superman?" I asked the blonde boy.
"Yes, kinda, it's one of my favorite nicknames at least," the blonde Superman rambled, the word 'Geek' came across my mind because of it. "My name's Grace, Jason Grace," he said. "Nice," I thought, "he just played the James Bond card." But he soon continued with his nicknames, Blondie, Sparky, and Lighting Boy. I then decided that I might as well introduce myself, although they all already knew me.
"I'm Harold Potter, of course you know all about me, I'm sure Snakelet already told you all about me, didn't you?" I asked Jazie.
"I actually avoided the topic of you, I couldn't think of anything to say without crying, Raven," Jazie answered, walking back over to me before she took her First Aid Kit from me and commanded, "take your shirt off, we'll be here for a while, so I might as well patch you up now."
I obediently took off my shirt, hearing many gasps, of which I ignored. I kind of expected it to be like that, from what I knew, only Jazie, my tall, little Blaze, could understand what it felt like to be beaten twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, twelve months a year.
"Honey baby, you're a demigod, a child whose mother or father is either a Greek Goddess or God, Camp Half-Blood is one of the only two safe places for our type of people, sooner or later the monsters will come after you, remember the day that you Petunia, Duddy-kins, and Whale went out for dinner, a big man bull attacked me; sorry about the results by the way. Harry, take these," Snakelet commanded me, holding out three pills.
I took them in my slightly smaller hands, and asked her, "What are these?" Snakelet gave me a re-calculating glare, I guess I should've explained before I asked the question, "I-It's not that I don't trust you, Little Lion, it's just that you've never given me two of the three pills you've just given me now."
"The all white one takes away any fever, headaches, and/or pain your feeling at the moment, the honey colored one is a pill that'll make you a bit tired, I know you hate the pain I give you while I patch you, so I thought it would be good; and the last one is coated with a light *dreamless sleep potion* one of the Hecate children gave me. I know you Harry," Snakelet answered swiftly, handing me a water-bottle from her First Aid kit and shoving it in my free hand, "I know that you have particularly bad dreams after particularly bad beatings," her voice appealing.
I swallowed the first pill {the white one}, quickly, before stating matter-of-factly, "You could always just sing to me," I put on my best puppy face after taking the honey colored pill and grimacing.
"No way, Harold, I've already sang twice today, once when I woke up, and then not more than ten minutes ago," Snakelet snarled, trying to get me to hurry up and take the last, purplish, pill.
"Jazmine," Percy started before Snakelet snapped at him. I guess he didn't know that when she's trying to heal a person she loves she doesn't like to be interrupted, especially when that person is me.
"Two things, Water Boy; one, I believe we've covered the devil damn name! And two," Jazmine said, her voice tipping in between calm and dangerous, as she slowly walked towards Percy. I didn't know if I wanted to stop Jazie from doing whatever she was going to do; but Percy was already starting to annoy me. "NEVER interrupt me when I'm talking, helping, or speaking to my Gods Damn BABY BROTHER!"
"JAZMINE!" I yelled, standing up, only to crumple down in a heap of blood, broken bones, and limbs. I started crying.
"Harry! Oh my poor, poor, poor, poor, baby Harry. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't've yelled like that, my magic must've flared. I'm a terrible big sister, I don't deserve to be anything to him. Nico," I heard Jazmine wobbly say in response what I've just done. "Do you know how to heal? At all?"
"Yes, after reading a few books, of course I do," Shadow Boy answered quickly, noticing her distress, "but how do you know that Raven's your brother? I thought he was your cousin?"
"I can see his aura, it's black with silver, purple, and green streaks in it, It's a sibling bond between the two of us, the black is his more dominate half, his Hades half, the green is from being my brother, and being in contact with me for a while, the silver is from his other half, the less dominate half, the Zeus half, and the purple from being Jason and Thalia's brother, and having met one of them. Like my aura is a peacock blue, with a few gold, red, and black specks on it; Harry's is a bit more organized than mines is because he's a lot more mature, mentally stronger, and more… organized than me. Whereas mines is wild, and commanding, like me. I'm wild, can be noticed, when I want to be noticed; and I'm shy, when I'm with people who I don't know that well. Now, I guess, can you heal him for me Nico," I heard Jazie finish. I didn't want anyone to touch me in my most vulnerable state, unless that person is Jazie. I sensed the Nico Boy walking brusquely, but slowly; when he got extremely close to me, and touched me gently, I, accidently, whimpered. His hand was freezing, not as warm as Jazie's; all I wanted was to hear my Snakelet's warm, soft, voice carry through the room as she sang to me so that I fell into a peaceful sleep while Jazie cleaned and patched me up. I assume that the Nico Boy can sense what people think, because he slowly backed up a bit, and sat on the table that I was in front of, and started singing Rise Up by Andra Day:
"You're broken down and tired of living life on a merry go round, and you can't find the fighter; but I see it in you so we gonna walk it out, and move mountains. We gonna walk it out, and move mountains."
I was surprised to hear the Nico Boy, Jazie's 'sort-of-twin' brother, singing. His voice was silvery and soft, but it wasn't familiar, as instead of a British accent, he had an Italian accent, but it still calmed me down.
"And I'll rise up. I'll rise like the day, I'll rise up. I'll rise unafraid, I'll rise up, and I'll do it a thousand times again. And I'll rise up, high like the waves, I'll rise up, in spite of the ache, I'll rise up. And I'll do it a thousands time again. For you, for you, for you, for you."
Unknowingly, to me at least, I stopped crying. Nico had walked over to me, and touched me, his hands were warm. Jazie had taken over the singing.
"When the silence isn't quiet, and it feels like it's getting hard to breathe. And I know you feel like dying, but I promise we'll take the world to its feet, and move mountains. We'll take it to its feet, and move mountains. And I'll rise up. I'll rise like the day, I'll rise up. I'll rise unafraid, I'll rise up, and I'll do it a thousand times again. And I'll rise up, high like the waves, I'll rise up, in spite of the ache, I'll rise up. And I'll do it a thousands times again. For you, for you, for you, for you. All we need, all we need is hope, and for that we have each other, and for that we have each other. We will rise, we will rise, we'll rise, oh oh. We'll rise."
Nico had started patching me up, and Uncle Vernon started waking up. I'm pretty sure that Jazie's voice has a bit of magic in it. Soon, Jazie realized, and put him back into unconsciousness, and started the next verse.
"I'll rise up, rise like the day. I'll rise up, in spite of the ache. I will rise a thousands times again. And we'll rise up, rise like the waves. We'll rise up, in spite of the ache. We'll rise up, and we'll do it a thousands times again. For you, oh oh oh oh oh, for you oh oh oh oh oh, for you oh oh oh oh oh. For you."
Just as Jazie finished singing, Nico finished patching me up. After he was done, I gave him a whispered thanks, and tried to walk over to my older sister {Jazmine}. As soon as I stood up, I fell into a pile of limbs.
Jazie walked carefully over to me, and whispered to me, "Are you sure you want me to pick you up?"
"Yes," I whispered back, "I don't trust anyone else, I only let the Nico Boy touch me because you started singing. The bad thoughts went away, until Uncle-," Jazie cut me off there.
"Do NOT call that whale of a man your Uncle, Harry child, he is nothing to me, so he is nothing to you. Understand?"
"Yes, mum," I joked.
"Alright," she answered again; picking me up gently. "I'm guessing you want a song so that you can sleep without any nightmares?"
"Yes, but only if you want to sing for me. I'd hate be a burden to you, especially if we're riding pegasus'. I don't want either one of us getting hurt," I quickly answered.
"Harry, child, baby, that would never happen, and you aren't a burden," Jazie reassured me. "Besides you, Nico, and I are going to use Shadow Travel; it'll take less time. And I was asking if you wanted a song when we get to Camp Half-Blood, and tell Chiron about the findings. Do agree?"
"Does Shadow Travel hurt?" I asked, realizing I sounded a bit babyish.
"I'll let you answer that, mikró aderfós," Snakelet answered affectionately. Although she spoke in greek, I know she called me her little brother, that's most loving and caring thing I've heard in a week.
Little did I know, by the time I figured that out, and got cozied up in Snakelet's arms, we arrived in the middle of an open area, where people were divided into many different areas. I was a bit embarrassed that I wasn't wearing a shirt, but relieved that I had on securely wrapped bandages. Snakelet didn't care that people started whispering about the two of us, but mostly about what could've bruised 'the tough, sassy, intimidating, Jazmine Evans' from what I overheard.
I blushed, and snuggled into Snakelet's chest, not getting off of her lap as she sat down at one of the unoccupied tables, the same one the Nico Boy sat at, I guessed this was the so-called Hades table. She piled some food on a plate, it wasn't a lot, but it looked like the whole plate was filled to me.
"Why'd you give me so much food?" I asked her, everyone had stopped talking as soon as I spoke. They acted as if they'd never heard a person talk before.
"It's only a bit of fruit salad my mikró aderfós," Snakelet answered concerned as she pulled out a little vile of a light blue drink, "it's a potion that I've been taking the whole week, it helps you keep your food in your stomach where it belongs. Now, open up so you can drink this, eat your food, and then we can take a well deserved nap."
I obediently opened my mouth so Snakelet could pour the potion in my mouth, it was surprisingly good; it tasted like the strawberries Snakelet and I had picked from Aunt Petunia's garden, back when she was still Dudley's friend. After I had drunk the potion, Snakelet fed me the whole plate of fruit salad, and, since I didn't yawn, we sat with our instruments, underneath of an unnaturally large tree, humming and snapping aimlessly. She was snapping, her guitar on her lap, and I was humming, my flute changing from drums to a maraca, while the Nico Boy was reading a book beside us, wearing black and white round glasses, kind of like mine, while tapping his foot. A few minutes later, three large girls came up to us, a large crowd behind the trio. She snatched Nico's book, and threw it in a small mud puddle next to her.
"HEY!" I heard Nico yell angrily.
"The three of you think you're so great, all children of Hades, what you don't know is that you aren't welcomed here. You bring death with you. You shouldn't be here, you won't make it four weeks here! I bet that the mummy," she gestured to me, "can't even use a sword! He's so scrawny and weak looking. And you," she continued, pointing at Snakelet. She didn't realize that the longer she talked, the more she was making Snakelet want to burst into song, her fingers were already tapping furiously, waiting for the cow looking girl to stop talking, "keep on changing your looks, when you first got here, you thought you were tough. You were sassy, rude, had brown skin, black eyes, and black hair that was frizzy, poofy, and went past your butt; now you have ivory skin, freckles across your nose and cheeks, your eyes are the same as mummy's over there. An ugly grass green," She continued. "Not for much longer," I thought. Her eyes were slowly becoming black. "Your hair is red, the ugliest red in the world, and it's curly. You look like a demented Elmo!" The cow human finished, as Snakelet's face started becoming the same red as her hair in anger, making the crowd laugh. I didn't understand why they were laughing, she was being a bully, and I hated bullies. I thought that coming here would be an escape from 'Harry Hunting'. I had unknowingly started playing my drums, after handing the Nico Boy a pair of black and silver maracas. Snakelet had started playing her guitar, while the cow human started making fun of the Nico Boy.
"And as for Nerdy di Angelo over there," Cow Human teased, taking Nico's glasses and breaking them, "thought that he was smart. Ugly is more like it."
It was one thing to break Nico's glasses, but when she bent down in front of me, making me flinch hardly, and lean onto Snakelet, as she took my glasses and broke them. Immediately, I reached over to Snakelet, who always had contacts for me, and let her put them in my eyes.
The trio, Nico, Snakelet, and I, had started playing the same beat, and Snakelet had started singing the song; We Got Heart from Jem and the Holograms:
Her voice was light, airy, and silvery. Just the way I liked it.
"You don't think we're gonna make it, do ya? You don't think we're gonna last that long, but we'll be standing together all the way."
I joined her, in perfect unison, for the next part.
"It's obvious we'll prove you wrong. So come a little closer now, listen to us all a little, we've got nothing here to hide. Because we don't gotta fake you out. We'll be shooting down the middle, you'll see the truth in time. And we know why, because we got heart. Because we got heart, because we got heart; yeah we do, yeah we do. Now the world is ours, from here to the stars. Because we got heart, me and you, me and you."
Snakelet and I dropped our voices, ready for Nico to take over, which he did. His voice was strong, getting "oooooooh"'s from the crowd, he got the crowd to clap to the beat.
"Hold up, you think that I'm a puppet, don't ya?"
He stood up, his maracas still being shaken to the beat by his shadow, and started dancing to the lyrics.
"Just wait until my strings are pulled, oh, yeah. There's no one in the curtains, just so you know, I'm sitting here on my own throne."
He sang, throwing himself back to his seat, and shaking his maracas in his own hands, earning a true chuckle from Snakelet. He still sang with Snakelet and I, which delighted us to an extent.
"So come a little closer now, listen to us all a little, we've got nothing here to hide. Because we don't gotta fake you out. We'll be shooting down the middle, you'll see the truth in time. And we know why, because we got heart. Because we got heart, because we got heart; yeah we do, yeah we do. Now the world is ours, from here to the stars. Because we got heart, me and you, me and you."
We finished the song just as a horn sounded. Snakelet picked me up, knowing that I was still too weak to stand on my own, and jogged up to the same place where we had eaten lunch.
"We will have to push the Capture the Flag game back a few weeks," said a centaur, which Snakelet informed me was Mr. Brunner, in centaur form, making him Chiron. The whole camp, save for the Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon tables, erupted into disbelieving jeers. Chiron stomped his front right hoof three times, and the hall fell silent. "Because we will have the Gods and Goddesses including the Dead One, here in a few minutes at campfire, to speak to Ms. Jackie-Jazmine Evans, and Mr. Harold Potter, about the time they spent with the Dursley's. Go on to the Campfire logs and have a seat," he finished. Everyone finished their food in silence, occasionally glaring at Snakelet and I.
"Jazmine?" I asked, not bothering to keep my voice down.
"Oui, petit frère?" {Yes, little brother,} Jazie asked me in french, the way we always talked in big crowds when one of us felt nervous, scared, or worried. Which is when we used the others first name.
"Que se passe-t-ill {What is happening}? Qu'avons-nous fait {What did we do}? Sommes-nous en difficulté {Are we in trouble}?" I rapidly asked her; worried about why the almighty greek gods and goddesses wanted to only talk to the pair of us.
"Je ne suis pas sûr, mais Je vous protégerai aussi bien que je peux {I am not sure, but I'll protect you as well as I can}," Jazmine quickly assured me, making sure I understood.
"Je t'aime ma soeur, à la lune et retour {I love you to the moon and back}," I whispered, hoping she wouldn't hear it.
"Je t'aime ma aussi, même dans des moments troublés {I love you too, even in times of trouble}," she whispered back. Standing up, with me in her arms, and going to the fire, where an owl came with five letters, two for me, one for Nico {who had come with us}, and two for Jazmine. Jazmine examined hers, it had a seal with an 'H' on it surrounded by a snake, a badger, a lion, and an eagle. She opened it slowly, and whispered it just loud enough for me to hear, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus P.W.B Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Jackie-Jazmine Evans-Dursley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term starts on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"
"This has to be fake," I answered in response.
"No, Honey Baby, it isn't. It can only be real. It would explain why we can make random things happen when we're angry, scared, or happy. Like… err… remember that time during recess when Dudley and his gang were 'Harry Hunting' and you appeared on top of the school roof?" She answered smartly. I couldn't disagree; it made a lot of sense, and explained a lot of things. She read the material list, and read the other letter. The one that seemed to glow; it was written in french, so Snakelet spoke, not keeping her voice down, "Cher étudiant,
Je suis ici pour vous informer de votre acceptation à l'Académie Beauxbâtons de la magie; rencontre la magnificence. À l'académie Beauxbâtons des gens d'une nature inimaginable assistent à en apprendre davantage sur leurs dons. Ainsi que l'amélioration de notre magie, nous apprenons l'étiquette, équilibre, et plus encore. S'il vous plaît trouver enclused une liste des fournitures et équipements nécessaires. Terme commence le premier Septembre et nous allons vous faire trier.
Salut, Madame Rochelle {Dearest Future Student,
I'm here to inform you of your acceptance to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic; where magic meets magnificence. At Beauxbatons Academy, people of an unimaginable nature attend to learn more about their gifts. As well as improving our magic, we learn etiquette, poise and more. Please find enclosed a list of supplies and equipment needed. Term begins on September first and we will get you sorted. Cheers, Madam Rochelle}
Harry," Snakelet finished in english, "we've got two scholarships; from two magie schools! Which one should we go to?" Just as she finished her sentence multiple people appeared out of thin air.
"Hello there Harry, Jazmine," said a man with a nice beige suit, a white tie with lighting bolts on it, shoulder length white hair, and a short, nicely trimmed white beard and mustache. Jazmine, who had gotten scared, nearly dropped me, her appearance changing rapidly. Her hair quickly became black, going to gray, going to white at the ends, her hair stopped just above her tailbone. Her skin stayed ivory, but her freckles went away.
"Holy mother of cows; you're the King of the Gods! You're one of my baby lion's fathers! It's nice to meet you, sir, honest. But where are my fathers? And Harry's second father?" Jazie asked rapidly.
"Yes, I am the King of the Gods, but call me Uncle Zeus," my father, Zeus, boomed. "As for your fathers, they're right behind me." From behind my father came two other men, one whose hair was gelled back, was wearing something similar to Jazie and Nico, he was wearing a charcoal gray shirt, black suit pants, a black vest with a pocket {which had a skull on it}, and all black converse. Jazie walked up to him and whispered, "It's nice to meet you father," and gave him a hug. My dad, Hades, got a bit confused, but soon hugged her back. After Jazie walked over to me, picked me up, and took me over to Hades. I looked at him briefly, I didn't say anything, just stared into his eyes.
"Does he always stare like this?" I heard him ask Jazie.
"Only when he really wants to trust someone. I want you to hold him for me for a moment, I need to go get something before we talk about our shit sad life," Snakelet answered quickly handing me off to Hades before he could reply.
I squirmed on his lap trying to get comfortable. After two straight minutes of squirming, I asked, "If you're one of my fathers, how come no monsters have ever come after me? I thought that if you were a child of one of the Big Three, that monsters would immediately come after you once you hit age ten."
"I honestly don't know. It could be because of the fact that you lived in London," Hades replied, just as Jazie came back with our blanket and a drink that Aunt Petunia had made when she wanted the truth from us.
"Alright," Jazie said after the two of us were sitting comfortably next to each other , and the rest of the Gods and Goddesses came and sat down. "Raven, otherwise known as Harry, and I will take a sip of this potion, it forces us to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth; so once we drink this, one person at a time can ask a question, I would like it if the questions could stay on topic, I'm sure Harry would agree," Snakelet pointedly looked at me expecting me to say something.
"I honestly would love it if you would stay on topic, knowing that some people would take advantage of the state that we'd be in," I began, talking to the camp; but soon turned to talk to Snakelet in french, "Tu es sűre que nous devrions faire ça, sœur? Je ne fais pas confiance à ces gens, surtout après avoir été intimidés par eux. Quant à l'école, je pense que nous devrions aller à Poudlard. Nous devrions leur dire que nous ne savons pas où obtenir les fournitures, et demander si quelqu'un pourrait nous prendre; Il serait beaucoup plus facile de cette façon, à moins qu'il y ait plus de sorcières et de sorciers ici! Ce serait étonnant si ce type Jason Grace était un sorcier, il semble assez agréable {Are you sure we should do this, sister? I don't trust these people, especially after being bullied by them. And as for the school, I'm thinking we should go to Hogwarts. We should tell them that we don't know where to get the supplies, and ask if someone could take us; it'd be a lot easier that way, unless there are more witches and wizards here! It'd be amazing if that Jason Grace guy was a wizard, he seems nice enough}."
Snakelet giggled before replying, "Je pense que nous devrions le faire, je suis sûr que ces dieux et déesses pourraient nous éloigner de ces êtres humains mortels que nous considérons comme une famille. Mais en ce qui concerne l'école et Jason Grace chose ... Je suis d'accord avec Poudlard, mais Grace? Avez-vous un écrasement que je devrais connaître? Je veux dire, vous feriez un joli couple sinon pour la différence d'âge. Je pense honnêtement que le Leo Valdez enfant est adorable, mais assez geeky {I do think that we should do it, I'm sure that these gods and goddesses could get us away from those idiotic mortal humans that we consider family. But as for the school and Jason Grace thing... I agree with Hogwarts, but Grace? Do you have a crush that I should know about? I mean, you would make a cute couple if not for the age difference. I honestly think that the Leo Valdez kid is adorable, although quite geeky}," she giggled again as Jason Grace and Leo Valdez looked at us skeptically upon hearing their names and a whole bunch of words they didn't understand, "Je suis sûr que nos pères peuvent comprendre ce que nous disons Honey Baby. Leurs visages rougissent et ils se mordent les lèvres pour ne pas rire, tandis que la jolie fille toute rose nous regarde comme si elle savait ce qui se passerait entre nous et qui nous finirait. Elle doit savoir ce que nous disons {I'm pretty sure that our fathers can understand what we're saying Honey Baby. Their faces are turning quite red and they are biting their lips to keep from laughing, while the pretty girl in all pink is looking at us as if she knows what will happen between us and who we will end up with. She must know what we're saying}."
First I answered her question, "Non, pas moi. Et il est mon frère, pour l'amour de Zeus {No, I don't. And he's my brother, for Zeus's sake}," then looked at the people she mentioned and asked, "can you guys all understand what we're saying?"
"Yes, yes we can," answered Hades, "and I think you'll find that two other demigods can also understand you." He looked at Nico and Annabeth for only a second each before continuing. "Well, we should get started with the questioning, mind taking a sip?"
Snakelet took the first sip, her eyes getting a glassy look for a moment, before passing the bottle to me. I took a sip, looking at the bottle to see how much potion was left. It appeared that we still had half a bottle left.
"Ask away then," Snakelet slurred.
"What are your names?" I heard a deep, melodic voice ask.
"Harold James-Dominique Potter," I replied.
"Jackie-Jazmine Jaquline Evans-Dursley," Jazmine replied quickly after.
"What languages do you speak, how do you know them, and why do you know them?" I heard a lighter, and more melodic voice ask.
"We know french, italian, greek, and spanish. We know how to speak french because our art teacher realized that we were interested in the art in france, and taught us many words; after she moved away, Harry and I taught ourselves, and occasionally each other, how speak it," Jazmine started.
"We know italian because of Aunt Petunia," I started before Jazmine interrupted me.
"She's not my mother, and definitely not your aunt, the abusive chienne {french: bitch}."
"Alright," I answered, "because Petunia has friends from Italy, and we were always the ones to open the door and take their coats, so we had to learn italian to be able to communicate," I finished.
Jazmine took over, "We know greek because we're your children, obviously. But we know spanish because Vernon made Dudley learn spanish, so we had to learn it too."
"What do you mean by abusive?" I heard a quiet, silvery voice ask.
"Tell us what happened, Wimps!" A raucous voice asked quickly after.
"By abusive we mean being beaten for no putain de {french: fucking} reason," Jazmine started, she gently pulled down the neck of the charcoal grey sweatshirt she was wearing, and moved closer to the fire so that everyone could see the large, purple-ish, blue-ish bruises that covered her neck; she then took of the sweatshirt, and lifted her black shirt to reveal the multiple hand, belt, cane, and boot prints on her stomach and back.
"Puis-je enlever vos bandages pour qu'ils puissent voir vos bleus, vous pouvez leur dire qui leur a donné et pourquoi. Ensuite, nous pouvons leur montrer les cicatrices correspondantes que nous avons sur nos bras {May I take off your bandages so that they can see your bruises, you can tell them who gave them to you, and why. After that we can show them the matching scars we have on our arms}," she quickly and nervously asked.
All I could do was nod my head, and stand up slowly, holding onto Nico; who stood up and offered his arm so I could stand and not fall. After I was standing up safely, Jazmine slowly took off the bandages so that everyone could see the welts, cuts, and bruises that littered my body, "My Uncle," Jazmine cut me off again.
"He's not your Uncle, just call him Vernon!" She gently yelled.
"Alright, alright," I replied exasperatedly, "I'll start with why this , Dudley, Petunia, and I went to a fancy resturaunt. To get in, you had to have four or more people with you. Vernon had asked which one of us wanted, I thought it would be pleasant, so I went. I had ordered the same thing Petunia had. A caesar salad, and small water. Vernon mustn't've liked that, and the bill cost $45.50, and when we had gotten home, Jazmine wasn't there, and the long list of chores hadn't been completed, and Vernon's favorite lamp was broken. I was beaten horribly, and then gang raped by Petunia and Vernon." All of the girls were crying now. Jazmine then lifted the silk sleeve on her right arm, and flipped her arm, so that her forearm was showing, I did the same, but flipped my left arm.
"These say 'Freak', for all of you who can't see it," Jazmine exclaimed, then stopped talking, and fainted.
"Jazmine!" I yelled, catching her just in time. Her appearance changed in front of my very own, terror filled, bright, glassy, emerald green eyes.
Her skin became black, blue, yellow, and green; her hair became extremely curly, but stayed fiery-ruby red, and was long enough to cover her slightly pointy ear one side, the other also extremely curly, but was cut awkwardly just above her shoulder, but was also layered. I opened her left eye, it was a icey blue; I opened her right eye, it didn't have a color, it was a rainbow.
"Please wake up sissy, please! I need you. Please. Réveillez-vous! S'il vous plaît. J'ai besoin de toi, surtout maintenant {french: Wake up! Please. I need you, especially now}," tears were streaming down my cheeks. This is exactly what happened at school with my first friend, Elania, before she moved to mexico,when she told me 'Te amo' {spanish: I love you}; but now I know what she said, she told me she loved me. I started singing Rihanna, Te Amo,
"Te amo, te amo, she says to me, I hear the pain in her voice. Then we danced underneath the candelabra, she takes the lead; that's when I saw it in her eyes, it's over."
It started as a whisper, but my voice quickly picked up, and became loud.
"Then she said, "Te amo," then she put her hand around my waist. I told her no, she cried "Te amo," I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go. My soul is awry and without asking why, I said "Te amo," wish somebody would tell me what she said. Don't it mean I love you? I think it means I love you. Don't it mean I love you?"
Multiple instruments had appeared in front of me, not that I cared, I was putting all of my magic into saving my sister. The instruments had started playing themselves.
"Te amo, te amo, she's scared to breathe. I hold her hand, I got no choice, uhh. Pulled me out on the beach, danced in the water, I start to leave. She's begging me and asking why it's over."
Next thing I know, Percy, Jason, Nico, Annabeth, the Leo boy Jazmine mentioned, and two other people that I didn't know were playing an instrument.
"Then she said, "Te amo," then she put her hand around my waist. I told her no, she cried "Te amo," I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go. My soul is awry and without asking why, I said "Te amo," wish somebody would tell me what she said. Don't it mean I love you? I think it means I love you. Don't it mean I love you? Yes we can dance, but you gotta watch your hands. Watch me all night, I move under the light because I understand that we all need love, and I'm not afraid. I feel the love but I don't feel that way."
Jazmine still didn't wake up. I couldn't handle it, I started singing louder. I tried to use the secret communication we had, and started singing in my brain, as well as out loud.
"Then she said, "Te amo," then she put her hand around my waist. I told her no, she cried "Te amo," I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go. My soul is awry and without asking why, I said "Te amo," wish somebody would tell me what she said. Don't it mean I love you? I think it means I love you. Don't it mean I love you? I think it means I love you, I love you. Te amo, te amo, don't it mean I love you?"
"I love you," I whispered.
She finally opened her eyes, and groggily said, "I love you too, mon petit frère {french: my little baby brother}," before falling asleep in my skinny, wiry arms. I started crying tears of joy.
"Nico," I whispered, "can you help me get our sister to our cabin? Then get me in some bandages," I quickly muttered, now tired because of all the activity.
"You still need to finish the questioning, mummy!" The cow-human replied.
I gently took Jazmine's snake pin out of her hair, letting her hair cover her face, I whispered "Okia," to the pin, and it turned into a beautiful sword. I hobbled to the cow-human, and pressed the sword tip on her neck, and used the most deadly voice I could muster in my state, "Not when my sorella {italian: sister} is hurt, you cow!" I yelled. "Now I don't tolerate being called names, and getting picked on by bullies like yourself. I've had enough of that at Petunia and Vernon's house by Dudley; if I wanted to be bullied, I would've stayed there. So you'd best leave me alone, because I can fight back. And I can promise you this, mess with me, my sisters, my brothers, or my friends, and I will make sure that you live the most horrid life in the world, your life will be even worse than Jazmine and I's. Understand?"
"Yes, yes, now get this sword away from my throat, kid!" She begged.
"Great," I replied, turning the sword back into a pin, hobbling back to Jazmine and Nico. I gently returned the pin back to it's rightful owner, in it's rightful place; and picked Jazmine up, she turned out to be even lighter than I was. I picked up my bag, and walked to Cabin Thirteen, Nico following me, taking my bag as we walked.
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