Hey guys, heres the 11th chapter, I'm not that satisfied with it, but I guess this is all I feel like doing right now bc I'm tired and I want to sleep :)

Jada stood on platform 9 ¾ waiting to board the train. She stared at the ground, not saying anything. Ever since everything that had happened with Luke, she hadn't spoken a single word. It was like her tongue and throat were incapable of working anymore.

She closed her eyes, remembering when a hobbling Percy had stumbled towards her when he was looking for her, and found her kneeling on the forest ground, sobbing up at the sky on a floor of shattered hopes and pieces of her broken heart.

Even while half-dead from the sting of that poisonous pit-scorpion, Percy's heart remained as noble as always. He had knelt, with difficulty, next to her and took her wrists into his hands. He whispered raspingly, "Let's go, Jada, we can't stay here, if something attacks us, neither of us will be able to defend ourselves in a condition like this."

Jada didn't get up. She continued to sob and laid her hair and head on Percy's chest. As he sighed and crossed his legs, Jada had laid down and used Percy's lap as a pillow as she continued to cry her heart out. Percy had sat there patiently, stroking her hair and shoulders before, once again, Chiron came and found them.

Afterwards, Jada still wouldn't utter a single word, or make a single sound. When Chiron brought both of them into Jada's cabin, Jada had lied on her back, staring up at the glass-and-marble ceiling. Percy had sat next to her, and Chiron in front of her. He had spoken to her in calming tones and tried asking a few questions, but Jada's throat wouldn't cooperate with Chiron.

Now, she was here, not sure why she was when something like this had happened. When the first person in Jada's life who had taken care of her and protected her and treated her with care and real love had just left her. Jada had unknowingly created a large spot in her heart which was reserved just for Luke, and now that he was gone, Jada's heart still wouldn't let anyone else take that space up- in fact, one could say that the space was expanding, even after its reservation had abandoned her.

Someone called her name and Jada turned to see Hermione. For the first time in what felt like ages, her muscles allowed her face to be forced into a smile, but a small part of Jada was able to muster up some genuine happiness that she was seeing her friend again.

"Hermione," she breathed. "I haven't seen you in ages, oh gods." Jada wrapped her arms around Hermione.

"Same, I've missed you so much!"

The two of them stood in an embrace for a few seconds before heading on to the train.

They found a compartment where a teacher was sleeping, and the two of them sat down. Hermione seemed excited, but when she revealed the reason for excitement, which was that she wanted to hear about camp, Jada's heart clenched again.

Hermione must've saw something in Jada's face, because her expression turned wary and surprised, and she said softly, "Jada…?"

Even through just his eyelids, Remus couldn't miss the amount of pain that had gripped James Potter's daughter's eyes as the brown-haired girl asked about summer. He knew, of course, of Jada Potter's heritance and how she came from immortal blood, and that she had a hard life, more difficult than most people, but in that split second, he saw more pain in those eyes than even a victim of lord Voldemort's cruciatus curse. Remus couldn't imagine anyone suffering more than the Order of Phoenix had suffered through the time during Voldemort's rein.

He listened intently as James's daughter recounted a story with a hollow voice. Theif of a lightning bolt? She had gone up to Olympus? Remus briefly recalled when he had first found out from James and Lily about the Olympians and demigods in the seventh year and how much he, James, and Sirius had longed to visit that place. But from what Jada was talking about, it was not a happy experience, it was, in fact, a painful one which left her in tears.

But that didn't seem to be the part which upset her the most. He listened to her recount of how a boy named Luke had betrayed them, and left them. Her sweet, American voice which was filled with pain made even him feel a slither of pain in his bones.

"He was the first person…" she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek. "The first person I knew who protected me, the first person I knew who cared about me… he saved my life so many times… he gave me what none of us are meant to have: a family."

He saw tears rolling down like a waterfall on her cheeks as the brown haired girl- named Hermione?- leaned in and put an arm around her.

A red headed boy and a read headed girl stepped into the compartment. They saw Jada hastily wipe her tears and blinked. "Hey," the boy started. "Are you alright?"

Jada forced a smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

Both of them sat down in the compartment, and started a small, casual chat which Remus zoned out on, and started contemplating Jada's life.

It was bad, to say the least. What was this about a guy called Luke? And what sort of relationship did Jada have with her immortal father? Was it worse than the one Lily had with her mother and her grandfather? Did Jada feel as much resentment towards Zeus as Lily hid when she was younger?

Jada had recounted brief details of her meeting with her father when she was on Olympus. Apparently, it was normal, and obligatory, and proper, to kneel at your parent's feet. But then again, that world which she lived in was, according to Lily, anything but normal. Remus never realized till now how literally she meant that.

And all this about him not saying a word to her until they were outside? When he had tried to make excuses for himself, and when Jada lost her temper and yelled at him to not go near her… Remus felt guilt consuming him at the thought of not doing something earlier to help this girl. He sighed in his fake sleep, and the chatter around him stopped for an uncertain second. Remus took this chance to fully open his eyes and look around him to properly observe the people.

"Um, sorry, professor, if we woke you up…" the brow-haired girl said uncertainly.

"That's alright," Remus said. He looked straight at Jada. To say the least, she was pretty. She had dark, slightly curly hair, a pointed chin and a dimple when she smiled uncertainly. Her eyes seemed to change color, but it always went back to blue. Somehow, the scar on her forehead wasn't there, probably covered by some muggle foundation. She was dressed in muggle attire, cotton white tank top and black shorts.

Remus quickly looked away as he realized he may have been staring a little too long at her eyes. His gaze found the brow-haired girl and he looked away as well.

A blonde haired boy walked in, and Remus caught his gazed focused on Jada as well. Ignoring everyone else, he said, "Jada," in that voice- that Malfoy voice.

Jada stood, "Hey," she said softly, to Remus's surprise. Jada was on good terms with a Malfoy? He held his breath as Jada stepped forwards towards him. "I- I was going to find you at some point."

"Well, I'm here. Can I sit?"

"Sure," Jada replied lightly as the two redheads sucked their breath in.

He sat down next to Jada, and looked across at Remus and the two redheads. Still not acknowledging their presence, he turned to Jada and asked, "How was your summer?"

Jada had looked away immediately and glanced at Hermione.

Hermione quickly changed the topic smoothly. "We were together during summer. Travelled to America for a bit. It was great."

"Yeah, well," the Malfoy said offhandedly. "My summer was great too…" he proceeded to boasting of everything which happened, about the gifts his father brought him, about how he didn't need to go anywhere else apart from England as his own house was large enough for him to explore etc. etc. while Jada sat sullenly, staring at her hands.

The red-headed boy next to him got tired of this. "You know, Malfoy," he started. "If you knew where Jada really was during summer, and what she was actually doing, yours would pale by so much in comparison-"

Jada's eyes had snapped up, and she motioned for Ron to stop, but when he didn't, she and Hermione hissed, "Ron!"

Remus was glad none of them were looking to him, or this would've been awkward. Malfoy sat forwards and looked at Jada's eyes. "Jada? What aren't you telling me? What haven't you told me?"

Jada kept silent. She seemed apprehensive to say anything at all, and closed her eyes. "Nothing."

"It's not nothing!"

Jada kept her eyes closed. Malfoy sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Fine. Fine. Alright."

While Jada still had her eyes closed, the brow-haired girl motioned at Malfoy to follow her out of the compartment.

The two redheads stood as well. "Are you alright, Jada?" the boy asked. Jada nodded her head, her eyes still closed. The two of them glanced at each other and left the compartment.

Once they were out, Jada's eyes snapped open and they met Remus's gaze. "You heard everything we said."

Remus thought there was no point lying. "Yes," he sighed. "Yes, I did. But no worries, as I know what you're talking about."

Jada's eyes widened. "You're a demigod? You're older than your twenties, and you're still alive?" her gaze was filled with shock and admiration, and Remus's spine chilled at the fact that it was surprising to be alive while you were older than twenty.

"No. I'm not a demigod, however, I was once close friends- very close friends, with your parents."

Jada's eyes went soft, and faded to a baby blue color. "Oh," she said softly.

Remus looked down. "Yeah. I'm sorry. That you lost them. And… about everything that happened this summer."

Jada looked at him with the eyes of a sad puppy. Remus's heart couldn't bear it, so he looked away. But he had already realized that now that he had met her, he wanted nothing more than to make up for those years when he should've been there for her- to protect her from monsters, to give her emotional support, to care for her unconditionally and unlimitedly. He knew he would never betray her the way this Luke boy had betrayed her. He vowed that he would care for her this year, and love her as his own daughter, the way he should've done so 13 years ago.

The darkness was creeping into her bones, and she saw imaged flash before her eyes. Luke's camp necklace being ripped from his neck. His pleading eyes as he begged her to leave with him and join the titan army. Thalia's face as she said her last words to Jada, telling her to run. The photo she found on the picnic blanket as the realization told her she would never, ever get those days back where she had Luke to take care of her and laugh with her, joke with her, make fun of her.

She saw the unfinished beach day she and Luke had. She still had pictures from that day on the IPhone Chiron had given her two years ago in cases of emergency. The day which was interrupted by the news that Percy, Annabeth, and Grover were heading to the Underworld. Then the images drifted to when she was standing above the pit which led to Tartarus, looking down at utter blackness as she tried to encase her hammering heart and her uneven breathing as the pit sucked her. She heard herself mini-scream as something which felt like a large fist closed around her.

She snapped out, gasping for air as she looked around. It was dark, and Remus was kneeling beside her. She had somehow gotten on the ground.

"W-what happened?" She gasped again.

"It was a dementor."

"Oh," Jada replied, not sure what that meant. "Ok."

She stood. "I'm fine now. I'll be alright. I just need to get some air. I just-" her voice broke and Remus saw through the light of his wand that there were tears falling down her face. "It's alright," she cried. "I'm fine," she said again, wiping tears from her face as more continued to fall.

Remus sighed with pity. He looked at her and said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jada shook her head. "I'm fine," she whispered again while crying.

"You're clearly not, Jada."

Jada was surprised to hear him say her first name. "I'm- I'm gonna go use the washroom," she whispered, and left.

Remus sighed but didn't follow her. He needed to help her. She might not be James Potter's biological daughter, but Jada obviously considered James more of a father than she ever would consider Zeus.

He had to admit, part of him was curious to learn more of her life, and more of this boy Luke. And who was Thalia? He had more questions than answers, and it was frustrating him.

Dumbledore smiled at the Great Hall before him, McGonagall and Snape quietly arguing next to him, Lupin sitting quietly occasionally smiling at Hagrid and some students in the crowd, Sprout and Flitwick talking amiably to each other… it was the beginning of a new year.

He had heard of the commotion of the dementors on the train, and anger prickled through him again as he thought of the stupid decision the minister had made. But he sighed and let that go; there were more important things he needed to worry about as of the moment.

The Beginning of a New School Year Routine went as usual, and the feast went about normally. It was after his first staff meeting, when Severus and Minerva had stayed behind to speak to him was when some drama started up.

"When are you going to tell us about the truth of Jada Potter?" Snape hissed.

When he said this, Remus was halfway across the room towards the door. He froze for a second, and Snape saw his shoulder's tense out of the corner of this eye. He narrowed his eyes at his back. After a second, Remus continued walking.

"Wait," Snape started.

"Severus," Dumbledore said hardly.

Snape's eyes narrowed. "So he does know?" Remus had stopped at the door and had turned around and looked at Dumbledore helplessly. "I've worked for you for years, but you entrusted this person with a secret you wanted to hide from your loyal staff?" Snape snarled. "Let's not forget who he once socialized with, and who he most probably still is socializing with!"

"Severus!" Dumbledore said slightly more harshly. McGonagall had raised her eyebrows as well.

"Let me remind you once again, Severus, that this is not my secret. It is Jada's secret, so I am not the one who reveals information of such. Perhaps, one day, Jada will not feel the need to conceal this secret anymore, she will reveal the information."

"Then how, exactly," McGonagall started, "does Remus know about this?"

Remus hesitated, but in the end decided to say, "James and Lily."

"This has to do with them?" McGonagall asked.

"James, not much. But this was pretty much Lily's whole life," Remus sighed.

Snape felt something rise to his throat at the thought that Lily never mentioned any of this to him. Yet, he should've known something was different when he remembered how fast she could react and move, and how cautious she sometimes was, and how strange she sometimes acted- it was practically just like her daughter Jada Potter: she could move at the speed of light, had reflexes which would be put into use in less than a second, and sometimes turned distant and strange.

"Look, Albus, Remus," McGonagall began. "I'm not inquiring for the sake of curiousity, I am concerned on the grounds of Ms Potter's safety. With all we know, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could suddenly come back and go after Jada, and if she's in America with nobody to protect her, the dark lord would kill her in seconds!"

Remus couldn't supress a short, bitter laugh. "I doubt Jada would have any trouble protecting herself from the likes of someone like Voldemort."

Too late, Remus realized what he said, and couldn't do anything to take it back.

Both teachers stared at him, and he looked at Dumbledore for help.

"Well, Minerva," Dumbledore started, "I'm sure that satisfies your concern of Miss Potter's safety. As for you, Severus, all I can tell you right now, again, is that this is not my secret to tell, so I am not the one to ask." He then nodded at Remus and said, "Thanks for coming, Remus."

The three of them all left Dumbledore's office in silence.

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