The "Harry Potter" Saga, belongs to J.K. Rowling. The Saga "The Chronicles of Camp Half-Blood", belongs Rick Riordan.
Three Odd Demigoddesses.
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Being a daughter of Athena meant being very clever, being a born strategist and (if she was a witch, born in England, as she was in her case) being ready to go to Ravenclaw house.
Yes.
That's how she was: Veronica Cedrella Weasley. Daughter of Arthur Weasley and Pallas Athena. (Even if she didn't know about that, that much... at the start at least)
Her hair was a standard shade of red, not like the orange, which featured on Molly, Arthur, and their other children, plus her eyes were gray, like her mother's.
Veronica used to be very good at strategy games, like chess or Go (a kind of Checkers fused with Chess, one side has white pieces and the other black ones, and the objective is to surround the opponent), she used to enjoy Fred and George's antics and plans, but as she grew up, she began to notice something around her: She began to notice how monsters, or "magical creatures" used to appear to attack her family, from Minotaurs out of nowhere, passing through griffins, giant scorpions and giant vultures, but quickly these used to be repelled by the magical barrier around the house made by their parents.
She would be six years old, when she would listen to a conversation between her father and her stepmother. Molly had never hidden from her that she hated her, she even used to remind her that she was a stain on her previously perfect marriage, she used to tell her that she was the daughter of a random whore, by whom her father had been seduced, and that she had to thank being alive and in that house.
"All this is the fault of that brat! Molly yelled angrily at her husband who remained calm. " Why can't you understand? You should have sent her to an orphanage house, but no: you had to accept her, you couldn't ...!"
"I'm going to ask you, my dear, never to doubt my love for you, or the love I have for each of our children; Well, they are the most important thing I have, and I thought I had already explained Veronica's delicate situation to you." Arthur said very calmly.
"Do you really want me to believe she's a demigod?" Molly asked in a teasing tone, which Veronica heard perfectly. "She can't even read properly."
"She is the daughter of a Greek goddess, her brains are ... programmed, as it were, to read ancient Greek." Arthur explained, who seemed not even trying to make her understand. "The monsters are children of Typhon and Echidna, who are even to this day, at war with the Olympian gods, and consequently, with all their children." Molly opened her mouth, but Arthur was faster. "Being that Veronica is the daughter of a goddess, who has a seat on the Olympic council, then it is normal that she is attacked so often." And this is it, what I will say about this conversation. It's not Veronica's fault that we get attacked, nor do I want to hear you saying this to any of the kids, nor do I want you near Veronica."
The gray-eyed redhead went up to her room and locked herself in it, went over to her bed and sat there, in the dark, thinking about everything that had happened, about everything she had heard from her father and stepmother. . A soft knock on the door scared her, she saw a shadow under the door, from the light filtering through, but she didn't move. A paper slid under the door, he took the paper, and he noticed two small objects, inside.
Dear Veronica.
I know you just heard the talk I had with Molly. I know you have a lot of questions, but right now I fear a lot for your life.
I don't know if I can continue to trust Molly, nor do I know when we will be attacked again, much less which monster will come after you, because of your natural smell, something that, according to your mother, only monsters can notice.
Read what the coin says, and you will literally have something with which to defend yourself, then pack your things, and hold in your hand the hair clip that you will find in the letter, it is a magic object called Portkey, which will take you to the only safe place , in all the earth, for a girl as special as you.
Loves you: Your father, Arthur W.
She smiled. "I love you too ... Dad," she thought, before getting out of bed, opening the chest at the foot of her bed, and taking out a travel bag, which Charlie had enchanted so that it hardly seemed to have a bottom. She went to the closet and put her clothes in, put the letter in, and made sure not to do anything, that could trigger the activation of the Portkey, instead she grabbed the coin, there was something written on it. "Strategy before force" she whispered, to his surprise, it transformed into a double-bladed Greek sword, made of bronze. "Wow." she whispered the word again and it turned into a coin, which she placed in a tiny cloth bag, put on some pants and tied the small rope from the bag to the pants, making sure to have everything in the bag.
She opened the door and went down the stairs, then she felt silly, remembering the Portkey. Seconds later, she heard a knock, something had just hit the house, she ran out, she saw two ogres. "Are they looking for me?" She wondered, took the hair clip, felt as if a hook grab her from behind her navel and then she was forced into a very narrow tube, followed by that, she saw a blue light.
Finally, she could see, that she was in a place very far from the burrow, before her, there was a sign.
Olympus Camp.
Keeping young heroes safe from harm (mostly) for over millennium.
Somewhat indecisive, she took a couple of steps forward, entering the place. She bumped into a certain daughter of Hermes, who welcomed him. "Welcome to camp, I'm Leslie Green."
"Y ... I'm ... Veronica Weasley." What is Camp Olympus? But instead of answering her, she only brought her before Fame and Kiria.
"You'll find out in a few minutes," Leslie said, alighting before the Nymph and the Centaurid. "Miss Fame, Miss Kiria, she just arrived at Camp."
"Thank you, my dear," said the Centaurid. "Welcome to Camp Olympus, I'm Kiria, you have many questions, right?"
"Yes, I do," Veronica assured.
Fame and Kiria explained to her that the simple fact of having been able to enter the camp was because she was a Demigoddess, she was special and that amazed Veronica, who was willing to perform those tests of which she heard Fame speak, Kiria and Leslie.
"Look at the sons of Ares and Mars, for example: always having obstacle course competitions, or having fights in our modest coliseum, they are the main ones in charge of training other demigods and you can see them, fighting in almost anywhere on campus." Kiria said. Veronica nodded, the Centauride grabbed the redhead by the neck of the shirt, thus preventing her from colliding with the back of a son of Ares, who fell rolling at Veronica's feet, the boy got up smiling, wiped the blood from his lip and he lunged at another boy, who was waiting for him, with a ready fist. "Or you can take a look at Athena's cabin: Thousands of books and scrolls, tables set up for learning, building materials, models of all kinds, construction plans. The Demigods always have something of their parents. They always have some skill, or something. The sons of Athena are very clever, the sons of Apollo are archers and excellent in the arts. The children of Aphrodite have magical control over clothing, makeup and jewelry, they can change their physique, they can influence others with their Speech Charm."
"My father never told me about my mother, as my stepmother was always present. My father is ... he's a wizard, and he gave me a letter, along with an object which transported me here and a sword," Veronica said, as she showed them the letter, the brooch, and the Drachma. "Strategy before strength." The drachma transformed into a celestial bronze sword. The redhead gulped, turning the sword back to being a Drachma. "My family has been attacked by magical creatures, many times and ... I was thinking of their well-being when I escaped the house, even if it was thanks to the Portkey." Seeing them confused, he told how little he understood. "As I already said: my father is a wizard, and he gave this hair clip the ability to take me to safety, here, to this camp."
"Okay, in that case, you'll have to try to pass some tests, which are ..." Kiria tried to find the most suitable word.
"Rituals of acceptance in the camp, or something like that?" Veronica asked.
"Not exactly," Kiria said. "All demigods have something from their parents." The sons of Apollo are good with the bow because it is in their blood, those of Ares are strong and good mainly with the sword. All the demigods have something that characterizes their parents, and the ones that must be tested the most are the Greeks, since they do not have a tattoo, but can be claimed at any time.
"Claimed?" She asked a little confused.
"Demigods being recognized by their parents, at any time, or at the least expected moment," said a voice, behind Veronica, the red / scarlet girl, offered her hand. "I am Artemis Evans, newcomer; daughter of Jupiter.
"Veronica Cedrella Weasley." She introduced herself."
The blue-eyed girl smiled. "My first name is Harriet, my second is Lily, but I hardly ever use it." Tell me redhead, ready to test you?
Veronica frowned. "You are not the most suitable, to point out my hair color, red."
"Scarlet, for you, pretty," she said, smiling, making the gray-eyed redhead blush, the Roman girl turned and wiggled her hips, attracting the view of the newcomer.
"Come on Veronica, I think I know what you set out to do, and it would be nice to start seeing what things you're good at," Kiria said, guiding the redhead to a climbing wall, which spewed lava, as an added challenge. The wall was surrounded by fiery lava, and there were wooden platforms, which did not burn. "Don't be afraid Veronica, lava doesn't kill."
"It burns our clothes, so you should always have an extra change on hand if you want to do this," Harriet said with a smile.
"She likes to prove herself," Kiria specified.
Veronica was amazed, when she saw the scarlet-redhead running through the logs that prevented them from touching the lava on the ground, reaching the wall and starting to climb it; he gave a little screech, as the lava began to pour out; but "Lily" jumped from her footholds, to others and jumped, clinging to other footholds, jumped and grabbed a rope, by which she kept climbing, jumped and grabbed a ledge, she was almost at the top , came to the end and rang the bell, then dropped, leaned, fly away and fall safely, in a pile of snow, that she herself summoned.
"It's your turn, gray-eyed," Harriet said with a smile.
"Before this, I think Veronica should try something simpler," Kiria said, leading her to an obstacle course.
"This is not difficult," the scarlet redhead said calmly. "I think you're too soft on us, Kiria." Anyway, let's see how you do it.
Veronica frowned, boy that girl was quite challenging, she seemed to want something bigger. Even so, she was not there, to be the plaything of a daughter of Jupiter or Zeus, but to protect her family. She made the obstacle course, she was taken to see how she handled herself with different weapons, such as the bow, the sword, the spear, the hunting knife, among others. They explained to him that the weapons were a badge of the divine parents, and that this could help him to glimpse who her father (or mother) was.
In Veronica's case, knives, mostly throwing knives, but even so, knives proved to be her forte, so she took a few that were throwers and a couple of longer, wider bladed knives to fight them, wielding them.
Later, she was brought before the children of Ares / Mars, as long as one of them taught her to fight, at which point, above Veronica's head, the hologram of an owl appeared.
She was a daughter of Athena.
"What about you, Scarlet? Veronica asked rather curious. "Have you already been claimed?" She asked, pointing up at the hologram, which began to fade.
Harriet nodded, and as if that didn't matter, she removed her shirt, turned around, showing the eagle tattoo. "I am the daughter of a Roman Olympian, and I am also the daughter of the king." She smiled in a predatory way. "You know, red, I have a target on my back, and at any moment in Styx it will come on me, to kill me. You are lucky to be the daughter of Athena. In general: being the daughter of any deity, except one of the Big Three, is good."
"Why do you say that?" Veronica asked.
"During World War II, many demigods participated, and the demigods of them three: My brothers, the children of Uncle Sea and Uncle Underworld, almost destroyed the world, because we are usually very powerful. The three of them swore, that they would never have children again, they swore it by the most sacred: The River Styx." A mysterious, unrecognizable chill ran down Veronica's spine. "But my father broke his oath, and sooner or later the Stygian will come for me." They have explained to me that he cannot go after my father, because he is an immortal.
"Veronica, Harriet," called a boy with whom Artemis had not yet spoken a word, he had brown hair and gray eyes, son of Athena, as was Veronica. "They've appointed me to help them with their studies, okay?" They both nodded and followed him, to a place where other demigods were already there, there were also other magical creatures (like Nymphs). "Welcome little sister, I'm Dilan Craig." Usually, the children of Athena, we are ... geeks, we are brilliant, and sometimes."
"Forever!" Cried a demigod and the others laughed, including Dilan.
"Always," he corrected. "We usually give certain studies and knowledge to the other demigods."
It was a class on history, mythology and some architecture, then he let them go.
Both redheads began to train together.
Harriet taught Veronica the fencing that she learned from Megan, Coralia and Gabriela, the daughter of Athena, learned by leaps and bounds.
Trust was forged between the two.
Not friendship, but trust.
- / - / - / -
In England, more specifically in Surrey-Little Whinging, in house # 4 on Privet Drive, there was Albus Dumbledore, accompanied by Breakers of Curses and all kinds of geniuses of hexes, curses, all kinds of enchantments, before a tree that carried there, for several weeks, that tree into which Harriet "Potter" -Evans had become, and now Albus wanted to act as a supposed savior, for a girl supposedly trapped in that tree.
After a few diagnostic spells, in addition to the memories provided by Albus and the Aurors who survived the combat against the Obscurus, the experts began to look at what could be done, to free the girl transformed into a tree.
Albus hoped it would be soon, there are only a few years until 1991, when Artemis Potter would have to enter Hogwarts, and begin her training to one day defeat Voldemort.
The future existence of the English Magic World depended on that girl supposedly trapped in that tree.