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It was nightfall when Harriet enquired her granddaughter about her son.

"Perseus Regulus Jackson," Harriet remarked, smiling lightly. "I see you kept up with the tradition."

Sally handed her grandmother a cup of hot chocolate and teased her,"Well you always did go on about the stars and every single person in the family was going to be named after stars."

Aunt Narcissa did hammer in tradition into her head really really hard.

"So Percy is just a shortened version of Perseus?"

"Yes."

"But what about Regulus?" pestered Harriet. She never did imagine Regulus to be the middle name of Sally's son. The one she knew didn't really have a positive impact on her.

"Regulus is the heart of the Leo constellation. And it's also the brightest star in the constellation of Leo, which is my son's star sign," Sally explained patiently, twiddling with her hair.

"Well thought out," Harriet remarked, whilst she sipped on the hot chocolate. " What about Perseus? What's the story behind that?"

"Well, it's for good luck honestly," admitted Sally. "The original Perseus lived a good life and I wanted the same for Percy."

Perhaps I shouldn't mention that there was a Regulus in the family who had a very short life.

Determined to change the subject and learn more about her daughter, Harriet asked abruptly, "Are you happy with your life?"

It was lying in the back of her mind constantly and she really wanted to ask her granddaughter. She couldn't exactly imagine Sally to be happy with a detestable man like Gabriel Ugliano. Harriet had plans for the man, who had a long history of bad activities.

Sally raised an eyebrow and asked,"What do you mean?"

"You probably had Perseus at 18 with that boy. Married Gabe around 21. And I've heard he's a horrible, repulsive man," Harriet informed. "So, are you happy?"

"Even though there are obstacles in life that I have to get through," Sally said slowly, "I wouldn't change things for the world. I married Gabe for a reason."

"And what would that reason be?" Harriet asked, eager to know.

"To protect Percy," answered Sally strongly.

To protect Percy? Harriet stared at her granddaughter in disbelief. "What on earth are you talking about?"

Sally took hold of her grandmother's hands. "There's something I should've told you long ago."

Don't tell me that you've broken into a bank and somehow became the world's greatest criminal.

"Well, what is it Sally?" asked Harriet readily. She knew everything about her granddaughter. She even kept tabs on her after she ran away. The over-protectiveness she had for her granddaughter extended onto her great-grandson. Even if the brat is rude.

"The Gods are real."

Harriet spat out her hot-chocolate in surprise.

OK, she might be a bit delusional since I've last seen her.

She hadn't expected that. Maybe something along the lines of 'Grandma I stole your stash of The Beatles records, which I know you stole from Mrs Streng' or maybe even 'Grandma I know you're a witch'. Harriet personally didn't believe in God or Gods. All she knew that there was a higher power that governed over the world, but she was pretty sure that wasn't the equivalent of God. She knew this because of her title as 'Master of Death', something that no one needed to know about.

And all who did, well, were dead.

"What do you mean Sally?" Harriet asked, having decided on not to judge the situation yet.

"The Greek gods. They're real and go off and about having children with humans," clarified Sally. "Do you believe me?"

Her eyes, so similar to her own, were full of earnestness.

Harriet had to.

She couldn't even if she wanted to. Not when her granddaughter's eyes are full of pleas to believe in her.

"I believe you," she admitted begrudgingly before adding on suspiciously,"But why are you telling me this?"

"Percy is a demigod."

Oh Merlin!

"What?!" shrieked out Harriet. She quickly regained her composure. Demigods. She was pretty sure that they were children of gods.

"A son of a god," said Sally calmly as though she was talking about the weather.

My granddaughter and that man

"Oh Merlin," Harriet whispered. "You had sex with a god?! An immortal being?!"

Sally looked at her grandmother horrified. She was not expecting a reaction of that sort. "Grandmother!" she hissed as her face turned red, "Is that what's important right now?"

"Yes, it actually does. Tell me now, which god is it ?" asked Harriet. It would mean that boy was a god. Even though gods were immortal, surely they had to spend some time in the Greek version of hell? What was it called? Tartar? No! I've heard it somewhere. Tartarus. Ah yes, that was it.

"Grandmother!" Sally hissed, annoyed.

"Fine, so young Perseus is a demigod," said Harriet, "What is the problem then?"

"The Greek monsters are real as well."

That was when Harriet finally understood. She knew some myths herself, but the only reason for that was because of the Black ladyship. Apparently, it was a requirement to know all the stories behind each name in the Black Family tree. And so, Narcissa Malfoy, who had the unfortunate fate to be teaching Harriet- a rather troublesome student- came to Grimmauld Place to teach Harriet.

"So do these Greek monsters chase after demigods?" asked Harriet after finally making the connection.

Sally nodded in confirmation. "Yes, they do. The stronger the scent of the demigod, the more monsters they attract."

"Is that why you married that repulsive man? To protect Percy. That Ugliano man has a repulsive scent that could probably cover Percy until a certain age." Harriet said, finally understanding her granddaughter's actions, which she thought were rather reckless. Reckless but selfless.

"Yes ."

"Oh Sally," Harriet sighed as she looked at her granddaughter. "You could've just told me, you silly girl."

"The less that knew, the far better."

Harriet lunged forward to hug her granddaughter suddenly. "You know, I'm proud of you. My mother would've done the same thing as you."

"You tell me that I remind you of her."

"I never knew her. She was murdered when I was young," said Harriet sadly. She had the rare and special moments to see her mother, but eventually, those moments disappeared and seldom happened if not never happened again. Yet whenever she did happen to think of her mother, the color green would always fill her mind and she can't tell whether it was green of the killing curse or of her eyes.

"You've told me."

"There's something I have never told you," she revealed. If Sally had revealed this to her, then she should the same. "I was going to tell you but you ran away before I could do that." Actually, I was never going to tell you but oh well.

"Yes, I'm sorry about that."

"I can understand why you did that." Harriet interrupted with a gesture of understanding. PErhaps, she should tell her. And it would be another adventure. And keep things interestings. "I have magic, Sally."

Silence filled the room for a brief three seconds before it was broken the crash of the mug.

"What ?" spluttered Sally with a quizzical look on her face. "What do you mean?"

"I have magic," repeated Harriet, smiling at her granddaughter's expression of astonishment. She loved revealing her magic and taking in people' expressions of shock. Very often, they were quite ridiculous to look at.

Sally looked gobsmacked. "I-I don't understand."

"Let me show you."

Wandlessly, she levitated the broken pieces of the mug to the bin whilst looking at her granddaughter.

Noticing Sally's look of wonder, she said," Amazing isn't it?"

"Uh-huh" she whispered. Sally turned to Harriet. She wasn't aware that had her grandmother had magic. But now it sort of made sense. It explained how she washed the dishes quickly. How she managed to repair stuff. How she could keep her garden tidy and grown even in the winter.

Then Sally demanded," Ok, Grandmother, explain everything."

"I have magic. I'm a witch of course. I have the ability to change my appearance" Harriet said. She then demonstrated. In front of Sally's eyes, Harriet changed from an old lady to a young teenage girl.

"But that is just a family inherited ability," Harriet admitted. " I might as well start my tale from the beginning."

Seeing Sally's nod, she began. "My name is Harriet Lily Potter and I'm a witch. My parents, James and Lily Potter were murdered by a dark wizard when I was one. But I survived and from that point onwards, I was known as the girl-who-lived, a rather annoying moniker if you ask me. I lived with my aunt and her family. Let's just say I had an unloving childhood. When I was 11, I went to a school called Hogwarts."

She then paused, her face filled with awe. "It was the most beautiful place in the world. Nothing could compare to it. There, I was sorted into the house of Gryffindor, the house of the courage and the bravery . I had friends like any other kid. In fact, Hogwarts was the only home I had back then. Sirius was my godfather and he came into this world when I was 14. And then I defeated the dark wizard when I was 17, and so, I became the woman-who-conquered, which, frankly, makes me sound like a madwoman hell-bent on dominating the world. The Wizardingkind have…very long lives. Eventually, I got tired of my life and decided to go on an adventure. I jumped through the Veil. And that was when I landed in your world."

Of course, what she said wasn't the whole story, but it sounded far better.

Ignorance is a bliss, Sally. It's better to know the lie than the truth.

"OH MY GOD!" a voice yelled out in awe.

Standing by the door side was Percy. He was in his pyjamas and was, clearly, wide awake.

"Percy!"

"That is sooooo cool!" exclaimed Percy as he skipped over to Harriet, who merely glared at him.

"Young man, why aren't you in bed?" reprimanded Harriet. Why on earth did she not check, whether the coast was clear when she started her story?

"I was thirsty," replied Percy, pouting at her. He wasn't actually thirsty, but he personally thought it was the best excuse. He actually came for some cookies. A late night snack. Something that his mother forbids. " It's soo cool that you're a witch!"

Sally sighed at her son and facepalmed. "Percy, when did you come in?"

He looked at her and then thoughtfully said, "When Grams said 'my name is Harriet Lily Potter'?"

So, he didn't hear, but did he just mutate the word 'Grandmother'?

Sally kneeled to Percy's height and gripped his shoulders. "Percy, you have to keep this a secret okay?"

"Yes, Mom."

"You best do that Perseus Regulus Jackson."

Percy Jackson stared at his great-grandmother. Sure, he thought she was cool when he had gotten rid of Smelly-Gabe for them, but the idea of her coming to his new school to teach him and his class didn't exactly appeal to him. First of all, he wasn't exactly sure how she even managed to get into his school to be teaching. He was pretty sure it was illegal. Secondly, she was a tiny bit bad-tempered (note the sarcasm) and didn't really have the patience to be dealing with children, especially with ones with ADHD, like him-(she was the most impatient woman in the world). Thirdly, he so knew that she was going to watch him like a hawk.

"What do you mean you're coming to my school to co-teach Latin?" he said, trying to sound normal.

"I mean exactly as I say, young man," bit back Harriet. Time served her well, one could say considering her age. Harriet was currently posing as Sally's mother in order to teach. It wouldn't do her well to have attention to herself. And she couldn't exactly teach if she was past the age of 90 in the muggle world. Magic was handy when it came to forgery.

"Why ?"

"Because it seems you can't keep to one school for a whole year," Harriet informed. "And so, I will come and accompany you and keep an eye on you."

"But bu-"

Harriet interrupted him. "Don't worry, I'll hide our relationship. I won't tell a soul."

That seemed to satisfy Percy. He grumbled a barely heard ' thank you' before climbing into the taxi.

Harriet sighed. "Young people these days."

Harriet marched through the hallways of Yancy Academy and entered the teacher's staff room. She went towards the coffee machine and poured herself a drink. Making a frown at the bitterness of it, she heard a laughter.

"I assume you are Miss Potter," said a relatively young man, " I'm Mr Wilt, but you can call me Chris, I'm the other Latin teacher."

Harriet held out a hand, "Nice to meet you, Chris. Call me, Harriet."

"So, I'm here to discuss the Latin lessons." He began.

Harriet interrupted him. "Okie-Dokie then. You're taking culture lessons; I'll be taking the language lessons.I read your file, young man."

He looked surprised at her. "But-"

Harriet paid him no more attention and walked off to her first class. "Cheers, Chris. I hope to never you see again."

"Excus-"

Harriet slammed the door behind her and sighed as she laid her head against it. How long has it been since I talked to another adult other than Sally?

Right, first class of the day. Maybe I should take some inspiration from Snape

Her heels slapped the floor and Harriet took pleasure in hearing the piercing clicks. It sounded ominous and menacing and it reminded her of someone. Of course, Snape hadn't worn heels, but his black robes were always billowing wherever he went. Paired with his dark hair and deathly pale skin, he often sent rumours off that he was a vampire. Harriet decided to send him a coffin for Christmas as a joke. Naturally, he wasn't pleased and he gave her detentions for the rest of the term. Despite that, she had earned the eternal respect of the Weasley twins, which had unfortunately earned her the ire of other Slytherin students, but she didn't care.

She often wondered why Snape had chosen the career of a teacher. Ron had proclaimed it was because he took pleasure in seeing students acting like 'dunderheads' and just loved to roast students.

Harriet paused at the door to her Grade 10 class. Taking a deep breath, she walked in.

After she took her seat, she opened her laptop and pressed the button to turn it on. Internally, she frowned at the outrageous time it took to get to the log in area. Perhaps she could try and modify it with magic? But alas, it was a shame that electronics did not work around magic. Harriet vaguely remembered Hugo Weasley trying to make magic work with electronics, but sadly, it failed. With magic, everything seemed easy and quicker. Had she been in Hogwarts, she would've immediately set the students tasks. But no, she was in a muggle school, which was rather unlucky.

This is for Perseus, she reminded herself.

"I'm your Latin language teacher, Miss Potter," she informed her students, deciding on introducing herself. "But while I am your teacher, there are things I will not tolerate."

"Name-calling, littering, chattering without my permission, cheating and the blatant lack of disrespect for this subject," she listed off as though bored. "If I catch you, it will go into your records and any repetitions will result in a detention, supervised by me."

Seeing the quietened students, she then began the register.

"Wonderful," she remarked,"A full house."

She looked up from her laptop and with a shark-like smile, she began the lesson.

Harriet slammed the door behind her and fell on the couch. Her day had been disastrous and she couldn't believe she had to go through another torturous day tomorrow.

"So how was the first day of teaching children?" asked Sally casually as she came through the door, after coming back from work.

Harriet looked up and groaned, "It was horrible."

"Why?"

"Children are simply so immature and frankly quite annoying." Harriet ranted. "I gave out a test today and a brat just comes up to me and complains about his result!"

Sally raised an eyebrow at her grandmother. "You gave a test on the first day of school?"

"Yes," affirmed Harriet. "What's wrong with that?"

Sally put up her hands in defeat and shook her head. "I am not even going to answer that, Grandmother."

Harriet stared after her fleeing granddaughter and went back to her nap. Shakespeare was right in saying sleep was the 'balm of minds'. No! That was Macbeth!

A second later, Sally popped in and asked curiously, "Wait! What did you do about that kid who complained?"

"Oh him?" yawned Harriet as she stood up to get water from the fridge. "I gave him a minus one."

After getting her cup of water, Harriet went back to the land of dreams, missing Sally's look of incredulity.

"Grandmother you are utterly hopeless."

Wow, I honestly did not expect this much of a response to this story, but it's fully appreciated. Thank you soo much!

Fun fact- I got this idea of Harriet being Sally's Grandma whilst I was dreaming

Another fun fact- I get all my ideas from my dreams

One last fun fact-I have the unfortunate tendency to type 'Harry' instead of 'Harriet' and so, I usually just replace the name 'Harry' with 'Harriet' in one go. Thank you, Microsoft.

EDITED-2.12.17