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Chapter 2
Helena Potter always thought that she was a smart girl. Not genius level smart, but more intelligent than most of the kids in her class.
So she had no idea why a smart girl such as herself didn't call for the nurse to take that crazy man away from her.
Mister Thanatos, or whatever his name was, claimed that he was a god. Not just any god, no, a Greek god of Death. And he was supposedly her father. He had also spent last week sabotaging her Uncle with the help of Hermes and Appolo who were gods like him. Helena had in her short life heard many outrageous stories, most of them from Dudley (most notable one being about angry giraffe eating his homework), but this must be the most shameless lie she had ever heard. She should call a nurse, or a doctor. But…
But there was an air around him, feeling of cold but comforting power, and her instincts told her to believe him. She learned to trust her insticts, they were immensely helpful when she was trying to hide from Dudley and his gang.
"Prove it", she commanded, hoping that, if his story was true, he wouldn't smite her for her demanding tone.
He didn't. He just smiled and shook his head, his incredible golden eyes softening slightly.
"Just like her mother", he murmured almost inaudibly, but she heard him and raised an eyebrow at the fondness in his voice.
"What are you…", she started, but was interrupted with sound of flapping wings. Her jaw dropped at the sight before her.
Thanatos had wings. True, honest to god, wings. They were enormous, occupying the width of the room. They weren't even complitely stretched! They were black, but with every little movement glimmered in shades of blue and purple in the dim lighting.
"Beautiful", she breathed, and then immediately blushed when his amused gaze settled on her face. He seemed entertained with her reactions so far. That was good, she thought. Even if he was her father, he was still obviously a god. She didn't want to anger a being so powerful.
"Do you believe me now?" he asked.
"Yes", Helena answered. And then the importance of his previous statement caught up with her. "Wait just a second! If you are my father, where were you all these years?! I was slaving at the Dursleys' and you didn't even check me up", she blurted and then covered her mouth with her hands. She didn't mean to yell at him!
His face closed off immediately and she flinched slightly at the anger in his eyes. His anger dissapeared as soon as he saw her fear, though. It was replaced with look of sadness and guilt. "There are laws fot the gods with children. Ancient laws that are not meant to be broken. I was not supposed to even be in the house. But I was, and then I broke most of the laws when I made sure that you are away from the Dursleys."
"Are you going to be in trouble?" she asked. She did not want her new father to be punished just for helping her even if he hadn't been there for her before. It was complitely unfair! She just found out about him.
" No, I won't, Little One." the god answered, smiling softly at her. "I am Death and most of the other gods are afraid of me. Zeus will probably tolerate interfering once or twice, but not for long. So I came here to take you somewhere safe."
"Zeus?" The name was somewhat familiar. She assumed that he was a god, but she couldn't remember which one.
"God of the Sky. King of the Gods. A lot of other titles but those two are most important", came the answer. She nodded, satisfied, until she recalled another question she wanted to ask.
"What do you mean somewhere safe? Aren't I safe here? Dursleys can't hurt me anymore."
"There are worse things than the Dursleys", Thanatos said, and then proceeded to explain about the monsters and how they hunt the demigods. She listened, her bright eyes wider the longer he talked. "It usually starts when the demigod is about eleven or twelve, but it gets worse when you find out about your heritage. And you are already powerful demigod, more so than any of my previous children", he said, not without the note of pride in his voice.
"Why?" the girl asked. She hoped it's something to do with genetics (Do gods even have genes? She'll have to ask later.) and not with somehing supernatural. She didn't know if she could take any more news like that.
"Your mother was a witch."
Well, there goes that hope.
Thanatos desperately wanted to kill the Dursleys. They told his daughter that her mother and her husband died in a car crash. Lily and James drunk! How dare they?! He will have to talk with Hades about their punishment when they die.
Thanatos loved Lily, he even liked James. He was the last Peverell and the god always favored that family. He was never jealous at their relationsip because he knew that they weren't in love. James was unable to have children due to a curse from Bellatrix Lestrange and as a Head of a pureblood House he needed an heir. Lily was pregnant without a husband in largely patriarchal society that looked down on Muggleborns. They were already friends so a decision wasn't hard one to make.
He explained everything to Helena after she told him what she knew abot her parents. He told her about magic, Hogwarts, the war and her title as the Girl-Who-Lived. Her face remained the same and he took a moment to marvel at her self-control. But her eyes betrayed her. They were bright with unshed tears as she heard about her mother's sacrifice. And they practicaly burned with anger when he told her how Albus Dumbledore was the one who put her with her relatives.
Helena was the first to break the uncomfortable silence.
"What am I going to do now when I don't have any family left?" she asked. Thanatos felt an ache in his chest when she said that. He had known, logicaly, that it will take time for her to see him as a family but he was hurt by her words nonetheless. He smiled for her sake.
"I'm going to take you to Camp Half-blood."
Chiron didn't know what to think about the new demigod.
Helena Potter was a daughter of Thanatos. He had, of course, met children of Thanatos before. The God of Death never had many children, maybe two or three since the Ancient Greece and Chiron had trained them all. But Helena wasn't like those before her.
She was more powerful than any of them but that can be attributed to her magical background. He was used to dealing with powerful campers thanks to Zeus and his many children. No, what worried him was utter lack of expression on her face when she first saw the Camp. The only indication of her wonder and suprise was a slight widening of her eyes.
He knew that she could have inherited her ability to hide emotions from her father. But it would take time to develop it to this level unless she had to in order to survive. He had seen cases like this before, with other abused children, and he knew that he will have to pay closer attention to her.
But despite her reserved nature, he quite liked the girl. She was clearly intelligent and she asked a lot of interesting questions. (He was sure that Helena was the first demigod who actually asked him about genetics on their first meeting.) And she was polite to Mr. D, too. Didn't even blink when he mispronounced her name.
Chiron sighed. Well, he will see how she adapts to the life at the Camp before he does something about the emotional trauma she must have gone through.
