EvilVampireDucky : She knows Mad Eye because, in her original life (Which followed for the most part the original HP books, but with a few differences, such as being closer to Hermione, not being a boy, more cynical, I suppose one might call it… little things like that) she was taught by him and, in my mind, after Dumbledore died… I view Jude as the kind of character that, when it comes down to it, will go to the ends of the Earth to get things done. In my mind, she didn't particularly trust Dumbledore, but knew that he was her last protection from the Dark Lord. In my jumbled up mind, she went to Mad Eye and asked him to train her, and he did. She defeated Voldemort, as did Harry, but in her first life, everyone died, she found out that she was betrayed, etcetera.

jimk : My first flame! Thank you! I see your point, I do, but as of yet, Jude isn't even of Hogwarts age. I'm attempting to build her character. No, she is not like Harry. Why? Because she is still a child, but has the memories and cynicism of an eighteen year old heroine that was betrayed by the ones she cared for the most. She's not Harry, she's Judida. And her name… No, it isn't Harry-ish. Why not? I asked my mother once what she would name me if I were a boy. She would have named me , if it would have been something with the same meaning as Mercy. She told me that, had I been a boy, my name would have been Tristan Sammael. Neither name has ANYTHING to do with my names; Mercy Lenore.

mer·cy [múrssee]

(plural mer·cies)

n

1. compassion: kindness or forgiveness shown especially to somebody a person has power over

2. compassionate disposition: a disposition to be compassionate or forgiving of others.

3. something to be thankful for: a welcome event or situation that provides relief or prevents something unpleasant from happening

4. easing of distress: the easing of distress or pain

[12th century. Via French merci "thank you" Latin merces "reward, wages"]

The girl's name Lenore is of Greek origin, and its meaning is "light". Variant of Eleanor.

TRISTAN: French form of Welsh Drystan, probably meaning "riot, tumult." The change in spelling is due to association with the French word triste, meaning "sad." In Arthurian legend, this was the name of a Knight of the Round Table.

SAMMAEL (סמאל): Variant spelling of Hebrew Samael, the name of an Angel of Death, meaning "whom God makes" and "venom of God.".

So… If my mum wouldn't have named me, had I been male, a similar name to the one I have… why would Lily Potter? And while I love the flower names theme that a lot of femHarry writers have going… Lily and Petunia's mum liked flowers. Yay. Nowhere in the books is it said that Lily did. Or that she would have kept the tradition going, if it even was one. Now, I admit, since they named Harry 'Harry James', after his dad, they more likely than not would have given Jude the middle name Lily. But, I didn't like the name Judida Lily Potter, so, I didn't use it.

I haven't included magic from the HP-verse yet because no-one at Camp knows about magic yet. Or at least not that kind. Well, maybe Hacate's kids would, but as I'm trying to merge the two worlds nicely, (and because it isn't essential for this fic) in this fic, they don't. Oh, well. And yeah, I definitely could have done this one hell of a lot better. But, I'm lust beginning to work on my writing skills, and right now, they aren't nearly where they could be. Serves me right for taking art classes. This is, for the most part, a rough draft, and come six months from now, I may very well read it, stare at it in shock, then fall off my chair laughing at my own stupidity.

Right now, it's just for fun. I'm still plotting it out, since I have several different plots laid out, and I'm still meshing them into the one I'm actually writing. *shrugs* Thank you jimk, for even othering to flame, as you dislike it so much. I appreciate the criticism.

NOW, I think that's one page enough of ramblings/responses to my first ever flame (thank you so much! Again!) so ON WITH THE FIC!

A few months passed, and Jude got anxious. She played with Hestia and Clarrise, and Annabeth and Luke, and practiced her demigod ailities and her magical ones. She got several ideas from the Hecate kids, when they practiced magic, even though it was so different from normal wizard magic. Then again, all magic had originated with Hecate, even before that was her name. Wizards had just changed the way they used it.

But, back to her anxiousness. She knew that it wasn't because of the Hogwarts letter or other magic school letter that she expected to com, she knew that much. But she didn't know why she was anxious. It was especially bad one day when she was tossing and turning in Father's cabin; sleeping in there, near her wand, always soothed her a little. Letting out a soft scream of frustration, Jude threw her covers off and swung herself off of the bed. Grabbing, a couple of her fire rocks from Daddy, (she was paranoid, okay? Hadn't that already been established? And gods, she should stop talking to herself…) she slipped on her shoes and padded across the cool marble floor to go to the loo; maybe some water would calm her down.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror-y bronze doors. She made a face. She had always been small, even smaller in Judida's life, but for her fathers' sakes, she looked like she was eight or nine! Grumbling, Jude made her way to the loo. It looked stormy. Odd, it never stormed near the Camp. Her father's were probably fighting again. Maybe there was some stock to Annabeth's new conspiracy theories after all. But what would have been stolen? Someone's symbols? Not likely. Jude stilled, though, when she heard some strange roar, accompanied by a flash of lightning.

Stay safe, or see what's happening. Stay safe, or see what's happening. Stay safe, or see what's happening, Jude debated with herself. On one hand, she didn't want to see something happen like had happened to her sister. On the other… on the other, she really, really wanted to make sure it didn't happen again. The thing - whatever it was - roared again. Jude set her jaw and ran toward Half Blood Hill. A few minutes later. Oh, gods.

There was a Minotaur. Jude felt frozen as she watched Pasiphae's son clench his fists around a woman's throat, and the woman dissolved in a… flash of gold light? The Minotaur didn't do that… It looked more like a gold lighted Portkey than anything else. The Minotaur was snuffling the satyr and the boy stripped off his red jacket.

"Hey!" Jude heard him scream, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!"

Oh that idiot!

They were closer now, and Jude ran the rest of the way up the hill, ignoring her panic at being so close to the edge of the wards after so long being safe inside them. The Minotaur charged at the boy, too fast. Jude's eyes widened, and she acted on instinct. Jerking her arm, she moved the boy out of the way, before the monster could get to him.

The Minotaur's head slammed into Thalia's tree, and then he staggered around. Jude was still a few feet away, and in the wards. The boy wasn't. The storm was getting worse, and Jude refrained from screeching at her Father. Or Dad. Whichever one was being a prick. The Minotaur bucked, like a bull, and the Satyr - I thought it might look like Grover, but I wasn't too sure - groaned something about food. The Minotaur wheeled toward them. Stupid goat-boy!

Jude used the already raging wind to move the goat-boy. He hit the tree and rolled down the hill… Oops? The Minotaur didn't seem to notice the goat boy move and charged at the boy. The boy tensed and ripped the Minotaur's horn off. And then the boy's head smacked against a rock. Jude glanced at her sister's tree, and ran out of the wards, to the Minotaur. The boy was groggy and staring at the horn like he was trying to put something together.

Jude jumped onto the Minotaur's back and held him in a chokehold. She didn't really have a plan - maybe electrocuting it with her shield? - She really should have counted on him being like a bull. She squeezed her eyes shut, and when just she felt like she was about to be flung off - she fell into a pile of yellow powder. She blinked a bit and saw the boy, his knees shaking, looking at her. Jude pulled herself up. The storm had stopped. Stupid fathers…

Jude grabbed the boy's hand. "Come on. Your satyr's inside the wards. S'okay now." She didn't think he heard her.

He walked with her to the Big House. He was crying, and calling for his mom. Was she… was she that woman that had disappeared? She wasn't dead, as far as Jude could tell, but did the boy know that? Jude wasn't sure, it was always so hard to tell if a certain mortal was dead or not. He grabbed the satyr when we reached him, and dragged him with us. It definitely looked to be Grover, now. They had reached the Big House, and the boy collapsed onto the wooden porch as Annabeth and Mr. Chiron came out.

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Annabeth looked art me, and Chiron asked in a worried tone, "Jude, what happened?"

Annabeth whispered, "He's the one, he must be."

Chiron gave her a look.

I gulped. "Minotaur, Chiron. I-I heard the lightning, and the roar when I went for some water. I, erm, moved Grover-" she glanced to make sure that she had been right about who the goat boy was - "into the wards and jumped on it's back and then he - I don't know what the boy did, I think he killed it with it's own horn and I-I-" She was babbling. Why in the name of the gods would anyone want to leave the wards? Jude had spent most of her life in them, from 4, to Hogwarts, to Camp. What idiot would leave them?

Jude vaguely heard Annabeth yelling at her for leaving the wards, and equally absently followed Mr. Chiron to a guest room, where the boy was set on a bed. Jude remembered sitting on a chair next to the dark haired boy. He looked around twelve-ish.

The last thing that she remembered thinking before she passed out was that the boy looked one heck of a lot like her Dad.

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It was a week until the boy woke up. He was conscious a few times, and Jude knew that Annabeth had been watching him - she thought he was her ticket out of Camp, apparently - and Luke watched him, too. Luke was nice like that. He finally came around after he had been moved to a deck chair and some ambrosia and nectar had been set on a table next to him. Grover was there. Jude didn't quite know what had happened, she had been in her Dad's cabin with Alice Ridley at the time, but she did see him a while later, when he had been led to the cabins. He looked at Hestia and Jude, who were tending the fire, but he just went into the cabin.

"Why don't people talk to you, Hestia?" Jude asked as she saw the boy go into Hermes Cabin.

Hestia made a noncommittal gesture. "They just don't Jude. "

Jude scowled. "They should. It's silly not to."

Jude glared at the assorted cabins, watching as Annabeth lead the boy, Percy, his name was? Into Hermes Cabin. The boy tripped, and Jude turned back to the fire, absently brushing some dust from Alice Ridley's dress.

AN/AR: Thank you for reading! I'm probably going to have to go over Percy's time at Camp, from Judes point of view, and around that time, I'm having Jude get her letter. Maybe after he gets back… I'm not sure yet. Also: I have three or four plots that I made that I can still use at this point, so, I would really love everyone's opinions on which school to send Jude to;

Salem Witches Institute

Hogwarts School

New York Magic High

And lastly, have her go to Beauxbatons.

I'm honestly not very happy with the story as it is, and Im hoping that focusing o it more will help… I may end up posting some other fics and plot bunnies that won't leave me alone before I update again. Thank you all for reading, and I hope I'm doing a better job than I think I am!

Mercy. 6/29/2010