Queenie: Hello, dears, I just wanted to remind all of you that I wanted to change up two of my Harry Potter crossovers. Like my HP/True Blood crossover and HP/Twilight crossovers. And I have an idea for at least one of them. I'm thinking of taking my HP/TB crossover and making it a HP/DC (comics/universe) crossover. I mean, I have a PJO/Marvels crossover, so I thought since DC has all these movies coming out that I can do a story with them. So this is what I kind of have planned right now.

Isadora Malfoy is now going to be living in Smallville where she'll meet the Kents. She and Clark are who I'm going to pair with, but there's going to be a bit more drama in their relationship than some of the others pairings I've done. Like, Lois Lane slightly getting in between Isadora and Clark in the future. And it's going to be a bit darker than my other stories. I just thought it'd be something new to try, and I hope you like where I go with it once I get to truly start it.

As for the HP/Twilight crossover, I'm not sure what I'll change it to yet, but I'm open to suggestions, so please send them. Thank-you.

Now, on with the chapter. I hope you like it.

I frowned looking down at my new attire. After being found by Ned's wife, whose name is Catelyn, she took me to a room that I would call my own. It was a decent sized room with a large bed that was covered in furs. I'm sure I would be very happy to have those furs tonight when I rest. This place really is cold, and I'm not sure my attire is going to keep me much warmer. After settling in slightly, Catelyn had returned with a dress she said her eldest daughter had made herself.

It was a very blue dress with thick material around the neck and sleeves as if trying to keep the cold air out. However, there was definitely a draft coming from underneath the dress that the black tights and boots weren't keeping away. Besides, I didn't see how women moved in these things. I felt as if I'd trip the second I try to walk forward. And if I ever had to fight, I'd never be able to do so in this thing. I appreciate they're giving me clean clothes, but I'd much rather wear my own. Especially my own underwear because what they have here…well, let's just say I'm feeling completely uncomfortable.

"I suppose I'll just have to live with it though." I said to myself.

There was then a knock on the door, which had me looking away from my current outfit.

"Come in." I called.

The door opened revealing Jon, which had me blinking curiously. I wasn't expecting him.

"I was told to bring you down to supper." Jon said. "If you're ready."

I sighed supposing there was no time in just putting back on my other clothes. Besides, I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings by not wearing the dress.

"I'm ready." I said then picked up the front of the dress slightly. "I just hope I can make it without falling."

I took a hesitant step forward while nearly catching my foot in the bottom of the dress. I did stumble partially, which had Jon quickly stepping forward to catch my arm. He let out an amused laugh that had me frowning up at him.

"Oh, I am so glad you find amusement in this." I said. "You try wearing this thing."

I nearly hissed out the last word as if the dress I was wearing was some kind of deathtrap just waiting to trip me to my doom. Jon continued to grin in amusement, but he kept his chuckles mostly to himself.

"Have you never worn a dress before?" He asked as he let go of my arm once I was balanced again.

"Not in a very long time." I replied. "And never one this long. Where I come from women don't have to wear dresses, and it's not seen as odd when a woman wears trousers like men."

I mentally frowned when I realized I used the word "trousers" instead of "pants". Sometimes letting go of the words I used in the forties was harder to do. Trousers was barely used anymore. At least where I came from. I came out of my thoughts to look at Jon who had a thoughtful look on his face. He finally looked at me again as I wondered what he was thinking.

"I might have some old trousers you can wear." Jon said. "I've outgrown some that we can probably adjust for you. Maybe even some old shirts of mine. You might have to wear dresses from time-to-time, but this way, you won't have to all the time."

I stared at Jon a bit surprised he'd offer to do this for me, but I soon smiled a genuine smile at him.

"Thank-you." I said. "I'd really appreciate that."

Jon nodded his head then motioned for me to go on. I took a deep breath before stepping forward again. I managed to get a few steps past my door before I stumbled again, which brought a laugh from my companion. I shot him a dirty look, but he just kept grinning.

"Here," He said stepping forward to offer his arm. "Let me help you. Don't want you falling and dirtying your clothes before supper."

I bit my lip slightly unsure, but soon reached out to take his arm. He started forward at a slow pace as if not to rush me, which I was grateful for. With his help we managed to make it to the dining hall where it seemed the rest of the Stark family was waiting. I saw Ned at the head of the table with Catelyn to his right then Robb to his left. Next to Robb there was a girl with flaming red hair, and across from her was a little boy who could be no older than five. Catelyn was gently stroking his hair as the boy next to him, who looked to be nine or ten, turned to look at Jon and me curiously. Across from him was Arya who smiled slightly when seeing me.

"There you two are." Ned said smiling. "We were beginning to think you had gotten lost."

"I apologize, Lord Stark, for keeping you waiting." Jon said while tossing an amused grin in my direction. "Celena was finding it difficult to walk in her new attire."

I hit his arm for telling them that, and it had to be hard because he winced while stepping away to rub the arm I hit. Robb chortled from where he sat as the brown-haired boy and Arya giggled.

"I'll get the hang of walking in this thing." I said to Jon as I carefully walked forward. "You'll see."

I heard Jon grumble about me being rough for a girl as he followed me towards the table. He went over to sit next to the boy, so I decided to plant myself next to Arya. I even managed to get over to her without a single stumble.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting." I said.

"It is fine, Celena." Ned said. "I am just glad you could join us. Now, I believe you aren't acquainted with all my children."

I nodded my head because I was unsure who the older girl was or the two youngest looking boys were.

"This is my eldest daughter Sansa." Ned said gesturing towards the redhead.

Sansa gave me a shy smile, which had me smiling at her in return. She seemed like a nice enough girl.

"Beside my wife is Rickon, our youngest." Ned continued. "Then there is my middle son Brandon."

"You can call me Bran." Brandon said smiling wide.

"Alright then, Bran." I said nodding once. "Then you may call me Lena. Only a few privileged people get to call me that."

Bran's smile widened when I said that as Catelyn smiled seeming happy we were getting along. Supper was soon served after that with the Starks and Jon digging in. However, I didn't touch my food quite yet. I bit my lip with a tilt of my head.

"Celena, is everything alright?" Catelyn asked. "Are you not hungry?"

"No, I am." I said nodding. "It's just my people make sacrifices to our gods before eating. We always give them a portion of our food as tribute for them helping us guide us through our lives. I did not want to seem rude by giving sacrifice when you're so nice to give me food."

But I did want to eat so badly, but I feel as if not giving tribute would led to something bad. I need the gods' guidance more than ever now after all.

"Celena, do not think you have to forgo your ways while amongst us." Ned said. "Please, do what you must to feel comfortable."

"Thank-you." I said then took a large chunk of meat off my plate.

I stood up while going over to one of the fire pits in the hall that lit up the place and kept it warm. I felt eyes on me, but kept my own on the fire.

"Στους θεούς (To the gods.)." I said then threw the meet into the fire.

The meat was instantly incinerated with the smell of meat wafting through the air. I closed my eyes while sending out a silent prayer to any god who would listen that someone explain what my purpose was here. After the prayer, I returned to the Starks and Jon at their table.

"So you toss food into the fire and your gods accept that as a sacrifice?" Arya asked curiously.

"Yes." I said as I went to eat finally. "Though in the very distant past people were sacrificed to the gods."

Things went quiet, which had me pausing in popping some meat into my mouth. I looked up seeing the wide-eyed looks I was being given.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked confused.

Ned cleared his throat, which seemed to snap everyone else out of their stupor.

"People were sacrificed to your gods?" Ned asked.

"Yes." I said. "Though not all sacrifices were killed. Some sacrifices—mostly the women—became the gods' lovers, which had to the first few half-bloods being born. Or the sacrifices were like servants to the gods. Only a few gods accepted the actual lives of people as sacrifice."

My father being one of those gods, but that was back during different times, so I wouldn't judge.

"Half-bloods?" Robb asked looking at me curiously.

"Half-bloods are the mortal children of the gods." I explained. "We are called half-bloods because we are half-human and half-god."

"So if you're half good, does that mean you have gifts?" Bran asked looking excited.

I said nothing though then I had Bran's own shadow reach up to poke his shoulder. He jumped before turning his head as did everyone else to look at the shadow. It waved at everyone before finally returning to its normal state. Everyone looked back towards me as I smiled slightly.

"Manipulating shadows is one of the few things I can do as a child of Hades, my father." I said. "Each half-blood has different powers according to who their godly parent is. I have the power over shadows, fire, earth, and the dead."

"Over the dead?" Jon asked. "What do you mean?"

I tilted my head wondering how to explain that one since my power over the dead was actually very vast.

"Well, I can communicate with spirits." I said. "I can destroy anything undead. I can summon and ban the dead from this world. In the Underworld I am known as the Undead Queen because of my gifts to command legions of undead to use as soldiers."

Nico had always had a closer bound to spirits, and even earned the title Ghost King. However, when it came to the moving undead, I had the stronger control.

"I don't like using that power much though." I said honestly. "I believe when people die they should be allowed to rest. Especially those who worked and fought so hard in life just to live."

As I said this I was thinking of the many half-bloods who had to fight nearly every day just to live. Once I die, I just want to be left be. I mean, one can only fight so hard to remain in the place of the living.

A few weeks passed as I remained in Winterfell with the Stark Family. There was still no words from the gods. It didn't matter how much I prayed for guidance. It didn't matter how long or how hard I prayed to them…they wouldn't answer. I tried to sacrifice animal after animal. I tried meditation. I tried finding nymphs and dryads who might be able to tell me the gods' plans. There was no sign of the creatures I was so used to in my world, which made me feel more alone by the day.

To try and keep myself preoccupied, I spent a lot of time with the Stark children. Though I tried to avoid Arya and Sansa's "lady lessons" as much as possible. I wasn't meant to be a lady. And the lessons seemed rather boring, so I tended to spend more time with the boys as they practiced their archery and swordsmanship skills. So far I've just been watching to study their skills, but I was itching to join them in their actual training.

Which is why today, I was pressed in some of Jon's old clothes, and not one of those hard to move in dresses. I appreciate Sansa allowing me to wear the dresses she makes. However, I just didn't feel comfortable in them, and I prefer having better movement since I could have to be in a fight at any moment. Though I'm not sure it any of the monsters I'm used to are in this world either, which actually bothered me. Doesn't mean I can let my skills become rusty. With that in mind I jumped down from the post I had been sitting on to walk towards Jon and Robb as they were fighting.

"May I cut in?" I asked them.

Both of them came to a stop to look at me as if I had a screw loose inside my head.

"I don't believe that is a good idea." Robb said. "Jon and I can be a bit rough when sword fighting."

I chuckled thinking it was funny how people of this world think are completely incapable of fighting.

"The sword I tend to wear on my back isn't for show." I said as I picked up one of the practice swords. "As I told Arya, I know how to use a sword. The question is if you two are better than me."

Robb still look as if he'd be comfortable fighting a girl even if just for training.

"It's just training." I said. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"You could get hurt." Jon pointed out.

I sighed when seeing neither of them looked as if they wanted to budge on the subject. I needed to get some sword training in, and I needed to get rid of all this excess energy. I've mostly been sitting around for the few weeks I've been here. Half-bloods weren't meant to be so still for so long.

"I'll train with her."

I turned by head seeing it was Theon who spoke as he stepped up from where he had been leaning against a post. I held back a frown as I looked at him. I honestly didn't like Theon Greyjoy. He rubbed me the wrong way, and he's like a freaking man-whore who spends way too much time at the whore house.

"You have got to be joking." Jon said. "You could hurt her."

I frowned thinking these men needed to realize women can be just as capable at fighting at them. Hades, I probably better than them.

"She's the one who wants to train." Theon said. "Maybe once she gets knocked around a bit, she'll think twice about asking to train again."

My frown deepened as my hand tightened against the sword in my hand nearly to the point I think I might snap the hilt off.

"Greyjoy," Robb began while stepping partially in front of me.

I reached out to grab Robb by the arm. He and Jon both turned towards me as I stepped forward.

"If he's the only one who will train with me then fine." I said. "You both can step back."

Jon and Robb didn't think it was a good idea, but they did slowly step backwards. Theon and I moved into the training circle while facing each other. I held my sword to the side loosely while watching my opponent closely. It was silent for a long moment before Theon quickly moved forward to strike from the side. I blocked with my sword then hooked my foot behind his. I jerked forward hard while spinning away from his sword. He was knocked onto his back with the wind being knocked out of him it seemed if that "whoosh" leaving his mouth was any indicator.

As Robb and Jon laughed at his fall, I gave him a chance to stand up since I didn't want this to end too quickly. He got to his feet with anger burning in his eyes. He obviously didn't appreciate that small humiliation I gave him. He started to circle me, but I wasn't too worried as I remained rooted in spot. He tried to come at me from behind, but a dodged as he brought his sword down towards my head. I grabbed his outstretched arm that held his sword to spin him around and force him in front of me. I swung my sword at him, and he actually managed to block it.

It seems as if he has some kind of skill. I pushed him back with a shove then went to hit him in the side with the wooden sword. He grunted at the impact while stumbling backwards. He gained his footing then came at me again. I dodged a few of his thrusting moves before swiping my sword out to force his sword downwards towards the ground. He cursed as he stumbled towards the around again. He twisted his sword making a desperate swing towards me as he was falling forward. I jumped backwards to avoid his sword as he fell to his knees. He was quick to get back on his feet to start more aggressively coming at me.

"Greyjoy, this is just training!" Robb said. "Hold back."

Theon didn't seem to hear Robb, or ignored Robb as he continued to swing at me in an aggressive manner. I sighed getting a bit bored with this fight. I decided it was time to end it. I thrust forward disarming him easily as I sent his sword flying up into the air. I then kicked him in the chest to send him to the ground on his ass. I caught his sword as it was flying down before putting it and mine to his throat in an "x" like position. If these were real swords I could easily slice his throat if not behead him right here and now. Theon glared up at me as it was silent for a moment with Jon and Robb seeming shocked by what happened. However, clapping started up behind all of us, which had us turning to see Ned standing there.

"That was very good, Celena." Ned said. "I see you have been taught well by a master of swordsmanship."

I dipped my head towards Ned before turning towards Theon to offer him my hand. I might not like the bastard, but I can least help him off of the muddy ground. He ignored me hand as he got up on his own. He marched past all of us to probably go nurse his wounded ego at the whorehouse. I feel sorry for any whore who has to deal with him today since he'll obviously feel the need to prove his masculinity after that loss. Another reason why I don't like him.

"Who taught you how to fight like that?" Jon asked as he took Theon's sword from me.

I tilted my head wondering if he forgot who I told Arya was my teacher, or perhaps he hadn't heard me say his name.

"Chiron." I replied. "He has trained half-bloods for over three-thousand years."

I missed Chiron. I still desperately needed his guidance. Hades, I'd take Mr. D at this point as long as I got some kind of answers. I wonder how much longer the gods would remain silent.

I tilted my head as I looked around my surroundings. They were familiar to me unlike what I've been seeing for the last few weeks.

"It's the camp." I said as I walked forward. "I'm home."

I smiled though then frowned when noticing it was too quiet for this time of day. Usually the place would be bustling with the campers moving around as they did their training for the day. Or they would be heading for the pavilion while chatting about their triumphs in the recent camp games or on the quests they took.

"Isn't this home?" I murmured. "Where is everyone?"

"Not exactly, my daughter."

I whirled around seeing my father standing there shrouded in darkness as usual. However, it was so good to see him. Maybe finally I would get some answers.

"Are you saying this is a dream?" I asked him.

He nodded his head to me as he took a seat on the skeleton throne that appeared behind him. Suddenly the scenery changed again to his throne room in the Underworld. Hades remained in his throne as I wondered if I would finally be told my purpose in the strange world I was placed in.

"It has taken some time to reach you." Hades said. "Speaking with our children when they are worlds away is always difficult. I'm sure you have questions for me."

I frowned at him while feeling angered by his casual tone. It angered me that he didn't seem the least bit apologetic for leaving me in the dark for so long. And if he knew it would be hard to reach me once I was sent here, why not tell me before he sent me off with no warning whatsoever? Besides, on the first day I was here he managed to speak with me, so what changed that?

"Of course, I fucking do!" I snapped my anger overtaking me. "I suddenly find myself in unfamiliar territory with you giving me vague sentences on what you want me to do. But when I need serious answers, you and every other god and goddesses has gone completely silent! I prayed, I sacrificed as many animals I could get my hands on to you and the gods—and still nothing! Why am I here?"

Hades was silent for a moment as he just stared at me. I remained silent as well knowing I just yelled at the King of the Underworld. He could have me floating down the River Styx with just a snap of his fingers if he wanted. However, a part of me didn't care at the moment.

"Celena, do you not remember the prophecy given to you?" Hades finally spoke.

Of course, I remember that prophecy. It has been bugging me ever since Rachel gave it to me. I have wondered for so long what it could mean.

"You see, the family that has taken you in…The Starks." Hades continued. "Their family motto is 'winter is coming', and I'm sure that sounds familiar to you."

My eyes widened partially since that very phrase had been part of the prophecy given to me.

"In this world that phase means summer is ending, which means a war is coming." Hades said. "A war you will have a part in."

"What?" I asked completely shocked.

"You will take part in the war to come to this war." Hades repeated. "Percy Jackson became the champion of the war with the Titans. You will become the champion of this world. You will win any war you must for those you deem are in the right. You will choose how long this winter lasts. Will you end it quickly, or will you let it stand with no summer days in sight? It is your destiny to decide if this world will survive or not."

I couldn't believe my ears. Why was it up to me to decide the fate of another world? A world I never knew of until I arrived here without warning.

"What do you and the other gods owe this world?" I asked. "What is our connection to tis world?"

"As you know, we gods have many incarnations." Hades said. "Even here, but unlike in the world you know so well, we have no children who serve us like our Grecian children. Not to mention that they like to hide, and keep their powers hidden because they do not think it right to be born with the gifts they were given."

I felt anger burning up inside me again as I still couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"So you'd send us to your other worlds to protect others who pray to you as you go by different names…different personas?" I asked him as I stepped forward. "It's time like this where you treat us like slaves where the idea to rebel is born, father."

Anger flashed in Hades's eyes as the ground slightly shook beneath our feet. I remained firm though as I kept my eyes connected to his. It was silent as Hades and I stared at each other.

"Careful how you speak, my daughter." Hades said. "Words like that could mark you as a traitor."

"Yes, and we both know what happens to traitors, don't we?" I asked. "So you are saying I must go through a war once more. I must fight battles for your worshipers. Why me?"

"I believe you know why, Celena." Hades said. "It is always the destiny of children of my brothers and me to go great things. Whether they be of the world you were born in or another."

I shook my head not wanting to believe I want sent here to be another soldier. Sent here without any of the gods thinking if to ask me if I felt it right to be sent away from my family and friends.

"You know there is no reason to argue." Hades said. "You cannot fight fate, Celena. You will remain in this world for the remainder of your life. You best make peace with it, and prepare for the war to come."

I opened my mouth to protest once more, but felt as I was suddenly being thrusted out from where I was.

I gasped with my eyes shooting up as I sat up in my bed with a cold sweat traveling down my brow.

"Winter is coming." I whispered.

Queenie: I hope you liked the chapter. I plan to do a few more chapters before starting in season 1. And there will be more moments between her and the boys to kind of show how their relationships develop.