HP/PJO (Early Last Month)

A Dark Rose's Tale

Chapter 1

The Storm and The Rose

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 1993, October 31st.

Rose Elpída Potter stood in disbelief, her mouth silently hanging open, a powerful anger built up in her and she finally lost it "No, I refuse. On my oath, I did not place my name into the Goblet of Fire, So mote it be" A powerful burst of magic filled the Hall and made the rafters shake.

"I'm afraid that does not matter Mrs. Potter, you must compete" Dumbledore calmly stated back.

Rose's face twisted into a dark grimace "No, I do not have to compete" Rose then did the only thing she could, she cast her magic outwards to whatever deity was listening with a simple request 'I must flee, help me'

Before anyone could react an immensely loud 'CRACK' filled the hall and with that, Rose Potter left England.

-ADRT-

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A loud crack distracted a trio of demigods as they prepared to enter the Underworld. Charon, the ferryman of the dead heard the noise and glanced up. He watched as a young woman on the cusp between girlhood and adulthood with pitch black hair and radiant emerald green eyes fell out of nowhere to the floor. He then glanced down at his list and frowned. This girl was not on his list, not at all.

Charon frowned and said "What are you doing here love? You aren't on my list at all"

The young woman frowned and then responded in a voice with a British accent "How the bloody hell would I know? One minute I'm asking whatever deity can hear to help me get away from this stupid magical tournament, the next thing I know I'm in this place with some guy with a fake accent asking me what I was doing here. So I'll ask you instead, what the bloody hell do you think I'm doing here?"

Charon was nearly beside himself, a Brit, more then that, a magical Brit "Well, well. What do we have here then? One of Hecate's blessed mortals? How interesting, but I thought they stopped the Tri-Wizard Tournament, did they restart it?" Charon's voice betrayed a hint of excitement at the end of the sentence, he'd loved the Tri-Wizard Tournament, even back when it had been the Coliseum battles between demigods. He missed the good old days.