This is the rewriting of the beginning of the story.

The cold wind slapped her face as she walked through the busy streets of London, following her senses as she tried to find a particular place in which only the blessed could go. Her face was hidden by a long coat falling on her heels, the clothing shadowed her from the Gods' view as she didn't want them to find her. It had only been a few weeks since her departure from New York to follow her desire as a traveler, to become the person she was only meant to become. People didn't look at her twice.

Perseus Jackson had been her name once. Certainly to all Gods, friends, and family, her name would stay the same, however her current name was Perseus 'Percy' Potter. 'Potter' was a noble English name of the Wizarding World. Her mother was born into one of the lesser branches of House Potter that lived in the United States. Instead of going to a magical school for her studies of magic, she had been tutored by a few Potters around the world. Sally had done everything to make sure that Percy knew how to act around the main branch of House Potter as the members of the branches spoke informally between each other. In all her life, she had never met the English main branch. At the end of her teenage years, Perseus had sat through two sets of exams at Salem, one of the excellent magical schools of America, and had passed with success. After her graduation in mundane school, instead of going to mundane university as many of her friends, Percy had become the apprentice of Dracule Ravenship. The man, an immortal and son of Lord Morpheus, had taught her many things. Three years of apprenticeship later, she had gone back to America. But she had left again and for good.

She had announced to friends and family around dinner her wish to travel through the world for years. It had not been met with enthusiasm. The dinner had been a complete disaster. Percy had left without a word, hurt by the words of friends and family, because no one could understand the burning desire of flying. Of being free from all cages. She had always been a wanderer, skipping school to go on adventures, even though her first step father had been one of the assholes that had made her life hell.

Using her fame as a veteran of two wars with the titans, Percy had requested aid from minor Gods. Then, she had made a bargain with local bandits to create fake papers in order to be free of all suspicion. And she had disappeared. It had been seven months since that dinner, she had ignored and was still ignoring all attempts to contact her. Was it wrong to live for your own dreams? Percy had gone on many quests, had survived the most horrible place and had survived two wars. Peace was earned. She deserved living the life she always wanted. The Three-in-one told her as much when she had summoned them to know of her future in exchange for gifts.

It was snowing, she quietly remarked as her eyes wandered around her. Diagon Alley was hidden by powerful wards. One of its entrances was located in London. She was sensing it — it shone, it attracted her like a magnet. As she moved through the busy crowd, Percy lifted her head, looking at the depressing sky. Dark clouds were formed, a storm was rising. It seemed her uncle was angry. She turned her head and caught sight of the entrance. It was a bar that almost no mundane dared to enter as if they were repulsed, it was probably because of the powerful aura surrounding the entrance. Percy walked on the crosswalk to join the other pavement, she entered the magical bar, feeling all eyes on her. There was a man behind the bar, washing glasses with an old piece of cloth.

"Welcome." Percy nodded politely then asked which way was the entrance of Diagon Alley. The barman smiled and led her to the back of the bar. He pulled out a wand and tapped on the bricks.

Diagon Alley was one of the oldest magical markets. It had been first created during the time of the founders of Hogwarts as the four mages were important and powerful people when they were still alive. The woman strode into main street passing a few shops on her way to the bank, or most likely an outpost of the Goblins' nation. Two guards stood at the main doors of Gringotts, armed and stoic as they surveyed people entering and leaving the building. Percy stopped in front of the steps, taking a few minutes to observe the architecture of the outpost — and the possible threats — and then she climbed the stairs. The demigod walked through the doors, she quickly found herself standing in a large and bright room. Percy frowned as she surveyed the room, noticing the goblins working on big stools while some of them were dealing with the few clients.

The distant roar of a monster didn't make her flinch, it was without doubt searching for her as it had been following her for the past few hours. Her eyes fell on the armed goblins that had come from a hidden door. The young woman didn't move as she watched them approaching her. The atmosphere was tense. Percy understood their wariness towards her. Contrary to the Wizarding world, goblins — creatures that Ares had created — knew about Gods and their offsprings. Her hand slipped in her pocket as she prepared herself for a possible combat however none of the goblins attacked her.

"Greetings, Destroyer." The first goblin was taller than any goblins in the bank. He was wearing rich clothes that put into shame the wizards' ones.

"Greetings, goblins." Percy saluted in their native language — she had learned the goblinspeak after a bet with her mother in order to be allowed to go to the south of France.

The goblins shared a look. The goblinspeak was not a language that wizards knew, and as far as she knew, it wasn't even a known language in the Magical community of Languages. It was the native language of all goblins. According to Origins of Goblins written by Anna Ajar, a daughter of Ares, goblins had a second official language known as gröôk.

"No human bothers learning our languages." A goblin muttered, still stunned by the skills demonstrated by Percy.

"I only know how to speak goblinspeak. I fear we have no resources to learn gröôk." People looked at her in shock, hearing her speaking with such fluency in a language they could never understand due to their lack of culture.

Hazel had spoken of the wizards once to her, not that she knew that Percy was part of their community. Wixen, a neutral term, lacked education as they had lost a lot of knowledge in the past centuries because of the 'light','dark', and blood. Hazel had mentioned that magic was magic, and the demigod agreed with her. If the founders of Hogwarts, the first magical school, knew a hundred languages such as the goblinspeak, nowadays no one could speak magical languages.

"This is quite good. I'm Chief Wythaum. It's a pleasure to meet you, Destroyer. Please, follow us to a more private room." Percy nodded, her eyes falling on the people for a few seconds, scaring them away. She smirked, amused by their reactions, and followed the small group of goblins out of the hall.

Gringotts was an outpost. A millennial building that served as a bank for all magical species. Only goblins, dwarves, and other species similar to them worked in banks. Goblins often lived underground, which was the case for the English branch of Gringotts, while some lived in mountains. Percy was aware of the existence of the Royal Goblin Family living on a magical island protected by the Mist, all goblins were spread around the world. The fact that the Royal Goblin Family owned Gringotts was scary, and it spoke about the power they held over the Magical World.

Gringotts was basically the facade of the Goblins' Nation.

'Chief' was the highest rank in the bank. Chief Wythaum led her in his office, leaving his guards taking place outside of the room. Percy didn't even know what the goblin wanted with her. She sat down on a comfortable oak chair in front of Chief Wythaum.

"We've been contacted by your bank in New York. As a member of House Potter, while in the United Kingdom, you are obligated to meet your Head of House as per Potter's law. I have contacted Lord Potter following the letter our cousins sent us." Chief Wythaum started as he pulled out a file with several documents.

"It is not surprising. I planned to meet the main family at some point." Percy paused, looking at the goblin with narrowed eyes. "Now, I want to know what you want to ask."

"It'd be an honor to count you as a protector for the Royals' birthday. You have enlisted as a potential hired warrior. Your accomplishments have been followed by all goblins, dwarves, and hobbits. The Royals' want to hire you for that particular event." Chief Wythaum announced with a smirk on his scarred face.

"I… " She trailed off, not knowing how to word her thoughts.

"Of course, it is possible for you to think about it before giving us an answer." The goblin added, his head turned towards the door of his office where a goblin of an inferior rank stood.

"Chief, Lord Potter has arrived." The goblin, a certain Jorkam, said as he bowed slightly.

"Lead him into the meeting room 'fox'." Chief Wythaum ordered the goblin.

Jorkam, a young goblin, nodded then bowed. He closed the door behind him to follow the order he had been given. Percy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then she opened her mouth to give her response.

"It'd be an honor to assist the Royals." Chief Wythaum grinned at her then he lunged himself in with a long explanation of the job.

It took a full hour for him to truly explain the extent of the job. He made her sign an official contract. Percy signed with her blood as requested. In a few days, she would receive an official invitation from the Royal Family to attend their birthday, or the birth of the Goblins' Nation. It was an opportunity that she couldn't miss. Goblins had always fascinated her.

Chief Wythaum led her through a maze of corridors. The meeting room was a circular room with light blue walls, weapons were hung up to them. The Lord was sitting on a comfortable couch, patiently waiting. He was a tall, dark-haired man, wearing clothes that symbolized his social status. Percy entered the room, following the goblin, and immediately Lord Potter stood up. He looked at her, scrutinizing her, and then, he smiled at her.

"Greetings." Lord Potter politely said. "I'm Lord Charlus Potter, but I'm sure you already know it."

"Greetings, Lord Potter." Percy bowed slightly, then straightened her back. Her eyes narrowed as she took a seat in front of the man. "Perseus Potter."

Chief Wythaum left them. The meeting room was sealed by goblin runes. Percy didn't speak as she didn't know what to say. The demigod could feel the burning curiosity of the man. His behavior was the one of a Lord, his eyes reflected coldness and interest. There was a reason why members from the branches of House Potter never met their Head of House. A reason that spoke of the tension between House Potter and the rest of the Wizarding World.

"I was surprised to receive a letter telling him that a member of my House was going to visit the United Kingdom." Lord Potter began, his voice slightly amused, as he waited for an explanation.

"I'm traveling. There is no other reason." Percy calmly responded, her aura flooding the room.

Lord Potter narrowed his eyes. "Very well, then I shall invite you over Manor Potter for the duration of your stay."

"No need to go far." Percy held her ground, refusing to submit to someone she never met even though he was her Head of House.

"I insist." Lord Potter was a stubborn man, something that many people appreciated as the man was known to establish laws benefiting the Magical World as a whole.

"Truly, I have no desire to cause chaos." Even though trouble did find her. It must be the Potter luck as many relatives called it.

"As Lord Potter, I'm inviting you to spend the duration of your journey at my home." Charlus almost smiled at the stubborn woman in front of him. There was something odd about her. It would be a lie if he said he didn't feel her power.

"Very well." Percy conceded after a few minutes of thinking. As she did not have a large amount of money, it was perhaps best to accept the offer. "But I'm not your dog."

He chuckled, starting to see a bit more of her behind her polite facade. "Wonderful."

Charlus called a house elf — Flappy — and asked her to prepare a room for a family member. He noticed how the house elf seemed in adoration with the young woman facing him. It was quite strange. Contrary to most wizarding families, he knew the history of house elves and their classification within the faes category. If they were known as house elves, they weren't no elves, but brownies.

"I won't order you. But it'd be preferable for you to stay over at my home. Dark times are coming despite our best effort." He wasn't doing it to protect his family member as he knew she could defend herself. He knew that people might do anything to go against House Potter.

"I'm planning to stay here for three months. I've got jobs planned and sights to see." Percy declared as she stood up.

The Lord nodded. They both left the room passing a few goblins on their way to the lobby. Charlus led Perseus to the room of chimneys. There were not many people going through the chimneys.

"Manor Potter." He called as he threw the green powder in the fire, he stepped through it without a look towards the young woman.

Percy never liked chimneys — neither the history behind the invention — however she had no other choice. She took a handful of powder and threw it at the fire, muttering her destination as she walked through the fire.

Manor Potter was a large building built eight hundred years ago. It was a castle that had been founded by one descendant of the famous Slytherin. Powerful wards circled the building, protecting it from any harm. All members of the main family had been born, had grown, and had died within the walls of the manor.

"Dorea, dear, this is Perseus Potter." As she stepped out of the fire, she heard the man pronouncing her name in the English way.

Gods and demigods, spirits and other beings, always pronounced it the Greek way.

"I'm Lady Dorea Potter, born Black, Perseus. It's nice to meet you." Dorea was a tall woman, taller than her own husband by a few centimeters, with blond hair and grey eyes.

"Nice to meet you." Percy bowed her head in respect.

Lady Potter invited her to the tearoom to talk. Politely, she accepted even though she hoped to get some rest. However, she could not deny the masters of the house.

Lord Potter was Head of the Healer Department while he had been a vicious soldier in the war against a Dark Lord known as Grindelwald, he had always been a healer first. His oath was different from the other healers' oath as he had been named guardian healer. All Potters were warriors by heart, right, soul, blood, and magic. While Lady Potter worked as the Head of a Potion company, sometimes as a cursed-broker as she had been for a few years or as mercenary, when it was needed, as Blacks were often mercenaries.

Percy had learned that their son and potential heir was still at Hogwarts finishing his sixth year. That the young Potter was in a group called the Marauders, they pranked their classmates and other students at Hogwarts. That he was in love with a young muggleborn.

She stood in front of her window, watching the frozen garden that some brownies were taking care of. In two days, she would accompany Chief Wythaum to the Castle of Grûümspek, the place where the Royal Goblin Family lived. She had yet to inform Lord and Lady Potter of her absence. Grûümspek was the name all members of the Royal Goblin Family wore, it meant 'Eternal warrior' in goblinspeak. The birth of the Goblins' nation was a yearly event that lasted three days. Several Royals from other realms such as High Elves, Dwarves or even High Dragons.

"Miss Perseus is demanded by Lady Potter." Flappy, the brownie, said before popping out, leaving her alone in her thoughts.

Percy sighed. She turned her heels and left her room — a large room that allowed its owner to decorate how they wanted — went through a maze of corridors before arriving at the main stairs. She went downstairs at a leisurely pace. Flappy popped beside her the moment she arrived in the hall. The brownie led her to the tearoom. Inside, there was Lady Potter with several other guests she didn't even know.

"This is Perseus, our guest for a while." Lady Potter gave her a look as the warrior entered the room to sit down next to her Lady. "On my left, you have Lady and Lord Black, Lady Malfoy, and Lord Greengrass. On your right, you have Lord and Lady Flint, and Lady Prewett."

The young woman politely nodded. Dorea glanced at her with worry. For a few weeks, it had been proved on multiple occasions that she didn't speak much. Perseus had been visiting the most famous places of the United Kingdom, taking notes in her travel notebook, and she had been taking various jobs from the goblins. Dorea had caught her a few times in the training room — from hand-to-hand combat to sword combat, her training was impressive.

"A pleasure to meet you, miss Potter." Lady Malfoy had always been a cold person. Percy nodded at her.

The conversation continued as if it had never been interrupted by someone. Percy wondered why Dorea had called her in the tearoom. It was boring as the subjects in the conversation weren't interesting at all. She stayed still — or at least tried as she couldn't really because of ADHD — for a few minutes. As Percy slightly tapped her right foot, she caught Dorea's interrogative looks however she didn't respond. A dozen minutes later, the young woman stood up and excused herself. She gave an apologetic look at her relative before leaving the room.

The brownie assigned to her popped in. Percy gave him a tense smile as she headed towards the backyard. The demigod went past the botanic yard. The house-elf followed her in her shadow, watching worryingly around the young woman as he felt the danger coming. But Percy was aware of it. She was purposely walking towards the danger to get rid of it, even though powerful wards surrounded Manor Potter, it wasn't powerful enough to keep a monster out.

"I'd advise you to stay hidden as I don't want to have a dead body in my arms." The daughter of Poseidon said to her small shadow. "I think you know what sort of danger it is."

Her feet crossed the gates, feeling her body going through a sort of trial of magic as she finally left the property — it was large enough to have a hundred people living inside of it. It was snowing, but it didn't really matter as she had lived through the worst weather thanks to her mentor. With a warming spell cast wordlessly and without a wand, the woman entered the surrounding forest. Her trails were almost immediately erased by the snow. In the distance, the monster was roaring, probably running around trying to follow her divine smell. Percy could tell there were additional wards outside of the Potters' wards, which was a good thing.

Through the multiple quests she had done, Percy had come to like hunting. While she had been offered a place among the Hunters of Artemis, she had refused it. She preferred hunting monsters alone like a lone wolf. Percy had never been extroverted despite her mother's efforts to connect her with other people during her childhood. Hunting was the best way she had found to let her emotions go. At twelve, she had been thrown in her first quest without much preparation and information about the world she had always been part of, and no one had told her any useful information. At that time, Percy had slowly started bottling up her emotions. To let go of them, to break the jar of emotions, the demigod would go hunting monsters. No one knew about it. Perhaps, Grover might know it; however, she had learned how to block the link between them.

Her feet came to a stop as a roar sounded through the darkening forest. She slipped her right hand in her pocket, grabbed the pen and pulled it out. Percy removed the pen cap and a sword appeared. The monster came crashing down trees, roaring at her, and then, it charged towards her. All it wanted was to tear her apart. Percy dodged the attack and swung her sword, one of its arms was cut off nevertheless he continued his reckless attacks. The demigod rolled on the ground to avoid them. And then, she stabbed the monster in the back. It burst into golden dust. A smile appeared on her face as she focused on her environment; there were several other monsters in the area. The young woman started walking in their direction.

She felt free. Her emotions went wild during the hunt in which she slayed all the monsters surrounding the Potters' Ancestral Manor. Percy stood in a clearing, watching the clear dark sky with a thoughtful look on her face. The demigod frowned. It was late, but it seemed a larger monster was hiding. It was stronger than the rest. The Minotaur, perhaps? Her "first" monster. A grin appeared on her face as she ran through the clearing to the forest, racing to the beast, ready to kill it. She found it in the middle of another clearing, trying to follow her smell as its eyesight was horrible. It turned its head towards her and roared.

"She's here." The words spoken by Charlus startled the demigod as the man emerged from the darkness, holding his wand.

"What is that thing? Is that…" Dorea trailed off as they joined the young woman in the clearing.

"Dorea?" Charlus' voice was worried as he looked at his wife and the monster.

"It's the…" Suddenly, Percy covered the older woman's mouth, glaring at her.

"The son of Pasiphaë. Names have power, don't say it." The demigod said in hushed tones as she noticed how the beast was looking at them.

Percy hastily removed her hand.

"Don't move. Mortals cannot do anything against them." Her eyes fell on the wands in her relatives' hands as she spoke.

The couple shared a look but decided in the end to trust her. They reluctantly put away their wands. As they stayed in the background, they watched how a sword appeared from a strange device — something they had never seen in their entire life. Probably a mundane device, they thought to themselves. Percy started running towards the monster, she jumped using her magic to boost her. She landed on its back and stabbed the beast. It roared in pain as she moved to cut off its horns. The daughter of Poseidon smiled as she slayed it before it could do anything. It exploded.

"What just happened?" Charlus mumbled as he approached the member of his House.

"Perseus, you owe us explanations." Dorea's voice was icy as she surveyed the area they were in.

"I don't owe anything." Percy responded with the same tone as the sword disappeared into her pocket. "With a promise on your magic, I'll tell you however."

They made their way back to their Ancestral home in total silence. Dorea was thinking about what she knew, trying to find answers by herself while her husband was truly looking at the young woman. Charlus had been curious about her since her arrival in England. The woman was intriguing, he knew nothing except her schooling. He wondered what her true nature was. She called them 'Mortals'. What a strange term to be called.

The Lord led the two women into the Parlour and asked the brownies to prepare tea and biscuits. As they sat down in a circle on rounded couches, Percy sighed. A few minutes later, the house-elves popped in and then out.

"I'm not sure of what we saw." Charlus admitted to the young woman.

"You are not clear sighted and yet you saw. I'll check it out later, I'll ask some… people I know. But that's not really the point, isn't it? The monster you saw is the son of Pasiphaë."

"You said it before. But that's impossible. It's Greek mythology." Dorea protested as she took a sip of tea.

"I, Perseus Potter, swear on my life, magic, and the Styx that I am a demigod." Thunder sounded in the distance, surprising the Lord and Lady. Percy cast a wandless spell wordlessly to prove that she still had magic.

Percy almost laughed at their faces. She had no choice to swear on all three as she didn't want to spend too much time explaining.

"Bordel de merde." Dorea swore loudly switching to French as she remembered a piece of her childhood, her swore godmother had been a legacy.

As they gaped at her, the demigod couldn't help but sighed.

"A demigod is the child of a mortal and a God. My father is the God of the sea, storms, earthquakes and horses. An Olympian. If you happen to know his name, don't say it."

"Names have power, right." Dorea mumbled as she suddenly stood up and left the room to go to the library.

"Don't think the conversation is over, young lady." Lord Potter stood to follow his wife out, he glanced at the demigod on his way out.

In January, the birthday of the Goblins' Royals was coming up. There was still time as December hadn't passed yet. It had only begun a few days ago. Percy went visiting the hidden places of the Wizarding world and training in her free time while planning her missions she had agreed to.

Early in the morning, a gorgeous eagle flew through the wards. It landed on a brownie's right shoulder. The house-elf popped in the dining room, and the eagle flew towards Dorea at first and then Charlus. Then, it landed on Percy's shoulder. The demigod remained calm as the eagle was the animal symbol of Zeus however the animal seemed to like her, therefore she forced herself to relax. Seeing that there was a letter hung on its legs, the young woman reached it. She opened the letter missing Charlus and Dorea exchanging surprised looks and read its content.

It was officially sent by Lord Black, the man she had met at Dorea's tea meeting. House Potter was invited to a ball hosted by House Black on Yule. That was a fact she could easily understand however she didn't understand why Lord Black was specially inviting her.

"I'll just write a refusal then." Percy mumbled to herself as she put down the letter on the table.

"You will not." Charlus' voice was cold, his eyes were narrowed as he looked at the words written on the paper. "Don't shame our Name."

Percy gritted her eyes. "I don't fuckin' care 'bout it. I'm no noble—"

"But darling, you are. You have Potter and Black blood." Dorea's voice was sweet and harsh at the time.

The warrior crossed her arms. "Only because you made me do a blood test. I ain't no Black by name."

"It has been corrected." Dorea added with a sharp smile.

"We will all be together. It's a tradition for all Houses in Great Britain. Lord Black expects you to be there. Therefore, you'll be there."

"So, I have no choice but to obey." Percy said, staring at the man in front of her.

"I'm your Lord, do not forget it."

"Well, I don't give a fuck." It was the truth after all. She could just leave and never come back.

Charlus chuckled. "Just go and be yourself. Cause chaos. It is what Potters do." He spoke as if he didn't care, but she could hear the unspoken order.

"I won't dress up like you." Percy crossed her arms while her Lord shot her a grin.

"Won't expect you to." Charlus smiled softly at her and then added. "Just have a nice outfit for the party. "

"Hell yeah."

The tense atmosphere disappeared after that.

"Perseus, I was hoping to talk about something with you. About you, actually." Dorea said, breaking the silence a few minutes later.

"What in particular?"

"Demigods…And monsters." Charlus chided in, putting down his cup of tea.

"Alright." Percy sighed as she straightened her back. "What do you want to know?"

"Why are demigods hunted by monsters?" Dorea started as she pulled out of her pocket a rolled paper containing all the questions she had written down the previous day.

"We have a scent that is special and delicious to monsters. Once we're aware of our divine part, we're hunted by monsters until we die. Usually, in fact. It's rare to be born without a demigod scent. For our protection, we are sent to camps."

The two wixen raised an eyebrow at her. However, they didn't speak as the young woman started speaking again.

"Those camps are for demigods. Nymphs and satyrs (or fauns if you're Roman) live there too. In the United States of America, there are two camps. Greek and Roman. In my past travels, I only discovered two other safe places for demigods. There is one in Japan and another one in Norway. Only demigods can enter those places. To reach a safe place is not easy. A satyr is a guide to accompany a newly aware demigod or any demigod that needs help to a safe place. And this… Well, it's the method for the Greek camp. For the Roman camp, it's a different process. However, with the two wars that happened, things have changed and are changing, therefore I'm not sure if the methods of helping a demigod to reach camp have changed. You need to know that many demigods die before reaching my old camp."

The couple asked her a couple of questions to clarify the information she had given them for the next few minutes. Percy spoke of the two camps but didn't give too many details about it, she mostly talked of the teaching and how different the two camps were from each other.

"This is so interesting. I had once a relative who was a legacy. Does it happen?" Dorea curiously asked the young woman.

"Yes. But it's rare. Demigods have short lives." Percy bowed her head thinking about the wars and Tartarus.

"Oh." Dorea didn't dare to fish for more information, choosing to change the subject.

Percy sighed in relief. She didn't want to talk about wars and anything else about her past. The nightmares about the wars, the quests and Tartarus — mostly Tartarus though — still plagued her nights.

Spending time with the main family was particular and yet refreshing. Percy had yet to meet the Heir and his potential fiancee — as Charlus and Dorea said from what they were reading from their son's letters — and would meet them at Yule.

"Shit." Percy swore loudly as she stared at the item in her hand. It was a pregnancy test she had bought from the mundane world as she didn't want to go to pay a healer for nothing. She had been vomiting for the past couple days, feeling nauseous in the morning, and for some reason her period hadn't begun. Trusting her instincts, she had gone to London to buy a pregnancy test. "Shit."

Sitting on the edge of her bed, the young woman put down the pregnancy test thinking about her choices. Demigods having children were not unheard of. It was rare for Greek demigods in America to have legacies.

"What do I do?" Abortion was impossible if the other parent was a non-human being due to the powers within the womb. Not impossible, Triton had once said, but deadly.

Human abortion was much safer. But it didn't work with a non-human being, that was a fact that all demigods needed to know in order to not be surprised. She wasn't an anti-abortion — like she had seen on the news once — because for her, no one had the right to decide about somebody else's body. Pro-abortion, thought Percy, having once talked about it with some demigods.

"No one has to know it." She mumbled, making the pregnancy test vanish with her magic.

With the context of war, it was for the best. Speaking of war, she already knew who the father was. He was the only person she had slept with. Which was sort of weird as in her teenage years, they weren't really friendly to each other. Perseus respected the God of War for who he was. It wasn't easy to be the God of War, that was for sure. Percy couldn't believe that she was already searching for a name for her future child, it seemed unreal.

Flappy popped in the room. "Oh! Destroyer is having a little one!" The brownie squeaked in her native language.

Elvish. One of the languages she had learned.

"Don't tell anyone." Percy ordered, staring at the exciting elf. "You may tell the other brownies. No humans, okay?"

"Yes!"

At least, her secret would be safe with the brownies.

"And no other beings too." She added after a thought. She clearly didn't want to deal with the Olympians nor any minor gods.

Best to keep the pregnancy for herself.

"The little one is like you, maah!" Flappy said in elvish, unknowingly confirming the suspicions of Percy.

"Do you feel anything else?" The demigod asked as she grabbed her backpack, checking if she had everything as she was going to leave the manor for a while.

"Too soon to tell, maah!" From her understanding, the term 'maah' was a term used in an Elvish dialect of the European brownies. It was used to politely describe someone of any gender that is not mated.

"Alright."

There was no rush. She just needed to make an appointment at the International Healer Hospital based in Switzerland.

"Please inform Lord and Lady Potter of my short absence. I've got a few jobs to do." The young woman rose on her feet as the house-elf nodded and popped away.

It was time to work a little.

December 21st was a particular day.

It was the first Yule she would pass without her mother however it was okay — she was still pissed off at her mother for just not accepting what she wanted to do. Percy had done everything, had gone through everything, and now all she wanted was to live. Going through drastic measures to realize her dreams wasn't really unexpected but she had wanted to believe that her loved ones would just let live her dreams. What a desillusion!

Percy had done a few jobs that required her skills while learning a couple of new skills. Her reputation as 'Destroyer' as brownies and goblins and many other aware species had helped her to sign in a worldwide known guild known as the Bloody Warriors. Their headquarters were located in a deserted area highly warded on an island near Iceland. It was a requirement to know at least five languages and to be known. With the secrecy of the Great Five as the world called the Five Masters of Bloody Warriors, she had selected a few non-dangerous jobs during the time of her pregnancy. They were aware of her nature and understood the risks. Even Ares' natural blessing to protect his unborn children could fail to work after all. Thanks to her involvement with the guild, she had a personal healer in charge of her. It was a Dragohkin that mated with one of the Great Five.

Percy was in time for Yule. The Potter House was hosting the Yule ball, and as a member of said house she was required to attend. Thus, she had yet to meet the Heir and his potential fiancee. The mercenary arrived in the park of Potter Manor, the woman walked through alleys of flowers and trees, nodding at the few still working house-elves. She then arrived in front of the doors that opened themselves.

"Wonderful, Perseus, you are finally here." Dorea appeared suddenly in her sight with a smile. The older woman gave her a long look, observing the curious clothes her relative was wearing.

"Traditional Japanese clothes from the magical side of Japan." The clothes were the gift of a client from Japan.

"Oh! They're beautiful."

"Indeed they are." Lord Potter said as he arrived in the hall.

"Perhaps, you'll find someone interesting…"

"No, thank you." Percy glared at the chuckling woman who dared to suggest she find someone.

"Dorea dear… We talked about it." Charlus sighed, sensing the murderous aura of his relative.

Dorea apologized to the younger woman. She often forgot that technically Perseus wasn't from the same environment as her or her husband. Perseus was independent. Someone to not cross. Someone that just wanted to be free.

"We need to go."

Indeed, they needed to go as the party was about to start. If people looked curiously at Perseus, they didn't dare to say anything rude as what had happened last time at Lord Black's party was still happening and going from mouth to mouth. Dorea frowned as she remembered why it had happened. Apparently some noble wixen didn't like having an outsider in their mist, which was pretty insulting for both Black House and Potter House. Needless to say, the House that had spoken badly of Perseus hadn't been invited.

Percy was already counting how much time she needed to spend at the party before retreating to her bedroom. She wished she could use her phone to play some games. The demigod started walking through the room, exchanging words with people from time to time. She couldn't stay still for a long time.

"Here is the buffet table, Lily." A loud voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

The buffet table. She had gone there a dozen times already. She turned to face the newcomers. The Heir of House Potter was standing near the table, serving himself a plate of food while a red-haired teenager was taking a glass of pumpkin juice. James Potters looked exactly like his father despite his face that demonstrated the Black traits quite neatly. He was known as a prankster with his group of friends. Sorted into Gryffindor even though other houses might have suited him as well, the teenager was apparently in love with the solo ward of House Potter, Lily Evans. And Evans was the red-haired teenager.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Heir."

James turned in surprise to face her. He looked at her confused as he had never seen her before. Nevertheless, he quickly noticed the prominent Potter and Black features and bowed.

"The pleasure is mine." He hesitated, not knowing her name.

"Perseus Potter." The demigod smirked as she turned her head towards the nervous redhead. "And you are Lily Evans, his fiancee."

"We aren't!" The two teenagers screamed at the same time, both blushing.

"Well, it's only a matter of time." Lady Potter commented as she approached the group with her husband, Lord and Lady Black.

Lily blushed even harder. She glared at James but the teenager was too busy bitching with his mother to notice.

"We were looking for you, Perseus." Melanie Black sharply smiled at the young demigod.

"For?"

"Private talk." Lord Black quickly responded.

Sighing, Percy agreed to speak with them.

Her appointment with Appa, the dragohkin, had gone well. Her stomach was starting to show, it was harder to hide her pregnancy around the Potters and the others in general. Therefore, she decided to go on a pregnancy leave with the agreement of the guild after discussing it with her healer and the five masters of the guild.

"Perseus!" Dorea's voice sounded through the library as she stepped into the dark room, looking for her. "Perseus!"

Percy frowned. Was it hopeless to have Dorea call her 'Percy?' She closed the book she had been reading for the past few hours. She put away her notebook and pens and stood up. Feeling the eyes of the portraits, Percy glared at them. At that moment, Lady Potter appeared at the center of the library.

"Perseus! Finally, I've been searching for you in the entire manor!"

"I've been here for the past few hours. You should have asked Flappy." Percy commented with a smirk on her face.

"I did." And then, Dorea noticed the smirk. "You!"

"Well, I might say that I needed no one to bother me this afternoon."

"What were you doing?" The older woman shot her a suspicious look when she noticed the book on the table.

"Reading and taking notes." No need to lie. The Stoll brothers would certainly not agree however Percy felt no need to lie to the woman.

Dorea sighed.

"Quality is needed in my job." Percy didn't really expect ending up as a mercenary but it fit her well.

The older woman nodded, understanding what she meant. Dorea asked the younger woman to follow her to the parlor as she wanted to speak with her. Lady Potter ordered a house-elf to bring tea and cookies. Percy frowned as she sat down on one of the couches, wondering what the woman wanted.

"I won't beat around the bush, Perseus." Dorea's voice was icy and serious. "I know you've been hiding something from us."

Percy didn't move at all, shrugging. Nothing appeared on her face in order to not betray herself.

"Perseus." Dorea called as the tea and cookies appeared on the coffee table. "You are pregnant."

"What the fuck?" Percy said, confusion all over her face. "I'm not."

"Perseus. You should know that House Potter has a way to find if members are pregnant. On our tapestry, there's a '?' under your name and next to it, there's a golden '?', therefore I'm asking again to admit it."

Shit. How was she supposed to know that?

"Alright. But I don't want it to be public knowledge." The demigod sighed as she put her hands on her face.

"Of course, Perseus dear."

In the end, only James and Lily were in the know. What happened in House Potter stayed in House Potter, that was what Charlus said when Dorea confirmed it to him later that day. During dinner however, Percy asked how Dorea knew it.

"I was pregnant first, Perseus. I did see other people pregnant." Dorea responded with a small smile on her lips.

"The elves were too excited for us to ignore." Charlus added with a chuckle. "They wouldn't tell us anything."

"I told Flappy not to." Percy smirked.

"Damn you!"

"Why did you forbid anyone to talk about it?" Charlus curiously asked, wondering if there was a difference between their culture.

"The war is the first reason."

"Understandable." The pair said at the same time.

"The second reason is… well it's demigod pregnancy. I won't give you details about it though."

"Understandable."

"You're fucking weird." Perseus commented when Charlus and Dorea spoke again at the same time, saying the same word.

"Do you know whose father the child is?" Dorea chuckled as she asked, still wondering about the golden question mark.

"Yes. I won't say his name or his titles though. He's not human. This is all you need to know." Percy could freely speak of the difficult life of a demigod nevertheless she felt that normal people didn't really need to know everything.

"Is the child like you?" Charlus softly asked, eyeing his relative in wonder.

"Yes." The answer was short, ending all questions that the two other Potters might still have.

Respecting her choice, they didn't push her further.

Perseus spent the next months wondering if she could inform her family and friends back there in America but in the end, she decided against it as she was still pissed at them. Early in the morning of July 31th, Percy was awakened by contractions and pain, forcing her to stumble in the bathroom. Flappy popped instantly in the room as the brownie had been alerted by the ward surrounding Percy's bed. Understanding that the demigod was going into labor, Flappy signed to another brownie called Floppy to inform Lord and Lady Potter.

Trusting her instincts, Perseus removed her pants by magic and instantly started pushing while gritting her teeth. Flappy encouraged her. Other brownies popped in the bathroom, among them there was a healer that often helped the house-elves to give birth. The healer accompanied Percy through the process of giving birth. Charlus and Dorea came barreling, having hurriedly left the party they were at.

It only took two hours for Perseus to give birth.

"It's a girl, Destroyer!" The healer exclaimed as she used her magic to wash the baby.

"Alala Dorea Sally Potter." Percy announced with a voice full of exhaustion. "May the gods bless you, Alala."

Alala was a Greek name. It just felt right to give her daughter a Greek name, thus it meant 'war-like'. Dorea was for her namesake as she liked the older woman a lot and Sally, of course, was for her mother.

"May magic bless you, Alala." Charlus and Dorea entoned at the same time, smiling softly at the duo mother-daughter.

On October 31st, she was almost killed by an unknown being. The same day, she was put in a coma to ensure her healing. On November 1st, James and Lily came to the decision to raise her daughter in her absence. Two years later, the couple was killed by Voldemort and Percy's daughter was sent to live with Lily's relatives.

Percy had been sleeping for years as a consequence of the almost deadly attack. Lord Morpheus, or nicknamed as Sandman in children's stories, had kept an eye in her dreams — peaceful for some and terrible for others — until the day she would wake up.

He stood in front of the stone bed covered by branches and leaves. Lord Morpheus had watched over the veteran for the past few years. The Three-in-One had told him, in riddles yes, that the Destroyer would wake up in a few days or hours, depending on her will. Her gravestone was located at the south of Grâëämstêk, the island owned by the Goblins' nation, near the coast.

There was nothing to hear except the sound of the waves crashing down the beach. Hypnos as he was known to the Greeks disappeared as the woman slowly opened her eyes. Her gravestone was a small house built in the slope of the mountain, hidden by the Mist. Percy groaned as at a leisurely pace she sat up. Her body hurt — as it wasn't comfortable to sleep on a stone bed — but the demigod didn't complain. There were flowers around the bed, plants and vines. Percy didn't move for a few minutes, letting the memories wash over her. And then, she walked out of her tomb, smelling the ocean, hearing the faint call of her father.

Percy noticed the clothes she was wearing. The usual Greek clothing from Ancient Greece. She smiled a bit, knowing who might have changed her in her sleep. Lord Morpheus had always been kind to his children and legacies. Her feet walked along the path, touching hot stones — which were warming her after a long time in a cold place — as she made her way to the ocean. It was calling her. Water washed the sand. The demigod wondered how she had survived before pushing the thought in a corner of her mind, enjoying the water touching her body. She still loved her father, her mother and her partner, her little sister, and all her friends and the rest of her family despite the broken relationship. But she didn't regret it, her departure had been necessary. To fulfill a dream she always had.

As the golden orb slowly descended through the sky, the dark-haired woman prayed for the Gods, especially the Olympians.

"May your magnificent remain intact." Her words flew out of her mouth, the wind carried them to the ears of the Gods. It might help knowing that her disappearance had perhaps caused an uproar.

Perseus didn't speak as the thought of her daughter living with despicable people was eating her from the inside. Lord Morpheus had left her a small notebook as a gift before his departure. It contained information on her daughter, on House Potter, and on the Wizarding World. Enough information for her to be on a warpath. The water reacted to her thoughts briskly rising as dark clouds covered the dying sky. The woman could smell the forest embracing itself as the island prepared itself to protect its inhabitants from the wrath of the veteran of two wars — or three if she counted the last Wizarding war.

The island was familiar for a reason she couldn't explain. She walked along the beach, her hand slipping towards the drawing of a rune, which acted as pocket, at the suspicious noise she kept hearing. As she arrived near a port, she instantly recognized her surroundings. The locals stopped at once as they noticed her walking, whispers broke out.

"Destroyer!" The voice of a goblin made her stop. As she turned around, she saw all the armed goblins staring at her in shock.

"Grips, inform the Royals!" The Royal Chief ordered as he stepped forward the demigod. "Destroyer, we mean no harm. You've been sleeping for a while. Let's take care of you."

Percy let them. She was led to Pîüôk, the main town of this island, in which there was a hospital specialized for warriors.

House Potter had awoken again with her return within the living — after sleeping for so long, it was a miracle that she was still alive.

James and Lily, her daughter's godparents, had taken care of her after her accident. Save from a selection of people, no one knew that Alala was not James' and Lily's daughter. It would be rectified in the next couple of weeks. Percy was already preparing herself to face the different newspapers as the people would certainly want to know everything.

"Destroyer. We sent a team to retrieve your daughter and the son of Lily's sister as we speak. Do not worry, they will both benefit our finest healers." Tùà, a dwarf in charge of her well-being for the duration of her stay on the island, informed her.

"Please, inform me of what happened with the Dursleys." She had heard bits and bits but not the whole truth. From the Sandman's notebook, her daughter had suffered quite a lot but he didn't go into the details.

"Dumbledore has left your daughter in the hands of Petunia Dursley with the belief like the rest of the wizarding world that young Alala was the late Lady's daughter. He sealed the late Lord's and Lady's testament. Sirius Black, young Alala's new godfather, was sent to prison for 'betraying' the Potters. House Black has been trying to free him ever since. Petunia Dursley is married to a man known as Vernon, they're both conservative people and hate magic. They've been treating the young heiress and their son horribly after they discovered his 'freakiness'." Tùà paused for a few minutes to let the demigod digest the information. "Arabella Figgs informed us of their situation a week ago and we've been gathering information on the case. We removed them from the household because of the treatment."

Percy nodded, digesting the information that her daughter and relative had suffered a lot in their supposed guardians. Tùà spoke of their injuries and thin appearances, of what she should do to correct that and was already setting up appointments with their healer, Tà — Tùà's sister.

"You'll be able to leave in a couple of days." The dwarf said as the door of the room opened on a goblin in charge of House Potter.

"Greetings Tùà."

"Greetings Fràù."

Tùà bowed and left the room.

"Let's talk business, shall we Lady Potter?"

Perseus was browsing through the different stores of Whiskey Alley - a known English avenue for all customers coming for essentials. The woman was wearing a long black with its hood covering her face as she walked through the different streets that surrounded the shops. She had left Potter Castle with Flappy watching over the children. She needed to find a correct farm that would provide her the best food - the old farm that provided all Potters had been down for years due to the lack of aid from the Potters as they had been dead for a decade.

Green and fresh wasn't an independant farm however, they had been working as one since the noble family they had been contracted had fallen into dishonor. Fresh wind was contracted to Malfoy; most of the farms were in Malfoy territories. There were a few independant farms. Like Green farms or even Black sheep, but those weren't ready to sign a contract with the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Each farm had an office in Whiskey Alley, it was the first place to go if you wished to speak in person with the owner or at least one of the employees if they were any as a farm was usually owned by a family. One must, before going to one of those places, inform the farms of their visit. The first visits were unsatisfying. It was merely because of the behavior of the people when she showed her Potter ring. The last ones weren't good as most farms were already considering some contracts. On the way back to the main street, Perseus however found herself in front of a large office with a flashing sign.

Le jardin (or the garden in French) was a fairly new farm. It was owned by a middle-class family from the deserted Potter lands.

"Welcome!" A female voice welcomed as she stepped into the shop. Several products were laid on the furniture - vegetables, fruits, fish, and meat - as she walked toward the counter.

Sayna was one of the daughters of Yves Lepot, the man who owned the stables of horses. He along with his family worked under the Potter name to protect and take care of the horses. Sayna had decided to create her own business despite knowing how hard it was to make a name within the farms. She and her family had created a farm on the Potter lands. Percy was surprised to meet an enthusiastic family about agriculture. They exclusively worked with non-magical beings such as the merpeople in the lake near Potter Manor. Perseus had Silverblade draw a contract between her and Le jardin. She encountered the owner and they discussed for hours the possibility of forming a contract. Then, Percy showed her a copy of the contract and took her leave. The warrior smirked, knowing that they would give in easily. With the contract, the farm would gain a name and furthermore expand their products to all wixen.

House-elves farms were known throughout the country. It usually aided the population of house-elves to survive with or without a master. They were part of a subcategory known as the brownies. They needed to be bonded to somebody - usually it was a wixen - to survive. If some of them were abused, the rest were treated well as they could be magically more powerful than their 'masters' due to their own unique nature. An organization that dealt with magical beings was slowly taking over the department of magical creatures in all countries. History concerning the house-elves was well kept hidden by themselves. No wixen nowadays took effort to learn their language (elfish) and even if there were some, the house-elves no longer trusted the wixen. Nearly all house-elves heaven (or farms as wixen said) were owned by the organization.

The organization was called Aurum, Argentum et Sanguis. Their leaders were unknown as was their main headquarters. They acted in all countries, taking over firms and lands. Some of the members were active politicians or part of the police forces of magical countries. Percy didn't know much about Aurum, Argentum et Sanguis - she thanked her latin class for knowing what the name meant in English (Gold, Silver and Blood). The members of this organization were nearly close to discovering the potential existence of demigods when they came across one. Mist helped the demigods to cover their traces. However, according to some nymphs that kept an eye on the organization, they were trying to find the half-bloods.

Percy stood in front of Magic above all as she raised her fist to knock. Before she could, the door opened magically. Narrowing her eyes, the woman stepped into the small house. It was large inside, probably magically expanded. No one was in sight. Then, someone stepped into the hallway, meeting her green ocean eyes. It was a tall man with dark red hair and black eyes, he surveyed her as he approached elegantly. From his mannerism, she knew that he was from the nobility. He wasn't English.

"Well, welcome here, wixen." He said, almost sneering at the word 'wixen' as he judged her.

She stayed calm, eyeing him. A few house-elves popped, upon seeing her they all queaked happily, they probably heard about her achievements from their cousins.

"Destroyer is here!"

The man's facial expression quickly changed to those words. Obviously, he had already heard about her. Curious, he invited her to talk over tea, which she gratefully accepted. They began to talk, which led to the reason why Perseus was there in the first place. The man changed once more, challenging her as he believed she wanted to abuse the house-elves.

"It would be incredibly arrogant of me to act how you believe I'd behave. I swear upon Magia that I won't hurt the house-elves under my name. Mote to be." She said the last part in Latin as it was more common in the magical communities.

The dark red-haired man just gapped at her.

"Who the fuck are you? No one has done since..!"

"Well, I'm not those fuckers. Brownies are brownies." Percy answered with a grin on her face. "If I make a promise on my life, would you agree to fall under House Potter?"

The American looked truly at her. As he finally realized to whom he was speaking to and started laughing.

"Can't believe I'm that blind." He laughed harder as he put a hand on his stomach. "So, the rumors are true. Give the fuckin' contract."

Upon signing the contract, Magic above all was efficiently removed from the independent farms category. It would not be long until the word got to Aurum, Argentum et Sanguis.

Hecate might not be welcome in her daughter's domain — mostly after one accident that had involved herself and some wizards, Magia could be so spiteful when she wanted — however she kept an eye on things. To learn about the arrival of Perseus Jackson — that literally went missing after the last divine war — a decade ago was truly surprising. The daughter of Poseidon — the first one in centuries — was bringing changes in the English wizarding community. Those changes pleased her daughter, Magia.

For now, she would not involve herself. Her daughter didn't want to speak with her, hadn't wanted to in centuries since that fateful day.

What she didn't understand was that the daughter of Poseidon had been missing for a decade before reappearing within the same wizarding community. Hecate was missing some information.

A few things about this first chapter:

—It's the longest chapter ever written. I'm quite proud of publishing such a long chapter. I'll try to have a range of 5000-10000 words per chapter.

—Percy has one child, Alala. It's female Harry Potter. I don't mention what Dudley is but for those who read the first version, you'll know.

—Concerning Percy giving birth, I searched the usual amount of time in birthing a child. It's four hours, usually of course. It is said that the first birth is always the longest. With the circumstances of magic and divine energy, I made the birth shorter.

Thanks for reading. Happy new year (even though it's quite late to say it).

Please note that English is my second language. And even though I'm proficient at it, I might make mistakes. If you find any of those, please inform me.

Any questions? I'll answer them.