The door creaked open and Morgan saw many people sitting at a well-worn table. One caught her eye more than the rest, a boy about her age who she recognized. The messy black hair and green eyes reflecting sadness only gained through major loss, if you asked her the kid, they were supposed to be protecting looked an awful lot like her cousin Percy.

There was a slight difference though, this boy had a scar like a bolt lightning on his forehead. "So, do we just introduce ourselves or what? Cause this has gotta be a first, at least for me." Grace nodded responding in the same Ancient Greek language, "yes I believe that would be the proper course of action."

Her friend stepped forward waving slightly and returning to English, "hi I'm Grace Peters. Daughter of Athena goddess of wisdom and warfare."

A welcoming smile graced her friend's face and she wondered how Grace did it, the effortless friendly attitude she could turn on at the drop of a hat. A chorus of greetings rang out from the table and Morgan quickly met the gaze of each person in the room. A frizzy-haired girl, a ginger-haired boy who bore a resemblance to the man standing behind him.

In the corner stood a man in all black, his ebony robes standing out against the reds and blues everyone else wore. Joining her friend at the front of the room she grinned jokingly saluting everyone in the room and saying. "Heylo I am Morgan Sabers, daughter of Hades god of the dead, darkness, and wealth." Waving she waited for the questions to be asked.

The unfamiliar yet expected explosion of questions reached her ears and Grace winced at the sudden increase in volume. Morgan held up her hands shouting, "Quiet, I can only understand so many damn questions at once!"

Everyone stopped asking questions and Grace smiled thankfully at Morgan before asking, "before we answer your many questions, please answer one of mine. What are your names?"

She soon learned that the trio that was her age were Harry, Ron and, Hermione, that the redhead man standing towards the back was Ron's father Arthur Weasley. The man standing in the back corner, and the only one in black was Professor Snape and would be one of her teachers at Hogwarts.

"Ok now that I know who you all are," Morgan said stepping forward and plopping down into a chair at the table. "Time to get comfortable cause we have a lot to explain."

Morgan was halfway through explaining why the gods had 'fun' with mortals when a hunchback, scarred figure came hobbling swiftly into the house. "Moody," Arthur greeted and the man nodded his hello taking one look at her, and barked.

"How many weapons are you carrying on your person." Shrugging nonchalantly, she drawled back, "a fair few, and since I know your name, I'll give you mine Morgan Sabers."

Turning back to face Hermione she finished, "Zeus is most well-known for cheating on his wife but all of the Olympians have cheated on the spouses. Some with each other, with few exceptions." Sighing she thought, "great here comes the hard part." Then she took a deep breath and told the story she had heard ten years ago.

"About the time that the last human world war took place, the war for demigods was mostly the children of Zeus and Poseidon against the children of Hades. At the war's conclusion, the big three Olympian sons of Kronos made a pact not to father any more heroes. Heroes like me, we're far too powerful and were affecting the course of human history too much. But since then each of them has fathered at least one hero each. I have been going to a sort of haven, for about nine years, I have trained in combat and in various methods of armed and unarmed combat. As to survive, Grace came to the camp about four years later and we were brought here on a sort of quest."

Meeting the emerald green eyes of the boy who lived she finished, "to protect you." Surprise flitted across his face as she leaned back in her chair, "so I am sure I speak for both me and Grace when I ask why does a fifteen-year-old wizard need protection?"

Morgan regretted asking that question. The next twenty minutes were spent listening to a very unpleasant story that she could have pieced together but was grateful for hearing. Apparently, Harry was being hunted by a dark lord of the wizarding world. And had been since birth seemingly every year since he had begun attending Hogwarts something had gone completely and totally to Tartarus each resulting in a small but increasing in size catastrophes.

Last year had been the crux of it all and Harry had watched as a seventeen-year-old boy by the name of Cedric had been killed. Just before the return of Voldemort or as the adults told them to call him, you know who. She winced as she heard about the duel that Voldemort has forced Harry into but she had expected something had happened from the moment she had seen him.

"Holy Hades, you have nearly as terrible of a life as any demigod, and trust me when I say our lives suck ass." Leaning over Grace smacked her friend upside the head saying, "though I agree wholeheartedly, language." This made Hermione snicker even as Morgan rubbed her head saying, "one of these days Grace you are going to give me a concussion." She glanced at Ron who seemed skeptical of their story had been giving the girls odd looks since they stopped talking.

Grace politely asked, "Ron is there something you would like to say?" The ginger shrugged apprehensively saying, "you say your lives are so terrible and that you are the children of Gods but what proof do you have." This made Grace roll her eyes and lean back in her chair and say, "Morgan go to town."