I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson in case you couldn't tell.

Prologue:

Two people sat in the living room of their grand mansion with their young son sleeping peacefully. The fire cackled with thunder striking outside. It was quiet, except for the house elf sweeping the floor. Suddenly, the ringing of a doorbell broke through the awkward silence like a knife slicing cleanly through the air.

"Lucius, go get the door. Take Dobby with you, I feel faint." said the woman, laying on the couch. Her lace dress wrinkling beneath her.

The man and the house elf walked to the door, grabbing the man's cane as they went.Who could be at the door at this hour?As he opened the door, the man expected to see a beggar looking for money, or a salesman wanting to show off some new product, but instead saw a tiny infant in a golden cradle. Though there was no note, the man knew instantly who the baby girl was, she was the wisdom goddess' daughter, his daughter.

A women dressed in a flowing white dress stood before him. "Hello Lucius, I haven't seen you in a while." she said, no emotion behind her voice.

"Athena. What is the meaning of this."

"You know perfectly well what this means."

"I don't want her."

"But she is your daughter."

"She's yours as well!" The man was growing agitated, he didn't have time for this.

"Lucius, is there someone at the door?" called out his wife.

"Nothing Narcisa, I just need a moment," the man shouted back at his wife. " I can not take care of a baby, I already have a son and a wife, I don't need another child to care for."

"You will take and you will take her now," commanded goddess, "This is a blessing so treat it like one." And with that, she disappeared in a flash of light. The man had some sense I closing his eyes, before staring back at the baby.

"Dobby, grab the girl" he looked at her with disgust, "and put her on the table. I need to talk to Narcisa."

—Line Break by Kronos—

Seven years later

"She's a squib Lucius, I know it! She shows all the signs of it!"

"Well what do you want me to do Narcisa, kill her!"

"Why not? She isn't even your real child, Draco is. She'll ruin the family line. I don't care how you do it, just get rid of her!" And with that, the women marched off.

The man sighed before walking off in the opposite direction, grabbing a knife as he walked. It glimmered in the light, making the man look murderous.

Behind a pillar, a little girl watched the event play out, shaking, not of fear, but of anger. How dare these people plot her end all because she wasn't like them. Her grey eyes hardened looking like a raging violent storm as she grabbed a backpack, shoving in random items before walking to her bedroom window, if you could call it a room. It was a small closet like room next to the kitchen, probably meant for storage, but a mattress was placed inside along with her apron, as they lied to everyone they met, calling her their maid, even lying their own son. The girl was forced to hide every time she saw the boy walking down the hall way. Though they were the same age, he would act superior to her. He often laughed at her, before pushing her up a wall where she was beaten. His parents didn't care, often turning a blind eye to the way she was treated. They did not care that their made often had bruises and scars. They only wanted to make sure their golden boy was doing alright.

She would clean and cook for them, right next to the family house elf, Dobby. He was rather nice, a little obnoxious, but still good company in the kitchens and house. For as long as she could remember, she had worked along side the house elf. It was him who convinced her to start being cautious around his masters son, and it was him who would help to clean her wounds

She didn't look back as she opened the window before leaping out into the cold night air, only briefly wondering what would happen to Dobby her very first friend, and the Malfoy's son Draco, as he wasn't terrible when he was in good mood. She quickly shook the thoughts from her head, she didn't have time for this, they wanted her dead, and she could not let that happen.

Running off into the woods, she disappeared. They wouldn't be hearing of the little maid girl for a very long time.