I don't Harry Potter or Percy Jackson in case you couldn't tell. Rick Riordan and J K Rowling are the creators of the beautifully developed worlds.

Prologue:

Two people sat in the living room of their grand mansion. The fire cackled with thunder striking outside. It was quiet, except for the house elf sweeping the floor. Their eleven year old son had left for his first year at Hogwarts already and now the house was much quieter, if it hadn't already been. 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 woman dressed in a flowing white tunic stood before him. Her startling grey eyes bore into his soul. "Hello Lucius, I haven't seen you in a while." she said, not an ounce of emotion behind her voice.

"Athena. What is the meaning of this?"

"You know perfectly well what is going on."

"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, a life! I don't need another child to care for, especially not a filthy half blood."

"You will take and you will take her now," commanded goddess, "This is a gift from me and it would be wise to respect it." And with that, she disappeared in a flash of light. The man had some sense in 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."

The house elf grabbed the golden cradle and followed his master back inside the house, but not before looking sadly at the little girl unaware of the danger she would be in.