Creating Alliances: Reading the Books 1
The Titan War is finished, but the Giant War is next. Lord Voldemort is on the rise. When three old women known as the Fates and one letter bring two worlds together, can they both survive without killing each other? And who exactly is Percy Jackson?
Disclaimer: I, Bella Frances, do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and all rights go to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan, respectively. Only I own the plot line.
Chapter 1: We're Off to see the Wizard
Albus Dumbledore was a very experienced man. One who has seen this no man should see, and did things not many has done. It takes a lot to scare him, surprise or even shock him. So imagine to his surprise when a letter appeared on his desk on a fine Saturday morning. The whole letter practically hummed with power and anticipation; the papers, the words, even the ink. But what surprised him was not the letter, but the message itself.
Albus Dumbledore, it read,
An important event shall take place soon.
It could help change the world, the future even, to a better place.
For that, we need to build alliances.
By 10 A.M. sharp this morning, we want the following people in your office:
You have been warned.
The letter was unsigned. Who could it be? Maybe someone from the future perhaps? 'Well' he thought with a chuckle, 'Best start calling them. It would not do well to upset whoever sent. I wonder what could be so important.' Glancing at his pocket watch, he saw the time was now 8:50 A.M.. Better get started then.
Harry Potter was very depressed. It had been the most depressing first month of school. Sirius had just died that year. He could always talk to him using the mirror the gods gave but the dormitory was full of people and it just wasn't the same. The Titan War took place that summer and many had died, including his sort-of big brother Luke. And to top it all off, Snape was teaching DADA. The gods must really hate him. If only this 'Half Blood Prince' could give him advice right now. Oh yes, Harry Potter knew all about the Greek Gods. In fact, he was related to one. Grandson of Hermes (on his father's side of course), god of thieves, travelers, athletes, and - unofficially- pranksters, in fact. This was the reason why he was so sneaky, so cunning. Why traveling wasn't really a problem to him, why he was so darn good at Quidditch, and most certainly how he managed to nick Hermione's homework every night and come some stuff out of it. (Not that he'd ever admit to that though.) No one outside Camp Half-Blood knew this. Not even his relatives the Dursleys- for all they knew he had been spending his summers at some hot-shot behavioral camp in America. 'Yeah, like they'll ever find out.' he thought with a snort. In fact if they ever found out, he would be spending his whole life there for being 'twice the freak than normal'. With these thoughts running through his head, he almost didn't hear Ron yelling at him to get a move on for Dumbledore's office. 'Wonder what this one's bout.' he mused. 'Maybe he'll pull me out of the Dursleys' he thought with a smile on his face. He could almost hear Annabeth in the background telling him to think reasonably. He decided to think this though. Would Dumbledore really bring him out of his misery, the banes of his existence? Naaaa.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron entered Dumbledore's office. They weren't surprised to see the Headmaster but were surprised to Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and most of all, Remus Lupin.
"Lemon drops?"Dumbledore asked a smile on his face. "Professor Lupin! What are you doing here? Are you going to teach again? Are you alright? The full moon was two nights ago. Did you take your Wolfsbane potion? Did you-" Lupin laughed and raised his hand, cutting off Hermione. "No Hermione, I am not going to teach again. Yes, I'm alright. Yes, I took my potion. As for what I am doing here…." He trailed off, looking at the Headmaster curiously. Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As you know, I have called you here for a very important reason. A few hours ago, I have received a letter.-""A letter?" Snape drawled, an eyebrow raised."You brought us here for a letter?" Remus sent hateful glares his way which Snape promptly ignored. Dumbledore chuckled. "My dear Severus, this is not just any letter. The sender wrote in here that we shall be taking place in an important event soon. One that can change the future for the better." Shocked looks were met at this. The future? How is that possible? Hermione was the first to recover. "But Headmaster isn't that dangerous?" As if to answer her question, green smoke flooded the room. The lights dimmed, flickered, and went right back up. In place of the green smoke, there stood three, very old ladies. Harry gasped. He knew exactly who they were and knelt. "My ladies." "Rise Harry Potter." said the one in the middle. "To answer your question yes, we were the ones who sent the letter. In the near future, you shall be between two wars, of friends and family. Shall you fight old foes that have now resurrected for your friends? Or shall you fight new foes for your long-loved family, one you have stood by for nearly 7 years?" Harry looked gob smacked. Would this mean his secret would be out? Despite the situation, Ron and Hermione sent him suspicious looks at him. She could always be lying, but something told them they were not. Long-loved family? The closest thing he had to a family was Sirius and the Dursleys but Sirius was dead now and they doubted he would actually try to save the Dursleys. In fact, they swore he would secretly love it if they died. Dumbledore, Minerva, and Snape also sent him quizzing looks. What did she mean? The lady continued. "Nevertheless, we are here to help. Five books will be here to show you of the past, to help you guide you're way to the future. Try not to kill yourselves." And with a wave of their hands, they disappeared leaving five new books on the table. All heads turned to Harry. Hermione narrowed her eyes. "What does she mean by long-loved? I thought you hated the Dursleys. And why only seven years?" Before he could answer, a portal appeared on the ceiling of the office, spitting out six teenagers before disappearing again. There was a scuffle of noise before a female voice rang clear through the office. "Ow! Kelphead, get OFF ME!"
Announcement: Yeah. So exams are next week and I can only update once a week, on weekends. Soooo…., I might not be able to update any time soon. Expect the next update in two weeks as the earliest. Bella France, out!