A tag from @Passionista200

1. Favorite Book?
Mark of Athena (HoO) or Kings of Clonmel (Rangers Apprentice) or The Time Paradox (Artemis Fowl)
It's kind of unclear
2. Worst Experience?
So one time I was walking my dog and we ran into this old couple on the street. My dog started barking at them which was odd because she's usually okay. So I purposely walk across the street to avoid them and they straight up follow me. It was the middle of winter so it was pretty dark that night and my dog is still barking up a storm and they start cussing me out and threatening to sue if my dog even touches them and I can't pull my dog away because she was furious and straining against the leash and she's sixty pounds of pure muscle so I'm just standing there taking it because they were two adults at 8 at night, what am I supposed to do, let my dog on them? And they're leaning toward my dog and screaming I'm so scared in a mocking falsetto, like what kind of idiots are they to provoke a dog that clearly wants to rip their guts out? I got all kinds of colorful language thrown at me and then a comment of, and I quote, "get out of our country you *more colorful language*." And I'm like they have to know me or have seen me before because I know I'm Chinese but I don't look it. Worst 5-20 (I'm not exactly sure, it was a... different kind of night) minutes of my life. But then I went home and my mom told me next time that happens just pretend to call the cops for child abuse and she swears they'll back off.
So yeah, fun.
3. Single or Taken?
Single
4. Apples or Oranges?
Strawberries
5. Scared of Ghosts?
Nah
6. Favorite Wattpad story?
I like Pokémon........ A Training Start by @riahboo and Lord Perseus Child of Rome by @Anaklusmos14
7. Sexuality?
Straight
8. Short or Tall?
Is 5'11 tall for a boy? I'm gonna go Medium
9. Love or Hate yourself?
...like
10. Favorite Color?
Blue, red, or green

But that's not important

Story time is!

James Potter's First Year

"Zoe!"

"Hi, James."

"Gee, what am I? Pegasus poop?" Cried a third voice.

"I'd like to think so," Zoe Jackson said, bumping his shoulder. "But yeah, I should probably introduce you two, huh?"

"James," Zoe told him, "This is my best friend from camp, Achilles Grace."

"Hey, man," he greeted, "You can call me Ace."

James decided he didn't like how close Ace was to Zoe. He didn't like how his close cropped brown hair spiked up in the front and his electric blue eyes gleamed. He didn't like how Ace could casually rest an elbow on Zoe's shoulder and she would just stand there, still smiling.

"Wait," James snickered, "Your name is Ace Grace?"

Ace's eyes darkened. "Blame my father. He wanted me to be named after a hero like him and Uncle Percy, 'but Achilles was a mouthful.' Still, it's better than what Mom wanted to name me. First it was Hazel, but then I was a boy, so she wanted to name me John."

He rolled his eyes at the obvious inside joke. "Hazel Grace and John Green Grace. At least with the first one she could pretend she named me after a friend. The second one was just Bacchus."

Zoe gently elbowed him in the side. "Hey, I like that your name rhymes. Easier to remember."

Ace instantly brightened. "Oh yeah, Fish Food?" He shot back, "Are you calling me forgettable?"

"So what if I am?"

"Would you like to fight me and the Apollo kids again?

"The only reason they sided with you in the first place was because your name was so easy to make terrible poems out of."

"You take that back."

"There once was a boy named Ace."

"Don't start, Zo. If not for me, then for the sake of your dear wizard friend's ears."

Zoe gave a start and turned to James, wide eyed, as if only just remembering that he was there. Then her smile returned with a vengeance, making James want to melt in his robes, just a little.

"There once was a boy named Ace," she chanted at the top of her lungs, unashamed, "Who was a little lacking in Grace. He thought he could fly, so he jumped off the sty, and a pegasus pooped on his face!"

"Zoe!" Ace cried as James was incapacitated with laughter. "That was only one time and you know it!"

"Yeah, and somehow my dad's the Seaweed Brain."

"Wait," James said again, connecting the dots in his mind. "Uncle Percy. Grace. Flying. You're Jason Grace and Piper McLean's son?"

Ace took an over exaggerated bow. "The one and only. And you're Potter's son."

James raised an eyebrow at him. "How did you know that?"

"Zoe tells me stuff," Ace shrugged, "And even if she didn't, I can tell by the features. You've got your dad's messy hair and your mom's eyes. Your facial structure is a little in the middle, but I suppose that's only to be expected. Not all of us can be spitting images of our parents." Ace sent a pointed look at Zoe at this.

"You shouldn't get all mad at me for it," Zoe spluttered indignantly, "You're just mad because my dad made me fabulous and your dad convinced you to get Pegasus poop on your face."

"Will you let that go?"

"Will you stop talking?"

"No!"

"Well there you go."

"Okay, but seriously," James said, stopping them again, "You know a lot about me, and even Zoe doesn't talk that much. How have I never seen you before?"

"I would blame that on your Uncle Ron," Ace replied smoothly.

"Why?"

"He had the hugest crush on Aunt Piper," Zoe snickered, "Like, worse than Dad on Mom huge. Bigger than Uncle Leo on Aunt Calypso huge."

"Bigger than my muscles, huge," Ace cut in with a wink at Zoe, flexing.

"That's not saying a lot, but sure, Thunder Head, let's go with that."

"Guys," James cut in, anxious to change the subject, "We're here! It's awesome, isn't it?"

Ace nodded enthusiastically, but Zoe just shrugged. "I mean," she said diplomatically, "Wonderful and all, but Mom rearranged Camp and made some improvements to Olympus, so not the best, you know? And also Dad said this place didn't have blue cookies, so how great can it possibly be?"

"Shut up," James scolded her, pressing his hand to her mouth while trying (and failing) to stop his heart from beating out of his chest, "You're not allowed to talk anymore. Hogwarts is awesome."

Ace looked over at him with a newfound respect in his eyes. "You know what, Zo?" He started, grinning, "I like this kid. He's my new best friend. You can leave."

And thus they became the new trio of inseparable, troublemaking Gryffindors.

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"Dad? What are you doing here?"

Zoe's father grinned at her from where he was standing atop a desk. "Zo-Zo!" He exclaimed gleefully, "I'm here to perform my parental duties and embarrass the Hades out of you."

"Uncle Nico told you to stop using his father's name like that."

"Who listens to Great Uncle Nico?"

"It's just Uncle, Dad."

"Nope. The dude's like a hundred now. And in the Jackson family," Percy said, bowing, "We deeply respect our elders."

James let out a snort. "Said literally no one ever."

"Do you even know how 'greats' work?" Zoe tacked on.

"No, but seriously, Uncle Percy," Ace cut in, rolling his eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"The first month of every year that one of my kids is here," Percy explained, "I will come to Hogwarts and teach the Physical Defense class."

Percy turned to the class, finally serious. "Okay, Class, since I need to condense a year's worth of lessons in a month, today we will be finding our weapons."

Zoe sighed, relieved. "So far, so good."

"But first, the story of how my daughter Zoe Jackson shot an arrow into her little brother's butt."

"Dad!"

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"Ace!" James cried, "You know we're not allowed to have brooms yet. Especially in the Common Rooms."

Ace smirked. "And, Potter?"

"How could you sneak one in and not let me have a go?"

From where he was floating behind the couch, his legs out of sight, Ace rose a little.

"Wow," Zoe breathed, "You actually can fly. I thought your dad was just being too hopeful. How did you manage that?"

"I jumped off the nests in the Owlery."

"Did one poop on your face?"

"I hate you."

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"Ow!"

"Stop that!"

Splash!

"Zoe!"

"I'm sorry, guys," she yelled back, "I'm still learning!"

"Learn faster!"

"It's not that easy!"

"Why are we arguing?!?"

"I don't know! We were yelling so I had to fight you!"

"Anyways," James calmed down, shaking his head, "You really have to get that under control. That's the fifth time I've had to rewrite Flitwick's essay because you destroyed it with water."

"Dude, you're a wizard," Ace reminded him, rolling his eyes, "Can't you just dry it or repair it or something?"

"... We have an essay for Flitwick?"

"Oh my gods, Zoe, how do you have the same grade as me?"

"Maybe we just need to help you practice," Ace suggested. "Take my cup of water and try to lift the water out without raining on us."

Zoe furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, humming a little in exertion. There was a sudden tug in her gut, and the water rose into the air in a bubble, floating over their heads.

All at once, a girl shoved past her, darting into the bathroom and breaking her concentration. Her sphere of water burst over her head, drenching her.

She simmered, and you could literally see the smoke coming out of her ears as she unconsciously heated the water on her head.

A scream.

The crash of a burst pipe.

And suddenly the corridor was flooded with bathroom water.

"Aw, gross!"

"You know what this means, Zo?" Ace snickered gently, "Not only are you getting better, but..."

Zoe cackled.

"I've become the Supreme Lord of the Bathroom!"

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"Sirius!" Harry greeted, clapping him on the back, "It's been too long!"

"I saw you yesterday."

"Siriusly?"

"Stop making that joke. Just because you're a dad, doesn't mean you have to be lame."

"Yeah, Dad," James snickered, "Stop being lame."

"My favorite godson!"

"Thanks, Sirius." Harry grinned.

"I was talking to James."

"You can't be Sirius. He's not even your proper godson."

"What have I said about that joke?"

"If I can't even be your favorite, I'm going to do whatever I want."

"I'm your guardian. I don't care what Dumbledore tells you, it's not him. It's me. You listen to me while you live under this roof."

"I don't live under this roof."

"Then I assume you'll be happy sleeping on the streets for the duration of your Christmas visit?"

"...No."

"That's what I thought."

There was the distinct crack of Apparition as Ron appeared in the room.

"My favorite godson!" Ron beamed, ruffling James's hair. "How've you been, mate?"

"Bloody wonderful," James said mockingly.

"Back off, Ronald," Sirius threatened, "He's my godson."

"He's my actual godson."

"He's my godson's son!"

"He calls me Godfather Ron!"

"What?" James cut in, "No I don't-"

"Well," Sirius contemplated, "If your father's Uncle is your Great Uncle, you should call me Great Godfather."

"Then what am I?" Ron sputtered.

James smirked.

"Slightly below average godfather."

"Yes, very funny."

"I'm being Sirius."

"Argh! You can have him, Ron."

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"Guys, look what I have!"

"Dude. For the last time, paper is not interesting."

"No, it's magical."

"This better not be like the time you said that branch in the woods was magical," Zoe said, wrinkling her nose, "You're lucky that bowtruckle didn't gouge out our eyes."

"No, watch," James insisted, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

As promised, the Map of Hogwarts spread across the parchment.

As Ace and Zoe looked on with awe, Ace's eyebrows furrowed. "James, are you sure this is the real deal?"

"Yeah. Swiped it straight from my Dad's desk. Why?"

"Care to explain why Victoire and Teddy are in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom together?"

"What?"

James Potter's Second Year

It was harder, this year, without his best friends there.

But it gave him time to think.

He's had a crush on Zoe for the longest time, not that he'd ever mention it to her or Ace.

Despite that, he could tell that Ace liked Zoe, too. I mean, come on. He isn't blind. He could also tell that Ace knew he liked Zoe.

Zoe was blissfully unaware of the silent fight between her two friends. That much was clear. He couldn't exactly blame her though. She was Percy Jackson's daughter, king of obliviousness. He'd heard from his dad that half of the school had a crush on him and he'd thought they'd come down with a sickness.

On the bright side, he got to branch out. He was easy going and popular, sure, but didn't have a lot of friends that he'd trust with anything, not like Zoe and Ace.

So that year, he tried out for Quidditch on his dad's old Firebolt. By then, there were much better brooms in circulation, though none quite reaching the same skill level of Percy and Annabeth's old Pegasus Five Millions.

Still, as a second year, he outstripped nearly everyone else in skill, despite having a significantly inferior broom. It was exhilarating. He could tell why his dad loved being on the Quidditch Pitch so much.

Hogwarts had another Potter Star Seeker on its hands for sure.

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"Uncle Percy, thanks so much!"

"That thing's like twenty years old. Don't sweat it, kid."

Annabeth smacked him upside the head. "Just say you're welcome and be done with it, Percy. You couldn't have bothered to get him a new Pegasus model from Leo?"

Percy made an astonished face at her. "Um, hello," Percy said in a 'duh' tone of voice, "I'm not an idiot, Annabeth. I got Leo to make an improvement."

Percy leaned forward and pressed into the tip of the broom. "Boom!" Percy exclaimed, evidently proud of himself, "Cup holder."

"Wonderful," Annabeth remarked drily, "Truly spectacular."

"Well I don't see you getting him a better present, Wise Girl."

"Watch and learn, Seaweed Brain."

She turned to James with a wide grin. "You want to learn the move that made me famous on the Pitch?"

"Annabeth," Ginny sighed, "You know I love you."

"But can't teaching my son how to jump off his broom and live wait until at least his fourth year?"

"Cool!"

"I don't care how awesome you two think you are," Ron cut in, "How many times you saved the world has no importance here. And I think I did a much better job on my present. Here, James."

"Uncle Ron, this is just a chocolate frog."

"Open it."

James unboxed it, taking a bite and lifting out the card.

"It's you."

"Yup," Ron beamed.

"This is what you gave me last year."

"Really?"

"And the year before that."

"I would never."

"..."

"..."

"This is why I like Uncle Percy better than you."

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"Yo! Potter!"

"What's up, Alice?"

Alice Longbottom was a third year and Gryffindor's Keeper. She had Hannah Abbott's blonde hair and kindness as well as her father's brown eyes and bravery.

"It's about Quidditch. I just wanted to say that you've been living up to your Dad by a long shot but if you held your broom a little further up, it'd make you more aerodynamic and give you better control."

James, though already smiling, brightened considerably. "Awesome. Ever since my Uncle Percy upgraded my broom for my birthday I've been doing a lot better."

"Oh yeah," Alice agreed, "Don't I know it. The team and I are so glad you got off that old hunk of junk of a Firebolt. Those haven't made Ginny Potter's Best Brooms list in like a decade."

James rolled his eyes goodnaturedly. "I know, believe me." He scoffed, "Dad was so mad at Mom for that."

"If you ask me," James whispered conspiratorially, "He's just jealous that Mom went professional for the Hollyhead Harpies and Dad got stuck behind a desk in the Ministry."

"Why? What'd he say?"

"He kept going on and on about how it was a classic and classics automatically got one hundred fifty extra points in the coolness department."

"Wow," Alice whistled, "For being one of Hogwarts's famed heroes and all, your dad is kind of a dork. But he's got to know Firebolts are half as fast as the average broom."

"He'd be bloody stupid if he didn't," James smiled. "Mom took her old Cleansweep and tried to smash it over his head to prove that either classics were brittle or his head was too thick to comprehend how terrible they are or both."

"I've heard stories about Ginerva Potter. That's it?"

"She unleashed the Bat Bogeys on him and it was all over."

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"Potter!"

James winced, turning slowly to face Snape.

"Yes, Sevvy?"

The Head Of Slytherin remained unamused.

"Would you like to explain to me the infernal racket that you caused in my classroom? Or shall we just tack on another detention?"

"It's not my fault, really, Professor Snape."

"So this old Snitch I found that says Property of Harry Potter isn't yours?"

James didn't know how Snape possibly could have caught it in his old age, but he didn't say anything about it. Only smiled as innocently as the troublemaker grin he'd inherited from his father would allow.

"But Professor. Surely you remember that my name is James."

"Ten points from Gryffindor."

"But-"

"Twenty."

"Professor-"

"Thirty."

"It's not my fault!" James cut in quickly before Snape could keep going, "My Uncle is Percy Jackson, what did you expect?"

James knew that the old Potions teacher had a soft spot for Percy, and he had no problem pulling that card now.

Snape gave him several long looks of what James hoped was pity.

As usual, he was mistaken.

"You poor, unfortunate soul. Three detentions."

"Did you just quote The Little Mermaid?"

"Five detentions."

James Potter's Third Year

His little brother was coming to Hogwarts.

Could you call him stoked? Maybe.

Family time for the Potter brothers, which his dad was constantly telling him would not be allowed to happen unless he wanted his house demolished.

Was he wrong? Not at all.

On the bright side, Ace's little brother was coming to Hogwarts.

"Ouch." Albus said when James tactlessly mentioned that to him, "Why do you cherish your best friend's brother over your own?"

James patted him sympathetically on the shoulder, jabbing him once more with the point of his wand for good measure. "When you have a best friend, you'll understand."

He'd gone and said something like that, and somehow he was surprised when Albus walked into the Great Hall with a new friend and was sorted into Slytherin.

"Dude!" James whined after finding his brother, "When I said you could be a Slytherin, I didn't mean actually go and be a Slytherin!"

Albus sent him a dry smile. "You have Hunter, James. Remember?"

"But that boy's so Hufflepuff!" James groaned loudly. "Al, don't leave me alone in Gryffindor with Rose."

"Dad was almost a Slytherin," Albus smiled, "And your favorite uncle Percy was almost a Hufflepuff. You'll deal. I promise."

James pouted at him, a mannerism he picked up from Zoe.

Albus sighed. "Think of all the food you can coerce Hunter into getting for you now that he's in the Hufflepuff Basement. Didn't you tell me the Kitchens were there?"

Ace brightened. "You're right! Thanks, Al."

"Now can I get back to Scorpius, or am I going to have to tell the whole school about this pity party you just put on for yourself?"

"Doesn't matter what you do, Al," James smirked, "I'm popular around here, can't you tell? I could turn my own hair bright pink and walk around in a bikini and pass it off as a joke."

"Don't do that. And seriously, James. I'm leaving now."

"I still can't believe you made friends with a Malfoy."

"James!"

"Alright, alright. Bye. But just for that, I'm not sharing my stolen Pumpkin Pastries with you."

"You suck."

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Turns out, Albus had a bigger effect on him than he'd thought.

As soon as news got out that not only had a Potter gotten sorted into Slytherin, but that he was best friends with Voldemort's supposed kid, the gossiping blew up.

Where a first year was placed generally wasn't a huge concern. If a kid is Slytherin, a kid is Slytherin. No big whoop.

But if one more person asked him how he felt about his little brother sporting the green and silver snake crest, James would ship himself back home via owl.

And Pigwidgeon was not in great shape, if you asked him.

"Are you okay, James?

It was Hunter. His blonde hair matched his Hufflepuff robes, and he had his mother's kaleidoscopic eyes. He was named for his aunt Thalia, the famous lieutenant of the Artemis.

The boy was lanky, even for an eleven year old. And if his last name weren't Grace, he never would've pegged him as Ace's brother.

"I'm fine, Hunt. Aren't you supposed to be meeting Rose soon?"

With Albus hanging out with Scorpius and their falling out, Rose had turned to making other friends, the first of which being Hunter.

"Yeah, but I had to check on you first. Achilles told me that I had a sworn duty to check up on you once a month, make you laugh once a week, and annoy you at least five times a day."

James could only chuckle to himself. "Sounds like Ace."

"And Zoe said-"

James perked up immediately. "What did Zoe say?"

"Zoe said she wants you to transfigure her a blue elephant in McGonagall's. Apparently their's is getting lonely."

James deflated, just a little, but smiled at the boy. "Consider it done. Have fun with Rose. But not too much fun. You're not allowed to have a crush until fifth year, got it? And she's my little cousin."

"You mean like your crush on my big cousin Zoe?"

"Shut up, Hunter. And she's not your cousin."

"Doesn't mean you don't have a big ugly crush on her."

"Just go and meet Rose."

Hunter smiled and strode off a little before turning back. "Oh, I forgot. How are you holding up, you know, with Albus being Slytherin and all?"

James took off like rocket, screaming.

"Pig! Delivery time!"

Rose walked up to him, confused at his laughter. "You were supposed to meet me in the library ten minutes ago. Was that James?"

"Yup."

"What were you doing to make him run off like that?"

"The list my brother gave me. Check, check, and definite check."

"Cunning move, you," Rose mused, a small smile on her face, "I'd have thought you were a Slytherin."

Hunter grinned into the distance, his eyes showing a little too much mischievousness.

"Thank you."

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"Rose, look out!"

"Huh?"

And then she was tackled to the ground.

"Scorpius!" She yelled angrily, "What in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing?"

"Saving your life, duh!" He shouted down at her, "This is the part where you tell me I'm your hero and shower me with kisses!"

"What did I need saving from?" She asked exasperatedly, rolling her eyes, "I'm literally just walking to the library."

"I'm saving you from the dangers of the library."

"No thank you. I happen to quite like the library. As if I was in any danger of learning, anyhow. Hunter doesn't let me study. Now shove off, you big lump."

She stood, huffed in a very Hermione-esque fashion, and strode off to her intended destination.

Scorpius, on the other hand, just rolled over onto his stomach and rested his face in his hands, sighing dreamily and watching her leave.

"Couldn't 'woo' her, huh?" Scorpius heard Albus smirk from above him, "What's this? Your tenth attempt? I can't believe you think romance and charm are your redeeming qualities."

The boy on the floor just sunk deeper into his hand. "I'll get her one day. If I wanted it to be easy I wouldn't have wanted Rose."

"What do you think she meant by 'Hunter doesn't let me study,'" Scorpius asked his best friend, "She's top of our class. Even higher than me."

"I think my cousin thinks he's distracting," Albus remarked drily, wiggling his eyebrows even though Scorpius wasn't looking.

If Albus thought that would discourage his friend, he was sadly mistaken. He burst into a huge smile and pushed himself from the floor.

"Now I have to go save her from Hunt!"

James Potter's Fourth Year

In their fourth year, Hogwarts students were given the opportunity to go to America for the second half of school instead of, you know, actual classwork.

Naturally, it was a very popular trip.

They visited Ilvermorny for a week in Massachusetts before traveling south to the much more anticipated location, Camp Half Blood.

There, they would be able to continue their Physical Defense Class, meet the famous Percabeth and the minor gods of the Seven, and live in a Cabin based on House.

(Because let's be honest. If you let them choose a godly parent some of the slighted Gods were bound to be offended)

(And when gods get butthurt bad things happen)

They would also risk their lives in the arena when someone inevitably ticked of Clarisse.

(She might be approaching her forties but she could still kick their teenage wizarding butts without even getting up)

But still, better than homework.

James was just excited to finally see Ace and Zoe's home and meet their friends.

Also to swing an actual sword.

But mostly the visiting friends thing.

"James!" Zoe shrieked when she saw him, "You came at the perfect time. Dad's 'bout to crush Uncle Jason in the arena!"

She took him by the hand from the crowd of fourth years and dragged him to where Ace was cheering.

"Get 'em, Dad!" He screamed, "Show him what a god can do!"

James's mouth dropped open in shock. He'd always known Ace's parents were gods, but somehow he'd failed to make the connection until now.

"If your parents are gods," James asked, his eyes wide, "Doesn't that make you a god too?"

"Nah," Ace replied, never taking his eyes off the spar, "They were both heroes first. They had to earn their worth. Making them gods didn't take away their mortality. So while I'm partially immortal and stronger than the average demigod I guess I'm more of a..."

"Nuisance to fight?" Zoe supplied, "Thunder Head? Bolt Breath?"

"I was going to say three quarters blood," Ace grumbled, "But I guess those work too."

"I mean-" Zoe cut herself off, "Yeah! Thrust! Left swing! Parry! Shield, Dad! Shield!"

Jason's stab directly into the rounded surface of Percy's watch-shield diverted him to his right, off balance and stumbling, as Percy made quick work of his exposed left side.

He rested the flat of his blade on Jason's torso, grinning as he pretended to slice the Pontifex in half.

"That was for you, Zo-Zo!" Percy grinned, "In honor of Ace's defeat last week. Jason owes your mom a week worth of chores now, too."

"You lost to Zoe?" James snickered, completely believing it.

"Hey!" Ace cried indignantly, "You've never had to fight a wild beast with nothing but a sword and your will to live."

Zoe laughed as she shoved him, eyes and hands lingering a little longer than strictly necessary. James sucked in a breath.

Even though the crowd was screaming, cheering for their Greek Hero, to James, it was so quiet you could hear his heart break.

Zoe was an affectionate person. Part of being Percy Jackson's daughter. She hugged and shoved and slung her arms around anyone who'd let her (and even some people who didn't) as often as she breathed.

Somehow, though, he'd been struck dumb by this.

This little display of pure Zoe-ness that should have been nothing but James knew without a doubt in his mind that it was something felt like a strike to the gut.

And he didn't know what to do.

So he did the first thing he thought of.

He ran.

He quickly excused himself from their group to go to the bathroom and before he even had time to hear Zoe's shout of protest that James you don't know where the bathrooms are! he was gone.

He ran as fast as his legs would move for as long as they would carry him and collapsed against a pile of rocks that looked strangely like a mountain of poop. He was breathing hard, trying and failing to get this new revelation out of his head.

This was something he'd always known would happen. He saw Zoe, what? Maybe three weeks out of the year if she wasn't in Hogwarts. They lived an entire ocean apart and when he did see her, he didn't treat her any differently than he'd treat a friend.

Of course she wouldn't consider him more than one.

Ace, though. He was perfect for Zoe. He matched her enthusiasm with his and then some and their banter came as easily as normal conversation.

He was the one who carried her to the hospital wing in their first year when she accidentally transfigured her leg into a crab claw. He was the one who punched Pansy Parkinson's son in the face when he called her a Half Blood Freak. She was the one who cheered him up that day when Ace's parents were fighting.

(Jason and Piper had hit a few bumps. Nothing too big. But then when Jason, being a stupid head, went to Reyna for comfort and kissed her cheek in thanks just as Piper was going to apologize, that's when stuff got hard)

(It's okay now, though)

(In case anyone was wondering)

James knew all of this, of course, but that didn't stop him from hurting. Zoe was an easy person to crush on.

To his surprise, Annabeth was the one to find him.

"Hey, James," she said softly, "Thought you would've liked to see your hero beat a god. What happened?"

James looked at her for a split second before looking away. He didn't feel like talking. Thankfully, though, Annabeth seemed to pick up on that.

"You know," she said instead, "Your dad used to have the biggest crush on me."

James was so startled he slammed his head into the rocks behind him with how fast he looked up.

"What?" He screeched, "But you've been with Uncle Percy since you were five!"

"Oh, gods," Annabeth groaned softly, "Don't listen to anything your mother or Ace tells you, okay? Just... no."

James tilted his head, now more confused than ever. "What?" He asked, "But Dad told me that."

"Your Dad went through a war and came out... particularly untrusting. It hadn't even been two months after defeating Voldemort and losing so much of his family that he found out Percy was his grandson."

James's eyes bugged out. "Uncle Percy is Dad's grandson?"

Annabeth shoved her face into her hands. "No, you doof. Percy is Voldemort's grandson. And speaking of Percy, you have been spending way too much time with him."

"So your dad found out his biggest enemy had a family, something that he was so violently deprived of, and kind of went berserk with distrust." Annabeth continued, "He hadn't gotten with your mom yet, and so he developed this insane crush on me."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I know you have a crush on Zoe."

"Who told you that?"

"It's not something I have to be told." Annabeth shrugged, "Call it intuition. I've always been good at reading people. I also know that Ace has a crush on her and that Zoe, no matter how much I love her, is Seaweed Brain Jr."

James had to laugh. It felt good to laugh. It didn't dull the ache in his heart, though. Still, he said nothing.

"I almost lost Percy once," Annabeth remembered, "To Rachel."

"You mean Charlie's Rachel?" James asked. "Let me get this straight... you made the girl who had a crush on your husband your third child's godmother?"

"We lined up Godparents with some of the first people who'd ever had our backs and with their namesakes. She's the Oracle now. She lives up in that cave in the Camp. She's saved our lives more times than I care to count. She's strong and brave and even though she's a mortal she's one of us. She threw a blue plastic hairbrush at the Titan Lord for us. She deserved it."

"Anyways, Percy didn't know how he felt about me, and we'd just fought. If she made the first move, sometimes I think she could've swiped Percy for herself."

James swallowed thickly. If he acted now, while Zoe was still oblivious, he could have her. She would be happy. He's still her best wizard friend. Ace is her best demigod friend. He could have her.

"She did," Annabeth recalled, "She kissed him. Beckendorf even saw it. Percy didn't know what to make of it. He cared about her. You should've seen him when he learned she was going to try and be Oracle. But I think, deep down, she knew it was supposed to be me and Percy."

She stopped, smiling a little before she continued.

"Has anyone ever told you about the second Battle for Olympus?"

"Plenty of times. My dad saved everyone."

Annabeth scoffed. "Well, he had a little help, but sure. Let's go with that."

"Anyways," Annabeth said, "If that battle had gone another way, you might not exist."

"What?"

"Raydon Jesome," she told him, "One of the bravest boys I ever met. And not just because he was a hero. Because he had the courage to go after what his heart wanted. He dated your mom. He loved her."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because," she shrugged simply, "I've never been good at this feelings stuff. It's one of the reasons Percy and I work so well together. He's not my opposite, he's my complement. I deal in fact. Now let me get back to reminiscing."

"He looked like a buffer version of your father," Annabeth chuckled, "I think your mom had a type. But they dated for months. They were happy. Then he died."

James was thrown off by the abruptness. How... blunt.

"With his last words, he basically told Harry, 'Stop being and idiot and kiss the girl already.'" Annabeth winced, "Wow, I've been spending way too much time with Percy. And I bet Raydon had too, otherwise he wouldn't have been spending his dying breath like that."

She shook herself.

"So Raydon tells Harry, 'I dated Ginny because she was so hung up on you and you didn't even notice and she needed to be happy,'" Annabeth boomed, deepening her voice in her best impression of him, "'Even though I knew she would be happier with you. Even though I knew this wouldn't last much longer than it took for you to put your freaking glasses on and see how great this girl was.'"

James closed his eyes, leaning back against the rocks. He knew exactly what Annabeth was trying to get across. Ace would make Zoe happier. Plain and simple. It wasn't something that was debatable.

"You're right," he said, making her brighten, "You're not very good at this."

Her face crumpled a little, so he nudged her. "But you helped. You really did. Thank you, Aunt Annabeth."

She grinned, ruffling his hair.

"Anytime."

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That night, James found a little booklet on his bed.

He read the title, written messily in English, and almost snorted at the hilarity of it.

How to Get Over Heartbreak

By Percy Jackson

Honestly, James should have known. Percy and Annabeth shared everything. Telling one meant telling the other, especially if it concerned their kid.

He didn't know what to expect, with a name like that, written by a person like Percy. Perhaps the infamous blue cookie treatment, or a two step, two minute way to heal completely.

Whatever it had been, though, it was definitely not what he saw when he turned the page.

You don't.

Well, then.

You D-O-N-Apostrophe-T

Drown yourself in sadness

Overeat ice cream

Nap 24/7

'Til Tartarus freezes over, this will haunt you for the rest of your life

Tears trailing towards the toes

Yes, that is a lot of T's.

James snickered to himself, slightly disheartened. This will haunt you for the rest of your life didn't sound particularly appealing.

He'd wanted an easy fix. That was all he wanted. Percy of all people should have known that.

Percy, who kept a smile on his face just to encourage the people around him.

Percy, who loved his friends and family so deeply, so truly that he would launch himself head first into danger without batting an eye.

Percy, who'd been through literal hell and come out just as Percy as ever.

Percy, who had just told him that heartbreak would crush him.

Nevertheless, he flipped the page.

You don't get over heartbreak.

James frowned.

You go through it.

You accept it, and you move on from it, and then you heal.

It won't be easy. Heartbreak never is.

Your heart is like a bridge. It's there to connect you to someone else. There will be people who tell you to get over it.

You can't get over a broken bridge.

Believe me, I know. I'm the one who broke it. And Michael Yew suffered the consequences.

There's a reason love is like war. There's a reason, while I have never had my heart broken, I know exactly how you feel.

Because no one in this Camp would tell you to just get over that trauma. They know better. They know there's nothing like losing the people you care for.

You don't get over it.

For the longest time I blamed myself. Faces lurked in the darkness. Names haunted my nightmares.

Bianca. Zoë. Beckendorf. Silena. Michael. Bob. Damasen.

Deaths I caused. Deaths I could have stopped. Deaths that should have never happened.

I was young, then. Young and naive. I may no longer be young, but I still have a lot to learn. What I do know, though, is that in order to move on, you need to make peace with the fact that it happened.

You can't change that.

You can't.

And while you're following my infallible D-O-N-Apostrophe-T healing method, there will be people who tell you to man up and stop sulking.

What they don't know, what a lot of people don't know, is that there's nothing braver than letting yourself feel heart wrenching pain because you know that's the best way. They don't know that bottling up your emotions never helps. Only makes it that much easier for you to explode.

Don't do that.

James had to screw his eyes shut for a second to stop himself from almost crying.

Then he steeled himself and turned the page.

So breathe in.

James took a shuddering breath.

And breathe out.

He complied.

And breathe in.

And breathe out.

Keep going. Breathing is good for the soul. Breathing keeps you alive.

But then, when you know you're ready, you're going to breathe in.

And you're going to hold it.

And then you're going to let go.

James had to smile at that, tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Percy was a goof, a child in a man's body, really, but he's always been good at helping the people he loved.

And, when he turned the page, he noticed a note scrawled on the back.

James

Zoe may not love you the way you love her, but she does love you.

Don't forget that.

-Your Favorite Uncle, Percy

P.S. I take my payment in any of the three B's. (Blue Cookies, Bro Hugs, or Bragging Rights to Ron because no matter how much he denies it I totally am your favorite)

James had to laugh. Then, with no shame at all, he locked himself in one of the closets and let himself cry.

<*~*~*~*~*>

The next morning, he felt better.

Not great, not even good, just... better.

He managed a wave at Zoe without breaking down, which was a plus.

It also earned him a smile from Percy.

And for the first time, when he looked at his uncle, he saw a teenager, gaunt and guilty and alone under the shiny Greek Hero he let people think he was.

But if Percy could heal from that, James could heal from this.

_______________

"Fairy Godmother Thalia!" Zoe exclaimed, "I didn't know you were coming!"

"I didn't know either," the Lieutenant of Artemis grumbled, wincing a little at the nickname, "Stupid Apollo kids not being able to trek only halfway across the state by themselves."

"Gee," Ace laughed, "Who woulda thought two ten year old boys couldn't make it through the monster infested cities alone?"

Thalia, slugged him in the shoulder, grinning, "Wimps, am I right? I ran away when I was nine and look how I turned out."

James sniggered. "Yes, it's a very good thing you escorted them here."

Thalia scowled at him, but he was unfazed. Zoe told him she was a real softie under her spiky hair and Death to Barbie shirts.

"You're Zoe's Godmother?" James asked, "My godfather is Ronald Weasley. I was named after my dad's godfather Sirius."

"Hey, yeah," Thalia shouted indignantly, "Why isn't your middle name Thalia?!?"

"I don't have a-"

"Well, you should, Kelp Head Jr."

"Luke's middle name isn't Travis and Charlie's isn't Nico."

"I thought both the Stolls were his godparents."

"They are. But Travis is older so he gets to choose first and so Connor is Godmother."

At James's confused but smiling face, Zoe shrugged. "You can't give a Stoll something without giving it to the other," she explained, "So my parents named them Godparents and they figured, Hey, one of us has to be father and the other has to be mother."

Thalia shook her head, "Stupid boys. That's why I told Percy and Annie that I claimed godparenthood of all their girls."

A pause.

"I think that's why they only had boys after that."

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One Friday in the middle of their stay, the Campers demanded something called Percabeth Campfire Story Time.

James, of course, knew exactly what that was.

The other wizards were about to have their minds blown with two and a half decades worth of the best couple of all time.

First Kiss

"Oh," Annabeth grinned, "That's easy. We were fourteen."

Percy snapped his fingers. "Yeah! That was the Labyrinth year."

"Percy was being stupid and heroic-"

"Heroic, maybe," Percy argued, offended, "But stupid? I was saving your life!"

"Like I was saying," Annabeth continued, "Percy was being stupid, and trying to risk his life for me."

"I thought you were going to punch me."

"I should have."

"Hey!"

"I mean, I kissed you and then you died for two weeks."

"But-"

"Pavlov's theory. Conditioning. If every time I kiss you, you die, why would I want to?"

"That's not-"

"How did it feel?" Silena Rodriguez, Clarisse and Chris's daughter interrupted dreamily, "Was it good?"

"Oh yeah," Percy confirmed with a lopsided smile, "Let's just say, sparks were flying."

The entire camp let out an aww, but Annabeth just groaned.

"That's because we were in a volcano, Seaweed Brain."

"Ah."

Wedding Day

"My favorite day," Piper sighed, "I don't care how much of an Aphrodite kid I sound like, that was the best day of my life."

"Uh, Pipes," Jason whispered, nudging her, "What about our wedding?"

"Hush, sweetie," Piper said, waving him off, "Percabeth is talking."

"Let's see," Annabeth thought, "My birthday, we were twenty three. Well, I was twenty three. Percy needed to wait a month."

"I wanted it to be on her birthday, since our first anniversary was on mine."

Annabeth smiled fondly at him. "Seaweed Brain."

"Grover was my best man," Percy recalled.

"That hurt," Jason sniffed, "I thought we were bros. I wasn't even first groomsman. I was second groomsman. I'm your best bud and your cousin!"

Percy had to roll his eyes at that. "Okay, no. There aren't ranks for groomsmen, Sparky. And I had to put you behind Frank! He's my boy, and my favorite great great great great nephew!"

"Also Hazel was behind Thalia so her and Frank needed to match up," Annabeth added.

"Yeah, and that, too."

"But mine was aesthetic purposes since Hazel's shorter than Piper."

"Sorry, Jase. Mine was favoritism."

"I saved your life!"

"So did he!"

"Why wasn't I your Best Man? Come on, Percy!"

"Because, Jason," Percy muttered, lost in thought, "That was the right thing for me to do. Grover's been my best friend since I was twelve. He's the one who got me through middle school. He's the one who kept me alive long enough to be a hero."

"But I really knew I made the right choice for a best man when I started crying during my vows and you tried to offer me a tissue and Grover just rolled his eyes with a smile and straight up wiped away my tears for me."

"Can't argue with that," Annabeth grinned. "Those were some pretty great vows, though, Seaweed Brain."

"I had to find some way to top a literal Valentine's Day speech! It was our wedding!"

"Oh!" Piper cried, "Can we hear them? Preferably without the tears this time?"

"Piper, it's been almost fifteen years," Annabeth reminded her, "I doubt he-"

"Annabeth Chase," Percy said, cutting her off, "I love you. There's really nothing else I could say."

"I don't know a lot of things," Percy continued bashfully, "I don't know how my car works and I don't know why it's not okay to eat animals because they're living things but it's okay to eat plants, even though they're also living. I don't know why blue food tastes so much better than regular food. Just that it does.

"People are always asking me why I love Annabeth. My answer is always the same. Because she's Annabeth. I don't need a reason to know I love you. And if there is a solid reason, all I can say is I don't need to know. Love is a feeling. And if I feel like I love this girl, then I do. And all I need to know is that when you laugh your eyes brighten and it's impossible not to laugh with you. And I know how to cheer you up when you're feeling down and I know how to get past that tough exterior you put up and I know that the only reason you smack me and call me names and get possessive is because you care about me and love me, too. That's what I know, because that's all that really counts.

"I love you for your stubbornness, and your strength, and your support. I love you, because at the end of a long day, I know you'll make it better. And it doesn't matter that you're prideful and judgmental and too smart for your own good sometimes, because you're also always there when I need you.

"And I promise to be there when you need me, too. I promise to make sure you relax a little. To help you live out your dreams. I love you, Annabeth. I want nothing but happiness for you."

Annabeth was blushing up a storm, but she physically could not stop smiling.

"I guess it's my turn, then," she sniffed, "Can't leave all the campers waiting, after all."

"Seaweed Brain," she started, "When I met you that day when we were twelve, I hoped you would change my life."

"I'd been waiting for years, ever since Chiron told me about my destiny. You were this drooling, scrawny, unconscious preteen who I almost smacked myself for believing in too hard. Much less beat up campers had passed through in the five years I'd been at camp. I thought you were just another boy I put too much hope in.

"But I was wrong. You are the only person I'd ever admit that for. You didn't just change my life, you sent a hurricane through it. A good kind, though. People give you a lot of credit. Not that you don't deserve it, but we all know you'd be dead a million times over without me. The thing is, I'd also be dead a million times over without you.

"You were the first ever constant in my life. You were my friend when I only ever had Chiron and Grover. You were the one who got me out of Camp. You were the one who reconnected me with my family. You were my first kiss and my first date and my first boyfriend, but above all you were my first best friend.

"There are some days I think I'd give up my dream for you," Annabeth said softly, "Of being an architect. Of building something permanent."

"And then I remember," She mused, snapping her fingers half heartedly as if in revelation, "That what you and I have. That's permanent. You've never stopped loving me. You could forget who I am and still love me.

"But that makes me scared. That I could live my entire life dependent on some boy who was supposed to be my rival and be okay with it. That scares me so much.

"When I'm next to you, though, I never need to be scared. You don't make me strong. You make me stronger. I promise I'll do the same for you. I promise to push you to be better and to watch your back and to love you with everything I have. And it's not just the Hubris speaking when I say I have a lot to love with. I love you, Percy, never forget that."

A short but sweet kiss in the firelight had the entire camp cooing at them, even their own children.

Piper leaned her head against Jason's shoulder, sighing blissfully. "Why don't you ever do anything romantic like that?"

"I got you flowers for our anniversary."

"Yes, I feel so appreciated getting the same bouquet literally every special occasion that comes. Come on, Jase, surprise me."

"What about what I got you for your birthday? That was different."

"You got me nothing."

"And you were expecting the bouquet. Surprise!"

"Oh!" Percy realized.

"That's why we found you stuffed under the kitchen sink!"

First Experience in the Wizarding World

"This is not part of Percabeth story time!" Piper argued loudly.

"Hey," Percy said, pulling her back down, "If the people wanna know, the people wanna know. And let me just say, Harry Potter is a character."

The oh-so-graceful Oracle of Delphi choked on her drink, spitting into the flames.

The entire camp stared at her.

"What?" She croaked out.

"Harry Potter's really something," Percy rephrased, "What did you think I said?"

"Nothing!" Rachel squeaked, "Harry's not a character. This is the real world, not the imagination spawned land of our creator, what are you even talking about Percy? Stop being such a Kelp Head! You said something? Cuz I didn't say anything. Why are you still talking Percy? Shut up!"

She huffed and crossed her arms, pointedly staring ahead and hoping the firelight would mask the way her face matched her hair.

"Okay then," Percy winced awkwardly, "Harry didn't like me, Ron didn't like me, Malfoy didn't like me, and I think Hermione liked me a little too much, if you catch my drift."

"Quit it, Percy," Annabeth remarked drily, paying no attention to the hint that one of her closest friends had had a crush on her husband, "Just stop."

"Stop what?" Percy grinned, "I think you need to be a little more Pacific."

Percy snickered a little to himself. "Sea what I did there? You know, cuz we're in New York and that's so Atlantic?"

"The story, Uncle Prissy," Silena sighed, "We get enough of your stupid sense of humor everyday, and we want to hear the story."

Percy blinked in shock. "Wow, and here I was doubting you were blood related to Clarisse."

Percy counted on his fingers. "Let's see. Teleporting fireplaces, Nico Horses, a quick round of Thanatos Eating, and a Girl Stampede of Skittle Thieves."

"And now I can go back to my awesome puns because that's bassically it."

"Ugh!"

~Across the World~

In Albus's second year, Luke Jackson came to Hogwarts, lined up with all the other first years.

Everything was normal.

He was sitting at the Slytherin table with his best friend, who was openly staring at his cousin Rose. (Ew)

Candles were floating, people were cheering, and he thinks he saw McGonagall turn into a cat to stretch when no one was looking.

Suddenly everything was not normal.

"Ravenclaw!"

Professor Longbottom. Poor, timid, Professor Longbottom who had taken a swig of Pumpkin Juice, promptly spit it out and gaped.

"Percy Jackson's kid got sorted into Ravenclaw?!?"

Said Percy Jackson furrowed his eyebrows and let out an indignant, "Neville!"

Luke turned to him with a mischievous gleam in his gray eyes. "No," he admonished, "Annabeth Jackson's kid got sorted into Ravenclaw."

"Luke!"

"He is significantly smarter than his father."

"Sorting Hat!"

"I've been working at it," Luke smiled brushing some of his jet black hair out of his face, "How else was I supposed to get into the only House with blue in its crest?"

Percy grinned, pride clear in his eyes.

"That's my boy!"

_______________

"Was that Scorpius?" Luke asked as he took his seat beside Rose.

"Yeah," Rose said, not even looking up, "How did you get into this class? You're a first year Ravenclaw."

"Level one Potions is too easy," he mentioned casually, "So Dumbledore moved me here. Plus the rest of my House is taking Potions with the Gryffindors anyway."

"Anyway," he continued, "What was Scorpius doing here?"

"Oh, that. We go the same way, so we were just walking together."

"No you don't."

"Excuse me?"

"Al and the Slytherins have Divination right now."

"That's on the other side of the school."

"I know. Why do you think I'm so surprised?"

Rose shook her head. "There's no way. Scorpius has a perfect attendance record. Never sick, never absent, and certainly never late."

"He would give it up."

"Why?"

"For you, idiot."

"Alright, just because you're a little upstart Ravenclaw who skipped a grade in a class Sevvy's been teaching you at Camp for years, doesn't mean the rest of us are idiots."

"Not all of the second years. Just you."

"Why would he give that up for me?"

Luke raised his eyebrows in a simultaneously bored and curious expression. "Are you kidding me right now?"

Rose stared at him blankly for a second before blanching. "No. No way. He can't like me. Not like like. That's preposterous."

"What's preposterous is that the stereotype is dumb, oblivious boy when you and my sister are exactly the same!"

"Zoe's got two boys obviously crushing on her so hard they might as well be right on top of her and literally crushing- oh."

"Yes?" Luke asked, an infuriating smirk on his face.

"Last year, when he tackled me to the- oh."

"Uh huh?"

"He was on top of me. He asked for kisses. I thought he was just being- oh."

"What was that?"

"What do I do?"

Luke slapped himself in the forehead. "Do you really need me to spell it out for you, Miss Top-Of-My-Class-I'm-So-Cool?"

"I figure out how I feel about him," she said slowly, "And then I build a plan from there."

"Well, take as long as you need."

"Aw, thanks, Luke."

"Sure. I mean, his long term plan to make you fall in love with him isn't taking the stage an attack and 'save her life' step until at least your fifth year, so you've got all the time in the world."

"What?!?"

James Potter's Fifth Year

James Sirius Potter was the Pride of Gryffindor.

Smirking, popular, and among three of the greatest Gryffindor Seekers the school has ever seen. Child of a hero, easily passing (Only good marks, he was no genius) his classes without studying, and Hogwarts's most eligible bachelor.

Albus Severus Potter was the Potter Snake.

The first of Slytherin, or any other house, for that matter, in his family of entirely Gryffindors. Best friends with the supposed bastard child of the Dark Lord himself, the Scorpion King.

A near loner, full of dry humor and quick wit, but no one knew it. And no one cared enough to find out.

And if her brothers were all that, then Lily Luna Potter was Hogwarts's Ray of Sunshine.

Always beaming, always helping, always being so sweet with everyone that it was a surprise no one had had to see Dr. Granger for cavity fillings.

The Hufflepuffs had tried to steal her for themselves once, but to no avail. And a good thing, too. Because there's a reason she's in Gryffindor.

Albus was in the air.

No, not on Cloud Nine, in the air. (His day hasn't been going well so far)

No, not on a broom. (He hated brooms)

Literally in the air. As in, someone had him by the front of his robes, against the wall, and about to pummel him.

"Would you like to say something to me, Slytherin?" The Gryffindor Boy spat in his face.

"Not particularly," Albus shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't like you very much. I was kind of hoping to avoid all contact with you."

Kevin knocked him against the wall hard enough to send a thud echoing through the corridor.

"Would you like to say that again and see what happens?"

"I get the sneaking suspicion I've already told you how much I want you to go away."

Just as he cocked his fist, a bright, cheery voice came from around the corner.

"Hey, Kev!" Lily beamed, "How's your day been?"

If it were anyone else, Kevin would have beat Albus's face in even with a witness.

But this was Lily Potter, and it was really hard to kill her brother right in front of her when she was bubblier than soda.

"'S been better," he grunted, "Now, would you do me a favor and leave so Albus and I can finish what we were doing?"

"Ah, trying to beat up my brother," Lily nodded sympathetically, "Did Al kill your cat?"

"What? No!"

"Steal your homework?"

"No."

"Drop you off the top of the Astronomy Tower on your head?"

"... No."

"Shame," she sighed, "I've been looking for a good excuse to tell the girls as to why your face looks like that."

In a moment of shock, Kevin dropped Al to the floor, giving him a split second to scamper behind his little sister, who was a good eight inches shorter than him.

"That's right, Potter," Kevin sneered, recovering, "Hide behind your kid sister, Chicken."

"Right, because bird taunts are supposed to bother someone who's matured far more than you have."

"Wait 'til the boys hear 'bout this."

"It's all good, really. I've got no pride. Tell Rita Skeeter, if you'd like. I'm sure she'd spin the marvelous story of how you destroyed the hopes and dreams of a boy two years younger than you and about a third of your size. In fact, I'll bet ten Galleons you get your own chocolate frog card, your achievements are so amazhan-"

And just like that, the boy's fist had collided with his jaw and Albus was left seeing stars.

"Here's what you're going to do," Lily snarled coldly, all joy gone from her voice, "You're going to back off, or you're going to get another twelve boys over here."

"Now why would I do that?"

Lily moved a single foot back threateningly, one hand on her wand and the other up and defending her face.

"Because you'll need at least that many to walk out of here uninjured."

"Yes," Kevin scoffed, barking out a laugh, "I'm so scared of the little first year who's never so much as frowned at anyone, let alone thrown a punch."

"As well you should be."

"Why don't you run along to your friends and bother people a little more your size and less likely to squash you under their foot."

"Oh, you'll be about my size soon enough."

"What makes you say that?"

"I mean, seeing as you're about to do something extremely stupid within the next five seconds," she said, trailing off.

He flushed beet red, bringing his right foot around in a powerful roundhouse kick that even Lily had to admit Coach Hedge would be proud of.

In an instant Lily had blocked it with her forearm, stifling her wince of pain, and kicked him right in the exposed family jewels.

He keeled over, groaning.

She measured him against her with a hand. "Oh, no. I'm like a whole head taller than you. That just won't do. After all, you're such a big, strong guy."

Kevin could only groan in response.

"What did you do to him, anyway?" Lily asked her brother, walking him away, "Don't tell me you actually did kill his cat."

"Aren't you worried about your rep?" Albus asked, dodging the question, "He's going to tell people you're not as much of an angel as you pretend to be. I mean, I already knew that you're the guardian devil incarnate, I live with you, but you're one of those kids who magically turn nice in school."

"What's he going to tell people?" Lily scoffed, "Oh, I got beat up by that little first year girl, you know Lily Potter? She's named after a flower, she's a whopping five feet tall, and the only person in this school skinnier than her is her lanky wimp of a brother. Yeah, she kicked my butt. Are you kidding me?"

"That's not all you kicked."

Lily smiled, "Yeah, that was really satisfying."

"But seriously, Al, if you don't tell me what you did to him I'm doing the same to you."

"He tripped me so I told him off for being stupid."

"That's it?"

"Mighta thrown in some big words he didn't understand that mean things similar to imbecile."

She gave him a look.

He sighed.

"And I magically changed all of his answers on that last test to be incorrect."

"Wow, was it hard?"

"I don't think I changed anything except the date."

________________

"Hugo!"

"What?"

"Come on!"

"Why?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to fly a broom!"

"Noooo," Hugo whined, "You forced the Scamander twins to wake me up for this? Marigold!"

"Shut up," Lily scowled, "I only have one brother who's even vaguely athletic, so since you're the only one I'd stand a chance against in a fight, you're stuck with me."

Lily counted Rose, Hugo, and even Uncle Percy's kids across the ocean to be her siblings. But, you know, the Jacksons were across the ocean.

"You couldn't even beat Al, Dandelion?"

"I could, but then he'll tell on me to Mum, and I don't need that right now."

"I'll tell on you to Aunt Ginny, Tulip."

"You wouldn't. I'm your favorite."

Hugo opened his mouth to object, but found he couldn't exactly argue with that logic. He had a lot of backbone for a Hufflepuff, but he did like Lily more than the rest of his family.

"Fine."

"Yay!"

"But you owe me for this, Bluebell."

"Alright, Hugo. But I wanna know how Lorcan and Lysander woke you up. I know they're Ravenclaws but they've got a great sense of humor."

"What's that supposed to mean?!?" Hugo shrieked, "Us Ravenclaws are not just stuck up nerds. Ravenclaw is for wisdom and curiosity and wit. It's practically a given in our house for all of us to be intellectually humorous."

"Well, I've only got one example of Ravenclaw," Lily mused, "And you're pretty darn grade oriented. Remember that time you stayed late after Transfiguration to argue your grade from an E to and O on that quiz everyone else failed so long you got detention?"

"A permanent scar on my once flawless record," Hugo sniffed, "Now I'll never be top of my class like Rose."

"Well, you were studying, and I had an epiphany."

"What?"

"Yeah!" Lily grinned, "I realized the reason all the Weasleys are in Gryffindor just by looking at you!"

"Why?"

"Because any other house color clashes horribly with your hair!" Lily bemoaned, picking at Hugo's blue robes, "I mean, what kind of epic screw up did you make to be cursed with this bright red on bright blue for seven whole years?"

"I'm not flying with you, Chrysanthemum."

"Aw man!"

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"Ugh!"

"Focus, Potter."

"Can't you see my brain melting out of my ears?"

"That's just Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Smoking Thinking Gel™ and you know it."

"Hey," James laughed, "This stuff is great. Put it on your ears and it'll tell you when you're thinking too much."

"Dude," Alice scolded him, unable to keep herself from joining him, "You're studying. The whole point is to think! Do you want to fail your OWLs?"

"I mean, I wouldn't be totally against it..." he trailed off seeing the deadly glare on her face. "I mean, O's in every subject! Yay."

"Good. Now how many times and in what direction do you stir your cauldron after including the powdered dragon horn to achieve Percy Jackson's infamous Swimming Nemo version of Felix Felicis?"

"That's a trick question. You don't add powdered dragon horn. You add powdered drakon horn, then proceeding to stir two and a half times clockwise, three and one quarter times counter clockwise, and tapping the rim of your cauldron exactly twice for two fifths of a second each within about three seconds of each other while eating two blue cookies stacked on top of each other with specifically your right hand at precisely two A.M eastern standard time."

"Wow."

"How'd I do?"

"Honest truth?"

"Honest truth."

"You'd better drop out before they have the chance to expel you for stupidity."

James Potter's Sixth Year

It was in his sixth year that someone did the unspeakable.

Milo Valdez snapped his own wand.

James had been at Hogwarts for longer than all of the other legacies. He'd seen a lot.

He'd watched from a secluded corner as his brother went on his awkward first date. (Yowch, what a trainwreck)

He watched Professor Longbottom fall into a pile of Dragon Dung running away from Professor Snape. (He had mixed emotions about that one)

Perhaps nothing could top finding Ace in a closet snogging a mop and calling it Zoe. (He was so scarred for life that James stopped crushing on her completely)

But then, you know, Milo Valdez snapped his wand.

"What?" He sniffed indignantly when James cornered him about it. He might be several years older, and didn't act it, but he was always looking out for the other legacies. "I was just trying to find out how it works."

"There are other ways!" James exclaimed incredulously, "How are you going to learn magic at Hogwarts with that now? Wands choose wizards. Every wizard has one wand and-"

"And no other wand will work as well for them," Milo cut in, annoyed, "Yeah, I got that. It's really no big deal."

"No big deal? McGonagall's going to kill you. It's okay, though. I'll just get some SpelloTape, and we'll hope it doesn't fire backwards."

"James, calm down. Of all the people I'd thought would be a worrywart like this, it was Hugo."

"Well excuse me for-"

"Bro, seriously. I'll just make a new one."

"That's not how it works."

"Well now it is."

There was a reason he was in Ravenclaw.

By the next day he'd built a new one completely out of metal that put him at the top of his class.

It was in the typical wand shape with a dragon coiled around the lower half to form the handle. Its eyes were set with twin rubies that lit up when in use.

"It's made out of Celestial Bronze," Milo had explained to him. "The metal of the gods. It was a pretty good replacement for the wood that you guys use. Better, even."

James blinked at him.

"The wand is just a conduit for the magic," he continued, "And it's only amplified through its core. Celestial bronze is a naturally magical metal, the gemstones were from Emerald, and I managed to instill Dragon fire in the center from Emily, which makes the wand much better for charms and transfiguration."

Emily and Esmeralda Zhang were Hazel and Frank's fraternal twin daughters. Emily, after Frank's mom, and Esmeralda, just because they needed another name that started with E.

True to form, Milo was unable to pronounce her name when they were younger, thus starting Emerald as her nickname. Also that Esmeralda literally means Emerald, but there was no way Milo would let anyone else take credit.

Esmeralda Zhang was Slytherin and had her mother's brown hair, golden eyes, and powers. She was the one who helped Milo with his pranks, each one bigger and more annoying than the last.

Her sister Emily, on the other hand, taking after her father with her brown eyes, black hair, and shape shifting abilities, was in Hufflepuff. She was the one who made sure the pranks, no matter how annoying they got, stayed so harmless they were almost helpful.

"Why did you need to snap your wand to do this?"

"Inspiration. The inside of a wand ain't all that pretty, though, let me tell you. I had dragon heartstring in mine, yuck."

"So what's your next project?" James asked, having finally calmed down, "Gonna rebuild a broom?"

"Depends. Can I snap yours?"

"Milo!"

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When Zoe visited Hogwarts, James expected to look calm, cool and collected.

He was a sixth year now. He could at least pretend to know what he was doing.

"Hey," he greeted her, "What's up?"

There was a quiet boom.

"Your BO, that's what," Zoe gagged, pinching her nose, "How long's it been since your last shower?"

"I showered this morning," James said, sniffing his clothes, "How's this even possible?"

There was a subtle splash.

"Uh, James?" Zoe asked, "What's that in your hair?"

James reached up, wondering how so much gunk could've gotten there without him knowing. His hand came away sticky with a clear, thick substance.

"What in the name of Merlin-"

He was struck by a hail of candy.

"Ah!" Zoe laughed, doubling over, "The M&M&M's. Shoulda known."

"The what?" James choked, trying to get the candy out of his hair to no avail.

She plucked one off of him. "It's an M&M. Emily, Emerald, Milo. Em, Em, M."

Emily dropped from the sky, snickering a little. "They wanted to get rid of your clothes and then do this. You're welcome."

"Yes," James said through gritted teeth, "Thank you."

Zoe was still chuckling, "Next time you should dye his hair pink and put him in a bikini. I wanna see if he can actually pull it off."

"Way ahead of you!" James heard Milo yell from around the corner.

"I would run if I were you," Emily told him. "My sister hasn't gotten here yet. You can still make it out alive and with your dignity intact."

"Hey, James," Emerald smiled, walking up to him. "Aren't you supposed to be going somewhere?"

"No, why?" James raised an eyebrow at her, "Wait, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Herbology with Neville."

"Me?" She blinked up at him innocently, "I'm just being a distraction."

"A-"

There was a splash and some strange breezes in places there shouldn't be breezes.

Oh no.

RIP

Here lays James Potter

Not as good looking in pink as he thinks he is

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By the end of James's Quidditch season, he learned that it was possible to love someone else.

Goodbye first love, hello Alice Longbottom.

Somehow he hadn't realized that she was graduating.

Somehow, he hadn't realized their friendly teammate relationship had changed. Where the two of them would help each other with their technique and stay after practice to clean up together and sometimes ditch their friends so they could hang out and hold hands as to not get lost in the Hogsmeade crowds and sometimes stare at each other for a little too long and...

Okay, so yeah. He should have realized.

He'd never had a reason to question his relationship with Alice until she'd pulled him aside after one practice and told him that she wanted him to succeed her as Quidditch Captain.

It made him think about how his life would be without her and the only thought he could come up with was a resounding worse.

He couldn't tell her yet, he decided. The seventh year NEWTs were coming up and the last thing she needed was a lovesick underclassman distracting her.

After they passed, he waited a few days to let her breathe and plan his approach.

The bad thing about waiting a couple of days to tell Alice how he felt is that a couple of days turned into a couple of weeks.

And a couple of weeks turned into a lot of sleepless nights tossing and turning about the best way to ask her out.

It's not like he hasn't tried to tell her.

It's just that every time he does he gets lost in those kind, innocent, chocolate brown eyes and suddenly he can't find the right words.

It's like asking for directions in a foreign country.

And you don't speak the same language.

And you're a mute.

And you don't know where the heck you want to be going in the first place.

Well, whoops.

And this is what best friends are for.

"Ace!" James cried, now desperate for any kind of help, "You've gotta help me ask out Alice!"

The grandson of Jupiter and Aphrodite had smirked. "Dude, no problem."

Famous last words.

They had tried over a dozen schemes between mid-May and the beginning of June, all to no avail.

In other words, James kept screwing up by running in the other direction or blowing her away with his intelligence with an endearing 'uh buh um' or accidentally setting her on fire.

Stop judging him, jeez.

Not all of them were his fault, anyway. One of his attempts was stopped by McGonagall, who was wondering why Ace was there if he wasn't technically enrolled in the sixth year.

(She let them go after she found out what they were doing)

(As Zoe would put it, James thinks she boats them)

It was the last day of school. He had one more day to suck it up and make a grand stand.

"J-Man," Ace said, shaking him by the shoulders, "It's time."

"Don't call me that."

"It's now or never. Once she leaves those doors, you're never going to see her again."

"Actually she's coming over next week for dinner..."

He trailed off seeing the disappointment in Ace's stare.

"Okay, yeah, totally," James agreed, nodding furiously, "Now or never, I'll never see her again, and all that jazz."

He seemed confident he was about to walk over to her section of the table with his family patented James Potter swagger when he freaked out and turned to Ace.

"Dude!" Ace yelled in frustration, stopping him, "Stop making me smell your breath! If your mouth gets any closer to my face, you'll never get a chance with your girl cuz she'll think you have a crush on me."

"You would be easier to ask out, gotta be honest with you."

Ace slung his arm around James's shoulders, walking a little. "Let me do for you what my Aunt Clarisse did for me when I was scared to climb up the Lava Wall when the actual lava was coming down."

James allowed himself to hope for just a second, before remembering who Clarisse was.

"This is for your own good, buddy," he said gently, suddenly screaming, "Now be a man and do it!"

Then he pushed him.

"Potter," Alice greeted calmly after having said boy shoved so violently into her, "Would you like something?"

"I- uh, sorry" James cleared his throat noisily, "It was Ace, he pu- oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

Ace was gone, and presumably snickering, far far away from where James could beat him up.

"Excuse me," Alice said to her friends, getting up, "If you need us, we'll probably start in the corridors and end up in the Hospital Wing."

If James wasn't so worried for his life, he would have sighed in adoration.

"Well, Potter?" She demanded once they left, "You got something to say to me?"

"I-" he gulped, swallowing thickly, "Um, it's just that... I... I don't really know how to say this and um-"

Alice took him by the collar and pulled him so that he was face to face with her. "Do you love me or not?"

James's jaw dropped open.

"Is that a yes or a no, James?"

She called him James. She was just as nervous as him. She was putting it all on the line for him, and somehow he couldn't find his voice and do the same for her.

"I, er-"

She let go of him, backing away with a steely expression. "Never mind. This was stupid."

"Alice, wait!" James called. "Don't go?"

"Why the Hel not?" She muttered, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. "This was obviously a mistake."

"No!" James insisted. "I do like you. I like you a lot, actually. It's just..."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he should have done months ago.

"It's just that sometimes when I look at you I like you so much I forget how to think." James blurted, "And sometimes I forget how to use my mouth or forget how to breathe, and sometimes all three.

"I know I'm supposed to be Gryffindor, but around you, I'm a chicken. I've been trying to ask you out for so long and it just never went the way I planned and so I called Ace in and it still didn't work so he pushed me into you today to force us to talk and now I'm rambling and I probably sound like a doof and I'm trying to force myself to stop talking but my mouth isn't listening-"

Alice didn't know why she did it. Maybe she liked him that much that she hadn't even been on a date with him and already felt comfortable doing it. Or maybe she was hit by a burst of Gryffindor courage. Maybe she's just been watching to many American movies where the cliché move is to shut someone up with a kiss.

Probably the last one.

Because that's exactly what she did.

"Uh," James stuttered, "Uh duh duhhh."

"You know," Alice whispered gently, leaning her forehead against his, "I almost didn't believe you when you said you forget how to speak, but I've got my proof right here."

Then she frowned. "You know this shouldn't change anything, right? We were friends first. I feel like when you're friends first dating is just all the same things just with kissing."

James gulped, nodding. "You're going to have to give me a couple weeks to process this before I can act normal again."

Alice laughed softly, starting to walk away.

"And James?" She called over her shoulder.

"Y-Yeah?"

"You do sound like a doof."

James Potter's Seventh Year

"What are your intentions with my son?" Harry boomed threateningly, "Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

Alice just laughed. "Mr. Harry, you don't scare me. I've known you since before I was born, probably."

"Yeah, Dad," James chuckled, "Just last week you were helping her with job applications. You know exactly where she'll be in ten years."

"I'm allowed to be worried!" Harry bemoaned, "She's a whole year older!"

"Like you are to me?" Ginny reminded him drily.

"And her life," Harry cried, ignoring his wife, "It'll be so dangerous! No stability in your relationship."

"I married the Boy who Lived," Ginny said, louder this time, "There are literally only two people I know who lived more dangerously than you and they went through Hell for each other. He's just going to date an Auror."

"You can't just expect me to give up my only-"

"Dad, you have three kids. Remember?" James groaned, rolling his eyes.

"-baby-"

"I'm the eldest."

"-Sweet little girl-"

"Dad! I'm a boy!"

"Without some ground rules."

"No being alone in the same room with the door closed," Harry told them sternly, "No touching for longer than five seconds. You have a one p.m curfew, James, and-"

"For the love of-" Ginny interrupted him, cutting herself off before she could say anything too inappropriate, "Ignore this loon and go have fun, you two."

James grinned, grabbing his girlfriend by the hand and kissing his mother on the cheek before dashing out the door.

Ginny wheeled on her husband, looking into his green eyes, sparkling with amusement. "What was that, Harry James Potter?"

"That was me looking out for my kid."

"Do you really not trust Alice? You were fine with her up until literally just now. You know they've actually been dating for months, right?"

"How can you trust that girl?" Harry exclaimed, "I thought I knew her! She was bright and nice and had so much potential. Now this! Did you take James for a fool? Do you take me for a fool?"

Ginny weaved her fingers through his hair. "Yes. And you're talking about our son."

"Really? Are you sure we didn't adopt him from Ron?"

She gave him a pointed look and a scowl. "Do I really need to break out the Bat Bogeys again? Stop 'looking out for your kid' and trust that Alice won't hurt him."

Harry stared at her incredulously. "What? I was looking out for Alice!"

"How could she make that ridiculously insane decision of dating our trainwreck of a boy?!?

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Charlie Jackson has never had to be jealous of anything.

He was the son of the two greatest heroes to ever live.

He had friends who would always be there.

He had an overbearing, overprotective sister who would make sure anyone and everyone who messed with him or even looked at him the wrong way would be dealt with.

He also had a brother, but that didn't matter right now.

And I mean, he wasn't born a Pegasus like Uncle Leo said he could've been so that was a plus, too.

[Seventeen Years Ago at Zoe's Birth]

("Hey!" Leo said with a huge grin on his face, "How's the baby?"

Annabeth smiled weakly at him, showing him the sleeping baby girl in her arms.

"Woah!" He exclaimed, "Not a Pegasus. Dang, now I owe Piper ten drachmas. And I have to return this card I got you."

He showed them the 'It's a Pegasus!' card.

Percy laughed. "Come on, that wasn't an actual legitimate concern with our kids, right Annabeth?"

"..."

"Oh my gods, you totally thought our first kid would be a Pegasus, didn't you?"

"..."

"..."

Now, Annabeth had just gone through labor, so he would have believed her more if she'd 'spontaneously fallen asleep' as opposed to the guilty smile she actually gave him.

"... or a Cyclops. It wasn't completely clear."

"Annabeth!")

The point was, his life is great.

He didn't want to go to Hogwarts.

He wanted to stay in the nest. He had no wish to go off on his own. He didn't want to fly.

And not just for fear of getting shot out of the sky.

"Dad!" he'd cried, "Don't make me go! I don't wanna go to school."

"I didn't either," Percy had told him, "But I had to. How 'bout this. If you don't go to Hogwarts, you have to do all of our family's chores for every day you're supposed to be in Europe?"

"Wait. Our family, or our family?"

"The big one. Everyone you call Uncle or Aunt and their children."

"So... not Grandpa Nico."

"Stop telling our kids Nico's their grandpa," Annabeth scolded him as she walked past. Seeing Percy open his mouth, she quickly added, "And don't go back to that Great Uncle thing, either. There's a reason I shut it down."

"You know technically," Percy said, "He's your Great Uncle, so our kids should be calling him Great Great Uncle N-"

"You're going to Hogwarts," Annabeth interrupted sternly, ignoring her husband, "You're bringing your big sister and Ace and you're going to have James and Albus and Lily and all of Aunt Hermione's kids. You don't have to like it. It's going to be an important experience for you to be away from us. I bet you you'll be clinging to your bed in the Hogwarts Dormitory in an effort to stay and whining to us to go back by end of year."

Charlie scoffed. "Doubt it."

"A bet, then," Annabeth proposed, "If you don't like it, you never have to go again, and I'll let Uncle Leo build you those fingerless gloves that let you shoot laser beams that you've been begging for."

Now, Charlie was exactly like both of his parents. Stubborn and unwilling to back down from a challenge. But Annabeth knew she would win. After all, she was the mother.

Charlie didn't stand a chance.

And he tried, believe it or not. He tried as hard as he could to hate it, but you just couldn't hate Hogwarts, not when your entire family was there and your friends were in some of your classes and sometimes if he pulled a sad enough face he could sucker Zoe into doing his homework for him.

And he had to say, there were a lot of perks to being Hufflepuff.

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"James!" Zoe called, bursting into his dorm, "James, I need your help!"

He didn't even look up from his Quidditch magazine. He flipped the page and let out a bored, "Yeah?"

"It's me and Ace's one year anniversary tomorrow and I don't have present," She gasped, "What am I going to do?"

James forgot how to breathe for a second there. He took a deep breath, making sure that Zoe couldn't see his change in demeanor, and grinned. "Ace will like anything you give him. He's easy that way."

Zoe flopped at the foot of his bed dramatically. "Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't do something special for him. Help?"

James looked into her wide, sea green, baby seal eyes, and decided he couldn't hide it anymore.

"I used to have a crush on you," he blurted, "For a long time. Probably since we were, like, eight."

Zoe choked on air. "You-"

James nodded, cutting her off. "Yeah. I'm over it, though. You have Ace and I asked out Alice Longbottom a while ago, and even though she's graduated now, everyone's happy."

Zoe still looked like she'd been electrocuted, now sitting up, her eyes bugging and her mouth open and gaping like a fish. "Wait, so you mean-"

James nodded again, smiling a little. "Yup."

"You had a-"

James didn't even have to cut her off that time. She couldn't physically bring herself to finish the sentence.

"Yes, Zoe," he confirmed, "I did. You're a great person. Pretty, too. And it's cool, really. You're not my type."

Her mouth stayed open, so he closed his magazine, reached over and gently shut it. James then stood, brushing himself off.

"As for your present for Ace," he grinned, loving the way he made her speechless to the point of literally not being able to make noise, "I think you should make him something. Preferably for his sword or his Camp necklace. But it's up to you."

James clapped her on the shoulder and left his room, going about the rest of his day happily.

That night, Charlie walked up to him.

"Have you seen my sister?" He asked worriedly, "She was supposed to meet me at the Great Lake for our weekly talk with the Giant Squid, but she never showed."

"Let me go check the Gryffindor Tower for you."

And there Zoe Jackson was, in all of her glory, still dumbstruck on his bed.

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Scorpius and Rose were holding hands.

Holding hands.

It had the school buzzing. The Scorpion King Malfoy was dating a Weasley, and the only person in their year smarter than him.

The Slytherins were outraged. A Malfoy, with a, forgive my gagging, a Halfblood?

The Gryffindors were hooting and wolf whistling as they walked down the halls.

It was embarrassing.

Really embarrassing.

But when Scorpius walked her to her classes and told off his friends for her and one time told Albus to go away for her even though she knew he and Scorpius had a bromance going on and her boyfriend almost certainly loved him more than her, she decided he was worth it.

"Here, Rose," Scorpius smiled, kissing her temple, "I got you that book from the Restricted section you've been asking about for ages."

Very worth it.

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"Miss Jackson, Mr. Grace."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall?"

"While you are only part time students here at Hogwarts, it is required that you take the Seventh Year NEWTs. I trust you two have been studying?"

"Do we really have to?" Zoe whined, "The NEWTs are for job placements in the Wizarding World, and I'm going to college in New Rome back in America. I don't need this!"

"Me too! I'm going to be a pilot for Dr. Chase's Celestial Bronze Sopwith Camels. Can your wizard jobs do that?"

"Nevertheless, we must gauge your growth at Hogwarts. You have already missed your OWLs, demigods. You had best not disregard this as well."

With his usual perfect timing, an Iris message appeared between them, Percy Jackson looking frantically at his daughter. "Zo Zo!" He gasped, "Have you seen my tie with the-"

He was cut off by Zoe, saying loudly over him, "What's that, Dad? World threatening Prophecy?"

"What? No, I just need the tie with the fish on-"

"The fate of the world hangs in the balance?" Zoe gasped dramatically, "We're on our way!"

She swept her arm through the rainbow, cutting off the connection, and grabbed Ace's hand, vapor travelling them far far away to Camp Half Blood.

Needless to say, McGonagall was not impressed.

Nineteen Years Later

There were three figures on Platform 9¾, waiting.

Not for the train, no. The Hogwarts Express was ready and waiting for the last of the students to pile on.

They were waiting for a certain other demigod family.

"Zoe!" James called, waving her over.

"Hey James," Zoe smiled, dragging her family behind her.

"What am I?" Ace grumbled, "Pegasus Poop?"

"Yes," they said in unison.

"Hey, Michael," James's eldest daughter, Erin, grinned, "Watch this!"

She concentrated really hard, eventually managing to lift a book from her trunk and fly it shakily around his head.

"Cool!" Michael Grace grinned, flipping his tousled brown hair out of his eyes, "Will's really excited for Hogwarts, too! Right Will?"

His younger brother matched his smile with one of his own, green eyes sparkling. "I can't go for another year, but Dad says it's great. Well, Mom says it's average, but Dad says it's great, so I trust him."

"Ouch, Will," Zoe grunted, "You're hurting my feelings."

"Sorry, Mama."

"So did you name 'em after the Apollo kids?" James asked. "Yew and Solace?"

"No, actually it's my uncles Michael Vey and Will Treaty-"

Zoe was cut off by her mother elbowing her in the stomach, hissing something about wrong fandom.

"Um, yes," she corrected herself, "I named them after the fallen hero of the bridge and my uncle who used to help me make limericks out of Ace's stupid name."

The Hogwarts Express blared it's horn as a final warning.

"Alright, remember to write," Alice reminded her daughter, "You've got your owl and if you could tell of Professor Hugo a little in Transfiguration, that'd be wonderful."

"Bye mom, dad," she said as quickly as she could before elatedly grabbing Michael's hand and dragging him into the train with her. "You, too, Aunt Zo-Zo And Uncle Ace and Percabeth!"

"Alright, who taught her that?"

No one responded.

"Young love," Annabeth sighed, leaning into Percy. "Twenty drachmas and a back rub Erin and Michael are together by their sixth year."

"I've got my money on fourth year," Percy whispered back. "And hey."

"Old love's pretty great, too."

Fin.