OCEAN'S LOVER || [Reading the books]

A LOVER AND A MOTHER

Jane Euphemia Potter was known for a lot of things.

A daughter of a famous potion maker and a dualist, a prankster, an unregistered animagus, one of the quartet of Marauders, and a secret lover.

Lover of the Sea god, Poseidon.

But she doesn't know that.

She does not know her lover was a god. All she knows is that he's a rich somebody on the muggle world. And his name is P, silly it might sound. The man that was handsome as hell, and sculptured like a god, (ha ha) only to have a name P.

So it was no surprise that Jane was deeply humoured to call someone that sounded like pee.

"Hello there, handsome!" Jane winked as she approach the gaping and struck Poseidon. She stopped just a step away from the man, quirking a brow when her lover only stared at her, "Are you alright? You look like you saw a ghost."

Sirius barked from behind her, "Bold of you to assume you don't look like one, Prongs."

"Says the one who look ghostly pale." Pointed out by Remus, shaking his head at his boyfriend and his sister.

"Not funny, both of you." Jane deadpan at the two, she looked back at her lover only to see him tearing up and ready to cry a river. She got worried, and she hurriedly cupped his face on her hands, drawing circle with her thump on Poseidon's cheeks.

"Hey, hey, is something wrong?" She softly tried to soothe the man, "P, why are you crying?"

"You're okay..." Poseidon cried silently on his lover's chest when the woman hugged him tight. "Jane, my darling, you're all alright. You're fine."

"Of course, I'm fine. I'm bloody beautiful." Jane tried to joked in order for her lover to smile, but he didn't and he still continued to cling to her real tight and hard and desperate. "Seriously P, what's wrong?"

Jane tried looking around the room, to the people with them, and she was Godsmack to find some fine and hot men and women thrice the size of them. Bloody Merlin's tight tits were they huge!

She did what's best for the situation, she gaped. Sirius and Remus did as well, but the werewolf hid his surprise very well unlike the other two.

Percy and Tyson worriedly looked at their father, who was clinging tightly to the hot mysterious woman and sobbing his heart out. They wonder if they should intervene and soothe him themselves. But their father looked as if he'd do well with the woman.

Harry was frozen.

He keeps staring at his supposed dead mother, at Jane Potter who was hugging the somewhat familiar man that has his eyes. He could feel Ron and Hermione's hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him even though they were as confuse as he is.

"Mum..." He blurted out, even though he tried to calm his mixed up emotions.

Jane's head snapped towards him, so fast that he got worried if her neck was still alright.

"Uh what?" Jane dumbly asked the boy who looked oddly like her. The exact replica of her might she add. "Why do you have my face, little man?"

Sirius smiled, erratic and extremely pleased, "Prongs, that's what you'll look like if you were to be a male!"

Remus, somehow, agreed with his boyfriend. "As silly as it is, I'm afraid Padfoot is right."

"Yes yes, of course." Jane rolled her eyes at the two, "Can you please answer me, mini me but the opposite sex?" She nodded at her (she still doesn't know) son.

Harry's throat was dry. He felt like he's in Sahara desert for a week with no water.

"Ma'am," Hermione tried to help her friend, "How is this possible, you're dead."