➼ either to conquer or die.
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A child forbidden by the oath of the Styx was born out of the lust and love between a descendant of Thanatos and blessed of Hecate and the other a god.
And for the sin of being born, the child paid by her blood and tear...
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• you are a warrior •
【chapter two: sword fo gryffindor 】
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At the end of the second year
A tired, dirty and bloody Atlanta sat on a comfortable chair in the Headmaster's office, her hands shook as she gripped them tightly. "You said my mother paid you a visit?" She said tonelessly, her eyes blanks as they rested on Albus Dumbledore's figure.
Sirius's breath hitched at the sight of his Bambi—his heart ached, seeing the vacant expression on her face. Her once brilliant eyes, that used to sparkle like stars, had dulled over the years, ever since he had left her. His biggest regret was abandoning Atlanta to Hagrid, all because he wanted to hunt down the person who betrayed James and Lily.
Oh, only if they were alive, perhaps then Atlanta Potter wouldn't be forced to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, instead, her family might had helped her to carry this weight.
"Indeed she did," Dumbledore nodded, his blue eyes gleaming as he poured a warm cup of tea to Atlanta, who refused to drink from it. "Drink it." He murmured softly watching that the young girl hesitatantly picked up the cup. "She said about the situation."
Percy winced, he had never thought of the impact that Luke's betrayal must have had on Atlanta, she was not there during his first and second quests, and he didn't know what was worse, seeing her brother Ethan supporting Luke or coming back from school only to witness that her brother had decided to abandon her.
"What situation?" Ron asked, his lips twisting in distaste as he recalled the vague mentions of Atlanta's mother throughout the years he knew her. Safe to say, the Weasley loathed the woman whose mention seemed to drain the life out of Atlanta's eyes.
"It's complicated," The blonde man, that Ron now knew as Apollo answered haltingly. "I guess that we would soon see what this 'reason' is."
Atlanta's eyes snapped to Dumbledore, her eyes growing colder as she glared at the man who just chuckled. "I am just like you, Atlanta." He said. "That's why your mother trusted your training with me."
"My mother wants you to train me?" Atlanta asked incredulously. "What is her ploy?"
Dumbledore shook his head gently. "That, I do not know. Perhaps Fate wishes me to prepare you for your destiny." His sharp eyes caught the way she swallowed hard, a single tear tracing down her dirty cheek. His gaze shifted to the sword of Gryffindor, its blade still smeared with blood, the ruby on its hilt catching the sunlight.
"Bitch," Ginny snarled referring to Atlanta's mother. It seems like half of the problems in Atlanta's life seemed to stem from her mother, more like her birth giver.
"Ginny!" Molly hissed at her daughter. Even though internally, she agreed with her youngest. Seeing Atlanta so young and vulnerable made her hate Atlanta's mother more, how could a mother cause so much pain to her own blood, Molly cannot fathom it.
"Today you have displayed great courage and bravery, my girl," Dumbledore said admiring the sword, before extending it to the auburn-haired preteen. "Take it. It belongs to you, you earned the right to wield it."
"But sir-" Atlanta started, her hands hesitating as she gripped the hilt. "Someone like me can't have the honour to wield this sword."
"Of course, she doesn't deserve it," Draco sneered rolling his eyes and earning a snicker from his cousin. Smirking, the blonde bumped his shoulders with Corvus, "Don't worry cousin, soon the world would see the truth about Potter, and how she tormented you, just like her father." He didn't notice the way Corvus' expression shuttered, but a certain son of Poseidon did.
"Son of a bitch," Percy muttered.
"Couldn't agree more," Apollo added, his eyes flicking to Percy, catching the annoyed glare the son of Poseidon sent his way. Apollo smirked knowingly. It wasn't hard to fall for the daughter of Nemesis—he himself had. Though, getting rid of Percy is hard, all because Atlanta cares for him, and he would rather not see her sad.
"No, my dear girl, you cannot be more wrong," Dumbledore said as he put his hand on her shoulder. "You carry the spirit of a Gryffindor. I know that Godric Gryffindor would be glad that his legacy would be wielded by you."
"I- I," Atlanta struggled. "You are a warrior, Atlanta. I know that you would be great." Dumbledore smiled, his long hair shifted revealing a small mark, like yin and yang, faded into all black, with cracks travelling through it. The Headmaster chuckled sadly as Atlanta's eyes rested on the mark. "You better go and get yourself healed and cleaned, my dear. I apologize for bringing you here."
Albus smiled sadly at his mark. A pang went through his heart at the thought of his soulmate rotting in the prison of Numergard, weakened and at death's doorstep. He was forced to break his bond with Gellert to stop his rule of tyranny.
Percy grimaced as his mind drifted to Atlanta's wrist. The first time he'd met her, he noticed the small raven tattoo—a soulmark, she had explained. It had once been vivid but had darkened and cracked when her soulmate rejected her, a fate worse than death. He remembers the gruesome scar on Atlanta's wrist the next time he saw her, the soulmark gone, leaving behind only her pale skin marred by a scar. Knowing Atlanta's impulsiveness and her flippant attitude about her life and safety, he could only assume what she would have done to get rid of the mark.
Atlanta smiled faintly, "It's alright sir." Her grip on the sword tightened as she held it at her side.
