Choices || Harry Potter [HP X PJO]

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"Scorpia!" I heard. I would know that voice anywhere. After running from the classroom, I had stopped at an empty, abandoned-looking hallway. I was staring at the other side of the wall, stunned.

"That was a prophecy, wasn't it?" Remus asked, sitting down beside me. I nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was." Then I turned to him, curiosity burning in my gaze. "How much... How much do you know? About everything, I mean."

"I think I know most," Remus said. "About the Greek gods, and everything. I knew who your mother was, at least, and the world you would grow up in."

I laughed, bitterness coating every word. "I bet you didn't know the full extent."

He turned to me, surprised. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Is there a pensive here?" I questioned, and he nodded. "Can we use it?"

"We'd have to ask Dumbledore. Why do you need it?"

"It's a lot easier," I said, "To show you, rather than tell you."

Remus nodded, and soon, they were standing by the pensive, the rest of the room void of life. As I collected my memories, I took a deep breath. Was I really ready for this? To remember every detail, to let my father in on every aspect of my life? Yes, yes I was.

The memories started when Percy first came to camp.

"Percy Jackson, this is Annabeth Chase and Scorpia Astrid, the two ladies who nursed you back to health. Annabeth, Scorpia, do you mind showing Percy around camp?" The two girls exchanged glances, and I couldn't help but feel rather intimidated. Though I had been at camp longer than anyone, literally growing up there, I was also quite young, only nine, and Annabeth, who was three years older and quite a good warrior and strategist, could be quite intimidating.

I shoved my worries aside, though. Annabeth, despite being somewhat haughty, was nice to me, and, well, I had a feeling that the boy-Percy-would be intimidated as well, so I shrugged and said, "Sure, Chiron."

Annabeth nodded as well, and we sprinted out of the Big House, leaving Percy standing behind them, dumbfounded.

Remus turned to me, confused. "What does this have to do with anything?"

A grimace took over my features. "This," I said, "Was the beginning of the war."

"War?" Remus asked, surprise taking over his features. I nodded grimly.

"Yes. You see, eons ago, right after World War Two, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades took a vow to never have a kid again, because they are more powerful than most half-bloods, and because of a prophecy."

"What was the prophecy?"

A shiver ran through me. I thought I could move on after the war, and yet it was still here, haunting me every day.

"A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against the odds

And see the world in endless sleep,

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.

A single choice shall end his days.

Olympus to preserve or raze."

Remus nodded. "So, let me guess. One of the gods didn't keep his oath?"

"Yes. Zeus had a daughter, Thalia Grace. Of course, Hades got mad, sent his furies after her-she died right before she got to camp, and Zeus turned her into a pine tree that kept monsters out of camp. Hades kept his oath, but Poseidon-"