Thestrals {WTM}

The Girl Who Lived

"Ugh! I bloody hate that name," Hemlock groaned. Percy smiled in sympathy, he understood as he kept being called The Prophecy Child. Ron winced at the sentence. Blaise smiled in amusement knowing how much she hated the name while Draco couldn't help but think back to when he thought she loved her fame until she willingly helped the Slytherin students.

Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursely, of number four Privet Drive.

"Oh, goody, are we going to hear about we want to kill?!" James said in excitement.

"We are!" Hemlock said in matching excitement. The demigods minus Percy looked at her in surprise never really seeing her being violent. Percy and Teddy shared a look after seeing the demigods. The demigods don't know what she did to Gabe.

They were proud to say they were normal.

"One looks like a walrus—" Fred started

"—The other looks like a horse," George finished.

"Uncle Fred, that's offensive to horses," Percy said in offense.

"Sorry little Potter, but she had the head shape of a horse," Fred said in defense.

They were the last people to get involved in something strange or mysterious, because they didn't deal with such nonsense.

"Can I give them painful deaths?" Thanatos asked Harry in a whisper and with wide eyes.

"Aren't you the God of peaceful death?" Hemlock returned with her own whisper.

"I can make it peacefully violent," Thanatos replied.

"How?"

"I can be creative," Thanatos said.

Hemlock blinked, "Go for it."

James leaned over, "I want in."

Lily leaned over, "I'm not a Peverell by blood but I can I have my sister?"

"Done and done," Thanatos said.

Everyone was wondering what they were whispering about but they gave no indication on what they spoke about.

But let's just skip talking about the Dursleys background, no one wants to hear it.

"It knows us so well," Luna comments nonchalantly.

The Dursleys had the perfectly normal life they wanted, but they one secret and a fear that it would be discovered. Their precious hearts couldn't take it if someone learned about the Potters.

"Well, fuck you, too," James said under his breath.

Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister.

"Wishing she wasn't," Lily said under breath.

They hadn't seen each other for a number of years. In fact, Petunia wished she didn't have a sister.

"Mrs. Potter doesn't want Mrs. Dursely for a sister either," Lily said bitterly. The face she was making and the blank but angry face James was making were faces the demigods have seen on Percy's face numerous of times while the wizards and witches have seen it on Hemlocks.

Poseidon sat impatiently in his seat the closest he could get to Sal—Hemlock and wondered what these people had to do with her. Apollo was side-eyeing his uncle wondering if he was going to approach his other uncle after the manipulations of Albus Dumbledore came forward and how Severus Snape was involved in making Poseidon's interest an orphan. He felt a hand on his shoulder and startled when he saw Hecate giving him a similar expression as she sat next to him.