Just A Work In Progress (Harry Potter/Percy Jackson)

Prologue

            Willa numbly followed her mother, step-father, and step-brother through the crowed Kings Cross Station. Her mother, Diane Quinn, waited impatiently for her daughter to catch up before pulling her off to the side by her shoulder roughly. Willa tried to wiggle away with no luck. 

           Diane leaned down to whisper into Willa's ear. "I thought I told you to make the mane of red at least a bit presentable, Willanne."

         Willa flinched at her full name. "I tried, Mu- Miss."

       Diane tutted disapprovingly at her daughter. "At least Porter's hair manageable."

     Willa's little eleven-year-old fist clenched at the mention of her absolutely horrid step-brother. And, just by standing behind him, she could see his infamous smirk lifting up his tan left cheek. It seemed that Willa was the only one who could see how horrible Porter Oliver was, and it made Willa so angry. 

   Somehow The Hogwarts Express seemed more crowded then the actual station it resided in. Witches and wizards alike stumbled around making sure that their children had everything that they needed for the entire school year. Or at least until Christmas. Willa glanced at her mother hoping for some sort of sweet good-bye, but was met with her fussing over Porter. Anger and anxiety clenched in Willa's gut, and made her palms start to sweat.

     Diane pulled Willa out of the way of a rather large red-headed family, and turned back to Porter. "Porter, my dear, I know you'll do amazingly this year, but please keep up, we wouldn't want people to think we've let our family slack, would we?"

    Porter puffed out his rather scrawny chest and shook his head, his blonde hair bouncy. "Of course, Di- Mother."

     Diane's ice glare fell onto Willa after her conversation with Porter. "Now you, young lady, are to be sorted into Slytherin-"

    "But-"

   "Quiet!" She shrieked. "No more of this damn Hufflepuff nonsense, Willanne Graclynn Quinn!"

  Willa's shoulders seemed to cave in on themselves before she nodded forlornly. 

  Diane smirked, "Leave now, Willanne."

  "Farewell, Miss." Willa muttered sarcastically before pushing her way through the crowd. Her feet pounded on the linoleum floor loudly as she passed happy families. Her nose scrunched up as she tried to find the paper clip plane she had been making before she came. She smiled as she felt it in her pocket, then took it out to examine it's handy work. 

   She hummed softly. "Maybe I've got some spring in my bag? I could make little motors of it to fly..."

   "Did you-"

  "Make that?"

  Willa jumped three inched into the air, and turned around to see a pair of twins with the same fire-engine red hair as her. She blushed. "Y-yes."

   "That's so cool!"

  "You could use stuff like that for pranks!'

   Willa giggled quietly. "I've never pranked someone before..."

   They gasped before exclaiming unison, "We are going to teach the art of pranking, but only if you tell us your name." They smiled slyly.

   Her lip disappeared between her teeth, "Erm, Willa. Willa Quinn."

  Their smile disappeared. "Like Gordon 'I'm In Love With You-Know-Who' Quinn?"

  Willa flinched at the mention of her grandfather. "Unfortunately."

  They looked her up and down before shrugging. "You look nice enough."

 Willa gave them an ear-to-ear grin. "Now, about those pranking lessons..."

 The three smiled mischievously, and sauntered off towards the Slytherin end of the train none of them fully aware of the life-long friendship they had just  started with each other. 

  Willa's nerves jumped up and own in her stomach as she walked down the middle of the Great Hall. She stood between the twin, whom she had become amazing friends with as they pranks the older years (and got detention without even starting yet, of course). Soon, the trio stood between two tables, one lavished in blue, and the other in yellow.

  Professor McGonagall, as she had introduced herself as, stood in front of them with a worn wizard's hat and a three legged stool. "When I call your name, you shall come up and sit on this stool." She motions to it dramatically. "Then I will place the Sorting Hat on your head. Anderson, Vincent."

     A small bony boy scampered up."

    "SLYTHRIN!"

    Willa flinched and bumped into Fred's shoulder on accident. The twins looked at her horridly, but she gave them each a fake smile. They narrowed their eyes suspiciously. 

    "Benedict, Melanie."

    "GRYFFINDOR!"

   Student by student passed, until the Qs started. It was three students in when Willa was called.

  "Quinn, Willanne."

   Willa's legs were as heavy as head as she dragged her feet to the stool. She knew the Hall was whispering about her, it was her grandfather's fault. Damn Gordon Quinn, always fucking up Willa's life. She tried to ignore them, and failed. Her hazel eyes clenched shut as the hat was placed on her head.

  "Hm, difficult... I haven't had one of your kind since since Sally Jackson..."

  One of my kind?

 "Oh, yes. Your kind are very, oh so very brave. But you? Your courage is a different kind... I doubt even Voldemort would have a hard time fazing you. Maybe Gryffindor? But then again your ambition could get you places.."

    "Not Slytherin," Willa whispered.

  "Not Slytherin? Very well. Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, godling?"

   Willa's eyes flew open and a ear to ear grin spread across her face, and she chose inside of her head.

   "Hm.. alright.... HUFFLEPUFF"