The Marauders and the Lost Heroine (Harry Potter and Percy Jackson Gods)

Chapter one: the beginning of everything, the punch.

Liv Skylar Silver: Has a long,dark, black hair and sea green eyes. She's a tomboyish, antisocial and claustrophobic young teenager. Is a legilimens and a metamorphomagi.

                                   Chapter One: The Beginning Of Everything, The Punch.

"YOU BITCHY girl! I thought you would at least try to be at Durmstrang more than one damn year!"

"It may be my fault, but I couldn't care less, John. All those shitty schools can live perfectly without me, and I live perfectly without them," I answer my 'father', an imbecilic man that is only concerned about his precious money and his stupid son, Edward John Karson, AKA John Blake Karson Junior, a stupid hag. Thinking that I'm related to those scumbags...

The answer to what I just said, John just slapped me. And like an idiot, I was too slow to see that coming. Seems like I'm gonna have a mark for a couple of seconds. Weird right? But being a metamorphomagi still has its good parts.
But sometimes, being a legilimens and don't using it is just stupid.

"He should've really have given you to that filthy orphanage place where there were those filthy muggles. You are nothing but a waste of space, you slut."

"Thanks for the compliment, Johnny boy. The fact that you just talked directly to me is a big, the biggest honour you could ever give me. But just shutting the hell up and getting your stupid ass up to drive me to Kings Cross would be an even greater honour and favour to me and all the society. Thank you!"

Reading his mind to know what he was going to do, which wasn't necessary, since sometimes, sometimes, John can be like an open book. He's gonna try to punch me with his left hand? Knew it. He's trying to make me fall with his right leg? Nailed it. Edward is just behind me with his new freaking set, made by a pure blooded Mage for house elves, of Torture is Fun? Ha! Talk about the expression sometimes someone has like two eyes behind his head! That is me.

"Aren't you tired to use the same lame tricks you used last time?" I asked Edward John with a 'you are so shameful' look. "Edwardikins, why are you so unoriginal? You could do better."

"Hmm, I can't get you kicked out of my house because of the damn Ministry of Magic... But that doesn't bring me to not crush you."

Hearing he's going to do 'the thing' makes me stop every phrase I was going to say, that was maybe, maybe, offensive and ungracious. Crap.
Do not let him do 'that', God, Allah, Jesus, someone. Please! I'm gonna be nice to everyone so please!

Without waiting, he did it. My blood goes from up to down in a matter of seconds, going to that place and making it itch and freaking as hell and I can't help but feel as good someone that went out of hospital having had a tuberculosis plus cancer and tetanus. Every cut I hid with my metamorphomagi Magic reopen while he makes some others. I feel his gaze on mine but suddenly I don't see him. Just the monster. That monster. Tearing everything up and down.

"S-stop. I beg you." I ask Edward, cursing the one that gave him that ability. Looks much more like a curse to me.

And yet again, God, Jesus and any other god did nothing. I sure have a good luck.

"Why would I? Watching you suffer makes my day much brighter, dear Skylie." He responds me with a cynical smile.

Call me Skylie one more time and you're damn dead

"Why are such an arsehole, huh, Edward? I guess genetic makes it worse, no?" I say jokingly still suffering the silent spells he casts on me. Another Doloris?! If he casts ten more Crucios I won't be able to stand to go to that damned school.