drowsydoubt
Helianthus Potter wasn't everyone; she was The Girl Who Lived, The Saviour of the Wizarding World. She was the one who defeated Voldemort- or at least that's what she initially thought. Now, the Potter girl felt nothing short of a lamb raised for slaughter, with greedy lords circling to feast on the aftermath. There's only so much they can tear at her before she's left with nothing but scraps of herself.
She did not yet know that gathering the scattered relics of the Deathly Hallows would become her escape, her freedom from the Girl Who Lived.
Thanatos knew of the inevitable trio. He had long waited for a mortal or half-blood that was bold enough to seek the path of death and return unbroken-but he had never expected a champion to take the chance and become his master truly.
Apollo's interest was piqued as well. Helianthus-sunflower. A bloom that turned forever toward the light. A flower that would never wilt in his gardens. A lover who would never kneel.
What should have been Helen's remarkable inheritance-turning eighteen as a witch of many noble houses, heir to powerful magic and ancient transformations-was now a Pandora's box of secrets, far more dangerous and unpredictable than anyone could have imagined.
Harry Potter/Apollo/Thanatos