PROLOGUE

Eleven Years Ago..


The young woman crouched down behind the rubble that once was a house, desperately trying to block out the sounds of the Death Eaters storming the Auror camp. The woman looked up, and gasped. A handsome young Death Eater was stalking towards her, wand in hand. She tried to resist the urge to cry out as she sped towards an alleyway to hide. But the Death Eater had spotted her, and started sprinting after her.

The woman tried to calm her breathing like she had been trained. Be at peace, she thought. But it was too late. The man had found her. “Please don’t kill me,” She sobbed, tears streaming down her pale face. The Death Eater thought for a moment. “Depends,” he said, his smooth, velvety voice filling her ears. “What can you offer?” The woman blinked, surprised at his response. “I-I could be a spy..?” She suggested. “I could tell you the ministries plans, where they’re camping, and so on.” She looked at him hopefully. “So, is that a yes?” The young man smiled. “Welcome to the crew. I’m Michael Defoe . And you?” The woman smiled. “I’m Sally Jackson. Pleasure to meet you.” Michael grinned. “A pleasure indeed.”

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The war continued to rage for years, and with Sally as their spy, the Death Eaters grew ever more powerful. The Ministry was blissfully unaware of the spy in their ranks, and remained baffled at their constant lack of power, and the fact that Lord Voldemort’s men managed to figure out their every move. Meanwhile, a romance had begun to blossom between Michael and Miss Jackson.
They made plans for after the war; Sally would move back into her small apartment in Manhattan, and Michael would see if he could get his job as a voice actor for cartoon studio back.

Things got a tad complicated when Sally became pregnant.

Miguel proposed as soon as soon as he heard the news. Only a few came to the wedding: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Miguel’s father, Sally’s childhood friend Molly Weasley, and Sirius Black. Soon after, the happy couple went back to America. Miguel went off to get a job at the studio, unaware it had fallen into financial and literal ruin years ago.

He wasn’t coming home for a long time.

Sally waited and waited, but her husband didn’t return.The police were useless, and no one could help. Sally grew angry, thinking that Miguel must’ve left her for another woman. Sally found herself on constant walks along the beach; she grew up on the coast, and loved the water. It always seemed as if it was comforting her, telling her that it would be alright.
Sally’s footsteps echoed on the empty beach. She felt as if she were the only person in the world, and it filled her with a sort of empty confidence, the kind you get when you do something wrong for your benefit. She was so caught up in the shallow feeling, she didn’t notice that she was about to run into another person walking along the sea.
“Woah!” she cried as her feet left the ground, and she tumbled onto the sand.
“Oh! Are you alright?” It was the man she had run into.
“I’m so sorry.” Sally looked up and almost gasped. His eyes seemed to be made of the ocean, they were so green. She wanted to get lost in those eyes forever.
“I-I’m alright, Mr…?” The man smiled at her.

“My name is Poseidon.”


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Months had passed and soon enough, Sally had given birth to two beautiful children. When she first held the twins, she realised with a shock that the children had different fathers. Her son, Percy, was Poseidon’s son; he had the same black hair and sea green eyes. But Sally’s daughter, Scarlett, was obviously Michaels: she had the same caramel coloured hair and bright green eyes. Sally felt a mix of love and loss as she gazed at her children. Both their fathers had disappeared, but Sally knew she would never be alone anymore.

Sally noticed two things in the room as she held her children. The first thing she noticed was the shadow in the corner, a tall, dark, lanky thing that held the air of someone longing to reach out and hold someone. The other thing Sally noticed was the salty sea breeze that swirled around, filling the room with a feeling of hope.



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Hey guys! First things first, thanks for reading this!
Next up, this story is going to have a hell of a lot of fandoms in it. We already have three so far: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and Bendy and the Ink Machine!
Finally, if you have a fandom you want me to add to the story, just tell me in the comments, or via owl, and if I am aware of its existence, I’ll add it! BUT, there are some rules with suggesting fandoms.
-No anime. I am not an anime person, and most likely never will be. Only anime I watch is Pokémon. I have no shame.
-Nothing inappropriate. This is a family friendly story, and it's going to stay that way.

Alright! Think that’s everything. Anyway, enjoy the story!

-Grimsdon