“Lyria Walked In The Senate House. Everyone Went Silent. She Was Admiring The Place To See If Anything

“Lyria walked in the Senate House. Everyone went silent. She was admiring the place to see if anything changed over the past year. Granted, she was in a coma before waking up thanks to Hera or Juno...” (The Wizarding Ten-The Lost Beads of Chaos)

Hi, I’m starting a crossover between Percy Jackson and Harry Potter (Marauders Era). It follows the main character Lyria Eclair Graham de Vanily through the Lightning Thief to her death. It is up on Wattpad, Lyria the Demiwitch and Caught Between Two Wars.

Burn-Apollo Version

Apollo was back on Olympus and in his temple, immortal and godly of course. He was remembering everything his so-called family giving him half-apologies and excuses when he became a God once again. He remembered that after Dionysus, he was the one most punished by his father. Not even his twin sister; Artemis, or the kind Hestia spoke up to Zeus when he cast Apollo down to the mortal world.

I remember every word you told me

Apollo really did remember everything his family said to him, from his birth to the present time, he would always remember.

From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine

Apollo remembered the first time he went was on Olympus. He remembered looking at his father, his uncle, his aunts, his stepmother, his half-brothers, his half-sisters.

You said you were mine

I thought you were mine

Then, he remembered all those punishments Zeus gave him. Or when Artemis kept on insulting, screaming, and yelling at him.

Do you know what Mother said

When I first became an Olympian?

She said

"Be careful with those, love

They will do what it takes to survive"

Apollo remembered the day he got turned into a mortal again. No one spoke up for him. Not a single one.

You and your words flooded my senses

Your sentences left me defenseless

You built me palaces out of paragraphs

You built cathedrals

He really, actually thought that his family loved him. But it was all a big lie. They didn’t love him.

I'm re-remembering the things you told me

I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line

For some kind of sign, and when you were mine

Apollo thought of all the moments he had with his family. All 4,000 plus years. He needed to remember if they really loved him or if they were all lying to him.

The world seemed to burn

Burn

I published the book about everything you told me

Apollo wrote a book called “I Was There For Them In Their Darkest Times, I Was There For Them In Their Darkest Times, But I Wonder Where They Were When I Was At My Lowest On My Knees.” It was about his adventures, but using different names for the other Gods: Zeus as John, Hera as Anastasia, Poseidon as Joe, Demeter as Anna, Ares as Marcus, Athena as Phoebe, himself as Fred, Artemis as Zoe, Hephaestus as Charles, Aphrodite as Callista, Hermes as Luke, Dionysus as Timothy, Hades as George, Iris as Luna, Hypnos as James, Nemesis as Natalie, Nike as Victoria, Hebe as Maya, Tyche as Elizabeth, Hecate as Ginevra, and Hestia as Celestia. These are the names they use when they go to the mortal world. As for the demigods, he used their middle names: Jason as Alexander, Percy as August, Annabeth as Susan, Will as Andrew, etc.

I told the whole world how you punished me for one single mistake

After the battle against Gaea, Zeus punished him for not only encouraging Octavian to follow his dangerous path but also for revealing the prophecy much too soon.

In clearing your name, you have ruined my life

Apollo remembered Jason and those whose blood was on his hands. He remembered all those nightmares he had about his children dying in the most painful way, Jason blaming him for his death, his family lying straight to his face about loving him.

Do you know what Mother said

When she found out what you'd done?

She said

"Our family’s an Icarus

They have flown too close to the sun"

Leto tried to multiple times persuade Zeus into bringing Apollo back to Olympus, but to no avail.

You and your words, obsessed with your reputation

That’s all the Gods and Goddesses do; maintaining their reputation.

Your sentences border on senseless

And you are paranoid in every paragraph

How they perceive you

You, you, you

By now, Apollo grabbed the painting he made of his family after the Second Titan War as a way to cope with the loss of his children.

I'm erasing myself from the narrative

Let future historians wonder how Apollo reacted when you broke his heart

You have torn it all apart, I'm watching it

Burn

Watching it burn

Apollo broke the painting into pieces and threw it in the fire he made.

The world has no right to my heart

The world has no place in Olympus

They don't get to know what I said

I'm burning the memories

He threw the scrapbook, photo album, paintings, poems, drawings, everything he made and got from his “family”

Burning the things that might have redeemed all of you

You forfeit all rights to my heart

Apollo split his beloved Golden Bow made by Hephaestus and threw it in the fire. He grabbed his sacred quiver of arrows, split them in half, and threw them into the fire.

You forfeit the place in my temples

You sleep in your temples instead

With only the memories of when you were mine

The last thing that reminded Apollo of the other 19 of the Olympian Council was his necklace with their symbols.

I hope that you burn

He threw it in the fire and flashed away to see his mother. Apollo was unaware that the Olympian Council along with everyone in Camp Half-Blood. Camp Jupiter, and the Hunters. Almost everyone was crying, but none more than Hermes, Artemis, and Hestia; all of which were closest to Apollo. They can only hope that the sun god wouldn’t hold a grudge and forgive them in time.

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Natalie Persephone Sackett, OC of Legume_Shadow on AO3.

Olivia and Alexander Reunion

Olivia POV/1st Person

I walked to the edge of the camp looking for a somewhat high-ranking soldier to take me to the commander of the Continental Army.

“Halt! Who goes there?” a blue coat announced loud and clear. Bingo. I was wearing a simple light blue dress with a cloak, the hood covering my face.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he questioned in a commanding voice. “Hello, my name is Olivia Hamilton and I need to see General George Washington,” I answered him.

“Why do you need to see his Excellency?” he asked, now cautious and suspicious. “Please, sir, it is urgent. I can only say it to his presence and no one more.” I pleaded.

“Miss Hamilton, I have been expecting you,” a man said with the same uniform, but with a blue sash and grey potato hair. Seriously what is up with that? He is the only one with potato hair. I looked around and the entire army with their guns out, but thankfully not pointed towards me.

Their expressions however are mixed with shock, confusion, and apprehension. I looked to the right of Potato Hair Man and saw someone that looks almost exactly like me. Vibrant red hair, violet-blue eyes, a little bump on the nose, cream skin with peach blush covering the freckles on each cheek, nose, and ear, and looks about 5’7 frame.

The only difference between us is that I was a few centimeters taller than him, while he had coily curls, I had more soft curls, my hair was longer than his and braided into a plait hanging on my right shoulder, while he was tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon and a single curl that rested on the side of his face.

I took off the hood to show my face, violet-blue met violet-blue.

“Via?” he said in a small voice.

“Xander?” I said in the same tone.

We ran towards each other, not believing that our half was right in front of us. I trapped him in a hug that a mother does to her child. After our own died due to Yellow Fever, I had to take care of him all by myself. He still smelled of mint, ink, and parchment, now accompanied by coffee.

I flicked his forehead, “Ow! Via what was that for?!” he yelled at me, clearly in pain. “Where have you been! I received a letter back in ‘72 that the ship you were in sank and you died! I am your older sister and I demand you to tell me what happened.” I ignored his retort saying I was only older by 30 seconds.

He huffed and stomped his foot on the ground like the child he is, “Fine, I will tell you later.” I examined his face again, not liking the fact that his face was a few shades lighter than mine and the dark circles under his eyes.

“And pray tell, brother dearest,” I said in a cold, chilling voice. He knew that whenever I use this tone, he was done for, “Why is your face paler than usual and why does it look like you haven’t slept in days?”

He fidgeted under my stare and after a while, I got impatient, “Alexander George Hamilton!” said 22-year old stood up straighter at the commanding voice. “All right! I haven’t slept in weeks and not eat a lot in order to do the paperwork for His Excellency!”

I was furious, but also confused. “Hold on, the man who has the potato-like hair is George Washington?” Snorts and muffled laughter were heard from the soldiers, clearly not wanting to anger him. Speaking of him, I ran to him at a fast speed and flipped him over my shoulder. Lucky for him, we were on grass not pavement, and I dragged him by the leg to a nearby tent. I glared at any soldier who was in my way.

In the distance, I heard someone speak. “Should we…” trailed a man with blonde hair and a ridiculous helmet. “No, you should not, because once you make my sister angry, you are done for. But do not worry, she would just yell at him. I hope.” he added the last sentence in a hushed tone, but everyone heard.

Once we were inside, I did exactly what my brother said, yell at him. Once I was satisfied, we got out of the tent, and into the General’s office.

“I believe that you wanted to speak to me, Miss Hamilton?” he asked in a calm, but wary tone. “Yes, I want to be a spy and only you and your most trusted advisors can only know about this. I have already thought of a cover name; Denise Melody. Her background information is that her father and brothers are sick and in order to make money, she needs to become a maid. I will somehow turn my red locks black and speak with a Dutch accent. I will board a ship to England and be hired by the King. There I will write you letters about what I have learned.” He looked intrigued about my plan and asked for more details about it. In the end, he agreed.

But now, I need to force my younger, very stubborn brother to take more care of himself.