1 fic (challenge)
Title: Descendent of Hecate
Rating: G
Character: Hermione Granger, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)
Pairings: Hermione/Ron, Annabeth/Percy
Summary: A chance encounter in Australia of all places gives Annabeth a clue about the existence of the Wizarding World.
Author's Note: Challenge #12 - Crossover. Set in current day so Hermione is in her early 30s. This uses a prompt from c_hrista, but I set it up for a sequel so that I can use erzsebet's prompt as well. Not proofread at all because it's late and I want points so. Hecate is the Greek goddess of witchcraft, and in the Percy Jackson universe, her children are wizards. They also fought on the wrong side in the recent war. This contains minor spoilers for Mark of Athena and The Demigod Diaries by Rick Riordan.
Word Count: 1236
Descendent of Hecate
Hermione was too busy to notice at first that the book she'd grabbed off the counter at the coffee shop wasn't the one she'd brought in on international wizarding relations through the decades. The one she had grabbed was as heavy and old as the one she'd entered the shop with, but only once she was on the bus did she look down to see the title Architecture in the Antiquity. Her first thought was that it sounded like a very interesting topic, and she opened the book. As soon as she had, she knew she had made a real mistake. Every spare space, every margin, the inside covers, even the spaces between the paragraphs-- all of it was filled with doodles and drawings, rough drafts of blueprints, notes and more notes. This was not just a book: this was someone's notebook. The detail and skill in the blueprints convinced her it belongs to some architect and would be sorely missed.
Besides, she needed that book on international wizarding policy.
And so, when the bus turned the next corner, she popped out into the harsh and hot sunlight of downtown Sydney, Australia. She wasn't familiar with the city and knew just enough to get to and from the library, her hotel, and the wizarding hospital that was treating her parents. She hadn't gone far from the coffee shop, though, and she could walk the three or four blocks back there without any trouble.
*****
Percy,
I'm glad you talked me into coming here with my dad. You're right-- it has been nice to spend some time just the two of us without my little brothers or step-mom. I skipped my dad's talk at the University since I've heard it before, but I have enjoyed seeing the city. You should have come. I mean, I know I could never convince you to fly so far in a plane, but we should have figured something out because the beach is amazing. The water is this clear perfect blue and the waves are huge. I stuck to the sand with my dad, but it was really gorgeous. Even the Nereids here seem more beautiful, and they're very friendly. They kept shouting to us from the waves. They have Australian accents also.
In fact... maybe it's better you aren't here. They might be a bit too friendly.
The weather has been great too.
Love,
Annabeth.
*****
Hermione walked back into the coffee shop and looked around. Here in the middle of the afternoon it was nearly abandoned, but it was close enough to the University that she imaged her book belonged either to an Architecture or a Classics professor-- probably the former. She scanned the shop for anyone who might look like the type and saw no one. The only people here were a mother with three little children and blonde teenage girl. She thought for a moment of how greatly she missed her own children and hoped that Ron hadn't managed to blow the house up yet. Hermione was about to return the book to the cashier when she noticed that her own book was sitting on the teenager's table. Hermione approached.
"Sorry," Hermione said to the girl, "I must have left my book here." She reached for it.
Despite the fact that the girl's head was buried behind a laptop and her fingers were typing furiously, she did not seem surprised or at all caught off guard by Hermione's approach. The teen's haunting gray eyes evaluated Hermione before she answered in a flat American accent, "You have my book. Thank the gods."
Hermione considered the tome in her hands for a moment. "The architecture one?"
"Yes," the girl answered. "It's mine, and this one on... on.." she squinted as if she were having trouble making out the title and then asked, "What is this book on, anyway?"
"Oh, just a bit of fiction really," Hermione laughed, grabbing the wizarding book quickly off the table and replacing it with the volume on Architecture.
"You're British," the girl said. Hermione was simply glad that the teen wasn't going to pursue the topic of the wizarding book any further.
"Yes. Very impressive. Most Americans can't even tell Australian accents from English ones."
The teen's brows wrinkled together. "Oh. I don't know why; the vowels sound entirely different."
"Yes, I think so," Hermione agreed, smiling. "I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm Hermione."
The girl's eyes lit up, growing wide at the sound of Hermione's name. Hermione was somewhat used to this as her name was a bit unusual. However, this teen's interest seemed to really pique now. She closed her laptop and offered her hand. "The daughter of Helen of Troy!"
"You are?" Hermione asked, charmed.
"No, you are!" the girl said. "Or rather, Hermione is. Was. Hermione was nine years old when her mother ran off with Paris and started the Trojan War. Hermione was named after the god Hermes. Are you Greek?" She seemed to be hanging on the answer very carefully.
"No, British," Hermione answered, feeling they had already covered this ground. "Sorry, I missed your name?"
"Oh. Annabeth. I'm Greek."
"I thought you were American," Hermione countered with.
"My mother is Greek, my father is American," the girl-- Annabeth-- clarified.
"So you must have grown up with your father?"
Annabeth answered curtly, "No." She did not elaborate. She stared at Hermione a bit longer as if trying to recognize her from somewhere before asking, "Were you named after someone? Like Hermes?"
"Actually I was named for the character in Shakespeare's A Winter's Tale."
"I haven't read Shakespeare," Annabeth said. "But thank you for returning my book."
"Did you do the drawings in there?"
Annabeth suddenly seemed to hug the book more tightly to herself. "It's a hobby," she answered.
"You're quite good."
"Thank you," Annabeth smiled, all careful politeness now.
"Well," Hermione smiled, standing, "I have to be off. It was nice meeting you, Annabeth."
"You too." Annabeth waved and grinned, but the act seemed forced to Hermione, as if Annabeth was eager to be left alone with her book and laptop. Hermione didn't know much about computers, but she knew what it was like to want to be left to study when she had some difficult problem to crack, so she was happy to oblige.
*****
Percy,
Some woman just came up to me in the coffee shop. I'd accidentally picked up her book and she'd picked up mine on architecture. Thank the gods that she returned it-- it was the one with all the Olympus designs and also the ones I'm working on for New Rome. I know they haven't asked us to help rebuild but I thought since we're the ones who blew them up we should do something to help. Anyway, I couldn't quite make out the title of the book she left-- it was in gold and some weird font and you know how that goes with dyslexia and all. But she said it was fiction and I'm positive she was lying. She was British, which is relevant, because I'm it mentioned wizards and didn't Chiron say something about a war between Hecate's children in England? You probably don't remember, but he did. She seemed nice, but I got the feeling she was definitely a descendent of Hecate-- maybe not a direct child but possibly a grandchild or something. After Alabaster led Hecate's children against the Olympians, I do not trust them. Remind me to talk to Chiron about this when I get home.
You're probably going to say I'm over-thinking things, but how would you know? The space between your ears is filled with sand.
Yours,
Annabeth.
Jess | Gryffindor | 46 points
Rating: G
Character: Hermione Granger, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)
Pairings: Hermione/Ron, Annabeth/Percy
Summary: A chance encounter in Australia of all places gives Annabeth a clue about the existence of the Wizarding World.
Author's Note: Challenge #12 - Crossover. Set in current day so Hermione is in her early 30s. This uses a prompt from c_hrista, but I set it up for a sequel so that I can use erzsebet's prompt as well. Not proofread at all because it's late and I want points so. Hecate is the Greek goddess of witchcraft, and in the Percy Jackson universe, her children are wizards. They also fought on the wrong side in the recent war. This contains minor spoilers for Mark of Athena and The Demigod Diaries by Rick Riordan.
Word Count: 1236
Descendent of Hecate
Hermione was too busy to notice at first that the book she'd grabbed off the counter at the coffee shop wasn't the one she'd brought in on international wizarding relations through the decades. The one she had grabbed was as heavy and old as the one she'd entered the shop with, but only once she was on the bus did she look down to see the title Architecture in the Antiquity. Her first thought was that it sounded like a very interesting topic, and she opened the book. As soon as she had, she knew she had made a real mistake. Every spare space, every margin, the inside covers, even the spaces between the paragraphs-- all of it was filled with doodles and drawings, rough drafts of blueprints, notes and more notes. This was not just a book: this was someone's notebook. The detail and skill in the blueprints convinced her it belongs to some architect and would be sorely missed.
Besides, she needed that book on international wizarding policy.
And so, when the bus turned the next corner, she popped out into the harsh and hot sunlight of downtown Sydney, Australia. She wasn't familiar with the city and knew just enough to get to and from the library, her hotel, and the wizarding hospital that was treating her parents. She hadn't gone far from the coffee shop, though, and she could walk the three or four blocks back there without any trouble.
*****
Percy,
I'm glad you talked me into coming here with my dad. You're right-- it has been nice to spend some time just the two of us without my little brothers or step-mom. I skipped my dad's talk at the University since I've heard it before, but I have enjoyed seeing the city. You should have come. I mean, I know I could never convince you to fly so far in a plane, but we should have figured something out because the beach is amazing. The water is this clear perfect blue and the waves are huge. I stuck to the sand with my dad, but it was really gorgeous. Even the Nereids here seem more beautiful, and they're very friendly. They kept shouting to us from the waves. They have Australian accents also.
In fact... maybe it's better you aren't here. They might be a bit too friendly.
The weather has been great too.
Love,
Annabeth.
*****
Hermione walked back into the coffee shop and looked around. Here in the middle of the afternoon it was nearly abandoned, but it was close enough to the University that she imaged her book belonged either to an Architecture or a Classics professor-- probably the former. She scanned the shop for anyone who might look like the type and saw no one. The only people here were a mother with three little children and blonde teenage girl. She thought for a moment of how greatly she missed her own children and hoped that Ron hadn't managed to blow the house up yet. Hermione was about to return the book to the cashier when she noticed that her own book was sitting on the teenager's table. Hermione approached.
"Sorry," Hermione said to the girl, "I must have left my book here." She reached for it.
Despite the fact that the girl's head was buried behind a laptop and her fingers were typing furiously, she did not seem surprised or at all caught off guard by Hermione's approach. The teen's haunting gray eyes evaluated Hermione before she answered in a flat American accent, "You have my book. Thank the gods."
Hermione considered the tome in her hands for a moment. "The architecture one?"
"Yes," the girl answered. "It's mine, and this one on... on.." she squinted as if she were having trouble making out the title and then asked, "What is this book on, anyway?"
"Oh, just a bit of fiction really," Hermione laughed, grabbing the wizarding book quickly off the table and replacing it with the volume on Architecture.
"You're British," the girl said. Hermione was simply glad that the teen wasn't going to pursue the topic of the wizarding book any further.
"Yes. Very impressive. Most Americans can't even tell Australian accents from English ones."
The teen's brows wrinkled together. "Oh. I don't know why; the vowels sound entirely different."
"Yes, I think so," Hermione agreed, smiling. "I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm Hermione."
The girl's eyes lit up, growing wide at the sound of Hermione's name. Hermione was somewhat used to this as her name was a bit unusual. However, this teen's interest seemed to really pique now. She closed her laptop and offered her hand. "The daughter of Helen of Troy!"
"You are?" Hermione asked, charmed.
"No, you are!" the girl said. "Or rather, Hermione is. Was. Hermione was nine years old when her mother ran off with Paris and started the Trojan War. Hermione was named after the god Hermes. Are you Greek?" She seemed to be hanging on the answer very carefully.
"No, British," Hermione answered, feeling they had already covered this ground. "Sorry, I missed your name?"
"Oh. Annabeth. I'm Greek."
"I thought you were American," Hermione countered with.
"My mother is Greek, my father is American," the girl-- Annabeth-- clarified.
"So you must have grown up with your father?"
Annabeth answered curtly, "No." She did not elaborate. She stared at Hermione a bit longer as if trying to recognize her from somewhere before asking, "Were you named after someone? Like Hermes?"
"Actually I was named for the character in Shakespeare's A Winter's Tale."
"I haven't read Shakespeare," Annabeth said. "But thank you for returning my book."
"Did you do the drawings in there?"
Annabeth suddenly seemed to hug the book more tightly to herself. "It's a hobby," she answered.
"You're quite good."
"Thank you," Annabeth smiled, all careful politeness now.
"Well," Hermione smiled, standing, "I have to be off. It was nice meeting you, Annabeth."
"You too." Annabeth waved and grinned, but the act seemed forced to Hermione, as if Annabeth was eager to be left alone with her book and laptop. Hermione didn't know much about computers, but she knew what it was like to want to be left to study when she had some difficult problem to crack, so she was happy to oblige.
*****
Percy,
Some woman just came up to me in the coffee shop. I'd accidentally picked up her book and she'd picked up mine on architecture. Thank the gods that she returned it-- it was the one with all the Olympus designs and also the ones I'm working on for New Rome. I know they haven't asked us to help rebuild but I thought since we're the ones who blew them up we should do something to help. Anyway, I couldn't quite make out the title of the book she left-- it was in gold and some weird font and you know how that goes with dyslexia and all. But she said it was fiction and I'm positive she was lying. She was British, which is relevant, because I'm it mentioned wizards and didn't Chiron say something about a war between Hecate's children in England? You probably don't remember, but he did. She seemed nice, but I got the feeling she was definitely a descendent of Hecate-- maybe not a direct child but possibly a grandchild or something. After Alabaster led Hecate's children against the Olympians, I do not trust them. Remind me to talk to Chiron about this when I get home.
You're probably going to say I'm over-thinking things, but how would you know? The space between your ears is filled with sand.
Yours,
Annabeth.
Jess | Gryffindor | 46 points