𝕿𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗? 𝕬𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘.

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝔍𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙. The cave was shallow and had a large curved roof.

"James, pass the powdered root leaves. After this, all we will need is 10 drops of blood from each of us. The blood has to come from our index finger and only that finger." Lily Potter said. She was bent over a worn and ancient leather text.

James Potter, a man with short shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes was in a circle, which was encompassed by three other large circles. They all intersected in the center. 

"Love?" James spoke up as the circle began glowing a soft green-blue. "Yes?" Lily Potter replied still bent over the text. "Is it supposed to glow?" He asked looking at the circles around him uncertainly.

Lily veered around abruptly as a flash of bright white light arose seemingly out of nowhere.

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Poseidon sat in his throne chamber. Amphitrite, his delightful wife beside him. Well, his delightful wife is on another day, but today. She was griping about the infidelity he last had. Which was nearly 10 decades heretofore. Of course, she didn't care.

Poseidon grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'shut up' under his breath before he felt a warm sensation seep throughout him. A wonderfully warm and safe sensation. Something he hadn't felt since he last saw his mother, Rhea. Who was nowadays on vacation in the Bahamas.

He then smelled freshly baked bread, chocolate, strawberries, and honey. A delectable aroma.

Finally came the sound. The sound of a woman murmuring under her breath. Reciting from a book it sounded like a man conversing about circles.

Poseidon stood. Amphitrite examined him, dismayed as he did. He had just felt the oddest phenomenon. He felt Neptune and Poseidon merge into one. Rather than just Poseidon who stood there, it was a hybrid of the two gods one Greek and the other Roman. With the final merging Poseidon/Neptune flashed to the source of it all. 

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Before Lily and James Potter stood a man. A creature of pure magnificence. He had shoulder-length ebony hair and tan skin. Powerful sea green eyes, constantly ever-changing, and full pink lips. He wore a Greek-style pure white toga and golden sandals that proceeded up to his mid-calf. Poseidon Greek god of the sea and horses and earthquakes.

"Why was I summoned, Mortal?" Poseidon/Neptune asked with a baritone voice. "We need help. M'lord." Lily Potter declared, clasping her abdomen. "State what I am required for." Poseidon/Neptune said ultimately taking notice of the lovely mortal in front of him. "We are pursuing children. Yet I am infertile. I am unable to bare children." Lily said still holding her middle.

Poseidon shrunk down to his human elevation and got a better look at the couple. The woman had fiery red hair and lovely emerald green eyes that bore into the god. The man who remained silent had hazel eyes and brown hair.

Poseidon ambled forward. He valued the couple at first sight. Something was alluring about them. As if they had some type of magic about them. He pressed his hand to Lily Potter's stomach. Her stomach shimmered an eerie blue before it faded. Poseidon had only put enough essence for one child into her stomach.

He commenced reviewing planes, Camp Half-Blood. And other things a parent of his demigod should comprehend.

He informed them he would be there for the birth of his child and departed after taking them home.

However, Poseidon thought he only put enough essence for one child. He must have accidentally overestimated the amount though because there were three extraordinarily powerful demigod children currently growing inside Lily Potter's stomach.

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9 months after the gathering in the cave.

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Lily Potter sat on a stretcher at St.Mungos Hospital. James and Poseidon were located anxiously in the waiting room. Poseidon is disguised as Lily's 'Long lost magical uncle.' When finally the cry of a newborn was heard. Alice Longbottom stepped out of her best friend's room. "Go on." She said calmly to the men practically pushing the door down. 

They quietly scrambled inside excitedly. Before James froze in his tracks. Seeing a smiling Lily with three babies. "What would you like to name them Mrs. Potter?" Poseidon glimpsed over and saw a familiar face. She had ever-changing eyes. Long beautiful blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. And a medic outfit on. Aphrodite. 

Poseidon dragged her aside as James sat down on the wooden chair next to his wife. "Are they yours?" Aphrodite asked accusingly. "Yes, but please don't tell anybody. Please. I'll do anything." Poseidon virtually pleaded. 

"Anything hm?" Aphrodite said with a giggle. "Yes, anything," Poseidon said with a sigh of relief. "What if I...wanted to bless your children?" Aphrodite asked sweetly. Poseidon froze. His children? Wasn't it child? He looked over at Lily. She was holding three two bundles while James held a third. Children.

Poseidon sighed. Anything to keep them safe and a secret. "Fine." He said in exasperation. He walked over to his children. Just as they were surrounded by a smooth pink glow.

Lily handed Poseidon the green bundle. It was a small boy. With a tuft of soft black hair, and Lily's emerald green eyes that seemed to glow and change a lot depending on the lighting. No doubt because of Aphrodite's gift. 

Poseidon peeked over at the child being held by James. To his surprise, it was a girl. She had brown hair and sparkling brown eyes and was paler unlike the other two who had tanned skin as if they spent hours in the sun. Finally, there was a third. A boy also with jet hair and sea green eyes. The two boys looked exactly alike minus the fact that the third boy's eyes were lighter and the first boy was the tiniest of the three.

"What did you resolve to name them?" Poseidon asked. "Perseus Achellies is the oldest. Isabella Marie is the second oldest. And Harrison James is the youngest." James said enthusiastically as he cooed at Isabella.

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October 31st~One year and one month later

  𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙 

Voldemort appeared in Godrics Hollow on October 31st. A poor decision on his aspect as it was Halloween.

"Wow, cool costume mister." A small blonde kid screeched up at him. The kid was dressed in a weird dress. "I'm a wizard what you mister?" Voldemort practically choked through his nonexistent nose. Is this kid a wizard? No way. Voldemort dressed way better than a purple carpet and a weird purple hat with yellow stars.

Voldemort sighed. This is what he gets for going on Halloween. A repulsive holiday. 

Voldemort continued to walk up the broken cobblestone street. Children running around and taking candy from strangers. 'Be careful kiddos it just may be poisoned.' He thought ruthfully. He eventually made it to a cottage tucked behind a small point in the forest.

It was a yellow cottage with white trim and blue azaleas outside in gardening boxes. And a stone driveway not that they needed a car.

Voldemort sighed. Such a tough job murdering people they just scream so frickity frackity loudly.

Voldemort could have had manners and knocked on the door like a typical person, but Voldemort has no nose so he is not a normal individual by any standards.

In the end, he knocked down the door.

Hope the Potters have insurance. Oh well, they won't be alive long enough to fix their door.

"Lily take the children and run." He heard the voice of James Potter yell to his wife. Lily Potter grabbed each child quickly yet gently and rushed them all to the nursery. How she managed to do that Voldemort will never know. "Move aside." Voldemort's icy and raspy voice said as he was left with James.

"Avada Kedavra." It was whispered but it was fatal. James Pitter tumbled to the floor, dead.

Voldemort stepped over the dead body and gracefully strode his way up the oak stairs toward the closed door at the end of the hall.

.He again knocked the door down. With force. "Move aside silly girl." He warned Lily.

"No not my babes, not my Percy, Bella, and Harry," Lily begged with Voldemort. She knew it was no use she was going to die tonight.

"Avada Kadavra." The words were communicated. Now to kill the child to defeat him. He peered over the side of the crib and let his magic out. He instantly knew which child to kill. The smallest, being protected by his sleeping siblings. However, the youngest's eyes were wide open.

He had just witnessed the murder of his mother. Death.

"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort let out one last time for the successive 11 years. It rebounded off of the child and hit Voldemort square in the chest. He disappeared with a shriek of pain and anguish.

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Poseidon gazes over his children as they are sent to new dwellings far away from each other. Harry to the abusive Dursleys in Surrey, England. Percy to Auntie Sally's across the pond in New York. And Bella to Auntie Reneé and Uncle Charlie's home in Forks, Washington.

They all had very different childhoods.

They met at age 11 on the Hogwarts Express.

They realized they were siblings when they saw each other at Camp Half-Blood where they got claimed by Poseidon and Neptune (not that anybody knew the latter) as full siblings during the summer after the first year.

They went through three wars together.

Tartarus. Together.

And they grew a family. And best friends.

The siblings accomplished everything together. Always.

One day after the Second Giant War, they decided with their friends and family to move to Forks, Washington with Aunt Reneé and Uncle Charlie.

It is at this point everything changed.