The Raging Tides (Naruto/Harry Potter/Percy Jackson)
In one strange universe, Percy Jackson was not born an only child, rather he was born a triplet, with two twin sisters. Yet oddly enough, for all the strange things which always happened around him, out of the three of them, he seemed to be the most normal one of them all.
Harriet and Rhea Jackson were strange children, though each of them blamed their own past life for their rather bizarre, abnormal situation. Reincarnation was real, and it was rather hectic compared to death. If only they didn’t have to worry about surviving until they were sixteen on top of everything else.
chapter one • the odd feeling you get when you’re a reincarnate and you see your twin sister sticking to the wall (literally)
Harriet Jackson could safely say that the situation before her would probably be downright abnormal for another person to be in. Yet her name had once been Potter and strange things always happened around them far too much. Case in point being the fact that she had reincarnated. Somehow Harriet doubted it got much weirder than that – but apparently the universe liked to prove her wrong.
Maybe that was why she was watching her twin baby sister crawl up the walls, and not, sadly, in the metaphorical sense. Rather in the sense that her sister was quite literally crawling a good two metres up the wall with no signs of slowing down.
A gurgling sound escaped her throat, worry for her twin baby sister twisting in her gut – she’d never had siblings before. The closest thing she’d had were dear friends, and she had vowed to protect them with her life, which was something of a moot point by then. She had, after all, died as Harriet Potter only to wake up as Harriet Jackson. The same Harriet Jackson who had two siblings. Harriet tugged on her magic, odd and different as it felt, reaching out with that power towards her sister. Babbles escaped her mouth, a high-pitched keening ringing through the air as her sister slipped down the wall, hands losing whatever sort of stickiness they’d had, falling into her little invisible cloud of magic.
Her sister floated in the air for a few moments, sea-green eyes wide and darting about before they locked on her. Hands waved in the air, reaching towards her with grabby motions even as her twin spiralled in the air, head over heels, and Harriet pulled the cloud down and towards her, careful not to hurt her new sibling who might or might not have been as odd an existence as her. What normal child crawled up walls without handhold or foothold in sight?
Harriet ignored the soft, phantom whisper of ‘Freak’, the ghostly reminder of a woman she could never forget.
Her sister, Rhea as she had heard her new mother call her, landed on the ground without a single sound, green eyes locked on her own with an eerie intensity unbefitting of a child. Fingers dug into the soft ground, Rhea pulling herself towards her, pudgy baby fingers curling in the material of her clothes in the next second.
Incomprehensible sounds escaped Rhea’s mouth, green eyes looking at her in wonder and curiosity as a clumsy baby hand patted at her cheek.
“Sister,” Harriet tried to say, only it came out as more of an “S-er,” as her infernal baby tongue tripped over the syllables.
Her sister babbled something in response, almost nuzzling into her neck and sending the both of them crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Nearby, the third of their triplet group placed his fist in his mouth, giggling then, shedding light then on the fact that he was probably the most normal one of their little triad.
Harriet thought she didn’t mind.
In fact, she rather thought she might come to love it.
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Haruno Sakura had known how her life would end – in fire and blood. The only bit that had her stumped was life after death. She had left a world of violence where every day was a battle to survive and had woken up somewhere so far removed from the blood and death and the lives which had slipped away beneath her fingers.
Every death had brought about a helpless sense of inferiority, the thought that she couldn’t save a single life haunting her every footstep.
Which was why she had decided that with her second time around she needed to be better. If she had paid more attention in the academy, if she had trained a little harder, then maybe, just maybe, she could have saved them. All of them.
Chakra thrummed beneath her skin, and she eyed the wall in front of her, wondering then what would happen if her mother came back and saw her on the walls. From the little Sakura had seen her mother was likely a civilian, so she only hoped that if she was caught things wouldn’t go too badly. She wanted to go to the academy again, and perhaps graduate early like Kakashi-sensei. Then she’d be able to save a few more people. Then she’d be able to live up to the Senju legacy instead of being the disappointment she’d been the first time around.
She could still smell it, ever lingering around her and in her chakra pathways. Mokuton was a gift and a burden. The weight of her legacy hung over her head like an axe, and Sakura could only muse about when would be the right time to reveal such a heritage that time around. She didn’t like the pressure. Yet such thoughts always made her feel so insecure when standing next to Sasuke and Naruto. She was a descendant of one of the founding clans – she was supposed to be stronger, better. She was supposed to thrive under pressure.
Dimly, she wondered what had happened to them as she placed one hand against the wall and latched herself on with a thimbleful of chakra. She shook her tiny head, instead deciding to focus on the present. Her teammates were in the past. Sakura ignored the tiny, snide voice which whispered they might be just as dead, if not more dead than her. She was, after all, mystifyingly alive for all her supposed death. Her hands stuck to the wall, guiding her upwards, tiny little feet sticking themselves to the wall as she hauled herself up. Not only was it a good chakra control exercise, but it was also helping build her physical strength too.
A smile pulled at her lips, and if she’d had teeth she would have bared them. Sakura sighed, thinking then on teething problems and how terrible it was going to be, more so with her being fully alert and conscious in such a tiny body.
Her hand planted itself on the wall, sliding down, and too late, Sakura realised she had pushed herself a bit too far as she began to fall. Until she wasn’t—falling, that was. She floated in the air, leaning backwards until she started a flip in the air. Green eyes narrowed, catching on the eerily intense set of her twin sister’s as two tiny, chubby hands reached out as if guiding her safely down to the floor.
Was it some sort of jutsu? Sakura could only wonder, eyes fixating on the other girl. Her sister. Sakura had never had one of those before. She had also never reincarnated before. She didn’t seem to have reincarnated alone, either, if the intelligence in those big green eyes and that odd jutsu which caught her were anything of a giveaway.
She wasn’t alone.
Hands and knees moved before she could think, carrying over to where her twin sat, staring at her almost curiously. She wasn’t alone. The thought grounded her, relief at not being the odd one out seeping through her as tiny, chubby fingers curled in her sister’s baby clothes. Incomprehensible sounds escaped her mouth, the driving thought that her sister was like her letting her snuggle against her new relative.
The one who made her feel slightly less scared and odd in a strange place where no one seemed to speak her language.
It wasn’t like she could understand her mother when she cooed and spoke at them.
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Her twin sister was odd, Harriet had decided very, very quickly, resisting the urge to sigh in a very unbabylike manner as Rhea once again climbed up the wall of her crib and did her weird sticky climbing thing to get into her adjacent crib.
She could tell it baffled their mother – the lovely Sally Jackson – whenever she came back to find Rhea in her crib somehow.
Evidently, reincarnation and strange powers like magic weren’t the norm there, and Harriet could only lie there and stare up at the ceiling as her sister snuggled into her contentedly and swiftly went back to sleep. It was comforting in some ways – to have another warm body beside her, ever a reminder that she was alive rather than dead. She did, after all, know the difference between them rather intimately, and she was almost certain her sister was much the same, even if neither of them could really talk as of yet. Though she supposed her sister had certainly been trying to communicate via some sort of hand signs, yet Harriet didn’t know whatever sign language that was, meaning they were still at square one in terms of communicating with each other.
Harriet was under the suspicions it would remain that way until they could both talk like actual human beings rather than the little crawling, babbling babies that they currently were.
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There were a few wobbly steps here and there, but Sakura knew she basically had walking down to pat at a very young age. It was probably something closer to the ages when clan kids had supposedly started taking their first steps – unless one was a Nara, that was.
She wasn’t entirely certain of why her sister wasn’t walking either – what with the fact that they both had to have active chakra systems. The weird floaty jutsu had proven her sister was alert and accessing her chakra, meaning she had to have been a shinobi, and even those at genin level knew how to tree-walk up vertical surfaces.
Yet she had never seen her sister do just that.
There was a niggling of something in the back of her head, a whisper that she was missing something very big, very important, and very, very obvious.
PREMISE: Female Harry Potter and Haruno Sakura are reincarnated as Percy Jackson's sisters - they're triplets. Co-dependent Harriet and Sakura. Sakura has very loose morals on killing others. Harriet is rather obsessed with protecting her new family no matter the cost. Mokuton Sakura. Chaotic Gremlin Harriet. AKA Harriet and her intrinsic relationship with her hero complex. They both don't realise they've been reincarnated from different universes for a while. Time to bring on the chaos.