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"I used to be there," said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette burn. "My sweet old mother blasted me off after I ran away from home..." 

Sirius continued to explained that the Black family tapestry in 12 Grimmauld Place was a visual representation of their pure-blood heritage.

Harry looked in a mixture of awe, disgust, and sorrow at it. The thing was a sprawling, faded tapestry embroidered with golden thread, showcasing the lineage of the Black family back to the Middle Ages. Sirius detailed how his family, particularly his parents, adhered to a strict set of rules and traditions, emphasizing pure blood and rejecting any deviation from the family's values. 

Harry studied the tapestry that seemed to bring his godfather so much negative feelings, and saw the Malfoy family's names on the Black family tapestry, he exclaimed, "You're related to the Malfoys!". This was a shocking revelation for Harry, as the interconnectedness of pure-blood wizarding families was not something he was fully aware of before. 

Sirius laughed, "Sadly yes, Lucius Malfoy married my cousin Narcissa Lastrange. But all pure blood families are related somehow. Actually..." Sirius trod off as he walked to an edge of the tapestry. Harry falowing behind still trying to sort out his feelings. The length that they had to walk of the tapestry showed how distantly Sirius was related to whoever he wanted to show his godson. "This is the Potter part of the tapestry. Mother dearest didn't often cunsern herself with this side of the family much. Too far distantly, related with too much money to really care."

Harry stared at the names of his parents, grandparents, grat-grandparents, and more sprawled out in front of him. family members who have died their deaths marked with gold thread. Harry feelings tears forming in his eyes, he doesn't know if he's happy that he got the chance to see even just the names of these family members that he would never get to meet. Or if this was just torture. Then something caught his eye, a little burnt spot just like the one where his godfather's name once was, right next to his father's. "Sirius?" He asked transfixed by the spot. 

"Yes Harry."

Harry couldn't find words for a little bit.  Then slowly so vary slowly he pointed to the magically burnt spot. "Who was that?" His mother's name, was connected to his father's in a color that meant through marriage still visible on the tapestry. The words about the old Black family Matriarch not concerning herself often with this part of the tapestry rung in his head. Who was this person? And what did they do?

Sirius's face went mournful. "That was Salvia Estelle Potter, she was your father's sister."

"I have a wizarding aunt?" Harry couldn't help but ask hopefully and in disbelie.

"Had" Sirius corrected. "She died when she was a little over 7, thought to be an attack by death eaters." He continued with a hint of mourning and anger, but obviously trying to stay calm for Harry. "She was the sweetest little girl I'd ever known. I thought of her as my own sister."

"Why" Harry had so many questions but that was the most important one. Why did his aunt have to die so yung? Why did no one tell him that his family has been being killed by Voldemort and his despicable followers for so long? Why was his aunt blasted from this family tree but his muggle mother wasn't? Why did they kill a young presumably pure blood witch? 

"A few days before it happens she was officially diagnosed a squib." Sirius said like it was the answer to all of those questions.... and sadly it was. But Sirius seems to think he needed to explain more. "The only thing worse to the family then marrying a muggle born, was being a squib." He spat out his hatred for his family being almost visible in the air. As they both looked mournfully at the place the long dead Potter girl's face and name should have been.

Harry was the first to spot it....

A little branch sprouted from the spot that that his aunt's name should have been. A branch that had only one single name, in the same style showing that they are a child of whoever the branch was cunected too. And hope flickered in Harry's chest. "If she's dead then who is that?" He pointed to the name.

Sirius stared at the name in disbelief. "That's impossible." His godfather's voice sounded stranded.

"Not if she not actually dead." Harry pointed out, their hope growing. Allowing for the start of like giddy, smile.

Sirius shook his head like a dog trying to dry itself. "Once you have been taking off the tapestry no one from your line will be able to be seen on it, unless..."

Harry was getting nervous what if the only way to get back on the tapestry was to do some really messed up dark magic stuff? What if his apparent cousin joined the death eaters? Would you have to fight them? "Unless what?"

"Unless they are extremely powerful. Only think that pure blood families respect more than blood ties is power." 

The both star transfixed on the name that has been growing more and more noticeable. One "Perseus Jackson".

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James was bord, he just wanted to meet his baby sibling already. Sure, Granddad, and Grandma were fun, and he loved them vary much. But if that Black boy he was trying to befriend could get a younger sibling and be as amazing as he said being an older brother is. Then why did he have to wait so long?

He wants to meet his little sibling now.

Then maby he, the Black boy, and that Pettigrew kid could all be good friend. Well more like him and the Black boy most, Pettigrew was nice, but he was to shy to play with most of the time. And Black and himself go to more of the same stuff partys the Pettigrew gose too, enyway. 

Enyway, thare was only so much for James to to at Grandma, and Granddad's house. And he has been thare for forever now.(he's on at least the second day.) 

A cracking sound singing a house elf's apprentice in the courtyard where James was writing his training broom. " Youngest master Potter" it squeaked, getting James atenchen. "Young Master Fleamont Potter, young Mistress Euphemia Potter, and the youngest Mistress Potter has arrived."

James almost hurt himself trying to get off the broom, and into the house as fast as possible to see his new sister. It took him a little bit to find ware this family had disided to sit and talk(it's a real big house, ok?) But once he did he stopped in the doorway. Thare was his whole family, and sleep in his mother's arms was his brand new little sister. He cautiously, and slowly walked towards his mother and up sister. She was so adorable, she was slightly more tan then he's was, like grandfather, and mum. But her little wisps ofp hair was a little lighter then James's like dad, and Grandma. Other then that she kinda likes like a potato but in a cute and perfect way. Unlike the newest Black family member. James's little sister was obviously better in every way. Mum smiled at him as he reached out gentle to tuch the newest member of the family. "James, let us introduce you to Salvia Estelle Potter, your new baby sister."

"Make sure to be a good big brother and always pertect her, ok, James?" Is dad adds.

James nods, his dad didn't need to tell him to do so. He was going to do that enyway. "I'm gonna call her Sals. Hear that Sals that's your nickname." He britly grins down at the baby. The she opens her eyes to look up at him. Hand her eyes are as blue as the ocean, or the paintings if Great-grandma Estelle that he sees around the house. Great-grandma Estelle was sead to have been to beautiful to be human. And to have had a grat sense of humor about it, saying that she was a sea nymph that fell in love with Great-Granddad Jacob, when he was visiting Greece. And left her place in the royal cort just to be with him. A story that she and Great-Granmother pyknó sýnnefo seemed to share joy is sharing and telling. Even as painting and as the jokes they surly are. And with beautiful eyes like those Sals probably will at some point pick up the joke as well. "I love you Sals, and I will always pertect you."

Sirius loves his little brother, but he wouldn't really like it if his parents wouldn't make him take care of Regulus all the time. At least Sirius take care of his was better the his baby brother being used as an accessory, or worse being yelled at, luckily they haven't dune enything worse then that yet.

So there he was standing in a corner of the ballroom as the lord's and lady's of the houses all talk politics, if not outright then surely. Making valid threats, or promises with fake smiles.

Oh, how Sirius hated it.

Suddenly the Potter heir appeared next to him. "Hello, heir Black, and Blacket" The Potter boy grinning. The Pettigrew heir was traling behind him. Unlike the Potters and Blacks, the Pettigrew are a vary low ranking pure-blood family, they are barely even nobility. 

"His name is Regulus Arcturus Black." Sirius heled his little brother close.

Heir Potter's smile did seem to falter at all at his harsh tone. "And this." Heir Potter motioned to somthing in his arms excitedly, as the Pettigrew heir looks on like this has been going on for far to long. And has seen this exact interaction thousands of times already even though it wasn't that long since the event started. "Is my most amazing, beautiful, smart, stunning, cute, genius, and amazing baby sister Salvia Estelle Potter. But I called her Sals."

Sirius look down at the baby and she smiled almost as bright as her brother up at him. Reminding him of the first time he met Regulus. "She is cute." Sirius seid, as the Potter heir's smiles seemed to grow impossibly more. "Thow not as cute as my Regy." He smiles mischievously back.

"Hay!" The Potter heir squaked in a offense. "Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Honestly they both looked like ugly potatoes to me."

Sirius and heir Potter stopped thare bickering to start at the one who made the coment. Wich just so happened to be the heir Pettigrew. They then looked at echother, and came to the same conclusion. They will make him pay for that comment and get him to see how amazing their baby siblings are.

By the end of the part they become like family, though James (as Sirius later lerned was heir Potter's name) and Sirius never completely forgave Peter for what he said about their baby siblings. James to a large extent then Sirius.

Remus met James, Peter and Sirius on the train to hogwarts. They were nice. Peter was quite, a little skittish, but friendly. Sirius was a little uptight but had a rebellious vibe to him that drew him in. And James was... interesting. He was smart and honestly a little full of himself, but he got along great with everyone else just fine. The biggest thing was that all they seemed to talk about or at least the 2 main topics were pranks (wich was fun) and Sirius and James's little siblings. (Aka the only family Sirius would willing talk about, in eny positive way.) Wich was kinda sweet. He was happy he wasn't the only, only child though it would be so aquerd if Peter wasn't there. By the end of the train ride and the sorting, you would of thought all 4 of them have know echother since birth.

Even with how close they all 4 of them (or the Marauders as they called themselves) got, it still took a farly long time for them to hang out dering the holiday breaks. But even with how long it took. All Remus need to to is take only look at little Salvia Estelle Potter in person to love her just as much as James and Sirius did. Remus may never get a younger sibling or have children mostly due to his affliction, but he absolutely adored children and Sals(as James called her) was no wearing near an exception to that. 

One day everything just felt off for all the Marauders as they ate brecfast. James was nervous, he was supposed to get a letter from his parents today about Sals visit to the child's magic development section at St. Mungo's. They were starting to get cunserned because Salvia hadn't shown eny sign of magical aptitude even though she has reached her 7th birthday day.(they agreed Wiccan child should atlest start to show sign of magic by.) 

Finally the main owls came flying in, and dropped a leter in front of James. He fead the bird some of his sausage as he opened the letter. He read through it once then twice, as he went a little pale. "You ok Jamie?" Sirius asked cautiously. 

"Is your sister ok?" Remus asked.

"Is she sick?" Peter questioned.

James passed the letter are to his friends, and gave them a strained smile. "She's fine. She is going to be amazing no matter what she decides to do. I just wish that I could techer her magic."

Squib.

Salvia Estelle Potter wasn't able to do magic at all.

Even with this new information all of them loved her deeply. And only wanted to pertect her more, especially with that dark lord stuff ganing more traction. The only problem was that the next time James came back from visiting his parents he had to brake the news to his friends that his little sister... his little baby Sals...

Was dead.

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Growing up Sally Jackson always felt that something was off, she could see strange things that no one else saw or acknowledged, and she couldn't remember what her life was like before she lived with her uncle  Richard (Rich) Jackson. The doctors told her and uncle Rich that it was a trauma rispons, her brain trying to pertect itself. For a long time she couldn't even recognize her own name. "Sally Johanna Jackson!"  Rich would yell when he was call into the school about one of her 'episodes' of freaking out about the scary 'imaginary monsters' she saw.  No mader what she no one believed her about the humanoid females with twin serpent trunks instead of legs, multi-headed serpents, craters with the body of a lion, the tail of a scorpion, and the head of a man, lion headed, goat bodied., and dragon tailed beasts. Or the people that fought them, the kids, sometimes no old then her she would see get injured or killed. Even the more palatable 'stories' about women who lived in the trees, plants, rocks, and bodies or water were just her 'little kid brain trying to cope with the tragedy that was her parent's death. 

After yet a nuther incident, with her Uncle screaming at her to "Grow up, Sally!" And "Sally you can't live in your delusional horror fantasy, Bullshit world forever! So just be normal like everyone else!" She decided that she would be an author. If no one believed her anyway, mabe for most people her books could be the excap from reality they needed. And for those lives her, those who could see so much more then everyone else? Those kind who fought, got hurt, or died to keep those who committed see the monsters at bay? They would know they are not alone. That there are more like them out thare.

So she worked hard.

Made sure to get good grades.

Stopped talking about the strang, 'unnatural', and 'non normal' things she saw. 

Got part time jobs as soon as it became an option, so she could save up for a good college with good writing program.

Stayed out of trubel.

And worked on her writing portfolio at evry chance she got. Her favorite character for her stories was a boy named Jaymes, Jaymes Jack Potters, his friends; Remy Howlett, Kole Canis, and Pete Peterson, and Jaymes' little sister Sals. They all go to a magical school to lern how to defend themselves and others from the monsters Sally herself sees evry day.

Honestly she thought the story was getting pretty good. And life was going farly well....

That was until her final year of high-school, when Uncle Richard passed out at his construction job. It was just him and Sally so she new she would have to dip into her savings to help pay for his treatment, but she didn't think it would to too bad. "I'll just take a gape year and work to replenish my savings so I can still go to college." She told herself. Then the next bit of bad news struck. 

Richard (Rich) Jackson, had cancer. They found it while they were treating his injuries from his fall at the construction site. 

To pay for her uncle's treatments she dropped out of her senior year of high-school, and took basically every job she could. She  HAD TO SAVE HIM, he was the only family she had left. With out him, she would be alone. No matter how rude, loud, or angry he got, he was still the only family she has. The only family she knows. And she can't loss him 

She can't.

She can't.

She Can't!

She couldn't!

She won't!

Not again!

Never again!

SHE WON'T ALLOW IT!!!

And then it happened...

She got their call right as her next pay check was to go through. Right as she was about to send it all to the hospital. 

At 13:31, Richard (Rich) Jackson, the only family of Sally Johanna Jackson, died alone in the hospital.

Sally had no money, no friends, no diploma, and now no family. 

She worked to hard to be approached by her coworkers. And she didn't know what to do. So Sally did what she always did when she needed information for her book she researched. She found her best option so she wouldn't go into more det. She found that her best option was to donate her uncle's body to science. 

Sally ether took off or quit most of her jobs. She needed time.

She rented a little cabin on a beach called Montauk. The sea always made her feel better.

The sea and clouds.

Even when her name didn't feel right.

Even when Uncle Richard didn't feel like real family.

Even when her word seemed so wrong and hopeless.

The sea and sky felt like family.

One one of the days she was just wandering around the beach trying to work through her grief. Figured out how it is fare of the world to let someone know of such a life-threatening thing like cancer only a little about 2 years before it would take them.

When she saw him for the first time.

A man, unlike enything she had seen before. He almost looked like the woman she saw living in the waves, but not quite. The woman of the waves, tented to have green, blue or brown skin, like the parts of the body of water they inhabited. This man had a more... 'human' for a lack of a better term, skin color. He looked naturally tan, only made deber by obviously spending a lot of time in the sun, on beaches, and boots. The woman in the waves had hair resembling the kinds of plant life that lives in thare waters, some have beautiful straight or wavy, long, deep green hair, like seagrass, kelp, and/or seaweed. Some have absolutely gorgeous tight purple, red, green, pink, yellow, brown, and/or bule curls, that looked like coral straight from the reef. This man's hair was as navy and untamed as the sea itself, and as black as the night sky, or the deep parts of the oceans.

All in all the man looked almost human, almost.

Thare were clues. Many in fact that she could see, that he wasn't. 

Yes, he looked human, but in that a little to pertect way that makes you question if they are real. His being also seemed to shift evry once and a while, sumtimes a stern older man in a navy uniform; Seemingly scanning the seas for a threat, sumtimes a young man in a lifeguard outfit; joking around with the other beachgoers, sumtimes a man not quite as old as the navy man, not as young as the lifeguard, a man that is trying to hide his wealth to varying success. All these forms and more she could see, thare was even one ware he had claws, sharp teeth, fins, scales, and webbing. His eyes never truly changed though, yes the the hue, and emotion. of them changed, but they were always a perfect sea green. Even his more monsters form still attracted her, he was the sea, always changing, never stagnant, strong, and to her always beautiful.

She took to watch him from a distance. The man who encapsulated the vary essence of the seas. And slowly, she started to write again. Instead of the normal format of a magical school, with a mischievous group of boys, with a little sister they will always pertect and that always tags along on their adventures. She faces on that little girl all grown up, her brother and his frends long gone, on some adventure, or fallen to some beast. And the man that unknowingly helped her through her loss. A man of the sea.

On day she noticed that the man didn't change as much. His being still ripened with power, but his visedg didn't change as much. He now more often then not was a tall man, in about his early 30s maby late 20s, his black hair untouched by grays, his sea green eyes bright with merth, and a neatly trimmed bered as black as the rest of his hair but maby with a hint of green or blue. He wore a blue hawaiian shirt, and khaki pants, well he did look a little ridiculous, it complimented his tan skin nicely. 

On day she looked up from her writing to se the man right in front of her looking down at her, as she looked up from her spot on her beach towel. She squeezed out a sound of surprise and embarrassment. This is the man she had been staring at for weeks now. She got a job on this beach just st see him more. And here he was right infront of her. Close up he was definitely tall, he gave off a feeling of power, like a large wave baring down on you, but he also seemed gentle, like the areas you can often find children playing. "I noticed you've been watching me." He sead it teasingly, but not unkindly. "Would you like to join me on the docks?"

Sally could not stop her blush, he heled her notebook to her chest. "I think i might enjoy that. My name is Sally by the way."

He held out his hand to help her up. "My name is-" 

"Poseidon." She blerted out as thare hands touched, like it was a name she had always known, and one she was always looking for the owner of. "Sorry! You just look like a Poseidon to me. Sorry."

He blinked at her, then grinned widely. "Don't worry about it Sally, it is my name after all."

And when he sead her name it finally felt like it might fit. But it didn't quiet fit perfectly until almost 10 months later when her little Perseus was born. When she could say at least in her head that he was the son of Sally Jackson and the god of the sae Poseidon.