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|♧The Girl Who Lived♧|

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THE GIRL WHO LIVED

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense."

"Why do these mortals even matter? I thought we were reading about Percy's soulmate?" A voice from the crowd calls out in question.
"Young one, that will be seen soon," Thanatos replies softly, surprisingly without anger at being interrupted.

"Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours."

At their descriptions, many people including Aphrodite and her children pull faces of disgust.

"The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be."

"That's dumb, hating people just because they aren't like you, and your own sibling at that, how distasteful," Will mutters. Beside him, Nico nods in agreement, having to suffer with other campers fearing and or disliking him all because he is a child of Hades.

"The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small daughter, too, but they had never even seen her. This girl was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that."

"And just what would be wrong with her?" Percy asks sarcastically with annoyance and anger in his tone. Sally looks to her son with an understanding smile, wondering how she got blessed with a son like percy.

"When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair."

"The most boring tie? Are you being serious?" a child of aphrodite muses with a dead tone. Many of the mothers in the room pull faces at the woman having to wrestle her son, screaming, into his highchair. Hera just looks upon the half-bloods in distaste, especially her husbands, living proof of his infidelity, wondering if any of these had acted in similar ways.

"None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window."

At the mention of her prized animals, Athena's lips contorted into a small grin.

"At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house."

"Is this mortal being serious? That behaviour is appalling!" Hera admonished, many others in the room had agreed with her views.

"He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.