The Brave One

“The Deathly Hallows,” I asked stupidly.

Harry nodded with a smirk, as he brought out a stick and a tiny draw string bag. I would have loved to punch him right now but I had to resist the urge.

I know what you're all gonna say, that everything Harry does is suddenly annoying to me because of handsome Percy but hey, I know Harry is a wizard and all but Percy's a god. Demigod yes, but god all the same.

As Harry tried to hand the items to Percy Jackson, Percy shook his head.

“We need a fresher relic,” he told Harry, and Harry looked horror-struck. “You are old gist.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. I was happy with the embarrassed yet outraged look Harry had on his face, apparently no one had ever told him that. “If it's fresh then it's not a relic is it?”

“Do you have an idea how strong the titan's curse is,” he asked Harry. “and how hard it's going to be to break it.”

“Why am I here?” I suddenly asked, as the two boys talked as if I was invisible. If they were fighting over me I would have understood and remained silent, how cool would it be to have a god and a wizard fight over me, I mean if Bella could have a vampire and werewolf fight over her why couldn't I have better? “What part do I play in this?”

“Do you want my god father to torture you,” Harry asked me. “At this rate, and how annoying you're suddenly becoming, I don't think I'm going to steal the goblet of fire, even for you.”  I shook my head. “So shut up,” he said, and then turned to Percy. “What about the sorcerer's stone, it is as strong as any relic, and definitely it would be enough to break the Titan's Curse.”

“The sorcerer's stone was since 1997 Harry,” Percy told him. “I would have used the lightening but that's also 2005. We need something stronger to break this, we need a new kind of miracle or magic.”

 I always wondered what gods called their stuff. I mean  I always knew wizards performed magic but I never really knew what gods did. 

“Hello!,” said Harry, waving his wand in the air. It began to snow. He was such a show off. “I am a wizard.”

“What we need is an elder's stone?” Percy told Harry importantly. “We need African magic, we are going to Africa.”

“I'm not going into any forest,” Harry told Percy as he waved his wand one more time to stop the snow.

“Africa is not all foresty,” I told Harry shaking my head. I half expected him to correct my English, but he moped stupidly. How did I fall in love with someone so dense? “Which country?”

“Nigeria. You know the country very well don't you.”

I nodded, while Harry looked sullen. He felt bad, but his time had passed.

“And yes we'd have to use the forest,” Percy said. Harry did not seem to happy with this. “With your godfather on the lose Harry we have to stay as hidden as possible. We move at exactly HALF OF A YELLOW SUN.”

“Wait wait,” I started. “There are a lot of beasts and wild animals in the forest, who is going to protect us, my warrior grand mother Chimaamanda Adichie has refused to speak to me ever since I left Africa.”

Again Harry brandished his wand.

“You wand waving is no match for African voodoo,” Percy told him casually. “That is why I have enlisted the help of an old friend of mine.”

“Who?”

As if to answer my question, something zoomed past my face, I turned around and saw that it was an arrow, and it narrowly missed Harry as it hit the wall.

A girl walked in through the door. I could not believe it, even though I hated the way Harry looked at her, it was still exciting to see her.

Percy went and welcomed her. “Take a sit Katniss Everdeen.”

The Dyslexic and Handsome One

“What the hell is THE PROPHECY OF THE SISTERS-”

Michelle Zink slapped me before the words fell out of my mouth, and Harry Potter just stood there, looking like a fool, I wonder how he defeated Voldemort, if he ever did, after all Umbridge called him a liar.

Big surprise, I had agreed to follow Harry Potter to Newyork, who wouldn't? I did not want to miss the chance to see Percy Jackson. We had stayed at Deb Caletti's for a couple of days, and had set off for Percy's only to discover he wasn't around but had left a few notes with his aunt about what he was up to. Something about breaking a titan's curse, then listening to a prophecy by some sisters.

“At the SIXTEENTH SUMMER,” Michelle had said, right before slapping me. “A CIRCLE OF FIRE will appear and...”

It was after she slapped me that the door opened and Michelle Dalton walked in. It was strange with this two women, for Zink and Dalton looked very much alike, in short they were identical. Except for the bow placed clumsily on Dalton's head you could not tell the difference.

“THIS DARK ENDEAVOR,” she started ominously. “My husband just told me what you are up to, I will not approve it.”

“Who?” Zink scoffed. “Kenneth – Kenneth Opel. You must be joking. He is a total-”

“Have you told her the consequences if you fail?” she asked Harry, who just stood there. He was really starting to annoy me.

“Told me what?” I looked at Harry, wondering what was going on.

“That's enough Michelle,” Zink warned.

“No it's not, I have seen what happens,” Dalton snapped. “Kelly Keaton was stargazing again and-”

“Kelly what?” spat Zink. “Kelly Keaton, the witch?”

“And an excellent one at that,” Dalton retorted. “If they fail,” she pointed at me, but looked at Harry. “DARKNESS BECOMES HER.” she said this in a very dramatic way that seemed so forced and fake that I was sure she had played a fast and suspensful soundtrack in her head as she said it.

If I had any sense, this would have been the time to back out, but apparently, when you're in love with the idiot who lived, having sense seems illogical.

“Harry what is she talking about?” I asked him.

“I don't know,” he replied distractedly. Maybe if I cruciated his behind he would focus and answer my questions. “Harry James Potter, answer me!”

Before any words could fall out of his mouth, Percy Jackson burst in through the door, looking disheveled. But I did not care, he was just as handsome as I had imagined it, all I just needed was for a reason to break up with Harry Potter right now.

“I could not break it,” he started, breathing heavily. Michelle stepped away from him, from the looks of it, he was wreaking of something awful. Again I did not care, I would wash him if I had to.

“Break what?”

“THE TITAN'S CURSE,” Percy answered. “Rick Riordan stepped up his game and tightened the plot this time. It's a bit tricky but I think there might be a way around it. We're going to need someone who is versed in the art of CHRESTOMANCI, and we're going to need an ancient relic.”

Harry laughed that proud laugh that was very annoying whenever he felt he had gotten his way around something or had figured out something. “That's easy,” he said. “I have got THE DEATHLY HALLOWS!”

The Idiot One That Lived

I have never FALLEN in love with anybody and with so much PASSION, and Lauren Kate can testify to that. She is my aunt and though her and my mum Becca Fitzpatrick don't get along very well, I really don't care. At one point when I didn't see her for a week, Lauren Kate I mean, it became sort of a TORMENT for me. It pissed Becca off so much she gave me the SILENCE - I mean - silent treatment.

Perhaps that's why I fell so deeply for him. With his eye glasses and lightening both scar on his forehead, and THE SORCERER'S STONE that made him feel like he was on top of the world. He even had a nice house which had a room he called THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS where we did things that would make even Ginny's face redder than her horrible hair.

I think that's the main reason why I could never gain admission into Hogwarts (they said something about my transcripts from Norgards not being complete) because Jk Rowling always wanted Ginny to be with Harry but Harry was into Russian Africans more so he chose me. That's why JK was happy when things went down hill for me and Harry.

Three years into our relationship, JK Rowling revealed that Harry's godfather was the notorious PRISONER OF AZKABAN , and that he was going to try and torture me so that Harry could steal THE GOBLET OF FIRE whose fire was a form of ELIXIR. If only Hilary Duff, my selfish half sister had listened to me she would have never written that book.

"But," I started, a little confused. "If your godfather needs an elixir, why doesnt' he use The sorcerer's stone.. You are in POSSESSION of it aren't you, I heard you an Elana Johnson talking about it in Orson Scott Card's PATHFINDER."

"It's more complicated than you think Avgusta!" he replied sharply.

"How?" I demanded.

"I cannot explain it Avgusta," he said to me impatiently. "We can't STAY here, my aunt Deb Calletti has a house in Newyork, that's where we are going."

"Newyork?" I said, startled. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You're starting to piss me off Avgusta Vladimirovna," he said to me. He always pronounced my full name when he was angry. I could see a streak of light run across his lighening scar. "He'll explain everything to you when we get there."

"Who?"

With a lot of frustration, Harry pulled out a paper from his pocket and chucked it at me. 

I gasped with excitement when I opened it, and read the name on it. WE WERE GOING TO SEE PERCY JACKSON.

Avgusta Vladimirovna is a Teenage Werebitch who happens to meet fictional characters and books on her way to finding a cure

I am a werebitch, and if you don't know what that means, then you better go and read TWILIGHT or something because I am not going waste my time explaining.

Do you know what it's like to be a werebitch; if you do then you can relate but if you don’t, just shut up and keep reading.

I know I am all cranky, rude and stuff but put yourself in my shoes. If you had to WAKE up every morning and have Lisa Mcmann shave your legs and trim your whiskers, you'd be cranky too; especially when you know she'd rather be churning out bestsellers. I bet you won't even have the courage to write about it.

"HUSH HUSH Bella!" That's my mum, Becca Fitzpatrick, shit I did not realize I was thinking out loud. She is the only one supportive of me, I know that it's her job, being my mom and all but it still makes me feel really awesome about something.

All my friends have deserted me, I blame myself anyways for telling them about my condition but for Pitt's sake I needed to get it out. How was I supposed to know that a girl who turns into a werewolf at every NEWMOON would scare away a group of gods and goddesses, I mean even Stephanie Meyer wouldn't have seen that coming.

And to think that I helped the bitches pass THE GODDESS TEST Aimee Carter had meticulously set for them. For those who don't know, what the test is, it is a test set by THE LAST OLYMPIAN, yeah Rick Riordan has been working on getting the gods of WILDEFIRE to take the tests as well but contacting Karsten Knight has proved useless.

But talking about them won't change the fact that my MOONGLASS, which tells me when the next new moon is approaching, got stolen by the lightening thief. I promised Jesi Kirby that I was going to get it back as soon as possible but that is neither here nor there.

The aim of this post is to tell you how I became a werebitch and how I had my whole beautiful life pulled out from under me. Well it all started when I met HARRY POTTER.