I stood on the platform number nine and three quarters, looking around for my father and step-mother, no, she's not like those step-mothers from the bed-time stories your parents told you, she's the only mother I ever knew and I love her, and I know she loves me as if I was her own. I found them standing close to the gate to the muggle world. I guess they were afraid, I know I would be if I was a muggle standing all alone in a place fool of wizards and witches. I missed them, we wrote letters but it's not the same as talking face to face.
"Mom! Dad!" I called, running towards them; they smiled brightly at the sight of me and opened their arms for a hug. I got to them and they hugged me, kissed me, asking how my year was, how the train ride was, how I was… I really don't understand why everyone is so superstitious about step-parents and adoptive and foster families, they can be just as loving as biological parents can be if not more. For example there's me, I never met my mother, she gave up on me at birth. So for all I know she doesn't love me at all.
"Let's go, kiddo," my dad said, we went through the gate and left the muggle Kings Cross train station. I followed my parents to the car, a navy blue Ford, my dad took my trunk and put it in the car trunk, we all got inside and dad drove out of the parking lot. While we drove I could feel my parents tense, I just couldn't guess why, They shouldn't have any reason to do so, everything was just fine, I was healthy and home, despite the war that is going on in the wizarding world, my dad is one of the top dentist in England, if not the whole world, my step-mom was a pretty good dentist herself, they made quite a lot of money, I was never lacking anything, well, maybe friends, but you don't buy friends with money. I decided to find out what was wrong.
"Daddy," I almost never called him daddy now, just when I wanted something or when I was sad or depressed or sick, they most have noticed this fact because I saw them tense even more;
"What is it, love?" he asked me softly.
"What's wrong?" I asked him,
"Nothing,"
"Tell me the truth!" I demanded.
"Honey," started my mom,
"No! Don't honey me; I want to know the truth! Can't you tell me the truth?" I said, feeling frustrated;
"Hermione, do you remember this summer camp your father and I were talking about few summers ago?" asked my mother.
"What does it has to do with what's wrong?" I asked, confused.
"Well, this summer camp, you must join it, at least for this summer, we talked to few people and they said the camp is quite amazing, you will have lots of fun, we don't want to let you go but we have to…" my dad said.
"Why? It's just a summer camp, I can live without it." I said.
"This camp is being run over by your family from your mother's side…" explained mom, I didn't get it, mom had only two siblings, an older brother and a younger sister, and each of them were working in the area of Medical careers. Just like mom.
"But mom, no one in the family is running a summer camp…" and that's when I got it, she hadn't meant her family, she meant that my biological mother's family.
"You can tell them to fuck off!" I said angrily.
"Hermione Jane Granger! I do not, and I repeat, DO NOT want to hear you speak such a language, I know I raised you better than to sink to that level!" My mother said, well I'm angry, really angry, why should I control my temper when it comes to my biological mother? I never met her and I probably never will, why bother?
"I am sorry, it was a wrong thing to say, I just can't understand why they are contacting us now, they never did before, I never met any of them and never heard anything about them. They remember I exist only just before I become an adult!" I said,
"You did hear of them, just not in the way you expected, we will continue this talk after you put your trunk in your room and freshen up, but don't unpack, you will understand why after we talk." Said my dad and just then I noticed we were in the garage of our house. I did as my parents told me too, and sat with them in the living room and mom served us lemonade.
"Well, you see, your mother is a very special woman, and she had you without my knowledge, I couldn't even imagine you were on your way because, to put it bluntly, I never had sex with your mother –" I interposed him here,
"Then I am not your daughter, why did you take me in…?" I didn't understand, my life was crumbling in front of my eyes.
"You are; this is the point. I know you might find it very strange but I have a question for you, it's about the Greek Mythology, in the stories, all of them; what did the gods do each and each time they left the Olympus and stepped down to Earth?" Greek Mythology? Was my dad trying to distract me from my mother? I answered him anyway.
"They would fall in love with humans and hook up with them, and then they would have all those Demigods and all that…" my dad smiled and a dreamy look in his eyes,
"Your mother is a very interesting, smart; she knows a lot, she's the mother of all the know-it-alls. You would really like her once you meet her, if you meet her. Now, can you answer me on another question?" he asked, I couldn't see his reason.
"Mother of all know-it-alls? Has to do with the Greek Mythology? Dad, it sounds like…"
"Can you?" he repeated his question, I nodded once.
"Who were the three virgin goddesses of the Greek Mythology stories?" I know the answer, but what does it have to do with my mother? God! My father can be so frustrating.
"Artemis… an easy one… Hestia, I think… and,"
"And…" My father echoed me. Then I remembered, how could I forget her, I would have worshiped her if I lived in times when they worshiped the Olympian gods,
"Athena" I said, sure of my answer, and then it all started falling into place,
"Athena? You are joking, right?" I think my father needs to be checked over, maybe he's insane? Who knows these days…?
"No love, I don't think it's something to be joking about, Athena has a temper, and I might get hurt." My father is insane.
"Mom? Are you in on this prank with dad?" I asked my step-mother, she's usually the voice of reason in this house.
"It's not a prank Honey, we are serious. You are Athena's daughter." I couldn't believe the things they were saying.
"I am no Demigod!" I protested.
"You are." He said.
"If I am, if I really am the daughter of Athena, then she would need to give me a sign for me to believe it." I said, Athena probably has to be the goddess of eavesdropping because just as I said this a beautiful white and grey owl flew in through the open window and as it made its way towards me it stated to change, few seconds later in my parents living room stood a beautiful, very, very tall, stormy grey-blue eyed and dark chocolate colored hair, fair skinned woman. She wore an annoyed look, just by looking into her eyes I knew, even though she looked nothing like me, she was my mother. Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war strategies.