A/N: This is one too many stories that I have, but this is written just for fun because I couldn't stop myself. Anyway the idea came from all these fics I've read about Hermione being a half-blood too. I'm obsessed with those types of crossover fics and I just had to write one myself. This isn't some type of plagiarism though is it?
I messed up the timeline quite alot. I'd say this story takes place around shortly after the deathly Hallows but it's in the year that the Lost Hero takes place during. So, the time is about 2011/2010 something like that and this takes place after Voldemort is defeated and after the Titan war is finished. However for the sake of this story, the war against Gaea and most events during HoO will not take place.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hermione, Harry, Ron, Annabeth, Percy etc. This story is also based off many fics about Hermione being a witch and halfblood but mainly based off Daughter of the Moon by GryffindorGirl1415 so check that out if you ever get the chance.
Chapter One: Home is where the heart is.
Hermione
I walked through the destroyed Hogwarts knowing that would be the last time I'd see it. My cheeks started feeling wet and it took me a few seconds to figure out I was crying. So much for the brightest witch of this age.
I sat down in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady and tried not to sob too loudly.
"Oh dear, are you okay?" The Fat Lady asked me.
I couldn't hide it anymore; I had to tell someone, anyone, even a portrait. "I'm not coming back." I whispered. "I'm leaving."
"Well of course you are," The Fat Lady said. "I wouldn't expect you too, not when you were offered the Auror job and everything you went through. But you will be missed."
I shook my head furiously. "No, it's not like that. I'm leaving forever. Right now."
"Y-your what?" The fat Lady stumbled over words.
"Tell Harry I said bye and that I'll be okay and Ron- tell him I don't want him to look for me and that, I love him," I gave the Fat Lady a watery smiled, "Please. If you can.
The fat Lady nodded and I left, forever.
A few years back when I first left for Hogwarts I hadn't known what to expect but I sure hadn't expected to grow so close to the school, or to the people there. I had a goal- no, a mission. And this mission wasn't to make friends and fall in love. It wasn't even to help save the wizarding world but then it all happened and I couldn't just not save the world could I? Still, I had it all perfectly planned out; I was to go to Hogwarts because I was a witch but I would do more than just learn I'd gather information. At the age of eleven I was given a job more important than the quests others got when they were much older than me. I was given the job of being a spy but now my last year was over and they were expecting me back. I couldn't stay any longer.
I had saved the wizarding world once but now I was going to destroy it and whether I liked it or not I couldn't do anything about it.
I took in a deep breath as I descended through the empty Hogwarts. I knew most of the people, the Weasleys and Harry included, were outside or in the infirmary mourning over the injured and dead. The dead. Oh god, Fred was dead. Poor Mrs. Weasley. I wondered how she was taking it and then my thoughts quickly went to Tonks and Lupin. They were dead too.
I reached the door and looked back sadly. This was my home how could I betray it? I should have just turned back right there gone to Professor McGonagall and told her the whole story but I didn't because the other place was also my home and even thought I hadn't been there in years I couldn't betray them either.
I got to Hogsmeade and aparrated.
I got to my 'parents' old house quickly. I stepped inside knowing that no one was their because I had sent my 'parents' to Australia for their safety, that had been another flaw in the plan; I hadn't expected to ever be close to them and even though I only saw them during the summer I did grow to care for them.
I picked up the house phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in years yet still knew by heart. "Hello?" a tired voice said. I almost cried again, but this time it wouldn't have been because I was sad but because I was relieved.
"Annie?" I asked. My voice carried the familiar British accent I was so used to hear unlike hers which held and American accent. I wondered is she'd even know it was me. If she'd even think it was me, her best friend.
"Who is this?" Annie said but this time more weary than tired.
"Annabeth, It's me," I said shakily into the receiver. "Hermione."
There was a pause and then her surprised voice. "Oh my Zeus! Hermione! How - what - where are you? Should I get Chiron?"
"No," I said firmly. "I just called to say I'm coming back."
"When?" Annabeth said and I could see her smiling. In my head she looked exactly like the eleven year old girl, that used to be my best friend, with her blonde hair and sharp grey eyes.
"Now, in a few minutes. My cabin." I said, knowing I didn't make an sense at all. "Don't tell anyone. I just called to say I'm coming home now."
And that I was.