A/N: I hope y'all enjoy this new story. I had help from Masterofwinds. Go check out his or her story, it's good. I do own nothing in terms of the Characters, places, etc. I only own the plot. My disclaimers will be better with each chapter. I promise to add some humor there.

Prologue: Birth and Anger Issues

3rd person POV

Sally Jackson had already had a child, a little boy named Percy with Poseidon about a year earlier. Now, she was in the hospital again, about to give birth to another child, a little girl this time. She too was half human, half Greek God, and, again, Poseidon was the proud father.

Mr. And Mrs. Granger were on vacation from London in New York City. Mrs. Granger was expecting her child to be born any day now. They were visiting Manhattan when it happened. Mrs. Granger was rushed to the same hospital that Mrs. Jackson was at.

Mrs. Jackson had been given a strong drug that made her weak and unsure of what was happening around her. They told her it would help with the pain. When her little girl was born, she wasn't even aware of the cry, or even the fact that her baby had been whisked away and that she wouldn't ever really see her.

One of the three elderly nurses came in and said, "I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson. You're little girl didn't make it. We did everything we could to save her, but she was too weak and small." Then she was gone again.

Mrs. Jackson couldn't believe it. Her baby had died? She thought she had followed all the instructions her doctor had given her: eat healthy, minimal exercise, don't lift heavy objects, etc. She continued going over the list of instructions again and again in her head to see if she had forgotten to or not to do something, but she couldn't think of anything. It could have been a fluke, but she wasn't sure. She was still confused about the whole situation.

The Granger's baby, in reality, was the one that didn't survive. But the Granger's knew nothing of this, so when the nurse walked in holding Mrs. Jackson's baby girl, they were excited to see a small, but seemingly healthy little girl.

"We've been talking about what to name her", Mr. Granger said as he stood beside his wife. "And we've decided on Hermione Jane Granger", Mrs. Granger finished for her husband.

"It's an excellent name", the elderly nurses said simultaneously. "You're already to go, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I'll send your paperwork up here and then once everything is signed, you may leave. Just take it easy for a couple weeks, Mrs. Granger." Then she was gone.

No one knew that the nurses had actually been The Fates from Greek Mythology, or that the Greek myths were actually real, except Mrs. Jackson knew the myths were real because she had given birth to two children with Poseidon as the father. No one knew that they intentionally switched Mrs. Jackson's little girl, now known as Hermione Granger, with the Granger's little girl who hadn't made it. The Fates had a plan for Percy and Hermione to grow up separately to fulfill a couple of prophecies and because they'd be too powerful and an unstoppable force.

Poseidon's POV

He was angry. Being a God, he knew what had just happened to his child, his little girl. He was watching as a bystander just inside the hospital, but the ancient laws of the Gods prevented him from intervening, even though he wanted to because that would be the right thing to do. But this was his daughter's fate. You can't mess with the Fates, even if you're one of the Big Three Gods on Olympus for crying out loud. Besides, there was a prophecy about his two children, and for the prophecy to work itself out, they have to be separated. But he was still very, very angry.

Oh how muc h he wanted to go up to Olympus and start a meeting to change the laws giving the Gods more freedoms to help raise their children. However, he knew that if he did that, his younger brother, the King of the Gods, would lose his temper and hand down a strict punishment to Poseidon for breaking the pact they had made with Hades. Little did Poseidon know that Zeus had also broken the pack even before he did, with a little girl named Thalia.

Poseidon did little to hide his anger though, and that's why the Tropical Atlantic had generally been so busy as of late. After all, he was the God of the seas and storm bringer. He just sent the Atlantic into overdrive. Almost immediately, Hurricane Isabel formed, peaking as a Category five and making landfall in North Carolina. Isabel was followed closely by Juan, which hit Nova Scotia. The next year, Category four Hurricane Charley, Category two Frances, Category three Ivan, and Category three Jeanne all hit Florida. 2005 was a hyperactive year, which included Dennis, Katrina, Rita, Stan, Vince (which hit parts of Europe just before dissipating, since the Granger's had taken his daughter there), and Wilma. 2008 brought Tropical Storm Fay and Hurricane Ike. 2011 brought Irene to the Northeast and then Sandy to the same region in 2012. Matthew hit the east coast of Florida in 2016, and of course, Hurricanes Harvey, Irma, and Maria in2017.

It was his way of showing that he hadn't forgotten, even though by the time Maria hit, his little girl was already 14 years old and a teenager.

He just couldn't wait for his children to meet each other, because siblings should grow up playing and learning together. They shouldn't be separated like that.