It was a cold and dark night when Hermione found herself, in a dark forest in the middle of nowhere.

And I promise it is not what you think.

I, reader, am Athena, the goddess of wisdom and I will be telling the story of my favorite daughter, Hermione. You may be wondering, dear reader, how a witch is my daughter. Simple. She is the daughter of myself and Hecate, the goddess of magic. Hermione was born from my brain on September 2nd, 1979. 16 days later, Zeus found out and Zeus is not a good god. Hecate and I had to put an enchantment on her so she would age like a human, and then we had to send her to your world, mortal. With a few surprises along the way of course. What follows is the story from my daughter's perspective, with a few ~surprises~ along the way, of course.

I was walking down the street when I heard them. The jeers. The taunts. Calling me a bitch, a witch, and anything their small minds could rhyme with witch.

I wasn't amused.

It was not my fault that wind storms sprouted around me, that people who made fun of me found themselves with a broken limb. Or that most of the bullies in the school went home with a severe reaction from poison oak that wasn't there before. But the children around me thought that it was. And so, when I was walking down my small street facing taunts, I didn't cry. I barely reacted, except for flipping them off and laughing like a maniac that is. I truly was lucky that my parents loved and accepted me, for all that I was.

I finally entered our cozy home, to see my parents sitting, open mouthed on one of the couches across from an old woman, who quite frankly did not look surprised. Deciding it was best to be direct, I quickly called out to the woman."Ma'am? Why are my parents stupefied right now?"

She looked shocked at my word use, but started to reply.

"Ms. Granger, is it? I an the Deputy Headmistress for a school for special children?"

"Ma'am, with all due respect I do not need reform school"

The woman looked shocked that I would suggest such a thing, and quickly rushed out another sentence.

"Ms. Granger, I am shocked you would say such a thing! You do not need, what you said, reform school, you are a witch!" she said.

"Well, that makes sense." I replied, and to my shock she passed out. After realizing I was the only conscious person in my house, I decided to put on some tea and wait for them to wake up, the deciding why the fuck not, I tried to use this 'magic'. I remembered the feeling I had when Veronica suddenly got bitten by a snake. That… swirling? The feeling of my magic. Yes. I focused on that inside of me, the closed my eyes and willed the tea to make itself.

And then I opened my eyes, and a lot of things happened at once.

My parents and the old lady suddenly woke up, and the water in the kettle began to boil, then poured itself into a pitcher with tea bags and sugar, and then the mixture began to stir.

Like magic.

THe old woman then stared in shock at the picture of me, a tiny 11 year old, making sweet tea with 'magic'. My parents simply shrugged and helped themselves to a glass, I guess they needed it.

"Hey mom, hey dad. WHo is the woman in our living room?"

" Well, she says she is Minerva McGonagall, but to be honest I don't really remember anything after that except for the magic." said my mother, after finishing her sweet tea.

"Well honey, I remember a bit after that. She said you were accepted to some academy for wizards and witches?" said my father. At this point, Ms. McGonagall decided to speak up.

"Yes Mr. and Mrs. Granger, that is right. Hermione actually qualifies for a full scholarship, so she would go to our… academy for free. It's called the Strong Ones scholarship, and is a scholarship for all of those who are exceptionally gifted with our art. Most children your daughter's age can barely control their magic, and the full control your daughter just exhibited is more common in mature wizards, regardless of whether or not that was the first time. I will leave all of you with these papers, simply sign them if you wish to accept her admission into Hogwarts. And Hermione, good job."

And then she just poofed, and she was gone.

"Well, that isn't something that happens everyday, is it?" I said, and my parents simply laughed.

" Hermione, why don't you go read upstairs while we do this paperwork, then we can have some dinner and talk about what this means, and whether you can continue your non-magical education as well", my mother told me. I immediately obeyed, knowing my parents needed a moment. The minute I got to my room, I heard a sound, probably my father cursing like a sailor and my mother laughing at him. I disregarded the sound and instead opened my photo album, feeling nostalgic for my old life.

I used to live in New Orleans, the voodoo capital of the world. My parents met in high school, and fell in love. My mother was your typical smart ass, my father a nerd. They got married when they were in college, well they eloped with only my godmother at their ceremony. They moved to a beautiful house in Gulfport, which I actually this sort of remember by the way, but after Hurricane Elena in 1985,they immigrated to Britain with me, then opened a Cajun restaurant, which is still successful to this day. And even with a business to control, they still make time for me, and I love them for that. They always close the restaurant on my birthday, we always have Christmas dinner and decorate a tree, together as a family.

"Hermione, could you come downstairs? I made shrimp etouffee for dinner, your favorite."

"Thank you mom! I'll be right down, I just need to put on a sweater". I said to my mother.

"Okay Hermione, and always remember, we love you no matter what"

"I know mom, I love you too". I smiled at her, and she closed the door before heading downstairs.

I decided to put of my favorite halloween sweater, which was mostly black but with a few stars and an outline of a witch flying against the moon, then headed downstairs.

"Hey Hermione!" my father said between mouthfuls of etouffee. My mom just smiled at him. It was adorable how in love they were, sometimes. I sat down at the table and started to eat my etouffee when my mom started talking.

"Now, Hermione. I know this has been a rough day for you, and definitely an odd one. We did register you for Hogwarts, which is a stupid name by the way, but we do have some expectations"

"Of course mom, what are they?" I asked, curious. My parents usually let me do my own thing, and I always try to make them proud. I don't really fuck around thaaaattt much……

"Well, firstly, this isn't about grades, it's about you as a person Hermione" My dad answered.

" It is amazing that you have this gift, Hermione, and we will always accept you; as long as you don't let it control you. We know how you are, how when you get interested in something nothing else matters, and that can be good. Just, please don't lose yourself in your work, have some fun" my dad said, before my mom immediately continued.

"And also, Hermione, you're going to get bullied. I wish I didn't have to give you this talk for the second time, but with you being biracial and not of magical birth, kids will be assholes. Kids are always assholes. We expect you not to immediately make enemies when you go to this school, as you will be with them for seven years, so please at least make some allies"

"Of course guys, I will. And thank you so much for caring"

"It is what we do" my mom said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Lastly, Hermione, we expect you to continue your non magical schooling. I know this might be tough but i checked, you do have study hall and I know how easy this is for you, We can send you your assignments for the week, and you can send them back when they're done. Please understand we're doing this because we want you to have opportunities in both worlds, so if you decide to go to a non magical university you can." my dad said, looking strangely serious.

"Do they not teach those? At all? Does math not exist there or something?" I replied, seriously questioning these witches.

"Apparently yes. Also, don't get too excited, you start school next year." my mother told me, before my father suddenly started laughing."

"Have you even met our daughter Alex?" my father managed to get out through giggles. My mother laughed at him, but I interrupted them before they could get all lovey-dovey.

"Can we still get some magical school supplies before then, please?" I asked.

"Of course Hermione, we can go this weekend, don't worry we're as curious as you are"

"Thank you mom!"

"Now go to bed Hermione, it's getting late"

"Yes ma'am" I replied.

That night I fell asleep, dreaming of a whole new, magical, world.

It's me, Athena. Hello dear readers. Now you may be wondering why a goddess is going to a school for wizards. Well, when Hecate and I enchanted her, we also blessed her with the gift of magic, which when intertwined with her godly powers would make her nearly unstoppable. And training at Hogwarts would also give her an ability to explore her powers in a mostly safe space. But for now, I must go to the story of another, one that will intertwine with our Hermione's story in many, many ways.

"Lucius, they released the people for the Strong Ones scholarship, and you will not believe this."

"What do you mean, dear? It's mostly the purebloods from Ancient and Noble houses, anyway. What, are they from an extinct house?"

"No, they're a muggleborn"

"What the fuck? Muggleborns rarely qualify… they must truly be strong. Did our Draco qualify?"

"Yes, he did. Aren't you proud?"

"Definitely. Narcissa, do you want to go to Diagon this weekend to get Draco a special gift?"

"That seems like a good plan, Lucius. And I would love to"

And that is where chapter 1 ends. I hope you like it! Please review, I'm a new writer.