Hermione Granger… Not Your Average Witch

Hermione Granger – so, me – am not your average witch. Up until last week, I thought I was just a muggleborn witch. But I learned otherwise in the library one afternoon. It was raining, and I was in the library, doing homework that Professor Snape had assigned the previous day. I was reading a book about Amortentia, the potion that tells you what you are attracted to.

Anyway, I was nicely reading about its properties, when a creepy creature came at me. I screamed, and the net thing I know, the books in front of me are soaking wet. When I cast a drying spell, I had to do it about three times before it actually worked.

I asked Dumbledore about this. All he said was, "Miss Granger, you must try your best to keep calm. If you feel your heart rate increasing, you must count to ten and take calming breaths."

That didn't work out well. Five minutes later, Ron asked me if he could copy my work because he was too lazy to do it himself. I told him no, but he kept on asking me if he could. I was so mad at him, that I forgot what Dumbledore had – not five minutes ago – told me. I saw stars, and then Ron spitting out water. "How the bloody hell did you do that? You sure didn't use your wand, that's for sure."

"Sorry Ron, but it's called wandless magic. I've been practicing." I said a quick excuse. I finally figured out that I was a goddess– a daughter of Poseidon and Hecate, to be exact. I was shocked – to say the least. I went back to the library, and grabbed as many books as possible about gods and their children. I learned that I had a half – brother named Percy, who had a girlfriend named Annabeth, daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. I was also one of the most powerful children to be born. I was a goddess at a mortal school.