WARNING: Fem!Ron, Male!Hermione, Twin!Potters, Twin!Grangers

Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or J.K. Rowling no matter how bad I want to be! :)

+ Prologue +

A little seven year old girl sat staring out the window longingly watching children play in the sunlight. A child her age would have been playing outside with her friends, but no this child was unusual. Whenever someone would see the small girl come out from her house, you could see the large bruises and cuts on her body. Her name was Adara Belle Black.

This poor child was in the grasps of an abusive aunt. From the aunt-niece relationships she had seen, no aunt looked like they ever laid a hand on their niece or nephew. Adara felt as if the woman she was supposed to call her aunt was not her aunt at all. Her aunt had shown no love for young Adara. All Adara had heard her aunt call her was a waste of space, a mistake, or other words along those lines. When Adara had asked about her father, – usually when her aunt was in a good mood – all her aunt had told her was that he had left her mother and her a few weeks after her birth or how her father was a crazy drunk. Her mother had passed away in a car crash that left behind a mysterious lighting shaped scar on Adara's collar bone. Adara sometimes thought that her father had disappointed when he had seen her, and that was one of the reasons he had left her mother.

Every day, Adara went through the same routine. Adara would wake up at six o'clock, and make breakfast for her aunt. Adara would get hit if she didn't make what her aunt wanted – her aunt was a very picky woman. She'd be ordered to clean the house. If there was one speck of dirt on the ground, Adara get beat to the point where she would get a broken bone or where she could barely move a muscle. Somehow her aunt would find a flaw in the clean kitchen, and she would get beat. After the beating, her aunt would leave for a few hours leaving poor Adara to rest, and heal. Sometimes random men would come following her aunt into their house. Her aunt would take the man into her room, and lock the door to make sure no one would enter. Weird sounds would come from the room – some that made Adara shudder thinking about them. Both of them would come out a few hours later. Each of them would have their clothes messed up, and the man would have lipstick marks all over his neck and face. Her aunt would come out with some shredded clothing, and a robe would be wrapped around her body. Adara couldn't help but feel disgusted looking at her aunt.

At afternoon time, Adara's aunt got a call from someone and Adara was very pleased hearing about who it was. Adara was extremely happy when she had learned that she would go to lunch with her aunt to meet her grandma and grandpa. Adara's grandparents wanted her aunt and her to come for a small family reunion. Her aunt was forced to take Adara seeing that her parents wanted Adara to accompany her. This was one of the only times Adara wore any good clothing and actually took a long warm, soothing bath. Adara finally got to see herself in the mirror for a long time. She actually looked clean and appeared beautiful; a foreign word that was never used to describe herself. In the mirror, there was a girl the age of seven, and she was sure a beauty. Auburn locks of hair that fell into large curls which framed her face. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of silver grey with a certain flame to them that would turn to different shades of colors when she used her powers; fiery red, aquamarine blue like waves, airy white, and earthy green. The girl had porcelain skin which made her hair, and eyes stand out with a rosy color on her cheeks. Two adorable dimples appeared as she smiled into the mirror. Adara had smiled realizing that this girl was her. She actually looked beautiful. Tears of joy threatened to come out of her eyes and she grinned at her reflection. Adara felt good feeling the soft material of the long white button-up shirt she was wearing. Black shorts were on her legs along with some makeup to hide her cuts and bruises that her aunt forced upon her since she wanted no one to find out that little Adara was abused. A black vest was on top of her white shirt, and a big grey beanie was on her head. She wore comfy black boots – they were nicer than any shoes she had worn before.

Adara adored her aunt's parents. She thought that they were sweetest people she had ever met. When she went to the family reunion, they talked to Adara asking how she was, and they brought some presents along – a bunch of books that Adara planned on reading, and some good clothing that she was surely going to hide when she got home. In the lunch outing, Adara found out that her aunt was planning on adopting two twin children. Adara was sad of the fact that two innocent children were being brought into her terrible lifestyle, but happy of the fact that she was going to have siblings. Adara was soon taken back home. Her aunt was steaming by the time they got into the house, and Adara knew she was going to get beat. She was beaten to the point where she had blood all over her clothes. She limped to her room after her aunt left the house. Adara opened cabinets of her room to find something to fix her cuts, and bruises before they would become worse.

All of a sudden, a burst of a bright light appeared into her room which left a woman. The woman had bright ginger hair with eyes – a shade of lavenders with specks the color of aquamarine waves, fiery red, airy white and earthy green. Adara's eyes widened with fear of the woman.

"Hello, young one. Do not fright. I'm your mother," the woman whispered with a gentle smile. Somehow, Adara didn't need convincing – she just knew that the woman in front of her was her mother.

"M-Mum?" Adara soft voice shakily whispered with tears threatening to come out of her eyes.

"I would never have thought that Katherine would do this to such a young girl. Are you okay, young one?" she questioned softly with worry showing in his eyes as she spoke the name of Adara's aunt in distaste.

"You're my m-mother . . . If you mind me not asking, where did you go? Was I a disgrace in your eyes that you needed to leave me in the clutches of Katherine?" Adara softly asked in a broken voice looking up at her mother with watery eyes.

"Don't call yourself a disgrace again, my sweet. You're the most precious thing on the world to me. Adara, you were adopted by the woman you call your aunt. The stories she's had told you about me being a disgrace to the family, and your father being a crazy drunk is not true. After I left, your father had passed away, and gave you away to his brother who loved, but had to push away since his parents had told him to. Your father was a loving man, but he wanted to make his parents proud. He had got in so deep, but I pulled him out. Your father died as a hero. You had stayed with your uncle's best friends. Your uncle had lived with them. There was this man – a truly horrible man by the name of Voldemort. Your father knew he would die by his hands, and therefore had sent you to his brother's house before his death. Voldemort had killed the couple leaving their child – Harmony Potter – and she went to his relatives. I had to leave according to some stupid laws made by my great, great – it's a lot of greats – grandchildren. I wanted to stay, but I had to leave because of some stupid rules. I just wanted to stay with you, and your father," she explained with a soft voice filled with many emotions – mostly sadness and grief.

"What do you mean rules? Why did you need to listen to these rules, mama? I'm confused," Adara asked with a soft voice. Chaos almost melted when she heard her daughter call her mama. Finally, she could be a good mother to her daughter.

"I am Mother Chaos; the first primeval god, the creator of the universe is what they call me. I can control all the elements, and so will you soon, young one. All you need is some training that I will willingly give you in the upcoming years. I live another realm where I have this beautiful kingdom, but right now, you are needed here. You are the princess of my kingdom, but you can come to my realm when you are not needed here, and if you please," Chaos explained with a calming, soothing voice.

"That explains how I could control the elements! A–and you're telling me I'm half god? And a princess! This is a lot to take in, mama. I would have never thought that I would be half god or a princess!" Adara exclaimed shocked of the idea of being a p–princess, and half god. Her eyes widened with happiness and delight as she looked at her mother lovingly.

"Well, love, my duty is to protect you. You already know that your fake aunt will adopt a pair of twins. They are the children of my – lots of greats – grandson, Apollo. Adara, I'm going to need to run away from this dreadful woman to a safe haven for demigods – what you are a half god, and half human – that's called Camp Half-Blood. You don't need to worry, little one. I'll help you, and I already have a plan. Something very important that you need to know is that you, Adara, have the blessings of Hestia, Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus, Hermes, Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Dionysus, Demeter, Hera, and a very important goddess – though she may be a minor goddess – Hecate. Hecate is one goddess that you will need to know. Adara, you are very powerful – one of the most powerful demi-gods living today. You are also part witch, but you'll find about that later," Chaos explained with a calm voice – once again.

Adara was very shocked as a lot of information was given to her. She, Adara Black, was one of the most powerful demigods living, and a witch! A shocked gasp was released from her lips when she realized what her mother had told her. She looked up at her mother, and threw herself at her wrapping her small arms around her waist. Chaos grabbed her dear daughter, and picked her up letting her sob into her chest as she rubbed her back soothingly. It was a lot to take in for a seven year old. After Adara's sobbing stopped, she set her onto the ground gently, and explained her escaping-this-horrible-life plan.

Chaos then gave her a bracelet which held charms that would appear into weapons if they were pressed by her hands. She explained the use of the charms. All of the charms held weapons that were gifts from a god who gave her a blessing. Like a wand for Hecate. Or a wave charm for Poseidon. Or a skull charm for Hades. Her mother had to leave, and she gave Adara a warm hug, and kiss to the forehead. Adara was very pleased learning her true identity. She was a demi-witch!