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Hermione frowned before haphazardly placing another ancient scroll down on her accumulating mountain of dusty pieces of work. She closed her tired eyes, pictured herself screaming uncontrollably and smashed her tea cup into smithereens.

Muttering a Reparo under her breath, she cursed out loud. She was going to kill-no- murder Harry, to-lazy-to-do-his-own-job Potter once she got back to England. Then, she's going to sneak into his room and grab the Resurrection stone(he's still bound to have it, right?) and bring her parents back to life.

Then she's going to murder her parents for not telling her that her father was the HELL LORD, HADES!

Hermione laid her head on the cool desk and counted to ten. Her brain was whirling with madness and she desperately needed to control it. Maybe then, maybe then everything will logically make sense.

But nothing in this situation made any sense. She, the daughter of Hades? Hermione would have scoffed if she didn't see the hologram herself. But there it was, a black shadow in front of her head, almost like the Grim only worse.

She didn't know whether to be insulted that she wasn't Athena's child or relieved.

Because nothing, nothing will scare her more than the thought that she was born from a person's, no matter that she's a goddess, head. Nothing.

Hermione bit her lips in frustration. What was going to happen now? Why didn't Hades (she would never call him her dad) send a sign sooner? How about...during the war? It would have saved her a lot of trouble, with the whole mudblood business.

Hermione snorted, before shaking her head. It just occurred to her that she wasn't a mudblood anymore. No, she was on a totally different level. She was a demigod.

Take that, Bellatrix. Hermione thought with a smug expression.

"She sends you her regards."

Hermione turned around and aimed her wand at the newcomer in panic. She squinted at the stranger and quickly scanned her head for curses she could use.

"Fierce. I like it."

"Who are you?" Hermione said, her eyes glaring.

A man, a strangely dressed man leaned back on a shelf filled with books. He looked odd, and that was saying a lot considering that she lived with a coven of magic users who didn't understand the concept of "gender categorized clothing". He almost looked like Sirius, if it wasn't for the fact that the man in front of him had a different aura around him. A strange aura. A different one. It was an aura that Hermione often felt around Harry, when he was possessed, or around the locket that she was forced to wear those dreary days of hunger and constant fear.

Immortality. That was what it was. The strange feeling in the pit of her stomach whenever she was near Voldemort was not because of Dark Magic as she originally presumed but because of the immortality.

Hermione tightened her grip on her wand and prepared herself for a confrontation.

"Is that how you treat your father?"

Hermione froze. No, No, No, No, NO! She was not ready to meet him! She wasn't prepared! She hadn't even started reading about Hades' love life and the Underworld! She still had five scrolls left to translate! What if she does something to anger him? What if she...

"Calm down, girl. You are giving me a headache."

"You can read minds?" Hermione quickly tried to picture an empty room, just as Harry taught her.

"That won't work, sweet. I'm a god."

"Don't call me sweet," she fired back automatically before cursing in her head.

Instead of sending her to hell as she thought, Hades just smiled and replied, "Ah, just like your mother."

"We don't look alike," Hermione pointed out, "You cannot be my father."

"We both have curly hair."

"Mine's brown."

The god of death shrugged, "Your mother's."

Hermione scoffed and stood up, trying to close the distance between her height and his, "And I suppose that my magic is from her side of the family?"

"Her aunt, if I remember correctly." Hades causally glanced at his fingernails.

"You've got to be joking," she said, as her mind(once again) whirled with thoughts of murder.

"Honey, I don't joke."

Hermione glanced at her "father" and closed her eyes. Maybe if she calmed down, she could think of a logical explanation for all of this nonsense-

"Take care of my boy for me."

"What?"

Hades glanced at her and suddenly Hermione felt like the mortal she really was. He seemed to grow taller, and she to scrunch up into nothing more than a piece of lint on a person's shirt (namely his). Hades glanced up into the skies and said, "There's a storm coming."

No, No, NO! Hermione will not be in another "storm". She had enough action and war, thank-you-very-much. There was no way that she will be dragged into another!

Before she could retort, she found herself in an empty library, rather than one with one demigod and one master of death inside. She frowned, collapsed into her chair and rubbed her throbbing temples.

She was going to kill Harry. No doubt.


"HADESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

The Master of Death flinched at the booming voice of his brother and sighed. Here we go.

"You broke the pact! And she's a witch!"

Hades raised his hands in a defensive position, "I can explain.."

But Zeus, being the overbearing King, ignored his Hell brother and turned to the other gods in the room, "I thought she was your child!"

Grey-eyed Athena suspiciously stared at Hades from her chair, "I thought so too. I felt my essence in her, but it was not strong enough for her to be a demigod. I have assumed..." she trailed off before coming to the conclusion. "YOU! Which one?"

Hades smirked, his white teeth glistening in the holy light, "Ah. You caught me."

"WHICH ONE?"

Hades shook his hands, "Now, no need to get your knickers in a knot."

"What?"

"I learned it from Hermione. British slang is so interesting isn't it?"

"Just answer the question," Zeus said, his face already looking a trillion years old...wait...

"If you must know, I slept with your daughter...the one with wild brown hair."

"Jane?" Athena said, shaking her head.

"Exactly!" Hades said, smiling as he remembered his lover. "Ah, Jane."

"I had thought..."

"This was before..." Hades trailed off, not wanting to speak her name.

"Maria," Athena bluntly said, causing Hades to flinch (figuratively, gods don't flinch!).

"What is your purpose for claiming her?" Almighty Zeus asked, his fingers raised warningly at the god of the underworld.

"It is personal business. It has nothing to do with you."

"Your business is my business, Hades," Zeus said. "I am Kin-"

"Yes, yes. You are King of the Gods, almighty Zeus, blah blah blah." suddenly, Hades seemed bored of the place. He turned to the other gods, who were mainly quiet at this point and said, "I would like to propose a request."

"What is it?" Poseidon asked, clearly interested that Hades, of all gods, were planning to ask big brother for something.

Hades turned around and faced his brother, Zeus, front on. He knew that his request would cause an uproar, maybe even an apocalypse, but he deemed it time. Hades knew that everything was ready. It was time to go.

"I want to abdicate my position as the god of the underworld and pass my responsibilities to my son, Nico di Angelo."