Title: The Adventures of Selene Potter

Rating: T

Summary: Selene Potter is the only daughter of Artemis and James Potter. Follow her as she is blessed, goes to Camp, and then heads to Hogwarts to gain the ultimate prize. The Head of Lord Voldemort. Crossover of Percy Jackson.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Riordan, or Rowling's, characters and I'm making nothing from this.

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A/N: Sorry, once again, for the delay.

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Chapter 20: The Lair of the Marsh Witches

When Hermione Granger had been told that her mother was Hecate her father took her to visit the Marsh Witches. It was sort of something that he told her that he felt that he had to do. The Marsh witches were the most feared of all magical users and they took her in, taught her what she needed to know, and allowed her to access all of her magic. They had allowed her father to stay, because of the rule that Zeus was enforcing.

"War will be coming," Allie told her. "Kronos will rise, but we won't be taking part."

"Why not," Hermione had asked.

"Because that's the States business," Allie said. "That's not our business."

That was then, Hermione knew that they had been wrong. It hadn't been the States business; it had been everyone's business. Upon her arrival her much older sister was waiting on her. Rita Silver was over six-hundred-years old and had been around when witches were hung, or burned, and had hidden in the marshes to avoid the Church. She didn't look that old and it was rumored that all children of Hecate possessed an extremely long life-span.

"Welcome home, sister," Rita said and they air kissed. "What brings you here?"

"I'm looking for these plants," Hermione told her. "It's part of a deal that was made with the Weasley twins."

"Did you get it in blood?"

"No, sister, I didn't," Hermione said. "Because we all know how well that will turn out."

Not many knew of the marsh witches and their ways. Hermione knew that asking for a deal in blood would show that she was a dark witch, not that she was part of something traditional.

"The old ways are hardly ever followed," she said. "A long time ago you could cast a killing spell over a sheep and no one batted an eyelid. Now you do it, and your dark. Thank the Gods that killing a goat that way doesn't send you to Azkaban."

Hermione nodded and then Rita motioned her to follow her.

The inside of the cabin that she had spent most of her childhood in, learning the ways of Hecate, and of the spaces between the living and the dead, hadn't changed. There was still plenty of skulls of both human and animal and Rita hadn't changed the carpet. Outlines of old circles of power were still there and lining the walls was jars of plants, oils, almost finished potions, and row after row of books that the marsh witches had been gifted to by Hecate. You had to do something remarkable to get a spell from any of the books.

"Hemlock tea," Rita said.

"Thanks," Hermione said and she sat down.

"I heard rumors," Rita said as she made her tea.

"Has mother been talking?" Hermione asked.

She turned and looked at her and said, "Mother has always been talking. Kronos is stirring and she wants us to join his side."

Hermione sighed and asked, "And what did you tell her?"

"I told her that we are already having our own problems," she answered. "I told her that she knows that Tom Riddle is trying to come back. That ended any discussion of us joining Kronos and fighting against the Gods. But, I fear, there will be plenty of our kin that will follow dear mother."

"I won't," Hermione said. "My loyalty is to Lord Hades and to Selene Potter, the daughter of Artemis."

"I heard about that union," Rita said. "A child of the pure hunt. Some of my fellow sisters have said that once Selene gets your scent, she never lets it go."

"That would be true," Hermione said and Rita came back with the tea.

Hermione spent a week with her sisters, finding the plants, and talking about what was coming. The marsh witches knew that if Tom Riddle exposed the magical world that not only would Hecate strike (Hermione didn't understand how she could handle her complete destruction of the Gods to getting her revenge on her world exposed, which had been allowed by Zeus), turning him into whatever she wanted, but that the marsh witches would go after any of Tom's supporters. They would be adding their body parts to their supply of ingredients.

Hermione doubt that, if Tom ever came back, that he would care about that little bit of common sense.

Upon her return to Hogwarts she handed the plants over to Selene. At once Draco wanted to know all about how it had been with them.

"It's like going back home," she said. "They trained me on how to control my magic and their family."

"I still can't believe that I know a marsh witch."

Hermione felt like laughing.

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"It seems like Miss Granger is back," Professor McGonagall told Dumbledore.

"Yes, I sensed her returning."

"Are you going to handle this yourself or are you going to allow Severus to do it?"

Dumbledore looked at her and said, "I gave Miss Granger permission to leave the grounds. There's nothing that she did that was wrong."

Minerva glared at him, but he held his ground.

"Fine, but I'm watching Potter and her little friends."

"You do that," Dumbledore said and when Minerva was gone, Severus appeared. "I don't like this, Severus."

"I know that you don't," he said. "But Minerva better watch herself. Hermione is a marsh witch and they are powerful allies to some powerful people."

"Powerful people as in non-Death Eaters."

"Correct," he said. "They removed my mark years ago after I did something for them. In return I offered them my complete loyalty."

"And taught you a few things."

Severus smiled at him, a real smile, and said, "Now Albus, if I told you that then I wouldn't have any more secrets."

Albus snorted at that.

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I was looking forward to Halloween. At camp we really didn't celebrate it, and I hadn't had any fun when I had been living with the Dursley's. However, this time, I wasn't at camp and I wasn't with the Dursley's, so I could allow myself to have a bit of fun. The Slytherin's were doing something for Samhain because Hermione and I convinced them that traditions were important enough to keep.

"Are we going down to the feast?" Nott asked us.

"Of course," I said. "And Hermione said that she would allow anyone to have contact with their deceased loves ones."

"Raising the dead is a forte of mine," Hermione said, feeling proud of herself.

"You can do that," he said.

"Of course," Hermione said, her voice letting anyone know that she felt insulted. "What kind of witch do you think I am? The sweet and cuddly kind."

"No, I was thinking the dark and scary kind."

"You haven't seen scary until you've been to one of her birthday parties."

"Oh you both say such sweet things to me," Hermione said. "No wonder I like it here."

I saw Draco shaking his head.

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A/N: Hermione is the odd girl that likes dark things, creatures that are dangerous, and is overly protective of her friends. She's also everything that Voldemort will never be.