This is a continuation of Faeyre's story, The American Half-Blood Association, published on the story's two year anniversary. The first seventeen chapters are the original seventeen, unedited (so don't blame me for anything xD). The eighteenth chapter is the "reviews" chapter. Starting from nineteen onwards, that's my work. Hope you enjoy this hilarious story!


3rd Person

They were having a fun time at the beach, when a messenger came. Percy was splashing his friends with water, and Thalia and Jason were blowing him into the lake every so often. The Giant War had just ended a week ago, and everyone was in an excited mood. Until the messenger came, with news of "Chiron wants to see you at the Big House." All six (Nico, Annabeth, Piper, Percy, Jason, Thalia) demigods groaned. The words "Chiron at Big House" usually meant… a quest.

-TIME LAPSE-

The six demigods were sitting, listening as Chiron explained a quest to England to protect some "Boy-Who-Lived".

"So what?" Percy asked, being his usual Seaweed-brain-self. "All of us are living, who cares if he lived?"

Chiron then proceeded to explain the killing curse, and witches and wizards.

"There was an especially evil wizard, by the name of Voldemort-" Chiron was cut off mid-sentence. All six demigods fell off their chairs, laughing for what seemed like eternity. Even Nico was smiling. "Who names themselves 'Moldy shorts'?" Jason asked. (AN: NOT MY IDEA)

"Wow… glad Leo isn't -" Annabeth said, choking on her laugher, then stopped as she remembered Leo's disappearance. The mood in the room became slightly darker.

"The school is called 'Hogwarts-" the demigods laughed again. "A what? Pig skin disease?" Percy asked. (AN: Again, not my idea.)

Finally after their briefing on how they were supposed to be American exchange students from the American Half-Blood Association – they were posing as half-blood wizards, the demigods shadow-traveled to 12 Grimmauld Place in London. Their school supposedly had two branches, one in the east and one in the west. Hecate had given them their supplies.

3rd Person Harry

Harry was eating dinner at Sirius's place, listening to conversations when he caught someone's words – "exchange students."

"Wait, exchange students?" Harry asked.

"You'll know when you see them. In fact, they should be here soon…" Mrs. Weasley said. Just then the doorbell rang, and six students stepped in.


Faeyre