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*HARRY POV*
"BOYS! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!" Mrs. Weasly yells.
I reach for my glasses, and I look to my right. Ron is snoring super loudly.
"Ron. Wake up!" I tiredly say, getting up to shake him.
His eyes fly open, and he covers his body with his covers and exclaims, "Bloody Hell mate!"
"Ron, that was years ago. They haven't thrown a spider on you in years." I sigh.
"Okay mate, and good morning." He stands up.
"You too, breakfast is on." I walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get dressed. I put on a red shirt and my Weasly jumper with some jeans. I don't even try with my hair. When I walk out, Ron is lacing his trainers, already dressed.
"Mate, how long does it take you to shower?"
"Not very long I thought. Well, the Chosen One needs a shower in the mornings." I reply sassily and I get my trainers from under my bed.
We walk down and we plop in our seats.
"You boys sleep good?" Mrs. Weasly asks.
"Yes Mom." Ron replies.
"Yes Ma'am." I say as I stuff a piece of bacon in my mouth. I hear an owl screech, and I hopefully look up.
I see a brown owl fly in, and I frown. Hedwig won't come back.
The family's owls come in, and the brown owl lands in front of me with a letter that looks like a Hogwarts letter.
Hermione squeals in excitement, while Ron groans. I open mine up eagerly, and this is what is says.
Mr. Potter
The Burrow
Mr. Potter, we are excited to announce that you will be attending Hogwarts: School for Witchcraft and Wizardry again for an 8th year to make up for lost lessons during the recent war. You will be joining the current 7th years, while those in your year who did attend last year will not be invited. Here is a list of things you will need:
[There is a list of books, but IDK any names]
A broomstick from a Nimbus 2000 model up
A pet of your choosing, whether a cat, rat, toad, or owl. If you choose an animal other than an owl, a school owl will be provided.
Dragon scale gloves
A standard sized cauldron
It has also come to our attention that we will be having 13 transfer students from Hecate's Academy for Magic and Combat. They are the most skilled of their school, and the most protective. Please do not provoke them, and if they retaliate, they will not be blamed. They will be journeying to Diagon Alley today, and you may meet them. They are part of their school's exchange program, but they will be sorted with the 1st years.
Thank you and have a magical day Mr. Potter
"Bloody hell mate! We are going back to Hogwarts!" Ron complains.
"I know Ron, come on! We need to go to Diagon Alley!" I jump up and I go get a pouch for money.
When I run down, people are getting ready to floo there. I step up, and I confidently shout, "DIAGON ALLEY!" I am squeezed and turned and a ton of uncomfortable motions, but I walk out into Diagon Alley. I take in the sights and smells of this familiar place as the rest arrive.
"First, Flourish and Blotts." Mrs. Weasley says. We walk there, and on the way, I get bumped into by a punk girl.
"Excuse me!" I exclaim.
The girl rolls her eyes and walks away, muttering something that sounded like, "Boys."
I see her walk up to a group of 13, and there is one boy that looks like me, just buffer.
"Thalia, calm down. It was an accident." The boy calms down the punk girl, Thalia. He sounds American. I walk up and I greet them.
"Hi, I haven't seen you before. I'm Harry. Harry Potter." I say, expecting a reaction.
"OMG! HARRY THE POTTER?! Can I have an autograph!?" The boy screeches sarcastically.
"So you have heard of me?" I smugly ask, drinking in the attention.
"No, you just seemed to want a reaction." He shrugs. "I'm Percy Jackson, and this is Annabeth Jackson," He points to a blonde girl with piercing gray eyes. She looks like a goddess! I am sure she isn't dating this look-a-like of me. She is probably just his adopted sister.
"I'm Jason Grace." A blonde boy with glasses says.
"I'm Piper McClean." A girl with brown braids introduces.
"Frank Zhang." the Asian says.
"Hazel Levesque." The African American chirps.
"LEO FLAMIN VALDEZ!" A Latino elf screams. Piper kicks him in the shin, hard.
"Calypso Kipouros." The Greek Girl shakes my hand.
"Will Solace." The other blonde boy exclaims cheerfully.
"Ugh, Nico." The goth boy groans.
"Reyna Arrellano." The regal girl sternly says.
"Grover Underwood." The boy with crutches says.
"Just. Thalia. Nothing else. Flirt, and die." She snarls.
"And that's that. We are all dyslexic other than Frank, Grover, and Calypso. Can you help us?" Percy finishes.
"Of course dears!" Mrs. Weasly scares me.
I follow her into the book store, and I grab my books. I see the 13 asking the store keeper for something, and he gives them a stack of books in a different language.
"What language do you reckon that be?" Ron asks.
"I don't know, but I think goth and punk girl are death eaters." I reply.
"Okay! Next?" Percy walks up.
We walk around, getting all of our stuff.
When we get to the broom shop, Nico, Hazel, and Percy instantly say no.
"Guys, it's in the list!" I groan, not liking these kids.
"I don't need a broom." Percy says.
"We cannot handle heights at all!" Nico points to himself and Hazel. [Thalia was cured in "Wings of Change"]
"What do you mean you don't need a broom?" I ask suspiciously.
"Well, I was trying a spell, but it went wrong. Now, I have wings." Percy says.
"Wings? Really?" I ask, irritated.
Percy turns around to show me a shirt with two holes. He flexes his shoulders, and I see some feathers creep out.
"Bloody hell mate!" Ron exclaims.
Percy shudders at that exclamation, Annabeth stiffens, and Nico frowns deeply. Will rounds them up, and he mutters some things, and they go back to normal.
"What was that? It's a pretty common phrase in Britain." Ron confusedly asks.
"Bad memories." Percy whispers.
We leave Diagon Alley and go to pack for the train ride later.
