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In this story, Percy and Annabeth are sixteen, Thalia's fifteen, and Nico's fourteen. Percy doesn't have Achilles' Curse. Deal with it. Post-Titan war, HoO never happens.

But anyways, I don't own Percy, Harry, spiders, Get Smart, or wands. Actually, I do have a wand...

Chapter Two: Percy Falls Asleep (there's a shocker) and Harry Has Anger Issues

Nico POV

We arrived just outside of the Order's Headquarters and I nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Percy caught my arm.

"Hold in there, Zombie Dude," he told me as Annabeth brought out a piece of paper.

"The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix can be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place," she read quietly then looked up and frowned. "Which is where, exactly?"

Even as she spoke, a dark space began to grow between numbers eleven and thirteen. Before long, we were staring at a dark mansion with a snake-shaped knocker on the front door. We exchanged a glance. Then Thalia walked boldly up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Then we waited.

There was the sound of muffled thumps and voices, then the door opened a crack. A stoutly-looking woman with flaming red hair peeked out, aiming a stick at us. I couldn't help myself. I snorted.

Annabeth shot me a glare before turning back to the witch. "Hi, um, we're the reinforcements from America..." she trailed off as the woman opened the door a bit wider. However, she didn't lower her sti-er, wand.

"Tornadoes hit double-header," she said randomly.

Thalia, Annabeth, and Percy exchanged glanced at each other confusedly. However, I replied, "When the awkward bird takes flight at midnight." My cousins looked at me. "What? Chiron gave me the password."

This time, the door opened all the way and the woman stowed her wand away. "Ah, you must be Nico!" she exclaimed as she flung her arms around me. I stiffened. The only people who dared to hug me were standing half a step behind me.

Percy cleared his throat. "Um, first of all, Nico's not really the touchy-feely type. And secondly, can we come in?"

The motherly witch released her death grip on me. "Why, of course dears!" she exclaimed. "Come right in!"

I hung back with Percy as Thalia and Annabeth followed the witch. "Thanks," I muttered.

"No problem," Percy grinned. "You looked like you were read to break out your evil ninja skills." We walked into the front hall. "Looks like your kind of place, coz."

He was right. Everything was dark, evil, gloomy, and altogether depressing. It reminded me of the entrance parlor in Hades' Palace. However, in the Palace, the private quarters have more of a homey feel to them. I got the feeling that the rest of the house was just as gloomy as this hall.

We were led into a basement kitchen that looked like it had been carved from stone. A long wooden table seemed to be the centerpiece of the room. A delicious smell arose from the oven. My stomach growled and I realized I had missed lunch. The table was surrounded by several odd-looking people.

"We're having an Order meeting right now," the woman informed us. "You're welcome to join us for this meeting, so we can answer any questions you have. However, only wizards seventeen or older can join the Order. Why don't we make some introductions? I'm Molly Weasley, by the way."

We sat down awkwardly, next to each other. The wizards seated around the table were staring at us curiously. Almost a little too curiously.

We fidgeted a bit, waiting for something to happen. A balding red haired man broke the silence. "I'm Arthur Weasley. I work at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. Now tell me, these me-pings-"

"I'm Remus Lupin," the man next to him broke in, cutting Mr. Weasley off. He was on the younger side, but had gray streaks in his hair, and his clothing was very patched and frayed. "I'm- a, er,- werewolf."

Next to me, Thalia stiffened and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. I gripped her wrist under the table and murmured barely audibly, "Not the same type, Thals." Her head jerked in a half-nod and she relaxed a bit.

The next person was another redhead. "Hello. I'm Bill Weasley. I usually work as a curse breaker in the Egyptian Pyramids, but I'm here for now." He had longish red hair and an earring.

"Wotcher," said the next one, this time a woman. If I didn't lead such a strange life, I probably would've been shocked by the fact that her head was bubble-gum pink. "Name's Tonks." She grinned at us.

I was relieved to find that the next person I recognized. Well, from pictures, anyways. He had long black hair, a sallow face from being around dementors too long, and a brooding expression. "You're Sirius Black, aren't you?" I asked. He looked surprised by the fact that I knew who he was.

"Er, yes. How d'you know who I am?" he asked, slightly suspicious.

I shrugged. "You caused quite an uproar amongst the dementors a few years ago." The wizards looked shocked.

They went around the table, introducing themselves. I couldn't remember most of them, but a few stayed in my head. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Severus Snape, who I found out was our Potions Master, and Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, a wood carving of a man with a fake eye. Every time the stupid eye looked at me, I felt like it could see straight through to my soul. I wouldn't be surprised if it could.

Annabeth spoke up. "Is there anyone, you know, our age?"

Mrs. Weasley beamed. "Of course, there's Hermione Granger, my sons Fred, George, and Ron, and my daughter Ginny. Harry should be arriving in a few days, as well. But the rest are upstairs right now."

I frowned. I'm not very good with names. "Harry," I mused, "Black hair, green eyes, kind of what Percy would look like if he died a non-gory death?"

There were mixed reactions to that. Percy snorted. "Only you would think that, Nics, only you."

"You sound kind of like Geryon," Annabeth commented mildly. I rolled my eyes at the two of them.

Meanwhile, all the redheads stiffened visibly. I realized that they didn't know who we were yet. I waved my hand at Percy. "This is Percy by the way."

Percy waved. "Hey." They relaxed. "Um, I guess we should introduce ourselves." He looked at Annabeth. "Titles or no titles?"

"No titles," she responded definitively.

"Oh, thank the gods. We'd be here all night otherwise," Thalia expressed her relief.

Percy rolled his eyes at her. "Shut up." Then he turned to face the rest of the room. "So I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, god of the seas, horses, earthquakes, blah blah blah."

I went next, since I was sitting next to Percy. "Hey. 'M Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, god of the dead, riches, Underworld, etc." I glanced at Thalia.

"My name is Thalia. Just Thalia. If you call me anything other than Thalia, you will find yourselves a fried corpse before you can say-"

"Pinecone Face?"

"Sparkles?"

Thalia turned to glare at us. "I hate you two. I really do."

Percy pretended to yawn. "You've said that already. What else is new?"

Thalia made a disgusted sound and went back to introducing herself. "I'm a daughter of Zeus, Lord of the skies, and King of Gods. I'm also a Lieutenant of Artemis."

Annabeth went last. She sat up proudly. "I am Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom, battle, and crafts."

They nodded. Snape handed us a piece of paper with a long list of names on it. "This is a list of people who know who you are. If their name isn't on the list, don't do anything around them that might make them suspicious. Particularly around Potter and his friends. They have a tendency for being too nosy for their own good." (cue Snape voice)

They continued with their meeting, Annabeth occasionally asking questions to receive confusing answers. My mind started to wander, noticing minuscule and trivial things, like Snape had on two different colored shoes, and the dude next to Percy had really bad breath. Speaking of Percy...

Percy had fallen asleep. Luckily, no one had noticed yet. I caught Annabeth's attention and motioned at Percy with my head. She leaned over Thalia and me, and poked him in the arm. He didn't move.

Thalia tried to kick his leg, which resulted in a shooting pain in my leg. "What the Hades?" I hissed. "What are your shoes made of? Titanium?"

Thalia rolled her eyes. "Wimp," she muttered. Then she tried kicking Percy again. This time, she hit him square on the shin. Percy simply groaned and shifted his head a bit.

I flicked him on the temple. No use. By now, we were getting noticed by the wizards. They had stopped talking and were staring at us.

Thalia waved. "Hey."

"What are you doing?" one of them asked.

"Percy has a tendency to fall asleep during class or important meetings. It's one of his traits," Annabeth explained. Then she frowned, "But he should have woken up by now. He's not a very deep sleeper, usually."

I shrugged. "He has to tune out an annoying teacher's voice, so he must be used to sleeping heavily during class so he doesn't wake up."

"Homeostasis..." Annabeth muttered.

Thalia looked at her critically. "What?" Annabeth shook her head as if to clear it.

"Never mind."

We tried several other techniques, including clapping, pinching his nose, shouting in his ear, and poking him where his Achilles Heel used to be. Nothing worked.

"Alright," I said, straightening out. "Somebody get me a glass of water."

Annabeth looked at me appraisingly. "Not a bad idea. Why didn't I think of it?" Thalia and I shared a looked, but we said nothing.

Sirius returned with an old silver goblet filled with water. I glanced at it, feeling the weight of it. "Pure silver, typical of the medieval times?" I asked him.

Sirius looked at me with caution. He was probably still freaked out that I knew who he was. "Er, yeah. That's exactly what it is."

"Interesting," I murmured. I could differentiate different types of precious metals, seeing as my father is the god of riches.

"Nico! Focus!" Annabeth snapped her fingers right in front of my face.

"Right," I said. I walked over to Percy and dumped the contents of the silver goblet right in his face, then darted back to safety.

Percy woke up from the shock of the freezing cold water. In an instant, he had Riptide out, looking around wildly while his black hair hung in his eyes, dripping wet.

"Finally, you're awake," Thalia said striding over to him. "You can really sleep like the dead.

I gave her a critical look. "The dead don't sleep," I pointed out to her.

She rolled her eyes. "Like I care."

"The dead care!"

"How could they? They're dead!"

"That doesn't mean they don't have feelings!"

"Shut up, you two! Not this argument again!" Percy exclaimed. He was dry now, and glaring at us.

Annabeth turned to the bewildered wizards. "Don't mind them. Actually, don't mind all three of them. The more you ignore their outbursts, the less likely you are to end up in a pool of electrocuted water."

Ron's POV

Four Days Later...

Harry came thundering up the stairs, and he had barely even stepped over the threshold before Hermione was gripping him like he might get kidnapped by You-Know-Who if she wasn't looking. Which was altogether possible, might I add.

"Calm down, 'Mione," I told her after a few minutes. "He just got here."

Hermione blushed and stepped away. It left me with a clear view of my best friend, Harry (freaking) Potter. "Hey," I said.

We talked about trivial matters, but then the subject turned to the dementors.

"It must have been terrible, Harry," Hermione said, "Facing two dementors! You were extremely brave. Dumbledore was furious when he found out that you were attacked."

For some reason, that seemed to make Harry mad. "Oh, yeah? It must have been nice, sitting here while I was out there, with now clue what was going on and got attacked by dementors!" Harry's voice steadily grew louder. Hermione and I tried to calm him down by telling him that we really didn't know anything (because we didn't), but it wasn't long before he was outright shouting at us. Hermione cringed and backed up, trying to defend us.

There was a loud CRACK and my two idiotic twin brothers appeared right in front of me.

"STOP DOING THAT!" I yelled at them, scared half out out my wits. "You couldn't just walk down the stairs like normal people?"

"Time is Galleons, little brother," Fred told me wisely.

There were several footsteps coming down the hallway, and the door burst open revealing those Americans. How they got here from the fourth floor in a matter of seconds was a mystery to me.

"We thought we heard-" Annabeth started, then saw Harry. "Oh."

Nico looked thoughtful. "Anger issues as well? Percy, are you positive-"

Percy Jackson turned to the slightly younger teen. "Nico, I do. Not. Have. A. Twin. Dead or otherwise. So shut up. Nor do I have anger issues."

The other three simply stared at him at that last comment. "Sure," Thalia said dragging out the word, making it obvious that she didn't believe him.

"Hey! You're the people from Little Whinging!" Harry exclaimed, pointing at them. He noticed Nico. "And you were the one with the dementor!"

Nico smirked. "Yeah. And you were the one who wasn't surprised that I laughed."

"So you did laugh!" Thalia exclaimed. Nico simply looked at her like she was crazy. "And I'm not crazy," she added.

"Wait a second," I said, suffering from a major brain block. "What are you guys talking about?"

"We were in Little Whinging, and we met Harry about four days ago," Annabeth exclaimed.

Harry nodded vigorously. "Yeah. But what are you doing here?"

"We're transfer students," Percy Jackson said. "We're just staying here until September."

"Huh," was all I could say. But when I looked at Hermione, I noticed that look she always got when at school- like her mind was going a million miles a minute.

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