Harry and Ron were playing Gobstones when Mr. Weasley entered the room.

"Ron? Harry? Hermione? I have something to say, de-" "Merlin's pants!" Ron cursed, as he got a full bast of the liquid goo from a stone.

"RONALD WEASLEY! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. Harry could see Hermione backing away from her, clearly petrified. "For heavens sake, Ron," Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Anyways, tomorrow, exchange students will be arriving at our place, so, CLEAN YOUR ROOM, AND BEHAVE RONALD!".

As Mrs. Weasley said, 'exchange students', Harry imagined a group of teens all wearing glasses and nerd-like. Ron must have been thinking the same thing too, because he made a face and sighed. "I guess there will be more annoying people like Hermione."

Hermione glared at him.

- TimeSkip -

Light shone at the three teens as they woke up. Harry was the first to open his eyes, and saw Hermione with her head buried in his pjs, snoring lightly.

"Hermione! Wake up! Why are you sleeping on this bed anyways?" Harry shook Hermione, and glanced up. Fred and George were sleeping on Hermione's bed.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Hermione woke up, groggily, and mumbled, "Harry, get out of my bed.". "This isn't your bed! It's where I sleep!" Harry hissed at her. "Oh? Ohhhh." She said. "Why am I even sleeping here?". "Fred! George! Wake up!" Hermione cried, clearly exasperated.

"Just five more minutes mum." The twins mumbled, before going back to sleep.

- TimeSkip -

The five people, including Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred and George, walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen.

"Mum! Why did Fred and George sleep in my room?" Ron complained. "Because, the exchange students have to sleep somewhere, don't they?" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, while twirling her wand here and there. Ron groaned, and grumbled something about 'sacrificing for nerds'. Unfortunately, Mrs.Weasley heard, and was about to say some thing, but the doorbell rang. "Coming!" She called, while glaring at Ron.

"This is the right place, right?" An anxious Annabeth asked Percy over and over again. "Just be quiet, WiseGirl." Percy muttered, clearly annoyed. This behaviour was very unlike Annabeth.

"Okay, but remember to hide that we're demig-" She was interrupted as the door opened, and Jason quickly ended the game he and Thalia were playing, 'Catch the Lightning Ball." Thalia caught the ball that was made out of lightning, threw it up into the air, and smiled as the door opened.

"Hello!" A plump woman said warmly. She had short orange-red wavy hair that was loose over her shoulders, and was twirling her wand to rid her apron from dirt.

"Hi! Are you Mrs. Weasley?" Thalia asked, enthusiastic.

"Oh yes, do come in," she smiled, "you must meet Ron and his friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger."

Percy could feel Annabeth tense as they heard the name, 'Harry Potter', and slipped his hand into hers.

Hermione was eating breakfast when the doorbell rang. As Mrs. Weasley glared at Ron, she wondered who it could be, this early.

A few minutes later, four teens walked inside. Hermione heard Ron and Harry shift uneasily in their chairs. The students were not what she had expected.

Harry gazed at the exchange students as they cautiously walked inside. They weren't nerds at all.

One boy had messy black hair, as if blewn by the wind, with sea green eyes. He was muscular, but unlike the other boy, had fair skin and wasn't tanned. For the other boy, he had blonde hair and was extremely muscular and tanned.

'I should work more on fitness', Harry thought as he gazed at his skinny arms.

There was also two girls. One had blonde curly hair in a ponytail, had intimidating grey eyes, and looked very fit. The other had short black hair, blue eyes that were sparkling, and had a strange glow, like a Vila. As usual, they were all super fit and looked intimidating.

Harry looked at Ron as he gaped, open mouthed at the students. They all looked too old for a fourth grader, maybe sixteen or seventeen.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Meet the exchange students!" Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"Uh, hi." The boy with black hair and green eyes spoke. "I'm Percy, she's Annabeth, Jason and Thalia."

Americans, Harry thought.

Percy gazed at Harry Potter. He could tell the black haired boy was Harry because he had a lightning shaped scar, which Chiron had talked about. He looked familiar... Percy realised that he was looking at a much skinnier, smaller version of himself.

Sure enough, Thalia kept on looking back at Harry, then at Percy, as if comparing them.

At last Harry Potter spoke. "Hello, I'm Harry, this is Ron, Hermione, Fred and George."

- TimeSkip -

The students seemed very polite, Harry thought. They helped to do chores, and Percy was really good at washing the dishes. Or so he thought, till Harry heard a conversation going inside the kitchen in strange languages.

The only thing he understood was 'Harry Potter, Protect, Voldemort, and Hogwarts'.

It might have been 'protect Harry Potter from Voldemort in Hogwarts',

and it might also have been, ' protect Voldemort from Harry and hurt him in Hogwarts'.

Either way, Harry found it strange.