Hey Guys! Ok, so, review time.
Guest: I completely understand why you are confused. I know that I put Seven in the title and I did it for a reason. I did it because the Seven are going to be in this story. I included some other demigods because I wanted them in my story. That does not mean I am titling them as the Seven. If you read the whole story when it is finished and still think that the Seven aren't really in it then you can say that. But please, stay with me 'till the end and I promise you that you will be satisfied with the whole Seven stuff. Also, if you are still confused please don't be afraid to PM me! Thanks for the review! ;)
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Annabeth's POV:
So, here I was. Walking out of a bank with a pouch full of money. I couldn't believe it. I've never had this much money in my life. And it was gold, too! Not just green paper. I shook the bag just to make sure it was all still in there. It clinked and clanked and made wonderful sounds. The sound of not being broke. What to buy first? Maybe there's a library around? There was a book store but those were all weird books. Books about a thing called Quidditch and History of a hog's wart or something...
"Hagrid!" Malcom was skipping excitedly now next to the big oaf.
"What is it?" Hagrid asked, looking a little surprised when he looked down at my bouncing lunatic of a brother.
"What are we gonna spend this on first?"
"Well, first ya can pay me back!" He growled with a smile. "I bought all yer books and stuff today."
"Then why didn't we just go to Gringotts first?" I asked. Hagrid shrugged,
"Because Gringotts was the farthest thing down the road and I wanted to get things over with."
"Why? Are we that annoying and hard to be around?" I scowled at the giant. He shook his head and laughed.
"Nah, you ain't"
"Then what is it?"
"I just want a drink!" He bellowed. Oh.
"Ok."
We each payed Hagrid back, which took up about 1/4 of my bag of gold and walked down the street of Diagon Alley.
"So, where are you gonna get a drink, Hagrid?" Conner asked, nearly jogging to keep up with the giant's big strides.
"The Leaky Cauldron o'course! Where else? It'll be good to see ol' Tom again."
"Who's Tom?" I questioned.
"The ol' bartender and friend o' mine!"
"Um, ok."
Travis' POV (I know this is new but I wanted to try it out. Tell me in reviews what you think! If you like it, I'll do more of his POVs.):
We walked out of Diagon Alley through the same way we came in. Hagrid tapped the specific bricks and we found ourselves in the little area in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid opened the door for us and we walked through. As we passed the bar, the bartender (or Tom) smiled and waved at us.
"So..." Whispered Tom. "What'd you think of your first trip to Diagon Alley? Get anything special?"
"Actually, yeah." Katie spoke up. "We got an owl, gold, books, robes and wands."
Gosh, she was pretty. Her long brown hair was in braids down her back and her green eyes reminded me of grass in a quiet, beautiful meadow. I shouldn't be thinking of her in this way. But I just can't stop. I honestly don't know what's going on but I have to stop whatever it is. Because whatever it is seems to be hurting me. It hurts every time she looks at me. Every time she talks. I get this weird pain in my chest and it won't go away. It's a good kind of pain though. Like, I want it again. I can't stay away from her, I wouldn't be able to stand the distance.
"Very nice. But keep your voice down, little girl. There are muggles in here." Tom nodded his head in a couple's direction. The blonde girl was flirting with a guy with dark hair.
"Muggles?" Katie asked.
"Didn't I already explain that ter ya?" Hagrid groaned.
"Muggles," Tom decided to answer her. "Are non-magical folk."
"So..." Katie drawled. "People without magical ability? Like, wizards have the magic ability but muggles don't?"
"Exactly" Tom beamed at her. Wow. Katie's so smart... and she makes this really cute face when she thinks. She scrunches up her nose and her left eyebrow raises ever so slightly.
"Exactly!" Tom grinned at her... a little too loud. A few people looked over, including the muggle couple. He waved apologetically at them. A little quieter he added, "But we try to keep it on the down low."
"Wait. What?" Conner piped up, looking surprised. "Keep it on the down low? From who?"
"Why, Muggles o'course!" Hagrid said. "Who else!?" Conner shrugged.
"But why?" I asked.
"Because if muggles know then they start asking for magic. They want you to solve all their problems. Not to mention they'll get scared of you once they know your power. But it doesn't matter. Muggles don't need to know about you." Tom replied.
"Oh..."
"Wait..." Annabeth put her hand up and took a few steps forward, her eyebrows furrowed like she was really thinking hard. "Then what about Chiron? He seemed to know that we were... Special."
"Huh," Hagrid grunted. "Looks like someone is finally believing what's real?"
"Not... Totally... But it is starting to make a little more sense..." She said, pausing like it was hard to get the words out. "Not that this all makes sense! I'm just, you know, saying."
"Chiron has known for a long time of wizards and Hogwarts. He has had quite a few kids from his orphanage camp that have turned out to be wizards. What's weird is the fact that you guys are going in before the third year. Normally young witches and wizards start when they're about 11 years old. You're going to have to ask Professor Dumbledore about that."
"Professor Dumbledore?" Katie questioned.
"Only the brightest wizard of all time!" Hagrid beamed. "I am proud to know him. And you will be proud to call him your professor, I can tell ya that."
"Ooh! He was the one who sent us the letter!" Katie said rather fast moving her hands in an excited manner.
"Yup," Hagrid beamed, his eyes twinkling. "Ol' Tom here will show y'all to your room, as you'll be stayin' there for a few days until September 1st when you start school."
"What? Hagrid, where are you going?" Annabeth questioned, looking at him suspiciously. "I thought you were going to take us to school and stay with us until said day arrives."
"Wha'? Are you daft or somethin'? 'Course I ain't gonna take y'all to school! Nor am I gonna stay with you! I can't. I have a life, ya now. Even if it ain't much. I still have it. I'm the Groundskeeper at Hogwarts. Great job. Dumbledore himself gave me that job an' I am grateful e'ery day. A'right, well, I'll see you guys at Hogwarts."
"See you on the other side, Old Friend." Tom smiled and shook Hagrid's hand. Hagrid smiled.
"Goodbye, Old Friend. I'm sure to see you soon." hagrid replied. Tom's smile widened.
Conner decided to ruin this nice friendship moment.
"HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIIIIIIDE!-"
"CONNER!" Annabeth shouted, slapping my twin on the arm. "Shut up!"
"Alright, well bye Hagrid!" Katie said, smiling. "I'll see you later, I hope!"
"'Course ya will!" Hagrid beamed at her.
"Bye Hagrid," I waved at him with a small smile.
"Bye Hagrid," Annabeth and Conner both smiled at him and waved. Malcom smiled,
"Goodbye, Hagrid." Malcom said and the rest of us followed Tom upstairs to find our new room.
Tom lead us upstairs to a narrow hallway. On each wall were doors. Tom opened the nearest on the left and said,
"Boys, Malcom, Conner and Travis, this will be your room to share. Girls yours will be this one right across from the boys'." he pointed to the door on the right. I looked inside our room and saw three suitcases.
"Tom?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes?" He asked, turning around from starting to walk down the stairs, he stood and starred at me, waiting for my question.
"Uh, are those," I pointed my thumb in the direction of our room. "Our suitcases?"
Tom nodded.
"What?" Conner questioned. "Really?"
"Yup. Everything you need are in those suitcases." Tom said, looking amused at our shocked expressions.
"That's impossible." Annabeth scoffed. "You can't fit everything I need for a whole year into one suitcase."
"Actually, we can." Tom replied. "It's called magic, I believe you've heard of it?"
"Dang." Conner said in a monotone voice. "Shots fired."
"Shut up, Conner!" Annabeth shot at him. "Yes, I've heard of it! We've been talking about it all freaking day."
"Then what's your problem, miss?"
"It's just...just not possible." Annabeth said, looking up at him.
"Only if you believe it's not." He replied. "Believe and the impossible becomes possible." He gave her an amused and started walking down the stairs. "Have a good night and may you dreams be full of magic!"
That sounded like some corny thing only people would say in those really corny movies or books.
"Annabeth?" I heard Malcom's voice say so I turned around from watching the receding barman to look at the blonde. A small smile played her lips as she looked at the stairs.
"Annabeth, what's wrong?" Malcom questioned again. Annabeth cocked her head in his direction.
"Nothing," she answered. "Lets check our suitcases and go to bed, shall we?"
