A/N

See bottom A/N for pet survey link.

In response to Slimer, Solangelo has not broken up. Will was merely very angry with his father for being overprotective and not allowing him to go on the quest with the others. Even though he took some of that anger out on Nico, that doesn't mean they've broken up.

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Hazel's POV | Charing Cross Road

Hazel's feet slammed to the ground and her knees buckled. The world seemed to be spinning, spiraling around her. There was an uncontrollable pressure in her ears and her stomach seemed to have twisted into a knot.

A hand forced her chin upward and a steaming liquid was poured into her mouth. Hazel coughed, spluttering, as steam poured out of her ears and nose. The pressure faded from her ears and her headache dissipated slightly, but the stomach pains persisted.

Hazel looked up to see the grizzled haired man stomping past her. He forced a bubbling flask to Leo's lips, then moved onto Frank, who looked like he was about to puke. She noticed with a start that one of the man's legs was missing, replaced by an oaken peg. His every other step was punctuated with a loud clunk as he went about, distributing potion to the queasy demigods.

Her head a bit clearer, Hazel straightened up, putting a hand on the concrete beneath her for support. They were sitting on the sidewalk of a busy paved street. People bustled about, doing their daily shopping in the bright summer sun. None of the people seemed to have noticed that eleven very queasy travelers had just appeared in their midst.

Annabeth was gazing, slack jawed, at a sign reading 'Charing Cross Rd'. With a jolt, Hazel realized they had just traveled across the entire Atlantic in the space of a few short seconds. Obviously having just come to the same realization, Leo seized the no longer glowing hula-hoop, examining it with a wild look in his eyes.

Having finished dispensing the potion, Moody stowed the empty bottle beneath his cloak and turned to face the rest of the group.

"Come on, you lot." He said gruffly, beckoning them towards a shabby looking pub. "Keep your heads down; don't talk until I've given you the clear, and Merlin's Beard, boy— give me that hula-hoop." He snatched the hoop from a disappointed looking Leo and made it disappear with a wave of his wand.

Hazel allowed herself to be shuffled into the pub with the rest of her friends, still trying to grasp the enormity of what had just happened. The inside of the store was very dark. A large group of men were sitting in the corner, drinking from frothing golden goblets and guffawing raucously. The bartender, an old, bald man, was polishing a glass from behind the counter.

"Tom!" Moody barked briskly. "I'll need the biggest parlour room you've got."

The old man nodded, setting the glass down immediately and grabbing a ring of keys off of the wall.

"Right this way." He said wheezily, leading them to the back of the pub. After fumbling with the keys for a minute, he unlocked a battered looking oaken door and stepped to the side to let them pass. Moody passed him a few golden coins, then shuffled everyone into the room, closing and locking the door behind them.

The room was occupied mostly by a long, wooden table. A cobbled fireplace was set in the wall directly to the right of the doorway. The other man, Kingsley, pointed his wand at it and a fire burst to life, crackling merrily behind the grate. The room was filled with a bright, flickering light and Hazel felt warmth wash over her.

Once the demigods had taken their seats, Jason opened his mouth to speak.

"Where—?" He began, but Moody silenced him with a scathing look, pulling a wand from beneath his cloak. He paced back and forth in front of the locked door, murmuring to himself and tapping on the door with his wand tip. After a minute or so he stopped at the head of the table, standing with one arm over the back of the chair.

"Welcome to London." He said croakily.

Nico's POV | Some Weird A** Pub in London

This had to be one of the weirdest things Nico had ever done— and he'd done some pretty odd things.

He'd survived for 7 days in a jar on only Pomegranate seeds, but as the Lord of the Dead's son, things like that happened to him all the time. This, on the other hand, was an entire new spectrum.

Unless his mind was playing tricks on him, he was pretty sure he had just traveled halfway across the world using a glowing hula-hoop, was then forced into the backroom of some pub by a man with a fake eye and leg, and was now sitting at a dining table in a room lit by a magical fire.

All in a day's work, he guessed.

The woman with pink hair, Tonks, was now passing out letters to the demigods. Nico took his silently. The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment. On the front, written in emerald-green script, read:

Mr. N. di Angelo

The Leaky Cauldron

Charing Cross Rd.

London

Percy snorted beside him.

"The Leaky Cauldron?" He laughed. "Must not get a lot of business."

"It's only the most famous place in Magical Britain." Tonks said conversationally, hopping onto the table so her feet swung lazily above the ground. "Go on then, open up your letters."

Nico flipped the envelope over. On the back was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a larger letter H. Puzzled, Nico broke the seal and slid the letter from the envelope. There were several papers inside, all made from the same heavy parchment as the envelope. He unfolded the first one and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. di Angelo,

We are pleased to inform you that your transfer has been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven o'clock.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Both Percy and Jason were red faced, trying not to laugh.

"Hogwarts?" Leo asked feebly. The wizards started blankly at him, confused.

"What about it?" Tonks asked, narrowing her eyes.

Oblivious to all of this, Annabeth was looking crestfallen.

"We await your owl no later than July 31st?" She read aloud. "That was over a week ago! None of us have had the time to reply!"

"Owl—?" Frank began, but Annabeth cut him off.

"It's the wizarding way of sending letters." She snapped.

"That's all been settled already." Kingsley assured her. "The letters are just to help with your cover."

"Minerva?" Hazel asked, also reading from the letter. "Isn't that the Roman aspect of—"

"Athena, yeah." Piper said. "She must be pretty smart."

Nico, meanwhile, was unfolding the second piece of paper.

PERMISSION for VISIT to HOGSMEADE for

This document herby serves to state the aforementioned third-year+ student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade at such a time that the school arranges and with the signature of the undersigned parent or guardian.

The student shall abide by all such rules & regulations relevant to such expeditions and set by the school as per article 528/Z of the 1714 Edict.

Print Name _

Relation _

Signature _

Beneath was the same decorated crest as the seal on the envelope.

"Ah, yes." Moody said, reading over Nico's shoulder. "Go ahead and print your names at the top and pass those forms to me. As your assigned guardians while you are here, Kingsley and I are able to give permission. Kingsley, if you would."

Kingsley nodded and waved his wand again, sending feathered quills and ink bottles flying across the table to each of the demigods.

Leo looked completely bewildered, examining the quill as though it were some alien object. Nico sighed and picked up the quill, dipping it in the ink well before him. Having been born in the 1930s, he had had experience with fountain pens, which were quite similar to this quill.

He scratched out a fairly decent 'Nico di Angelo' at the top of the form and slid the paper towards Moody. Both Annabeth and Hazel had also managed to write using the quill. Annabeth pulled out a third piece of parchment and began to read it, lips moving silently.

There was a loud crack as Frank snapped the delicate quill between his giant fingers, sending ink flying everywhere.

"Sorry!" He yelped.

"Not to worry." Kingsley said in a slow and reassuring voice. He waved his wand, vanishing the ink and causing the two halves of the quill to meld back together.

"5th year?" Annabeth said, looking up from her letter. "But we don't know any magic!"

"Ah, yes." Tonks coughed. "That posed a bit of a problem at first, but with the help of the Headmaster and the Potions professor at Hogwarts, we've managed to solve it."

"They've brewed a potion that allows for your brain to become much more receptive to learning." Kingsley explained. "It'll make you remember things more easily, grasp concepts more quickly and help expand your magical core to what we would hope to see in 5th year students. Speaking of which…" He set his wand on the table and pulled a second from beneath his cloak.

"So basically like magical learning steroids?" Leo asked.

"Yep!" Tonks said. She lowered her voice. "Only don't mention it to anyone at Hogwarts… It's highly illegal and extremely dangerous if used incorrectly."

"Sweet…" Leo muttered.

"Here." Kingsley said, handing the second wand to Jason. He took it, looking confused.

"Give it a wave!" Moody said impatiently.

Looking extremely nervous, Jason waved the wand. Nico ducked as Jason's letter came flying towards him like a speeding bullet. It embedded itself into the back of his chair and hung there, quivering.

"Sorry!" Jason yelped, setting the wand down hastily. Nico glared at him.

"Excellent!" Tonks said happily, taking the wand back from Jason. "We had to make sure you lot had a magical core, otherwise the whole plan would've been a bust. We're still learning how your powers transfer over into our world. It's odd, isn't it? Are you all really the kids of Greek gods?"

"Roman…" Frank muttered.

"Yes, yes it's all very interesting." Moody growled. "But we're not here to discuss heritage. We've got a job to do."

"What's that?" Hazel asked nervously.

"Take you lot shopping." Moody said, jabbing a thick finger at the group. "Then get you settled in your rooms. Tomorrow your teachers will stop by to begin lessons."

Nico had pulled out the third and final piece of parchment. It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Uniform

Fifth-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

Course Books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 5) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magic and Mythology by Ariel Verbeck

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

Intermediate Transfiguration by Emetic Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard

Other Equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

"A toad…" Percy mumbled. "Makes sense."

"Wonderful!" Tonks said, standing and clapping her hands together. "I'll take the girls with me then."

They stood and, Hazel throwing a nervous glance over her shoulder, left the room.

"You three." Moody barked, jabbing fingers at Jason, Percy and Leo. "With me."

Looking rather displeased with their assigned wizard, the three stood and followed Moody from the room.

"That leaves you two with me." Kingsley said as Nico and Frank stood.

Frank shot Nico a nervous glance as Kingsley led the way from the room. Nico sighed. Needless to say, this was going to be an long trip.

Jason's POV | Diagon Alley

Moody led the three of them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trashcan and a few weeds.

"It's okay," Percy said, laying a hand reassuringly on Moody's shoulder. "I have a terrible sense of direction too. My girlfriend, on the other—"

Moody brushed Percy's hand away, completely ignoring him, and drew his wand. He strode forward, tapping one of the bricks three times with the tip of his wand. The brick twitched. It wriggled, melding into the surrounding bricks, forming a large archway onto which a cobbled street twisted and turned out of sight.

Jason followed Moody through the archway, jaw agape. The sun shone brightly down onto the shops, illuminating their flamboyant window displays and drawing Jason's eyes to them like a magnet. A stack of shimmering cauldrons sat outside of the nearest shop, under a sign declaring: Cauldrons– All Sizes -Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver – Self-Stirring – Collapsible.

"Come along now." Moody said gruffly, shuffling the three of them down the street. He steered them into a shop posted as Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, setting the bell jingling as he pushed open the door.

"Er- your wizardness?" Leo began awkwardly. "We don't really have any money…" He trailed off as Moody glared at him, electric-blue eye vibrating with intensity.

"Hogwarts maintains funding for those who cannot afford to purchase school supplies." He growled, pulling three small bags from beneath his cloak and handing them out. "Due to the special circumstances, the Headmaster himself has also provided additional funding."

Jason peered curiously into his bag. It was filled with golden, silver, and bronze coins, similar to the Roman currency, though slightly larger in shape.

"The golden ones are galleons." Moody explained, his magical eye rolling into the back of his head as he presumably scanned the shop for threats. "The silver and bronze coins are sickles and knuts, respectively. Seventeen sickles to a galleon and twenty-nine knuts to a sickle."

Jason looked hopelessly at Percy, having already forgotten the exchanges. Leo, however, stepped forward eagerly, the golden coins glinting in his hand.

"How that translate into mortal money?" He asked excitedly.

"It's about five muggle pounds to a galleon—" Moody began suspiciously.

"5 pounds…" Leo muttered to himself. "That'd be about seven dollars in American—"

"It varies quite a bit." Moody said, cutting him off. "You'll have enough for everything you need this year." He turned, leading them further into the shop.

Percy leaned towards Jason.

"I don't think that's what he was wondering about." He whispered. Jason grinned.

At the back of the shop was a woman dressed in pale purple robes. She was pinning a long black robe onto a small boy with curly blonde hair of about eleven. A second witch, also wearing purple robes, bustled forward.

"Hogwarts?" She asked Moody, glancing at Jason and the others. He nodded, and the woman led Leo to a stool, slipping a robe over his head.

"How do I look?" Leo grinned, waggling his eyebrows and raising his arms dramatically over his head.

"Like a Halloween costume gone wrong." Jason laughed as the witch went about her work, pinning the robe to the correct length.

"That's you done, dear." The first witch said to the small boy. He hopped down from his stool, casting a terrified look at Jason, before rushing from the shop.

Jason glanced at Percy, who shrugged.

"Next, please." The woman called impatiently. Jason hurried forward, stepping onto the stool.

After they had all been fitted, Madam Malkin gave Moody a slip of paper.

"The robes should be ready in approximately twenty minutes." She said. "Come by any time after then."

"Where to next?" Leo asked excitedly once they were back out on the cobbled street.

"Potion ingredients." Moody said gruffly.

It smelled terrible inside the Apothecary. It was so bad, Jason shifted the breezes slightly to keep the scents as far away from him as possible. As Moody ordered three supplies of basic potion ingredients, the three walked about the store, examining the various feathers and herbs.

After the Apothecary they purchased quills and parchment, Jason promising himself to use a pen instead, then traveled to a basic supplies store, where they bought cauldrons, scales and telescopes. Laden down with bags, Moody led the three towards a store posted as Flourish and Blotts.

The inside of the shop was stacked to the ceiling with books bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. A plump woman with a kindly face was already at the counter, so Jason and the others browsed around instead, waiting for her to finish.

"Where'd Moody go?" Percy asked suddenly. Jason looked up. Sure enough, Moody was nowhere to be seen.

"Dunno." He muttered. "Weird…"

"That'll be 39 sickles, ma'am." Said the man behind the counter.

"Oh dear…" The woman said worriedly, rummaging about in her purse. "And I've still got a broom to buy— he might have to settle for the seven… Heaven knows how much the newest Cleansweep costs."

Leo was staring at the woman, frowning. He then strode forward purposely, looking over his shoulder to grin back at Jason and Percy.

"Leo!" Percy cried out in warning, but it was too late. Leo crashed into woman, knocking her purse and several books to the floor.

"Sorry!" He yelped, scrambling on the ground to retrieve the fallen books and purse.

"That's quite alright, dear." The woman said kindly as Leo handed over her things. "It happens to the best of us." She went back to digging through her purse as Leo walked sheepishly back towards Jason and Percy.

"What were you thinking, man?" Jason asked, trying to conceal a grin. Leo shrugged.

"Oh!" Said the woman at the counter suddenly. "Silly me, I must've misplaced my galleons." She drew a few golden coins from her purse and handed them to the cashier. "Have a nice day!" She called over her shoulder as she left the shop, setting the bell jingling.

"Did you just," Percy began slowly. "Reverse pickpocket that woman?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Leo said serenely, examining a fancy-looking purple book.

"How may I help you?" The cashier asked in a bored voice.

"We need three sets of these books." Moody said, handing him a supplies list.

"Where did you come from?" Jason exclaimed. Moody looked at him, his chiseled face twisting into what might've been a confused expression.

"I've been here the entire time, boy." He growled.

After they had paid for their books, the four made their way back onto the street, which had grown considerably darker and less crowded.

Moody glanced at a clock hanging from one of the shops.

"The robes should be done." He said. "We can pick them up now or get your wands first—"

"Wands first." Jason said immediately, and Leo and Percy nodded their agreement.

Moody led them even further down the street. Jason was sure they were going to go into a large, snowy white building when they passed it— after all, a wand seemed like a very important thing, but Moody steered them left into a shabby looking shop. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

As they approached the shop, Annabeth, Piper and Hazel exited, followed by Tonks.

"How was it?" Percy asked Annabeth eagerly.

"He's kinda creepy." She replied. "But the wands are amazing. When I found mine…" She trailed off, eyes glistening over.

Annabeth was right. Mr. Ollivander was creepy. He stood, watching them with wide, pale eyes as he handed them wand after wand. He didn't seem perturbed as to why they were purchasing wands at such an old age, merely standing by, occasionally making comments about their grips.

After what seemed like the hundredth wand he had waved, Jason took a pale white wand from Mr. Ollivander's proffered hand and gave it a flick, prepared for another vase to explode or go flying across the room. This, however, was not the case. A bright light seemed to be emanating from not the tip of the wand, but the wood itself. It filled the room with glorious sunlight, and Jason shut his eyes, blinded. It only lasted for a few second before the light receding and the wand sat, seemingly humming, in Jason's hand.

"Aspen and unicorn hair." Mr. Ollivander said, placing Jason's wand back into its box and wrapping it in brown paper. "Ten and a half inches— nice and supple. Fascinating..."

Jason found the wand quite fascinating as well. He took the box back from Mr. Ollivander, smiling nervously at Percy and Leo, both of whom were gazing at him, jaws agape.

"Now, now." Mr. Ollivander said, turning back to the two. "No need to feel discouraged. We will find you both a match yet."

It only took two more tries before red sparks shot from the end of the wand Leo was holding like a firework, throwing dancing spots of colored light onto the walls. Leo grinned, obviously pleased, as Mr. Ollivander wrapped his wand for him.

"Ebony and unicorn hair— quite an interesting combination." Mr. Ollivander murmured. "Twelve and a half inches. Reasonably whippy…"

Percy, meanwhile, was becoming frustrated. He slammed another wand onto the counter, not bothering to pick up the boxes that had fallen to the floor.

"Percy…" Jason began, noticing a blue aura starting to glow around him.

"Are you okay, sir?" Mr. Ollivander asked nervously, stepping forward.

"I'm fine." Percy growled through gritted teeth. He thrust forward a hand to take another wand from Mr. Ollivander, but something odd happened. A faint wining noise seemed to be coming from the back of the shop. Jason had just enough time to duck before a box came soaring over his head, a wand spinning out of it and into Percy's outstretched hand.

As soon as wand and hand connected, the wining noise stopped. The discarded boxes on the floor seemed to levitate for a fraction of a second before crashing back towards the floor.

"Oh, bravo!" Mr. Ollivander cried, clapping his hands together. "Very good! Very good indeed!" He took Percy's wand from him, summoning its fallen box with a flick of his own wand. "Blackthorn and dragon heartstring… Twelve inches. Unyielding."

"Dragon heartstring?" Jason mouthed at Percy. Percy shrugged, obviously trying to hide a grin as Mr. Ollivander wrapped his wand and handed it back to him.

They paid for the wands, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from the shop.


A/N (please read)

If you want to know the others' wand types, you can find them right here. It would be completely redundant to try and work them all smoothly into the story so I'm just going to list them below. All of them were picked with personalities in mind. Feel free to look the features up on Pottermore, you'll find they fit quite well.

At the bottom will also be a survey link asking for opinions on pets for the eight.

Percy: Blackthorn and dragon heartstring. Twelve inches. Unyielding.

Jason: Aspen and unicorn hair. Ten and a half inches. Nice and supple.

Leo: Ebony and unicorn hair. Twelve and a half inches. Reasonably whippy.

Nico: Hawthorn and phoenix feather. Ten and a half inches. Unyielding.

Frank: Larch and unicorn hair. Ten inches. Springy.

Annabeth: Walnut and dragon heartstring. Eleven inches. Reasonably stiff.

Piper: Willow and dragon heartstring. Eleven and half inches. Unyielding.

Hazel: Hazel (I know, but it fit best) and dragon heartstring. Ten and a half inches. Nice and supple.

Link to survey on pets: It won't let me put the survey link here, but just search up AdamantlyAmiable on SurveyMonkey and you should find it.

I am definitely not going to give everybody pets; that would be ridiculous. There are also some people that I feel wouldn't be suited to having a pet (Leo, for example- he's more of the machinery type) but if the majority of people want it, it will be so.

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