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Grover

Grover decided he hated apparition. It had been almost half an hour since they arrived at the Burrow, the Weasley's house, and he still felt sick. He sat on the couch, clutching a glass of water in his hand and taking small sips. All he really wanted, however, was a nice aluminum can to chew on.

"Are you okay, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I-I'm good," he said, not looking at her directly.

"Well, if you feel ready for some lunch, let me know," she said before leaving Grover alone in the room. Everyone else was finishing off their lunches. Every few minutes, Percy or Annabeth would poke their heads in the room and ask if he was alright.

Grover decided to lie down and see if he could take a quick cat nap... or, goat nap.

He downed the last bit of his water and put the glass on the short table in front of him. He lay down on the couch, pulling his hat snugly over his ears. This didn't stop him from hearing the British wizards talking to each other about Percy, Annabeth, and him.

"...so strange. Have you seen Grover's arms? He's as hairy as Hagrid," Ron hissed.

"And why didn't they have wands beforehand? It makes no sense at all," Hermione replied in a whisper.

"They seem nice enough," Ginny said.

"And why wasn't Percy soaked like the rest of us?" Harry questioned. Grover shifted on the couch uncomfortably, hoping that they would stop talking about them, realizing he was there.

"Uh... Grover's on the couch," Ginny whispered quietly.

"Let's go upstairs," Harry said. Grover heard their footsteps disappearing upstairs.

Once he was sure they were gone, Grover shot up and ran into the dining room, his nausea leaving him for fear.

"Guys! They're getting suspicious," Grover whisper-screamed. Percy and Annabeth, who were still sitting on the table, looked up abruptly from their conversation.

"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked, turning to face Grover.

"I heard them talking about how you were dry and why we didn't have wands already, and why I'm so hairy," Grover explained in a hushed tone. Percy stifled a laugh at that last one. "It's not funny!" Grover complained. "Chiron said we couldn't reveal ourselves at any cost,"

"Sorry, you're right, this is a really serious hair issue," Percy said, suppressing a smile. Annabeth rolled her eyes at him.

"I agree with Grover, we have to be more careful," Annabeth said. "Especially because-" she stopped abruptly, her face paling. Grover thought maybe someone was listening to their conversation, but when he turned around, there was no one there.

"What's wrong?" Grover asked. Annabeth shook her head quickly and waved her hand in a "I don't want to talk about it" fashion.

"Wise Girl," Percy said in a slightly condescending tone. Annabeth sighed and relented.

"When Ginny, Hermione, and I were in one of the stores, I saw... I think... I think I saw the Fates," she said in a low voice. Percy's eyes filled with concern.

"What do you mean? What did they do?" he asked.

"They were holding two strings... but they didn't cut either of them. They kept almost cutting them, but then stopping, like they weren't sure if those two people were going to die yet. They were... they were looking at me," Annabeth said slowly. Her stormy grey eyes were focused on the floor, flickering back in forth as if observing some giant map.

"That may not mean anything," Percy said comfortingly. "Remember when the Fates appeared when we were twelve, and I thought they were cutting my string, but it wasn't,"

"Yeah! And anyways, you said they didn't cut the strings, right? So that means whosever strings those are, they may not... you know..." Grover said. Annabeth looked up and smiled slightly, seemingly comforted by Grover and Percy's words.

"You're right. Besides, it's the first day of school tomorrow. We have much more important things to worry about right now," Annabeth said.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Grover learnt a lot about Hogwarts. He discovered that they received mail by owls, was taught about the House Cup, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers that never stayed longer than a year for various reasons.

But soon enough, the next morning arrived, and Grover was feeling as sick as the day before. Much to his dismay, they did have to apparate to get to the train station for Hogwarts. He managed to keep himself from losing his breakfast all over the floor of King's Cross Station.

Grover was actually beginning to get used to the surprises that the magical world was throwing at him. Unfortunately, there was one he wasn't expecting.

"You want us to do what?!" Grover exclaimed.

"Run through that wall," Ron's father, Arthur Weasley said. Both he and Molly had come to see them off at the station.

They stood in front of the wall in between platform 9 and 10. Grover clutched the straps of his bag to his chest. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had carts carrying all their stuff, whereas Annabeth, Percy, and Grover had large duffel bags instead.

On Harry's cart sat a snowy white owl named Hedwig who Grover quite enjoyed talking to.

It's fine, trust me. I get taken through every year. It's not as scary as it looks, Hedwig told him. Grover chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, still unsure of what to do. He looked at Percy who was staring at the wall with an unsure look as if deciding whether it was dangerous or not.

"Watch me," Hermione said. She positioned herself directly in front of the wall and ran towards it. Grover let out a small yelp as she made impact, but instead of crashing, like if she was running at any normal brick wall, she seemed to go right through it and disappear.

"Whoa!" Percy said, his widening.

Harry and Ron followed Hermione through the wall, disappearing as they touched the bricks. Percy grinned wildly and stepped up to the wall. He took a breath and then ran through it.

"Come on Grover, it's now or never," Annabeth said, grabbing his arm and pulling him through the wall. Grover let out a short yelp and shut his eyes as he came in contact with the wall.

"Is it over?" he squeaked, his eyes still closed tightly. "Have I been smushed?"

"Dude, you're fine," Percy said, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder. Grover opened his eyes slowly.

They were standing by another platform, a large steam engine on the track beside them that read "Hogwarts Express" On the platform sign, "93/4" was written in white letters. Grover touched the wall behind him. Solid.

Suddenly, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appeared beside him, making him jump.

"Come on now, don't dawdle, on the train," Molly said, pushing them towards the train. They exchanged a few quick good-byes with the two adults before getting on the train with Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny.

Ginny left them to sit in a compartment with a few of her friends, leaving the other six in a compartment of their own.

The wizards and demigods sat across from each other. There was a long pause as the train started up. Grover adjusted his hat and shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"Grover, stop fidgeting," Annabeth said tiredly.

"Annabeth, did you sleep alright?" Hermione asked. "I woke up for a minute very early and you weren't in your bed," All three of the girls had to share a room the night before.

"Oh, I just had a lot on my mind, I guess," she murmured. Over Annabeth's head, Percy and Grover shared a knowing look. Annabeth hadn't stopped worrying about the Fates, despite their attempts to comfort her.

"Why don't you try to get some sleep then," Percy suggested. Annabeth was about to protest, but Percy shushed her. "Just take a nap, Wise Girl," he insisted, putting an arm around her.

Annabeth gave in and shifted around so her feet were curled underneath her and she was leaning on Percy. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.

Percy looked down at Annabeth with a small smile. Though he had been absent for a while, Grover assumed the new couple were getting along fine. For years, Grover had known Percy had feelings for Annabeth, and that was even before Percy knew himself.

"Oh, Hermione, my glasses. Could you fix them?" Harry said, taking off his glasses and handing them to Hermione. She took out a wand of her own and pointed them at the broken frame.

"Oculus Reparo," she said clearly. The tape around the bridge of the glasses fell off, leaving the frame looking brand new.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the compartment door. Grover looked up to see a girl with long, dirty blonde hair down to her waist. She was carrying a stack of brightly coloured magazines and was wearing coloured glasses that made her look like an owl. She placed her glasses on top of her head, revealing a pair of silvery grey eyes and pale eyebrows. She slid the compartment doors and smiled, seeming slightly dazed.

"Are there any wrackspurts in here?" she asked.

"Luna, what exactly are you wearing?" Ron asked with slight distaste in his tone. Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up to give Luna a quick hug.

"They're Spectrespecs. There are free pairs in this months Quibbler," she said in reply to Ron's question, holding up a copy of one of the magazines.

"Hello, who are you?" she asked Grover and Percy.

"I'm Percy and this is Grover," Percy said, waving slightly. "Oh, and this is Annabeth," he added, pointing to her.

"Oh, are you exchange students?" she asked. Grover was surprised at how she knew that.

"Yeah," Percy said slowly. "From America,"

"Well, that's nice. Would you like a copy?" she asked, holding out one of the magazines. Grover took a copy, more to be nice than because he was particularly interested in the content.

"Well, I should get going. More Spectrespecs to give out. I'll see you later. Maybe we'll take one of the carriages together," she said in the same dreamy tone. She left the compartment, sliding the door closed behind her.

"Well, that's Luna for you," Ron said, mostly to himself.

"What is the Quibbler, exactly?" Percy asked.

"It's a magazine. Luna's father is the editor," Hermione explained.

Grover scanned the cover. In the bottom left corner was a rather unsettling caption. "You-Know-Who's Reign of Terror" Grover bit his lip nervously and put the magazine down. He was going to put off anything having to do with that subject matter for as long as he could.

I know, not the best chapter end, sorry.

Quick acknowledgements: thanks to LuLuLucian444 for suggesting Grover's POV for this chapter, and to Haley Renee who recommended I write Hermione next. That'll be coming up next! And, of course, a huge thanks to everyone who is reading this right now! It makes my day whenever I get a new review or story follower! :)

Also, comment for more bad goat humor! XD I'm so not funny...