"So this is your house," said Travis Stoll as he entered the house along with his brother, the Weasleys and Harry Potter.

"Yup," answered George.

"It's not much, but it's still home," continued Fred.

"It's cool. We know how that feels," said Connor.

Almost everything was enchanted. The dishes did themselves, there was knitting suspended in the air and the grandfather clock (which really wasn't a clock) turned and rang on arrival. Upon closer inspection the Stoll siblings could see pictures of every member of the Weasley family on the end of the hands and instead of numbers, names of places were in place.

"Aw man, Cabin 9 and Cabin 6 would go nuts over these," commented Connor.

"You said it, bro," agreed Travis. "You said it.

"Why?" asked the Ron.

"Because both cabins like to make things," answered Travis.

"We should tell them this when we get to see them again. This would give us less chores to do and more free time for us," suggested Connor grinning. At this, Ron, Harry and Ginny frantically searched their pockets and wallets for anything 'missing.'

Just then, a plump looking small woman rounded a corner and greeted and hugged each one of them. "You've all grown so much since the last time I saw all of you. And you two must be Travis and Connor Stoll. I'm Molly" she said. "My sons didn't tell me you two were twins."

"We're not," said Travis. "I'm Travis and the this is my younger brother by a year, Connor."

"Hello, ma'am. It's nice to meet you," Connor said politely. She had that motherly feel to her like Sally. He had a feeling that the two women would like each other should they ever meet.

"Aren't you sweet," commented Molly. Connor smiled at her. Beside him, Travis began choking and coughing on a piece of bagel that he was nibble on. "Oh dear, are you all right?" she asked in worry.

Travis hit his chest a few more times before responding. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." He assured her, smiling.

Molly once again smiled at them. "Let's get you two settled and then we'll eat."

"So what school do you boys go to?" asked Arthur, who the Stolls found out was the husband of Molly and the father of the Weasleys.

"My brother and I go to this camp called Camp Half-Blood all year round," replied Travis.

"An all year round camp?" said Harry. "That's the first that I've ever heard of it."

"Yeah," said Connor. "It's a pretty special camp and it's literally home."

"Why is it call Camp Half-Blood?" asked a man named Remus Lupin.

The Stoll brothers looked at each other before Connor said, "You're older. You answer this."

"You suck!" said Travis before continuing on. "Hm, how do I explain this. You see, some words have meanings more than one. We only have one 'pureblood' in our camp, unless of course, you count the nymphs that work there. The 'pureblood' that works there, Mr. D., he's only there because his father is punishing him. There are no "muggleborns" there. Well, we have one but she's a special case."

"Don't let Rachel hear you say that," warned Connor. "She'll gut you like a fish." Travis shuddered.

"What's so special about this camp that only half-bloods get to go?" asked Ginny.

Connor and Travis shared a secretive smile. "As Travis said, some words have meanings more than one. Besides, there are things in life that you don't question and this is one of them." The message was clear: end of story.

"So what do you do in this camp?" asked Tonks, wife of Remus.

"We have Sword Fighting, Archery, Wrestling, Canoeing, Rock Climbing, Foot and Chariot Races-"

"You do that in camp?" asked Harry bewildered. The two brothers nodded. "I didn't know that there's a camp like that."

The Stolls once again shared smile. "It's a special camp."

After dinner, Ginny wrote to Hermione about she learned from the Stolls about the camp before going off to find Harry. At the room next to hers, the Weasley twins hanged out the Stolls.

"So you guys can actually sword fight?" asked George.

"Yup," said Connor. "Want us to teach you two how to?"

"Bloody hell, yes!" exclaimed the twins.

"Alright, could we see your wands?" asked Travis. Fred and George gave them their wands. The Stolls took them and mutter a spell in Ancient Greek. The wands glowed before transforming into two three-feet long Celestial Bronze swords.

"Wicked," the twins murmured.

"There you go!" said Connor.

"Are we seriously going to use this?" asked Fred.

"Yup! Don't worry, it will only harm us dem, er, half bloods like my brother and I and the other transfer students," said Connor.

"Alright! Let's begin." Stated Travis. Connor and Travis's own wands glowed before taking the form of swords. "First you need to know the parts of the sword. This part is called the. . ."

A glow from the window distracted the boys from Sword Lessons 101. They looked out of the window to find the house surrounded by flames. Moments later, two figures ran out to the field while another two ran to follow them only to be stopped by the flames. Wide-eyed, the four boys dashed out of their room and to the front door to find Remus, Tonks, Harry, Ginny and Arthur missing.

The Stoll brothers stood to the side and cursed. "If only Percy, Ariana or Leo was here. They could have stopped the fire," said Travis.

"There's really nothing we could do at this point except try to lessen the fire," replied Connor. He willed his sword into a wand again and pointed it to the ring of fire. "Aguamenti!"

Jets of water shot from the tips of his wand and into the fire, trying to put it out. His brother and the others noticed and followed. A crash from above distracted them and they turned to see fire coming from the broken windows of the Weasley house.

Spending my Christmas week planning lessons for wizards was not my idea of fun. My original plan was to spend it at home with my family plus Nico, but noooo. Stupid Death Eaters had to attack the Weasleys. Bah! The Stolls were asked by Fred and George to stay with them over the break and that's how we knew. That and Lou had a dream about the attack.

"Ariana!" The yell of my name plus the snapping of fingers in front of my face snapped me out of my reverie.

"Yeah, what is it?" I asked.

"I asked if you're fine with being the head instructor along with Will."

"Yeah, I'll be fine with that," I replied. "But why us and not you and Percy?"

"Because you're a bit more verse with the activities than Percy, especially with the bow," she replied. I raised an eyebrow at that. "Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on him."

"Right through the heart, Annabeth!" dramatized Percy.

Annabeth had only rolled her eyes in response. "Better start those plans with him."

On my way to Will's cabin, I stopped by Leo's place to ask him if he could fix Tsunami since it got chipped badly on my spar with Percy.

Hermione Granger was spending Christmas break at a Paris, France when she received a letter via owl from her best girl friend in her hotel.

Hermione,

How's French Christmas? I hope it's better than mine. Nothing eventful happened aside from the fact that Fred and George invited the Stolls over. Can you imagine how chaotic that is going to be? Fred and George are enough to drive me crazy and with those two? Merlin, I can only hope I survive by the end of this week. Anyways, I just want you to know that the transfer students go to this all year round camp called Camp Half-Blood. How supremacist, right? They said that there's only one pureblood and muggleborn there, but the pureblood is being punished and that the muggleborn is a special since they most of the time don't let them in. I asked them what so special about their camp and Travis (or Connor, I can never tell them apart) said that some names have meanings more than one and that 'there are things in life that you don't question and this is one of them.' They think they're so-o-o superior than us. Anyways, I hope you have a good time there in Paris.

Ginny

Hermione read the letter a few more times before setting it down. She would right back later, but first she needed to do a little researching. She went to the nearest wizard library (which took quite a while to find) and looked up American wizarding schools (which also took a while since most of the schools were not publicized like the ones in Europe.) But none were called Camp Half-Blood. She even looked up wizard camps in the United States since some students and/or parents preferred to be homeschooled, but nothing.

Could Camp Half-Blood be a fictional place? One more thing, what school or camp would name itself Half-Blood? Blood supremacist much? And what's with the cryptic answers? Why can't they just outright say the reason behind that?

But one thing is for sure. Hermione was going to get to the bottom of these transfer students. Even if it's the last thing she'll ever do.

Happy Independence Day you guys! Happy Birthday Alfred F. Jones! And happy belated birthday to Matthew Williams (aka Canada)! Yes, I've been obsessing with Hetalia for some time now. ;P Anyways, here's the next chapter; I hope you guys like it. Feel free to comment and I welcome reviews and constructive criticism. If there's any spelling or grammar error please tell me via PM or reviews. Please no flamers. I don't own Percy Jackson nor Harry Potter. I hope you guys have a great 4th of July. Stay safe and stay tuned! :D