Percy pov

Worst. Plane ride. Ever.

Percy did not enjoy the flight, though neither did Thalia. After they got all their stuff, they looked for a red haired man, just as Chiron had told them to. "So who are we looking for?" Percy asked "a man named, Arty weasel ?" Nico said, rather confused as the Frank was not here to translate the sheet of paper. "Um its actually Arthur Weasley." A voice said. They all looked to find a middle aged man with red hair. "Let me guess, you're the reinforcements from America?" "Yep" Percy said, popping the p. " Well, follow me."

*at the order cause why not*

Harry POV (finally)

We were waiting, and by we I mean Me, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George. We all waited, why you ask? Because we were waiting for the transfers to arrive. The twins had a bet going with Ron about when they would arrive. Me and Ginny were talking about Quidditch (the best sport ever ) and Hermione was reading a book (not even surprised)

The door opened and there stood Mr Weasley with a few teenagers. The one at the front looked kinda like me. He had wind swept black hair and sea green eyes. The boy was also tan and muscular. I soon noticed that all them looked rather strong.

Next to my look a like stood a boy with blond hair and sky blue eyes.

Next to him stood a girl. She had black hair and electric blue eyes. Also for some strange reason she had a silver tiara adorned on her head. Weird. And finally, behind the tiara girl stood two teens. One was a boy the other a girl. The girl had black skin and hazelnut hair. Her eyes however, were very interesting. They were pure golden, like that of a of a treasure chest.

The boy had deathly pale skin and pitch black eyes that felt like they were looking through me. However, before any of us could talk to them, Mr Weasley ushered them into the room where all they adults were.

I looked back at my friends, we all had the same look on our face. Who are these people.

Percy POV

We walked into the other room, away from the other people who were there. He and the others looked around at the other people in the room. A man with strange blue eye spoke up and said "I assume these are the ones?" Jason walked to the front "I know we may not look like much, but most of us have been through at least one war."

A woman with red hair gasped. "At least? You poor dears." The other adults in the room look surprised. Finally, after a few minutes of no one talking, a man with messy black hair spoke. "Well, might as well learn each others names.

The man with the strange eye said, "Mad eye Moody, oh and, we know about your parentage."