Hello my fellow magical or godly folks! So you may have noticed that I switched one of the main characters from Nico to Malcom. Yes, I know it's disappointing because who doesn't love our fave Italian son of Hades? But there is a reason for it, so please let me explain. I got the time line wrong (a little) so I had to adjust the main story line. But it works, so no need to worry. In the beginning of chapter 2, Teddy mentioned Reagan's scars. Those came from the battle of Manhattan. I kind of forgotten about the year gap between that and the giant war. So instead of Nico going on some rando quest with the wizards, he's going to go through Tartarus according to the original plan and Malcom is going to accompany the wizards on their side quest. Yeah, sorry that was confusing.

Disclaimer: I own Reagan and maybe Jennifer?(she technically belongs to daughterofhades...), nothing else..

Back to the story...

Teddy's POV

Another day of sightseeing started with a bang. Quite literally.

I couldn't sleep due to jet lag, so I figured I could get some work done. Flipping open my textbook, I read the chapter on elemental transfiguration. In an hour, I was done with the fourteen inch long essay. I still had a lot of work, so I decided to make a study schedule. It was June 22, vacation started at June 17(I'm not sure but let's just say it is, for story's sake) and there was 63 days before we go back to England. Harry had somewhat told me about the schedule here.

The first two days will be sight seeing the major places, after that will be a day to relax. Then they got two weeks of the International Wizarding Convention, the kids will stay behind with the non-ministry working adults. Aunt Hermione and Uncle Percy had planned to send the kids all to some muggle summer school to get to know the non-magic people better. And get a taste of public school life. After that, Aunt Hermione and adults were talking about driving to the Jersey shore for six flags if we behave well. I didn't know what that is, but judging by how excited Aunt Hermione was when she mentioned it, it had to be something good.

If I finish an assignment everyday, I would be all done by the time Uncle Harry- no, dad- came back from the ministry thing.

It was still felt weird, calling Harry dad. But in a way, he was my father. He was my godfather and raised me after my parents died...

I choked back a sob, lucky I was rooming by myself. Of course that's when Lucy barged in, the door slamming against the wall loud.

"Teddy! I saw light through the keyhole on your door! I knew you couldn't sleep, like me. So help me with this potions essay? Wait! Are you crying?"

I laughed and tried to cover it up. "Yeah, they leave way too much homework."

Lucy nodded understandingly and handed me her parchment paper with two paragraphs on it. "I would cry too if I had that workload. Thank Merlin I'm only in my second year!" Phew, she bought it. I looked over her work for her.

"Good so far. I remember writing an essay on the same topic back when I was a second year. You should include its physical properties as well as the uses of bezoar. Slughorn gives extra points for that."

She thanked me and left, leaving me to my own depressing thoughts. If only my parents were alive...

"Teddy. Teddy. Teddy!" A voice yelled as I was shaken awake. Apparently I had fell asleep at my desk.

Victoire frowned, "You're late for breakfast. Everyone's down already. Uncle Ron told me to get you."

Had I really overslept? "Sorry, I couldn't sleep last night and did some homework. I guess I fell asleep after that. You can head down and tell them I'm up." I stood up sheepishly, grabbing the first thing I saw out of the wardrobe. Victoire caught my arm and stopped me from leaving.

"You don't look so good. Are you sure you're okay?" She asked, looking concerned. Why am I so bad at masking my feelings? Everyone could read me like a book.

"Yeah, fine. Don't want to deprive you of your eggs and bacons any longer." I joked and watched as her face turned red and ran down the stairs. That girl had a hearty appetite, which wasn't a bad thing. Better than those girls with eating disorders. Or Reagan, who purposely go out of her way to buy the most unhealthy food there is and eat it in front of you after giving a long speech on all those nonexistent nutrients in those things.

After hopping in the shower and quickly shoving a piece of toast in my mouth, I was ushered into a ministry van Uncle Percy had somehow conjured. The thirty minute trip consisted of repeatedly telling Fred to keep his elbow to himself and trying (and failing) to stop James from sticking Droobles Bubblegum on the car roof.

I was glad to finally be out of that car. So was Scorpious, if the way he immediately climbed out and threw up on the sidewalk with Al patting his back was any indication.

"Alright, first stop- Empire State Building!" Ginny announced cheerfully as she yanked her son away from a nearby hotdog stand.

We went through the metal detector for the second time that week and it did not get any easier. After ten minutes, we were all inside. The AC was on full blast and I was suddenly really glad for my jacket. Naturally my best friend chose this moment to elbow me (very painfully in the stomach) and point very unsubtly at Victoire who was rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm herself up.

"Hugo also have a jacket." I stated.

"And you think that would fit?" Reagan looked at me like I grew a second head.

"Why don't you bring your own jacket?" I glanced at her obnoxiously bright orange T-shirt. Not her usual style but it's not like I would know anything about fashion.

"I'm a New Yorker. I'm used to being drowned in sweat and suddenly walking into a sixty degree room."

In the end, I relented, taking off my jacket and handing it to a surprised Victoire. I was very aware of the fact that Dominique and Aunt Fleur was watching me amusingly. To make matters worse, RAB decided I needed a little help in 'getting my girl', whatever that means.

Good, just like a true gentleman. Now repeat after me: Vicky baby, I refuse to see you freezing out here. Have my jacket.

"I'm going to kill you." I growled, annoyed at Reagan who was in my head again. Of course, said person was across the room talking to Molly and Rose and I was still standing in front of Victoire, who looked at me wide eyed. Dominique snorted and burst out laughing. Fleur muttered something that sounded like 'kidz zeez dayz' and shook her head disapprovingly.

I did my best to explain I didn't mean it without making a further idiot of myself before giving up and storming over to the cause of this trouble. Aunt Angelina and Aunt Audria was trying to get everyone staying in one place while Uncle Bill did a head count. The guy at the front desk by the elevator was herding a couple stray muggles into the elevator. One the doors closed, he turned to us.

"You're all in one group, right? You get to go in next. Before that there is a little safety briefing I need to cover-" he trailed off when he noticed Reagan. Or rather her obnoxiously bright shirt.

"Ohhhh, six hundredth floor. Got it." He walked behind his desk and started rummaging for something in one of his drawers. Reagan looked panicked and grabbed his arm and looked gaze with that muggle.

"There is no sixth hundredth floor." She said, absolutely sure. I found myself believing her. There was no way the Empire State Building could be that tall anyways.

Realization crossed the muggle's eyes as he forced a fake laugh. "Of course not, inside joke. Heh. You just reminded me of some girl that was here last year. Sabrina? Selena? Oh right- Silena. She tried to convince me there was a six hundredth floor with that pretty voice of hers. But that's not important, the elevator's here."

Everyone filed into the elevator, pushing, shoving, squishing, squashing. I noticed Reagan looking like someone just slapped her in the face, her fists clenched and glared in the general direction(scaring Draco).

Brushing it off as one of those weird Reagan things I could never understand, I flicked Dominique on the forehead for her over exaggerating performance of handing Lily her jacket while muttering 'I'm gonna kill you'. Aunt Ginny made a comment on the weird non-relaxing elevator music.

Finally we reached the top floor (which was not six hundred). Uncle Percy was reading some facts on the Empire State Building off his phone. We walked around, enjoying the view. Dad wanted to go all the way up and slowly make our way down. Then we went down to some lower floors for a couple galleries. A tour guide was talking about the history of ESB and Aunt Hermione made us all stand there and wait until the over enthusiastic women finish. Which would of been fine if James, Fred, and Louis weren't messing around.

Yeah, we got kicked out.

Aunt Hermione wasn't discouraged though, she made us grab an early lunch at a Chinese restaurant and got us in the Metropolitan Museum of Art by noon. Rose was at cloud nine, pointing out the different cultures and listing facts we never even heard of.

"..ing Tut died when he was nineteen! Only three years older than Teddy. He died due to a genetic disease..."

"Alright, enough about Tut. Let's go to the Greek and Roman section." Ron announced, already getting bored. He had seen a lot of these artifacts back in his family trip to Egypt a long time ago.

"Why are they naked?" Dominique asked, hand covering Lucy's eyes while she stared without blinking at the statues of the gods in front of her.

"It's the idea that they are too perfect that they don't need clothes covering them. Quite stupid, actually." Reagan answered, thunder rumbling in the distance.

"I could get used to this." James grinned creepily at a statue of Artemis. Aunt Ginny smacked his arm.

"The Greeks used these myths to explain things back when they didn't know what science was. The idea that there was gods is quite similar to the Egyptians and many other religions. The myths itself are unrealistic; Orpheus played his lyre and opened a passway to the underworld to save his dead wife. The place where the dead go after they die is only a figurative place. How can you get there, by playing music no less? But they did get somethings right. In the myths, they had a centaur named Chiron that trained other demigods (half human, half god). Centaurs do exist, one even taught at Hogwarts. A lot of the monsters in our world are also in Greek mythology, so it's possible there was Ancient Greek wizards. But demigods are just myths." Rose ranted.

That girl was very analytical, she didn't believe things unless it she saw it it's her own eyes, proven with science and printed in textbooks.

"What makes you think it's impossible for there to be demigods? Or Greek gods in general?" Reagan asked, amused.

"It's not scientific."

"Magic isn't scientific."

Rose was at a lost. She hadn't expected that comeback. She didn't bring the subject back up after that, instead choosing to tell everybody about Hercules' twelve labor.

"I think Hercules was the greatest hero of all those demigods. I mean his father is the king of the gods and he had so many accomplishments." Molly said, pointing at a tapestry of Hercules defeating the Nemean lion and a statue of him standing next to Cerberus, the guard dog of the underworld.

Uncle Ron leaned closer. "Blimey, Harry! This looks just like Fluffy!" I had heard about that story hundreds of times, it did look like the three headed dog dad told me about.

Reagan disagreed with Molly. "Perseus had way more accomplishments. He saved my namesake."

"Princess Andromeda of Ethiopia, daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiope." Aunt Hermione nodded knowingly. I had no idea what they were talking about (another first time for me- first over sleeping, now this) and decided to borrow a book on Greek mythology tomorrow.

We left around five with James loudly complaining about spending five hours in a museum with a bunch of geeks.

Uncle Harry led us to Times Square, where we walked around a little, taking in the sights and snapping pictures. At last we surrendered to the temptation of the double golden arch and had dinner at McDonalds.

Aunt Hermione had originally got us tickets to a Broadway show but Albus wasn't feeling well and we were all tired so we got on the ministry vans (that once again appeared out of nowhere) and headed home.

"If you could have a lifetime supply of any sweets you want, what would it be?" Roxanne read from a card. They were playing Twenty Questions from an old card game Aunt Angelina once owned. I was reading a book on Greek myths Aunt Hermione gave me.

"Sugar quills!"

"Jawbreakers all the way!"

"Licorice Wands!"

"Twix."

"A hydra head." I read from the book I was reading, getting a lot of weird looks.

Soon they moved onto other board games and I got lost into the stories written thousands of years ago by the Ancient Greeks.

How easy would my life have been if they were just stories.

Top part wasn't up to par but needed a little view of Teddy's emotions on losing his parents.

FYI- Teddy calls Harry dad because Harry is his godfather, Ginny isn't his godmother so he doesn't call her mom. Confusing, yes, but Ginny really isn't officially in charge of Teddy.

Review. Otherwise you might get a lazy author (and trust me you don't want that).

Oh and some quotes by me because I felt like it.

"I would rather believe I was a muggle than believe Magic didn't exist."

"I can search the entire Long Island Sound and ask for the sixth hundredth floor of the Empire State Building and believe I'm a mortal that can't see through the mist. But if you tell me the Greek Gods don't exist, I will write on you and stab you to death with my pen."