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Stanislav: Maybe it's a flying car or something. Maybe Mrs. O'Leary shadow traveled them to London and then took Argus back. They go to a magical Greek Camp with Pegasi and unicorns. Weird stuff happens (I'm not trying to be mean, sorry if it feels that way) Feel free to use your imagination!

I own none of these peoples, otherwise, Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, and Fred would all still be alive. And DOBBY, though I try to avoid talking about him so I don't break down in tears...

Don't cry Sweet, Dobby is in a better place now

Ron groaned annoyingly. Why, oh WHY, of all the things he could be doing right now…

"Ron, stop it!" Hermione snapped at him. Ron just continued groaning.

"Forget it, Hermione, he's not gonna stop," Harry said. Hermione grit her teeth.

"He just needs to get over it. We're repeating our 7th year, and that's final."

Harry silently agreed with Ron. It was so unfair! They had been too busy saving the world to finish school, but Professor McGonagall (I don't know how to spell it. Sue me) wouldn't have it that way.

"You must finish all seven years if you wish to become an auror," she had told Harry.

Gee, thanks, he had thought.

It wasn't all bad. At least he was in the same year as Ginny.

"Look at that lot," Ron said suddenly, pointing to four people. Harry looked to where he was pointing and frowned.

Three of them had almost matching tattoos on their right arms, and one of them looked like a Death Eater. One was blonde, the girl was dark-skinned and had gold-brown hair, and the other two had black hair. The blonde and the girl had purple shirts on, while the two black-haired boys wore matching orange shirts.

Ok, not weird at all.

Harry decided to try his luck (because he has the best luck) and walked over to them, Ron and Hermione following.

"Hello! Are you new here?" Harry asked. One of the black-haired guys, who had a tattoo and a leather necklace with strange multi-colored beads, turned his way and smiled.

"Yep! I'm P-"

The other black-haired kid judged him in the arm with his elbow, and he changed his course.

"Peter Johnson. We're here with our friend!" He hurriedly finished. Ok, Harry thought. These guys were definitely suspicious. And judging by the American accent, they were from-well, America.

"I'm Jaden Green," said the blonde. The girl stuck out her hand.

"Marie di Angelo," She said. The pale black-haired winced slightly, but Harry took her hand.

"And I'm Sammy Valdez," He said. This time, Marie winced.

Ron, who had perfect timing as usual, reminded them that the train was about to leave.

"So, you've got everything you need?" Harry asked Sammy, who seemed to be the ringleader of their little group.

"Well… kinda… we'll need to have a discussion with the headmaster before we do anything," he said. Harry led them onto the Hogwarts Express and they headed out.

"Harry, Ron, can I talk to you for a second?" Hermione asked, and they stepped out into the hall.

"They're hiding something," she said.

"Agreed. Maybe something happened between Sammy and Marie- why else would they have flinched upon hearing each other's names?" Ron asked. Hermione shook her head.

"It's not just that… I think those aren't their real names," she said. Harry glanced at the four wizards sitting and talking a little uncomfortably. There was some sort of heated argument going on between them.

"Maybe… one way to find out," he decided. They walked back into the compartment.

Immediately, they all shut up. Sammy and Marie were avoiding looking at each other, and all their faces were red-probably from fighting.

Hermione made sure to close the compartment behind them tightly before they made their way over. She slipped her wand from her sleeve and muttered a quick spell, and hid her wand once again.

"Alright, we're alone, and no one can hear us," she started.

Peter crossed his arms, and said something in a different language. Was that Ancient Greek?

Sammy sighed.

"My real name is Nico di Angelo," he said.

"So, she's your sister?" Ron asked, pointing at Marie. Hermione jabbed him with her elbow.

"What part of 'fake names' do you not understand?" She asked him.

Nico smirked-a bone chilling sight- and answered his question.

"Actually, she is my sister-well, my half sister anyways."

He looked at Marie, who smiled shyly and waved her hand.

"My name is actually Hazel Levesque. We're related on our dad's side," she said.

"Oh, I see what you did there. You just used his last name," Ron said, pointing at Nico. "Where did your name come from?"

"Oh, he was a friend of Hazel's. The reason she was so unhappy about it is… well… he kinda…"

Nico drew his hand across his throat. The golden trio got it.

"But his great-" Nico seemed to catch himself before he finished that sentence. "-Est brother… his FAVORITE brother, actually… is still alive. They were… twins?"

He said that like it was a question, glancing uneasily at Hazel. She shrugged.

"And you two?" Hermione asked Peter and Jaden.

"Percy Jackson," said Peter (Percy, who cares) with a smile.

"And Jason Grace," said Jaden (I'm not changing it) also with a smile.

"Pretty close to your actual names," Harry pointed out. He had been watching the exchange with a great deal of interest, absorbing as much information as he could.

Great. Now he was thinking like Hermione.

Percy smirked now. "Yeah, well, a friend of ours-"

Jason snorted.

"-Can't seem to get our names right, so that's what he calls us."

"Where are you from?" Hermione asked him.

"We go to a summer camp for orphans and troubled kids," Nico answered smoothly.

"Orphans?" Ron asked. He glanced at Harry and looked away again, but the four Americans caught it.

"Yeah. Not all of us are orphans though. Why? Are you an orphan?" Percy asked Harry. Nico, Hazel, and Jason all kicked Percy under the table, and the golden trio could tell it took all his willpower not to scream.

Harry sat there in thought for a minute. A whole camp filled with orphans? Something was a little suspicious about that… but he also wondered if any of these guys were orphans.

"Yes, I am," he answered carefully. "My parents were killed in a war. They died protecting me."

Nico and Hazel winced in sympathy.

"My mom left my dad and moved to Alaska, which is where she died," Hazel said. Jason just kind of watched the table, and Nico watched them suspiciously, as if to say try me, punk. Harry decided not to take the bait.

Harry looked at Percy, expecting some kind of story, but instead he just cleared his throat.

"How much longer?" He asked. Obviously, he was trying to change the subject.

"We still have a couple of days until we reach Hogwarts," Hermione answered him. There was a hint of sympathy in her voice.

Hazel yawned wide, and it just occurred to Harry that DUH!!! they were from America! It must have taken them a while to get there.

"Alright," Harry said with a chuckle. "You guys get some sleep. We'll talk again tomorrow."

They all fell asleep, only to be woken up by loud screaming.