Hey guys, sorry it's been so long.

To make it up to you, if you don't have an HP oc, not to worry! Imma be throwing out all sorts of crazy made-up names, and all you have to do is PM me and you can have that OC!

I'll announce when an OC has been taken, so there isn't any confusion. And, as an added bonus, I'll throw them into the story with our friends! Just tell me the situation their in, who they meet, what house they're in, and what their personality is like. And any additional info, no matter how small, and I'll do my best.

Any, to the story!

I'm not kidding guys, I will do the OC thing

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Ron said, brandishing his arms to show off the school. The Americans stared at it, jaws hanging open.

"I'm not sure if you need to go to Professor McGonagall in the Dining Hall, or if you need to go to the sorting hat, or what..." Harry said.

Hermione was thinking to herself. It seemed like Percy and Nico could speak a different language fluently. Maybe they learned it at that mysterious summer camp for orphans?

And... maybe Hazel and Jason were from a different camp, one that worked with Percy and Nico's. If that was the case, why weren't Hazel and Nico at the same camp? Well, they are only step-siblings, so that could be it...

Wait, didn't they say orphans? Hazel mentioned that her mom left her dad, but what happened to her dad? Or Nico's dad? They never answered Ron's question about Leo's dad... maybe they had prolonged dad problems.

But all of them? And what had happened to Percy's parents? Unless it was so terrible, that he didn't want to talk about it, kind of like Neville.

Ugh, there were so many questions! And Hermione wouldn't be able to get her answers in a library this time, which had to be the most frustrating part of it all.

She thought back to the whole train ride. Everyone gets nightmares, so nothing there...

Hang on. These Americans didn't recognize any of their candy. Hermione only knew about bean boozled through her parents, them having been overseas to investigate it after... um, questionable ingredients were used. Ingredients that would have Ron's dad running back and forth back at work.

But Hermione had been told that America had the same wizard candy as London. It was worldwide, albeit a little different.

How come these wizards didn't know their candy?

"Earth to Hermione! Do you read me?" Ron asked, right up in her face. Hermione shook her head and swatted him away.

"Get out of my face, Ron! I'm just lost in thought," she said. Understatement of the century, she thought.

"That happens to my girlfriend all the time," Percy said with a smile. "She gets lost in thought, or she's reading, or she's working on a project, and suddenly nothing exists."

"I can relate," Ron said. Hermione elbowed him in the side.

"Where do you think they should go, Hermione?" Harry asked her. Hermione thought back to one of her favorite books: A History of Hogwarts. (I can't remember if that's what the book was actually called. It could have been Hogwarts: A History. Plz let me know so I can fix it and get it right in the future)

"I think the best course of action is to go to Professor McGonagall. They needed to talk to her anyway, remember?"

And so, they went to the Dining Hall, where McGonagall was just calling out the last of the new students.

"Zeena, Traisley," she called out, and folded her scroll. (If you want the name, PM and she's yours!)

The girl walked up to the sorting hat, who called out her house and she ran over to it. Hermione, Harry, and Ron brought the Americans up to Professor McGonagall, who smiled and welcomed them.

"You are late," she said.

"We know," said Hermione. "And we're very sorry, but we have someone who needs to talk to you."

She moved aside to reveal the Americans.

"Ah. So, you're the ones sent by... him," she said, avoiding the reveal of "him."

"Actually, it was just supposed to be me, but my... FRIEND forced these guys to come with me," said Nico, gesturing to his friends.

"Do you know why?" McGonagall asked. Nico sighed.

"Yeah... I was scratched by a werewolf a couple of months ago," Nico said, ignoring the shocked faces of his friends. McGonagall simply frowned.

"Not to worry, we have an infirmary. Madam Pomfrey is well trained in werewolf treatments, just as long as it isn't a bite," she said, lifting Nico's arms to get a good look at the scratches.

Nico flinched, but otherwise didn't move. The scratches were darkened like shadows, and raked all the way down his arms. Hazel stifled a gasp, Jason stared, and Percy looked murderous.

"How long have your arms been like this?" Percy asked. Nico turned to him and shrugged his shoulders.

"Bout two months, remember?" he said. Percy just shook his head in disbelief.

"Go to the infirmary and get these treated," McGonagall said. "Potter, Granger, and Weasley, stop by there when he's been healed, then bring him to my office. You-" she gestured at Hazel, Percy, and Jason-" may stay with him until we get everything sorted out."

Ron headed off with the Americans to the infirmary, and Hermione and Harry headed up the stairs to the portrait of the fat lady.

"Password?" she asked. A fifth year, one who's name Hermione had missed, came forward.

"Fizzing whizbee!" he called. The portrait swung open.

Hermione found out later that his name was Augustus Summers. (Again, PM me and he's yours!)

What a crazy name. Kind of funny, too.

She and Harry sat in their usual spot on the couch, waiting for Ron. It was nearly midnight when he got back.

"What took so long?" Harry asked.

"Filch. He didn't believe I was helping someone to the infirmary until McGonagall showed up," he said.

"Now, what were you thinking about earlier, Hermione?" Harry asked her. She frowned.

"The Americans, of course. Something is still strange about them. I don't think they're witch and wizard, for a start."

"Do you have any proof?" Ron asked.

"No," Hermione admitted begrudgingly. "But I now have an idea of what they could be, if not witch and wizards."

"What could they be?" Harry asked.

"They all go to some sort of orphan camp," she started. "However, not all of them are quite orphans. And there are definitely letters on those shirts, so how come we couldn't see them? Unless they were being hidden from us by some sort of magic.

"Now, if they are not a witch and wizards, magic could be ruled out. But, if I remember correctly, there are other kinds of being who can use this thing called the "Mist" to hide things from mortal eyes."

"So, you think they're some kind of ultrapowerful beings or something?" Ron asked.

"Yes and no. I think they may be these things called demigods. However, I can't remember exactly what demigods are, so guess what?" Hermione asked, an old gleam in her eyes. Harry and Ron sighed.

"The library," they said together. Hermione couldn't understand why they weren't more excited. Her answers could be found in a book, after all.

"First thing tomorrow," she said.