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Chapter 2: Crash-landing inside a secret base

Harry's POV

"Harry. Harry! Wake up!"

Harry groaned and rolled over in his bed, ignoring the multiple voices that were urging him to wake up and go down for breakfast.

"HARRY!" Somebody shook him violently by the shoulders. "The American transfer students are coming over today! Do you really want them to have a bad first impression on you?"

Harry opened his eyes blearily and saw Hermione out of the corner of his eye, and Fred and George, who were holding a glass of water each. Realization dawned on him as he realized what the sneaky twins were planning to do to him.

He jumped out of bed, dodging the twins who were complaining loudly about Harry ruining the fun and quickly made way for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and ready for a good breakfast. He was also looking forward to meeting the Americans, though he admitted that he had his own suspicions about them: why did Dumbledore trust them so much? Was it really a good idea to let down their guard and invite these strangers here?

Still, they couldn't be that bad-not if Dumbledore trusted them so much. Harry wouldn't blame them if they were arrogant, bossy or ungrateful. After all, they probably only didn't understand how lucky they were to have such normal lives. Harry wondered if they could become possible friends.

He sat down a the table, ready to dig into his food when all of a sudden, a loud 'boom' interrupted the peaceful household.

Percy's POV

Yay.

We had successfully crash-landed Freak and the boat in the kitchen of our destination-quite possibly scaring all the residents nearby to death by the huge noise we had just made. There was also a woman screeching in the background about something that sounded like, "Filthy buddy traitors!"

Beside me, Leo was cackling like a Disney villain; sometimes I seriously wondered if that guy was born laughing crazily at shocked nurses and doctors.

It would make a whole lot of sense.

Sitting at a table near us was a boy with a startled expression on his face. He looked like me in a way: his black hair was as messy as mine, and his eyes were a shade of emerald green. A scar was visible on his forehead.

Carter groaned, clambering out of the wreckage of the boat. Sadie was fine, but Freak had disappeared back into the Duat. As I mentioned before, Leo was doing the classic Disney villain laugh beside me; he was more than ok.

"Merlin's beard! What just happened?" A redheaded, middle-aged woman rushed down the stairs, took one look at the damage done to the house, turned her eyes on us, and immediately started fussing over us.

"Any injuries? Are all of you fine?"

"We're fine, ma'am," Carter responded politely. Wow. That guy had manners. Sadie looked impressed.

Two men walked towards us; one had a wooden leg and a fake eyeball that whizzed around in the socket, and I had a sneaking suspicion that it could see through pretty much anything; the other had a pale face and semi-long black hair. They looked nothing similar, yet you were able to tell their expressions were the same-they didn't trust us. Not one bit.

"Well, it looks like our guests have arrived."

Sadie's POV

So we were just standing there, the people from this 'Order' thing staring at us. One redheaded boy in particularly goggled at us as if we were aliens.

"Blimey, mate, how did you get in here?"

I scowled at him. Being a polite lady as always, I didn't scowl at everyone immediately when we got here. [What, Carter? It's true. And didn't I tell you not to roll your eyes?]

"That's none of your business."

"You didn't have to be rude." A bushy-haired girl countered.

"He didn't have to stare at us rudely first."

"It wasn't Ron's fault! He didn't mean to!"

"Well-"

"Guys, as much as I love the immediate drama, I-" Leo faltered under the death glares the girl and I were sending him.

Percy coughed, turning the others' attention to him. "Hi. We're the… um…"

"American exchange students from the Olympus School of Life. Our school specializes in combat magic." A-ha, big brother Carter to the rescue. Still, the Olympus School of Life? Real subtle, Carter. Real subtle. I'm starting to think that we wouldn't be able to last a day without being busted. Oh, the joy of living in fear of others finding out your true identity!

[Thank you, Carter. I'm glad you acknowledge my natural drama skills. Admit it, it was a compliment.]

After five minutes of silence (I'm surprised the demigods were able to keep quiet for that long), the woman who saw us arrive first broke the tension.

She smiled kindly and warmly at us. "Come on, dears. Let's get you to your rooms."

As it turned out, I would be sharing a room with Hermione Granger, the girl I argued with earlier, and Ginny Weasley, Mrs. Weasley's only daughter. I sighed and plopped down on the bed with Hermione staring suspiciously at me. Ginny was much friendlier and before we knew it, we were giving each other our self-introductions.

"Hi, I'm Ginny. I have 6 older brothers, and I'm the only girl in my family. I'm a 4th year at Hogwarts."

"I'm Hermione. 5th year at Hogwarts."

"Sadie Kane. A 5th-year transfer student from the Olympus School of Life in America."

"So, Sadie, tell me more about this school of yours." Hermione leaned forward curiously and started firing a bunch of questions at me. "Where exactly is it? Who's your headmaster? Why do you specialize in combat magic? How different is your way of learning from ours?"

"Firstly, I can't tell you the exact location of the school for safety reasons. Secondly, our school has two houses and the heads of houses share the role of headmaster together. Thirdly, it's because we have more enemies in America. Lastly, I haven't been to your school yet, so I can't tell."

Wow, thank you, Carter, for discussing these questions with us during our trip here. I must admit that his smartness sometimes does come in handy. Speaking of Carter, I wonder how the boys are doing?

Percy's POV

So far, so bad. 1 minute into our 'talk' and Harry and Ron are already suspicious of us.

We aren't really talking right now. Leo is just fiddling with his toolbelt and Carter and I are sitting on the bed across Harry and Ron and we're looking at each other awkwardly. No one attempted to start a conversation between us.

Surprisingly it was Ron who spoke to me first. "What's that on your arm?"

Huh? I glanced at my arm he was pointing to. Oh. The SPQR tattoo, a reminder of Hera's rather stupid (cue thunder) yet successful idea of sending me to Camp Jupiter. I covered it with my sleeve and didn't reply to his question. They looked suspiciously at my arm.

"So you're the boy who lived?" Leo looked up eagerly from what seemed to be a mini Argo ll model.

"Um… yeah." Harry shifted uncomfortably.

"He protected the philosopher's stone when he was 11, defeated the basilisk when he was 12, successfully cast a Patronus charm when he was 13 and survived You-know-who yet again when he was 14! What have you done? I bet we could defeat You-know-who without your help." Ron fired at us.

"Listen here," I was starting to get annoyed by their distrust towards us. "Just because you've faced your worst enemy a few times, doesn't mean that others have been through less than you. From where we come from, we've been through at least 2 wars. We've been through more than you can imagine."

Leo nodded vigorously and Carter continued my little 'speech' for me. "We're here to help you guys, and we're n your side. So can you just respect us until this is all over?"

Silence.

"Um, are you coming with us tomorrow to Diagon Ally?"