Hey it's me again, sorry for the short chapter this week, and for it being late, but the next one is going to be longer, so don't worry! Also, hooray for the first Harry Potter POV for this fanfic!

Feel free to send requests for PJO and HOO crossovers with other fandoms for my oneshot series in the making! I've already got My Hero Academia on my list, but I need more to start posting that series.

ApolloSenpaii: Gentle reminder: Frank isn't dyslexic nor ADHD. Other than that, great job!

- Thanks for reminding me! I completely forgot. I probably won't change the dyslexic part though, since they basically only meet Molly because their dyslexia is giving them so much trouble! Hope that doesnt bother anyone :) -

Chapter 3 – Harry

The last thing Harry had expected to find once they got back to the burrow was a bunch of exchange students from America.

He, Hermione, and the Weasleys that hadn't apparated home instead used a portkey before walking towards the Weasley residence. They had arrived at noon, greeted by the home filled with the smell of Mrs. Weasley's lunch, when the woman herself ran out of the house and hugged the twins. She was apologizing loudly through her unruly sobs for fighting with them about such a petty thing as their O.W.L.s.

Ginny walked ahead of them into the house, before coming back out and running towards the fourth years that had been watching Mrs. Weasley's and the twin's exchange. "There's a bunch of strangers in the house! They're talking to Bill and Charlie..." She muttered to the three of theme, her voice filled with worry and excitement.

"Strangers? But we usually never get visitors here, except for Harry and Hermione," Ron said, obviously not sharing his sister's excitement.

They hurried into the house, when they walked through the old entrance, Harry didn't even notice the teenager with shoulder-length black hair until he had talked.

"Santa inferno, you look just like Rachel, kid!" He said, making all of them jump in surprise since it seemed like he had just appeared behind them. Harry noticed that the stranger was staring straight at Ginny.

"Who's Rachel?" The youngest member of the Weasleys asked, suddenly more apprehensive towards him.

"A good friend of mine, guts of steel, lots of fun at parties. She's American though, not British." He said as Harry recognized a twinge of an Italian accent in his voice.

Hermione cut in to stop the conversation and start a new one, "Wait, what language were you speaking just now? That wasn't any language I know," She said, her love of learning was overpowering her caution, to Harry's despair.

"Ah, right, that was Italian, I'm Italian from my mum's side. Anyway, it's nice to meet you four, my name's Nico Di Angelo. We'll all be staying here until school starts, so we'll be forced to get to know each other anyway," Harry was surprised by how polite Nico sounded, since based on the way he dressed and his body language, he seemed like someone who would come up to you and tell you to turn your pockets inside out.

The Italian walked outside, leaving them to start their search for the other newcomers on their own.

Harry walked first into the kitchen, where he could see a blonde guy with tanned skin and freckles was washing the dishes while talking to Bill. The ongoing conversation was both interesting and not interesting, to say the least.

"At least you have healthy long hair! Nico won't even trim it, much less use proper shampoo for it. If I'm sleeping with him at night, I don't want to have my face against his hair while it feels like a scrub brush," The blonde complained while scrubbing a plate more vigorously than necessary. Harry was silently asking himself what the guy meant when he said he would sleep with Nico.

"Yeah, I can understand that. You should get him some shampoo and conditioner if it annoys you so much though, he's reasonable, so I'm sure he'd understand," Bill was drying dishes absentmindedly while giving tips to the other.

"Yeah, but he might think I'm a bad boyfriend. He'll probably think I'm saying that he's dirty! Which he is... But still! I can't deal with a breakup with Neeks.." Harry could've sworn that he heard Hermione whisper something in Ginny's ear, though he wasn't sure what it was.

"Nico won't break up with you over his stupid hair, Will! You're overthinking this. Just chat with him and suggest for him to wash his hair. I bet he'd be happy to do that, and if he does it once, he probably won't be able to get over how soft it is," Will hadn't seemed to notice that he had finished washing the dishes, since he had been scrubbing the last plate left for most of their conversation. When he finally realized, he handed the very clean plate, turned around with a sigh, then stopped short when he laid eyes on them for the first time.

"OH! Hello! I'm sorry, you probably heard everything, didn't you? Don't tell Nico, he doesn't like telling people that he goes for guys," Despite his exasperated look, Harry had to appreciate the fact that Will greeted them so nicely.

"Nice to meet you, my name's Harry," Will's eyes shone with, to Harry's surprise, not pity or adoration, but respect.

"You're that Harry Potter, right? Sorry about your parents. Some of us know how it feels to lose loved ones unfairly, so don't worry," the American then smiled so sincerely that Harry couldn't help but want to be friends with him, even if he didn't think anyone could actually share his pain.

The others introduced themselves to Will before moving on to the living room, where they found the last two strangers and Charlie, one was a short girl with dark skin and some short, curly, light brown hair. Sitting beside her was a large Asian guy with a military crewcut. He would've been intimidating, but his eyes were radiating with such pure kindness that Harry couldn't bring himself to even be suspicious of his being there.

Charlie spoke to the Asian guy, "So Frank... do you know why you can't change into anything else besides animals? I myself have only met one Metamorphmagus before, but I'm pretty sure that they can do anything, from turning into animals to changing hair colours."

Frank, Harry assumed his name was, shrugged, "I have no idea why I can't do it. I do know that I got it from my mother's side of the family though, and they would also only change into animals, nothing else. Maybe I can't do anything else because so many generations in my family only turned into animals? That's the only reasoning I can find for my inability to do anything else."

The dark girl then spoke up, smiling, "Yeah, changing into animals has become second nature. One time, when we were on a trip to Rome, he bought some Chinese handcuffs because he had never heard of them and was really confused since they weren't actually from China. Anyway, when he tried them on, he had no idea how to get out of it, so he turned into an iguana instead!" She snorted, while Frank was mumbling excuses.

Behind Harry, Ron finally started laughing, all the tension that had built up inside him washing away quickly. The strangers turned to look towards the source of the sound.

"You're the ones who can't apparate, right? I'm Hazel, this is Frank, I'm glad you made it here safely, I've been wanting to meet you," She seemed polite, though her eyes shone like a warrior's, extremely similarly to Sirius' eyes, except that her irises were golden.

"Thanks, though with what happened last night, I still wish we could do more," He heard Hazel day as the girl with bushy brown hair sat on the couch beside Hazel. Seeing her action, Ron, Ginny, and Harry followed her and sat down in the remaining seats left.

"What's a Metamorphmagus?" Harry asked curiously, since that wasn't something they had been taught yet. Hermione was about to speak up to answer his question, when Frank spoke instead.

"It's a type of creature that can change it's shape, colour, and gender. Though for some reason, my family is filled with Metamorphmagi who can only change into animals. I was just asking Charlie about it, though he's never had the chance to ask many things to the only Metamorphmagus he knows," the Asian said, clearly embarrassed that he couldn't go to his full potential.

Ron spoke up, "What's America like? We forgot to ask the others."

Hazel spoke next, "Our school is more like a camp that takes place during the longer muggle holidays, where we're taught Defense against the dark arts, charms, transfiguration, and care for magical creatures. It's based as a summer camp because, unlike here, America's Wizarding community is small, so most wizards don't even get wizardry related jobs," she said calmly, if her eyes reminded Harry of Sirius, the way she talked, however; reminded Harry of Lupin's classes from the year before.

Her resemblance to Harry's father's old friends made all of his previous suspicions about them melt away, especially when he saw all the small quirks in their personalities, which reminded him that they were all teenagers, just like him.

Ron's POV

Ron didn't know how to feel about the new people that were eating dinner at his family's dining table. Sure, they had paid his mom for all their meals, and they were actually pretty decent people, but he didn't feel quite so keen on trusting a bunch of strangers, especially the Italian guy.

Nico always acted either as if the situation was dire, or he looked around his shoulder as if expecting to be attacked. Ron had been walking down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, the night before they were supposed to leave for the Hogwarts Express when he heard Nico and Will talking in the living room.

He wasn't usually one to eavesdrop, but for some reason, Ron couldn't help but listen in on what they were saying, as it sounded like someone was crying.

"-as that night when I was ten again... when Annabeth was kidnapped? I remember that manticore attacking Bianca and I... and then the hunters coming in and making her want to leave me alone at the camp. I hated her so much that night, but she had to die just a week later. Then it faded into showing my dad on a throne, telling me just how much better it would've been if I had died instead of Bianca."

The next voice spoke, obviously Will's, since Nico's Italian accent was recognizable as the first person, "Nico, stop saying that. You told me yourself that she didn't blame you, that she wants you to live on normally, so can't you do that for her as her last wish? Did you see anything else in your dream?"

"Yeah, but I don't understand it. I was in a hedge maze, and when I turned a corner, I ran into Riddle. You know who... He was laughing, and bodies were piled around behind him. That's when I woke up.

At that point, Ron turned and went back upstairs and went back to bed, promising himself to talk to Harry about what he heard in the next morning.

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