Hermione's POV
During dinner we watched the new kids very carefully, we sat close to them to try and listen to their conversation but as we sat down they switched from English from that strange language, then they left giving us strange looks. Once we had finished we got up and went to Dumbledore's office
'Does anyone know the password?'
'Yep, the painting of the old knight told me it's Acid Pops' and with that the griffon sprang to life. When we got to the top we heard voices
'They are getting suspicions' said a voice that was defiantly Annabeth
'But they would totally freak out if we told them we are'
'Ummm, Thalia I don't believe this conversation is as private as we thought, Harry, Ron and Hermione are in the shadows outside' said Nico
'How did he know that?' Ron whispered
'I don't know' with that the door opened to 4 angry looking exchange student and one expressionless head master. Then Harry stepped forward
'Sir, we just wanted to talk to you in private'
'Yes of course, Percy, Thalia, Annabeth, Nico we will recommence this conversation at a later date' and with that the new students left looking very disgruntled
'So Harry, Ron, Hermione what is it you wished to speak to me about'
'It's about the exchange students' harry began
'There is something up with them and Percy said that he had killed, are you sure they aren't death ea'
'Ohh yes, I heard about Percy's little slip up, don't worry I have it all under control, now of to bed'
As we went to leave Dumbledore called me
'Ahh, Hermione can I talk to you a minute'
The boys looked at me and I told them that I would meet them in the common room before turning back to Dumbledore who now had a far more serious expression on his face
'Hermione I implore you to stop investigating the new students, they have had a painful past and an even more so future if we learn anything from history, and if Voldemort ever got word of whom they were the war will be as good as lost.'
'Yes Professor'
'And can you not tell Ronald and Harry about our little chat'
'Yes Professor'
'Now off to bed' and with that I left heading back to the common room thinking about who these people where, no Hermione you can't think about that anymore, a professor told you not too.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is real short I am suffering from a terrible illness called WRITERS BLOCK
