So, next chapter! If I'm going to bring Will, that will probably be somewhere in the next 5 chapters or so.

Chapter 5

Harry

I looked curiously at my holly and phoenix wand. Did this work on demigods as much as on wizards? Since the half-bloods are more powerful, does this mean they have more resistance? I was dying to find out, so after breakfast I pulled Leo aside and asked him if he would mind me making him fly. He shrugged and agreed.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" I shouted, pointing my wand at him. He flew up, but after a few seconds fell down again with a plop.

"I guess it doesn't effect us as much, then," he said. "But that's one nice wand, also pretty bright, huh? Phoenix feathers."

I grinned. "Yeah. Not as hot as, ah, the super shizzle Valdez machine."

Leo grinned back at me. Together, we went back to join the others down at the kitchen table. The Hogwarts letters had come, and Ron was holding an envelope. Tearing it open, he gasped as a gold, shining badge came rolling out.

Fred and George came apparating in, landing, unfortunately, on Jason's head. Ah well, at least they jumped down.

"Prefect, Ron?" asked George incredulously. "No, it has to be...it has to be a mistake.

I picked the shining badge up to examine it just as Hermione ran into the room, squealing excitedly. "Harry, you're prefect? Me too, Harry, me too!"

I thrust the prefect badge into Ron's hands.

"Not me. Ron's the prefect."

Her eyes widened in shock. "What? But I thought you were bound to be...wow, Ron! Well done!"

Jason frowned. "What's a prefect?"

"They're like...I dunno, just people in the school who has higher authorities than other students? They get to give people punishments. There's two prefects from each house, a boy and a girl," I answered.

"So what house are you guys in?" Percy asked, examining the badge. I had to admit, I was jealous. But I had been in the spotlight for years, Ron deserved it. Even as I thought about it that way, I still couldn't fight the churning feeling in my stomach.

"Gryffindor," I answered him.

He nodded. "So how does the school choose the houses? Divide the people?"

Hermione answered this time. Go figure. "Gryffindor house are the bravest, most courageous people. Ravenclaw has the cleverest. Slytherin has a lot a pure-bloods, and, to be honest, almost everybody hates them. Hufflepuff is basically everybody else, but they are also the most loyal."

I looked at the demigods. Er...so what do you think your house is going to be?

They looked at each other. Then, they burst out one word together. "GRYFFINDOR!"

Then, they shouted another word. "Jinx!"

Yeah, Americans were interesting. I knew better than to ask.

Ron stood. "I'm going to go and ask mom to buy me a better broomstick. She's getting more money from the bank."

Jason blinked. "Why do you need brooms?"

I grinned. They didn't even know about Quidditch. "We need brooms for Quidditch," I told them.

"Oh..." Percy looked utterly perplexed. "Is that...like, a contest to see who sweeps the fastest? Because I don't-"

Annabeth smacked him. "Seaweed Brain, don't you remember that wizards use brooms to fly? Quidditch has three hoops per team, and chasers to get the quaffle in, and beaters to get the budgers to hit people, and seekers to catch the golden snitch!"

Percy looked, if anything, more confused. "So the players fly? Wise Girl, your explanation just made Quidditch even more hard to understand!"

Jason nodded. "Well, if they fly, I love this game already. But yeah, Annabeth only made it more confusing."

Annabeth gave death glares to both of them. I couldn't help feeling bad for Percy, as getting killed by your girlfriend is definitely not on my fun list.

"Well, there are four balls. There's a Quaffle, two Budgers, and a golden snitch. The Quaffle is the largest. There are three hoops, kind of like muggle bubble blowers, for each team. Obviously there are two teams every time we play. There are seven players per team-one keeper, one seeker, three chasers, and two beaters. The chasers try to get the red quaffle through the enemy hoops, while the keepers try to guard our own hoops. The budgers rocket around trying to knock players off their brooms, so there are two beaters trying to get the budgers to get the enemy. Fred and George are the beaters.

"Finally, there's a seeker-me-who tries to catch the golden snitch. The snitch is a tiny golden ball with wings, so it's really hard to find and catch. Whoever team's seeker catches the snitch ends the game and gives their team an extra 150 points. Now do you understand?"

Percy nodded, and Annabeth rolled her eyes. I could've sworn she was thinking, boys, boys, boys.

Percy turned to her. "wow, how did you even know that?"

"Reading helps."

"Oh...yeah"

I giggled. Annabeth was the demigod form of Hermione.

Ron ran inside looking happy. "Just caught her! She said she's get me a cleansweep if she could."

I grabbed his arm. "Listen, mate. Good...good job."

His smile melted. "I thought you were bound to be it!" he said, shaking his head. "Sorry if...if..."

"Oh no, I cause too much trouble.."

Fred and George smiled. "Well said," said Fred.

"Really, causing trouble is our thing!" exclaimed George indignantly.

"Oh, speaking of trouble, how's your joke shop coming in?" I asked them.

Fred shrugged. "Fine. We're making these skiving snackboxes, see. There is a purple end and an orange end. Eat the purple end, and start vomiting, fainting, or nose-bleeding. Then, once you're out of the room, swallow that orange end and stop. Simple as that."

George continued. "Only problem is that our testers are vomiting a little too hard to stuff the other end in."

"Testers?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Just us."

"Oh, hey!" said Percy. "Can I try them out? I got to have some in America."

Fred grinned. "Oh, you can once we've got them sorted. Until then, leave the dangerous part to us."

"And do not ever let our mom know-unless we get out and tell her ourselves," added George.

I smirked. If the defense against the dark arts lessons were as bad as Hermione and Annabeth thought, the twins were going to be rich from the snackboxes they sold.

Sirius came up to us. "Hi," he said, sounding and looking extremely bored. "I want to go for a walk, but Dumbledore won't let me. He says it's too dangerous. Seriously, I don't get it. No one knows I'm an animagus except for you guys."

Frank cocked his head. "Why is it dangerous for you to go out?"

George looked surprised. "Blimey, Harry! You didn't tell them yet?"

I shrugged. "See, Sirius was supposed to have killed loads of people. At least the ministry thinks that. We tried to convince them that Sirius is innocent, because he is, but the stupid minister wouldn't go for it, thinks we've been confunded."

Ron sighed. "Git keeps his brains in his top hat," he said dejectedly.

Sirius groaned. "I hate being accused for things I never did."

Percy snorted. "Tell me about it. At 12, they thought I killed my mom, broke my stepdad's car, and ran away. They thought I set two schools on fire. Heck, the police even thought I blew a huge hole in the Arch! I was a fake known criminal for years, really. Monsters can really ruin a demigod's life."

I looked at him, bewildered. Behind him, Piper nodded.

"The police thought I stole a BMW car," she confirmed. Then she frowned. "that wasn't really the monsters' fault. I just asked for it in charmspeak. They gave it to me, and then they broke out of the trance and then called for the police. Not really my fault, either."

Sirius grinned. "Well, at least I'm not alone."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Leo shouted, jumping up. He was holding a machine in his hands. He'd probably been making it the whole time.

He sprang down the stairs to the door. I heard him say, "hi!"

Then was 's voice. "Oh, is that ecklectick?"

"Uh, if you mean electric, then yeah,"

Mrs. Weasley's voice sounded. "Arthur, let's get in first." The door closed. I could hear Ron's dad talking all the way as he came upstairs.

"Oh, I simply admire ecklectick things. Especially plugs. I collect them."

Leo looked amused as he put his hand in his belt pocket. He had told us about the belt's magical properties, and I couldn't help being amazed.

Leo pulled his hand out and showed it to . He practically squealed in delight, as Leo was holding a...plug. "It's my present to you, fair king," he said, bowing low. "Let us go for the deep philosophy of plugs, shall we?"

Leo walked him to another room, where they started having a serious conversation about ecklectry...sorry, electricity.

Ron shook his head. "Barkin' mad," he said, looking at where his dad was a moment ago. "he's absolutely obsessed with muggle things."

I grinned. Looks like demigods would never understand wizards, wizards would never understand demigods, and no one would ever, ever understand a certain muggle-addicted wizard by the name of Arthur Weasley.

Sorry for that one day late update, I'm trying to get a chapter every two days. The questions are still up. Also, Will won't be on the quest until they're in Hogwarts, so sorry. Good bye, see you next time.

Hey! If you noticed, I'm updating about every other day!