Note: Constructive Criticism and Positive Input is really appreciated! I can only write so fast, so I'll try my best. If you see anything out of character (except for Rachel, see first chapter note) please tell me where it is and I will build off that! Thank you so much!

All three were so enhanced with their objects, it was a startle when movement from teens outside the sliding glass door went pass them. Teens, ranging from 12 to 15, barely noticed the three. They passed the compartment and moved into empty, similar compartments.

More came like this. Some seemed as young as 10, but others towered over everyone, looking 17. The younger ones glanced around nervously, almost cowering from the older teens.

Little balls of light flew around the hallway, dancing as some 14-year-olds attempted to run after it and catch it. A young boy with black hair that almost hung to his shoulders stood out to Rachel, and she wasn't sure why.

The boy smiled as another boy, with uncontrollable black hair, caught up with him and they playfully pushed around with each other. The boy with long hair got pushed right into the glass door of the three's compartment, and then turned around and smiled mischievously inside. He opened up the door himself and said, "Alright there?" His smile grew wider to see shocked faces; the boy had a British accent.

Uncontrollable hair poked his head in the compartment and said, "Aw, Sirius, they're probably just nervous wrecks worrying about what house they'll be put in! And then you come along and smash yourself in their compartment! How could you!" But the boy smirked with mock sincerity.

"Oh!" Sirius played along. "I'm ever so sorry. Want me to call a prefect for you?"

"A what?" Annabeth asked, looking completely and utterly confused.

"Prefect. You know, snotty know-it-all's that are supposed to 'keep you in line'." Sirius rolled his eyes. "But you're American, aren't you? You got the accent and everything."

"Why're up here, isn't there, like, a school for the U.S.?" Uncontrollable hair asked.

Percy tried to think of something to say. Anything, anything that could make sense. Nothing came out. Sirius shrugged and came inside the compartment, followed by Uncontrollable hair. They took their places as if they owned the whole compartment.

"You guys are Muggle-born, aren't you?"

"A what born?"

Both boys snickered. "You lot are completely clueless, aren't you?" Uncontrollable hair said.

Rachel was starting to lose her temper. "Will you stop joking around and tell us what's going on already?"

Uncontrollable hair put his hands up. "Alright, alright, settle down, err, um,"

Rachel huffed. "It's Rachel."

He waited as if she was going to say something else. When she didn't, he introduced himself as James Potter, twirling his decorative stick in the air.

"I'm Sirius Black, by the way."

Rachel couldn't help but hold back a giggle as she thought of the irony of the name. She wasn't racist, but still. I'm seriously black, even though I'm impossibly white. Sirius did seem quite pale, as if he rarely went out in the sun.

Everyone looked at Annabeth and Percy, who had to be brought back to life by Rachel. "Percy. Percy Jackson."

"Annabeth." From the look on her face, no one expected to hear her last name.

James leaned back. "Sooooo. . . .You guys are new to this. You've got a lot to learn. You do know where we're going, right?"

Blank faces stared back at him

"You guys are magical, right?"

"Magical?"

Sirius kneeled on the floor and rummaged through Percy's suitcase. Percy almost protested, but Annabeth held him down. These guys seemed to know what was going on. Sirius found what he was looking for and held it up for James. He took it and read aloud. "Dear Mr. Jackson, We are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted at Hogwarts, blah blah, blah. . . .Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonalgall. It all checks out." James tossed the letter back into the suitcase. "So none of you have magical parents, right?"

Annabeth gave a glare of death to both of her companions, signaling them to be silent. "It depends on what you mean by magical," Annabeth said cautiously. "Me and Percy have parents we don't usually see."

James and Sirius were starting to get impatient. "And they, like, do weird things, right?"

Percy spoke up, defying the death glare. "Yeah, I guess."

"Then you too are halfbloods." James put his hands behind his head, more relaxed than ever.

"What does that make me, then?"

Rachel skeptically looked at the two strange boys, who looked back with almost bored expressions. "Have any long lost, weird parents, do you?" Sirius asked.

"My mom's noth-" Rachel started to say, but was cut off.

"Your what?" James asked, eyebrows up.

"My mom. What did'ga think I said?"

"Exactly that."

Rachel looked at him with eyebrows up, but continued on. "My mom's nothing special by your standards. My dad runs a company, completely stubborn and boring."

"Muggle-born, then." Sirius finalized.

"What's a Muggle-born?"

The three were explained that there were three type of wizards: pureblood, halfblood, and muggle-born. A pureblood was when there were only wizards and witches in their ancestry.

"Excuse me, but wizards and witches? That's, like, impossible!" Annabeth cried.

James gave an amused look. "Yeah, well, it is possible, whether you like it or not.. Anyways, you've got halfbloods, which have some muggle relatives, and muggle-borns that only got muggles-I mean, the non-magical lot-in their past. Pretty simple, actually."

Annabeth was having a hard time digesting this, but she tried her best not to show it. Her head in her hands, she sucked up the air in the room and let it out slowly. Percy, sitting right beside her, mindlessly traced circles on her leg. It was instinct, but it seemed to have calmed Annabeth down. "Right." She said shrilly. "We're wizards and witches, on our way to a magic school. Makes perfect sense."

The two boys smirked. Rachel could obviously tell they were used to this world, and, strangely, she felt perfectly ok with going to a school that she had never heard of, at least, that she could remember.

The group of five talked all the long way to the middle of nowhere, Sirius and James explaining a whole new world to Percy, Annabeth, and Rachel. Although it was hard to understand at first, especially for Annabeth, they learned all about the school called Hogwarts, the four houses, and that they should totally be in Gryffindor.

Maybe this new place wasn't so bad after all.