sorry i didn't mention this before, but i have to incorporate the demigods into the third year at Hogwarts (13 years old) so can we just use our wonderful imaginations and pretend that Percy, Nico and Thalia are 13? Pleaaaaseee? Ssank you! :)

Exchange Program?

HARRY

I sighed in contentment. I looked around the Burrow, happy to be somewhere where I wasn't treated like I was an atomic bomb waiting to blow.

"Hey Harry!" I turned as I saw Ron bounding down the stairs. I smiled and hugged my best friend. "Guess what?" Ron exclaimed as we sat down on the beat-up couch.

I was about guess when a voice above me put my words in my mouth. "What?" I looked up and saw my other best friend, Hermione Granger, smiling down at us from the stairs.

Ron sighed. "Hermione's here," he said. As Hermione came to sit down, she got a serious, secretive look on her face.

"What?" Ron and I asked at the same time. Every time Hermione looks serious, it could be either some new fact she found in a book, or predicting Armageddon.

"There's—there's going to be new kids this year," she whispered, like it was the most important thing in the world.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah," he said. "There are always First Years, Hermione."

Hermione shook her head, like we were missing an obvious point. "The new kids, they're in our year," she said dramatically.

I looked at her incredulously. "What?" New kids never come to Hogwarts in the third year. You get your letter when you're 11, and then go into First Year. That was it. "Why are they coming to Hogwarts now?" I asked.

"I have absolutely no idea," Hermione said, crestfallen. When Hermione didn't know something, it was a tragic day indeed. "But I do know that they're staying h—"

She was cut off by Mrs. Weasley coming down the stairs. "Harry!" she exclaimed, running to give me a crushing hug. "Oh, its wonderful to see you Harry. I'll get breakfast ready," she said, walking towards where some eggs were scrambling themselves. "I've got some big news," she whispered, winking.

Hermione snapped her fingers. "I bet it's the new students that she's going to tell us about."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Well, duh," he said with too much emphasis. "What else would she tell us about? The new edition of Floo Powder?" I blinked. I didn't even know they made new kinds of Floo Powder. When you stay with muggles, you get kind of out of it in the Wizarding world.

Just as the twins came down, Mrs. Weasley called us for breakfast. We all took a seat around the massive table, and dug in. I was on my third helping of waffles when Mrs. Weasley spoke up.

"All right children, I have something to tell you," she said, looking around at us with an apprehensive look on her face. "Hogwarts is going to have some exchange students this year." There was a shocked silence. Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat and continued. "They are from an American school, and coming into the third year with Ron, Hermione, and Harry."

Hermione had a strained look on her face, like she was restraining herself from jumping up and yelling, "I knew it!"

The twins finally got over their shock. "Exchange students?" Fred asked, mystified.

"I didn't even know we had an exchange program at Hogwarts," George said.

"Neither did I," I joined in.

"Neither did I," Ron said.

And, although it looked like she was in pain saying it, Hermione also spoke up. "Neither did I," she said quietly.

"There's one more thing," Mrs. Weasley said. I looked up. "They're going to be staying with us until the start of term." This got a mixture of reactions. Hermione looked excited, Ron looked surprised, and the twins got mischievous looks on their faces. Or maybe they had already looked like that. "We are going to the airport to pick them up later today. I need you to be nice to them," she added, eyeing the twins.

"What are their names?" Hermione asked, an interested look on her face.

Mrs. Weasley took a moment to remember. "Nico di Angelo, Thalia…Grace, I think? And Perseus Jackson."

Ron snorted. "Perseus?" he asked, like that name was the weirdest thing in the world.

Hermione whacked him in the arm. "Stop it Ron," she said angrily. "That's actually an interesting name. It's from Greek mythology, I think. A demigod hero was named Perseus."

Ron wasn't buying it. "I wonder if it has any connection," he joked.

"Of course he doesn't, Ron," I said, all this mythology talk making my brain hurt.

I had no idea how wrong I was.

(At the airport, meeting demigods)

We had been holding our sign up for about 10 minutes when we saw a trio of kids around our age coming towards us. There was one girl and two boys. The girl was wearing a strange mixture of elegant and punk style clothes. She wore a black t-shirt with the name of some band on it with a silver parka over it. She had on black camouflage pants and combat boots. She had short, spiky black hair that had a circlet of silver in it. Her eyes were electric blue, like they could shoot bolts of lightning straight through you.

The shorter boy on the girl who must've been Thalia's right looked kind of sad with the way he dressed. He wore a black t-shirt with a too-big aviator jacket and black ripped jeans. He was pale, with obsidian eyes and black hair.

They final member, the other boy, looked startlingly like me. He had messy black hair and deep, sea-green eyes. He was around my height, but tanner. He also, obviously, didn't have a lightning scar on his forehead. They stopped in front of us, squinting at our sign.

The girl, Thalia maybe, cleared her throat. "Um, what do those signs say?" she asked. I blinked. Those letters were in all capitals, really easy to read. Were they illiterate?

Mr. Weasley responded. "Nico, Perseus—" the guy who looked like me flinched slightly, "and Thalia. Are you them?" he asked, looking at each of them in turn. Thalia nodded. "Come along then," Mr. Weasley motioned with his hand toward the exit, outside of which the Weasley's flying Ford Anglia was waiting for them. Mr. Weasley stopped abruptly, then introduced himself. He motioned to Mrs. Weasley and introduced her, then the twins, then Ron, then Hermione. Finally he motioned to me.

"And Harry," Mr. Weasley finished. I waved a little, waiting for their eyes to shoot straight to my scar. But they didn't. All the Americans did was exchange glances.

The exchange students took the hint and started introducing themselves. "Thalia," the girl said. "Just Thalia." Apparently she didn't use her last name.

"Nico di Angelo," Goth boy said, waving feebly.

"Just call me Percy," my look-a-like said. "No Perseus please." Thalia looked at him, a slightly incredulous look on her face. I shrugged it off as we headed to the car.

There was definitely something different about these kids. I could feel it. And I wanted to find out just what.

phew! that was long! so, whaddaya think? too boring? too slow? too incredibly amazing that it blew your mind to an alternate universe where i am the supreme ruler of all FanFiction? Hmm?

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