Sorry for the wait! My editor *cough* Sutton Johnson *cough* took forever to reply to me on what was wrong with my chapter. Review if you like/hate! This chapter takes place a day before the begining of school! So, let's just say that Ron and Hermione already know about the Head Boy/Girl stuff. Why I decided this? I wanted the Golden Trio to get a feel for our lovable demigods before school startes. Remember, Timey Wimey, Wibbly Wobbly, that's for the Whovian for you, cause I know I have one in me. Read! Review! Enjoy! Be the WORD POLICE!
Harry
I was leaning as close to the kitchen door as I could, listening to what the Order was saying. All that could be heard in the hushed tones of the Order was student, different, transfer, and protect.Then we heard the words "meeting adjourned" and rushed back quickly to our bedrooms.
"What do you think all that was about?" asked Ron.
"I honestly don't know", I replied.
"Do you think that some of us are gonna transfer to Durmstrangs or Beauxbatons?" he asked, this time eager.
"Why don't we wait and see what the Order or Mrs. Weasley says?" I snapped at him and he shut up. Suddenly we heard the loud call of Mrs. Weasley telling all the children to come to the living room. I shrugged at Ron, who looked like he was going to ask something. As we made our way downstairs, where we were joined by Hermione, who looked like she was going to ask tonnes of questions. Ginny was bouncing lightly on her heels. Damn. She's- before long we reached where Mrs. Weasley was.
"Hello, dears", she said in that way that made you nervous, but calm.
"I just want to say, that some uh, guests will be arriving early tomorrow morning from America. They're coming as transfer students to Hogwarts. Just wanted to let you know, so you don't freak out that there are random teenagers in the house when you wake up. Now, go and eat dinner!" She shooed us away, without receiving some unanswered questions. America? Are they from Ilvermorny? Do we even let transfer students at Hogwarts? All these questions raced through my head as I walked to the kitchen. But… I wasn't paying attention and slammed into the wall. Smooth move, Potter. I backed up and went through the entry way. Sirius, Remus, and other Order members were sitting around the table.
"Ah, children!" came the cheery voice of the headmaster, Dumbledore.
"DUMBLEDORE?!" Ron and I exclaimed in perfect unison. Hermione was just as dumbfounded as us, staring with her mouth agape. As the rest of the Weasleys filtered in, they all stopped and stared at the headmaster. I was the first to recover from the shock.
"Wha-what are you doing here?!" I asked, trying to hide my dismay. The old Hogwarts professor just looked at us wistfully.
"Why, my boy, I was just here for the meeting. Now, be sure to treat the transfer students well!" And with that, Dumbledore disappeared with a sharp crack!
As the rest of us recovered from our meeting, we sat around the table, discussing in low tones.
"What do ya think that was about, mate?" asked Ron, shoveling down food. Well, that's what I think he asked. When he said it, his mouth was full of food do it sounded like: "Whmfaglmau mrigldsg, mrf?" I stared down at my food, thinking about it.
"Well, it means that whatever the Order's meeting was about, it was really important. And whatever it was, we'll find out. Right? I mean, we always do." commented Hermione.
"And finish eating before you speak!" she added in a disgusted tone and slapped Ron's wrist. Ron just looked at her, only to continue eating. I swiveled around in my chair to face my food once more. I picked up my fork and pushed my mashed potatoes from one side of the plate to the other. This continued for about five minutes until Ron got very annoyed and chucked the plate across the table. I was about to comment on what he did, but then Mrs. Weasley appeared in the doorway.
"Alright kiddos! Time for bed!" she saw the faces of each of us before hastily adding, "And, in case you're wondering, the transfer students will be here before you wake up!" She shooed us out of the kitchen, not before chewing out Ron for chucking plates.
"Sorry, mum." He repeated at certain intervals and pauses in Mrs. Weasley's lecture.
"Won't happen again, mum." I stayed behind and waited for Ron to catch up, before making my way up the stairs.
"G'night 'Arry." mumbled a sleepy Ginny through the doorway, before collapsing on her bed.
"G'night 'Moine. Fred. George." I stumbled through to Ron's bedroom and face planted into my bed. Ron came in a second later.
"G'night Harry!" he said before falling down, snoring before he reached the bed.
"G'night Ron." I sleepily replied.
-Line Skip-
The next morning I woke to the sound of voices. Around five, to be exact. The voices were talking softly downstairs. I could hear Sirius's and four others I didn't recognize. I wonder if they're the transfers.I quickly arose, knowing that if it were the transfers, I could be the first to show them around. I decided to wake Ron too, knowing that he wouldn't want to miss their reactions when I told them who I was.
"Whazzup?" a groggy Ron asked.
"The transfers are here. I can hear them. Want to see their faces when they see me?" Of course, that got Ron up. It was always fun to see their reactions, even if I'm not egotistic. Like Lockhart. Those weren't even his accomplishments! And look where that got him. I changed out of my pajamas and raced downstairs, passing the girl's room and Fred and George, who were also on their way down. I slid to a halt at the bottom and looked towards the door. There were four lean boys, each with a surprisingly different fashion sense, considering they were all from the same school.
The one on my left was tall and blonde, lightly tanned so that a small scar on his upper lip looked white. Golden glasses framed his electric blue eyes, which crackled like electricity. He wore a purple shirt, with gold lettering and something that looked like a laurel. He was wearing a thin, grey, windbreaker, which obscured most of my view on his shirt. All I could read were the letters P and Q. He was wearing worn jeans and converse, which seemed to complete his look.
The blonde was talking to the boy who could literally pass as my twin. Minus the scar and glasses. When the boy noticed me, he turned and my breath was caught in my throat. His eyes were, well I don't want to say the word beautiful, but that's the only word that could describe them. They were a startling sea green. His tanned skin perfectly matched them, making him by far the most breathtaking thing I've seen. In the sense of, nevermind. I'm not gay. At least I think I'm not. His dark, messy hair was thrown over one eye, masking it. He wore an orange T-shirt with a pegasus and something that looked like Greek lettering. He wore jeans, much like the blonde and worn out sneakers. Around his neck was a leather necklace with several clay beads. Strange.
The boy next to my doppleganger was an emo-like kid. He wore a black shirt, which stood out on his skin, with a skull and crossbones. A black jacket was tossed over his shoulders and black skinny jeans. His raven hair was being tousled by the blonde next to him. Even though he had a dark aura, he was blushing furiously at what the other blonde was saying. This kid is really, dark and gloomy. Better avoid him. Probably be a Slytherin.
The last boy on my right was teasing with the emo kid. He wasn't much different than the first two, with a surfer body, blonde hair, and a leather necklace with an orange T. Instead of wearing jeans, he was wearing, were those scrubs? He sort of glowed, like the sun. He looked very laidback, and loyal, like a Hufflepuff.
I could guess their houses based on their personalities. Wonder what the first two would be. Purple Shirt will probably be Gryffindor. The way he carries himself, the air of authority around him, natural born leader. Must be pretty brave. A loud ahem got all of the transfer's attention. The person who got our attention, was none other than Remus Lupin, my old Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As he walked forward, the transfers tensed, each reaching for random objects in one of their pockets. Purple Shirt brought out a golden coin, my twin brought out- a pen?! What is wrong with them? A pen?! HAHA! Emo-kid had a skull ring on his hand, prepared to twist it and Orange Blonde had scalpel. A it isn't as weird as a pen, a scalpel?! Lupin seemed to take no protective measures, or offense.
"Calm, children. We welcome you-" he was cut off by Emo.
"Back away, werewolf." he snarled and took an offensive position.
"Are you working for Lycaon? Or are you alone?" Lycaon? Who's that? This is what Lupin seemed to take offensive from. Wait, how did they know he is a werewolf? I must've said this aloud, because the transfers turned to look at me. They looked back at Lupin, then to the rest of us. They seemed to realize something, probably who I was, and lost the offensive/defensive positions.
"Oh, uh, hey?" asked my twin. He took a turn, looking at all of us, then realized he was still holding his pen. He quickly shoved it in his back pocket and stuck out his hand to me.
"Hi! I'm Percy Jackson. Son of- oof!" He was jammed hard in the ribs by Mr. Purple.
"Hey! Oh! Uh, these are my friends," he indicated to each of them with a quick nod of his head. "Jason Grace, Nico Di Angelo, and Will Solace. And you are?" He was kidding, right? He didn't know me?! He didn't know me?! Instead of answering, I was about to give him a piece of my mind. But, Ron did it for me.
"What the bloody hell, mate! Do you seriously NOT know who this IS?! IT'S THE BLOODY HARRY POTTER! THE HARRY POTTER! TH-" I shushed him with a quick wave of the hand, hoping to explain, while giving the transfers a piece of my mind
"Sorry 'bout my friend. He's-" Here I was, being cut off by the one who called himself Percy.
"OH! Oh, oh. You're the guy who-" Sayin this earned him a sharp jab from Nico, who glared at him, like he was going to tell some big secret.
"Nevermind him. He's the idiot of the team." Nico reassured us. Ron, Hermione, and I shared a look between us. Something was strange about them, and we were going to find out what.
-Line Skip-
After a couple more minutes of introductions (Ron was still steaming, because they didn't know who I was) and showing them the house, then eating lunch, I made my way to Ginny and Hermione, who every time stole a glance at the transfers, would let out one of those long and airy sighs.
"What's up with you two?" Fred and George had asked after the transfers made their way up to their bedroom. All the girls did was let out a sigh,
"Whatever." the twins said and went up to their room to do Merlin knows what. I made my way over to Ron, who was in the closet. Why my best friend was in a closet of his own house, you ask? Well, we were going to find out some dirt on the transfers. As soon as we got the Invisibility Cloak my dad handed down to me, we slowly crept up the stairs. We were halfway to the door of the transfers' room when it creaked open and Will Solace came out, with only scrubs on. No shirt and for some strange reason, a tie. He didn't seem to notice us, until we passed by each other. He seemed to tense up and doubled back to the room. We darted into yet another open closet as he passed by us a second time, wondering what the strange presence was.
"That was close." Ron sighed in relief when we were safely in our shared bedroom.
"Yeah. Seems like the only time we'll get to bust them is at Hogwarts." I said.
"Hogwarts? Why only at Hogwarts?" Ron asked, ignorant that today was the last day of summer break. Which means lots of work preparing.
"We're going to pack tonight." I told Ron. He stared at me before realizing what I said.
"What about their supplies?" Ron asked.
"I guess they already have them," I replied.
"Oh. That makes sense. Hey, do you think that the transfers like Quidditch?" he asked, now staring at the Chudley Cannon posters he had on every square inch of wall.
"Ron, if they do, I doubt they like the Cannons. They probably would like some American team." This lead into a big debate on Quidditch, which turned into a dinner topic (The transfers were clueless) and then into a house wide debate. That usually happens.
"Well, goodnight everyone. Nico and I have a very important place to be." Will said with a smirk. Nico was just staring at the table, his face a strawberry red. Will ushered Nico out of the kitchen and up the stairs. As soon as they left, Jason started cracking up.
"Bro, why are you laughing?" Percy questioned, a skeptical look on his face. As soon as he said that, he realized why Jason was laughing and joined in. After a while of this, I decided to intervene.
"So… what school did you guys come from?" They paused for a moment, a look of pure confusion written on their face.
"Uh… well… let's not talk about our school, but yours. We will be going there in, what, two days?" Percy turned towards Jason, who gave him a brofist.
"Sure, uh. Hogwarts. How to describe Hogwarts…" I trailed off thinking. This is the time Hermione usually pipes up, but she was too busy drooling over the two transfers. Which earned them a venomous glare from Ron. Ron nudged Hermione, urging her to say something.
"Uh...oh! Hogwarts, you say? Well, lucky for you, this morning I reread Hogwarts, A History!" Hermione snapped out of her daze and continued to tell the clearly bored transfer students. Sometimes Ron and I butted in, inserting parts about our adventures through the castle.
"So… houses. Do we get, like, actually houses to live in? I thought this was a boarding school. Percy, you've been to a couple of boarding schools. Have you ever gotten your own house?" Jason asked, clearly confused by the term.
"Not houses like that!" Fred intervened, making them even more confused.
"Houses at Hogwarts are like, well, how Professor McGonagall describes them are your family. But, basically, the four houses are people who have similar traits, like Gryffindors are brave, Slytherins are slimy gits, Hufflepuffs are loyal, and Ravenclaws are smart." George added.
"Dude, imagine if you were in Ravenclaw," snickered Jason. Percy's response was a cuff to the face, taking Jason down.
"Dude, what if you were in Slytherin!" Then Percy was on top of Jason.
"WANNA GO?! WE CAN FINALLY HAVE OUR REMATCH FROM KANSAS!" shouted Jason, who staggered up and fingered in his pocket. Percy lunged forward and I was up in a heartbeat. Sparks flew. There was even some water involved. It was like there was a massive time skip that only took a few seconds, but all of us were a bit disoriented.
"GUYS! DON'T-" What I saw was instead of Jason down, he was in a playful headlock, with Percy getting sucker punched, but neither of them looked hurt.
"Wha-? What just happened?!" asked the startled Weasleys. Jason and Percy just stared at each other, then the rest of us.
"Hehe, uh… this is what we do for fun?" Percy feigned for innocence. None of us were buying it.
"That-that can't be possible. Percy hit you with enough force to take down a grown man!" Hermione started jabbering on about how force and shit worked. There were some footsteps and in burst Mrs. Weasley.
"Come on! Up to bed! Lots of packing to do! We leave at 8!" She shooed us toward our respective rooms, each with our trunks open, lying on the beds.
"I'll call Will and Nico," Percy said. Jason held him back and indicated to their room. They had a quick argument and took it to their room. I stood at the landing, trying to figure out what just happened. They weren't arguing in English. What was that language?! I flew (not literally) up the stairs and into Ron's room to tell him the news.
"RON! I may have some dirt on the transfers!" I exclaimed, clearly content. Ron was in the corner, trying to stuff some of his many Cannon posters into his bag.
"Oh, that's cool. What is it?" He asked, giving up and continuing to toss random things in.
"This may sound weird, but they don't speak English," I whispered trying to contain my excitement. Ron simply stared at me.
"Yeah. There's a term for that. Bilingual. They speak more than one language."
"Yeah, but Ron! This is different! They-"
"Boys? Are you finished packing? It's time to get to bed!" came the voice of Mrs. Weasley. I looked over to Ron, who just finished stuffing stuff into his trunk.
"G'night, Harry. Tomorrow's the first day back! Hope you're excited. Hope Snape got- yawn - fired," Ron was passed out, on top of his bed. I looked down at my trunk and sighed. Another year. What exciting things will happen?
So! You just saw my inner fangirl when I described our lovable demigods! Hooray! The next chapter is going to span over the Hogwarts Express and the Sorting! More than 2 POVs will be in the next chapter! Fun! Excitement! Drama! Persassy-ness! Long! Red Food! SO, as I say, Read! Review! Enjoy!