Hey guys, PercyJacksontheSonofPoseidon here with the second chapter of this crossover. I once again, have to say this, even though I want to say the opposite: I do NOT own Harry and his friends, or Percy and his friends. Enjoy!

Harry POV:

"Ha! I beat you again, Harry! You just aren't that good at wizard's chess!" My friend Ron says to me. "That's like the fifth time I've beaten you today!" He continues.

Then Hermione comes in, "Honestly boys, you could've helped a little for the exchange students. The girls did all the work." She stated grumpily.

Apparently, our magical school, Hogwarts, is holding an exchange student program, except we're not sending anyone to America. "I wonder how they're gonna get here, I mean, I read about American wizards, and they don't use apparation. I wonder if they'll take a muggle aeroplane, or brooms, or-" Hermione was suddenly interrupted by Ron's mum: "Harry, Hermione, Ron, the transfers will be here soon!"

"Coming mum!" Ron shouted down the stairs.

"You know, I wonder what these transfers will be like, I hope they're not gits like Malfoy, who think they're better than everyone else." Ron said, while Hermione and I shuddered at the thought of some American idiots who think they're better and everybody else is just a low-life nobody.

We looked out the window, discussing what the Americans might be like, when we see something appear in the shadow of the Burrow, and we all gasp. A shape that looks like a boy pops out, wait no, there are quite a lot of shapes that follow him. They all meld into eleven humans.

"I'm positive those are the American transfers." I say to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Fred and George walk in right behind us and agree.

"Those are-" Fred says,

"Definitely-" George follows,

"The American transfer students." both of them say together. Ginny rolls her eyes. They do this all the time. I wonder if it will annoy the Americans when they com inside.

Suddenly, we hear a bunch of voices with American accents coming from outside, and suddenly, it's completely quiet, with everyone trying to eavesdrop on the Americans' conversation.

"Wow Death Breath, I really thought you would try to make us not fall asleep this time!" I hear a voice say.

Another voice, deathly quiet, responds. "Well your talking Kelp Head, you fall asleep wayyyy too easily."

"Hey, Percy's nickname is Waterboy!" A short, scrawny, Latino boy says.

"No, it's Seaweed Brain! And He's MINE! Get it? Mine!" A blond girl shouts.

"But his name is Kelp Head" A goth, punk, dark haired girl retaliates.

"No its-" Someone starts, but is cut off by a blond boy.

"Guys, I'm sure Percy's nickname is very important, but I think that we have other matters at hand." He waves his hand at the Burrow, "Like the fact that we're here."

"No way!" The Latino elf screams again. "Either Team Leo, Percy's nickname, or Jason's nickname.

This Percy, he slapped himself at his friend's humor, and began, "Leo, we are NOT talking about nicknames, and I am not joining Team Leo. I think Calypso agrees to this, too."

Another teenager, who had caramel-colored hair agrees with this Percy, and tells her boyfriend, Leo, to calm down. Meanwhile, Percy and the first blond girl kiss, full on the lips. I am in shock, at how they're not shy at all.

Ron jokes, "Well, they have affections towards each other. I'm guessing they're all couples, except for that punk one. She looks scary enough to scare every boy who sets eyes on her away, crying for they're mums."

Hermione, the thinker that she is, narrows her eyes, and states, "I think you're right, the goth one doesn't want a boyfriend, while everyone else has one and is happy.

Well, I guess this is gonna be a wild year after all.

I take a deep breathe, and open the door of the Burrow.

HAHA! I ended on a cliffhanger! Please don't attack me! *Runs away to hide in corner again* I might not be uploading for some time, I'm leaving for a vacation tomorrow, so I would love it if you wouldn't kill me. It would be hard to write on vacation, slightly more so if I'm dead. Anyways, please review, fav, do that stuff. Thanks, PJSP signing out!