Sup fellow readers! How y'all doin' today?! I'm back with another chapter. All rights go to Uncle Rick(AKA Rick Riordan) and Just Kidding(AKA JK Rowling). Have fun reading!

Harry POV

We have just arrived at Hogwarts, and the Americans are gawking at the castle. Annabeth is the most interested by it, and starts sprouting architecture facts. She and Hermione will be best mates. Ron is horrified by the fact that there can be more people like Hermione.

All I could hear from either of them was, "architecture, buildings, marble, blah blah blah..."

Suddenly, the bloke named Nico gasped. He said something in that odd language, "Ypárchoun fantásmata eke!" Whatever that means.

Percy pulled out his weird pen, and shadows seemed to form around Nico's hand, forming a sword-like item. These guys have to Death Eaters, I saw their Dark Marks, and there's death and darkness always hanging around Nico.

Annabeth and the girls however, stood unfazed. Reyna asked, "ubi?" What in Merlin's Beard does that mean? They're definitely hiding something.

"What are you saying?! You are hiding something, I know it! You could be-oof!" Ron started rambling, before Hermione whacked him in the stomach, hard.

Nico and Hazel however, calmly responded in two different languages this time. Nico said, "str kástro," while Hazel said, "in arcem." Then she responded in English, "I think She allowed them to be here. Hopefully Dad doesn't get too upset," she said shaking her head.

Who is She? And Dad? Could those people be Death Eaters? With my scar hurting more often, and my dreams, anyone could be anything.

My thoughts were interrupted by an arrogant voice. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? Potty, Weasel, and the Mudblood. And who are are guests? Have anything to do with the special event happening this year?" Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle walked over to us.

"Go away Malfoy!" Ron snarled at them.

"Now, now, Weasley. You shouldn't go scaring our guests," he said, turning to the Transfers. "You don't want to be spending time with these people," he said. "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. This is here is Crabbe, and Goyle," motioning to them.

Percy cooly replied, "Well, I think we can tell who we want to spend time with on our own, though. Right guys?" He turned to the others.

"Yep," Frank said, popping the 'p'. "We know who can be a good friend, and who can be arrogant jerks. We'll stick with these guys," he pointed at us.

"Well then, I think our job here is done, and I'll remind you, when you come running to be my friend, I won't let you," with that, Malfoy and his cronies marched away.

Leo, Nico, Thalia, Jason and Percy grinned at each other, then started coughing. Frank, Piper, Reyna, and Annabeth started at them oddly.

"What's wrong, you guys?" Reyna asked, clearly confused.

"Yeah, what is it with you?" Frank added.

"Nothing, just the levels of Dragon's ego are toxic," Percy grinned.

"Oh, Seaweed Brain. When will you learn?" Annabeth asked, sighing.

"And why Dragon?" Calypso and Hermione asked at the same time.

"Oh, that. Draco means 'Dragon' in Latin," Jason said.

"Oh," was Hermione's only response.

We got in the carriage, finally. Hermione and Annabeth continued their conversation, Percy and Jason were talking about sparring? Leo was building something with that enchanted tool belt of his, and then he threw it across the forest, and it actually flew! Piper, Hazel, and Calypso were talking about boys, Frank looked bored, and Thalia and Nico were betting about something. They also seemed to be in some kind of argument. Ron and I, however, started talking about Quidditch.

When we arrived at the castle, Ron, Hermione and I walked straight in while the Transfers went somewhere else.

As soon as they were gone, Ron asked Hermione a question, "'Mione, what is the special event Malfoy was talking about? I heard Dad and Mum whispering about something a few days ago, but they wouldn't tell me! Do you know?"

"How am I supposed to know, Ron? I saw a mast down by the lake earlier, and a carriage parked near the train, but other than that, I don't remember anything," She replied.

"Well whatever it is, we'll definitely find out tonight," I interjected.

Annabeth POV

So Hermione is AWESOME! She is as smart as me, and we have the same likes. I doubt she's a daughter of Athena though, she said she is muggle-born, which apparently means her parents are non-magical, or mortal.

After we left the 'Golden Trio', we found the teacher, Professor McGonagall. She brought us inside with the rest of the first years, who were staying away from us because we were so much older than them. Well, we only looked three years older than them, but some of us were a lot older than that.

"When you go inside, the Sorting Hat will sort you into your houses. Gryffindor for the brave, Hufflepuff for the loyal, Ravenclaw for the smart, and Slytherin for the cunning. Got it?" She said. The first years mumbled something like, 'Yes Professor'. We demigods just nodded.

After the first years went in, we heard the old man, Albus Dumbledore, say they were hosting something called the Tri-Wizard Tournament, which apparently was 3 Tasks for 3 wizards from 3 different magic schools. Then he said that there were 4 schools participating, and the 4th was the 'Hecate School for the Magically Gifted'. I reasonably assumed that was us. He said that the 11 students from this school were from America, so definitely us, and they were American Transfer Students, so they would be 'Sorted'. Whatever that means.

The door opened, and we walked in.

DUN DUN DUN! A cliffy! Not as bad as the MOA, though, Uncle Rick makes the biggest, baddest, troll-iest cliffhangers ever, and I still read him. I don't even know why anymore. But see you guys next time! PercyJacksontheSonofPoseidon has left the building!