"I've never seen you guys before. You don't go to Hogwarts, do you?" the other brunette, Hermione, blurted out, her eyes going back and forth between the Greek boys. In her opinion, Percy was the better looking of the two, and it showed in the way her eyes would always linger on the said teen.

"I've never been to Hogwarts, and neither has Nico," Percy said, glancing down at Nico to only see empty space. Immediately, adrenaline started pumping through his veins, his senses sharpening. He could've sworn that Nico was by him just a second ago.

Percy turned around when he heard the grass rusle. Lo and behold, there Nico was, an evil grin on his face as he pounced at an innocent butterfly. Once the butterfly was in his hand, Nico let out a series of villainous cackles, his eyes gaining a psychotic glint. One of the redheads, Ron, snorted, and Percy had to press his lips together to not add on to all the chuckles and snickers.

Hearing a loud snort, Nico looked over at the large group and cut his cackles short, releasing the butterfly with a sheepish smile and reddened cheeks. Percy held out an arm to Nico, gesturing for him to return to the group with a teasing smile. Nico zipped to Percy's side, grumbling, hiding his face in Percy's shoulder, looking down at the side he remembered pinching just minutes ago.

"We really ought to get going," Amos mused, his lips twitching as he watched Nico. Nico sent Amos a venomous glare that quickly killed the man's amusement. Now avoiding looking at Nico, Amos told everyone to hold onto a ratty boot on the count of three. Percy traded confused looks with Nico, and surprisingly, Harry. As one, the group touched the ratty boot, and the world began spinning at an nauseating speed, reminding Percy of how shadow travel felt.

"Let go!" Amos yelled, and Percy happily obliged. As the ground rushed at him, Percy tuck-'nd-rolled so that the momentum of the fall wouldn't hurt too badly. Then, Percy realized that they had travelled via portkey. Percy stood up on shakey legs, trying not to hurl. Everyone around the god did the same, a green sheen on their faces, all except Nico. He just stood there, smiling at their misfortune. Why did Percy feel that this was instant karma?

The group got delayed by a total of ten minutes at the entrance of the Stadium since the wizards in charge of the event decided that it was a good idea to have a muggle running the stands. The poor muggle got his memory erased so many times, Percy was surprised that he could still function.

Once the group got inside, all they saw were tents. Millions of tents that circled around one of the biggest Stadiums Percy had ever seen.

The Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry departed from the group, going their own way to set up their tent.

"You guys can stay with us, if you want. We still have and hour or two to burn before the game begins," Cedric offered, smiling kindly. Percy was about to say yes when Nico pinched his side. Again.

"That's okay, Percy and I will hang around some other time. Thank you for the portkey, though," Nico said politely, throwing Cedric an overly bright smile Percy knew was fake. Cedric gave us a nod goodbye and walk away with Amos.

Once the Diggorys were out of sight, Percy glared at Nico. "Did you have to pinch me so hard? Again?!" He grumbled, lightly massaging his aching side. Nico gave a shrug that said, "Lol, your problem!" and started to walk in the opposite direction the Diggorys had went.

Percy scrambled after Nico, and they eventually stopped walking to buy scarves from a vender. Percy picked the green scarf, not liking the red and black of the other scarf. Also, the bright color reminded him of the time his Mom force feed him Lucky Charms. Those were the good old days!

We've been walking for forever! Percy thought, but when he checked his watch, it had only been thirty minutes!

"Nico!" Percy groaned out, dragging his feet as they walked

"What?" Nico snapped, his jaw set in annoyance. Why did he have a crush on this child, again?

"I'm hungry!"

Nico glared at Percy, huffing as he guided Percy over to a booth full of sweets.

Despite Nico's unattractive attitude, Percy happily down at least six pastries and bought ten more from the astonished salesman.

Not knowing what to do for the next hour and a half, Nico and Percy sat down on an empty spot in between two tents and watched the foot traffic.

Percy's eyes grew heavy as boredom settled in. "Sleep?" He grumbled out from his spot on the grass.

"Sleep," Nico agreed, reclining next to the god.

An hour or so later, Percy was startled awake. "It's time to go," Nico rasped, his hair matted on the left side of his face, a grumpy scowl on his lips.

Percy noticed the way Nico's lips puckered every time he scowled, and found his eyes tracing the way his lips curved into a Cupid's bow. Percy was snapped out of his trance when Nico looked away quickly, the faintest of blushes in his cheeks. Percy stood up, refusing to acknowledge what he was caught doing, grabbing his bag of pastries.

On the boy's right, an army of redheads and two brunettes exited their tents. They looked equally surprised to see Percy and Nico staring right back at them.

Suddenly, Percy couldn't breath. Two arms were constricting his ribs into a bear hug, a fluff of red hair up his nose.

"Oh, it's so nice to see you again, dear. We were never properly introduced! My name is Molly Weasley."

Percy tried to reply, but all that came out was a breathy croak.

"Mum, you're crushing the poor lad!" A pair of twins, Fred and George Weasley, said in unison, an amused smirk plastered onto their faces. They could've easily blended in with the Hermes cabin.

"I'm sorry, dear," Molly said tenderly, releasing Percy and pulling Nico into a gentler hug. Percy breathed in deeply, cool air finally reaching his lungs.

Other than his now bruised ribs, the hug had been pleasant, warm, motherly. Something that demigods didn't normally get in the havoc of their lives.

"My name's Perseus Olympas, but call me Percy," Percy said, scruntching his nose at his last name. When he officially became a god, he was only left with the name Perseus, Jackson being traded with Olympas to let other gods know who he served (Zeus, gag) and where he came from. Percy thought that that was a new level of stupidity and extraness.

"I'm Nico Di' Angelo," Nico said softly, sinking into Molly's embrace, his eyes watering slightly at the motherly warmth the woman emitted, making him miss his own mother immensely.

Both Percy and Nico's last names were well known to the old, pureblood families (especially those of darker cores), since Nico came from a long line of necromancers from Italy, and Percy's family was known for. . . way too much.

According to wizards, the Olympians were a vast, powerful family of wizards that used wandless magic and had certain strengths of use, such as control over lightning, the ability to charm people into doing their bidding, having enhanced brains that took in information quicker and easier, etc. The Greeks deemed this family as their gods, worshipping their displays of magic.

Most of the people of the Olympas bloodline wanted to actually be in school without being interrupted every five minutes by a worshipping muggle, and thus, Hecate's Academy for the Extraordinary was born, created by a descendant of the origional Hecate bloodline. The school used to be strictly for those with Olympian blood, but that quickly changed when more and more wizards wanted to attend, knowing that the academy would train them in their gift. And so, the academy opened for those with the gift of something extraordinary.

Going back to Percy, he knew immediately that the Weasleys were a light family since they didn't react to their last names, much like the Diggorys. Those of the light had ditched the old traditions of wizarding kind in protest against the dark, which was very dumb in Percy's opinion; traditions were set for a reason. One tradition was the study of bloodlines. A dark family member could take one look at you and know exactly who you are, and a light member wouldn't have a clue. It was better to know who the people around you were off the bat so you could know possible enemies and possible allies. He wasn't saying that dark families were perfect. They were smart, cunning in diplomatic areas, and less ignorant of their heritage, but blood superiority beliefs and pride was their downfall.

The reunited group walked to one of the Stadium's entrances, handing their tickets to the person at the entrance, who gave directions to were all the seats were.

"Well, this is where we part, my dears," Molly cooed, patting Percy and Nico's cheeks and smiling warmly. Right then, the Minister decided to make an appearance.