A/N: I am trying to make this story as creative as possible. Sorry if it resembles any other crossover you have read.

Harry's P.O.V. (The Burrow)

"Children, letters from Hogwarts," Mrs. Weasley calls.

Hogwarts? I wonder, shocked.

"Hogwarts?" Ron echoes my thoughts out loud. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I race down the stairs to the kitchen. Sure enough, four letters with the Hogwarts crest lay on the table. We tear the envolopes open, and sure enough enclosed there was a letter from the headmistress.

Dear Harry Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you are invited to retake your seventh year.
Please find enclosed a list of necessary books and supplies.

Terms begin September 1, we await your owl no later than August 20.

Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress

"I guess we are going back to Hogwarts," I grin.

Thalia's P.O.V.

"You will go to Diagon Alley," Chiron continues, "To gather supplies."

I raise my hand, "How will we do magic if we aren't wizards?"

"Well, Hecate has agreed to bless you for the quest," Chiron explains. "Terms begin on the first of September. The day before, you will go get your wands, and other materials." Chiron hands Annabeth a list, saying not to lose it.

---------------Time Skip---------------

Annabeth's P.O.V. (Leaky Cauldron)

"Don't forget, you will be staying in these rooms overnight, and tomorrow you go to King's Cross Station. No one must know you are demigods," Chiron instructs through an Iris Message.

"Okay." I answer, "We will Iris Message you again if anything happens." At that I cut the connection, and head downstairs to join my friends.

We get all our supplies except for one thing:

Wands.

We wander around the shops. Frank reads the signs, since he is the only one who isn't dyslexic.

Finally, we reach a shop called Ollivanders Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B. C.

I step through the doorway, and motion for the others to follow. "Hello," I whisper, not really expecting anyone to answer. The shop is covered in dust, and looks like no one has stepped inside for years.

A voice cuts through the silence, "Welcome to Ollivanders. I do not remember any of you, and you look a little old to be getting your first wands." He pauses, surveying us. "Ah, I see, demigods..."