Gotta keep myself motivated. (Just sayin', but I kinda want someone to comment on this story. Please *insert Percy's baby seal eyes here*! No, Okay, I get it. Whatever)

Also lols obsessing over Imagine Dragons is a way to pass my summer. Here's Demons for y'all (It's soooooooo Draco's song. Also a Dramione song.)

NOTE: THE THINGS IN BOLD AND PARENTHESES ARE A/Ns , K?

Arthur Weasley's POV:

I'll admit I was a little...what's the word youngsters say today- ah yes triggered- when I heard that 3 girls were coming to stay at the Burrow. Molly will go crazy! But then I learned the truth.

Yes, I know about demigods. I work in the Muggle Department at the Ministry what do you expect. Furthermore, I learned that they were the legendary demigods.

So as I held a sign up at the airport (an airport! They must know how planes fly. I'll ask them later.), I felt a bit of pride. My family, already now high praised because the whole war, was taking care of 3 of the children who saved the world from Mother Nature.

I could tell who they were immediately, because they just radiated power. They saw my sign, and headed over to me. I looked at them carefully- especially the females, cause, you know, I have to live with them for a couple of days. (To lazy to describe them now)

"You must be the crew. I'm Arthur Wesley. Come with me. I'm going to take you to where you'll be staying."

The blonde girl looked at me very closely, and one part of me wanted to back away. But I just gestured towards the exit. The girl looked back at the group and said something in a different language (Greek, I suppose), and the started to follow me. I felt very awkward.

I took them to my new car. It was small blue, and a gift from Kingsley.

Someone finally had the decency to speak something to me. It was the boy with raven black hair. "Nice car, mister. I like the blue." Someone elbowed him- the blonde girl. "Anyways, I'm Percy. Percy Jackson. These are my friends." Raven boy, now named Percy (like my son) said, putting his hand out so I could shake it.

I shook his hand. "Wow, Kelp-Head has learned manners!" The brown-haired girl gasped. "The world is ending!"

"Oh, be quiet, Pipes. At least he's doing something." The curly haired boy scolded while "Pipes" glared. "I'm Leo."

They went around introducing themselves. The brown haired girl was Piper, the gold-eyed girl was named Hazel, the blonde boy was Jason, the Chinese boy was Frank, and the blonde girl was named Annabeth.

When it was Annabeth's turn she asked "Not to be rude, but how are we all supposed to fit in that car?"

"Magic," I said simply.

They went inside the car, and boy were they surprised.

"How the frig do you do this?" Leo asked.

"Magic," I said again, and then we were off, while I chatted on and on about muggles. I drove to a nearby hill. Hidden in a tree was a boot.

"Okay, boys, you will hold onto this boot-which is a Portkey- in exactly, 1 minuet. Then you will be transported to the Leaky Cauldron, which is where you'll be staying," I told Percy, Leo, Jason, and Frank.

Jason looked at Percy, who shrugged. "Seems legit,"

They said goodbye to the girls, who looked sad in some sort of way.

"Okay, grab on, NOW!" I told them, giving them a 10 second warning.

I was not ready for their reflexes. Within a second, all 4 of them had grabed onto the boot.

"Umm," Percy said, "Is something supposed to happen or- WOAH!"

The Portkey activated.

The three girls stared at the place were the boys were supposed to be for a while.

"Okay. They're gone," Piper said after a while. Hazel continued to stare.

"Di immortals!" Annabeth exclaimed, and then she and Piper had a rapid-fire conversation in Ancient Greek.

"Um, back to the car, I suppose?" I said.

We drove all the way to the Burrow, the girls chatting in the car.

We got out of the car, and I made their bags hover so that they didn't have to carry them.

I flung open the door. "Welcome to the burrow."

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Hermione POV:

Okay, okay, okay.

Apparently American Exchange students were coming to Hogwarts. Three of them were staying at the Burrow.

You know what that means?

Cleaning.

Lots and lots of cleaning.

I swear if the American's are the tiniest bit rude I'm going to stun them and through them out the window.

But I digress.

The morning of them coming, we all got up early to "eat", which was mostly Mrs. Weasley telling us to get up so we can clean more.

Not that I hate Mrs. Weasley, she's like a second mom to me. And I guess it's better then her grieving stage, which we all had.

Anyway, at about Noon we were all ready and lounging in the living room while Mrs. Weasley made sure everything was perfect.

It's almost as bad as the wedding.

At about 2 in the afternoon, we heard the car pull up.

The door swung open, and we all heard Mr. Weasley introduce them to the house.

I don't know what I was expecting. I heard American's were lazy. I guess I expected people who lounged on the couch all day eating crisps.

Instead, I saw three people who easily could have passed as models.

The first girl who stepped in looked like a leader. She had curly blonde hair that was in a messy ponytail, an blue sweatshirt that looked way to big for her (I'm sorry, but I'm in love with Annabeth stealing Percy's sweatshirt), ripped jeans, and blue sneakers. Her eyes were a starling gray, and her skin was tan, like she spent all day in the sun.

The second girl looked a little younger than the first girl, and was really, really pretty. She had choppy brown hair with feathers braided into it- a look that would fail on everyone but her. Her eyes were like a kaleidoscope-not just one color. She had on a black windbreaker, a faded orange t-shirt, and dirty jeans. Not muddy, but they had some kind of stain on them. She had on boots. Her skin had a darker complexion then the first.

The last girl looked a lot younger, more of a shy person. She looked like an African-American, with gold eyes, and curly cinnamon-brown hair. She had on a gray cardigan, purple tee, jeans, and sneakers.

They looked around, though their eyes snapped to us, almost like they thought of us as danger. That's what war does to people.

After a couple of moments, the first girl spoke up. "I'm Annabeth Chase," she said.

"Hey, I'm Piper. McLean," the second girl added, almost like she didn't want to be recognized. I felt like I had heard of someone with the last name McLean before- I'll have to ask.

"And I'm Hazel Levesque," the younger girl told us, somewhat shyly.

Mrs. Weasley gestured them to the couch, where they sat awkwardly. Mr. Weasley made put their luggage on the floor.

"I'm Molly Weasley. Call me Molly. These are my kids, Charlie, George, F-, R-Ron, and Ginny," She said, stuttering a bit, while pointing to each person in turn.

Annabeth stared at her for a second, and then her eyes became sympathetic. She got up and gave Mrs. Weasley a hug. She whispered something into her ear.

"I'm Hemione Granger," I told them after Annabeth sat down. They all looked at Harry.

"Um, Harry Potter," he said.

Annabeth said "Oh," and then turned to Piper and Hazel and said something. In another language. Weird.

"Um, anyway, you guys must be starving. Come, I'll give you some food," Mrs. Weasley ushered them into the kitchen. "Ron, Harry? Will you to take their bags into Ginny's room?"

"MUM! Ron can't come in my room!" Ginny exclaimed, jumping up. "Leave them outside my room, I'll drag them in!"

Ron snorted. "Fine. I guess the house is officially full for now."

A/N Ha done. Yeet. Lemme just say, thanks for all the views. Yeet! But seriously, I love all of you :)

Im sorry for not updating, but I have zero ideas for anything.

Btw how u lovin' the new cover. I am so proud of it!

(If you know any good 1 Direction fanfics, send them to me plz, i need them)

Stay Cool,

ICQ