Hi.

This is basically my fourth fanfiction, and it's a crossover between Percy Jackson and Harry Potter. The Seven, Nico, Thalia and Reyna will be included. Honestly, I had a pretty hard debate wether to include Thalia or Reyna, so I added them both for the good measure.

In any way, enjoy. The exposition's not much, but it will get better later on. ;)

Of Magic and Mythology

Chapter One: And Harry Discovers Demigods Enjoy Shopping

Harry's POV

"When are they coming?"

"I've got no idea,"

Harry felt like a doll sitting on a display case as he, Ron, and Hermione perched on a bench waiting for the American exchange students. Wizards and witches passed him. The nicer ones smiled vaguely and ignored him. The not-so-nice ones pointed and goggled.

Honestly, does anyone have any idea how annoying it was to be pointed and goggled at?

According to the Ministry of Magic, there were American exchange students arriving. They would first make themselves comfortable at the Burrow and get associated with the magic before going to Hogwarts.

Also according to the Ministry of Magic, these American exchange students were actually heroes of some sort. Since Harry, Ron and Hermione were also heroes (or at least, the ones who sort of defeated Voldemort), Kingsley thought that they could relate to each other and be friends.

Harry glanced around. They were sitting at Diagon Alley. Waiting. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were preparing the Burrow. Fred, George was probably (Note: Probably) cleaning their room at the Burrow, and Mr. Weasley was doing Ministry of Magic stuff.

"How long have we been waiting?" Ron complained. "Why are Americans so slow? It's been an hour!"

"Um..." Hermione checked her watch. "We've been waiting for... five minutes?"

Ron groaned.

Harry tore open a bag of Cauldron Cakes and munched on one thoughtfully. Kingsley had also mentioned that the American students were technically half gods and every one of them were incredibly powerful, each with their own special power.

Just as Ron was reaching for a Cauldron Cake, the American students arrived.

()()()

Harry's jaw dropped as he saw the students.

There were ten American exchange students. Leading the band was a dark haired boy with sea green eyes, an arm holding a blond girl with stormy eyes close. An athletic girl with spiky hair and silver clothes followed, along with an astoundingly pretty girl with choppy hair. A tall blond boy held hands with the choppy haired girl. A bulky Asian boy and a tiny dark-skinned girl with curly cinnamon hair followed closely by while a girl with long, dark braided hair stalked along. A dark, moody boy with inky black hair and black clothes slunk behind the group, ears practically brushing his shoulders.

What Harry was really surprised about was the boy that looked like a complete maniac, covered with machine grease and a grin that indicated too much caffeine.

"Oh my..." Hermione gasped.

Ron's jaw dropped as well.

"Um..." the leading boy said. He glanced around. "Where's our guides?"

The group shrugged.

The blond girl with grey eyes scanned Diagon Alley and the gawping people.

"Hi!" Hermione was the first to regain her senses. "Kingsley informed us of you guys. We know about your powers, so don't worry. We're your guides..." Hermione trailed off.

The two groups just sort of stared at each other.

"Awkward, no?" the maniacal boy asked.

"Very," the choppy haired girl agreed.

"Well..." the grey eyed girl began, but Harry unintentionally cut her off.

Harry clapped his hands. "Let's get to the Burrow! Can we make our introductions there?"

"Wait," the girl with the braided hair spoke. "We are in Diagon Alley..."

"Yep," Hermione said.

"We are supposed to go to this Wizard School..."

"You mean Hogwarts?"

Dead silence.

"Um..." Harry spoke quickly. "Hogwarts is the name of the school..."

Immediately, the laughing bubble exploded.

Every single American exchange student (apart from the girl with the braided hair and the moody boy) dropped to the ground in hysterical laughter.

"H-h-h-h-hogwarts?!" the maniacal boy giggled.

"Hogwarts?" the grey eyed girl gasped between laughter.

"Dude," the blond boy said. "You named a school after pig skin?"

"So?" Hermione asked stiffly. In a way, those students did have a point. Hogwarts is actually named after pig skin.

Harry tried to be patient as the students caught their breaths.

Once the laughing bubble was over, Harry discovered another thing about Americans: they loved to shop.

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It all started when the choppy haired girl saw a shop full of trinkets.

"Oh! Isn't that adorable?" she rushed over to window-shop. The blond boy (which turned out to be her boyfriend) followed her.

Within moments, every single American exchange student ran to the nearest window to window-shop. The girl with the braided hair and the girl with the spiky hair went to Ollivander's. The grey eyed girl ran for the bookshop, dragging the black haired boy with her. The maniac boy sprinted for the nearest Repair Shop, while the cinnamon haired girl and the Asian boy strolled leisurely down the lane.

"Wait! Come back!" Hermione yelped, but it was too late. The exchange students have disappeared.

Hermione made a frustrated noise deep in her throat.

Here's a warning: Do NOT get Hermione angry.

"Harry! You go down the road! Ron! You go to that alley! Grab as many of those students as you can and meet me here in ten minutes! GO!"

Harry stumbled down the road. He sprinted for Ollivander's, but the two girls have disappeared.

"Harry!" Ollivander opened the door. "How's..."

"Mr. Ollivander!" Harry gasped. "You know the two girls that came in here..."

"Oh?" Ollivander asked. "You mean Thalia and Reyna?"

"Yeah, if that's what they're called," Harry wheezed. "Where did they go?"

"I think one of them said something about going for some food... possibly ice-cream?"

"Thanks!"

Harry sprinted for the nearest ice-cream shop possible.

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Ron's POV

"Where did they go?" Ron wondered aloud. He meandered down the alley, peeking into shop windows. There was no one in sight.

"Percy! You have to see this! Isn't this book just fascinating?"

"Come on, Wise Girl. Books are all the same! Can't we go for ice-cream now? Thalia and Reyna are,"

"No, I need to buy this book!"

"But we don't have money!"

Ron scurried to the bookshop and saw the grey eyed girl with the black haired boy.

"Oi!" Ron shouted.

Both of them jumped about a foot in the air.

"Oh! You!" the grey eyed girl said.

"I'm Ron," Ron said. "You guys really need to follow us. Hermione's really mad. We need to get to the Burrow,"

"But..." the grey eyed girl glanced desperately at the books.

"It's all right," Ron said dismissively. "No one's ever going to buy these crusty old books..."

"Finally someone agrees with me!" the dark haired boy cried with relief. "Ron's right! No one will ever buy these crusty old books..."

Percy trailed off as a very angry bookshop owner stormed up to them.

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Harry's POV

Harry burst into the shop. Two sundaes were on the counter. A very annoyed clerk was snarling at them.

"What do you mean? Why don't you have the decent money to pay? I don't accept paper! I need my and twelve knuts!"

"What are knuts?" the girl with the braided hair asked, exasperated.

"You don't know what is a knut?!"

"Hey!" Harry walked quickly up, paying the clerk, who glared at them suspiciously before walking into the back room grumbling about modern teenagers these days. "All right. We really need to go now. It's Thalia and Reyna, right?"

"How do you know our names?" the spiky haired girl asked. Harry assumed she was Thalia.

"Ollivander told me," Harry squeaked, staring nervously at Reyna's dagger. They did look very sharp.

"Oh," Reyna spoke, relieved.

"Look," Harry got right down to business. "Finish your sundaes quickly. Hermione's very angry, and we have to get to the Burrow. Trust me, an angry Hermione is not what you want to meet..."

()()()

An hour later, everyone was finally assembled.

"Now!" Hermione clasped her hands together. "Are we FINALLY ready to leave now?"

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