(1997, Attic Golden trio's point of view)

Harry gaped at the site laid out before him, two identical redheads flopping around on the floor. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around it, the rest of the order of the phoenix burst in wands at the ready.

"What's all the noise about?" yelled Remus Lupin

"Ron, Hermione, Harry! Are you all right!" Mrs. Weasley looked ready to attack.

The order within seconds had herded over the golden trio behind them; Fred and George disentangled themselves from the ground and stood up glancing around warily. The two Demi-gods and the satyr had grabbed their weapons and had assumed fighting positions. The standoff was tense and although it lasted only for a minute, Harry could have sworn it was for hours.

"Umm, Mrs. Weasley this is, umm," Harry stuttered, "Hermione?"

Hermione looked over at Harry and quickly explained, "These are the heroes that we summoned, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover."

Annabeth stepped forward with trepidation and wariness, "I'm Annabeth, and this is my boyfriend Percy and our friend Grover."

Mr. Weasley looked surprised and looked nervously at the other Order members, before nodding his approval. Harry knew that like them the Order was confused by how young their supposed heroes were. He looked over at his friends and noticed how close Ron stood to Hermione. He shook his head, and they really were oblivious to their obvious attraction.

"Well should we head down stairs?" Harry casually asked.

"Oh yes, you must be hungry after your long…journey here." Mrs. Weasley looked happy to have something to do.

Annabeth's Point of View

Annabeth stood tense and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. While the older red head lady, known as Mrs. Weasley seemed pacified for the moment, the other members looked ready attack. She could feel how tense Percy was, and saw how Grover was as well. She was utterly at a loss as how to proceed. While she felt that if needed the could easily defeat the apparent wizards if the wands had to say. But, honestly her mind was racing while Percy had invincibility, Grover and her didn't. She also didn't want to hurt the younger wizards. She looked to Percy and he nodded.

"So should we head done stairs?" Percy questioned conversationally.

A scruffy haired man in frayed clothing nodded, "Of course, would you mind leaving your weapons with us?"

Grover laughed, "Yeah right."

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Sorry about how short it is but I haven'y really had much time to write. Hopefully I can update soon. Thanks to all who have reviewed.