The Seven go to Hogwarts (HoO/HP crossover)

Chapter 5: Food and talk

I'm obsessed with a boy band by the name of One Direction... I don't know if you've heard of them? So I placed one of their iconic MVs and songs above. 

So, without any other junk, here's the next Chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't think I'm a boy. Or really old. So, I'm neither J.K. Rowling or Uncle fudging Rick!

Ron's POV:
Out of the blue, we have to go back to Hogwarts. I'm not sure how it'll go. I had the time of my life there, but it also had tons of bad memories now.

Plus, American Exchange students? What the bloody hell were those? I never knew they existed. They sure are going to be a pain in the buttocks that's for sure.

I think that we all were surprised when they came. They looked like those muggle supermodels I caught Hermione looking at once.

When mum said our names, she almost said Fred. Then the blonde one- Annabeth- got up and gave her a hug. Did she know about him?

Anyway, while me and Harry wingardium leviosa-ed the Americans luggage, I whispered to Harry, "Why weren't they helping us in the war?!"

"Looked like they didn't even care that I was Harry Potter. Which is fine, but really?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "But something about them seems a odd about them, amirite?"

"Agreed," Harry said, dropping the drags they had. On my foot.

"Ow! What's in those things?" I exclaimed, jumping up and down on one foot.

"I dunno. Books?"

I frowned. "Another Hermione? Isn't one enough?" (I was thinking about Beauty and the Beast while writing this :D)

Harry looked around. "Do you want to be killed? By your girlfriend?!" He exclaimed.

I blushed.

Piper's POV:
The 'Burrow' is the kind of house I wish we lived in. Small, cozy, with the sense of home. As much as I loved my dad, with his status we couldn't get that kind of house.

While the redhead #3- Runt?- and the chosen one- Harry Potter- took our luggage away (when we were capable ourselves, thanks), the bushy haired one- Hemeowney?- decided to talk to us. Along with The red-head girl, Ginny.
I ate whatever soup Molly gave us. It tasted nice. (We are going to say that the gods have given them permission to eat without sacrificing since they are undercover)

"So, what school did you guys go to?" Ginny asked.

"Ilvermorny," Annabeth answered.

"Oh, I've read a bit about it. Anyway, do you guys know why we're having an exchange program?" Hermione wondered. Ugh.

"It's quite funny, actually. We have so many 1st years that our headmaster decided to send a few of us over here so that it wasn't over crowded. Because you have quite a few empty spaces..." Annabeth trailed off.

"Oh," Hermione's voice has gotten a sad end to it. "I'm assuming that you guys didn't have to deal with Voldemort than?"

"Not him, no," Hazel said.

"We had our own... problems," I added.

Rusty and Harry came down the stairs.

"Oh. Hey," Harry said.

I gave a swift nod, then yawned. "Stupid jet lack."

"Yeah," Hazel said, " it wasn't this bad last time."

Hermione looked at us. "What do you mean last time?"

"Nothing," I said, charm speak rolling of my tongue.

"Oh-oh kay."

We finished the soup in silence.

—time skip says that they did something else that I'm to lazy to write—

Ginny's POV (sorry for all the changes!)
The exchange students? Weird.

When we went up to my room, (which shouldn't have to hold as many people as it did) the three of them grabbed their bags and held them as if their life depended on it.

Weird.

They got into their pjs by taking turns in the bathroom even though everyone in the room was a girl. Ok fine, that's not weird, but when Annabeth came out, her shirt slipped down her shoulder and a huge scar was visible. She quickly covered it up, so I didn't ask her about it.

Also weird.

Then, when the three of them got into bed, they took out some muggle devices (sell fones they said) and started interacting with the other exchange students who were at the Leaky Caldron. Why weren't they there?

Extremely weird and annoying.

When they were done talking, they shut of the devices and told both of us good night.

Something's different about them, and what the war and Harry taught me is that you can never be sure about alliances.

I will find their secrets.

Sorry for the short chapter. This is obviously a filler and the next one will be too. Sorry.

Thanks for the support!

I'm so grateful for you all
Also,
Look!
I made this while I was at the beach about a week ago!

It says "Percabeth". I know it's hard to read, but Wattapad won't let me use the video I made showing each of the letters.

Idk I was bored.

Stay cool!

ICQ