Hecate's Blessing (PJO and HP)

7. The Burrow

So, I'm doing another fanfiction. It's called Tsunami: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction. I'm really proud of Tsunami, and yeah, I've been planning it for a really long time. Blue cookies for all of you!!!

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Harry POV

The doorbell rang. Molly was grinning. Ron and the other Weasleys were finishing cleaning the house. It did look a bit better. Not much, though.

Hermione squealed. Ron groaned. The three of us went to answer the door. "Cheer up, Ron! First impressions are important." Hermione said, beaming warmly. She really looked like a girl someone would look up to. She was right. I tried to copy her expression. Ron failed horribly, making us all look bad.

Hermione opened the door. Ron grinned weakly. I smiled.

Nine people- just as promised in the letter- stood in the doorway. A native-looking girl with choppy dark brown hair smiled at me. "Hi! We're the transfer students from Hecate Academy, America. Are you anyhow the Weasleys?"

Ron nodded. "I'm Piper." The girl said. The three of us shook her hand, and we did the same with all nine of them. The big guy that looked like he didn't want to be himself was Frank. The Spanish small guy with pointy ears was Leo. The scary looking girl with a silvery aura, Death to Barbie T-shirt, and scary sky blue eyes was Thalia. Her brother, same eyes but blonde hair, his name was Jason. The emo kid was Nico. The African-American girl with gold eyes was Hazel. She was apparently Nico's half-sister. I knew Percy and Annabeth from my dream. Only now I realized how startling their eyes were. All of them, in fact, had scary and startling eyes that looked like they were searching you, invading you, and they all held such stances and powerful auras it seemed as if they had fought their way through America in order to get here.

"Come in, come in!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang in from the kitchen. "Who will give them a tour?"

The twins grinned. "We will!" They said in perfect sync, leaving me wondering how. Molly called back, "No funny business! No pranks, no... Never mind. Ron, honey, please show them the house? And then show them where they will be sleeping."

Ron groaned. Hermione nudged him, and whispered, "Ron! Don't groan! The transfers are probably judging us!"

"Yeah, and if they are, Ron is labeled, 'King of Lazy', or something along those lines." I muttered. Ron scowled. 

We showed them the house. Ron's room, my room, Hermione's room, the twins' room, and so on.

We ushered them outside. There was a tent, in which opened up to a house. "You'll be sleeping in this." I said. Percy frowned. "Just... one?" Murmurs of agreement come from the others.

"Well, go on, you'll see." Hermione said, saving my embarrassed back.

They went in. I heard gasps from the Americans.

Percy POV

I gasped. I just walked into a small tent that looked about four feet by four, and there's a mansion inside. What?

The interior was white and light gray marble, the exact colors of Olympus. It reminded me of Olympus too. There was an oven, a microwave, a fridge, stairs, and anything you could ask for. A gray owl, the same shade and color as Annabeth's eyes, flew around. It stayed close to Annabeth as it did, probably from Athena. I was proved right, when a letter in Ancient Greek came,

Annabeth,

Here is a gift of wisdom and good luck. You did not get a pet when your school supplies were bought, and here is an owl. She will stay near you. I have told her to do her best not to attack Perseus. She is a very smart owl, and you being my daughter, she will know where you are.

Love,

Athena

Annabeth smiled. She stroked her owl. The owl seemed to love it. She tiled her head upwards, and Annabeth scratched the owl's cheek. They both seemed to be having an amazing time. "Name her," I suggested. Annabeth murmured something, then said it louder, "Wisdom. Her name is Wisdom." Wisdom seemed to understand.

I went upstairs.

A hallway across from me sprouted under an arch. I took a step forward. To my right, There was a bathroom, closet, stuff like that. To my left were two clothing and dressing rooms, one for each gender. A '♂', or a 'male', was carved in blue on the door of one dressing room. For the girls, carved upon the door was '♀', or 'female' in pink on the other door.

In front of me was the vertical hallway. I went in. It was really wide, and the dead end in front of me was curved, reminding me of the cabins at camp. Then I remembered I was in a tent. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Behind me, Hazel was coming up. I waved. She waved back.

As she checked out the dressing rooms and closets, I went forward. The first two doors I passed had lightning bolts on them. Then, the next door had a trident. The smell of saltwater passed my nose. I went in. The smell of the beach, waves crashing, seashells, was stronger inside.

The room was blue. I grinned. Closing the door behind me, I collapsed on the bed.

The bed was light blue, and I realized there was a mini-fridge. I got up. In the fridge- Guess what? My mom's blue cookies!!! Blue cake too!! I snatched a cookie from the bag that read "Love you -Sally". It was delicious. I rolled up the blinds.

The view was beautiful. Honestly. The house was close up, but other than that, forest roamed freely. But the warmth of my mom's freshly-made cookies made the experience even better.

I went outside my room. The hallway ceiling was actually fabric, reminding me, once again, that this was a tent.

Hazel walked out of a room two doors down that had gold carved on it. She looked like she loved it. Nico, who's room was in between Hazel's and mine, actually smiled as he came out. On his door was a skull. I realized that the rooms were based of camp and Olympus; the male gods on one side, females on the other. And the only difference was that Hades had room for his children. Right after Poseidon. I knew I felt bad for Hades, having been neglected by the other gods, and living with depressed dead of souls, and never even getting a throne upon Olympus. But in someway, that had effected him. It would effect anyone.

I went downstairs. "Gee, the rooms are dam awesome." Thalia smiled.

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. "Really, Seaweed Brain, that isn't saying a lot, you think murder is awesome. But, I'll check the rooms out."

She went upstairs.

We talked. We shouted. We joked.
Jason came down from his room holding a brick. He was hugging the brick to his chest. "Stop it!" He snapped when some of us giggled. He then proceeded to cuddle with his brick.

We discussed our stay here in Britain. Our quest, the prophecy, things like that. We joked around once in a while, Annabeth reminding us this was serious. "We can joke around all we want later. We can expect later on, we'll probably have no time to discuss this matter. In 'Hogwarts: A History' it's proved security is deeper in the castle. If you wanna object, I dare you to read it yourself."

And, yeah, nothing that exciting happened.