The British Investigation

Enrolement Day

Percy POV
"Morning." I woke up confused, then I remembered the events of the last 24 hours. I was sat on a chair in the living room of the burrow, Annabeth's face resting on my chest.
Careful not to disturb her, I turned to see who had woken me. Fred and George stood behind us, cheeky grins on their faces.
"Good job we found you and not anyone else, especially not our mother." George said.
"Nothing happened-" I began.
"Ah no need to explain yourselves to us, I'd just wake her before anyone else sees you." And they both slipped out the door.
Gently, I squeezed Annabeth's shoulder and she woke with a start. "Sorry," I told her, "we just don't want Mrs Weasley to find us like this."
She groggily nodded in agreement, knowing as well as I did that people tended to get the wrong idea.
We made our way to the kitchen for breakfast and it wasn't long before everyone else joined us. Hermione explained to Annabeth what was going to be happening and, well, I sort of listened but I didn't pay much attention.

About an hour later, we were all packed up and ready to go. We didn't have much because most of our stuff was still on the Argo, but Mrs Weasley leant us some bags to carry all the books and equipment we'd had to buy the day before.

Before long, we were at Kings Cross Station.
"I didn't know there was a Platform 9 3/4." Piper said.
"There's not," Ginny said, "not for muggles anyway."
"Oh," Jason said, "how do we find it then?"
"Follow me." And she set off running straight into the wall. Our mouths dropped open.
"Awesome!" Leo exclaimed and followed her through, leaving the rest of us no choice but to follow.
As I emerged at the other side, it opened up into a nearly identical station, except there was a red stream train.
Beside me, Annabeth appeared. "This is amazing," I looked at her and she had that beautiful twinkle in her eyes. "The architecture of this place... wow!" I loved watching her talk about architecture, the way she looked when she talked about what she loved. After we had got over our shock, we started making our way towards the train to load up our luggage.
While we were walking a boy with platinum blonde hair made his way over.
"Potter!" He said. Harry spun round. "Look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye."
"You can say that again," Ron muttered under his breath,
"But... well... I'm sorry."
Harry's eyes warmed a bit. "It's fine," he said. "I'm not sure we can ever be friends or anything, but thank you."
The boy nodded his head in understanding, holding out his hand for Harry to shake. He did and the boy wandered off.
"Who was that?" Frank asked.
"Long story." Harry told him and walked away a bit quicker. I realised that, really, we didn't know anything about these people at all. Then again, they didn't know anything about us.

We demigods shared a compartment on the train, despite it being a bit small for us all, while Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny took the compartment next door.
Annabeth pulled out her new wand. "Imperturbable." He pointed it at the door. We all looked at her in shock.
"What? I've been reading." She explained, adding under her breath. "I may have regained a bit of skill from the Egyptian magic."
"So, what's the plan." Jason asked her.
"Go along with what they tell us. Hopefully, we'll all be in the same house, or at least two of us in each. Even if we're not, we will find somewhere to meet up each day and report our progress."
"Sounds good." Piper smiled and we all nodded in agreement.
"Finite incantatem." Annabeth had cast the reversal just in time, as Hermione popped her head through the door.
"You'll need to get your robes on," she informed us. "We're nearly there."

10 minutes or so later, the train pulled up at an outdoor station and people began getting out, filling the platform. "Woah," I remarked, "that's a lot of kids."
"Yup." Annabeth replied, staring out at the sea of heads. "Where do we go."
"I'm not sure," came a voice from behind- it was Hermione, "Let's find Hagrid, he'll know if you are going with the first years or with us."
We set off walking. "Who's this Hagrid then?" Asked Will.
"Oh he's the groundskeeper," Harry told us, "Half giant-" we stopped dead and looked at each other. None of us had had many good experiences with giants. Damasen was the only good giant I had ever met. Seeing our concerned looks, Harry continued- "he is a good one, on our side in the war and everything."
That didn't make us relax much, but when we met him it was clear we had nothing to worry about. He had a jolly demeanour and kind eyes.
"Yer on the carriages," he told us. "Then ye can be sorted before this rabble get there."