The Last War (hopefully)- Book 1 (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter)

Chapter 8

Annabeth's P.o.V.

After going up to our room, we stashed our bags in the corner and I went to owl the letter while Percy went into the dressing which was connected to the bathroom to change his pyjamas. I went up to the sliding glass doors which led to the balcony. I opened the doors and stepped out into the fresh air.

I took out Chiron's letter from the back pocket of my jeans and placed it on the coffee table. I whistled like Chiron had told me to, and a white snowy owl flew in and perched on the glass pane acting like a fence for the balcony. "Hey buddy..." I said softly while stroking her head with the back of my left index finger. I tied Chiron's letter to her foot and she flew away, hopefully to Professor McGonagal.

I let out a sigh and walked to the changing room as Percy walked out in his pyjamas and plopped down on the white king-sized bed. After changing into my own pyjama storts and t-shirt, I went to join my boyfriend on the bed.

Seaweed Brain immediately cuddled into my side like a little baby. I let out a small laugh and followed suit. Just as I was about to slip into the realm of Hypnos, I realised how lucky I was to have Percy with me every day and wished we could spend an eternity like this, but, deep down, I knew that most probably, we were not going to live long enough for Seaweed Brain's fantasy of us moving to New Rome to come true. It was an insane thought, an amazing thought. With that, Hypnos took me over and I fell asleep with a goofy smile on my face about something that might never be, but promised to myself that I was not going to give up.

Harry's P.o.V.

I was having breakfast in the burrow with the Weasleys when a smart looking owl flew in through the window. He stuck out his foot to Mrs. Weasley, who untied the four letters attached to the bird's leg and passed them to Hermione, Ron, Ginny and me.

I flipped the letter to see the all-too-familiar Hogwarts seal on it. I was not surprised, since McGonagal had informed us that everyone was repeating their previous years. However, I was surprised when I reached the end of the letter and I got to know that the visitors we were expecting (or not expecting?) were exchange students from America whose Headmaster had owled her a letter last night.

"Merlin! Exchange students?! From America! I can't wait to meet them... what do you think they learn? Like, how different is their magic? I bet that they still wear robes at least... " Hermione started rambling about her doubts, oppenions, and assumptions about these American magicians.

After about five minutes of rambling, Ron spoke up – much to everyone's relief, "Bloody hell Hermione! Calm down! You'll meet them soon enough, in what? A week?" I sighed. This was going to be a looong week... though I was interested in the Americans too, I did not need Hermione to read up on them and then insist that we all know everything about them...