My poor computer died... RIP and thank you for years of loyal service.

Okay, so the from here it will start with only a few changes then gradually more changes shall appear.

Thank you reviewers, followers, and favourites. Finally, I have more reviews than favorites... now that it's happened I feel kinda sad... weird. My writing skills don't seem to be improving, but I'm working on it! I'm gonna try to fill more pages in my composition book too.

HELP! : How do you indent? It's been annoying forever! Tab sends you to save and five spaces don't work.

Le Diablo Blanc2 - You didn't miss anything, there was a time skip. It would take too much time to write a whole month worth of meetings and I'm just going to leave that to the imagination of the readers and maybe flashbacks.

Naosuegi - Really? Thanks, I thought they were the exact same thing, but wasn't too sure.

Hope-Hikari - Thanks, I'll try that.

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I forgot the question in the last chapter! Darn, oh well, there wasn't one anyway.

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A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred's pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction - big, fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers.

Fred scrambled around, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward and walked right into the fire saying "the Burrow!" Aunt Petunia gave a shuddered gasp. There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.

"Right then, George," said Mr. Weasley, "you and the trunk."

Harry helped George carry the trunk forward into the flames and turn it onto its end so that he could hold it better. Then, with a second whoosh, George had cried "the Burrow!" and vanished too.


"Ron, you next," said Mr. Weasley after most of the demigods went.

"See you," said Ron brightly to the Dursleys. He grinned broadly at Harry, then stepped into the fire shouted "the Burrow!" and disappeared.

Now only Harry, Mr. Weasley, Diana, and Nico remained.

"Are you not going?" asked Mr. Weasley when he finally noticed the two.

"We have to put the boards back. Then we can go by Nico's means of travel, which has a maximum of one other person and leaves him tired." explained Diana, monotonously. Well, for now.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. She just glanced at him and shrugged it off. Nico turned his head toward his shoulder and seemed to be snickering. Diana looked at him and tilted her head in confusion, making him laugh harder and Harry smile a little.

"Well... 'bye then," said Harry to the Dursleys. They didn't say anything at all. Harry moved toward the fire, but just he reached the edge of the hearth, Mr. Weasley put out a hand and held him back. He looked at the Dursleys in amazement.

"Harry said good-bye to you," he said. "Didn't you hear him?"

"It doesn't matter," Harry muttered to Mr. Wesley. "Honestly, I don't care."

Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry's shoulder. As if sensing something interesting was going to happen, Diana whipped out her video camera and started to tape everything.

"You aren't going to see your nephew till next summer," he said to Uncle Vernon in mild indignation. "Surely you're going to say good-bye?"

Uncle Vernon's face worked furiously. The idea of being taught consideration by a man who just came down his chimney like he was a common burglar or Santa Clause during the middle of summer seemed to be causing him intense suffering. But Mr. Weasley's wand was still in his hand, and Uncle Verniny, ahem, Uncle Vernon's tiny eyes darted to it once, before he said, very resentfully, "Good-bye, then."

Diana pretended to pass out into Nico's arms, though the camera was in the same place unmoved, and Nico just stood there, gaping, in mock shock. (A/N It rhymes!) Both went unnoticed by Mr. Weasley and the Dursleys but Harry watched them from the corner of his eye, amused.

"See you," said Harry, putting one foot forward into the green flames, which felt pleasantly like warm breath. At that moment, however, a horrible gagging sound erupted behind him, and Aunt Petunia started to scream.

Harry wheeled around. Dudley was no longer standing behind his parents. He was kneeling beside the coffee table, and he was gagging and sputtering on a foot-long, purple, slimy thing that was protruding from his mouth.

One bewildered second later, Harry realized that the foot-long thing was Dudley's tongue - and that a brightly colored toffee wrapper lay on the floor before him.

Aunt Petunia hurled herself onto the ground beside Dudley, seized the end of his swollen tongue, and attempted to wretch it out of his mouth; unsurprisingly, Dudley yelled and spluttered worse than ever, trying to fight her off. Uncle Vernon was bellowing and waving his arms around, and Mr. Weasley had to shout to make himself heard.

"Not to worry, I can sort him out!" Mr. Weasley yelled advancing on Dudley with his wand outstretched, but Aunt Petunia screamed even worse than ever and threw herself on top of Dudley, shielding him from Mr. Weasley.

"No, really!" said Mr. Weasley desperately. "It's a simple process - it was the toffee - my son Fred - real practical joker - but it's only an Engorgement charm - at least, I think it is - please, I can correct it-"

But far from reassured, the Dursleys became more panic-stricken; Aunt Petunia was sobbing hysterically, tugging Dudley's tongue as though determined to rip it out; Dudley seemed to be suffocating under the combined pressure of his mother and tongue; Uncle Vernon, who had lost control completely, seized a china figure from the top of the sideboard and threw it very hard at Mr. Weasley, who ducked, causing the ornament to shatter in the blasted fireplace.

"Now really!" Mr. Weasley shouted, his wand on Uncle Vernon. "I'll sort this out!"

Harry didn't want to miss the fun, but Uncle Vernon's second ornament narrowly missed his left ear, and on balance he thought it best to leave the situation to Mr. Weasley. He stepped into the fire, looking over his shoulder as he said "the Burrow!". His last fleeting glimpse of the living room was of Mr. Weasley blasting a third ornament out of Uncle Vernon's hand with his wand, Aunt Petunia screaming and lying on top of Dudley, Dudley's tongue lolling around like a great slimy python, and Diana video taping the whole thing while Nico did commentary. But the next moment Harry had begun to spin very fast, and the Dursley's living room was whipped out of sight in a rush of emerald-green flames.

Nico and Diana were greatly enjoying the show. Dudley's tongue was about 3 3/4 feet long before Diana took pity, more towards Mr. Wealsey, who was dodging a sixth ornament, (got bored) and lent a hand. By the time Dudley's tongue was four feet, the Dursley's were calm enough (knocked out by Diana) to let Mr. Weasley do the counter curse.

Mr. Wealsey turned Dudley's tongue back to normal, then levitated the three Dursleys back to their bedrooms with Nico telling him who belonged in which room. While they were doing that, Diana made sure there was no trace that they were ever there. Fixed the china and boards back in place. Check. Putting back what the Stolls wanted to steal. Check. Everything in the same place as when they came, down to the millimeter. Check. Erasing all fingerprints. Check. All done. By complete accident, the living room was so shiny it was possible to see your face in the polished wood.

When Mr. Weasley saw the room, he froze in shock, but Nico didn't even spare it a second glance and just said "Diana, you went overboard again." as he left a note on the overly shiny table that claimed Mr. Weasley had come and picked up Harry on the promised date and time.

Mr. Weasley was shaken out of his shock and apperated to the Burrow, followed by Nico and Diana by shadow travelling.


As a late bonus I added chapter 8 though I'm no longer counting it as chapter 8. Unfortunatly, I can't seem to find my composition book or Goblet of Fire. I don't know when I'll able to update next. Soon, hopefully. Unless someone can send me a complete, or at least past this part, reading the Goblet of Fire fanfic.


Harry's POV Rewinding a bit.

Harry spun faster and faster, elbows tucked tightly to his sides, blurred fireplaces flashing past him, until he started to feel sick and closed his eyes. Then, when at last he felt himself slowing down, he threw out his hands and came to a halt in time to prevent himself from falling forward out of the Weasley's kitchen fire.

Apparently, they had just finished the last of the introductions when he fell through.

"Did he eat it?" said Fred excitedly, holding a hand to pull Harry to his feet. (A/N I really want to change said to asked but...Alex, part of my brain, keeps saying not to and keeps nagging me whenever I change it. No, I'm not insane... okay maybe a little, but isn't everyone?)

"Yeah," said Harry, straightening up. "What was it?"

"Ton-tongue Toffee," said Fred brightly. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer..."

As the tiny kitchen burst into laughter, Conner and Travis took the opportunity to talk to Fred and George.

"We'll test any others for you, but" Travis offered.

"In return, we get some of your products." Conner continued.

"But, of course." the twins said in unison.

The laughter stopped complete with paling faces.

"As long as no one gets hurt and you don't do something irreversible, well... you'll live." Katie said sweetly once she recovered. A bit too sweetly.

Harry looked around and noted that a couple of the American students had been led outside and saw Ron and George sitting at the scrubbed wooden table with two red haired people Harry had never seen before, though he knew immediately who they must be: Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley brothers.

"How're you doing, Harry?" said the nearer of the two, grinning at him and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy W. and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscular, one of them had a large shiny burn on it.

Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand. Bill came as something as a surprise. Harry knew that he worked for the wizarding bank, Gringotts, and that Bill had been Head Boy at Hogwarts; Harry had always imagined Bill to be an older version of Percy W.: fussy about rule-breaking and fond of bossing everyone around. However, Bill was - there was no other word for it - cool. He was tall, with long hair that he tied back in a pony-tail. (A/N like those mystery people from before.) He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill's clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but dragon hide.

"Nice boots," said Thalia just before there was a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him.

"That wasn't funny Fred!" he shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"

'Fred?' thought Percy.

"I didn't give him anything," said Fred, with another evil grin. "I just dropped it... It wasn't my fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

"You dropped it on purpose!" roared Mr. Weasley. You knew he would eat it, you knew he was on a diet -"

"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.

"It was four feet long before I was allowed to shrink it!" Everyone roared with laughter again.

"Before you were allowed to shrink it?" asked Will.

"Yes! That girl had to knock them out!" The laughing grew louder.

"It isn't funny!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spent half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons-"

"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!" said Fred indignantly.

"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," said George. "Isn't he Harry?"

"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley," said Harry earnestly.

"That's not the point!" raged Mr. Weasley. "You wait until I tell your mother -"

"Tell me what?" said a voice behind them.

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen. She was a short, plump woman with a very kind face, though her eyes were presently narrowed with suspicion.

"Oh hello, Harry, dear, and you must be the foreign students." she said spotting the non-red heads and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. "Tell me what, Arthur?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated. Harry could tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadn't really intended to tell Mrs. Weasley what happened.

There was a silence, while Mr. Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then two girl stepped in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs. Weasley. One, with bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth, was Harry's and Ron's friend, Hermione Granger. (The exchange students' eyes widened in shock when they saw her.) The other, who was small and red-haired, was Ron's younger sister, Ginny. Both of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back, which made Ginny go scarlet - she had been very taken with Harry ever since his first visit to the Burrow. (Which, in turn. caused Silena to hold back her almost mandatory Aphrodite cabin squeal.)

"Tell me what?, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice.

"It's nothing, Molly," mumbled Mr. Weasley, "Fred and George just - but I've had words with them-"

"What have they done this time?" said Mrs. Weasley. "If it's got anything to do with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes -"

Hermione gasped then began massaging her head. "Percy, could you conjure some pillows on the table?" asked Hermione. Percy conjured the pillows without a second thought.

"Why do you need them?" He asked. Before Hermione could say anything, there was a loud PLOP! on the pillows. Nico and Diana were on the pillow filled table, and were covered in snow.

"Practice your aqua jumps! You need to work on the landing!" groaned Nico.

"And you need to work on your aim." Diana countered.

"What happened?" asked Connor.

"Nico took us to the Himalayas on accident, again." said Diana.

"Again? Don't you usually land in China?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, but occasionally we land in the Himalayas," Nico replied. A moment of silence took over. Everyone stared at Hermione.

"Mia!" the demigods shouted.

"Hey, guys. It took you long enough." she said with an amused smile. "I was beginning to think you hated me."

"We can't hate you, it's emotionally impossible. Especially for Will," said Travis.

Will smiled. "Yeah, I can't hate my adorable little sister." he said. "Should I make a Haiku about it?"

"Adorable Mia,

Smart, cute, and lovely,

You are amazing"

"That sucked." said Connor. "Doesn't Mia have two syllables?"

"You guys are siblings?!" exclaimed Ron.

"Half-siblings, but yes they are." said Thalia.

"It's really crowded in here." said Mrs. Weasley, who had completely forgotten her anger at this point. "Why don't Hermione and Ron show you where you are sleeping?"

"Of course, this way," said Hermione.

"It's fine, we can set up a camp in your backyard, instead of taking up space in your house." said Annabeth.

A few minutes later

Annabeth and the Stolls won the argument, but then when do they lose?

They stepped outside. Annabeth glanced at the burrow and just gaped. "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" she screamed. Then she began to say a bunch of technological stuff about architecture that this writer is too lazy to write and you readers would be too bored to read or understand. Mrs. Weasley watched over her after she passed out from shock and lack of air.

The demigods (including Hermione) began to set up camp, Harry, and the younger two Weasleys helped, not that it was needed. (And they hindered more than they helped.)

"So, what are the-" Travis began after Mr. Weasley went inside to check up on the others.

"- Weasley Wizard Wheezes?" finished Connor.

The Weasleys laughed. Hermione frowned, but the demigods could see the amusement in her eyes.

"Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and Geoge's room," said Ron quietly. "Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that..."

"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," said Ginny. "We thought they just liked the noise."

"Only most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous," said Ron, "and you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms... She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected."

"And then -" Ginny began.

"Owls?" interrupted Castor.

"O.W.L. , Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students take at age 15." answered Hermione.

"You sure you don't belong in cabin 6 with Annabeth?" asked Charles.

"Are you doubting my ability to out shoot a centaur?" asked Hermione with a competitive smile.

"No." chorused the demigods.

"Who would?" asked Will. He began doting on his only sister. Apollo didn't get many girls, so when there was one they got many overprotective siblings and an overprotective father and aunt to spoil them. For Hermione, though, she also had the Demeter and Hermes cabin to protect her.

"Out shoot a centaur?" asked Ron.

"It's a camp term, it means she's really good in archery. She really can out shoot a centaur though, remember when she went against that one party pony?" said Silena.

"Poor guy," said Charles.

"Party pony?" asked Ron.

"So what were you saying?" Connor and Travis asked Ginny.

"Um, oh yeah, there was this big row," Ginny said, "because Mum wants them to into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they wanted to do is open a joke shop."

"Really?" the duo asked excitedly.

There was a loud shriek, when they turned they saw Katie fussing over some plants that were nearly dead.


Lame ending, I know. Is it just me or does the chapter 8 part look longer?

Oh yeah, I'm adding telekinesis to SD powers. I did mention multiple blessings from different gods, right? In that case Diana and the SDs have a couple tricks up their sleeves that I won't mention. They will have fatal flaws depending on personality and all that stuff.

Oh, and the inspiration to make Hermione a daughter of Apollo comes from Apollo's Daughter by wolfie18, an awesome fanfic that, unfortunately, only has about 4 chapters.

No criticism or corrections? And no one answered my Beta question from chapter 3. T^T *sniff*

Btw: Each part of my brain has a name because that is the way my brain wants it. And the brain does what the brain wants, besides the brain names itself doesn't it. Think about that and learn your brain's name.

Fun Fact: Apollo Robbins, a man known as the king of thieves, has named his brain Frank. (Personally, I think he should be named Hermes. Who agrees with me? Anyone?)

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