Disclaimer: I do not own rights to these characters. They go to Rick Riordan (Percy Jackson) and J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter). Disclaimer: This takes place after Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny are out of Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione are living in the Burrow with the Weasleys. 

Hermione and I were sitting in Ron's room waiting for him, when his door burst open like the lid of a box that has been stuffed shut. Ron, panting and out of breath, ran into the room and, forming words with the little bit of breath he could get, said, "We are going to America!" Hermione and I jumped off the bed with questioning looks on our faces. 

Hermione ran to the restroom and got a cool towel and a glass of water. By the time she got back, I had sat Ron down, and started grilling him for details. Once Ron finally caught his breath, he slowly spelled out exactly what he wanted us to hear.

"Since you two officially live with us (my parents died and their was no way in hell I was living with the Dursley's, and Hermione wanted to live as a witch rather than a muggle), Mom and Dad decided to take a Weasley/Potter/Granger family vacation. George is taking time off running their shop to join us. Even Bill, Charlie, and Percy are coming. SO pack your bags, because we are going to America!"

"Uh oh." Hermione said to me. "It is official that Ron has lost his mind."

"No I haven't!" Ron protested. "Just come down stairs and see for yourself."

As we made our way down the stairs, we were joined by Ginny, who was very eager to join us, seeing as she had not heard the news yet. When we got downstairs, we first saw the clock which had 5 hands on traveling (Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, and George), 3 hands on home (Ron, Ginny, and Molly), 1 hand on work (Arthur), and 2 new ones, also on home. (me and Hermione)

When we walked into the kitchen, we were greeted by a large cloud of dust and a stench that caused tus 4 to pull our shirts up over our noses. Ron called out, "Mom? Where are you?" Molly Weasley yelled through all of the dust, "I'm in here! Evanesco!" As we peered through the dust, it disappeared, leaving only the slight smell of burned chemicals. 

And standing in front of us was Molly Weasley, clad in a pair of bell-bottomed jeans and an ill fitting blouse that looked like it was from last year's trash heap. "What in the blue blazes are you four doing down here? Ron, I thought I sent you up to tell them to start packing!" 

"I did," Ron said. "But they wouldn't believe me!" 

"O...K..." Mrs. Weasley said. She turned to Hermione, Ginny, and I. "Arthur has decided that to signify the start of summer vacation, we will all be going on a trip to America."

"Why America?" I asked. "Why not somewhere else like Paris? Or somewhere like Italy?" 

"Well," Mrs. Weasley answered. "Arthur said that because we could go to Paris anytime, we should take a hop across the pond, so to speak." 

"Cool." said Ginny. "What should we pack?"

"Good question. Bring a couple pairs of everything!" Mrs. Weasley responded. 

"So, where are we going?" Hermione asked.

"I'm home!!" The front door swung open, and Mr. Weasley walked into the kitchen in his cleanly starched Ministry of Magic clothes. 

"So, about where we are going?" Hermione asked again.

"You mean you don't know yet? We are going to..."