Camp Hogwarts

We stopped at an old looking mansion-house-thing. It was hard to describe. Yaxley was still holding on to Hermione, and she almost Apparated again, but decided against it and just Stunned him. She then threw him out the window. We stared at her, shocked. "Don't comment," she said grimly. Ron smiled weakly.
"When she's angry, she's a real monster," he explained, still looking astounded. "You should've seen her in third year with Malfoy." He grinned wryly. "That was quite a good punch." Harry grinned. I remembered Draco Malfoy coming in with a broken nose during Transfiguration...
"That was you?" I asked. Hermione was a very weedy, frail girl at thirteen. Hermione studiously ignored us and started to talk about the house. "This belonged to...er... a friend... and then he... um..."
"He died and left the house to me," Harry said, his voice hollow. We stayed silent. Ron tried to cheer everyone up.
"Yeah...the house and the elf!" he exclaimed. Hermione glared at him. He rolled his eyes. "Come on, 'Mione, don't go on about spew again, it's Kreacher, for God's sake!" Hermione huffed, but she had a tiny smile on her lips.
"It's the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare," she chastised. "But I suppose we should introduce you to Kreacher. Oh, Harry, I'm not sure if he'll listen to me, you know he doesn't like me..."
"Doesn't matter. He got the locket, fulfilled his wish. He's a happy little elf now. KREACHER!" he bellowed, and an ugly, old brown thing with large, droopy ears and skin like leather Apparated in front of us.
"Master has returned!" he said gleefully. "Master has brought...others?" he asked. "Five others? Are they Mudbloods?" he asked, and when Harry glared, started punching himself. Hermione looked horrified.
"Kreacher, stop! No--no--"
"Kreacher, stop punishing yourself!" Harry yelled. Kreacher stopped.
"Kreacher is very sorry, Master. Kreacher shall not use that word again. Are--are they Muggleborn?"
"Only one is a witch, and she is half-blood," Harry answered. Before Kreacher could question, Harry plowed on. "They are half...half blood, actually," he said, deciding against explaining another world. "Half blood, except for one, who is pureblood." Kreacher eyed Annabeth. She was definitely the prettier of the two of us, so he probably thought she was the pureblood.
"Which is the pureblood, Master?"
"That one," he said, pointing at me. "Her name is Lena. This is Annabeth, Percy, Nico, and Will. They can order you around from now on." Kreacher sank into a deep bow.
"Of course, Master," he replied. "Does Master's friends need more lodgings?"
"No, the house is big enough."
"Should Kreacher make Master's friends supper?" he asked.
"Yeah, that would be great, actually. Thanks, Kreacher." Kreacher bowed again and Disapparated.
"So, this--this man who left you the house, who was he?" I asked cautiously. When tears filled Hermione's eyes, I stammered, "I--I mean--if you don't want to answer, th-that's okay. I was just wondering. It's fine, really." Harry shook his head. I noticed his eyes were getting watery as well.
"The man was my godfather, Sirius Black. He was a- a good man. He died trying to save me." He cleared his throat. I remembered Sirius Black had been cleared of all charges just before sixth year would have started at Hogwarts. "Well, um, shall I show you to your rooms?" he asked, like a concierge.
Annabeth nodded. "It's not gonna be boys and girls separated, is it?" she asked, exchanging looks with Percy. The rest of us groaned.
"Nah. Everybody can pick a room to share with their friend or significant other... actually, there's enough for all of us to have our own. Er... but I suppose you'll prefer the couples arrangement?" asked Ron, who was looking back and forth between Annabeth and Percy. "All right, but for it to be fair," he said, and Harry groaned (he'd evidently been hoping for a room of his own), "Hermione and...er... is it Lena?" he asked. I nodded. "Okay, Hermione and Lena will share a room and Harry and I will share one too."
"Is this because you're scared of the dark, Ron?" Harry asked. "Because I told you, there's nothing to worry--"
"I'm not scared of the dark!" Ron said quickly, his ears turning red. "Come on, let's pick the rooms."

Notes

Okay, this is where it takes a little bit of a deviation from the story... but I promise things will get exciting and hard for them soon. :)