A/N: I know, I shouldn't be starting a new story when I am horrible at updating my existing stories, but this one threw itself at me and wouldn't let me not make it. So, here we are. I will be updating this at random, for I have a life and other stories. Enjoy!
Ps. l'atto di morte means the deed of death in Italian
Disclaimer: I asked for the rights of HP and PJO for Christmas, but I had no avail...
Trust is a fickle thing. Most choose to be completely blunt and trust anything that breathes. Few though, are smart and choose who they trust carefully.
Nico di Angelo however, trusts not a soul. Quite literally does he live to that statement for he is, after all, son of the mighty Hades himself.
You may believe that he trusts Percy but you, however, are wrong. He may act like he entrusts someone, though that, he is merely being cunning.
Trickery is child's play. To be cunning is the real deal. To gain someone trust entirely. To suck out there soul of personal information. To stab the person in the back with it. That, my friend, is not something to be easily mastered.
To be cunning is exactly what the Ghost King shall do.
It was the opening feast at Hogwarts, and for some odd reason, people were nervous and anxious. Minerva, who was now headmistress, was strangely found wishing Albus was alive. Of course she was never glad he died, in fact, she still mourns his death. The animagus was just worried that without Albus, something would go terribly wrong.
She was glad The Golden Trio had decided to come back to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year. She had a hunch that as usual, Potter, Granger, and Weasley would get themselves in a mound of trouble. They always seemed to excel at finding it.
Minerva dismissed the feeling. It was probably just jitters after the Battle of Hogwarts last year. She wanted to believe that, but she just couldn't be sure.
Hagrid led in the timid looking first years. She was always amused at the imaginations of the eleven year olds. They seemed to think that they would have to do a test of some kind to be sorted into their houses. Minerva didn't particularly enjoy scaring them, but the results were always humorous. The headmistress still had her job of informing the first years of the sorting, and of being the transfiguration professor. She couldn't stand giving up her job.
She placed the old, ragged hat on the stool and it imedietly perked up and started singing. It was singing about the founders of Hogwarts and all that pizzaz. Not one single soul in the hall were paying that much attention. A creeping feeling had crept up the backs of the living, and the dead were cowering. The epicenter of the feeling was coming from behind the giant double-doors of the great hall.
Professor McGonagall decided to not pry, for the Feeling of Mystery would most likely reveal itself eventually. She took out the scroll and read the first name on the list. "Baxter, Devo-" The professor was interrupted by the large doors at the entrance of the hall banging open.
Out stepped a boy about 15. He had slightly long locks of black hair and dark abysses for eyes. He had a tall and lanky, yet muscular physique. The boy had high cheekbones and was wearing a black shirt, a worn aviators jacket, dark ripped jeans, and a silver skull ring with rubies for eyes. He had what looked like a pitch black sword strapped to his side. But that can't be right! In conclusion, he looked like the typical emo boy. Minerva felt that, that wasn't the case though.
To her right, Professor Flitwick, now deputy headmaster, muttered to himself, "He sure does know how to make an entrance."
The boy opened his mouth to utter in an ominous yet soft voice "Where is Harry James Potter?"
A/N: It's short, but I just felt I had to stop it there... Besides, this is the prolougue. The other chapters will be much longer, don't worry. By the way, most of the story will be in Harry's POV if not all. I just felt McGonagall should be the POV for the prolougue and the thing at the beginning was nobody's POV. Oh well I'm done boring you, as always, Flame= s'mores and REVIEW!