Hiya guys! I know what you're thinking… "YOU SHOULD BE WRITING CHAPTER 9 OF THE SON OF NEPTUNE!" BAD, ULTIMATE, BAD! yeah…I'm sorry. But I HAD to do this! It was calling to me! CALLING I SAY! Also, if you're wondering, chapter 9 is ALMOST done. I'm having to make it ridiculously long so that I could fit in all the send-a-character winners in… and I promised my best friend (HIYA RILEY222!) she could help me write the part she came up with and she's not coming to my house till tomorrow…so yeah.

Anyway, I've been wanting to do one of these for a while! I love Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, and I REALLY love NICO. So, here you areJ I must warn you though, this is my first crossover, so I don't know if it's any good. Takes place in the 5th book. Nico is 15, Percy and Annabeth are 19 (And still a happy couple, might I add!)

Now that this long ramble is done, here is the first chapter!

I HAVE EDITED!

Unexpected Visitor

For once, the halls of Hogwarts castle were silent. The light of day was just starting to fade, and in about an hour, the students will be getting off the train and flooding the halls. Teachers bustled around, cleaning their classrooms, or discussing lesson plans for the next day. The newest teacher, Mrs. Umbridge, was busy decorating her office in frilly lace and pink…fluff.

Only one person was not preparing for the arrival of the students was one Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting quietly in his office, thinking. Just thinking.

You see, Albus Dumbledore was not happy. He was not happy he was out of Lemon Drops. He was not happy that the Ministry decided to issue Mrs. Umbridge to oversee the school. But most of all, he was not happy that none other than Harry Potter had had a hearing at the Ministry for "Improper use of Magic" (he had attended, of course)

Rather suddenly, the room began to darken, as if the lights were failing. The shadows began to thicken. Dumbledore pulled out his wand, expecting the worse: Death eaters. What he did not expect, was for an olive-skinned, dark-haired, 15-year-old boy to stumble out of the shadows, and fall to his knees at Dumbledore's very own desk.

Professor Dumbledore shot to his feet as the boy lifted his head and peered groggily around the room.

"This…this isn't camp…." The boy slurred "I….shouldn't be this tired unless…." He seemed to notice Dumbledore for the first time. The boy looked up at the old man, his eyelids drooping precariously. "Who…?" Unfortunately, the boy never finished his sentence, for his eyes closed and he fell forward, completely out cold.

"Oh dear…" Dumbledore murmured. He glided to the boy's side and felt his pulse. It was their, but the boy's skin was as cold as ice, which was strange. In all honesty, the boy seemed to be…sleeping. His expression was peaceful, and he was snoring softly.

Dumbledore stood and flicked his wand, muttering a spell. The boy lifted into the air, and his body followed Dumbledore as he glided through the door, towards Madam Pomfrey's infirmary.

He opened the large wooden doors and called, "Madam Pomfrey?"

Madam Pomfrey looked up from making one of the hospital beds.

"Ah, hello Professor Dumbledore. What brings you…" she noticed the unconscious boy floating behind him "Oh…oh dear. Whatever happened?"

Dumbledore set the boy down on a bed, before replying, "I couldn't explain if I tried. Now, if you'll kindly take care of this young man, I have some matters to attend to."

Nico

Nico woke up in a soft bed, his vision blurry. He was still a bit groggy, and at first, he wondered what part of camp he was in.

But then he remembered. He hadn't made it to camp at all. He had appeared in what seemed to be an old man's office. He remembered being ridiculously tired (something that only happened when he shadow-traveled long distances) and passing out (in a very manly manner, of course) if front of said old man.

Now where was he?

"Oh good, you're awake." A soft voice spoke from somewhere to his left. Nico jumped, startled.

"Holy Zeus!" he exclaimed.

Thunder boomed.

He twisted and sat up, to see an older-looking lady with grey-brown hair and brown eyes. She looked at him sternly and pushed him down gently

"Now, now, there will be none of that. Stay still and rest." Nico realized she had an English accent. A terrible thought occurred to him.

"Wha…where am I?" he asked, his voice sounding heavy and tired.

The Lady seemed a bit taken aback. "Well, you're in Hogwarts Castl—"

"No, no!" he cut he off impatiently "I mean where I am? What country?" he thought for a moment "Wait a second. Did you say Hogwarts?"

She ignored his last question. "Why, you're in England of course!" she looked at him as though he might not be quite right in the head. "Where else would you be?"

"England!" he exclaimed.

"Yes! But, I do wonder why you didn't take the train like you're supposed to."

"Train…?"

"Yes, yes. The train." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh dear! Look at the time! It's time for the Welcome back dinner! Now, what house are you in?"

"House….?"

At that very moment, the doors swung open to reveal the old man he had seen before.

"Ah good, he's awake." The old man motioned for him to come forward. "Come now, don't want to be late for the sorting. I shall explain on the way."

Nico eased himself up and stumbled towards the old man, who waved good-bye to the lady saying, "Thank you Madam Pomfrey."

They walked for a little while, until the old man stopped and broke the silence. "What is you're name, young man?"

Nico became suspicious almost instantly. He looked the man in the eye, poised to lie, but something about the man's blue twinkling eyes pulled the truth out of him. "Nico…Nico Di Angelo." He muttered reluctantly.

The man nodded, and replied "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore. I am headmaster here at this school. Now, I have a few more questions for you. First, how did make it inside the walls of this castle? For one, you are far too young to Apparate, and second, you cannot Apparate anywhere inside the castle grounds," he looked at Nico expectantly.

Nico looked up at the man defiantly, going through plausible answers through his head. It didn't help that a huge secret weighed on his answer, added to the fact that he had no idea what Dumbledore was going on about.

After a moment, Nico shrugged, fixing an indifferent expression on his face. "I dunno," he deadpanned.

The muscles in Dumbledore's jaw twitched just the slightest bit. "Well, then, if you don't know, I suppose I'll just have to keep you here and keep an eye on you, until you come to remember,"

Nico gave the old man a defiant death glare. "You can't do that," he said stubbornly.

Dumbledore's face became unnaturally calm. "Oh, but I can Mr. Di Angelo. I can indeed," he said ominously.

As much as Nico hated to admit in, he was just a tad bit intimidated by this man. He had a feeling that Dumbledore could really do terrible things to him, if he really wanted to.

Nico swallowed hard, his lips a thin line. "Fine then. I'm stuck here. Where exactly is here?"

"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry,"

Nico was tempted to laugh, but Dumbledore seemed completely serious. "You've…You've got to be kidding me. That's absurd,"

Is it really, though? An annoying, rational little part of his brain chided. You're a Demigod. The Greek Myths are real. Who's to say that a Wizard can't be real?

"No, Mr. Di Angelo, I most certainly am not. I can say with full honesty -and sanity mind you- that this is a school for Wizards and Witches, the finest in the world," he stopped for a moment, thinking. "That is part of the reason you must keep here. This school is very hard to breach, and with such dark things rising, I cannot trust that this is just a simple mix-up."

Nico nodded, understanding. If this were camp, Chiron would probably do the same.

He sort of reminds me of Chiron…

"Well, Mr. Di Angelo, Just to clear things up a bit, are you a Wizard?"

Nico shook his head. "No. I'm not,"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, frowning. "Huh…I wonder…"

"What?" Nico blurted. The man gave him a look, before rummaging through his robes. He felt around a bit, before pulling out a long, thin brown box.

"Ah, here we are," the man muttered "This appeared on my desk a few days ago. I could not get it to open, and every spell I used bounced right back. But I wonder if you can open it." Dumbledore thrust the box into Nico's hands.

"What make you think I can…" he stopped when he read the label.

To the One Who Is Not.

Nico swallowed, his mouth suddenly going dry.

It could be a trick, it could be poisoned, it could be…

No, that same little rational voice reprimanded. Stop being so paranoid. Just open the thing.

Tentatively, Nico pulled on the top of the box. It came off with ease.

Inside, were two long, slender pieces of wood, one black and silver, and one gray and blue, and a small piece of paper. Nico stared at the contents, before picking up the small note and reading it numbly.

These wands have been enchanted by Hecate. Use yours wisely. The second is for an old, close friend and relative, whom you are anxious to see we're sure. You will know when you meet up with him. Keep you wand close. You are meant to do great things with it. Do not abuse the power we have given you. Heed the same warning to the other.

Good luck,

F

Nico blinked, astonished. Slowly, the small note began to crumble, blowing away like sand in a power fan. But that didn't matter. The words were permanently etched into his brain. Nico tucked the gray one in his pocket, deciding he had a pretty good idea of who it might be for. He then took hold of the black one. A warm, pleasant feeling spread up through his arm, snaking into his heart. Acting on instinct, as he often did, he gave the wand a small flick. Silver sparks shot out from the end, swirling magnificently in the air, before dissipating.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Well, that's one problem solved. It seems someone out there knew you were going to be here," he looked Nico over. "What did that note say, exactly?"

"To…To use the wand wisely," Nico mumbled stiffly, still staring at the wand in awe.

Dumbledore frowned. "Is that all?"

Nico nodded. "Yes," he lied. Dumbledore did not seem at all convinced, but he let it slide.

"Well, then, welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Di Angelo," The man snapped his fingers, and Nico's dark skinny jeans and skull t-shirt morphed into strange black school robes.

"Hey!" Nico protested. Dumbledore ignored him, checking his watch.

"Oh dear! It's nearly time for the sorting."

"The what?"

"Well, I suppose I should explain, eh?" Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Hm. Where to start? Well I suppose I should get you sorted with the rest. Every year, first years are sorted into one of the Four Houses. Brave Gryffindor, cunning Slytherin, sharp Ravenclaw and good Hufflepuff. They will remain in that house for all there years here. Now, if you would kindly follow me to the Great Hall, we will get you sorted. Once you have your house, I will explain more about this school. Understand?"

Nico nodded slowly, stuffing his wand in his robes next to the gray one.

Dumbledore looked satisfied. "Good. I assume your going to be in the Fifth Year." He gave a reassuring smile, seeming a bit less wary of Nico that he had been before. "Well then, off you go!" Dumbledore pointed to the mob of little eleven year olds following and old lady up a flight of marble steps. "Follow Professor McGonagall and the first years. They'll get you sorted."

Nico started to walk, but hesitated. "How…how do I know I can trust you?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, before replying ominously, "You don't. But then again, I am not sure I can trust you, so I suppose we're even."

Nico opened his mouth, but closed it again.

"To misó̱ ótan oi ánthro̱poi échoun éna si̱meío…"He muttered before walking off in the direction of the group of eleven-year-olds.

Ehh…that's all I'm gonna write for now. Like it? Hate it? Review it.

EDIT! Okay, I completely changed the plot line just now. Oh well.m How is it? I tried to make it a bit more realistic than it had been. Any guesses on who the other person to receive a wand is? REVIEW!

The Greek is, "I hate it when people have a point…."