Hey guys! I've recently adopted this great story from TheNorwegianAuthor. I will be continuing this story under the same title and will post the same beginning chapters, with a few edits. As thanks for letting me adopt this story, I will be dedicating it to it's original author.

Note: I do not own Harry Potter, nor Percy Jackson.

Nico

It all started with me and Percy in the camp's forest.

We were hiding from an infuriated Annabeth - Percy and I may or may not have touched her blueprints for Olympus - when we heard her.

"SEAWEED BRAIN, NICO - HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I WARNED YOU TO NOT TOUCH MY BLUEPRINTS, COME OUT AND FACE ME! WHEN I FIND YOU I GONNA FEED YOU TO MRS O'LEARY!" She screamed.

So Percy, with all that kelp stuffed up his brain just had to try kill us:
"HA - MRS O'LEARY IS MY DOG, SHE'S NOT GONNA LISTEN TO YOU, WISE GIRL!" He called with a smug look.

"Percy, you kelp head, you just far away where were hiding!" I hissed at him.
His tan skin paled several shades as he asked (Pleaded) if I could shadow-travel us away.

"No - this is completely your own fault - I'm going now - it was nice to know you Perce!" I smirked at his face before jumping in the shadow and-

"I FOUND YOU - YOU TWO ARE SO GOING OT GET IT, HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY BLUE"-

I'll admit I panicked— Hey, angry children of Athena are more dangerous then Medusa and her creepy snakes!—and thought "GET ME AWAY FROM HERE" As I melted into the shadows.

Two words - BAD IDEA!

As I shadow-traveled away I concentrated on getting away instead of where I wanted to go...
It wasn't the first time.

I wasn't very concerned as I (almost) always ended up at the same little town in China. I was there so often that they had started to call me the "Victorious Angel" as my name actually meant...Thank you (Not) so much, Mom. Nothing screamed out "Deadly-Son-Of-The-God-Of-The-Underworld-Who-Can- Kill-You-With-His-Eyes-Closed-And-Both-Hands-On-The-Back-With-No-Regret" like "Victorious Angel".

They had even declared the day they first saw me a holiday. People throughout the town would leave the comfort of the homes and wander about, hoping to catch sight of me.

The first time I traveled there, I was twelve. Bianca had recently died and I had just previously failed my first attempt at shadow traveling. I appeared in the middle of the small town and asked a couple teenagers where I was, they said I was in Taymonde, China.
That was an awkward experience. The town, more like village was quite small, the sort of place where everyone knew everyone, so me? I stood out—

And there you have a prime example of ADHD derailing a demigod's thought line.

I could feel myself nearing my destination and mentally prepared to make my getaway before I was noticed when it happened.

Something tugged at my insides and as I doubled over, I felt myself getting sucked back to Zeus knows where.
I tried to take control and make the shadows send me back to camp (The Hades cabin, no amount of dread of the unknown could make me willingly face Annabeth right now. ), but it didn't work. This lead to only one possible conclusion: whoever was doing this was either godly or had powers akin to a god, because at this point in my life I was fairly proficient at controlling the shadows.

I got spat at out in a stereotypical dark alleyway.

Outside of the alleyway I could see several old, moldy houses that looked like they would be more at home in a horror movie than real one of the decrepit houses had a garden, but it was overrun with weeds, and had zero flowers. As I peeked out the alleyway I saw litter scattered around, including an empty McDonald's bag. The entire neighborhood was eerily silent, the entire street, which going by the broken down sign was named something like: Girmuadl LPaec

Half-blood instincts finally kicked in as I examined my surroundings, expecting some unimaginably horrible monster to jump out and try to eat me, especially considering some powerful being took the time to get me here.

It niggled at the back of my mind, something was off with the houses...

'10, 11, 13, 14 - No twelve!'

I studied the thing I thought was a garden between 11 and 13. That was definitely not a garden—gardens have grass and flowers, not dirt, weeds and stone. I approached the gap between 11 and 13, the air starting to glimmer, contorting and taking shape.

The closer I got, the clearer the sight until a house was revealed.

It was bigger, darker then the others and there was an air of something... abnormal. Not mention mortals don't tend to own invisible houses. I rested a hand against the door, then tried to open it. Locked.

I shrugged and shadow-traveled inside, to my relief, nothing out of ordinary happened.

The inside of the house looked like it belonged in my father's palace, except it had a lot more dust and didn't as comfortable as the palace actually was when my father wasn't misting it to appear as a demigod's nightmare.

I left.

I'm not Percy, I wasn't stupid enough to stay inside a place that was most likely monster-infested.

The shadows dropped me on my bed in my cabin. Without bothering to change into something more comfortable, I rolled over and sank into a deep sleep.