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Shadows whipped by me I felt them in my hair my ears my throat until they promptly spit me out it wasn't uncomfortable, more familiar than anything like the burn of muscles after a good run. Suddenly it wasn't familiar anymore there was a jerking sensation and I was spinning tail over top through the darkness completely out of control. Lashing out with my shadows I tried to get a grip on something, anything but still I was flying through a vortex of darkness. Thrusting my hands out even though I knew how incredibly stupid that was I caught hold of some shadows, they were sharp as razors slicing my hands and arms but I had started to slow so I gripped tighter ignoring the pain I tried not to cry out as the unfamiliar tendrils of dark retaliated whipping around me slicing my clothes and skin. That's when I began to panic, this had never happened before it's like the shadows weren't my own they didn't obey me and couldn't care less if I was hurt in the process of their transport it was all very terrifying. Then as quickly as it started it stopped and i was dropped unceremoniously from around 10 feet onto cold hard floor. Shrieks and cries of surprise filled my ears and i groaned as i tried to roll over only to see several very angry people pointing, sticks at me well that's weird way my last thought before the darkness took me for the second time that day.
A splash of water filled my mouth and nose, "Gods damn it Percy!" I sputtered as I blinked water from my eyes coughing up even more.
"How do you know my son!" A man yelled far too loudly for my liking I blinked groggily lifting my head to see absolutely nothing, only darkness. I flailed my arms only to find that they were roughly secure to what I assumed was a chair before. Thoughts of I'm blind! and other panicky ones filled my head before I recognized the feeling of cloth over my eyes and relaxed albeit only slightly as i took a light catalogue of my injuries and realized I wasn't out of the Woods yet. There were cuts ranging from mild to severe all along my body my hands had taken the worst of it but the deep slash across my chest worried me more as i struggled to find breath.
I took note of the very British accents and two and two connected, "Different Percy," I struggled.
"Arthur, he's injured" a woman's voice said quietly. I didn't pay attention the darkness lingering not too far away and i assumed that meant i had lost a substantial amount of blood not to mention shadow travelling to somewhere in the UK was far from healthy for me. A long rest would do me good probably healing a decent amount of the shadow damage. Slumping against the bonds I forcefully put myself into a deep sleep, very similar to the Death Trace except not nearly as dangerous. It had been a good trick to learn acting similar to a self-induced coma it pretty much put my body out of commission rendering me unconscious and unwakeable until a large part of the trauma on my body had been dealt not exactly useful in battle situation but cases like this, invaluable.
"He won't wake up, we tried everything! No spell is seeming to work, water and loud noises are ineffective as well, not to mention his rate of healing is through the roof! I don't think he's human Padfoot, not even a wizard can heal that fast" The woman's voice from before confided. I groaned some of my other senses coming to, mostly just pain. Slowly very slowly I cracked open my eyes which felt like they had been crusted shut for days.
"He's coming round, quickly we should get him down to the kitchen, just appreciate him down i'll call Moody and get the kids upstairs." The woman's voice said softly. Someone grabbed my arm which I jerked away from and then there was the rushing of air, not unlike shadow travel although entirely more unpleasant, and the sensation of being pushed through a straw and then, as soon as it had begun it was over and I was left gasping for breath positive that if I had had anything in my stomach it would have ended on the floor.
"Ah, yes first time apparition can do that though I am surprised you haven't done it before. Here let me get that for you," I felt fingers in my hair and then I squinted at the bright lights that momentarily blinded me. I looked around standing directly in front of me was a very scruffy man with dark brown hair even longer than mine and a hell of a lot scruffier. This must be Padfoot, then a shriek and a round, red-haired and equally as red-faced woman entered the kitchen practically fuming. I glanced back over at Padfoot who looked like he was a small child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"What were you thinking removing his blindfold like that?!" The red woman screamed making me wince.
"Relax, Molly it fell off during apparition, besides I think he's a muggle," Padfoot lied smoothly while I rolled the words apparition and muggle around in my head. These people didn't seem particularly threatening and I could always escape via shadow travel if iI needed to but for now they had piqued my curiosity, a great accomplishment indeed besides it wasn't like I had anywhere to go anyway, I sure as Hades wasn't heading back to camp.
"Not that it's your fault dear," she added looking at me with a warm expression that greatly differed from the one she wore moments ago. "Would you mind telling us your name though?"she asked ginger eyebrows raised accordingly.
I cleared my throat which felt like it had been coated in sawdust, "How long have I been asleep?"
She did notice I avoided her question as a small frown creased her forehead, almost five days, we've been keeping you alive through IV a muggle device but I imagine you are starving, as soon as the others get here and you answer a few questions we'll get you fixed right up. I looked down at my hands and saw thick bandaged wrapped around them and up my arms showing little of my tattoos, but i knew from experience bandages would do nothing to stop the infection that came from shadow cuts and if it had been five days... I pushed those thoughts away and instead looked about myself I was in a kitchen of what I assumed was a very large house. Although the counters and table was very well cleaned it seems that there lingered an air of dreariness and old death that simply couldn't be scrubbed out.
Several pops that sounded suspiciously like champagne corks sounded from the hall and i jerked back in my seat out of surprise as very strange looking man barreled into the kitchen before i had time to process what was happening said man had his hands on my collar and was shouting in my face. I didn't appreciate it using the meager amount of strength ii had left I kicked out with my legs (not bound to the chair) catching the strange looking man in the chest sending him sprawling backwards "locomotor mortis! someone shouted the gibberish and i immediately felt the muscles in my legs lock up, as they tended to do when Thalia shot one of her lightening bolts through me.
"incarcerous" The strange man pointed a rather knobby stick at me and ropes flew from the end tightening around my body. I tried to bite back the groan of pain as the ropes tightened sure that this was simply a particularly bad demigod nightmare.
"Stop it Moody! Can't you see he is injured!" Molly spoke shrilly at the misshapen man. he glanced at her before lowering the stick the ropes loosened a bit much to my relief but still stayed tight enough that i wasn't getting out of them without help. I took the time to really study the new arrivals. Moody upon further inspection had a false leg and what i was assuming was a Hephaestus made mechanical eyeball by the way it whirled around in it's socket, he looked the most dangerous, nothing i couldn't handle however if push came to shove the sticks were a problem however. Add one more thing to the list of things Nico Di Angelo had to deal with. The next was was a middle aged son of a fury, well at least he looked like one, very bat-like indeed. behind him a younger girl with lime green shoulder length locks and violet eyes, an odd colour scheme to be sure, then another scruffy middle aged man, this house seemed to be full of them although this one didn't seem quite human if my lie aura instincts were correct which they always were.
"Severus, you brought the veritaserum?" Fury-son handed Moody a small bottle off perfectly clear liquid.
"Now listen here kid, i know you probably think you're pretty powerful being able to get in here like you did and you must think you are tough with your scars and tattoos and such vivere le ombre, live the shadows if i'm not mistaken what's that supposed to be some new dark mark punk? Now listen, this here is a truth serum, make you spill all your darkest secrets on the floor in a manner of seconds, you're gonna drink this either way kid but you tell us the truth first then we might think about going easy on you deal?" Moody got real close and personal again which caused me to finally loose what small amount of patience I had for these people I glared at Moody so fiercely that he took several steps and paled several shades even those behind him looked uncomfortable and I was far from my full abilities. This was not a good situation, not at all.
I spat two very clear words at the disfigured, obnoxious, ill mannered jerk he reacted by grabbing my jaw with rough hands and prying it open I tried to call the shadows of those in the room to my aid, Hades I would even go with a couple of skeletons but I was completely drained. A couple of bitter tasting drops landed on my tongue, shortly after a wave of peace washed over me, funny, wave, why did that remind me of Percy was my last cognitive thought as it felt like i was drifting on the edge of consciousness right on that border between reality and dreamland.
"What is your name boy?" A part of me that was still aware bristled at being call boy but the answer was pulled from my tongue anyway.
"Nico di Angelo" I replied expecting some sort of reaction after all everyone knew the slightly unstable, infamous, Son of Hades the only reaction they gave each other was one of confusion as though none of them had heard the name before Well that cleared that up, despite the obvious blessing of Hecate these people were not Halfbloods.