A/N: This chapter is a bit fillery, I know, (and I also know that fillery isn't a word, but I don't care.) but I wanted to explain why Nico got Percy up in the first place. Thank-you to everyone who reviewed, and to those who thought it was good enough to follow and even favourite it!

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Annabeth: Because Percy's too busy blushing, I'll say it. None of us are owned by Alice, she's just put a weird mind control spell on us that makes us all do her bidding.

Harry: Oh, so thats what happened!

Nico P.O.V.

Well, Percy and I had been fighting. The fight might possibly have been my fault. I knew that. But hey, I'd spent the weekend with Dad! We were now definitely not in Camp Half Blood. I knew that. But why we weren't there, how we got here, even where here was? Those were all questions I needed an answer to.

First, where were we? This looked a bit like a school, with a couple of hundreds of students. They looked absolutely ridiculous though. All of them were wearing robes and pointed hats! I'm serious. I could see Percy was trying not to laugh.

"I see we have two unexpected guests." I jumped a foot as this grey haired old lady came up to us. She was wearing long bottle green robes and a tall, black pointy hat. She sounded very stern, but come on. It's hard to take someone in a pointy hat seriously. There was an odd accent to her voice that I couldn't quite place.

"What are your names?" I was tempted to lie, but the old woman probably would have known. I suck at lying.

"Nico di Angelo." I said, watching as she took in my appearance.

"Didn't you have a sword?" Damn.

Clicking my fingers in front of her face, I manipulated the Mist. Something Dad had been teaching me to do. "Uh, I never had a sword. And neither did-" I broke off and glared at Percy. He got the message and capped his sword.

"And neither did Percy." Her eyes glazed over for a few seconds, but she shook her head and firmly said,

"I will talk about that later." Turning to Percy, she asked crisply, "And who might you be?"

I stifled a laugh as Percy's face went bright red. He'd finally got it that he was standing in his boxers in front of hundreds of complete strangers.

"Perc- Uh, Perseus Jackson. But I prefer to be called Percy." His cheeks were still flaming.

"Well, Mr Di Angelo and Mr Jackson, if you'd like to follow me. And there's no need to stare!" The hall, which had been completely silent, started talking again.

"Miss, uh…" Percy trailed off as the stern lady looked at him.

"I am Professor McGonagall. I am Headmistress here at Hogwarts." And then Percy lost it. Doubled up, he was laughing his head off. It was quite funny, but I am a son of Hades. I do not laugh.

"Mr Jackson, this is a very serious matter. I think you will also require some clothes." That shut him up, but he was about to start again when the McGonagall woman took out a stick. Really? A stick?

However, when she waved it, Percy was instantly wearing the same stupid robes as the people here. I smirked evilly at him, before noticing that McGonagall had done that with a stick. Was she a demigod? That would explain the whole Mist thing, but I'd never seen even the children of Hecate using a stick.

"Follow me." McGonagall swept off, leaving Percy to trip over his new robes.

"Nico, why are we in England?" That was the accent!

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know?" I asked hopefully.

"No." Percy was looking quite angry, whether at me, the robes, or just generally the world I didn't know.

"Well, have you got any ideas?" I retorted.

"Actually yes." I raised my eyebrows and muttered "For once."

"Hey, I heard that! Did you accidentally shadow travel? Cause you were using all your shadowy powers, and it was all getting out of control." Percy might actually be right! Of course, I'm not going to tell him that. He has a big enough ego as it is.

"I was fine! And I was trying to shadow travel a bit away to get some rest. Might have overshot it a bit." I mean, England wasn't that far away! And in case you're wondering, I wasn't really trying to shadow travel. It just kind of happened, with all the umbrakinesis going on.

"A bit! We're in ENGLAND Nico. As in jolly old crumpets England. As in OVER THE ATLANTIC OCEAN England." Percy was being oddly smart today. Maybe it was the whole up at 6am then fighting thing.

"Why did you even wake me up in the first place?" Was Percy going to hold a grudge about this? That's my job.

"Oh, just a rogue hellhound." I said, trying to pass it off as nothing.

"A HELLHOUND?" Oh, for Hades sake! (I can use it. He's my father.)

"Look, I think our problems are a bit more important now." Percy reluctantly nodded, but before we could discuss getting back to camp, McGonagall stopped. She spoke to two gargoyles in front of her and they moved apart, revealing slowly spinning staircase.

She beckoned for us to go first, and we reluctantly stopped on to the staircase. It carried us up to a pair of massive wooden doors, which swung slowly open.

A/N Whoo, another cliffhanger! Anyway, hopefully you like it. The next chapter shoukd be uploaded sometime this week, but I'm back to school on Thursday so chapter 5 will probably be next week.

Annabeth: And review, cause then she'll finish the story faster. and I can get out of Alice's brain and into the nice capable one of Rick Riordian.

Harry: I've just admitted I'll be forever stuck in a swirling vortex of fanfics.