Hey guys. How's it going? Sorry it took so long to update. Writer's block, you know. Anyways, finally got Chapter 3 done. I will try to get the next update... up (I guess?) before the end of November. But if I don't, don't kill me.

The Harry Potter Series and original characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and the Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus Series and original characters belong to Rick Riordan. There's my disclaimer.


The dormitory was a comfortable, dimly lit place. The only downside was that Nico couldn't write a letter with the poor lighting. There were people that were probably worrying about him. Okay, maybe like two or three people were worried about him. One of which would be Will, and Percy because was one of those people that cared about pretty much everyone.

So he'd write a letter to Camp Half-Blood explaining why he suddenly went missing. It was just a job from Hecate, and it would be over in no time. Though when he thought about it, Hazel would have been a better choice for this. After all, his sister could already cause illusions and stuff with the Mist. If it fooled mortals, then it most likely would fool wizards and witches.

To Whom It May Concern,

"Hey you, di Angelo." Nico looked up at the mention of his name. "Are you gonna get breakfast or not?"

"Yeah, thanks." He hated being here. Most the people in the House were rich and pure-blooded. Granted, he didn't know many of them, but they weren't the most greeting people in the world. Zeus would be more willing to stop cheating on Hera than they would accept someone with a name they had never heard. He ignored them all during his stressful meal. He wondered how his friends were doing.

He missed his not-so-much-like-a-coffin-anymore bunk and the warm green fire in the fireplace in cabin. He took out his parchment and quill again after realizing that he wasn't feeling all up to eating. Everyone around him was obnoxious though. And the guy that had introduced himself as Draco was showing some girl something on his arm.

So Nico got up and left the Great Hall. There had to be a place where loud people weren't allowed. So he wandered the staircases, which moved. And he hadn't been expecting that, so he almost fell trying to step onto a flight of stairs, only to have them move at the last possible second.

"'Scuse me, sir." Nico tapped the ghost on the shoulder. "Do you know where I could find a library or something? I'm lost."

Though at first, the ghost seemed rather surprised that he had been tapped, he smiled soon enough and bowed. His head almost came off, which caught Nico offguard. After all, not many ghosts had almost decapitated heads.

"Lost, well I happen to help many students around when they need me."

"Thank you." The ghost motioned for him to follow. "My name's Nico di Angelo. Could you tell me yours?"

"Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, the Gryffindor House ghost."

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you die?" Nico could already tell it wasn't a pleasant death. The ghost kind of just gave off that feeling of a rather somber attitude. "You don't have to of course. It's just, your head-"

"A poorly done execution for a poorly done job at trying to fix a fair maiden's teeth. She grew tusks and I was executed. Forty-five chops to my neck before I died, and I still managed to have a head." The ghost heaved a sigh. "This is the library. I imagine you'll be able to find someone to help you along to your classes if you ask the right people."

"Pleasure meeting you Sir Nicholas," Nico said politely, kind of grateful for the ghost leaving him. "Thanks for your help."

"Any time, any time. I have nothing but time, dear boy." Sir Nicholas floated away, leaving Nico in front of the library full of books.

Typically, Nico would try to avoid books at all times. But he needed a quiet place to write his letter, and it seemed that no one else was there. It was awfully quiet, so quiet in fact, that he was certain he would be able to hear someone's breathing if there was anyone else in the room.

To Whom It May Concern,

Perhaps it has come to your attention, whether you happen to be someone I usually associate myself with or Drew, that I have suddenly gone missing from Camp Half-Blood. Don't worry, though it would be strange if you did. After all, I have been travelling alone for quite some time.

Anyways, I'm just on a quick little job for Hecate and my father, and I don't think that I'll be gone for too long. But if I am, please make sure that no one gets a hold of my Mythomagic figurines, especially not one of the Aphrodite kids. Piper, keep your Cabin under control please. And Percy, don't you dare try to take the figurine of your dad. In fact, I think I'll put Annabeth in charge of their safety.

That's all I think.

-Nico di Angelo

It was a rather simple letter, nothing of too much importance of than the safety of his Mythomagic figurines. Maybe he would send separate letters to Will or Reyna or someone. If they started worrying, Nico would get distracted. Besides, how hard could it be to find his classes?

He took a look at his classes and realized that he had no clue where Defense Against the Dark Arts was or Potions or Transfiguration. He had no clue how to get around the school either. He was pretty much screwed no matter what.

There was a huge lake, and knowing his luck, he'd somehow fall in.

People already seemed to hate him, and he hadn't even had the time to make a bad impression on any of them. Sure, if he had saliva hanging out of the side of his face, he'd understand why people didn't like him. But he looked normal, just a bit paler than everyone else and a bit more gaunt.

At least he had Sir Nicholas. That was a fantastic consolation prize. Have living people talk to you like a normal living person or become friends with all the ghosts that haunted this castle. Which was the better option? He wasn't sure about that, but he did know that he had some time before class to look at all the books.

The book that caught his eyes was a big, dusty grimoire. He picked it up and opened it, to have the stupid book scream in his face.

"Who's there?!" a shrill voice shouted. "I know you're there!"

Not wanting to get a detention so early in the year, Nico stepped back into the shadows and travelled to the front of the library where all his stuff was. He stuffed the quill, ink, and parchment into his bag with his books and ran. Whoever that voice belonged to, he figured wasn't the nicest person alive. In fact, her voice reminded him slightly of Alecto's voice.

Just thinking about Alecto as someone working in the school gave him chills. He banished the concept from his mind and took a look at his schedule.

Potions.

Where the Hades was the Potions classroom?