Can we pretend for my story's sake that Harry Potter and Percy Jackson are in the same time? Thanks! And Percy just disappeared and Nico's still figuring out how the whole shadow travel thing works. Also this is Dumbledore's thoughts throughout the entire thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

NICO'S POINT OF VIEW

I blinked awake blearily, feeling very tired and achey. Suddenly, I realized there were a ton of people standing over me and staring. I bolted awake and sat up so quickly that all the people backed up a little. The man in the front with the glass eye and wooden leg still had his stick out. A very, very old man stood next to him with the longest beard I had ever seen. For some reason he was wearing either a manly dress or robes. I grabbed for my sword hilt, but it was gone. I glanced at the kitchen table and saw it lying there. I got up, but peg leg shoved me back on the couch.

"You can have your sword after you've answered our questions." He said gruffly. Strange, he doesn't seem to have a wand, only a sword to defend himself.

I studied them all carefully, wondering why mortals would carry sticks around. He was studying us quite shrewdly, reminding me of a young Tom Riddle when I first met him. They seemed like an odd bunch of adults. "Who are you people?" I asked. Ah, so he's an American.

"We'll be asking the questions young man-"Peg Leg started angrily but the old dude stopped him.

"I am Professor Dumbledore. May I ask your name?" Dumbledore said politely.

So he was a teacher? "What about the rest of you?" I finally asked. They all said their names one by one. They looked rather surprised when I didn't react. While saying all our names, the boy just looked at us rather blankly which is odd. Even wizards in America have heard of Alastor and I.

"Nico DiAngelo." I said.

"So Mr. DiAngelo, where are you from?"

"America." I thought so.

"Why were you trying to break in eh?" Peg Leg asked.

I sighed in annoyance, "Look, I wasn't trying to break in. I don't even know where I am, so if you'd give me my sword back, I'd appreciate it if you would let me leave-" The other people started muttering after I said that.

"Oh no you don't! You're not leaving here until we get some of our questions answered!" roared Peg Leg. I sighed, this was not good. Not good at all. If only I wasn't too weak to shadow travel, I could disappear and forget this ever happened. Or if Percy taught me how to manipulate the mist, I could make them forget about me. But since I could do none of those things and I didn't even have my sword, I was stuck.

"So where am I?" I asked. There were a couple of shocked looks. So he didn't know he was passing through all sorts of enchantments including the fidelius charm. Interesting.

"That's classified information." Peg Leg growled.

"So you couldn't give me the city? Country maybe? Or is that classified too?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.

"London, England." Peg Leg snapped, "Now why were you here, instead of in America?"

"Oh trust me, I don't wanna be here..." I muttered. I smiled at his pure bluntness.

Peg Leg just growled at me, "I don't want your cheek, boy-"

"Well can you tell us how you got past the enchantments then?" asked the woman named Tonks, cutting Peg Leg off.

I frowned, what enchantments? Maybe they weren't mortals after all. Could they possibly be children of Hecate? But they didn't seem like demigods, I could usually tell when someone's half god. So what were they? I half wondered if some God sent me here just to mess with me.

"Enchantments?" I asked. More muttering, I caught some saying "Doesn't know what an enchantment is…" and "Maybe he's a muggle…" and "Don't be daft, a muggle couldn't get in here!"

"Excuse me? What did you just call me?" I asked, more annoyed than ever. Now the weird people were just giving each other puzzled looks.

"You don't know what a muggle is?" pink hair asked.

"Nope." Dumbledore was watching me thoughtfully.

"Look boy, are you a death eater or not?" Peg Leg snapped at me.

I snorted, "What the heck is a death eater? How are you supposed to eat death?" I wondered what my Dad would say about this if he saw it. Now the weirdos with the sticks looked absolutely flabbergasted.

"You know, with Voldemort?" Peg Leg yelled.

"Who's he?" I asked blankly. And what a stupid name… Peg Leg was just staring at me in disbelief. More gasps all around the room.

"Has he got amnesia or something?" asked the man named Sirius uncertainly.

"Alastor, are you sure he's not a muggle?" asked the red head, Mr. Weasley quietly.

"Of course he's not a muggle!" exclaimed the man who introduced himself as Remus Lupin, "A muggle could never find this place, much less get past the fidelius charm."

"Ok first of all, I do not have amnesia! Second of all, what the heck is a muggle? Third of all, why do you all keep waving sticks at me? What are you trying to do, poke me?" I said angrily, losing my patience completely. Hmmm, he seems to have the knowledge of a muggle, yet he was able to find the Order?

"A muggle is a person who doesn't have-"Pink hair started but the guy named Kingsley elbowed her and she fell silent.

Dumbledore was still staring at me, "So you've never heard of Voldemort?" I shook my head. "The dark lord?" he pressed. I shook my head again. "Tom Riddle?" he finally asked quietly. I started to shake my head, than stopped. Because I had heard that name before. My Dad had talked about him, mostly complained, but I hadn't really been listening at the time. Something about cheating death.

"Hold on, I have heard that name before!" I said. Now they all just looked plain confused. Well that is very puzzling. He only knows Voldemort by his real name, yet doesn't seem to know anything else about the Wizarding World…

"You still haven't our question. Why and how did you get in?" Kingsley pressed.

Uh oh. Great, now they cornered me. I couldn't say I shadow traveled and followed the smell of death because that would totally blow my cover, plus it would sound creepy. "Um, that's classified information."

Peg leg stomped his peg leg on the ground, "Well, this is absolutely pointless. How about you tell us a little about your sword?"

"I touched it and it burnt me." Sirius stated.

"Yeah, it'll do that. You're lucky you weren't incinerated…" I mumbled. So his sword holds great power. I wonder, did he make it himself?

"Did you enchant it yourself?" Lupin asked curiously.

"Uh, no?" I said, not really sure how to answer that one. Maybe this boy isn't a wizard. But his sword is most definitely not a normal sword and he is most definitely not a normal muggle.

"We are getting absolutely nowhere!" roared Peg Leg, "Anybody have some veritaserum?" I had no idea what that meant but they all started checking their pockets and shaking their heads.

"I have some in my storage but it would take me a day or two to get it." The greasy haired guy named Snape said.

Peg Leg glanced at Dumbledore, obviously asking for his consent. Dumbledore hesitated, the nodded. I don't want to use truth serum on the boy, but we must find out what he is hiding. He could be a breach to our security which we can't afford in these dangerous times.

"Right then. When Snape comes back with the veritaserum, we question the boy. Until then, I suppose he'll just have to stay here. But I want someone watching him at all times. He's hiding something, and I don't trust him." Peg Leg ordered. They all nodded.

"Woah, hold up! What's veritas-something? And I have to stay here longer? Look, I don't have the time! I have things to do, places to be!" I protested.

"I'm sure you do but you're also a breach of security. We can't have you going around blabbing about us!" Peg Leg glared at him.

"I promise I won't tell anyone about your secret house or whatever! I've got no one to tell anyways! Any besides, I just wish I could forget this whole thing!" I insisted desperately.

Peg Leg scratched his chin thoughtfully, "Hmm, that isn't a bad idea. Obliviate this from memory…" No! I want to learn about this boy, not take away his memories.

"No!" Mcgonagall said sharply, "I want to know how this boy got past the fidelius charm."

"The what charm?" I asked, but like usual, I got no answers.

"I agree, I feel we have more to learn from Nico." Dumbledore said.

"Do I get any say in this?" I asked, annoyed.

"No." snapped Peg Leg, "Molly, if you could take him to one of the guest rooms." The red headed woman named Molly Weasley nodded and gestured to me.

I had no choice but to follow her upstairs. There were strange decapitated heads hanging on the wall of creatures I had never seen before. That reminded me a bit of the Underworld.

"Here you go dear." She opened the door for me. It was a small room with wooden floors, a bedside table, and a bed. Nothing else.

"It's not much but it'll do for the time being. Can I get you anything to eat Nico?" she asked me.

"No thanks Mrs. Um, Weasley." I said uncomfortably. She smiled and nodded before closing the door. I heard the click of a lock, then footsteps down the hall that stopped at my door. Oh yay, I get a guard. Lucky me.

I was tired so I laid down on the bed on top of the cover, kicked off my shoes, and almost instantly fell asleep.

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"Ron, Harry, guess what? The intruder isn't a death eater!" George whispered loudly, popping into Ron and Harry's bedroom with a crack. Ginny and Hermione had gone to bed.

"What?" Ron said.

"Then who is he?" Harry asked.

"No idea! He wasn't talking! But he's actually staying here until Snape can get veritaserum!" Fred whispered ecstatically.

"Well then he must not be with Voldemort." Harry commented causing everyone in the room to wince.

"I think he's staying in the bedroom next to this one. You thinking what I'm thinking George?" Fred grinned.

"Already ahead of you." George whispered back.

"Guys, I don't think that's a good ide-"Ron stopped. The twins had already disappeared with yet another loud crack.