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The moment he swallowed the potion, Nico felt a haze go over his mind. He felt like something was grasping at his consciousness, trying to force him to reveal everything.

"Can you hear us?." Dumbledore brought his attention back to the situation he was in.

When Nico nodded, he asked the first question. "What is your name?"

"Nico di Angelo."

"I told you he was lying, Albus." Mad-Eye sprung to his feet, wand out.

"Calm down, Alastor." Dumbledore said. "How old are you?"

"Eighty-five."

"WHAT?" Molly screeched, before regaining composure. "How is that possible? You look to be no older than twelve."

Nico gritted his teeth. "Physically I am fifteen, but I was trapped in a hotel where time didn't pass for seventy years."

Dumbledore looked interested. "Where do you live?"

"America."

"Do you have any siblings that are like you?"

"Two."

"Where are they now?"

"One lives in California and the other is dead."

Molly's expression softened and she smiled sadly at Nico.

"How did you break into our headquarters?"

"I shadow traveled."

Gasps echoed throughout the kitchen.

"That's high-level Necromancy." said Lupin, looking faint. "How do you know how to do that?"

"It is a family gift."

Mad-Eye tightened his grip on his wand and jabbed it in Nico's face. "Are there any concerns about your sibling coming to the headquarters in the same way?"

"No. My sister cannot shadow travel."

Dumbledore asked the next question. "Do you have any association with the Dark Lord, and if so, what?"

"Yes. He is my Father."

There was silence for a moment as everyone processed that, before six wands were pointed at Nico.

"Hold your fire." Dumbledore stepped closer to Nico and pushed the wand nearest to him down. "Which Dark Lord are you talking about?"

"Lord Hades, god of the dead and King of the Underworld."

Wands were lowered as the wizards looked at one another in confusion. "Who?"

"Lord Hades, Greek god of the dead and King of the Underworld."

"So, you're a god?" Tonks squeaked.

"No. I am only a half-god, a demigod if you will, or half-blood."

Sighs of relief were let out. Dumbledore took that as a queue to start up the interrogation again. "Why are you here?"

"A mission for my father."

"What's the mission and why?"

"I am one of my father's Grim Reapers and as I told you before, I am here to reap a soul."

Arthur stepped in front of his wife protectively. "Who's soul?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle's."

oO0Oo

It took Dumbledore sending sparks into the air for the pandemonium Nico's statement had started to calm down. Once everyone in the kitchen was sitting calmly in a chair, Dumbledore asked Nico another question. "Where is this soul located?"

"Inside the Horcrux scar of Harry James Potter."

Sirius jumped to his feet. "We have to get that thing out of my godson!"

Dumbledore gave Nico the antidote and spoke. "Sirius, settle down. We will get the Horcrux safely out of Harry."

Nico felt his head clear and looked up at the old wizard. "Only I can get the soul out of Harry safely. Else, you would have to kill the boy. I will get the soul out of Harry safely." he repeated for Sirius's benefit.

Sirius calmed down slightly, but still looked panicky.

"Although." Nico continued. "I cannot help him if I am bound to this chair." he said, nodding at the knots around his limbs.

Dumbledore waved his wand and the ropes fell away and Nico stood up, rubbing his sore wrists. "Thank you. The ropes were starting to hurt."

"You said you could help Harry?" Sirius prompted.

"Yes, but I need to be in the same room with him."

Sirius frowned. "He's asleep now, it's after midnight."

"Then I'll go to his room. Where is it?" Nico asked out of courtesy. He already knew where the soul was.

"Oh no you don't." growled Mad-Eye. "You might try to kill him while he sleeps."

Sirius looked startled, as if he hadn't considered that.

Nico rolled his eyes. "Fine. You can come with me if you want."

Sirius started forwards. "I'm coming too."

Nico sighed. "Fine." He sent out his senses and searched for the exact location of the soul fragment. His senses locked onto a cold patch two floors up and three rooms from the staircase. Without waiting to see if they would follow him, Nico walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

oO0Oo

Standing on the threshold of Harry's room, Nico took a deep breath. He sent powerful dreams into the minds of the two boys sleeping inside. Stepping into the dark room, he strode across the rotting wooden floors the bed farthest from the door. Nico frowned and studied the boy sleeping in the bed. He was pale and had short black hair and wore red and gold pajamas. On his forehead was a lightning bolt-shaped scar. It was there that Nico felt the darkest energy. Before he could touch the scar, though, he was interrupted.

"What are you doing to him?" Sirius hissed.

"My job!" Nico growled and turned back to the sleeping boy.

He touched the scars and Harry's face contorted in pain.

"Hurry!" Sirius said as Harry whimpered. "He's hurting."

"I know." Nico snapped, irritated by this man after barely knowing him an hour. "It takes a moment, maybe longer if the soul decides to fight.

And fight the soul did. It took all of Nico's willpower to overcome the soul's hold on its vessel. His face beaded with sweat and he gritted his teeth, sending one last burst of power to the scar. Nico drew his finger from the scar, the soul fragment following with a horrible shrieking noise. It looked like black smoke but was more solid. Nico encased the soul fragment in a cage of shadows and summoned his scythe from wherever the wizards had kept it. He swung it at the soul and, with one last shriek, the Horcrux disappeared.