Thank you readers! I'm so happy people are enjoying this. To Moonstar Daughter of Hades, I just want to say I love those types of fanfics too, and thanks! To alem87,thanks again, and as you can see in this chapter, Neville is already a choice of mine. Harry will not be a demigod, though. I love Lily and James too much! lol.

Disclaimer: Me no own Percy Jackson. Oog. Me no own Harry Potter either. Awg. THIS ANGER NINJADOG! (Pardon my cavewoman talk)

Chapter 3

Nico's POV

One would think that the Son of Hades would have hated mornings. Those people were absolutely correct. Mornings are possibly the worst possible thing I could imagine. Sleep is important for the average 15-year-old. Add on demigod powers that make you feel drained and tired, and it's even more important. So basically, without my sleep, I am screwed. The moment Harry shook me awake at seven in the morning, I could tell I'd be screwed this whole school year.

After I changed into my normal black clothes and put on those ridiculous robes, I went out for breakfast. While everyone else was asleep, I had summoned some hellfire and put it into a jar so I could sacrifice food to the Gods. I wasn't going to tell the headmaster about that- as far as he knew, I was just a random student who happened to like black. I was going to keep it that way.

Breakfast looked about as amazing as last night's feast, so in other words, delicious. After piling my plate up with pancakes, bacon, and sausage, then covering the whole thing in syrup, I dropped the juiciest sausage and the fluffiest pancake into the jar. The flames spread slowly across the food. "To Hades," I whispered softly. Then I dug in. I was halfway through my bacon when I saw Ron looking at me like I had casually told him I was feeling especially homicidal today.

"Yes?" I asked after I had swallowed my food.

"You just just threw away perfectly good food," He said breathlessly. I rolled my eyes.

"I told you that I had to sacrifice food to eat," I replied. He still looked completely flabbergasted, so I continued eating. After I had finished, looked over my schedule. Harry looked at it too.

"You have all the same classes as me," he said in a surprised tone. I shrugged. Suddenly Neville squirted syrup all over his face. The table burst into laughter as his face turned red.

"Here, use this," I said as I tossed him a napkin. When he smiled, I could've sworn that the flowers in the vase across from him tilted up a bit. Interesting...

The table cleared out slowly as Hermione looked at me suspiciously, Harry kept glancing at the professors as if someone was missing, and Ron continued eating. I didn't think any of them were demigods, although I suspected Neville. When it was five minutes to eight, Harry offered to show me to our next class. He probably wants to know something, whether it was about that old battle scar on my cheek, or Percy's phone call, or even my family history...

Hermione's POV

After Harry, Ron, and I walked Nico to History of Magic, I immediately sat near the front of the class, parchment and quills ready. Hard work gets you to the top, after all. Harry and Ron reculantly sat behind me. Probably so they could ask me what Professor Binns was talking about. Nico sat at the back of the class, which was a bad sign for his academic achievement. I guess I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.

Professor Binns floated in through the wall- and as hard as it is to say this, that is probably the most interesting part of our normal class with him as a teacher. He began to speak, issuing my cue to listen.

"Today, we will be speaking of the Goblin Wars-" suddenly he froze, almost as if he had been petrified. Only he looked more scared. He made a noise not unlike my Crookshanks coughing up a hairball.

"Hello, Binns." Oh no. What was Nico doing?

"Mr. di Angelo, my lord, pleasant seeing you here," Professor Binns babbled as he attempted to fix himself up, almost as if Nico was his king.

"I wish I could say the same to you," Nico said as he stood. "But, if I'm correct, you should be in Asphodel, shouldn't you?" Professor Binns was shaking the best a ghost could. "Are there any other ghosts here that I should know about? The rest of your family, along with theirs, are waiting." Waiting for what?

"Nearly Headless Nick, The Gray Lady, The Bloody Baron, The Fat Friar," Binns listed as if his afterlife depended on it.

Nico looked at him in a dangerously dark manner. "Make my father proud, Binns." Then he sat back down, the professor's translucent body still shaking.

The rest of the lesson was terrible, as Professor Binns was still shell-shocked. When the next class was set to start soon, he attempted to assign homework, only to be thwarted by Nico's death glare when he was halfway through "12 inches of parchment." How dare he do that to a teacher?

I was about to voice my concerns for our school work in this class when I heard Ron say, "Bloody brilliant. If he does that every class, maybe he won't be such a social outcast."

"But that was pretty scary, still," Harry said, although he also sounded elated at the prospect of no homework for the rest of the year. "And Binns called him 'lord.'"

Ron shrugged, and as I struggled to keep up with them, I couldn't help but wonder if Nico's act towards the dead was a Death Eater trait.

Nico's POV

I probably shouldn't have spoken out against that dumb old ghost, but I couldn't help it- the look on his face was priceless. And besides, who gives out homework on the first day of school? I was just doing everybody a favor. Our next class was potions. The teacher was supposed to be a huge dick though, so I really wasn't looking forward to it.

The classroom itself was in a dungeon, with cobwebs riddling through nooks and crannies and these weird-ass jars filled with animal guts. Wasn't very comforting. I still feel as if Mrs. O' Leary's poor little puppy dog eyes were in one of those things.

Snape, the teacher, started the year off on some really advanced potion. It was about as easy to solve as the Labyrinth. And ADHD and dyslexia didn't help. My potion was pitch-black when it was supposed to be light pink.

"Tell me,Mr. di Angelo," Snape sneered. "Can you read english?"

"Not really," I answered. His face went slack in surprise.

"What?"

"I'm dyslexic."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Okay, I knew for a fact that if I had told that guy about my issues, he'd had laughed. So not really caring anymore, I said, "Oh, you see, you were just being a little ray of sunshine, looking at your animal intestines over there, so I said to myself, 'I shouldn't bother him, what if those eyes in there used to belong to poor, little, orphan, dyslexic kids?'" A couple kids snickered.

"10 points from Gryffindor and a detention," he ordered angrily. The rest of class was normal.

Divination was a little more interesting,though. Bug Eyes, the professor, started talking about some mumbo-jumbo crap, until she looked at me and her face turned dark.

"You have seen much more death than anyone should without going insane," she whispered. "How many have you seen pass?"

"You know what," I said, thinking of all those ghosts in the Underworld. "I lost count years ago." She gasped.

"No family to share concerns with, your father acting as if you don't exist-"

"I ate breakfast this morning," I interrupted. She glared at me.

"What?"

"Oh, sorry. I thought we were talking about stuff that doesn't matter."

After glaring at me some more, she continued babbling like an idiot until I felt the presence of a monster in the school.

No. There can't be a monster. Then I heard a quiet, nearly inaudible growl in the distance. Shit. There is a monster.

"Professor, may I use the bathroom," I asked Trelawney desperately.

"Ah," she said in a knowing tone. "I have foreseen this moment. You aren't supposed to do what you are about to do, Mr. di Angelo."

I'm saving your life, idiot! "Really? That's weird," I said sarcastically. "I mean, I thought you were supposed to piss in a bathroom. Wow, how silly of me." I am probably going to be branded smart-ass of the year if I keep this up.

She narrowed her eyes. "Go ahead. But your sister will not live much longer if you continue these choices."

How dare that old fraud speak of my sister? "My sister has been dead since I was 12," I spat. Then I rushed out. What an idiot.

I was pretty sure a hellhound had busted in. They seemed the most likely to make that growling noise, and were rather common when you were a demigod. I was right. I turned down a corner and saw a little first year pushed up against a wall from the beast. I twisted my skull ring, willing it into my favorite stygian iron sword.

Not wanting to lose the element of surprise, I wasted no time in slicing at it's throat. Snarling in anger, it turned and tried to snap at my head, blood spilling from it's neck. It was terribly weakened, and I knew it was in serious pain, but I wasn't as cruel as people thought. I really didn't like seeing things suffer, so I gave one last death blow. I swirled away in a torrent of golden dust. The kid stared at me in shock.

"Y-you killed it," we whimpered. "H-h-how?"

He didn't seem to have any injuries, so I leaned in close, and before he could react, I pointed my wand at his head and murmured, "Obliviate." The victim's eyes turned milky and he slumped down. At least that textbook was good for something.

After racing back to the classroom, I couldn't help but think about how tough this year will be with stupid teachers, half-blood hunting, and monsters.