NICO POV

I thought about contacting Chiron. But then I had another thought, what if that would just be a hindrance to my mission? After all, the demigods would most likely try to find me. And I needed to collect as much information on the wizards as possible, and to be serious, I was really curious to. They would all think I was dead if I didn't come back. It wasn't like I was a valuable asset of the quest. You wouldn't believe how many times I've wondered if they kept me at camp so that I wouldn't go on a rampage.

All in all, I didn't really have a reason to waste a drachma on an Iris Message.

Which led me to think about how I found all my demigod supplies. Strangely, after I passed out in the train, a backpack fell shortly after I had fallen. I mean, it wouldn't be too strange if it had fallen somewhere else on the train, but through the same hole I fell through? Especially when the train had probably traveled a few hundred miles after the original hole had been made...I thanked my dad, since every once in a while, it was nice to think that he didn't want me dead.

It was currently resting on the side of my bed, so I thought that I might as well have some of the ambrosia I kept stored in a little zippy bag. I was going to be here for about a year, most likely, and I didn't want to miss any of it.

Especially with the opportunity of having an actual, real, alive friend. Even if they were insane. I know what you're thinking, Nico + Friend = Very unlikely. But as long as they didn't know my identity, I would be good.

After feeling for the ambrosia, I finally found it, and took out a tiny chunk. Just enough so that I would get healed, but not burn from the inside. I put it in my mouth, but I couldn't remember what it tasted like, because after a moment, it was gone.

A feeling of relaxation passed over my body, as I just discovered that my muscles were really tensed up from pain that I couldn't feel. I wanted to sleep, but before I could, someone walked in exclaiming,

"Now let's see those wounds...Ah! What quick healing, you'll be released by tomorrow morning at this rate!" Naturally, it was Madam Pomfrey, the only healer in Hogwarts, "You have a visitor, and it's the headmaster himself." She seemed unusually happy for someone who had probably seen many wounds in her years here. But it was the perfect opportunity to ask this Professor Dumbledore if I could enroll. The news that I could leave tomorrow was quite uplifting.

Coincidentally, he walked in right when I was thinking about him, with baby blue robes, and a long silver beard encasing his face. "How are you, Nico?" Forgetting that I was supposed to seem as innocent as possible to get enrolled, I narrowed my eyes.

"How do you know my name, Professor Dumbledore..." I said cautiously. He didn't seem like a hazard, but he might've been one.

"Same as how you figured out mine," he said with a twinkle of amusement going across his eyes. I understood his message, each person has their own sources. He looked like a bit of a joke, but he was definitely wise, and probably had been headmaster for a long time.

"Oh...I...Ummm...Can I join this school?" I started out the question slowly, speeding up to make it seem like I was nervous about asking. This was one of the many techniques to manipulating people, even if it didn't seem like one you would think of. To be quite honest, I didn't really have to do that, because Dumbledore seemed like the type of person who accepted any kind of person into their school, no matter how abnormal they were.

"I'd be pleasured to enroll you, but Hogwarts is soon going to face a great danger. Are you up to it?" I nodded, curious about what dangers this school had to offer. It couldn't have been much worse than what demigods had to deal with, especially due to the fact that wizards were descended from us, and probably had less to worry about.

"And you are sure your old school won't mind?" He continued on. I thought about lying to him, and saying that I'd already contacted them, but considering that I woke up very recently, I had a feeling he wouldn't accept that answer.

"Most of the people there think that I shouldn't even be allowed in the school, because they mark me think of me as 'dangerous'. Probably because of my parents, whom I don't like to talk about, and the certain..." I paused, willing a few shadows to swarm around my hand, "Powers I was born with..."

A look of doubt flickered over Dumbledore's eyes, but that was quickly replaced by a smile. "Well then, welcome to Hogwarts. I don't suppose you have any of our wizard currency, or books for our curriculum, so I'll provide that to you. Meanwhile..." A flash of red flames appeared next to his eyes, as a Phoenix appeared. I wasn't a big fan of the things, because it kind of contradicted me, being a widely known symbol of life. It held a wrinkled hat in its beak, but I had a feeling it held more promise than it let on. "Perfect, Fawkes, thank you for the sorting hat...Yes, meanwhile we'll get you sorted."

In one motion, he set the hat on my head, and I heard a voice speak, "A son of Hades, hmm? First one I've seen in decades..." I almost fell out of the bed, because the hat just spoke. I quickly recollected my calm, as hats were a popular item to enchant. One I could think of off the top of my head was Annabeth's,which allowed her to be invisible.

Unfortunately, that was my error, because soon the hat could see my memories. "Slytherin is a possibility...But, oh...What's this?" I froze up. In my mind was a flash of me and Jason facing Eros. "Much, much courage...Oh, and surviving the depths of that...pit" I could feel the hat shudder on top of my head. It had probably seen a collection of so many horrible memories of other students, because there was no way a mind-reading hat alone could go through those memories, without years of preparation.

"Hmmm...Definitely. Definitely Gryffindor..." the hat said this line out loud. A sense of dread filled my stomach as I thought about all the memories I had to go through. Dumbledore must've noticed the silence, because he looked at me curiously, before speaking.

"Now that that is settled, hold on to the tail feathers of dear Fawkes." I did as he told, and a burst of heat flew through my fingers. It felt kind of refreshing, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of a bustling street filled with people wearing robes.

"Come on now, we've got to stop by Ollivander's to pick up your wand." Professor Dumbledore said with a slight smile. We walked into a small little building with a single chair, and many shelves stacked with long and slender boxes.

A man with grey hair that made him seem like Albert Einstein spoke, "Ah, I see! Haven't had one of your kind in my shop for four years!" I had no idea how he knew about demigods, but I suspected that perhaps he himself was one. "Oh yes, magic is my clue as to who." Of course, he must've been Ollivander, the wandmaker of the shop. If I was correct, he was a son of Hecate.

"Well, let's get started! Let's see..." Wands started to rearrange themselves in front of him. He plucked one up, "This might work...Branch of a mangrove, imported from Florida. 11 inches, unicorn hair." He placed it in my hand. I didn't really have a good feeling about this wand. "Well, give it a wave!" I swished it around, but the room started to fog up, drenching me from head to toe.

Ollivander quickly snatched the wand up, offering me another wand to try. Flashing, banging, exploding, shattering, cracking, anything that could've happened did happen. "Here we go...Branch of pine, 13", eagle feather for a core..." I made a small flicking motion, and a storm cloud formed, and thunder started clapping. I dropped it, and the mini-storm faded away.

"Hmm...If those two wands gave that kind of pronounced effect...Ah! A child of one of those three? Well, there's only one left!" He pulled a midnight black box, opening it. In it was an ebony colored wand. Ollivander finished what he was saying earlier, "Branch of a black poplar tree that had fallen out of a dementor's cloak...A Phoenix feather as a core, 9"...Quite an interesting combination..." Ollivander's eyes shown with pride, and I could tell a bit of danger had been involved in the making of it. Especially managing to combine two things that represented life and death.

I held it in my hand. Two lines bulged out on it, starting out connected at the bottom, each line spiraling upwards separately. It looked a lot like George and Martha entwined around Hermes' caduceus. Shadows started to swarm around me, and I grinned. It was perfect.

"Well, I believe the wand has chosen its owner, after many years untouched." Ollivander had a light in his eyes that made him look a tad bit more like a madman. You better head back to Hogwarts, it's quite late..."

Dumbledore and me reached our finger up towards Fawkes, finding ourselves back at the infirmary. I swung my backpack over my shoulder, following Professor Dumbledore to the Gryffindor boy's dorms, collapsing on the nearest empty bed, after I carefully placed down my backpack.

My eyes closed, and for some reason, I dreamed of seven meeting Leo who was calmly sipping coffee. Never would happen, knowing him.