HOLA! I had sudden stroke of inspiration, so I'm updating early! SoN updates soon too, cause I has time. TAKS is next week though, so don't expect much. I'm basically gonna test all day, come home, eat, and pass out on the couch. Just sayin. Also, I'm about to edit chapter one, but imma do it in a little bit.

Nico awoke to someone shaking his shoulder.

"Five more minutes, Annabeth…" he mumbled, figuring it was Annabeth coming to drag him to breakfast.

"Who the bloody hell is Annabeth?" a thickly accented male voice questioned. Nico instantly shot up, extremely freaked. It took a moment for the memories to come back. He was stuck at Hogwarts (1). Oh, yeah.

Nico rubbed his eyes blearily. "A friend of mine," he muttered groggily, squinting up at James, the boy who refused to leave him alone.

James raised his eyebrows, smirking. "A friend, you say?"

Nico was confused for moment, then realized what James was implying. He made a disgusted face, and felt heat rush to his cheeks. "Oh gods no! She's…she's like a mom to me!" he shivered at the thought of her being anything more. "Besides, she's dating my cousin. She'll probably be my cousin-in-law by next year."

James sniggered. "Whatever you say, Mate. Whatever you say. No need to get so flustered."

Nico rolled his eyes, agitated. "Is there a reason you woke me up?" he hissed.

James blinked, and then a sly smile crept on his face. "Oh yes. Breakfast is in about 2 minutes." He grinned, and then zipped off towards the dining hall.

Nico smacked himself in the forehead. "Gods dammit!" he hissed at himself. He then jumped out of bed and threw his robes on, rushing out the door of the dorm.

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About five minutes into breakfast, a very angry and scruffy-looking Nico burst into the dining hall, storming towards the Slytherin table. He could feel cold stares burning holes into his body, but he didn't care. He was too pissed off.

James was saving a seat for him, grinning slightly.

"Took you long enough," The blond commented, gesturing for Nico to sit down.

"No thanks to you mate," Nico hissed, mocking James accent slightly. "Why the Hades did you wake me up so late?"

James shrugged. "You seemed so tired," he said innocently.

"Uh-huh."

"Yup,"

"I really hate you. You do know that, right?"

James just laughed.

It was then Nico realized that the whole entire hall was silent, staring at the pair. Nico looked around.

"What are you all gawking at?" He hissed. The kids turned their heads away in unison, and noise began to fill the hall once more.

"Well that was just a smidge awkward," James muttered, filling his plate up. He then glanced at Nico, who hadn't touched a thing. "You gonna eat this time?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nico's stomach growled ravenously. He knew right at that moment he had to eat. He filled up his plate quickly, thinking, At this point, I could care less if Zeus decides to punish me. Besides, I doubt that would sit well with dear old Dad downstairs. Thunder crackled lowly, and Nico froze, fork hovering near his mouth. He smirked, shrugging, and began shoving food into his mouth, throwing all manners out the window.

Harry's POV

Five minutes into breakfast, the door to the Grand Hall burst open. A tall, dark fifteen year old boy burst in, looking extremely miffed. His robes were rumpled, his hair was messed up with sleep, and dark shadows stood out from under his eyes.

Harry recognized him as Nico di Angelo, the strange boy who had made the sorting hat scream.

Harry's eyes instantly narrowed, following Nico as he stomped past. The whole hall was silent, staring up at the boy, but if he noticed, he sure didn't show it.

A blond Slytherin boy grinned up at him mischievously. He said something to Nico, something that made the dark boy's eyes blaze.

"No thanks to you mate," Nico hissed, mocking James's accent. "Why the Hades did you wake me up so late?"

Hermione tilted her head. "Hades?" she questioned. "Why would he say that?"

Ron shrugged. "I dunno. What's Hades?"

"Not what, who," Hermione corrected. "He's the Greek god of the Underworld,"

"I still have no idea what you're talking about,"

Harry shushed them. "I can't hear what they're saying!" he hissed.

"…seemed so tired," the green-eyed boy was saying, his eyes wide with false innocence.

"Uh-huh,"

"Yup,"

"I really hate you. You do know that, right?"

The Blond boy just laughed.

The pair then seemed to realize that the whole hall was listening in. Nico looked around, glaring sharply. "What are you all gawking at?" he hissed.

Everyone instantly turned away, even Harry.

Okay, this is really just a half chapter, but I wanted to give you something before I disappear.

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(1) This will make a bit more sense when I edit chapter one next week.