Disclaimer: Again, I'm not Rick Riordan or J.K. Rowling at the same time. So I don't see how I could ever own PJO and HP.

Ghost-Sight: For the benefit of those who do not understand Alisa's Ghost-Sight; I will update the first chapter to contain this.
~Her "Ghost-Sight" is like a bat's sight or Toph's, only more sensitive. She sends out vibrations through movement and the vibrations sent back are how she detects objects. Her "sight" is sensitive enough to detect the deeper portion of paper that appears when a person writes, so she can read/write. The ability, however, limits her "sight" to the ground, so she cannot "see" anything that flies. She retains a little of this ability in water, but it is very limited and unreliable.


~Warmth to My Soul~

000 Alisa 000

My bed's so soft...

Wait a minute, my mind reeled as my Ghost-Sight registered my unfamiliar surroundings.

Where the hell am I?

It took me five whole minutes before every memory from last night returned, from entering the Great Hall to going to bed.

I took a minute to notice my surroundings. Everyone else was still in bed. A few clothes were scattered around the room and some snoring could be heard.

Suddenly, I realized I had to know what the time was. In Tartarus, there was no need for clocks so it was a strange feeling for me to need to know what the time was. It was an even stranger feeling for me to realize that I felt strange about it when just three years before, I would have a watch strapped to my hand. Of course, a watch would be useless to me now since I can't see.

It didn't seem like it was morning, nobody was up, but I didn't feel as energized as I should if it was night.

I contemplated for a bit before realizing the answer. It must've been too early in the day for the others to wake.

I sighed quietly, I was too awake for me to go back to sleep and I was too lazy to get out of the room. I suddenly noticed that my bag was still where I left it, a few of my already few belongings scattered inside. Picking up a large book with the words, 'Hogwarts: A History' embedded in the leather, I started packing the rest of my things. However, even with slow movements, I had quickly unpacked everything I owned.

A loud "Brrrring!" suddenly resounded and a chorus of moans, groans and one "Shut the clock up, Chloe!" echoed through the room as a red-haired witch turned off the ringing clock.

The red-haired witch, Chloe, and a few others got up slowly and went to the bathroom.

Boredom overrode the feeling of laziness so I got up, put on the Hogwarts uniform, and went down to the Great Hall.

A few students bustled about, some eating, some chatting with friends. Picking up my schedule and grabbing a muffin, I left the Great Hall and headed to the lakefront.

I placed my muffin in front of me and focused on my surroundings. Nobody was within twenty feet of this spot. Good.

I pressed my necklace thinking, Guitar, and it transformed into my beautiful Tartarian guitar. I will never tell my step-dad this, and I'll deny it if he asks, but I really do love his gift.

I strummed a few chords before singing my favorite song, I know you must be thinking "How the hell would she know songs if she was trapped in hell, literally?" Well, sometimes Mom would bring me a music player filled with different songs, it stopped me from asking to get out for a few weeks if she did.

Anyway, I started to strum the chords and sing,

We're too young
This is never gonna work,
That's what they say,
You're gonna get hurt.
But I know something they don't.

My eyes were closed, and I swayed to the melody as an image of a person invaded my mind.

I hear your heart, beating right in time.
Right from the start,
Knew i had to make you mine.
And now I'll never let you go.
Don't they know that love won't lie?

Don't listen to the world,
They say we're never gonna make it.
Don't listen to your friends,
They would've never let us start.
And don't listen to the voices in your head,
Listen to your heart.

I was surprised as the image got clearer, but the melody was flowing through me and a warm feeling overrode logical thoughts, so I let it pass.

This promise, doesn't have to be so loud,
Just whisper, I could find you in a crowd.
I think it's time we ran away.
Your father, says I'm not good enough for you.
Your mother, she thinks that this is just a phase,
I think that we should run away.

Don't listen to the world,
They say we're never gonna make it.
Don't listen to your friends,
They would've never let us start.
Don't listen to the voices in your head,
Listen to your heart.

His face was young, like I mostly remembered it, the colors were there. It was strange to see something colored, even in my mind.

You gotta listen to your heart.
Go on and listen to your heart.
Come on and listen to your heart.
It will tell the truth,
It will set you free,
It will say that you were meant for me,
And this is where we're suppose to be.
Yeah!

He had a cheeky grin on his face, and a mischievous look in his eyes, his face turned older, into what I saw last night.

Don't listen to the world,
They say we're never gonna make it,
But I know we'll make it.

Don't listen to your friends,
They would've never let us start.
Don't listen to the voices in your head,
Love will never ever let us fall apart,

You gotta listen to your heart.
Go on and listen to your heart.
You've gotta listen to your heart.
Come on and listen to your heart.
Listen to your heart.

As soon as I stopped singing, his face, and the warmth, faded away. I told myself that the fact he appeared in my mind meant absolutely nothing.

The warm that I felt turned to resentment as I transformed my guitar to a necklace again.

I knew he was my enemy, and I will never, ever in my life admit this, but when I sang, I didn't care. I didn't care that the face of Nico di Angelo brought warm feelings to my soul. I. Didn't. Care.


A/N: I'm sorry that it's late, I went to Singapore and I came home about 2AM yesterday, I was too pooped out from all the shopping we did (Ugh... shopping) to finish the chapter. So, as an "I'm So Very Sorry, Don't Kill Me" I made this chapter slightly sappy. To Ninadoggy, there. There's your explanation & slight Nico-Love part. I couldn't put more Nico-Love because I'm reserving that for after Nico explains why... umm... nevermind, I don't want to spoil it =P ~Nyx

Disclaimer #2 : I didn't want to put this on the first one 'cause it might spoil it so... I don't own The Maine's totally awesome song "Listen to Your Heart", I hope you guys will come back to Manila soon! [Insert Hearts Here]