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Story setting: The second book of the triology, takes place during 'Half-Blood Prince'. The Second Giant War has already been won.
Update schedule: About once every week, or every other week.
FOLLOWING FIVE CHAPTERS:
Chapter 2-Summer at Privet Drive
Chapter 3-The Sixth Year Prefect
Chapter 4-Watch out Diagon Alley- here come the Stolls!
Chapter 5- Return to Hogwarts
Chapter 6- An Uneventful Beginning
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'Nico at Hogwarts (Year 6): More Than a Half-Blood Prince'
Chapter 3: The Sixth Year Prefect
Part 1: Leaving
"That's not fair!" Harry yelled indignantly. "I build my deck for fifteen minutes and you blow it all away with one card- that's it, I'm giving up."
Nico scowled at him. "Not my fault you hadn't had to listen to your cousin's girlfriend go on about how 'even power must bow down to wisdom sometimes'."he said flatly as he watched his Athena card thoroughly kicking all of Harry's deck in the rear. An Aeolus holographic- figure from Harry's wind deck was now running around indignantly with one of Athena's spears sticking in his bottom. Harry winced at the state of his cards.
"As much as it's fun to play a magical game during summer- which the Dursleys will no doubt kill me about if they ever find out -I'm not going to continue like this. You're cheating!"
Nico coughed to hide his indignation and shock at the bland accusation. "Sour grapes," he coughed again.
Harry muttered something about Ron, Nico, and a huge bonfire.
"Did you pack your trunk?" Nico asked casually as he arranged the cards back dutifully.
"No," Harry admitted. "I don't want to get my hopes up. Dumbledore may not-"
"Don't give me any crap, Harry. Seriously. Dumbledore's probably going to end up showing up and embarrassing the hell out of you. I'm speaking from experience."
"Easy for you to say," Harry shot back firmly. "It's not your trunk you're packing."
"Procrastination?" Nico asked sympathetically.
Harry nodded with a mock-sad look, before smiling. "I'll pack it later. In fact, today."
"You've been saying that for the past week." Nico stated bluntly. Harry looked sheepish because what Nico had said was, of course, true. The past week had bored Nico out of his insane ADHD (or not...His dyslexia was gone, and his ADHD seemed to have disappeared along with it) demigod mind.
It had become sort of a routine. Wake up. Beat Harry in mythomagic. Do all the usual crazy morning stuff. Bemoan your boredom. Fall asleep. He'd been forced to beat Harry at mythomagic a little more than he'd have liked- the game and it's holographic figures seemed to keep the Boy-Who-Lived's mind out of the infuriating articles in the Daily Prophet and, though he probably didn't know it, Sirius.
Neither Nico nor Harry heard a word out of the Dursleys' mouths. Dudley Dursley didn't come up to speak with his cousin- he just went on ignoring him as usual, but kept shooting awkward looks now and then, glances Harry didn't seem to acknowledge. Nico, on the other hand, made it a sort of priority that he stay away from the Dursleys as much as possible. As fun as it would be to infuriate the family of three, he knew it wasn't necessary to start an uproar in the middle of Nr 4. Remus had gladly encouraged Nico to be at Privet Drive, and he was nearly absolutely certain that the ex-Defense teacher had told Dumbledore of this.
Tomorrow was when the Headmaster was supposed to be due, and Nico had been trying to get Harry to pack his trunk ever since he'd known. Of course, Harry kept procrastinating the event and Nico plainly refused to do anything involving his packing, swearing in front of Harry that he would not touch it and that he would receive no help packing his trunk. Harry had also agreed to let Nico tell him, 'I told you so' if Dumbledore did happen to appear and he managed to embarrass himself.
True to his word, however, and much to Nico's disappointment (not that he'd admit it) Harry packed his things later that day. Nico was slightly put out by this since he really did want to say, 'I told you so'. He'd never really said it before, but Annabeth, Reyna, and Hazel had many incidents in which they had used the phrase and it must have been immensely satisfying because they seemed to jump at every opportunity to say it.
Harry threw Nico a smug look.
"I'll get you next time," Nico silently swore...yet as he said it, there was something strange with his words that he couldn't really get. Harry looked at him in shock, which quickly morphed to amusement and the Boy-Who-Lived snickered.
"What?" Nico asked indignantly, which only made Harry laugh harder.
Nico cleared his throat. His voice sounded normal. Meaning the Stolls hadn't force-fed him a balloon full of helium. threw an annoyed glare at Harry.
"Harry, seriously, what's wrong?" Harry's laughs subsided into snickers, but he refused to give Nico a straight answer.
The night Nico was flustered. He was, by no means, a morning person, so he asked Harry to try and wake him up when Dumbledore came. Harry, who looked a bit incredulous about the Headmaster coming as if it might have all been a joke, but reassured by Nico's presence that it may have been true, told the Son of Hades he would, 'try'.
Nico was not reassured by this. He also avoided speaking to Harry in general since he seemed to find that hilarious for some reason.
The next day, Nico woke up to a hand full of water to the face. He sat up, gasping, only to see Harry looking at him anxiously with semi-cupped hands which were dripping wet. A wave of ferocity and annoyance took over Nico and he looked at Harry in disbelief.
"What-"
"Dumbledore's here." Harry said, grimacing. "Look, I'm sorry, but you sleep like the dead. And I couldn't very well yell with-"
"Who the blazes is calling at this time of night?" a voice bellowed from downstairs.
"Do I get to say it now?" Harry was too excited to crack a smile at Nico's speech.
"Say what?"
"I told you so. You owe it to me after this. And you didn't completely believe Dumbledore was coming."
Harry's expression turned into one of incredulity and he stared at Nico with a look that clearly said, 'Are you serious?'. "Fine," Harry sighed, shaking his head in defeat.
Nico smirked as he stretched and got out of bed, still somewhat holding a grudge. "I told you so."
He was right. It was immensely satisfying.
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Apparently, Harry hadn't warned the Dursleys about Dumbledore coming. It was an unintentionally smart move on his part too, Nico thought. With all the rage they had been bottling up since his arrival, that piece of news would have crossed their limits. Plus, it was rather amusing to see Vernon's face turn a shade of purple, just as puce colored as his night gown. Nico decided he wasn't feeling generous that day, and agreed in his mind to think of it as a dress. Yes, Harry's Uncle was standing in front of the most powerful and respected wizard known to Britain, wearing a purple pajama dress. It was much more fitting that way.
As they walked down, Dumbledore acknowledged Nico's presence with a smile, indicating that Remus Lupin had, in fact, told him. But he also gave Nico a pointed look that told him they had matters to talk about.
"Judging by your look of stunned disbelief, Harry did not warn you that I was coming," said Dumbledore pleasantly to Vernon. "However, let us assume that you have invited me warmly into your house. It is unwise to linger overlong on doorsteps in these troubled times."
Nico found it impressive how Dumbledore had, for lack of a better term, welcomed himself into the Dursley household in a matter of seconds.
"It is a long time since my last visit," said Dumbledore, peering down his crooked nose at Vernon. "I must say, your agapanthus are flourishing."
Now he's complimenting their flowers? Nico was honestly amused by the old Headmaster.
In his rage, Vernon seemed to have lost his ability to speak, but it returned to him quickly, his vein pulsing dangerously in his forehead.
"Now see here, you old codger!" he said. "You have no right whatsover to step into my property, no matter if the boy will leave next summer or-"
"And who has informed you of that, Mr Dursley?" Dumbledore said, ignoring Vernon's insult as his eyebrows creased in confusion.
"The Granger bloke-"
"Who?" Harry blurted out, looking confused as well now.
"Me," Nico said, with an awkward raised hand. "Um, you know. Nico Granger."
Harry looked at Nico like he'd attempted suicide while Dumbledore looked amused.
"Ah, well, that's a matter to discuss later." he said with a smile.
"WE ARE NOT DISCUSSING ANYTHING UNTIL-" Vernon quickly clapped a hand over his mouth in panic, and ran distractedly to the window, his purple face paling considerably and rapidly losing color as he looked across the street, no doubt searching for neighbors he might have awoken at this time.
He gave a sigh of relief and turned to Dumbledore, Harry, and Nico, still looking angry.
"Mr Dursley, we can have a much more polite conversation about your nephew and other affairs in somewhere much more...productive, if you please." Dumbledore said. The spark in his eyes was no put out, but he looked slightly irritated at Vernon having an outburst so early into their introduction. Nico could tell this was not how Dumbledore had their meeting in mind. Vernon's expression turned different as he apparently remembered that Dumbledore was in control of whether or not Harry was going to stay (or at least that was what he thought).
I don't mean to be rude —" he began again, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable. Nico honestly thought it was too late for apologies or civil speech after his outburst, but he could clearly note that the senior Dursley had no intention of blowing his chances with the man who would most probably mercifully rid Harry of them. It was a fact both Nico and Harry seemed to acknowledge, judging by their short exchange of looks; but what bothered and infuriated Nico more was that Harry seemed unsurprising by this behavior.
"-yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often," Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely, clearly no longer impressed with the Dursleys' patch of agapanthus or willing to humor them.
"Best to say nothing at all, my dear man. Ah, and this must be Petunia."
The kitchen door had opened, and there stood Harry's aunt, wearing rubber gloves and a housecoat over her nightdress, clearly halfway through her usual pre-bedtime wipe-down of all the kitchen surfaces. Her rather horsey face registered nothing but shock. Nico couldn't help but wonder when Petunia Dursley had ever seen Dumbledore- he couldn't miss that spark of recognition anywhere. It was quite obvious Vernon had never met him, but judging by his reaction, he had obviously known who Dumbledore was before their less-than stellar acquaintance.
"Albus Dumbledore," said Dumbledore, when Uncle Vernon failed to effect a proper introduction. His eye twitched with suppressed ferocity. "We have corresponded, of course." he continued, confirming Nico's point. He made a point to ask Harry when.
And this must be your son, Dudley?"
Dudley had that moment peered round the living room door. His large, blond head rising out of the stripy collar of his pajamas looked oddly disembodied, his mouth gaping in astonishment. He looked horrified at the very idea of a grown-up wizard and seemed to be contemplating all the terrible curses Dumbledore could put on him easily. Nico, who'd barely seen Dudley, found the terrified look on his face slightly foreign. Dudley hadn't seemed to be an easy scare- well, expect for Nico, but the Son of Hades still found it pretty difficult to feel intimidated by a man such as Albus Dumbledore when he was seemingly warm and welcoming.
"Shall we assume that you have invited me into your sitting room?" Dudley scrambled out of the way as Dumbledore passed him. Harry and jumped down the last few stairs while Nico cautiously walked down them. His leg was alright, but he doubted he could run or jump well with it.
"Aren't - aren't we leaving, sir?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Yes, indeed we are, but there are a few matters we need to discuss first," said Dumbledore. "And I would prefer not to do so in the open. We shall trespass upon your aunt and uncle's hospitality only a little longer."
You will, will you?"
Vernon Dursley had entered the room, still looking as though he was doing his best to bite his tongue and not speak a word. Petunia was at his shoulder, and Dudley skulking behind them both.
"Yes," said Dumbledore simply, "I shall." His carefree answer nearly had Nico smirking.
Dumbledore drew his wand so rapidly that Nico barely saw it; with a casual flick, the sofa zoomed forward and knocked the knees out from under all three of the Dursleys so that they collapsed upon it in a heap. Another flick of the wand and the sofa zoomed back to its original position.
"We may as well be comfortable," said Dumbledore pleasantly. Nico let the tiniest of smiles grace his lips. Harry just looked overwhelmed.
As he replaced his wand in his pocket, however,Nico caught sight of his hand-it was blackened and shriveled; it looked as though his flesh had been burned away...And it felt strange. Nico couldn't recognize that feeling- it did feel oddly familiar to his sense, but something was just hovering over the old wizard, and its primary source seemed to be his hand.
A question was half way out of Nico's mouth until Harry beat him to it.
"Sir — what happened to your — ?"
"Later, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Please sit down."
"I would assume that you were going to offer me refreshment," Dumbledore said to Uncle Vernon, "but the evidence so far suggests that that would be optimistic to the point of foolishness." Nico silently agreed, though he wouldn't have put it past Dumbledore to do so, anyway.
A third twitch of the wand, and a dusty bottle and six glasses appeared in midair. The bottle tipped and poured a generous measure of honey-colored liquid into each of the glasses, which then floated to each person in the room.
"Madam Rosmerta's finest oak-matured mead," said Dumbledore, raising his glass to Harry, who caught hold of his own and sipped. He had never tasted anything like it before, but enjoyed it immensely. He gave Nico a look that said, 'go on', so he politely took a sip of the stuff and inwardly blanched. He didn't like it. Harry, on the other hand, seemed to find it very good. Harry had strange preferences, and so did Dumbledore. Not that the latter was much of a surprise.
The Dursleys, after quick, scared looks at one another, tried to ignore their glasses completely, a difficult feat, as they were nudging them gently on the sides of their heads. Nico could easily see that Dumbledore was rather enjoying himself, neither did he blame the Headmaster for this. If he had the authority to make things float around bonking the Dursleys on the head, he would have done it in a moment...expect maybe his weapons of choice might have been something a littler more damaging than little glasses...Perhaps quaffles. Or better yet, bludgers.
Well, Harry," said Dumbledore, turning toward him, "a difficulty has arisen which I hope you will be able to solve for us. By us, I mean the Order of the Phoenix. But first of all I must tell you that Sirius's will was discovered a week ago and that he left you everything he owned."
Over the sofa, Vernon's head turned as he looked at Dumbledore dubiously. Harry, however, was not looking at anything- he was staring blankly into the air, and he muttered and 'Oh..Right'. Nico immediately felt out of the picture.
Nico cleared his throat and looked at the Headmaster.
"Uh, would you mind if I go up stairs and collect my bag...Um, you know, just to avoid delays."
Dumbledore, seemingly sensing Nico's desire to give them privacy, nodded warmly and gave him a smile, and the twinkle in his eyes intensified. It took Nico a couple minutes to figure out Dumbledore was staring at him with the same amused look Harry had whenever he said something nowadays. He didn't know whether to me annoyed or weirded out.
"Ah, certainly, Mr...Granger."
Nico thanked him and slowly rose from his seat. Vernon gave him a glare as if Nico was the on who had planned for all this to happen, but Nico paid him no mind as he exited the sitting room and made his way up, taking as much time as possible in order to not invade their conversation.
Up in the Dursleys' guest room, Nico pulled out his backpack from under the bed true to his words. The now considerably cleaner but slightly tainted fabric give no indication of being expanded on the inside- Lou had done that for him while handing him the gifts of the Hecate cabin since it was too advanced of a spell to try.
He rummaged around for a bit until he found his crutches, and then pushed them in there as well with the other stuff- all of Harry's presents were still in there, because the Boy Who Lived unfortunately had no advantage of extended travel bags as Nico did.
He found himself pondering to keep his mind off of things- he wondered how he'd get his stuff for the year. Last time, Hecate had simply made all his things appear out of thing air like- well, magic, for lack of a proper term. This time though, he'd have to get his stuff alone. He wasn't really worried about how he'd get the money- he was pretty sure Hogwarts had a fund, or if not, he could just borrow some mug- mortal money from camp and exchange it for wizarding currency. He'd never been to Diagon Alley, though Ginny and Neville had spoke of it fondly.
He also had to get a wand of his own now that his was broken. Harry was very sympathetic about this- he had explained to Nico that he had to get another one since another wand would never work as well for him. Nico found the process of the wand choosing a wizard deeply inconvenient. He found the fact that he needed another wand even more so.
He also had to get an owl- he had to stay in contact with Camp Half-Blood. Constant Iris Messaging in a school full of curious, mostly nosy students wasn't the greatest idea, especially now that Nico couldn't use the shadows and a concealment. Again, he didn't much like the idea of getting a 'pet'. He quite like Xavia, and had no idea who Lou Ellen felt obliged to take her as well, but he couldn't hold that again her; it was Lou's raven after all.
Casually slinging the blue pack onto his shoulders, he made sure to descend down the stairs as slow as possible, unsurprising by a few fits of yelling now and then as he strolled aimlessly down the stairs.
A hoot nearby brought him to his sense- mid-way down, Nico sighed and went back up. Hedwig, Harry's snowy white owl, was giving the son of Hades an indignant look, as if demanding why she had been forgotten. The thing was really smart- Nico would give her that. Hedwig had been moody (for an owl) about being stuck in a cage all the time, though Nico was quite sure she was used to this treatment during summers by now.
"Yeah, yeah," Nico muttered with an eye roll. "Don't worry- we still know you exist."
He couldn't get Harry's trunk and his owl all at the same time, so he settled for pulling Harry's trunk and placing it on top of the stairs, soon after picking up Hedwig's cage. He stood by the stairs for quite a while and leaned forwards carefully, trying to listen for any arguments or enraged voices; he didn't want to go down their with Hedwig and make Dursley even more furious. Well, he did, but not wreaking havoc would have been to his advantage right then and there. Even the Stolls and Fred and George wouldn't have intentionally caused trouble at the time...Or maybe they would have. Nico didn't think he wanted to know for all he was worth. He'd just have to take his first, and probably last look at Diagon Alley before he set the Stolls loose on it. He wasn't by any means a son of Athena, but everyone with half a brain cell could figure out the equation- Weasley twins + Stolls = apocalypse.
After being absolutely sure the conversation was done- or nearly done at least, Nico climbed down, watching his footsteps careully. Hedwig dutifully remained silenced throughout their trip.
Ones he made it to the bottom, Nico poked his head around the corner and into the sitting room; miraculously, Harry and Dumbledore were just standing up.
Harry's eyes shifted Nico, as softened in relief of having found something else to think about. He gave Nico a pointed 'We'll speak later' look before his eyes darted to Hedwig's cage. Harry then excused himself to run up stairs and grab his things before coming back down.
The group of three then stepped outside the household.
"Bye," Harry said hastily to the Dursleys before the door was slammed shut. Nico had to wonder drily why he even bothered. Barely a few weeks with them, and Nico was anything but fond of the Dursley.
"We do not want to be encumbered by these just now," Dumbledore said, pulling out his wand again with a meaningful look at Hedwig, whose cage Nico was still holding.
"I shall send them to the Burrow to await us there. However, I would like you to bring your Invisibility Cloak, Harry... just in case." Nico remembered that the Burrow was where the Weasleys lived- Ginny had mentioned it.
"You have an Invisibility Cloak?" Nico asked incredulously. Dumbledore watched Nico with an amused expression he still couldn't fathom while Harry suppressed a snicker.
"I didn't tell you?" he asked, but it was hard to be sincere while trying to hold back laughter. "Well, sorry then. I guess that everyone around me seems to know, so I just assumed I told you. I inherited it from my father." he continued casually, pulling his cloak out of the trunk with difficulty. It stung just a bit that Harry hadn't told him about that- but Nico quickly dismissed it, thinking harsh thought to himself. Harry had been grieving Sirius all summer- and he wasn't obliged to tell Nico anything.
Dumbledore, still looking rather entertained, flicked his wand casually- in a moment, Hedwig, Harry's trunk, and even Nico's backpack disappeared into thin air.
"And now, boys," Dumbledore began, smiling as he took in cold, misty night for the first time since stepping outside Number 4. " let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure."
Yaay. Ambie updated! Oh, wait a second..."I updated. On time. Not that I ever don't. Anywho's, thanks for your reviews! (That rhymed...) Really, thanks! To all 15 reviewers of the last chapter. And, as I've mentioned several times, I'm by no means a fan of Dudley, but the bloke had to be given his justice.
"Most of you are probably wondering, right now, why Harry and Dumbledore (and even the Dursleys!) were looking funny at Nico as he talked? Well, you should've guessed by now :). In fact, anyone who guesses will get a shout-out! (Not you, tho, Kero- I've already told you.)
"In other news, I'm absolutely bored out of my mind. Really. Writing this was somewhat hard at beginning- it's something like writer's block, but instead, I kept seeing my writing as bad and I just sort had to resist the urge to tear all my work down, stomp on it, set it aflame, and watch it burn. It just didn't seem good enough, no matter what. So I decided to swallow that feeling and tell it to bugger off. I updated anyway. Aaand, I've been giving a lot of thought to what would happen if I die before completing this fic...No, guys, I haven't fallen into depression and I'm not a goth (not that I have anything against them. Goths are cool...expect for Tara Gilbert. My Immortal ruined my life...) but I've just been giving it thought. So, if I don't update or suddenly abandon this (not gunna happen) without telling anyone, then I'm either really sick, or well, yeah..."
Soooo...Ambie has accepted the 'Speak in Third Person' challenge. She hates it. Thank God for inverted comas though, or Ambie wouldn't have lived. Fortunately, she has decided to vent her frustration by challenging all of you to this challenge. And Ambie warns you that if you do not accept, she will personally do a shout out for all of you cowards. *Evil grin*. Thus, she commands all of you to review in third person.
Just to cheer you up, here are five things that annoy Ambie, so stear clear of them.
1) When people call her 'Am-by'. Her name is pronounced 'Am-bee' for Zeus' sake!
2) When people say 'Could/Should/would of' instead of 'could/should/would have'. That annoys the crap out of her.
3) When people curse unnecessarily. Ambie hates cussing without purpose. She really does. The furthest curses she'd use are 'bastard' and perhaps, if she really wants to express her emotions, 'bitch'. But Ambie does not like swearing just in order to look 'cool'.
4) Ambie hates twihards with no brains. It doesn't matter to her if anyone likes Twilight, but she can't stand people being stupid about it and yelling that anyone who does't like Twilight should go to Hell and burn.
5) Ambie despises losing. She's a bit of a show off sometimes (but only because she doesn't have much to show off about, so she jumps at opportunities) and her Slytherin side wants to win and prove that she's worth something.
Bonus 6) Ambie hates getting sorted into Gryffindor. She doesn't have anything against the house but she seriously doubts her 'bravery' (*cough* nonexistant *cough*) and she feels like everyone wants to be Gryffindor because it's the house of the heroes. But for some reason, everytime she makes a Pottermore account (the usernames are ridiculously hard to remember!) she ends up in Gryffindor, expect that blissful once when she got Ravenclaw.
She also got Gryffinclaw in the mixed-house quizzes, though she will keep insisting that she's a Slytherclaw so you better treat her that way or suffer.
Ok, that is is for now. Abie also wants to tell you it's not allowed to use inverted commas in this. *Grin*. She knows that ANY Slytherins will accept since they're all about proving themselves, and that Gryffindors will, too, because they want to prove their bravery. Ravenclaws may think this is educational and try, whereas Hufflepuffs are too nice to refuse.
Tell Ambs which houses you are in on Pottermore! (and your ridiculously difficult usernames (if you remember them) so she can add you, too!)
Now, on with the review replies where Ambs will use inverted commas, the true bliss of grammar, one or twice-
RRs:
Lukas: *sniffs* Ambie is not amused by what you said. No, she is not dead Sirius. He is, as you can tell, dead, and I am clearly not. Anyways, as far as Ambie knows, none of her reviewers are named Lukas...or the ones who are, don't bother to introduce themselves. Heh. Aw, no that would be disgracing his memory- but ooh, Ambie and Lukas can have people wear neon clothes to his funeral...colorful. *Evil grin* Ambie doubts Anubis will accept a mummy in white clothes anyway.. Yes, Ambie thinks Dudley is cowardly. You cowardly pig! Go APOLLOgize ("I caught the pun!") Now! Unfortunately he isn't going to, up until Deathly Hallows. And YAAAH! Ambie is happy that Lukas has FINALLY logged into his account. She was honestly beginning to wonder if he even had one. But she understands being lazy enough not to log in- she does that all the time. *Puts on procrastination shades* Ambie is cool that way.
GrimCreeper: "Haha! Well, I wouldn't suggest you try it!" Thank for leavin' a review!
Kerowyn6: Ah...the PMs say it all, Kero. They say it all. *Odd wise look*.
fangirl2471999: Thanks! Ah...here comes the next chapter on a silver platter!
Princess Of Flames: Ah, your ideas never seize to amuse Ambie, dear PoF. She is sure Dudley would rather have not played, and she also had no intention of ruining that pleasant scene during Deathly Hallows. Anyway, Ambie thanks you for this awesome review, again!
Dragonsblue: Well, Ambie completely agrees. She doesn't think much of twilight right now. And Nico's leg is better, as you can see :) But Ambie sends you her... Thanks for reviewing!
MarissaTodd: "It's too late...:(..I'M DYING! AAAAAH! I'M DYING!" (P.S, thanks for leaving a review)
alealea: "Aw, thanks! That's really nice of you to say- it means a lot. I do try to focus on originality on my fic because usually, all the Half-Bloods at Hogwarts fics go somewhat like this: Nico, say, goes to Hogwarts. Nico gets sorted in Gryffindor/Slytherin. Nico becomes friends with Draco/Trio or the Trio are mysteriously suspicous of him fo seemingly no reason at all. Nico either faces a boggart in front of the entire school and/or gets kidnapped by Voldemrot and fellow Death Eaters, shows awesome powers and proves Trio wrong for suspecting him as he turns out to be a good Slytherin/true Gryffindor, and overshadows all wizards by being a demigod. Personally, I think this is one of the reasons why authors get bored with these plots so often- it's really because 70% of the time they're making demigods seem invincible compared to wizards, or copy the original plot of JKR's books, only with occasional mentions of the Half-Bloods doing their insane stuff. That's why I decided to take a risk and see what this was worth- I planned out the entire trilogy in my head, expect that I sometimes make a tweak now and then, but it's all complete, so I don't get that type of Writer's Block where I'm stuck with the story and don't know where to go. Kay, I'm rambling...Anyway, continuing on...That theory is wrong. I mean, really. I've already told you why in a PM, but I personally think that certain Horcruxes don't feel horrible- I do wonder, why didn't TMR's diary feel weird?...Or did it? I have to reread CoS soon. Yes, indeed, I do wish I had a Valiant Van of my own to travel with that way- I also happen to love planes !Thanks for leaving a review, as usual!
Winterlover6: Lol. I agree. The list goes on...thanks for leaving a review!
Finwitch1: Thank you ;)
Haylee: "I wonder why your name keeps disappearing...maybe it's because I copy-paste it? I mean, heavans bless ME if I can remember all of that. But honestly, I like your ranting. Seriously. Keep it up. And you deserve that spot ;). Not that it means much..Thanks for leaving a review!
Star-Crossed Rose: Ambie hopes a couple of your questions are answered! And yes, Twilight is definitely not her favorite fandom.*sigh* Well, not everything is Harry Potter! Thanks for leaving a review!
Hunter of Artemis: Aw! Thanks! Ambie was beaming throughout this! You make her smile. *smiles* See? Thanks for leaving a review!
BetterNameToCome: Wow Ambie likes your name XD. Thanks for leaving a review!
VERY IMPORTANT PART: Please, read the first Chapter of NAH: YEAR for explanation of Hecate, magic, and the connection between magic and Hecate.
THATS'S ALL, PEACE OUT!
(P.S: Ambie is planning to take on the 'Speak like Hagrid!' and 'Speak like Snape!" challenges, so yeh reviewers betta watch out because yer gonna be challenge righ' soon! An any tomfoolery will not be accepted in these challenges- I full expect you to acknowledge the delicate art of speech-intimation...Not that I expect you dunderheads to fully comprehend it. But for those with usable minds, I hope whatever is left of your semi-human intelligence is switched on for these competitions.)