I feel proud of myself for updating on time ^_^ I think my writing has been getting better this past month...How about you?
Disclaimer: No. I am honored to hear that you think I own PJO and HP, but I don't.

NICO POV

It was a town that screamed a raw kind of perfect. Warm cottages were lined up next to streets, amongst the shops filled with familiar greetings. Not my type of place, it would have to accumulate a lot more doom and gloom to achieve that. Though there was a building that looked utterly abandoned, and made it seem as if the wizards were bugs, getting repelled by some very effective bug spray.

Cody was talking very animatedly, his hands waving in the air which was currently inundated with snow that really shouldn't have been there at he start of October. I could've sworn he said something about exploding some classroom as a prank. The whole idea of friends had sounded a bit tempting, but now that I was experiencing it, I really didn't get the whole point.

To be honest, I didn't exactly want to go here. But it had a lot more benefits then drawbacks. One, it would probably make me very happy to see Umbridge's face if the "study group" got caught. Two, I could get Cody to shut up a little by satisfying him (He couldn't stop blabbering about his most recent pranks). And three, it would definitely help me figure out what was the whole deal with Harry Potter. Sure, I'd heard the story from Professor Dumbledore, but I felt that Harry had hid a lot from him.

Which brought me to why I was feeling very miserable lately. Reality had started to slap me in the face after I dreamt about Tartarus. I was definitely not a wizard, and would have to leave back to my own world. And for some reason, I felt a lot more accepted here. Plus, my diet no longer consisted of a single grape.

But of course, here I was somewhere in Scotland, when the crew of the Argo II was off gods know where, saving the world. When I could've definitely helped transport the Athena Parthenos to wherever it needed to be. I had a sneaking suspicion that if I hadn't been called off to do this mission at the most handy dandy of times (Thank you dearest father), that I would be shadow traveling across the world with Reyna and Coach Hedge. Of course, it probably wasn't true, but I couldn't help worry by the slightest bit.

I would have to Iris Message them later. When no one could hear me.

By now, me and Cody were at the entrance to the chosen meeting place, The Hog's Head. And I couldn't help but grin at the beat-up wooden sign which portrayed a hog's bloody severed head, next to a few worn out words that I gave up on trying to read. I stepped into the house, to be greeted Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Well not really greeted. Harry exchanged an uncertain glance with Hermione who shrugged. I slid over a Knut to the person behind the bar, whispering under my breath for him to get whatever could be bought for that amount of money. What I got was a drink with a fiery amber color, and without asking what it was, I raised it to my lips. Ron goggled at me, as he directed Hermione's attention to me. She gave me a reproachful glare, before turning towards the door with a welcoming smile.

People started to flow in, and as each person entered, Harry turned a shade paler. I could recognize Fred, George, Ginny, Neville, and finally Luna, whose names I had recently learned, but the I couldn't point out anybody else in the crowd.

I fiddled around with a smooth red object on the floor, my ears only half registering what the group had talked about. I let out a small chuckle at Harry trying to prove that he had not done much in his time at Hogwarts, and before long, a contract was passed around to the group. I gave it a look of suspicion, before signing it to not seem questionable. The meeting ended after a while, and I was about to leave with Cody before Harry called me over.

He shuffled on his feet, and I was beginning to become impatient. "What is it?" I said, sending him a glare. He froze before gulping and starting to speak.
"Well...I saw your sword earlier while you were having that..." he paused, and I knew he was talking about my dream, though I hadn't recalled taking it out. "And I was wondering if you could teach combat to our group. Or something?

I froze in my spot at his request. "No, no...It's a family heirloom..." I mumbled, "I don't know how to use it." I took off, quickly walking over to Cody and exiting. He probably hadn't heard the last part, though. I realized my stupidity in hinting that I had some sort of rich family, but there was no going back.

"What was that about?" Cody frowned, looking back as he tried to keep up with my hurried pace. I noticed how tensed up I was, and relaxed, slowing down to a more reasonable speed.

"Something about our Transfiguration essay, for homework." I said, trying to change the topic. But of course, Cody had to find something wrong in that statement.
"But our Transfiguration homework was to practice transforming objects into something else, I thought?" Yup, the aforementioned homework did not exist. The price for not paying attention in class (Much to Hermione's chagrin).

Damn Athena and her children's wits, I thought, ignoring the thunderclap in the distance. Once Cody knew I wasn't going to reply, he remained oddly silent, with a calculating look on his face.

Dinner was starting soon by the time we got back, and I quickly blended into the shadows so I could stay in my dorm. Why? Because naturally I had to Iris Message the crew in the Argo II to let them know I was alive. Not that they would have worried much.

Students started to rush past me, and I swiftly walked over to my bed, sitting down.

I pulled out a little spray bottle which created mist (Ideal for creating rainbows, of course) and tossed a spare drachma, before calling for Annabeth. She was the one I knew the most, and kind of tried to be a sister figure for me after Bianca died, mostly out of pity though. Not only that, but I had to see if Percy and Annabeth made it out alive.
Much to my happiness, both of them were intact, and Annabeth was resting on Percy's shoulder. "Pssst. Annabeth...Percy..." Percy's eyes flew open, and Riptide sprung into his hands as a crazed look showed up on his face. He immediately pulled it back after he saw me, and looked a bit more relaxed. Annabeth woke up, blinking her eyes sleepily.

"Wha-? Nico? What are you wearing..." Beautiful greeting there Annabeth. I bet it took you a millisecond to think of that one.

"Nothing. Look, I have some stuff to do for my dad. Just don't worry about me." I started, before quickly adding something onto my statement, "Talk in code names, Owl Head. Wouldn't want anyone listening in.

Annabeth was about to say something, before Percy cut her off, "Where are you? Gods, our plan to win would have a much higher chance of succeeding if you were here." I cut through the message quickly, not wanting Annabeth to figure anything out. I was just about to head towards my handy training room to practice with my sword, before I heard a book fall.

A pair of shoes started to take off towards the hallway, and I saw a strip of black fabric from the school robes.

HARRY POV

I crouched near a stack of books, as I huddled underneath the invisibility cloak.

"Wha-? Nico? What are you wearing..." A girl with blond hair and a boy with black hair hovered in the air before Nico. I knew I was right to see why he wasn't at dinner. He was downright suspicious. I had a feeling he wasn't halfblooded, because only pureblood family's tended to have family heirlooms. Especially ones as menacing as his sword.

"Nothing." he swiftly replied, though he was clearly wearing clothes, "Look, I have some stuff to do for my dad. Just don't worry about me. Talk in code names if you have to, Owl Head. Wouldn't want anyone listening in." What exactly was Nico hiding? Both to me, and his apparent companions?

The blonde-haired girl was about to say something, before the boy didn't allow her to continue by speaking himself. "Where are you? God, our plan to win would have a much higher chance of success if you were here." Nico sliced his hand through the message, and the communication had been cut off. He definitely was hiding something. Most definitely.

I turned to leave, when a book got knocked over, and made a thud. I quickly rushed out into the hallway, not caring if he saw me.

All I knew was that Nico was probably a Death Eater, and he was exchanging info to both sides.

Ooooh, things are heating up! He, I couldn't help but have Nico drink Firewhisky...I mean it is underage drinking, but...Don't forget to review, my dearest muffins!