A/N. Sup guy/gals? I'm soooo sorry this chapters late, I had planned on getting it up last week, but complications arose and in time were overcome. (did I say that right?) any who, the next chapter will be sooner! And this chapters pretty much a really bad filler. Now to answer some reviews;
funlove109; thanx! I had a lot of fun writing that scene, I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint you to much.
Slowtraffic2110; well, you are very welcome! I'm sooo glad I can actually make some one happy when I update! Your encouragement, has helped me a lot!
PjoHoOfan; wow! * stumbles back from all the enthusiasm* I loved reading your review, it made me want to write and update on the spot! (Can we all just stop for a moment and appreciate this reviewers interest and involvement in this fanfic?! Seriously her reviews are greatly inspiring!) and I thought the idea over and have decided, *spoiler * that I will have snape learn a couple things about nico, while he's in detention, not every thing, but I'm sure he'll learn some thing. * end spoiler *
SeaHero; thanx, I love putting detail into my stories, which is part of the reason I wrote this, it was because I got so tired of people sending nico to hogwarts then, ending up putting a huge time skip, and I'm just like "wait, hold up. What happened to nico during that time skip? Did explore hogwarts? Did he talk to people? Or did he sit in the corner and ignore every body? Etc. if you know what I mean.
This A/N is getting to long so I'm going to put up my new and improved disclaimer;
Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR
Disclaimer by, mark twain!
Harry walked slowly to his next class, Divination. He couldn't quite figure out what he had seen, and his memory seemed fuzzier than it was supposed to be. He met up with Ron and Hermoine at the bottom of the silver ladder leading up to Divination. Ron grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side.
"Harry. Did you hear what happened?!" he asked excitedly. Harry shook his head. "Yesterday,-when-di-Angelo-left,-there-was-a-bunch-of-explosions-in-the-forbidding-forest.-And-then-Hagrid-went-to-check-it-out -and-it-looked-like-a-huge-bomb-had-exploded-there-and-he-said-he-thought-that-he-saw-a-student-with-white-skin-and-black-hair-and-clothes,-walking-away!" He said without stopping to breathe.
Harry raised an eyebrow. He was used to Ron talking super fast, so he was able to understand what he said. He sighed, this day was just getting more and more confusing.
"Ron, could you please stop talking," he groaned, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle that was Nico di Angelo together. But all he came up with, was a bunch of blanks. Nico was a_, and his power was_. The closest people he was related to were _, and he was born in America? Or was it a lie. And so on.
"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, sounding concerned.
Harry ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I don't know. I guess. Listen, we need to meet in the library later," he said.
Hermione raised an eyebrow but didn't question, just nodded and went off to Arithmancy. Ron opened his mouth, no doubt to start bombarding Harry with questions, but Harry gave him a pointed look, before turning around and walking to Divination.
Nico sat beside a chubby boy named Neville. Nico recalled the kid from the plant class, 'herb- something or other.' The class, Divination, was the kind of place Nico despised; heavily decorated, and smelled of ton's of different scents that made Nico want to fall asleep. The class was instructed by a buggish looking lady to write down what they saw in their tea cups that were filled with wet tea leaves. So far , he had wet foliage, sopping leafage, soaked plant organs, and dozens of other synonyms written down, but he was running out of them quickly.
Maybe I should get thesaurus. he mused, but quickly shot down the idea, (he'd never be able to read it all any way). He let himself relax, and closed his eyes. He dozed for a bit.
"Mr. di Angelo, are you even listening to me?!" Nico's eyes snapped open to see a slightly red faced teacher standing in front of him.
"I'm sorry professor, I was lost in thought for a moment." Nico lied easily.
The teacher glared before sighing, "well you don't seem to be participating in today's assignment."
" I've already finished today's assignment, ma'am." Nico told her politely with a slight mocking tone in his voice, enough to detect, but not enough to call him out on.
Professor Trelawney stared at him in disbelief before snatching his paper that was filled with short answers. "but...but," she spluttered, "all you done is repeat the same thing!"
"No disrespect, but you'll find that nothing is repeated." Nico said. The professor's face went from red to cherry red to fire red.
"But these are all synonyms!" She screeched
"Your point?" He replied coolly. The bug-like professor spluttered for a moment before stalking off, muttering to herself.
Neville looked at Nico's sheet. "She's right," he said after a moment, "all you did is write the same thing a different way!" he raised an eyebrow as he continued to read the page. "I didn't their were so many ways to say, wet leaves." he mused.
"Oh, you'd be surprised!" Nico said, feeling like sleeping some more. He finally dozed off. He should have known better.
Nico was seven years old again, playing with his sister in the back yard of a small, Italian house. His nine year old sister grinned at him, and checked the house. "Okay, mom's taking a nap. The coast is clear!" she said triumphantly. Seven year old Nico seemed to know exactly what she meant, for he nodded and dropped the ball he'd been holding and followed his sister, sneaking through the house and out the front of the door. His sister led him to the candy store six blocks away from their home, and bought them both licorice whips, and toffy with the money she and Nico had made from secretly selling newspapers when ever they could sneak out of the house. Nico and his sister strolled in the direction of their house, his sister laughing and pointing out stuff to Nico. Suddenly, his sister whipped around to look behind them. Seven year old Nico watched his older sister, confused, as his sister grabbed his hand and started running, pulling Nico behind her. Seven year old Nico had trouble keeping up, and he heard loud angry footsteps behind him, like a giant was trying to catch them so it could eat them. His sisters grip started to loosen, and Nico found his surroundings change. His voice seemed to fail him as he tried to protest as his sisters' hand let go, and she was gone. Then Nico was ten, standing in a junk yard, as he watched his sister run to the giant automaton and crouch just so, so the monster stepped on her and she slipped up the emergency hatch. Then, he was beside her as she crawled up a metal ladder, staying away from all the fixtures. She crawled up into the main hatch some where in the middle of the monster. It was pretty... Well, typical, he guessed. A chair, with a control board, covered in rusty buttons. Nico watched as his sister frantically flipped switches pushed buttons and cranked handles. The monster started to get really rough to stay balanced in. Suddenly Nico felt it tipping and it landed on some kind of power source, electric lightning ran up and down the monster, immediately shocking his sister so badly that she was unable to move at all, or do anything as the monster exploded into a thousand different pieces. His sister rammed into the ground and rolled until finally coming to a halt. Nico was afraid to look in his sister's direction, and when he finally did, he saw his sister laying limp in her chair a nasty looking head wound on her forehead covering most her face in the sticky liquid, her silver Parka and pants seemed like they had just been died dark red. Then, it wasn't Bianca laying in the chair any more- It was hazel, a sword plunged through her heart, her frizzy hair matted with blood, and her eyes wide open, glassy, and staring straight at him. He was shocked to have seen both of his sisters dead. Then he was in the Underworld, in one of the darkest places, and he was reliving being pulled into Tartarus, his hands trying to grab onto any hand hold available. The shadows were ignoring his commands, and Nico's sword had already fallen down over the edge of the pit, to which Nico was being dragged. Nico felt himself falling over the edge and into the abyss.
Nico woke with a start, his breathing ragged. He stood up from where he had been sleeping so fast he felt slightly dizzy. The whole class was staring at him in shock.
Then the professor stepped toward him, "Tell me your dream, and we may tell your future!" she said. Nico glared at her making her cringe and shrink back from fear, before he slipped out of the class room, cursing himself for being such an idiot, it was what? His third, fourth day here?
He was supposed to keep a low profile, not the top subject of the school gossip! He had already heard rumors of him being the next Dark Lord. Nico saw Dumbledore watching him, as he entered the library.
Nico slipped on his special glasses that the Athena cabin had created, that helped him read even with his dyslexia, but didn't totally take it away, so he didn't read a lot. He went over and slipped a mortal book of Hans christian Andersen's fairy tales in the history section, wondering what wizard would actually think it was original history. Then he grabbed a book from the restricted section and settled down.
Harry, Hermoine and Ron, sat in a table in the library, near the back, discussing the last two days. Ron described the rumors flying around the school, and told Hermoine what had happened in Divination.
Then Harry told them what had happened that morning, though as he was describing the strange lady in armor, he kept messing up and feeling like he was forgetting a vital piece of information.
They debated what they thought had happened to Nico when he fell asleep in Divination to make him look so horrified even in his dreams and tense too. He definitely looked like he was having some kind of nightmare! Harry couldn't believe that Nico could be this hard to crack, it seemed the more they learned the less they actually knew.
Draco Malfoy bowed before Voldemort, trembling and trying to hide his fear. He had given his report on the exchange student. Voldemort finally nodded and waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal. Draco gladly complied, hurrying out. Voldemort touched the knife that was set beside his chair, relishing the creepy feeling it gave him.
He grinned maniacally, "Ready the armies!" he boomed.
A/N. And there it is. Yes I know its not my best work, and I am sorry. But if you did like it please review, I know for a fact that over 7,000 people have read this, and only 44 reviewed, so I guess the majority thinks it stinks :( but if you do think I should continue, please drop a review, or even just put a smiley face so I know you like it! Thanx!
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