A/N Okay, so this is my first story. I don't know whether this is just a rubbish story, but if you guys like it then please tell me and I'll publish more chapters. There will be a decent amount of solangelo in this, but it starts in like, chapter 4.
I don't own PJO or Harry Potter, which I'm sure is a surprise to you all.
Why me?
That was the only thing I could think as I stood in the throne room of my father, being issued yet another quest to some random place halfway across the world; as if I hadn't been on enough already.
Hades was spouting off some more information – "protect this" and "don't do that" and "find these" etc. Apparently I had to go to some school named after a pig skin disease (the first time I heard that I couldn't stop chuckling for ages) and make sure that this Potter person isn't killed by this Riddle person, at which point my father ranted on for hours about horcruxes and how abhorrent they are. Also to find these horcruxes and destroy them. Just a side job there [please note sarcasm].
I turned my attention back to Hades, who said "Well, that's mostly everything. Were you paying attention?"
"Yep. Totally."
Hades rolled his eyes. "Well, I suppose it doesn't make much difference. Hecate should be here soon to gift you with the use of magic."
Just then, there was a flash of green fire, and a woman - no, a goddess appeared, striding down the hall. She had long black hair, pale skin and cold green eyes. A polecat and a Labrador chittered at her heels, the polecat passing gas at random intervals.
I bowed. "Lady Hecate."
She studied me critically. "Nico di Angelo. Hmm." She turned to Hades. "Have you filled him in?"
Partly," my father admitted.
"Well. I am going to gift you with the use of magic and the average knowledge of a seventh year to help you blend in and give you a hand. You must not flaunt your abilities, however, as most of your classmates will not have learnt them yet." She stepped forward and placed her slender, ice cold finger onto my temples. I felt years of magical knowledge flood my brain I suddenly knew what words like expelliarmus, boggart and patronus meant. I knew the exact wrist movement to cast accio.
Hecate snapped her fingers, and a large trunk and cage appeared.
"These are your supplies for the coming school year. Everything you need is in the trunk, and there is a screech owl for mail. Her name is Ossidiana."
"Obsidian," I translated. I decided to call her Diana - it was easier.
"Yes." She turned, but looked over her shoulder. "And Nico, remember: you will have to come up with a suitable alias. No one can know who you truly are."
Another flash of green fire and she was gone.
"I will lend your power for shadow-travelling," Hades said. "Go to the office of Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts, Scotland. You shall have to pretend you have no idea of magic, to get a place in Hogwarts."
I nodded and turned to leave.
"Nico... good luck, my son."
I inclined my head respectfully, but inside I was grinning like a madman.
I melted into the shadows.
