*THIS IS THE REST OF THE SUMMARY AUTHORS NOTE*

Nico di Angelo is sick of it all. Sick of doing the gods bidding, sick of being judged, so what better place to escape to than the crazy world of magic? Just BOOM, and suddenly, his best friend is the brightest (and bossiest) witch in his year; Hermione Granger, and her, well, to state it nicely, polar opposite, the one and only Neville Longbottom. Join Nico in his quest to find the Philospers Stone, and maybe, just maybe, make his father truly proud of him. SET DURING BoTL and PS! I KNOW THE TIMELINES DON'T MATCH, AND THEY WON'T, BUT WHO CARES? ENJOY THE STORY! (Currently set in 2008)

A/N: This is my first story, it would be appreciated if you gave it a go and reviewed. I will try to respond to all reviews, and tips for grammar and spelling, etc.. would be well appreciated too. Now I know that this is a overused topic but I love it, just couldn't resist. It just feels right. Also, there aren't enough where Nico starts from the start.

Just putting it out there: this story WILL NOT BE ABANDONED. I absolutely hate it when I get glued to a fic only for it to be abandoned right at the good part. I may not be punctual with updates (probably because of my non-existant schedule) but it WILL NOT be abandoned. Also, I will get some facts and details wrong because I can't re-read the books right now.

By the way, if you haven't read either series yet, I would strongly recommend it, but either way the story will make sense. Eventually. ;)

Anyways, that was my speel. Wait for it... *puts hand up dramatically* I-I feel my inner Apollo coming out...

I'm not Uncle Rick

Or J.K Rowling so I

Don't own anything :(

Yet.

Ha! First time. Watch out Apollo... you have competition..

Moving on

INTRODUCING : WHEN DEATH MEET MAGIC

PART I - THE GHOST KING RISES

CHAPTER ONE: I'M SORRY, PIGDISEASE?

The double life of Nico di Angelo began when he face planted into a brick wall.

Nico rubbed his nose, which he was sure was bruised. Third time in a week. That had to be a record. When Minos had told Nico about shadow travel, he expected something a little more glamorous. And controllable. Definitely more controllable. But hey, the harder it was to get right, the more impressive he was going to be when he shadow travelled to Perc-

Stop it. Nico mentally scolded himself, while resting his elbow against the brick that had the pleasure of meeting his nose. Stop thinking about Per- him!

Nico momentarily lifted his bony elbow from the brick but immediately had to lean against the wall again, too weak to stand on his own. Not that there was a wall anymore. Oh, no, Nico fell right through the... open archway. He could've sworn that wasn't there a second ago. Nico stood up and clumsily reached into his raven aviator jacket for his Stygian iron sword, stepping out onto the winding cobbled street.

Only to realise that the street was packed with people in odd clothing and pointed hats, rushing about waving - Nico must be mistaken - sticks. Nico tucked his sword into his jeans pocket - one good thing about his new all-black demeanour was the way his sword blended in. Now that he was a little less concerned for his safety, he began to notice the odd storefronts, selling things like potion ingredients, racing brooms, owls and - quills? That was absurd! Nico hadn't even seen quills in the 1930s!

Yes, Nico, 11 years old, was born around seventy years ago.

Nico walked about, wondering if he should ask somebody where he'd landed this time. It wasn't China, Nico had been there enough times to know that. But it wasn't anywhere in North America either.

Nico turned around, about to leave this bizzare place, when he was knocked to the ground. Nico whipped out his sword, only to be faced by a Latino boy with dark, curly hair and a mischievous grin. Trailing behind him was a girl with bushy brown hair who immediately reminded Nico of Annabeth. The way she carried herself, like 'Of course I'm right!' and looked like she was thinking of a million things at once made Nico wonder if they were related.

"Why do you have a sword?" The Latino kid asked curiously, drumming his fingers on the cobbles and making no move to stand up.

Nico eyed the boy suspiciously. He could see through the Mist. "You would too if you were like me. And if not one person in your family accepted you. If no one wanted you."

The boy looked down and his dark curls fell over his elfish face, so Nico couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Probably laughing at me. Nico thought, but then the boy spoke. "I know what you mean, dude." His voice was at least an octave lower. He got up and extended his hand. "Leo. Leo Valdez."

Nico stared at his hand but didn't shake. The Annabeth-like girl strode over. "Are you going to Hogwarts as well?" She asked politely. "I'm Hermione Granger, and you?"

Nico stared at her. "I'm sorry, Hog-warts? Like a pig and what?"

"I was confused too." Hermione Granger said, and Nico noticed that she had an accent, something that he couldn't place. "But then the postwoman transfigured my cuckoo clock into a real bird! And then she brought me here, she's with my mum and dad in Gringotts converting our pounds, or as they call it, muggle money, into galleons and sickles. For reference, I believe that twenty nine-"

"What!?" Nico asked, utterly confused. Not only at Annabeth-girl - Hermione's long speech, but at Leo, who was twirling his finger next to his head and pointing at her. And wait, if they used pounds, and that accent; Nico was in England!

"Didn't you get your letter?" Hermione asked, obviously perplexed with her wide eyes. "I suppose you should join me and Leo-" her nose wrinkled, "in getting our school supplies."

Three adults walked their way, a woman with a stern expression, a stern black bun and (stern, nah just kidding) emerald green robes followed by two bemused-looking people that, with their ressemblance to Hermione, could only be Mr and Mrs Granger.

"Miss Granger, Mr Valdez, here are your funds." The stern woman handed the two a small leather pouch each. "And, who are you?" She turned to Nico. So did Hermione, Leo and Mr and Mrs Granger.

Unnerved at having so many eyes of him, he said "Nico di Angelo."

The stern woman gave him an odd look and pulled some thick, yellowing paper, parchment, (geez, Nico thought he was old-fashioned) out of her robes and peered at it through her square spectacles. "It appears, Mr di Angelo, that you are a Hogwarts student, first-year, and I think it safe to say that you are a muggle-born." The corners of the woman's mouth threatened to tug into a smile. "I am Professor McGonagall, I will be your Transfiguration professor while you are at Hogwarts School, as well as Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor house. Follow me. We haven't started shopping yet."

And with that, Professor McGonagall strode back to the snowy marble building she had just come out of. Following the woman, witch, Nico guessed, he wondered just what he was getting himself into.

A/N: First chapter! Done! Now, I know that that was short, and probably not an ideal place to end, but I've been up for three hours just writing this much.

Bye ~ Ghost Queen .0