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Nico's P.O.V.

"Man, this room is….wack." Leo muttered, nearly choking on the heavily fragranced air.

"Yeah, but it's better then Ancient Runes at any rate." Ron shrugged. "All Trewlany does is predict our deaths…On the 3rd you shall break you neck, and on December 21st you shall die by fire!" he pretended to imitate the professor.

Leo, Jason, and Harry cracked up. Two girls near the front of the room gave them disapproving looks, but the boys didn't seem to notice.

Nico wasn't disturbed much by the lack of oxygen. He was much more annoyed at the fact that everything in the room was….so….

Well, it was the complete opposite of what he was used to having for furniture. It looked quite similar to the Aphrodite cabin, with a little less pink. He glanced to his right and noticed Piper looked ready to bolt, he remembered that even though she was a daughter of Aphrodite, she wasn't one to care much for looks or beauty and especially not for...this.

The teacher soon appeared. She was a disheveled woman who was rather clumsy and seemed extremely unlike the oracle at Camp Half-Blood.

"Ah, more visiting students! And...I see..More of...them…" She whispered the last word.

Turning towards Nico, her eyes suddenly widened. "You...The Ghost King...It is true-" Her eyes rolled back and she said in a voice that was unlike the one that they'd heard so far,

Two different world, hidden from view

Mixed group from both, tried and true

Five follow the Path of Death, though only four survive

Enemies of the prophecy's child shall once again rise

Nico just sighed. "Yeah yeah we know. Got any new news?" That prophecy was annoying all right. And this woman wasn't even the hostess of the Spirit of Delphi, for Hades' sake! Although she might've been a legacy of Apollo, maybe...Yeah, that made sense.

The woman looked confused but quickly recovered. "The Ghost King...The stars have foretold it, your death shall occur soon, very soon, and will involve a great deal of water…" She turned her attention to the rest of the class. "We shall resume our crystal ball gazing, please pair up and read your partner's future."

The students murmured to one another, most seemed well aware that the Professor had just said a prophecy.

Ron turned to Harry. "Blimey, Harry, it has to be you! You're the Chosen One and all!"

"Yeah but there's more then one prophecy's child, I think Annabeth said something about you being in a prophecy, right?" Jason asked Harry, who nodded. "Percy, Leo, Piper, Nico, Annabeth, and I have all been included in one too, some way or another." Jason said, absentmindedly stroking his crystal ball.

"Plus….the prophecy of 7." Piper reminds them.

"Uh...what's the prophecy of 7?" Harry asks.

The demigods exchanged glances. "Long story. Long, painful, annoying story." Leo replies, wincing at the memory of how he'd come back to life after the battle.

Nico stared into his crystal ball, thinking, as the others talked in low voices. Two different worlds, hidden from view...Could those be this world that they were in and the demigods' world? They were both hidden, that was for sure.

Mixed group from both, tried and true, Five follow the Path of Death, though only four survive...that part made no sense. Enemies of the prophecy's child shall once again rise, that could be any of them, Voldemort, Gaea, Kronos...

"Oye, Nico, wake up, class ended." Nico quickly swatted Leo's poking hand away and stood up. That's when he realized class had ended.

"Yeah yeah I'm coming..." he sighed, glancing around the room one last time before heading down the ladder with the others.

(line break)

"So, what you're saying is, no matter which way we go, someone's probably going to die in the process." Reyna said, tapping her fingers on the table. She, Nico, Hazel, Percy, Jason, Annabeth, Leo, and the Golden Trio were sitting together at one end of the Gryffindor table.

"Well, when you put it like that, yes." Jason nodded.

Hermione frowned. "But prophecies...they're not always that important, are they?"

"You said the Ministry keeps every prophecy said. Why would they do that if they weren't important? Our Oracle tells us our prophecies. Before we left for England our current Oracle said the exact same one that your Divination professor said today. That can't be a coincidence, right?" Annabeth pointed out.

"Nico, what do you think?" Reyna asked.

Nico looked up from the pieces of fruit he'd been picking at, confused. "You're seriously asking me?"

"Um, yes. You're the guy who made several different prophecies comes true. As well as being mentioned-quite obviously, if you haven't noticed-in several of them yourself, and out of the lot of us, you've had the most experience with them since Rachel's not here." Reyna pointed out.

NIco sputtered. "B-but."

"Admit it, cousin. Prophecies love you." Percy smirked.

"You're a major part of the two big ones, I'm just scattered around in some small ones."

The Golden Trio looked confused. "Uh, exactly how often are you guys used to getting prophecies…?"

"Pretty much constantly." Percy shrugged.

"Alright then. What's the worst prophecy you've heard?" Hermione asked.

Hazel grinned. "Definitely a tie between the Prophecy of 7 and the one that Frank's dad decided to hand us."
"Agreed. That one was ...actually kind of lame." Percy chuckled.

"You know, you never told us that one…" Piper noted.

Nico choked on a piece of apple. "You seriously want to hear it?"

"Definitely." Ron agreed.

Percy grimaced. "Alright then….Go to Alaska./Find Thanatos and free him./Come back by sundown on June twenty-fourth or die."

Nico paled as Percy spoke. Hopefully the wizards wouldn't notice that Thanatos was the name of the God of Death…

"Oh wow, you're right, that is a terribly obvious prophecy. But that last line..." Hermione looked horrified.

"Don't worry, we survived. Barely." Reyna added under her breath.

Hazel nodded and glanced over at Nico. "Neeks, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah ...Just forgot that I need to go write home about my, uh, cat." Nico fibbed. Quite a few of the demigods looked confused. "You have a cat? Since when? And how come your dog hasn't eaten it or something?" Percy gaped.

"Since my last birthday, thank you very much. Now if you'll excuse me." He got up and walked out of the Hall. Behind him, he could hear the conversation turning.

Exactly what he'd wanted.

Now he just had to remember that now he owned a cat. Maybe he could ask his father for one...that would certainly help.

Or maybe he'd just try to keep his head low about the whole thing.

Or something.