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Chapter 2 – Nico

Nico woke up from his dream with a start, having had a nightmare about the suffocating pomegranate seed- induced coma he had put himself in during the giant war. The unfamiliar ceiling and room made him immediately forget about his nightmare that he had just woken up from. When he felt movement in the bed beside him, Nico twisted the ring on his finger to make his sword appear, he would have probably beheaded the sleeping person if he hadn't stopped to take a closer look at them. Recognizing his dirty blond hair and tanned skin splattered with freckles, Nico dropped his sword, metal clattering on the floor as it turned back into a ring.

Will woke up because of the sound of metal falling on the floor, then glanced up at the fairly embarrassed Nico. He smirked slightly, and Nico instantly wanted to melt into the shadows when he saw the mischievous smile that could rival the Stoll brothers' smiles when they had a prank ready.

"So.." Will started, grinning widely, "what were you doing with your sword?"

Nico's face paled, then his cheeks started burning a bright red. His infinitely dark eyes were shining behind his uneven bangs.

"I didn't recognize you at first... So my reflexes kicked in. Sorry, Will."

"It's fine Neeks, now get showered and dressed before we eat breakfast, and don't you dare skip breakfast, doctor's orders. I already showered last night, so I'll wait for you downstairs." Will ordered simply while he pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a blue checkered dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. The son of Apollo left their bedroom and walked down to the tavern area of the inn, leaving Nico alone to get himself ready for their shopping day.

After having showered and pulled on a simple black t-shirt and jeans with his old aviator jacket, Nico left his and Will's bedroom, walking unsurely down the stairs to find himself in the inn's lobby and tavern, where there sat a counter and were multiple tables scattered everywhere. People were already sitting at tables and at the counter, eating breakfast, drinking coffee, or just reading newspapers.

When he finally noticed Will sitting at a table with Hazel (her short hair was tied in a bun, and she was wearing some overalls with a striped red and yellow t-shirt) and Frank (he wore some grey jeans and a red sweater with a small white maple leaf imprinted on the sleeve). They were all eating pancakes and french toast when Nico sat down at an empty chair at the table, picking up a stray newspaper without even glancing at the food.

"Nico, you'd better not starve yourself. You can't ruin your health again after you finally got all better!" Hazel's voice called out while he was gawking at the moving pictures in the paper, showing a group of people in robes and holding broomsticks. The headlines were impossible to read, all of it looking like gibberish.

Damn Dyslexia, hopefully they have Greek or Latin books at that school of theirs.

"Hey, doc, can you read that headline for me? Your dyslexia isn't as bad as mine." He asked while leaning towards the blonde.

Will nodded and read it out, frowning slightly. "The Quidditch World Cup is happening in London this year... blah blah blah... The crowd is huge..." He skimmed through the typed-out words before handing it back to Nico. "It's a super popular wizard sport, and hasn't been hosted here in a really long time, so a lot of people are excited about that. Apparently, it already started earlier this morning."

Nico nodded and stole a toast from Will's plate, eating it slowly while deciding to just look at pictures of people in the paper. Frank spoke up when he had finished his own breakfast.

"So, I just received some letters destined to the four of us earlier this morning... from someone called 'Minerva McGonagall'. She knows about the quest, and decided that the cover story for us being at Hogwarts is that they invited a fourth school, ours, to join their tournament for students. The competitors go through a bunch of challenges, and the school that stacks up the most points wins a lot of money. She said that we'll be joining in on fourth year classes, since we already studied the first three years' curriculums without wands."

Hazel was the first to break the stunned silence that had washed over the table.

"You waited until now to tell us?" Frank nodded.

"I wanted to wait until Nico was there." He said softly, handing each of them a letter with their names on it. Every letter had instructions, a ticket, and a list of school supplies that they would need

"So... are you guys gonna tell me when I'm getting my wand? 'Cause I noticed that you guys have wands now." Nico said, looking up from the paper that was giving him a headache due to his dyslexia.

The other teenagers seemed surprised at his remark, having all forgotten that Nico had been passed out the entirety of the afternoon the day before.

"Right, right, we're going to get you one while we're shopping for the school supplies, don't worry Nico," Hazel said as she pulled out a couple galleons and knuts to pay for their breakfast.

They all stood up and left for Diagon Alley, where only a couple witches and wizards were walking in and out of shops. Nico was about to speak up when Hazel pulled towards a shop. He only managed to glimpse at a cursive 'O' on the sign before he was pushed inside by his friends, coming face to face with an old man.

"Uh... hi." He said, social anxiety taking over him.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander. We're back for Nico's wand." Hazel said with a smiled as she sat down on a bench with Frank and Will.

"Yes, Yes. Hello Nico, I'm the wand maker, now please hold out your wand arm."

Nico hesitated before holding up his right hand, then tried to twist his ring when a tape measure started measuring his whole body. Thankfully for the supply, Nico had forgotten his ring in his and Will's bedroom, so he couldn't destroy Ollivander's things. After being measured for a few minutes, Ollivander pulled a thin and long box from a shelf and brought it over to Nico, opening it to reveal a wand.

"Beech, 8 inches, Phoenix feather. Give it a flick, will you?"

Nico did as he was told, and with a loud CRACK, he was forced to drop it, as it had started burning his hand.

"Uh... Let's try another..?" he suggested awkwardly.

"Alright..." Ollivander took the wand and switched it out for another. "Applewood, 11 inches, Dragon heartstring."

Nico tried again, this time, the wand didn't react at all. He kept trying another seven times before he found his wand.

"Try this. Pine, 12 inches, Thestral tail hair"

When Nico flicked it, the lights in the room flickered, and a dozen gemstones spilled from the wand's tip.

Ollivander nodded and put all the other boxes away, then stood at his counter. "This one is seven galleons."

Hazel gave him the money, and they walked out, thanking Ollivander for the wand that Nico couldn't help but stare at.

The demigods then walked into Madam Malkin's robe shop, where they were measured by the seamstress so they could have new robes sewn for them, dark purple on the outside, light orange on the inside. At the same time, they bought themselves some dress robes, in which Nico despised most of them. He searched for a while before finally finding some decent looking formal wear; black robes trimmed in silver, and with silver drakons embroidered on the bottom. Will insisted to match with Nico, to the son of Hades' despair, he chose some deep red dress robes with a golden trim and cattle embroidered on the bottom. Hazel went for a golden dress, the bottom of it was a mix of different see-through colourful fabrics that looked like gemstones. Frank bought himself beige robes that would've been identical to his praetor outfit if it wasn't for the buttons on the front and the long sleeves. He even had packed his purple cape with his clothes, so he could really show his ranking.

The four regular robes had been finished by the time that the four had their dress robes adjusted, so Hazel paid them the 50 galleons and they left, carrying their new clothes in bags.

"Will, did you really need to get matching robes for both of us? What will people think about it? What if Brits hate gay couples?!"

"Nico, British wizards won't stop me from going to what can be considered prom with you, okay?"

"But the quest-!"

"No buts, now let's go to that Flourish and Blotts place to get our books, okay?"

"Fine"

Nico could swear he had heard Hazel chuckle at their conversation.

Hazel

When the group walked into the book store, Hazel couldn't believe her eyes. All around them, they were surrounded by hundreds of books, each section labelled clearly, or at least, it would've been clear if the demigods didn't all suffer from dyslexia. Even Will, who was the best out of all of them at figuring out the general idea of what something is saying, was out of his element because of all the unknown wizarding terms.

They wandered around the book store aimlessly, trying and failing to read the labels, and even less the book covers, which all seemed to be written in unreadable cursive or calligraphy. When they were finally losing hope, a plump little lady with fiery red hair tapped Hazel's shoulder.

"Hello dear, I noticed you and your friends were having trouble with finding things, do you need some help?" She smiled so sweetly that Hazel's heart was threatening to melt.

The other guys, however, were much more apprehensive, which Hazel could understand, since they had learned over time that trusting overly sweet strangers was the equivalent of laying down in a coffin and being asked to be buried. They only calmed down when Nico mumbled, too quietly for the lady to hear, "I can sense her mortality. She's just a normal witch."

They all eased up, and Hazel nodded for the lady's help.

"Two of us four can't actually read English very well, and we're muggle-born wizards, so all these terms, mixed with our lack of knowledge on this language is making things hard for us to find what we need. Will and I would help, but we're dyslexic, so that's a bust for us too." She said, deciding that saying that the four teenagers are dyslexic was a coincidence too weird to accept.

Hazel gave the woman a school list and waited for the help they needed.

"Oh! You're all fourth years? You look like you should be in fifth- and seventh-years instead...", Hazel smiled at that, quickly using the bluff that Minerva had told them to use, "We're actually here from America for that triwizard tournament. Our school is based during the usual school breaks so we can learn regular muggle curriculums as well as magic. Because of that, we're going to join in on the classes at Hogwarts because we lack supervision from our actual teachers and such. We're going in our fourth year because, in America, many monsters and creatures roam around everywhere, so they teach us mostly how to defend ourselves against them, meaning that we're behind on most subjects."

The lady nodded and pulled the teenagers to certain bookshelves and pulling out books that they needed. After they had paid for their things, the lady gasped.

"Oh...! I forgot to introduce myself to you kids. My name is Molly Weasley, I'm shopping for my kids and their friends while they're all out watching that Quidditch tournament."

Hazel shook her hand eagerly, followed by Frank, Will, and an unenthusiastic but polite Nico. When they left the building, Molly spoke up happily.

"How about you kids come join me for ice cream at Florean's parlour? It's the best in the alley, I can tell you that!"

"That actually sounds delightful! Besides, some of us haven't had a proper breakfast." She gazed pointedly at Nico, who suddenly seemed interested in his boots.

"Yeah... Guess I could use a snack..." He mumbled, his slightly redder olive skin showing his embarrassment at being called out like that.

"So... Molly. What are your sons' and their friends' names? Since we'll be in the same class as some of them, it would be good to at least know their names." Frank asked and explained politely, to Hazel's relief. He tended to sound insensitive at times without realizing it.

"Oh yes, my three oldest sons aren't in school anymore, Bill, Charlie, and Percy," Hazel noticed that Nico winced slightly at the sound of that name, "The two oldest in school are the twins, Fred and George, they're always causing such a ruckus. Then there's Ron, in your year, and the family's baby and only girl, Ginny. Ron's two best friends are also there, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

Molly placed her hands quickly over her mouth for a reason that Hazel didn't know.

"Why are you covering your mouth? Did we hear something we shouldn't have?" Nico asked somewhat bluntly.

Molly seemed slightly confused at their lack of a reaction. "You kids don't know about Harry? I thought for sure that everyone knew about him. I reckon Americans don't learn about what happened in London 14 years ago"

They all shook their heads in sync, causing Molly to sigh deeply.

"A long time ago, there was a dark wizard, whose name shouldn't be spoken, who used his immense powers to cause suffering and destruction, killing and torturing poor unknowing muggles and muggle-borns, saying that they were inferior beings. One night, that dark wizard went to the Potter household, and, using an illegal killing spell, murdered Harry's parents. But when he tried to get Harry with the spell, it somehow rebounded and killed that wizard. Because of that, Harry is known as 'The Boy who Lived'".

Hazel caught her breath. That was so horrible! To hurt an innocent family and to try and kill a baby.

Nico simply nodded solemnly, though he had been in the Lotus hotel when that had been happening, Hazel guessed he could probably still feel the tortured souls of the poor people who had passed away all those years before.

They all finished their ice-creams and got up to go shopping again. The next places were quite uneventful, as they got the much simpler supplies, like quills, ink, parchment, cauldrons, and potion ingredients. Hazel, however, noticed that Nico and Will bought some invisible ink while Nico was talking about wanting to keep in touch if they ended up in different houses. The last thing on their list and one of the most troubling was the fact that they would need pets, which they didn't have, and weren't sure if they could even care for said animals after their quest was over.

"Maybe we should just keep them. As long as we're not getting frogs or something, a well-trained pet could actually be an asset during other quests." Hazel suggested, making sure not to let Molly overhear.

"Yeah, and they're magical! I bet that they would be able to endure more than a regular animal." Will added thoughtfully.

Soon enough, they had all agreed that it was worth it to get some pets.

They entered the Magical Menagerie, which was quite quiet until Nico walked in, then every single animal started screeching or hissing at the son of death. The demigods started looking around at the different cages, trying to figure out what kind of pet they'd want to have at Hogwarts. Will was the first to choose one, he had found a beautiful brown owl, with large golden eyes like Apollo's chariot.

Hazel picked up a light brown cat with black spots, short fur, and bright green eyes that She immediately fell in love with. Frank went for what looked like a falcon, considering its sharp talons and hooked beak, but the tall Asian didn't look at her species, but more her behaviour. She was extremely calm inside her cage, sometimes trying to slide her beak through the bars to touch his hand.

Last but not least, Hazel noticed Nico pull a black kitten from its cage and petting it, the animal immediately closed her eyes and rubbed her head against Nico's hand appreciatively.

The whole group had bought the pets, along with food, cages, and a special glove for Frank so the falcon's talons wouldn't hurt him. They then left the last store feeling quite accomplished. The sun was setting already over the houses, turning the sky a warm orange.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, you were a great help," Frank said as his soft voice betraying his large and strong physique. The little lady giggled softly and shook her head.

"It was no problem! Besides, I love Helping others when they need it, so I don't mind. Where are you kids headed next?"

Nico spoke up for the first time in a few hours, "I guess we're going to go back to that Leaking Cauldron place, though there isn't much to do until school starts."

Molly raised her eyebrows, obviously not having gotten the kind of response she wanted.

"You're staying at that dirty old pub until school starts? That's in a week! You won't be doing anything at all, and who knows, you might run out of money! And anyway, you probably have no idea how to get to the Hogwarts express, do you?"

Frank scratched his head, "You know... She's right about that. We don't even know where the King's Cross station is."

Soon enough, Hazel and the others were forced to agree that they were completely unprepared.

"Well, where do you think we should be staying in that case? The Leaky Cauldron is the best and the cheapest wizard inn we can stay at." Will stated, getting slightly worried.

Molly thought for a moment before speaking up merrily "Well, you kids could just go to my home for the next week. I'm sure we still have room for four, definitely for you, Hazel, you can share with Ginny and Hermione. And we still have the couch that can be used, and there's still room with Charlie and Bill, even if it's a tight squeeze."

The four demigods stared in stunned silence. No mortal had ever helped a demigod except for the occasional car ride or directions.

"Do you mean it? You'd really do that for us?" Frank asked, genuinely on the brink of tears of relief.

The lady nodded "I'm not one to leave children to fend for themselves in old taverns where strangers could easily hurt or scam them. How about you four pack up and come with me to my house? The newfound quiet was refreshing this morning, but I feel that eating alone would be quite dull anyway."

The facts that she wasn't a monster and that she had children were all that the demigods needed to be persuaded to go with her. They quickly stuffed their suitcases with their belongings and school supplies, then walked down to see Mrs. Weasley while carrying their luggage and their pets' cages.

Molly guided them to a fireplace, where she pulled out a pouch of powder and threw it in the fire, turning it green. Frank's reaction was to take a step back and Hazel knew he was remembering the lobster monster incident when Leo had hurled Greek fire at the monster, almost hitting Frank and Hazel.

"All you have to do is step into the flame and call out the name of the place you're going to, in this case, 'The Burrow', and you'll appear in my home's fireplace, alright?"

Nico nodded and stepped inside, much to Will's exasperation.

"The burrow," He said, in a surprisingly bored voice. The green flames climbed up his body and he vanished, motivating Will enough to go in after him. "The Burrow!" Will called desperately as he disappeared next.

Frank got in meekly and mumbled the words softly, disappearing next.

Then Hazel got in, calling out in a loud and clear voice, "The Burrow."

The flamed danced up until she felt herself leave that fireplace and appear in a new one.

Thank you for reading this chapter! I'll try to update at least once every two weeks, preferably once a week, but that all depends. With that in mind, please leave a review and have a good day!

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