The following two weeks at camp was so normal (as normal as a training camp for demigods can be), that I forgot the shadow travel incident. Which I want to remind everybody was not caused by me, but a... technical fault.

I was doing fine, you know, training, pranking the Athena cabin, eating McDonalds, scaring newbies - The normal stuff.

...

It was 11 in the morning and I hadn`t been asleep the whole night, as I had been on a little trip to Italy doing reaserch on my past - I came up empty-handed as always.

I stiffeled a yawn as I threw of my clothes, before taking on a murky, green PJ`s bottom with smiling, black skulls on.
I was going to jump into bed when I remembered I had promised Percy to feed Mrs. Oleary.
Sighing heavily I grabbed my aviator jacket and a big bag with bloody (Not meant as a curse-word) meat before casually stroll into a shadow and directing it to the sword arena where Mrs. Oleary was.

Strolling out of the shadows I poured the bag onto the ground, Mrs. Oleary was jumping around me the whole time, licking me and giving impatient howls. When I was done she was bouncing past me to the food, having showed me onto the ground in the prosses, and I - with my legendary luck - managed to fall onto a dagger and get a deep cut in my back.

I didn`t scream, cause sons of Hades just don`t scream.

I looked down at myself. I was covered in hellhound-saliva and blood from the wound and meat.
Shit!
Now I had to go to the infirmary covered in blood and monster-saliva, the Apollo-camper on duty is gonna get a heart-attack. Just my luck.

I gave Mrs. Oleary the evil eye as I walked back to the shadow, carefull not to further hurt my injury.

Once inside the shadow I thought:

The infirmary - and carefully.


WHAT THE FREAKING ZEUS!

I had just got out of the shadows - which, by the way, did NOT listen to my when I wanted them to be gentle with my damaged back - and then: BOOM, POW, BANG, SWOSH!

Red light and then I was out cold.
I hate my poor excuse of a life... acually I`m not sure if I acually am alive, I mean, I was the son of Hades. But then again, my mom was mortal. Maybe I was a walking dead? That would be SO cool!
Or maybe not, I did not fancy eating my friends brains. I wouldn`t eat Percy, thought - cause his so-called brain is just seaweed, hahahahahaha! I`m so hillarious!

ARRGH, STUPID ADHD!

Back to real, not zombie, me`s life.

Someone had tied me to a chair and it was hurting my back to the point were I was grinding my teeth. And to get a son of Hades to grind his teeth it had to be... let`s not go into detail.

I could hear pepole shuffeling around me, some of them whispering to each other.

"He should wake up any minute now", a soft, female voice said.

"He looks like he is in pain", a woman`s voice mumbled, this voice sounded slightly worried, "And he is decked with blood, that poor boy",

Hmph! It wasn`t that obvious I was in pain! Was it? And I didn`t have that much blood on me!

"Is that saliva?", a guy`s voice said. It sounded like a teenager.

I finally opened my eyes and took a brief overlook of the place. It looked like a kitchen. A very gloomy kitchen in the colors of green, black and silve. Somehow it acually looked a little familiar.

I got a brief flashback of my mother laughing with a my cousin Alphard in the very same room, comenting about how stupid `the argument` was. Huh, that was strange. I had compleatly forgot about my cousin after the Lotus Casino. Maybe he still lived?

The pepole around me, I noticed, all had sticks (Realy? Of all things - sticks?) pointed at me and most of them stared at me like I was an evil maniac sent to kill them (Oh, if I got a dollar every time someone gave me that look...). One, a gruff, creepy man with a wooden leg and a glass eye, glared at me like I was the devil`s span (Hehe, see what I did there?). I glared right back at him. Pouring some of my powers into the glare, making green hellfire flare inside my pupils and the shadows roar. The man looked away quickly, a deep scowl on his face.

"Wel, if it`s not a problem, could you tell us your name, my boy", asked a jolly, old man with long, silver hair and beard.
I glared at him and opened my mouth, "I`m not your"- I stopped and gaped at him. He wore a PINK robe with purple stars and an orange hat!

I think I have been spending to much time with my cousin (Either of them), cause the first thought I got was that the hat didn`t match...

I just stared horrified at him and asked boldly, "What kind of sick joke is this?", eyeing his high-heeled, red shoes.

The other pepole in the room looked confused, except two identical, red-haired boys with freckles and mischievous eyes. They had seen me eyeing the old man`s shoes and had visible trouble not laughing. There was two other red-heads behind them who stared strangly at them until the twins whispered in their ears. Soon all four of them had trouble stiffeling their laugher.

The old man stared sternly at me and told me that it wasn`t a joke.

"Yeah, sure not! Why ain`t you on the madhouse, old, senile man, cause only insane guy`s wear that kind of clothes", many of the gathered gasped at my rudeness, while a woman with (shocker) red hair glared at me, "When I think about it, only madmen, criminals and monsters kidnap random boys, so what are you? A fine mix?"

"Now hear here, boy"-, Mr. Gruffy-Glass-Eye-Man began, but was cut of by Mr. Mad-Old-Silver-Beard, "Enough, Alastor. Now, my boy", his eyes twinkled madly, "You were the one who broke inside of our headquarters and we would want to know how you did it",

I glared at him and went through my options. I opted to go the Percy way, unfortunatly,
"Listen here, old man, I was just feeding my idiot cousins monster-dog, Mrs. Oleary, but the beast pushed me down onto a dagger, effectivley cutting my back," - The red haired woman from before clutched her chest and got misty eyes "His back is hurt, and here we tied him to a chair!", some of the other pepole inn the room shifted their feet guiltily - "so I was going to the hospital wing, but then suddenly something sent me another way. I was hit by a red light and blacked out. Then I woke, kidnapped by a bunch of stick-waving weirdoes, tied uncomfortably up to a chair in a creepy kitchen, which I get weird flashbacks in...", the last part I muttered to myself, carefull not to let anyone else hear it.

But of course, with my luck, someone had caught what I said.

"What do you mean, `getting weird flashbacks`, have you been here before?", a shabby looking man with straw-blonde hair asked.
I glared at him and he took a step back.

"Not any of yours business",

"You are in our headqua"-, the glass-eyed man was cut of again.

"Now, now, Alastor. You can at least tell us your name my boy!", the old madman tried again.

"First off, I`m not your, or anybodys, boy - is that clear", I stared at him, his eyes had finally lost that annoying, little twinkle, "and I won`t tell you anything before I get your names and my location!",

Glass-eye once again seemed ready to argue, but the old man held out his hand, like I was supposed to shake it, and said, "You are in England (Ah, that explains the accents) My name is Albus Percival Wulfrick Brian Dumbledore", I looked pointedly at my tied up hand and he put on an apologetic smile before awkwardly pointing at each person as he told me their names,
"Alastor Moody" - "Or MadEye", the twins snickered. `MadEye` glared at them, he was the gruffy, glass-eyed guy with a wooden leg, "Nymphadora Tonks"- "Don`t call me Nymphadora!", a woman with pink hair and a heart-shaped face, "Remus Lupin", the shabby guy whit that damn good hearing, "William Weasley" - "Just Bill", one of the red-heads behind the twins, he had long hair and a tooth-earring, "Charles Weasley" - "Charlie", the other guy behind the twins, he had a buff build and scars all over his face, "Fred and George Weasley", The twins, "Molly and Arthur Weaslwy", The plump red haired woman and the red haired man beside her, "Ginny Weasley and Fleur Delacour", a red haired girl and a beautiful girl with blonde hair, "Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter", another red-head, a frizzy haired girl and a skinny teenager with messy, black hair and a lightning bolt scar... which had a soul attached to it... How in Tartarus did he manage to get anothers soul attached to him? "Sirius Black", a black-haired man who looked at me like I was some kind of alien. Serious Black... hehehe,

All the eyes in the room was on me, trying to read my reaction to their names.

"Your name is Serious Black? Your middle name don`t happen to be Lee? ", I snickered, caught up in my ADHD, before frowning... Black... That sounded awfully familiar.

It was quiet enough to hear each other breath.

"Your name, boy", MadEye said treatingly.

"Nicolas Levesque", that was the best I could come up with at a short notice...


Happy X-mas!

I`m going to continue the story! (But it`s gonna to take a long time within each update...)