When I woke up I was... not in my own clothes.
I was in a... night gown of sorts. I began picking on a lose frill on it when I remembered where I was, and what had happened, but, more importantly -

"WHERE IS MY AVIATOR JACKET!", I roared, sitting up in the bed I lied on. No one - and I mean NO ONE - takes my jacket. I was so angry I didn`t even notice the wound from earlier was gone.
The man from earlier that day... Remmy Lupa or something, sat at the other side of the room, speaking with Serious. Looking towards me he whispered something which sounded suspiciously like `defintly a black`... What ever that means.

I was ready to get up and fight them, when Serious pointed behind me. I turned around slowly, ready to run for my life if needed, when I saw my aviator jacket hanging on a lone chair. Jumping up, I ran towards my jacket and thrust it on. Almost stroking the jacket affectionately.
I almost thought they had confiscated it or something. (In my defence, it has happened before!)

"Why does the jacket mean so much to you?", Serious asked.
"Why should I tell you, of all pepole?", I asked in return.
"Because we are family",
"I do have a family. None of them have ever tried to kidnap me", Okay, that was a total lie - but he didn`t need to know that.
"So your sister and mother is alive?",
"What does it matter to you?"
"Because they are my family, wheter I have met them or not, we share the same blood", he said.
"My uncle on father`s side. He made the hotel explode. He killed my mother while my father saved me and my sister. My sister exploded a couple of years ago. This was because of a giant-robot made by my cousin", I stared them both in the eyes, "All the family I`ve ever known, all of them who `shares my blood`, have either abandoned me, tried to kill me at some point, doesn`t trust me, hate me, don`t give a shit about me or wish I died insted of my sister, except a few chosen ones. Blood. Don`t. Matter!",

"Your father has a pretty messed up family", Serious snorted. Remmy jabbed him inn the ribs.
"What, Moony - You don`t seriously belive that boy!", Serious snorted again, "He talks like he just came out of a war were he was the prime target!",

Remmy of Moony - whatever - slapped Serious` head.

"It`s quite funny acually", I began, "Cause` Serious is mostly right. ("It`s Sirius") I did just come out of my third war. I saved all your sorry asses! But you did get one thing wrong. I was never the prime target. My first war was WW 2nd, I obviously wasn`t a prime target. After many years under a spell in Las Vegas after my mother died, I was in my second war, the second titan war, were my cousin, Percy, was the prime target. I helped him, he is one of the few I talked about. One of the few I talked about. Third was the second giant war. I may not have been the prime target there. But I was still the one who was tortured, then held captive in a freaking jar, without food, water or oxygen in over a week. I have been through hell and back, Sirius, and now I`m going back to my cabin. I would have come back for a cup of tea," I said in a mock british accent, "but I don`t like to be held captive," and with that I sank into the nearest shadow, heading straight to my beloved cabin.

...

Jumping out of the shadow I landed... in a three...
I looked around, pissed cause I had just had my third technical shadow-travel fault. But, with my luck I saw that I acually was in camp Half-Blood... only not. All the new cabins were gone, including cabin 13.

I frowned and shadow traveled to the big house.

"CHIRON," I shouted. It wasn`t realy necessary to shout, as Chiron was standing only a few meters away from me, "WHERE IN HADES IS MY CABIN,"
Chiron looked confused beyond belief and asked, "Which cabin is gone,"

I just stared at him, then I glared, "HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT CABIN 13 AND ALL THE MINOR CABINS ARE GONE?,"
"We have never had a cabin 13, or cabins for the minor gods... What`s your name, and who is your godly parent?,"
This was NOT good... Realy NOT good...

"Chiron... What year is it?,"
Chiron looked at me weirdly before answering, "1995,"

I panicked.
And as I always do when I panicked - I shadow traveled to the destination, `GET ME AWAY FROM HERE`...

...

I, of course, landed at the exact place I had shadow-traveld from at Grimmauld Place only two minutes before, only that now, all the pepole from downstairs was in my `room`.

"WHY AM I IN THE 90`s?," I screamed at them, completly sure that it was their faulth.
"That`s what we`re trying to figure out?," One of the red-heads said.

"Yeah, sure! I was suspiciously transported to a freak house, some weirdoes attacked and kiddnapped me, I go back home to my cabin and finds out it`s not there and that I`ve been sent back to 1995!," I argued, giving all of them my best death-glare.

One of them asked, althought reluctantly, "Sent back?," it was the scar-guy, Harvy, "I thought you were from the 1940`s?,"
"Yes, I am. But I`ve been living in the 21`s century since 2010!," I explained.

"How did you go forward in time?," Dumbles asked.
"I was here the entire time...," I facepalmed, "I was just in a trance while not ageing,"
"How is that possible?," Someone asked, "Where were you?,"," Who did it?," and, "How old are you?"`s was the questions asked by the wierdoes...

"SHUT UP!," I screamed, and all the noise stopped.

"You don`t have to shout, we`re standing right by you, dear," Mandy or Mollie, the redhead, I didn`t remember, scolded.

"Now, my boy," Dumbles started, but he never got to finish.

I saw red. That was the last straw. Nico di Angelo was officialy mad.

"I AM NOT YOUR BOY, OLD, SENILE, LUNATIC ! I AM NO-ONES BOY! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME YOUR BOY! AND YOU," I turned to Mollie, "DON`T CALL ME `DEAR`! OR I WILL TORTURE YOU ALL TO DEATH, THEN GO DOWN IN THE UNDERWORLD AND BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE, JUST TO DO IT AGAIN! YOUR GOING TO"-

I fell down to the floor, blasted by yet another red light.