Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter (J.K Rowling.) or Percy Jackson. (Rick Riordan)
Nico paced around his room, unsure what the Hades these morons were talking about.
Maybe more Greeks? Had someone found out he was talking to the Romans? It's not like he collaborating, he didn't get a bloody choice in the matter. At all. But saying he worked for the Dark Lord. They knew he was a son of Hades or Pluto. They knew he was a half-blood. Lastly they had taken his sword.
He tried to travel outside of the room, but he kept ending up on the bed. The last time seemed almost like the force behind it was getting petulant, dropping him a foot onto the bed. Nico glanced at the dog that had come back a few minutes earlier. He could have sworn it shook its head at him and put a paw to its face. He gave it the finger and lay on the bed trying to think of who his captors were.
Magic. Nico thought. They mentioned magic, the dark lord, they had different ages, and had sticks. . What had Magic? Sorcerer, Hecate, energy drinks, magicians – wizards, or witches. They could be sorcerers, but that didn't explain the sticks.
Maybe some other half-blood shoved them up where the sun doesn't shine. Nico laughed loudly, the mental image of one of his captors holding is wand stupidly before, the young red head guys. I doubt they could take on Mrs. O'Leary though, not after giving her sugar.
In the room to the left Harry cringed as the maniacal laughter started and continued.
"It seems his sword is made out of dark materials, similar to a wand as focal point or Hagrids umbrella. He's trained to fight and uses Umbrakinesis other wise known as Shadow Manipulation I don't know what other abilities he may have. While he's still injured I don't think he'll cause trouble but it's like predicting a feral animal." Lupin said as he rubbed his chin, biting his lip. "He seems to be waiting for us to attack him, hes frightened."
"He's a threat, a dark wizard." Moody knocked his staff against the table. "He's compromised security."
"I'm not sure that's the right choice Mad-eye." Snape was pacing slightly, the other members of the order making room for him. "I doubt someone brought up by dark wizards- which must have been the case-would be a stranger to pain, excepting some of those Deatheaters who are under the public eye and his weight and age mean that using truth serum is, risky at best even the greenest Aurour should know that .Further more, the dark lord had never mentioned a boy like this to his servants."
Most of the order was silent, staring at the potion master. Kingsley Shacklebolt finally asked the question they were all wondering. "Risky how?"
"Best case scenario, it lasts longer than it usually would, as in for possibly days at time. I assure you, that is the best case scenario." Snape raised his nose up as he spoke only to be met with silence and stares. Dumbledore moved from his frozen position that he had maintained all evening. His long gray robes gliding over the floor as he stood.
"We should wait and puzzle over the decision. We will decide in two days time. Until then the boy will stay in Grimnuald place, I will leave the care of his wounds and watching of him in the capable hands of Lupin and Sirius where he is being kept, however Mrs Weasley would you be kind enough to let him join you for supper tonight, it would I think be better to show the child kindness than shun him away into a corner."
Mrs. Weasley nodded. He his gaze swept over the room again. "Do not take this matter lightly everyone. Goodnight.'
With that final thought he left, leaving only silence in his wake.
"Come on, time to wake up." A hand was on his shoulder.
Nico's eyes flew open, he grabbed the mans arm from where he laid on his side, twisting it, he rolled over so he could kick the attacker-.
"Whoa, I won't attack you I promise."
Nico realized he wasn't back at camp-Half-Blood, he must have fallen asleep against the dull gray blanket that covered seemingly newer sheets. "Sorry." He muttered. Siting up as the stranger stood in front of him. The man hair came down to his shoulders. His clothes were finer than the other one, a rich red overcoat, and a gray button up shirt however, his skin seemed to have different lines and his eyes were full on anger , weariness and tragedy . He reminded Nico very much of his father.
This was a man who had seen death.
The man smiled slightly. "Promise I don't bite." He stepped back slightly to give Nico more room. "How are you feeling?" The man inquired
Nico hesitantly answered. "Fine, thanks."
Nico stood up warily, waiting for the orders to start spewing out. Sirius surprised him by smiling. He walked over to the door and opened it.
"Would you like to join us for supper?"