When he came to his senses, he first noticed the cotton soft bed sheets and the bright lights. Unless they changed bedsheets and lighting in the Underworld, he wasn't in his father's domain. Panic suddenly overtook him at the absence of the Philosopher's Stone in his pockets. His eyes snapped open and he instantly regretted it. Being a child of Hades has many benefits, including the adverse effects of bright lights. He brought up his hands to block out the light that burned his eyes. Suddenly he felt a presence by his side, and he tensed.

"Nico, how are you feeling?" it was Madam Pomfrey again.

"Fine, what happened?" he asked.

"I don't know, dear. All I know is I came in here this morning and you were propped up against this very bed, and now you're awake!"

Good, Nico thought. He hadn't missed any of his classes, yet. He pushed himself upright and spotted a night black envelope sitting on the side.

The healer noticed his glance and explained, "That was there when I found you here, it's addressed to you."

Nico nodded and picked up the envelope, and looked at the clean, precise script.

"Now, as you have no injuries or illnesses, you may leave," she said.

Nico hopped off the bed. He made his way back to his dorm. A couple of students were conversing quietly in the common room, but Nico paid no attention to them. He made his way to the boy's dormitories. He took two steps before remembering he didn't actually know where his bed was.

He looked around the room looking for an empty bed or someone willing to help. Sadly, the soft snores that floated through the room told him that no one was awake, save for the students in the common room. He looked around the room again and saw his luggage near one Harry Potter and one Ron Weasley. Barely concealing his shock, Nico climbed over to his bed and opened the envelope. It said:

Dear Nico,

Your quest is now completed seeing as I found the item in your pockets shortly after I had been notified of your return. Good job. I took the liberty of helping you to Madam Pomfrey's wing. Though the quest is completed, you shall remain at Hogwarts until the end of the semester to not draw suspicion. What you do is up to your choice.

Sincerely,

Dad

Nico shook slightly as he finished reading the letter. A soft smile had begun to spread across his face. It might not seem much, but the small "good job" brightened him up. Approval from Dad, he thought dreamily. With the main quest completed, he could start one of his own quests - hunting down Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"What's that?" a voice suddenly shook him out of his thoughts.

"Nothing," he said quickly.

"Is that a letter? Who's it from?" Ron asked sleepily.

Nico folded up the letter and hid it into his robes, "No one."

Unable to get answers. Ron shrugged and got up. The other Gryffindors soon followed. Nico quietly went to his classes, stairs spinning and twirling. Although he had noticed them the night before, Nico was still surprised every time the staircases moved. They seemed dead set on delaying everyone's journey to their classes and make them late.

Still, he made it to his various classes. Astrology bored Nico, and Herbology was a different story. Every plant did the exact opposite of what Nico had wanted, and he still wasn't over the vine, which he found was called a Devil's Snare, incident. He officially hated plants and everything plant like, even if they could easily heal wounds and do… things. He wasn't sure since he was busy trying to get off the bad side of every plant and didn't have the time, exactly, to pay attention.

History of Magic was more hard to endure than Astrology. After Professor Binns had gotten over the initial shock of Nico, he resumed teaching the class in a bland, monotone voice. Normally, history fascinated him, especially one that was so foreign, but the ghost had the most dull voice imaginable, droning over the heads of students, mainly talking to the wall. Nico thought that the professor should go back to the Underworld to serve out punishments by boring people to death. At least then another teacher would have to replace him.

Charms was interesting. Nico realized many tasks could easily be done with a simple swish and flick. Charms felt light and easy, bringing a different atmosphere for the demigod. Next up was Transfiguration. Much to his relief, first years don't learn how to transfigure humans. However, his ADHD brain didn't handle sitting and taking notes for much of the class very well. He constantly got distracted by various objects in the room and had to force himself to keep writing. When they finally got to the actual magic part, Nico was ready to bolt out of his seat. They were all given a match and had to try to turn it into a needle. Since all of his willpower was drained, he utterly failed to achieve the end result, much to his chagrin. Fortunately, all of the other students, save Hermione, failed as well.

Nico wondered how wizard defense were taught as he entered the class. He immediately wrinkled his nose at the smell of garlic and was thoroughly disappointed. He thought they'd get to use weapons or learn spells, but all they did that day was listen to Professor Quirrell talk about his turban. It gave off a deathly odor, or perhaps that was the garlic too. Nico was glad to leave the place. Potions were last, and they had it with the Slytherins. He took the seat furthest away from everyone and watched as the Professor came into the room.

A/N: Thank you all for reviewing! Sorry I couldn't respond to them all! As of right now, I'm trying to write an original fiction story, and I'm trying to get my hands on Blood of Olympus. Keyword: trying. My fanfiction muse is pretty dead right now, so I believe the next chapter will be the last one for a long time.