As their classes started the next day, Nico stared at the teacher in front of him. Professor Binns. Who was apparently a ghost. Nico didn't take his eyes off him even as he chose a seat. As Binns eventually started the lesson and called role call, he looked at Nico, a bit confused, but didn't say anything. Nico zoned off a bit during the lesson, not really paying attention. He just wanted to get it over with. He watched Harry and Ron playing hangman out of the corner of his eyes, chuckling a bit as Hermione shot them glares. When the lesson was finally over, Nico got up and gathered his things, only to be stopped by the ghost Professor.

"Nico, may I see you for a second?" Nico turned and walked over, things in his arms.

"Okay Professor, but I don't want to be late for my first day of potions." Binns seemed to be studying him.

"Tell me, why do you seem so different than the other students? You feel more… powerful." Binns said the last word carefully. Nico wondered for a moment if he should tell the ghost. Honestly, he just felt sad that he had missed his chance to go to the after world, not that he didn't seem happy here.

"I'm sorry Professor, I have no idea why you would think that."

Harry watched Nico arrive a bit later than the class, a far off look in the pale kid's eyes. Nico walked over to an empty cauldron and sat down, taking his things out of his bag. There was something wrong with that kid. He had a secret, Harry just knew it.

For the next hour and a half Harry did his best to try and make the Draught of Peace, but he was obviously failing miserably.

"A silver vapor should now be rising from your cauldron." Snape called. Looking, Harry saw his was more of a gray color, while Hermione's was a beautiful silver. As Snape walked around the class, he stopped in front of Harry. "Potter, what is this supposed to be?"

"The Draught of Peace." Harry tensed up.

"Tell me Potter, can you read." Snape's voice was dangerously soft.

"Yes, I can." Harry clenched his hand.

"Read the third line of the instructions for me Potter."

Harry looked at the black board, where he could hardly make out the lines through the mist from the other cauldrons.

" 'Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counterclockwise, allow to simmer for seven minutes, then add two drops of syrup of hellebore.'"

Harry's heart sank as the realization of what had done wrong hit him.

"Did you do everything on the third line, Potter?"

"No." Harry quietly said. "I forgot the hellebore…"

"I know you did, Potter, which means that this mess is utterly worthless. Evanesco."

As Harry's potion vanished, Harry began to get angry, but then saw Snape stop once again, but this time in front of Nico Di Angelo. Nico's cauldron had rainbow sparks jumping out of it and a black vapor billowing out of it.

"And what about you, Di Angelo. Can you read?" Harry watched Nico look right into Snape's eyes and then say with utmost confidence.

"No."

The entire classroom froze. Harry stared at the boy. Was he being serious?

"Excuse me Professor, but do you know what ADHD or Dyslexia is?" Nico didn't give Snape a chance to answer. "ADHD stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. Dyslexia is the difficulty to read. These coupled with each other and adding that with the smoke coming from the other cauldrons, no, I cannot read. I do understand that I will not be getting points for my work, but I had thought that you, as the teacher, would have gone out of your way to find if I had any inabilities that may make me not be able to show my full potential. Oh well. Evanesco." Nico pointed his wand at his cauldron and cleared the strange liquid from it.

Snape glared at him before giving the class homework and dismissing them. As the students all tried to squeeze through the doors at once, Hermione started talking to Nico.

"Nico, how could you talk like that to a teacher?! I am simply appalled at your behavior! How is it that you are a teacher and yet you don't show respect your fellow teachers?!" Harry watched Nico glare at Hermione.

"I know his type." Nico simply said before finally getting through the door. Hermione huffed as she watched him go.

"I can't believe him!" Hermione continued to rant, but Harry stopped listening.

Nico had already made his sacrifices and was eating his own lunch when the Golden Trio entered the Great Hall. The three sat down next to Nico, and right away Hermione went off.

"So Nico what school did you go to before you came here?" Nico was starting to get annoyed with this girl.

"It was more of a summer camp." Nico replied, and didn't give anything else away.

"Really? And what classes did you have? Any dark arts?" Man, this girl knew nothing about subtlety.

"You'll learn about my classes when it's my turn to teach." Nico quickly finished his food and got up. "I'd better leave now, since I tend not to enjoy being around ignorant children like yourselves." As he walked out of the hall, he could here Hermione give a huff from behind him.

"He thinks he's so much better than us just because he's a year above his age group and a part time teacher. He's one year younger than us!"

I am older than everyone here, both physically and mentally. Nico thought as his time in the casino and the war flashed through his head. You have no idea who you're dealing with girl.

By the time divination had started, Nico had already found the tower, sat down in a random seat, been bored for a few minutes, opened his book before quickly closing, and taken a five minute nap before the bell rang. When Harry and Ron arrived, the only seats left to sit in were next to Nico. They both grudgingly took them, not even looking at him as they sat down and got out their books.

The class wasn't all that interesting, and Nico found his thoughts meandering around to odd and end things, like whether a monster would end up coming, despite what Hecate had said, or how many licks it would take to get to the center of a tootsie pop. When he came back to reality, Professor Trewlawny was staring at him with those weird eyes.

"Can I help you?" Nico asked.

"You, you have a dangerous prophecy!" He voice sounded different than it usually did, reminding Nico of Rachel, one of the few people he knew that had survived the war. Sitting up a little straighter, he wondered what the prophecy could possibly be.

"You shall delve into the darkness of an endless maze,

The dead, the traitor, the lost one raise,

You shall rise or fall by the Ghost King's hand,

The child of Wisdom's final stand.

Destroy with a hero's final breath,

And lose a love to worse than death."

Nico sighed as Trewlawney came out of her trance. Been there, heard that, next prophecy please. Perhaps next time it would be the big Prophecy. The class gave him odd looks the rest of the period, not that Nico really cared. They had already been giving him odd looks.

The class luckily didn't last much longer after that. During the time to discuss their dreams, Harry and Ron didn't give him a second looks, talking to eachother about how stupid it was. But Nico knew how important it was to know what you dreams meant. Of course, demigod dreams tended to be pretty obvious, so it was not a lot of questions asked.

Once the class ended, Nico followed the group of Gryffindors to the next class, DADA. Now this one was quite funny to him. Defense Against the Dark Arts? His dad was practically the ruler of them. If anyone they even touched him, his dad would send them straight to Tartarus… at least he would've.

Shaking it out of his head, Nico kept on down to the hall and reached his class.

Percy looked up as he heard footsteps approaching the cell.

A/n: Haha , I'm getting to be just like Uncle Rick! I'll try to update as soon as possible!