Hello! I'm back! I hope you like this chapter. I think I am going to pair Nico with Luna, it might come in the next chapter.

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NICO

Draco led me through the halls of Hogwarts, I had to admit the castle was amazing. Annabeth would love it, she most likely start rambling about that architecture. We got a lot of stares as we went through the halls. I walked past a girl with blond hair, but couldn't see her face. She looked familiar. Before I could do anything Draco said, "Lets go, we have to get to potions," I remember Draco, hated making anything. He was horrible at cooking, and anything that involved stirring. Me on the other hand, was the, miracle child. As Persephone puts it.

I walked down the stairs, and realised we were heading to the dungeons. In asked Draco about it. "This is where the class is." Draco answered. "Who teaches it?" I asked. He smirked. "Severus Snape." (I know he died, but for the sake of the story he is alive.) Draco said. My eyes widened, he was one of the best counselors for the Thanatos cabin, e was very loyal to Hades. And since he was a son of Hades, Snape treated him like he was royalty. "You should see him, he uses the mist so he looks, well you'll see." Draco said.

When we made it to the class, I was not expecting to see a greasy haired man, with a long nose, and pale skin. He looked at us. His eyes widened. "Nico?" He asked. "I can't believe it. When was the last time I saw you? How is your father doing?" He asked. I smiled. "Amazing, moldywart, got his punishment." I said an ancient Greek. "I wish I was there." He said. "Sit down, so we can begin the lesson." He said, returning to his usual self.

"Today we will be making the drought of the living death." Snape said. He wrote the instructions on the board. I tried to read it, but my Dyslexia killed me. A note appeared. Thankfully it was written in ancient Greek. It read:

Dear Nico,

Since you have Dyslexia, and your one of my favorite demigods, I will give you knowledge up to the seventh year.

Good luck,

Hecate

All of a sudden I my head heart. It quickly went down, and I knew exactly what to do. I made the potion, faster than any body else. And while not listening to Snape. "I'm done." I said. Snape looked up, "Impossible! It's not suppose to be ready for another ten minutes," Snape said. He got up. And looked over the contents and the potion. "Good job. I will be taking this for inspecting." He said. By, now we had attracted the attention of the class.

Ron was looking at me like I killed his mom. Hermione, was doing the perfect imitation of a gold-fish, and Harry, well he looked at a mix of both. "Class dismissed." Snape said.

We got out of the class room, and made are way upstairs. "How did you do that?" Draco asked. "I got a note, that said, I would have knowledge of the wizerding world up to the 7th year. And some extra stuff." He did not look happy. "You are so lucky." He mumbled. WE made are way up to history of magic, I opened the door, to see a...

HA! Cliff hanger! I really am starting to love these. Your not though. LOL, I was in a good mood so I decided to update. Is it a monster? A god? Well you're gonna have to wait!

AC~