I've made a choice: the first two people who review this fanfic will get to choose what changes. (As long as it doesn't interfere with my prophecy pans :P)

"You did what?!" Lou-Ellen cursed. "Di Immortales, Mera! What in Hades makes you think he'll keep his promise?"

Pallismera shrugged, and twirled her air. "My dad isn't as decieveing as some Lou-Ellen." she pointed sharply. Lou-Ellen sighed. "Alright, alright. So maybe my mother doesn't always warn about consequences. But that's not the point. What makes you think, for lack of a better term, that he will...procrastinate?"

"Listen, Ellen. Oh, sorry, Lou-Ellen. He's already given me this," Pallismera pulled a single, white thread, with a small symbol that looked like a water-drop with a crossed star drawn inside it. Kind of like '*'

"This is prósdesi̱s zo̱í̱s." Pallismera explained.

"Tether of life," Lou-Ellen breathe, sounding impressed. "Let me guess. This is something like, a free sample?"

Pallismera raised her eyebrows at that. "Whatever you say. Although it's supposed to be at its full power a day before I'm done with my task." Lou-Ellen wanted to ask her what said task was, but thought better of it.

She sighed. "Alright, if you're certain-"

"I am."

"But I've still got a bad feeling about this." Lou-Ellen completed, as her eyes never leaving the necklace.

"What do you mean?" Mera asked, frowning. She didn't want to think her efforts were going up in smoke.

"What I mean is, did you see that glimpse of the future? It was years from now. At least two years or an year and the half or so. Nico'd be older then, and he'll still be dying. Something about it seems wrong. If you had given him Prosedzo-"

"Prosedzo?" Pallismera interjected, raising an eyebrow.

"Prósdesi̱s zo̱í̱s is a long name," Lou-Ellen explained. "Anyway, if you had given it to him, shouldn't he be alright then?"

Pallismera frowned. "Are you suggesting that I give it to him in the future? Like, after an year or two?"

Lou-Ellen shook her head. "No. The earlier he has it, the better. I'm not anxious for him to die slowly."

"That doesn't change anything." Pallismera said. "Presedzo doesn't heal you. Thanathos is no god of healing, Lou-Ellen. It can only bring you back after you die."

Lou-Ellen bit her lip. She didn't want Nico to feel pain. But, for some reason, the fact relieved her. At least now, there was the possibility that Nico was wearing that necklace, right there and then, and he just didn't know he wasn't really going to die. But something about the line bothered her.

Dying.I might be dying. In fact, I'm pretty sure I am dying.

Nico was a son of Hades, meaning he would sense when death was closing. What if that was what they saw: Nico sensing his own death.

"Go give it to him now," Lou-Ellen said hurriedly. On the look on Mera's face, she quickly continued. "It's be at its full power the day before you finish you task, right? Why not give it to him now? Just to be safe."

But even as Lou-Ellen said it, she though; Just how horrible would it feel, to sense your own death? To feel your own life fading away?

She hoped against hope, that her suspicions were wrong.

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It was in during Defense Against the Dark Arts when Nico slipped. Well, more than that, really. He was stressed; and tired. Although Nico Di Angelo was pretty good at anger managment, all that was need to trigger things off was a toad dressed in pink.

When he'd woken up that day, he had realized just how much pressure he was under.

Monster. Camp-Half Blood. Briana. Monster. .Monster. Hecate. Quest. Camp-half Blood. Prophecy. Monster.

Poison shall flow through the blessed one's soul.

It was strange. Nico had never been this pressured. Not that he let it show, but still. He realized just how much people relied on him now. It all depended on him. The girls, depend on him to find out what was up with the Lares. Not to mention, the monster. His father and Hecate- no, the entire Wizarding world who had sense, actually, depended on Tom Riddle's fall. He was also supposed to fulfill a prophecy for Hecate.

A war was on his shoulders. Somehow, Nico felt like if anyone got hurt- if they lost the war, that it was all his fault. He didn't know what set that feeling off, he just woke up, feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

Then, naturally, since the incident with the quills, Umbridge would always look at Nico strangely, as if waiting for him to do something, horrible, horribly, wrong.

Today, Umbride must have wished on a shooting star, because it came true.

Having learnt not that Mademoiselle Pinkie wouldn't ever be convinced, Nico resumed looking at his book, and copying down the things on the board.

But still, Nico was, for lack of a better term, feeling down. And the next thing he knew, Peeves the poltergeist broke into the class. Nico could have sworn Peeves gave him a wink and a slight bow before all Hades broke loose.

The poltergeist threw ink-pellets, dung bombs, and all kind of things at students and pink-toad alike. For a second there, all the worry on Nico's mind evaporated. He felt like a ten-year old kid again, innocent, and playing mythomagic cards.

"DISMISSED!" Umbridge yelled. "CLASS DISMISSED!"

Nico was so amazed, (not in a bad way at all) that he lagged behind, giving Umbridge enough time to say, "Pardon, Mr. Di Angelo." Nico stopped in his tracks. Uh-Oh. Nico turned his head around. Peeves had floated away.

"Yes, ma'am?" Nico said, trying to keep his voice calm. Again, he felt his head floating, but forced himself not to go dizzy.

He could see Umbridge was pretty pissed off, and he couldn't care less. He'd known since day one that he was on her black-list.

"I'd understand, Mr. Di Angelo, that you are here to gain education?"

Nico, wondering why she was talking to him there and then, frowned slightly. "Yes." "Ma'am." He added quickly.

"Then, know, Mr. Di Angelo, that I do not appreciate half-breeds, and it is bad enough that such...people are here, without using your powers to terrorize your classmates."

Nico felt a hurricane of emotions swirling inside. Anger and resentment, shock and disbelief. She knew? But Dumbledore said only some staff knew, and even though Nico didn't know Dumbledore well, but he didn't seem like the kind of person to trust people like Umbridge.

"I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am." Although secretly, Nico wanted nothing more than to show how what this 'half-breed could do.

Umbridge snorted in a unlady-ish way. "Oh, drop your game, Mr. Di Angelo. The staff here haven't said anything about you, I must say. A very good reason to press charges against the Headmaster. But I, like all high ministry officials, ambassadors, and achievers of the Order Of Merlin, know of your world. I expect you to keep yourself under control during your short stay here. Because I assure you," she glared at Nico with evil that couldn't be explained. He felt his legs growing weaker, but he steeled them and stood his ground. He would not go down to that evil frog. Not her.

"Detention, Mr. Di Angelo." Umbridge started walking away, and stopped when she was only a few steps away from Nico.

"With Filch." As soon as she had walked away, and Nico stopped concentrating on not blacking out, all his anger came back to him in a wave.

Half-breed. Nico could feel the shadows in the room rippling dangerously, they light flickering and turning back on again, the feeling of hellfire (figuratively, duh) burning in his eyes. Nico couldn't do anything to Umbridge. Oh, he knew he couldn't, not matter how tempting it was.

But the son of Hades slowly reminded himself that when the time came, and Tom Riddle's rising was proved, he would let everything he was restraining break loose.

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Harry Potter wondered, if for once in his life, he could just be a normal student enjoying a normal year. He had thought that he'd enjoy a pleasant year (excluding Umbridge, of coure). But oh, in Harry Potter's life, nothing played along the rules.

Now, he had to deal with a prophecy. He didn't know why he was worried. Trelawney was a fraud. He knew it. He known it since his very first Divination class. So what was so different now? Why was that...that prophecy she spoke so...believable.

Ron hadn't shrugged it away. Neithr did Harry. They, of course, planned on consulting Hermione about this, but she was never around these days. But today, they caugth her at lunch. She was eating as quick as possible, so she could leave quickly, they knew.

Before she could leave, however, Ron caugth her hand.

"'Mione. Where the bloody hell do you go these days?" Hermione raised her head, then rolled ehr eyes at him. "Somewhere important." she replied.

Harry shook his head at her. "Can't be more important than this." Harry quickly muttered something about a prophecy, Trelawney's eyes getting misty, and how she spoke in a voice that wasn't hers.

Hermione paused for a second, then looked up at him. "Fine, Harry." Hermione decided. "Trelawney's as truthful as troll with angel wings. But I'll talk about it tonight. At the common room."

"Is that the best you can do?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows in question. Hermione blinked, then stuck out ehr chin. "It is."

Hermione stood up abruptly, and walked out of the Great Hall. Harry and Ron watched after her in anticipation and longing.

"Where in Merlin do you think she goes?" Ron said. Harry shook his head. "Don't question Hermione's motives. If she's got something going on, then she'll tell us eventually." Harry grinned at him. "Remember third year?"

It took Ron a second to find out. "Oh, the time turner?" Harry's broad grin only widened. Hermione did know what she was doing.

"Precisely."

Ambie: Hope you guys enjoyed this. I'm going to do a sort of on-fic poll. Would you like it more if:

1) Nico died, then came back like the awesome hero he is.

2) He just...dies.

3) Leave it to me and let me twist the plot in such a way that will be dark and gloomy, but still have a happy ending that will satisfy you.

Results will not be given out.