Charlie had given Nico plenty of info- after, of course, Nico told him that it was required and could tip the balance of the magical and demigod world. Reluctantly, then, he told him about things he doubted he'd be able to find in the library- Lycanthropy, lunar-scars, and a particular potion called Wolf's Bane that could render a werewolf harmless on the day of the full moon. Nico was aware that one of the order members, Remus Lupin, was a werewolf. He would've asked him about it too, but it seemed awkward enough what with Mr Weasley's state. Nico wouldn't miss that opportunity, in fact, he would take it- just not now.

The night atmosphere had an eerie feeling about it. Nico had always liked darkness, and not only because he was a son of Hades. It sort of gave him a feeling of privacy. Maybe, Nico had been reckless when he made his decision about going back to Hogwarts one last time before heading to Camp Jupiter. But he was glad he made that choice anyway.

Enveloped in darkness and shadow, he sat in his usual spot at the astronomy tower. He had grown quite fond of the place. Besides, Nico knew that some huge inevitable war was going to break out- how often would he get a moment of peace like this if that ever happened? Better enjoy life now because you may not get the chance to do it later. That was one of the rules demigods played by- enjoy small victories, because no matter what, some divine force would come mess up your life soon. Nico himself was one of the living examples. They win the war with Kronos- okay, cool. Then, BAM. You get thrown into Tartarus, imprisoned for five days in a bronze jar with nothing but five pomegranate seeds, then why not go on another crazy quest to retrieve the Athena Parthenon?

Yep. Live life when you still can. Nico was just pondering whether he should leave, or stay for a few minutes when Hecate decided to have a little conversation. He was pretty much used to her by now, so he didn't fall off the astronomy tower when she called this time.

Nico, we have to have a conversation- now.

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Lou had been trekking around for the past couple of days. Survival came naturally to her. She manipulated the mist to keep undercover (which helped ward off most monsters) and apparated now and then. Ironically though, she wasn't very good at apparation. Not at all, in fact. The other children of Hecate had no problem, but Lou found herself more skilled in direct magic like 'wandless' transfiguration, and maybe Legilimency. However, following Alabaster needed more than those usually handy skills.

As far as she knew, Alabaster was on the move. Thankfully, he'd taken on Lameia with the help of some man Lou-Ellen didn't know the name of. He was...well, as happy as you can get, when you're practically an exile, and resented Percy Jackson for defeating Kronos, thus making him an exile.

She admired her half-brother because even though she only knew him for a while, he was strong and protective, and very determined. He would help her, surely he would. As far as she could tell, from the connection the children of Hecate had, he was in Seattle.

Stopping, and feeling utterly exhausted, Lou-Ellen panted. She readjusted her backpack and stood up a little straighter. It was time to apparate a little further.

Steading herself for that horrible, compressing feeling, Lou-Ellen took a deep, almost calming breath before walking into nothingness.

The world was nothing but a blur of sound and color, and Lou was nothing but an essence, being slowly pushed through a tiny, tiny, space. And then, all of a sudden, she was more than that. Lou-Perfectly-Solid- Ellen felt her feet hit the ground again. Stumbling slightly, and wondering if she'd ever get used to apparation. It was simply wasn't her thing.

Blinking to ward off the sunlight, Lou blindly walked forward (which she should have know was never a good idea) only to fall face first into water.

As her exposed skin came in contact with the somewhat cold water, Lou-Ellen gave a small involuntarily yelp, which was thankfully followed by a sharp intake of breath before her sank underneath.

"Watch out!" she heard someone yell after her.

Lou-Ellen spent about fifteen entire seconds before someone pulled her out of the water with a firm grasp and a surprisingly strong-but gentle, haul. She found herself on the floor, gasping for air- sputtering and coughing, blinking water out of her managing to calm her breaths to a normal rate, Lou-Ellen raised her head to meet her savior.

It was a boy, who looked about twenty or so. His thick, brown hair was plastered to his face, and his blue ' Mo Telddir' shirt stuck to his chest-dripping with water which fell to the grass in an comprehensible pattern.

"You okay?" the man asked, panting, and pushing his hair out of the way.

Lou-Ellen, still shivering from the water looked at him incredulously, hoping that his question was rhetorical.

"Fine, thank you." she said, anyway, thinking it wouldn't do too well to disappoint the guy who'd pulled her out of the water. The man smiled at her reassuringly, although he looked less than convinced with her reply.

"You shouldn't go wandering too close to the waters." he chided in a to-be nonchalant voice. "You know they can go randomly deep here in Magnuson Park of all places."

Lou perked up expectantly at the mention of her location. "Magnuson Park? Magnuson Park, Seattle?"

The guy looked at her, dumbfounded. "Uh, yeah." he said. "Didn't you already know that? I saw you fall into the water while I was walking up here with my girlfriend. Thought you might have slipped or something. Now that I think about it-"

Lou bit her lip nervously, steadying herself a little bit. She had to play it dumb before he could wonder how she appeared out of thin air "Just...visiting my brother in Woodinville. Nothing else." She snapped her finger in frontof his face, calling the mist to her aid.

In a matter of seconds, she and the random guy were dry, while the latter was displaying a blank expression his face, looking he had just woken up from a deep, deep, sleep.

Behind Lou, a voice yelled in a rather demanding manner.

"ALEX! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SHOW ME- Oh, there you are. Why did you take off all of a sud-" the girl's eyes fixed on Lou-Ellen, and her eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?" she asked warily, sizing Lou up, head-to-toe. Her eyes scanned the daughter of Hecate slowly, looking for any signs of emotional reaction.

"No one," Lou said quickly, before the blond girl could accuse her of something. "I'm not one. I was never here." She demanded, snapping her finger again.

"Now," Lou drawled steeping back to admire her work. "You ad your boyfriend are on a nice date, whereas I'm going to meet a certain brother of mine." she muttered to herself.

Oh, she hated life, alright.

Thanks for all your comments. I'm glad you like my OCs, but take care - non of them are anything other than characters who fill the gaps, although they are quite fun to write. I am reminding my readers that this fanfic is Nico-centric and will always be that way, and I have no intention of giving my Original Characters the spot-light.

Tips:

1) Reviews make Ambie happy, thus making her write more chapters soon.

2) Death threats are welcome.

3) The best person to come up with the worst insult for Voldy with get an honorary shout-out from me.

4) Alabaster is not an OC, and I strongly suggest you read Son Of Magic in the Demigod Diaries if you do not know that.

5) Nothing to state here, but the number fives sounds official...

C-YA!

(P.S, anyone noticed that'Mo Telldir' is just the word 'Tom Riddle' written backwards? And now, Alex has nothing to do with anything, I promise.)