Next chapter! What's going on? Why did that kid die? Why do I feel like this chapter will be like cold case. So if your reading my other stories I'm just waiting for my beta to send the chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO nor HP.

-Dream-Nico-

I ran through the halls. I was bleeding badly. I couldn't tell how bad it was. I tripped over a loose tile on the floor. Shit. I thought.

Normally I don't cuss, but I think now is the right time. I turned on my back, in front of me was the minatar.

I growled. Of all monsters. I reached in my robes to pull out my dagger but, I only found my wand snapped in half. I cursed.

My dagger was gone, my sword was no we're to be seen. I looked up, and he plunged his horn in to my stomach.

-Normal time-

. I woke up in a cold sweat. I planted, that must have been what happens to the kid. I looked at the clock. 6 a.m. I groaned. To early to be up.

I got out of bed, and got dressed. I hurried to the great hall. Not to many kids were awake. I did recognize some though, at the Slytherin table was Draco's pretend dad. And his mom.

I ignored them and walked up to the teachers table and sat down. A few minutes later Draco came in looking tiered and half asleep. "Hay." I mumbled to him as he sat down.

He just grunted. "I wish we had coffee," He said. "Only thing that makes me awake." I smiled. "Same," I said to him. By now more kids had come. The professors all started coming in to.

Dumbledore said some speech, and we all started eating. About five minutes later Mrs. Promfey came in holding some papers.

"Here you go. The papers, and a little extra to help. Anything else just ask." She said and left.

Students looked at me in curiosity. I ignored them, and looked through the papers. He maintained a healthy diet, didn't skip training sessions. So what happened? I then thought back to my dream.

Monster attack, I thought the charms would have held them back. I'll have to talk to Dumbledore. But now, I have a class to teach. I got up and walked to my class room.

I got the desk ready. First class today, is with Slytherin and Griffandorth. I rolled my eyes. Why do they have so many classes together.

They started to all pile in. I waited for everyone to come in then said "Hello students, please close your books. We won't be marking anything to day. We're going to just talk about what makes a Potian a Potian." I said. In all reality, I didn't plan anything. I tried, but it didn't work out.

"Now some of You might not know this but, if you can cook then you can brew a Potian. Do you know why?" I asked.

I looked at every body. Then someone's hand raised. I looked at him. "You. Mr?" I asked.

"Lupin," He said. I nodded. " The measurements in a Potian are like the measurements in cooking. If you don't add in the right measurements then the food doesn't fast right. Same for a Potian." He said.

"Well stated Mr. Lupin." I said. I then noticed Two people sitting next to him passing notes.

"Exscuse me, but do you mind," I said to them. "They didn't pay attention. I smirked. I walked up to them and took the note out of there hands. I read it over and realised this was Harry's dad.

I laughed out loud. "Mr. Potter please stay behind." I said to him.

-time skip-

"Will you like to tell me why your passing notes?" I asked. He looked sheepish. "Really, I've been a teacher for what a week? And I'm already turning in to McGonagall." I said.

"Mr. Potter pet me tell you something. I new your son. And that girl you like Lily, don't give up on her. Trust me." I said. "Okay professor." He said. "Oh, and don't call me professor. It makes me sound old." I said. He laughed.

I walked out of the class room. "Draco!" I called. The blond turned to me. "Have a nice lesson?" I asked. He glared. "Ravenclaw, they questioned everything," He complained.

I laughed. Oh today was going well. That's what I thought. Today was going to go bad.

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