Disclaimer/Author's Note: Hello! My second chapter is here. I typed 1/3 of this chapter with the first chappie in the cabin, still listening to music and still missing the internet (no, I did not have any internet in the cabin). I was actually planning to post this at 12:00, but my parents said we had to go to somebody's house for the night and the internet wouldn't let me go on and then I left my laptop there so yeah…So, to make up for the long wait, I decided to invite somebody very important for the disclaimer; Nico di Angelo!

Nico: My so-called half-sister does not own me or the characters of... *looks closely at paper*…Harry Potter?

Me: Thank you Nico, I feel so loved.

Nico: …heh heh ^^;

Me: Oh well, on with the story!

"This is talking in English"

"This is talking in Ancient Greek or said language"

'This is thinking'

Albus Dumbledore was very confused. The Order of the Phoenix was during a meeting, when suddenly, a horrid shriek sounded from downstairs. The order rushed down just in time to see a young teenage boy passing out.

How the boy had gotten in was a very curious matter. However, what was even more curious was the object that the boy was holding. The one that he had identified as the locket of Salazar Slytherin.

later

"…veritaserum is necessary! I'm telling you!" Moody argued, on the subject of what to do with the boy.

"Now, Alastor, it's just a boy!" Molly argued back, "Who knows what kind of traumatizing memory he might have?!"

"He could be using polyjuice potion! Besides, he has to have been a very powerful wizard to get through all of the defenses," Moody retorted.

"Well, I suggest that we take action soon, for I sense that our young visitor has awakened," the aged professor put in calmly, taking control of the argument.

"What do you think we should do Albus?" one of the senior order members asked.

"Well, I don't think there is any need for drastic measures yet. Why don't we just go and meet our visitor?" Albus said, causing all the order members to nod their heads in agreement; even Alastor grudgingly agreed.

When they met the boy, Albus was surprised by the boy's eyes. They were the darkest brown eyes he had ever seen in his entire life. However, he was mainly shocked at the depth of the boy's eyes. They were filled with loss, pain, grief…these were the type of eyes that had seen war. The old professor was suddenly curious. It was time to find out more about the young lad.

However, before he had any chance to ask any questions, the teen spoke up.

"Who are you and what are your names?" the boy asked, with an American accent and a hint of something so foreign that he could not pinpoint it.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore," he said.

The rest of the order introduced themselves, and Albus was yet again surprised. Surely even American wizards knew of the famous headmaster of Hogwarts. Maybe he was not a wizard? (A/N: Warmer…) However, He quickly brushed away that thought. (A/N: Colder ...) The boy was undoubtedly a wizard. (A/N: He's hopeless!) After all, how else would he have been able to get past the defenses? (A/N: I give up now… I will stop commenting)

"Can you tell me your name?" Albus asked politely.

The boy looked at him suspiciously and answered, "Nico di Angelo"

After he had replied, nobody noticed that one pair of eyes, belonging to Severus Snape, widened in recognition.

"Well, Mr. di Angelo, could you tell me where you are from?" The headmaster asked politely.

"I'm from Italy. And America. I'm Italian American." Nico answered, still eyeing Albus.

"Would you care to explain how you got in here?" said professor asked.

"I was somehow transported here," Nico said, confused. "Um… where am I, anyways?" He asked.

"I am afraid I cannot tell you that," Dumbledore replied.

"Can you at least give me the country?" The lad asked.

Albus smiled, and replied, "You are in London, England"

Nico's eyes widened. London, England!? Now, Nico was never any good at geography, but he was pretty sure England was quite a distance from California. No wonder he had felt so weak when he had arrived. He had accidentally shadow traveled all the way to England! Speaking of feeling weak, he had yet to recover from his drainage of energy by using his powers.

"Umm…well, Mr. Dumbledore, I should really be getting home now, so, if you could let me leave…"Nico said unsteadily.

"Nonsense, Albus! We need to find out more about the boy; he might be a spy pretending to be an innocent boy!" And with that, Alastor hobbled forward, veritaserum in hand.

Now, Nico was confused. Why was the man (who vaguely reminded him of a pirate) walking towards him with a vial in hand?

"Alastor! Stop!" yelled Severus Snape, and soon after, many other voices of protest joined in.

They were one step behind, however. The vial had already entered the boy's mouth. Nico, who had realized he was in danger, tried to spit the contents out, but too late, Moody had forced him to swallow the contents of the bottle.

Nico coughed. The strange liquid had left a horrid taste in his mouth and his insides were burning. He was slightly feverish, and Nico knew it was his godly blood expelling the liquid. Unfortunately, his body was still weak and it would take longer to dispose of the fluid than it normally would.

"W-What was that?" Nico asked between coughs.

"What is your name?" Moody asked gruffly.

"Nico di Angelo" was the instant reply.

Satisfied, Alastor asked again, "Where are you from?" the reply was the same as before; America. So the intruder wasn't lying!

"Are you a wizard?" Albus asked, curious on the answer, which would probably be a yes.

"No," Nico replied. Wait. Wizards? No way. However, it was not impossible.

Then finally, realization struck Nico. He had just been force fed a truth potion! Indignant, Nico strained to keep his mouth shut. Unfortunately for poor Nico, no such luck.

"Where are your parents, Mr. di Angelo?" Dumbledore asked, wondering what a boy like him was doing alone.

Nico thought about the answer. "My mother is where the dead people go, and I don't know about my father," he replied. After all, it was the truth.

Albus suddenly felt a pang of pity for the young boy, and was about to stop asking questions when Moody asked something possibly very personal.

"Who are you parents?" Alastor pried, and this time, Nico managed to control his mouth.

"Why should I tell you?" Nico asked coldly.

Many people gasped. Nobody could resist the truth serum until it wore off, after all. While the wizards were very confused, Severus Snape gave a small knowing smile, which vanished soon after, in case anyone saw.

"What are you?" the pirate impersonator asked finally, highly suspicious of the boy.

This time, it required effort to keep his mouth shut. Fortunately, Nico managed it. Unfortunately, he passed out.

"That's enough now," Molly Weasley said, before they could do anything, "This boy needs rest. Put him in one of the guest beds,"

A/N: Finished! I hope you enjoyed that chapter. To say the truth, I wanted to post 3 chapters before New Year's Day, but oh well. Also, I NEED HELP. I think you got the hint that Snape is a demigod, but I don't know who his godly parent should be. I don't want it to be any of the 'Big Three' and I want it to be one of the Olympians (or Hecate) but who? Please save my life and review with your suggestion. PLEASE! Oh, right, and HAPPY NEW YEAR and Welcome To 2013!

Random Statement of the Day: YAY! FOR ONCE I ACTUALLY SAW THE BALL DROPPING! MY EFFORTS FOR STAYING UP WERE NOT WASTED FOR ONCE! *does happy dance* I mean, I stayed up a lot but this is the first time I actually noticed the ball. Heh. ^.^"

To My Reviewers: ^^ Thank you so much! As I promised, a virtual candy cane to every reviewer.

Trivia101 (guest): You were my first reviewer, thank you so much… I was jumping up and down when I checked my e-mail.

Shadow-wolf-rises: The reason it looks so familiar is because I got a lot of inspiration from reading other fanfics. I assure you though; my story will be different from the other 'Nico goes to Grimmauld Place' fics. Thanks for the review!

MissSwissish: Oh my gods you helped me so much thank you! Unfortunately, if you don't count the disclaimer I only have 1,075 words. Oh well, I tried my best ^^; you are so nice and made me get off my lazy butt to type the rest of this story ^^ Once again, THANK YOU!

Guest: I promise I will update as soon as I can, but Winter break is ending so… yeah. Like I said before; I got my inspiration from other stories but because I refuse to copy and my dream said so, this will be different. Thank you for the review!

EDIT: Okay, I admit it. I have NO CLUE about my ending. I had a very detailed plot set out, but it's been a while so I... kinda... forgot? (Please don't kill me!)

Oh! and also, I went around and changed the wording a bit so that it's a little easy to read. Sorry if you got a bunch of e-mails about that!