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~What The Hell Nico Was Doing~

000 Nico 000

000 King's Cross Station; A few Hours Earlier 000

Fuck train stations. Whoever thought it was a great idea to dump a bunch of people in one space is a few swords short of an armory.

I think I'll go hunt him down the next time I go to the Underworld.

I was at Platform 9 3/4 with Kale, Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and Rachel.

Percy, Thalia, and Kale was with me because of the prophecy. Rachel cam because she wanted to see a "real" school of magic. Annabeth came because she wanted to come with Percy. She'll deny it and blabber on about whatever reason she came up with, but the real reason's Percy.

Me and Kale were coming as American Exchange students, Hecate had blessed us with magical ability or something before we left.

Percy and Annabeth signed up as Defense teachers. Huh, who knew a bunch of magic-users couldn't defend themselves without a wand?

Rachel came under the title "Assistant Divination Professor" whatever that meant.

A tumble of black hair popped out from the crowd, she looked strangely familiar. I couldn't exactly place her face though 'cause half of it was turned away.

I breathed a sigh of relief when we went in the train.

Some old hag with a cart was selling us a bunch of weird Halloween-looking sweets. I heard the Jelly Beans had vomit-flavored ones, and I think I saw a brown frog that was melting under the heat.

I wasn't eating that. No way.

I slowly dozed off in the train, wondering where I was gonna find Tom freaking Riddle's Soul.

If I paid more attention, I would've known it was flitting through the train.

000 The Boat Docks; A Few Minutes Earlier 000

I stared at the huge lake separating me from what was it? Pigfarts? Hogwarts? I couldn't care less right now.

No way in hell was I going to cross that lake.

Never.

You can't make me.

Ever.

I was about to take out my knife and attack the huge hairy dude trying to get me into a boat when Percy, thank Hades, came to my rescue.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to them." He whispered in my ear.

A merman came up from the water and Percy started talking to it.

"EEEEE!" The sound from the merman's throat sounded like a cross between a dying tortured dolphin and a guy having his skin ripped from his body while he was conscious.

"Ow!" Percy complained, "Keep your head under!"

A sing-song voice echoed, "Sorry Lord..."

"Don't call me that, you'll blow my cover!" Percy whispered to the thing. Soft enough so no one but people who were paying attention and knew how to speak Greek would hear.

"Sorry, sorry..." it said.

"Let Nico pass, okay?" he said.

"But, but lo-" it started.

"Shhh!" Percy said, "Just do it okay?"

The merman sighed in defeat, "Yes, lo- er, sir."

After that little commotion, the merpeople let me pass.

I knew they probably wouldn't harm me, since Perce talked to them, but my hand were gripping the edge of the boat the whole way.

I had to remind myself to breathe.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

000 Hogwarts Great Hall; Present 000

Kale had just been "Sorted" or whatever. There was one other girl here.

An American Exchange Student.

Her.

At first, I almost didn't recognize her.

Her features were harder. She looked like one of the Big Three kids now. Pushed until they almost broke.

Her skin was pale, her hair tumbled like a black waterfall below her waist, and the most eye-catching was the handkerchief she wore as a blind fold.

It cover half her face. Which was her eyes and about a third of her forehead and nose were covered by the black cloth.

Her body was stiff.

Mouth turned down, fists clenched and body on-edge.

I wasn't really paying attention to what was happening until the old lady called out my name,

"di Angelo, Nico."

That's when she lunged at me.

I felt the movement, and dodged just in time.

"Fuck you, di Angelo!" she screamed, hands balled into fists and about to swing.

"Why. The. Hades. Are. You. Here!" She screamed, every word ended with a punch, to my gut, my chest, my shoulder, until she was on top of me.

She sat on my stomach, face inches from mine, and she pinned my arms over my head.

"Get off me, McKenzie!" I shouted.

"Yeah, right!" She screamed in my face. "I should kill you, here and now!"

I threw her off me, reversing our positions.

"What are you trying to do?" I growled at her.

Someone tapped my shoulder, "Nico?"

I looked up to see Kale, "You're going to blow our cover, and you're attacking a blind girl." That's what he said, but his eyes screamed Damn it, Nico! You're on top of her!

I whispered in Alisa's ear, "You have your reasons, I have mine. Don't just attack me after three years of disappearing, because if you showed up here, it means you have something important to do."

I couldn't exactly see her expression, what with the blind fold, but she didn't attack again, so I climbed up the steps.

"So, am I gonna be sorted, or what?" I said, like nothing happened.

The old lady put the singing hat on my head, and I felt a presence pushing against my mind's defenses.

"Let me in," whispered a raspy voice.

I grudgingly put down the defenses, and it searched my mind. I grimaced, such an invasion of privacy.

"Ahh... so you are one of them," the voice whispered. "But, I am not here to judge your bloodline, I must Sort you..."

"You, I sense you have a connection with Salazar Slytherin..." it whispered.

Yeah, I thought, He's my half-brother, but don't you dare judge me because of that.

"Mmm... hmmm... loyal... maybe too much, ...smart, cunning... yes..." It reached a part of my memories that I refused to show. "Open your thoughts, boy."

No. Freaking. Way.

"Show me thy memories," it whispered.

"No. Way." I said, out loud. A few students looked up, confused.

"Show me..." it insisted.

"I. Said. No." I replied, stubbornly.

"Hmmm..." it said, and suddenly, it started attacking my defenses. I growled and refused to back down.

The attacks started to increase in pressure.

"Stop it!" I shouted, ripping the hat off my head and to the ground.

"Hmmm..." it said, "Stubborn, maybe to a fault, stands by what he thinks..."

"Gryffindor!" It shouted out.

The room was quiet as I sat at the gold-and-red table. The other students were probably still stunned about the fight

"McKenzie, Alisa!" The lady said, breaking the silence.

Alisa turned to me one more time.

I was so distracted by the absolute hatred and burning fury that made up her aura that I almost didn't hear the hat's horrified screams.

Almost.

A/N: Firstly, thanks to all who reviewed, I got more for the previous chapter than all the others combined. I love ya'll. Next, to leoissofunny, I'm sorry if it seemed overly dramatic, but I can't change it. If I did, it would mess up my thoughts, and anyway, you think she'd just stand there, fists clenched after seeing her dad's murderer after three years surrounded by darkness and isolation? I just don't think Alisa would do that. Sorry again to you and anyone else who found that overly dramatic.