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~Nico's Favor~

000 Nico 000

The headmistress lady looked at me over her half-moon glasses, contemplating. She was wearing some pajama-like robes. The sight of an old lady in pajamas looking at me intellectually would've made me laugh if I wasn't asking her something important.

"Ma'am?" I asked, I knew it was weird for me to be polite, but when I heard what could be done, I decided to do everything for the lady to agree. "I'm sorry for waking you, but I'll do anything, anything, just for this one favor."

She was still staring at me before she sniffed and said, "Well boy, this is a very strange request, but you are a very strange boy, are you not?"

I shrugged, "Umm... I guess..." I raked my hand through my long untidy hair, trying to fix it even a little bit. Seriously, I think my hair has neat-defying powers or something, it always looks like it never met a comb before.

The old lady, McGonagall or something, breathed in deeply, "Fine, I will do this for you, I wouldn't want your father to have me sent to the Fields of Punishment for not listening to his son, now, do I?"

My eyes widened, "Y-you, you...?"

"Of course I do," she said, slightly angry, or cross(That's what Brits say, right?), "Lady Hecate would at least inform me of these things."

"So, will you do it?" I asked, changing the subject, "Get her to see it?"

"I suppose," she said, "But you should be the one extracting the memory."

"How in Hades am I supposed to do that?" I shouted. "Er, sorry."

She shook her head, "Focus on that particular memory, concentrate."

I bit my lip, "Okay..." I closed my eyes and brought the memory forth.

"It's me or her, boy." he said, as I shook my head. "Me or her."

"Now take out your wand." she said, heels clicked on the floor, "And come here."

I followed the lady's voice and the clicking of heels, "Stop."

"He explained to me what the poison does," he said, panic in his voice was clear as crystal."Please."

"Now, put your wand to your forehead and think 'Exctractum'" she said calmly.

"Do it now, boy!" he shouted, "Now, before she comes back!"

Wincing, I put the tip my 10-inch Underworld Poplar with Soul-eater Robe core wand to my forehead and forcefully thought "Extractum".

I plunged my sword as a gasp resounded behind me, No, I thought, Not now.

A cold feeling ran through my body and I gasped as a silver-blue string appeared at the end of my wand.

"Now, put that in here." the headmistress said, extending a small vial marked with a cross-thing that had a head, My father's Roman insignia.

I hovered my wand over the top of the vial and the silver-blue thing, my memory I guess, floated down into it.

"There," the headmistress said. "Tabitha!" she called out as a medium-sized black and white cat appeared. "Take this to Alisa McKenzie in two hours."

"Thanks, Professor... umm," I racked my head for her name, "Professor McGonagall."

She lifted her brow, "Well then, don't think I won't call for the favor you owe me."

"Yes, ma'am." I replied, meekly. I turned and walked away from the headmistress office before stopping, "Err, Professor?"

"Yes, Mr. di Angelo?" she said, turning to look at me.

"Don't tell her that I asked you to show her." I said, "Please."

She looked at me with calculating eyes before saying, "Fine."

000 Alisa 000

My chin was nestled in my arms as I tuned out at my um... what was this subject again, oh yeah, Transfiguration Professor, someone called "Professor Tariatum" or something. Who had spent the better part of the lesson explaining how much concentration and hard work it needed to Conjurate a dozen pure-gold faerie-shaped things.

"Like that'll be useful," I muttered under my breath, "Might as well teach us how to pour tea we would Conjurate out of nowhere and dance ballet while you're at it."

"I know right?" Ginny muttered from beside me, she too had her chin nestled in her arms.

The Professor turned around suddenly and shot me a dark look, "What was that Miss McKenzie?"

I stood up and smirked, "I said, Professor, that I don't see the use of creating a dozen damned gold faeries out of nothing and that if you're going to teach us how to do something as stupid as that, you might as well tell us how to pour some tea we would Conjurate out of nowhere and dance ballet."

The Professor looked at me, surprised, she probably expected me to say something like, "Nothing... nothing..." and she'll reply by saying something stupid and superficial like, "That's what I thought."

Her face darkened, probably realizing that she shouldn't show weakness to a snarky student like me, "Why, you're just asking to get some points taken away before your house has received any now don't you, child?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Why Professor, what happened to Miss McKenzie?"

"Why you insolent girl...!" she started, but I cut her off, "Listen, lady, tell you what, if I Conjurate a dozen stupid faeries, you give my house fifty points, if I don't you remove a hundred and give me detention for as long as you want."

"What are you doing?" Ginny whispered, "You're going to make us lose the House Cup before we even had the chance ti get it!"

"Don't worry about it," I said confidently, looking back to the Professor.

The Professor's features hardened, "Fine."

I pointed my want to the front and lazily said, "Conjurate, Faeries."

The Professor smirked, like she'd won a million-dollar lottery or something, but then frowned as (Or at least, as I expected,) an orb appeared out of nowhere and split into twelve perfectly symmetrical balls that morphed into twelve perfectly symmetrical female faeries that fluttered around the room, sitting on random desks and giggling at the people in front of them.

The Professor's eyes widened, "Wh-what..."

"Well, I expect my house to have received the points promised." I said to the stunned teacher who stammered out, "F-fifty p-p-points to G-gryf-f-findor..."

The other Gryffindor kids cheered and a boy called out, "Fifty on the first day! Amazing!"

I bowed fancily as the Gryffindors cheers died down.

Ginny grinned at me, "I never doubted you, McKenzie."

I snorted, "Yeah, right, Weasley."

Suddenly a sharp, "Mrrrooowww!" echoed from my feet, I turned to it out of habit, there was a black cat staring at me intelligently with a roll of parchment tied to it's neck.

I reached down carefully and untied the parchment, "What is that Miss McKenzie?" the Professor said, probably thinking it was a note passed from another student.

"I dunno," I said, extending the parchment.

The Professor took it and read, "To Miss Alisa McKnezie, please report to the Headmistress Office. Tabitha will show you the way and the password when you get there. Signed, Headmistress Minerva McGonagall."

The Professor handed back the roll of parchment saying, "Well, Miss McKenzie, the Headmistress summons you, go."

I shrugged and started following the cat (Who I assumed to be Tabitha.) along the halls of Hogwarts.

We stopped in front of a Gargoyle that said, "Password?"

"Mrrrrp." I turned my head towards the cat which had a small piece of parchment under it's paw.

I took it and read, "Non-being."

"Accepted." the Gargoyle said, moving to reveal a set of stairs behind it.

The Headmistress' office was a huge room with about a dozen or so paintings, I turned to the Headmistress who looked up at me and said, "Sit."

"Err..." I said, taking a seat, "You called?"

"Yes," she paused and adjusted her spectacles before continuing, "I need to show you something, Miss McKenzie."

She stood up, walked to a wall and said, "Come."

I walked towards her as she tapped the wall with her wand. The wall retracted revealing a large bowl with some sort of liquid in it.

"This, child, is a Pensieve." she said as I came closer, "I must show you something."

she took out a vial that felt like it was filled with nothing yet something at the same time. She uncorked it and made a motion of dropping whatever was in it into the Pensieve.

"Come, put your head in," she said, motioning for me.

I hesitated a bit before finally dropping my head into the liquid. I gasped as the world around me flipped and suddenly, colors flowed into my vision. It didn't hurt to open my eyes and my blindfold disappeared, strangely.

I reveled in the fact that I could see colors before realizing where I was.

I was in my house's living room.

My father lay in front of me and Nico was kneeling beside him.

I was in my house's living room, the night my father was murdered.

A/N: Yeah, I consider this the biggest most horrid cliffhanger I have made, so far. Sorry, sorry, don't kill me! Anyway, since some of you *cough*Nico-fanatics*cough* are getting annoyed by the fact that the story has no Nico/OC love yet, I put up this chapter, which will open up the door to the mushy romance stuff! Oh. Joy. Anyway, expect a few more chapters before there is any Nico/Alisa (I wonder what good couple name would be...) Just. Wait. Okay?