Disclaimer: I forgot to do this last time. That's because I thought you's know, I don't own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter.

~Sight Returned~

000 Nico 000

Her whimpers hit me like a train.

"Help... me..."

Her eyes are shut, strangely, but green smoke is slowly coming out from the crack of her eyelids.

"Leave... me... alone..."

Something about her weak voice hits me hard and I'm immediately in front of her.

"Alisa?" I ask urgently, "Hey, c'mon!"

I shake her state and she just shivers and curls into herself. "Alisa! Alisa, what's happening?"

"H-h-help... me..." she whispers as she looks up at me, eyes glowing an eerily bright shade of green. "Help... I can't... fight..."

I have to think of something. Anything!

Then, I remember.

That day I... killed her father.

She shadow-traveled us to her house.

I breathed in. Focusing everything on her.

Slowly, the shadow realm's tendrils wrap themselves around her. C'mon, c'mon... work...

"Haaa..." I hear her exhale calmly. Yes!

Slowly, too slow, she opens her eyes and... and...

I can see stars again. I see them again.

After three and then some torturous years.

I can see stars again.

000 Alisa 000

I feel something cool and familiar wrap itself around me. My eyes are burning and the tendrils of cold familiarity wrap themselves around them.

I can feel something force it's energy into me, and I feel strength coursing through my strength-less veins.

"Hissss!" the voice cries angrily, "Why you-!"

I start fighting again.

It sighs, somehow evilly, "It ssseemsss you will not acccept my offer. But I will give you a tassste of it firssst."

The eye-burning stops and my eyes are pleasantly cool. What's he playing at?

"I will sssee you sssoon my sssweet little body..." he hisses at me before I manage the strength to open my eyes

My eyes lock with he softening dark orbs of eyes that is Nico's.

He helped me.

He saved me.

"Hey Hellboy." I mutter weakly, "Thanks for that."

All the strength Nico (I think) gave me is gone and I feel terribly weak.

I droop in Nico's arms, not even having the strength to blush I mutter, "Sorry Hellboy, seems like you gotta stay with me a bit more."

I'm not sure if it's real, but I think I heard Nico mutter something like, "I'd stay with you forever, Strashine."

~0~0~0~0~0~

"Aww...!" I hear two girlish squeals in my ear. "They're so cute like that!"

I grabbed the blanket around me and pulled it over my head, burying my face in my pillow.

"Oomph...!" my pillow groans. Wait, wait wait. Did I just say my pillow groaned?

"Go away..." a voice reverberates through my pillow. Nico's voice.

I know I should be like those squealing girls going all "Oooh.. I'm so so sorry, Nico! I'm so embarrassed."

But really, I've been in a cursed sleep for a month. I am so not going to let Nico being my pillow take away my well deserved un-cursed rest.

But, as fate -or Fates- might have it, even though I'm absolutely fine with my head on Nico's chest, Nico's chest isn't.

"Ah...?" Nico says sleepily before bolting upright, much to my disappointment, "Ah...!"

I sit up too and rub my eyes as I look at Nico's flushed face, "Geez Nico, stop blushing and rude awakening much?"

"Y-y-you can see?" he asks as he tries to get a hold of himself. "You're okay?"

I roll my (now uncovered, thankfully) eyes, "Well, duh, and 'course, thanks to you."

"Oh, yeah..." He reaches towards my face, touching my cheek. This time, since I'm awake, I actually blush. My heart skips a beat as he looks at me with soft, soft, soft eyes, "Good."

Someone coughs and Nico pulls back his arm, face flushed again.

I look to our little audience that consists of Kale (looking positively pissed), Jiana, Percy and his group, Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys plus Mr. Chosen himself.

"Hey Ali, haven't seen you in a bit." Jiana says, smiling albeit slightly sadly.

"Yeah," I say, smiling back, "Seems the war was reason you came back to the States, huh?"

"Yep," she says, grinning, "Also the reason why I left when we were eleven."

"No wonder," I say, "I knew I wasn't the weird one in our relationship."

"Hah!" she exclaims, "Says the little demigod."

"What the-?" exclaims all the demigods (plus Oracle) and wizards in the room.

"I knew you'd find out sooner or later." I say, "You always loved ruining detective shows for me."

"What, wait," Harry says, "What do you mean... 'demigod'?"

Hermione looks on calmly, jaw clenched, "Supposedly, the term 'demigod' means half-god, mostly referring to supposed 'children' of Greek or Roman gods with human women."

"Well, look at that, Hermione explained." I say lightly.

"But that's impossible." Hermione continues. "Probably a bunch of powerful wizards trying to be famous."

I sigh, "Hermione, Hermione, wizards you believe, but not demigods?"

"W-well, I'm a witch, so of course I believe them!" she exclaims.

I shake my head, "Don't get all flustered, doesn't matter if you believe or not. I can't make you nor can anyone else."

"Anyways," I say, "Now that I can see, can someone please take me around. I haven't seen anything for three years."

"Sure." Nico says beside me. "C'mon."

I hop out of the bed and collapse suddenly. "Alisa?"

"I ssssaid I'll give you a tassste, little body." the hissing voice says, "Enjoy it while you can."

A/N: Ha! I got my groove back! Anyway, for once, it's not too short and not too late. Your welcome. ~Nyx