I'm updating again! Don't expect them to be this fast, okay? Also, I'll be insulting the demigods a lot in this story, so I'm sorry if I offend your favorite character or something.

To thegirlthathidesinhermind: Hi, thanks for reviewing. I think you made a really good point about everything. The thing is, I'm not really sure why this should all be more important than the demigod war, I just felt like writing it and it was the only way I could imagine that made sense to me. I suppose you could say the gods were originally ignoring the demigods because they could actually win the war easily by interfering anyway. As for Nico being eleven, again, I just felt like doing that, still think of him as a little kid so that's one of the things I changed from canon.To be honest, I didn't really think things through when I wrote this fanfiction. This is just for fun. But I appreciate your advice!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Percy Jackson & The Olympians

—Nico di Angelo—

Harry Potter seemed a lot like Percy, minus the humor and the confidence. He was much kinder than Percy, or at least, he was more sensitive to other people's feelings. Of course, one look into his eyes told me that the kid was a legacy of Hecate, no doubt about it.

Hermione Granger was just like Annabeth, only she seemed more mindful as well and truly appreciated knowledge. She was also less full of herself and knew her place.

Ron Weasely was the one I'd have to watch. He was far more observant and rather pessimistic, I could tell the moment I laid eyes on him.

The boat ride wasn't as nerve-wrecking as it would usually be, and I mentally thanked Hecate for getting all the gods to bless me. In fact, I was starting to get quite excited at the idea of actually learning to swim and having the chance to fly.

Somewhere within Hogwarts were four other students waiting incognito for me, Alabaster, Draco, Nyroc and Luna.

Alabaster Torrington, son of Hecate, former ally of the titans and an expert at runes. He was posing as Nathaniel (Nate for short) Jackson, a thin freckly Ravenclaw with an uncontrollable stammer and had only last year acquired enough money to attend Hogwarts. His excuse of being in Harry's year, two years below him, was that he had not enough education because of that setback. Thanks to Dumbledore's announcement on the matter he wasn't very inconspicuous but his phony nervousness and shyness hid him well. All lies.

Draco Lightbringer, son of Athena, half-wizard orphan and a very skilled mist-user. He used the mist to create his identity as Draco Malfoy, a spoiled brat that liked picking on Harry's friends and often made nasty schemes that backfired badly (yeah right, those were totally intentional). As a self-achieved child billionaire in reality, Draco was able to play up his role of loving fame, hating cowards, and posing as the perfect Slytherin. When in actuality, he and Nyroc had purposely set up Harry more than once to get him into Quidditch, the forbidden corridor, and most importantly Draco had made sure Harry didn't let himself get put in Slytherin. Nobody would ever guess.

Nyroc Lasky, son of Thanatos, born as a sorcerer and loves hellfire. His alias was Neville Longbottom, with mistforms serving as his extended family. Neville was nervous and a bit silly, always forgetting things and panicking at the simplest encounters, but made a friend in Harry Potter. If only they knew how many weapons he snuck in, how he purposely left his remembrall behind so that Harry could get onto the Quidditch team, how long he stayed awake at night listening for the monsters that came for Potter, how many times he bit his cheek and said the wrong answer instead for the effort of looking dim. If only they knew.

Luna Amato, daughter of Trivia, former centurion and suffers from emotional trauma. Therefore her cover; Luna Lovegood, a dreamy-eyed airhead who was smart and loyal but often didn't make much sense. Pretending to not have a care in the worked helped both her and their valuable mission. Luna's job was mainly to observe, just as Alabaster's was, and Draco's job was to deflect his anger, and Nyroc's job was to hold trusting.

I was going in as Nico di Angelo with my favorite act, just an innocent young boy who was rather scared about everything going on in the magical world but happened to excel in it. Technically, it was true, and all I had to do was stop pretending to be brave, as well as calling back some social skills and acting more innocent.

Now that I was here, the Potter Band was apparently complete. Everyone on this mission were good actors, but obviously I was the most mysterious of them all. The truth would all come out soon, if the Golden Trio were as golden as everyone made out.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, huh. Maybe I could have some real friends at last. I knew I could depend on Alabaster (sorry, Nate), Draco, Nyroc/Neville, and Luna (finally an easy one).

Suddenly, I heard my name called.

"di Angelo, Nico!"

I walked over at my slow-but-somehow-fast pace and took a millisecond to process everything.

Over at the red table was where Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting. I could see Nyroc (Neville, must remember to call him Neville) sitting next to them with a very convincing look of worry as he lifted the tablecloths to look for his 'naughty' toad (as if, we trained him to do that). I knew he saw me when he glanced up and gave me a strong encouraging smile that he must've suppressed for the entire ride.

At the green table, I could see Draco talking with his mates in a high-and-mighty air. He caught my eye and gave me a sly wink and gestured to the snake banner, although I knew he was just teasing.

Alabaster (uh, Nate) was sitting at the blue table, drawing spirals and designs on his paper napkin. He noticed me, flipped his pen all professional-like and pretended to hold it like a sword with a serious fcae before grinning and pretending to drop it. Spot-on imitation of Percy!

Luna was twirling a lock of hair around her finger with a dreamy look in her eyes but all he need to do was see the faint half-smile to know she was still functioning properly. She took a sip from a glass of something and nodded her head vaguely in my direction.

I reached the hat and pulled it over my head.