So, I'm sorry I abandoned you guys for awhile but this was the week of my exams and my mom wouldn't let me out of her sight. In a way, that's a good thing for me. I'm back now, at least, and I'll be updating frequently again!

This chapter is mostly Nico and Nyroc's thoughts on the war. I might do a Percy chapter next. What do you think?

To She-wolf Shadow: Yeah, I thought so too. I'll probably do it, even if the story will be more Prisoner Of Azkaban if that happens.

To Saryana Greenwood: I'm so happy that you like this story! Yes, I've been thinking that Remus really should be the Defense Against Dark Arts Teacher. Why Nyroc/Neville is good at Herbology will be explained later.

To H.N. Dots (I put in a space because fanfiction wouldn't allow me to write your original name): Remus is totally one of my favourite characters. Yes, it will probably happen. Especially since everyone seems to agree.

To Kpopbaby: I know! I'm sorry and I'm doing it now!

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

—Nico di Angelo—

I sat down. As the pieces moved back to their proper position, it occurred to me that this may not have been the best idea.

It sounds ridiculous, I know. How could somethings so simple as playing wizard chess jeopardize our mission? If Draco were here, he would probably tell me that Ron would get suspicious if I played to well or something along those lines.

Ron made the first move. I had to make a decision to try to win or to lose on purpose or such. As it was, I decided to just try my best anyway (it wasn't like I'm particularly good at wizard chess, we demigods are more into improvising) since who's to say someone can't simply be good at chess if I do win?

I made my move. Ron fired his back just as quick. I put forth another unexpected choice, just as a decoy. Ron put one of his forward without comment.

My the time curfew came round and Percy Weasley came to tell us to go to bed, I had won two games and Ronald had beat me seven times. Suppose he really is as strategistic as they say.

It was a restless night for me, I had the strangest dream where Jason and Percy were running around the Argo II screaming my name for who knows why, then Coach Hedge ran in holding a tray of cupcakes and yelling that we'll all be late for the baseball game, Frank was trying to stop Leo from drowning himself, and Hazel was wearing a princess costume, and I was watching from the top of the mast wondering what the heck was going on.

After waking myself up and making sure everything was normal in reality, I decided to go get myself a cup of water.

Slowly, as to not wake the others, I leaned over and reached for my wand. The room was oddly silent, which is what I like about the night, especially since you could never quite find a quiet night in the demigod world. If it wasn't monsters or snoring teenagers, it was calm before the storm.

"Aguamenti." I whispered, filling my cup with water. Nyroc suddenly jerked awake.

"Sorry!" I said, alarmed that I had woken him. "It's only me!"

Nyroc lowered his wand, which I hadn't noticed he'd been holding. "Oh, Nico."

I tilted my head. It was usually quite hard to hear me at night, I tried my best to stay silent and I was sure that I hadn't whispered as loud.

Nyroc rubbed his eyes. "Don't worry, any slightest sound wakes me, it comes in handy when there are monsters attempting to get to Harry."

"Oh." I said, flushing. It was ridiculous to feel bad about it, actually.

Nyroc smiled. "I'm surprised Harry didn't wake me instead, he's usually trashing around all night."

I blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah." said Nyroc with a frown. "Most of his dreams aren't exactly demigod-like dreams, mind, but Luna says they're almost as bad."

"Which is saying a lot." I commented looking down at the boy. Poor Harry, it really wasn't fair for him to have to go through all this. The wizarding world took things a lot more seriously, it really made me have less and less respect for the gods and the way they did things.

I don't know how long we were sitting there, thinking about the war and simply relishing in the wonderful nighttime silence all children of the underworld love before Nyroc spoke up.

"How's things back in the demigod world?"

I stared. "Pardon?"

He looked a bit uncomfortable with this topic. "How's the war? I mean, we haven't really had any proper news since Alabaster showed up and told us the gods won The Second Titan War, but I heard something else happened while we were on break?"

It was odd. While our side was worried about the war —both the one with the giants and Gaia and the one between the camps— the demigods hiding in the wizarding world were completely isolated from all this.

"There's another war." I mumbled. I didn't particularly like this topic either. "Another prophecy. Again it makes it sound like we're all doomed."

"Any side prophecies?" he ventured. None of us particularly like to think about the Great Prophecies, they're always so misleading anyway.

"Three so far." I said. "The one Jason had—

Child of Lightning, beware the earth,
The giants' revenge the seven shall birth,
The forge and dove shall break the cage,
And death unleash through Hera's rage."

"Hera's rage." he muttered. "I can imagine. That prophecy seems pretty straightforward."

"Yeah." I agreed. That was exactly what happened anyway. "And then Mars —Ares— gave them this ridiculous one because he was too lazy and brainless to do any better—

Go to Alaska,
Find Thanatos and free him,
Come back by sundown on June twenty-fourth or die."

Despite the ridiculousness of that prophecy, Nyroc's smile was rather weak. He had been awfully worried those few weeks when his father went missing.

"There's one more." Nyroc said confusedly when I didn't say anything else.

I didn't like to think about that prophecy, because it made it hard for me to pretend Tartarus was just a dream, which I liked to do.

"It's... yeah... it's Annabeth's... no idea where she got it from actually... might have been from Ella (the book-loving harpy) or something..."

Nyroc looked a little impatient. I tried to remember the prophecy even though I didn't really want to.

"Well it's...

Wisdom's daughter walks alone,
The Mark Of Athena burns through Rome,
Twins snuff out the... the Angel's breath,
Who holds the key to endless death,
The giants' bane stands gold and pale,
Won through pain from a woven jail."

Neither of us spoke for awhile.

One reason I hated that reminder so much was because I kept thinking about how Percy and Jason had been forced to come and rescue me, and led to Percy and Annabeth falling into Taratarus.

"You don't have to be ashamed." said Nyroc, as if reading my mind, which he sometimes claimed he could. "You had just gone through Tartarus, anyone would've been scared."

He sounded too much like Jason when he said stuff like that. It was soothing, but anyone was easier to handle when they were more relaxed and nonchalant. I'm still not sure how I feel about them getting to know me so well, it makes me feel vulnerable after all these years of putting up a shield.

He seemed to read my mind again. "You can trust us, ya know?"

Nyroc got up and pulled the covers back over me. "Get some sleep. Harry's bringing you to Quidditch practice tomorrow."

Oh no. What on earth am I supposed to say to Harry when he finds out I can't even fly?