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Nico's POV

We were headed down to the Slytherin common rooms and adjacent dorms, led by our house prefect. Seems I was to be stuck with these people (if you could even call them that) 24/7. Before we left the Great Hall, Dumbledore had us all stand and sing the school anthem. I say anthem, but only the words were set, we all chose our own tunes to sing it to. I barely mumbled, but those red-haired twins, Weasley's by the look of them, sang loudly to a slow funeral march, ending last. It was utter chaos. I just hoped I wouldn't have to share a room with Malfoy. I had only been here a few hours and I was already beginning to hate him. I'm an outcast here too, even in a school of freaks. Pull yourself together Nico. I had to stay focused, I was here for a reason. We stopped at the dungeons, as the prefect declared that passwords for the dungeon would change every term. This term it would be "pride". What a hubristic password. The common room was a long, low-ceilinged room, lit by the glow of several green-tinted lamps. The glow also seemed to emanate from the walls. How peculiar. Skulls littered the room, mounted on walls, sat in between the high-backed chairs and carved into the mantelpiece above the fireplace. Not too bad. The boy's dorms were opposite the girls, heading down into further darkness. The rooms themselves were spacious. The large beds had emerald drapes with silver embellishments and a snakewood frame. How fitting. I had not escaped Draco, all first year Slytherins shared a dorm (girls and boys separate), so I was stuck with him and his strangely muscular bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. Ignoring them, I opened my trunk to find a fresh pair of black pyjamas, courtesy of Hecate I presumed, like the rest of the contents. I quickly stripped myself of my robe and changed into these new pyjamas. They were soft and comforting, something I hadn't felt in a long time; but there was no time to dwell on that. I climbed into bed and sank into the pillows. I was so used to sleeping in the Fields of Asphodel or on the bank of the River Styx, that this felt strange, unnatural even. I just had to adjust, I would get used to it. Time flickered by, and the other boys had long drifted into the realms of Morpheus, filling the room with quaint snores. Eventually, sleep took me too, dragging me into a sea of darkness. Until I found myself resurfacing, almost immediately. I resurfaced and found myself walking out of a pair of glass doors and onto a porch. For a second, I was overcome by confusion, but then a series of images flooded my mind. It was several days worth of memories being fed directly into my brain: travelling with Minos, ending up in Geryon's ranch. It was like I had never left. Except I had, I must have done. I couldn't have dreamt all of that on my own. Suddenly a voice projected in my brain, like I could hear it but not with my ears, with my mind. Settle your thoughts, young demigod. Hecate. The events at Hogwarts were not a dream. We mustn't have Perseus or Minos discovering where I took you, so I have given you a Mistform body. Your body remains in the Slytherin dorms, but whilst you sleep, your consciousness will control your Mistform. Fear not, you will feel well-rested upon awakening, it will work like a usual sleep, only more special. When you are not inhabiting the Mistform, it will work on a sort of autopilot drawing decisions from your subconscious to avoid suspicions arousing. Do not mess this up or I will obliterate your chances of recovering Bianca. Well, goodbye young one, my success is riding upon you. I sighed, at least this way I can have a backup plan for retrieving Bianca. If I fail to trade Voldemort's soul, I can always use my original plan. I looked down at my arms to see a strange wispiness, clinging to them. I instinctively knew that it was the mist, and presumably that Minos would not be able to see it, only my body as it was before. The Mistform's memories came into sharper focus for me and I stepped further onto the porch. "Geryon, I won't wait for-". I froze when I saw them. Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Tyson. Anger flushed through me and I drew my was a beautiful blade and I had missed the balance of it. It was short, sharp and dark as midnight. Geryon snarled when he saw it. "Put that away Mr Di Angelo. I ain't gonna have my guests killin' each other."

"But thats-" I started to argue.

"Percy Jackson," Geryon interrupted. "Annabeth Chase. And a couple of their monster , I know."

"Monster friends?" Grover said indignantly.

"That man is wearing three shirts," Tyson declared, like he was just realising this. Sometimes I forget he's only a baby. His innocence did nothing to stop my anger though.

"They let my sister die!" My voice trembled with rage. "They're here to kill me!"

"Nico, we're not here to kill you," Percy raised his hands like he was trying to placate a frightened animal. That only worsened my anger. "What happened to Bianca was-" This was almost enough to make me snap.

"Don't speak her name! You're not worthy to even talk about her!"

"Wait a minute," Annabeth pointed at Geryon. How do you know our names?" The three bodied man winked at them.

"I make it my business to keep informed, darlin'. Everybody pops into the ranch from time to time. Everyone needs something from ole Geryon. Now, Mr Di Angelo, put that ugly sword away before I have Eurytion take it from you." Eurytion sighed, but he hefted his spiked club. At his feet, Orthus growled. I hesitated. That's when I noticed Percy surveying me. He was probably wondering why I looked so thin now, why my eyes were so clouded with hate. Let him wonder, let him suffer with his unanswered questions. If only he could feel the pain I felt. I was going to make him pay. Reluctantly, I sheathed my sword. "If you come near me, Percy, I'll summon help. You don't want to meet my helpers, I promise."

"I believe you." Percy said in earnest. I had hoped to threaten him, but when he looked at me, there was no fear, just sadness. Sadness and pity, directed at me. Geryon patted my shoulder, looking satisfied with the result.

"There, we've all made nice. Now come along, folks. I want to give you a tour of the ranch" He said, steering me off the porch, making sure to distance the other and I. Time must work differently here though, as I felt that tugging feeling as I ascended back to the waking world, to my physical body, just starting to stir, in time for the new day.

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