Hello again! This is DarkMoonRising13, and you are back, which means you liked the first chapter enough to read the second.

I'm still not sure what the PJO timeline will be, as I can't decide what age I want Nico to be, but the HP timeline is at the beginning of The Order of the Phoenix. I'm thinking maybe post-Gaia? Anyway, this chapter will still be Nico's POV, but I'm thinking that the next chapter will be Harry's? Again, just a maybe. No guarantees.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Harry Potter, or the characters. These belong to J. K. Rowling and Rick Riordan respectively. The only thing I own is the plot line, and maybe some OCs.

But you're not here to listen to me ramble, so, that being said, let's get back to the story!

Nico's POV

Nico walked apprehensively into the living room of the Big House. Pictures of demigods decorated the walls, along with several weapons. Nico took this all in at the same time his attention was drawn toward the center of the room, where a black shimmering mist was hovering in the air, seemingly waiting for something. Or someone.

Nico hesitantly approached the mist, which seemed like a sort of version of IMing. He almost jumped when he saw his father's face peering out of the mist. This, of course, was justified, as Hades was the Master of Death Glares, as well as the Lord of the Underworld and God of the Dead and Riches.

Nico bowed before his father and said,

"Greetings father. Why is it that you have called me?" he asked.

"Nico, my son. I have a task for you," Hades replied. Nico raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Really? What is it?" Nico asked.

"The specifics for why will be disclosed only to you later. As for the general mission, you will be going to a foreign school in England," Hades told him.

"England? But–"

"Don't interrupt me. Now, this is a school for magic. Of course, you know of the wizard-folk, I assume?"

"Well, n–" Nico tried to say, the Lord of the Dead cutting across him like he hadn't spoken.

"Good. Chiron shall inform you of the general information needed for you to infiltrate the school and how to conceal your identity. You will come to my palace once you are done. I expect you promptly." Hades looked at Nico with eyes that flashed like a madman's before waving his hand, dissipating the mist, his image vanishing, leaving Nico with more questions than when he walked in with. Chiron sighed, scuffing the floor with a hoof.

"It seems that I have much explaining to do, Nico. Hades is not known for his excellent explaining skills," Chiron said, looking at the raven haired teen before him.

"Yes Chiron, I am quite confused. If you could explain to me what exactly he meant about wizards and magic," Nico replied to the old, bearded centaur.

"Oh course my boy. What Lord Hades meant by that is mortals blessed by Hecate, the goddess of magic. She gave ancient mortals magic as reward, and they created a widespread community, most major events centered around Europe and Asia. The descendants of these people are called witches and wizards, and use wands to perform will be going to their most famous school, a very prestigious academy. I have met the headmaster, and I personally find him very wise and engaging. But of course, we are both educators and that may not be of interest to you, young Nico." Nico stared at Chiron for a moment then said,

"So, witches and wizards are real, and they have wands and broomsticks and everything?" Nico asked somewhat incredulously.

"That is correct. However, there are fewer magic folk here than other places, which is why it has not been relevant. Until now. As I understand it, your father wishes you to infiltrate Hogwarts, and–" Chiron was interrupted by Nico.

"Hogwarts? Seriously? They couldn't find a better name for it?" The teenager was cracked up, a sight that slightly concerned Chiron, as he was rarely seen to even smile, much less laugh.

"No really, though. Hogwarts!" Nico continued laughing for a while, but when he finally stopped, he was looking serious.

"So," he said, frowning. "I have to infiltrate a school for magic kids, with teachers who are most likely very powerful, perceptive, and don't like or mistrust strangers. Is that right?"

"Yes," Chiron admitted. "Of course, if your father didn't think it was necessary for you to go, I would just leave it alone, but he seems set on this course." Nico sighed, his shoulders drooping ever so slightly.

"Yes. That is certainly the feeling I got from him." There must be something big happening, or else he wouldn't be so…abrupt about an important mission. Aloud he said, "I suppose he is very busy, and doesn't trust an average zombie to do it for him."

"Yes, that is most likely it," Chiron said, nodding. "It is a rather complicated mission, after all."

"Yes. By the way, I assume I will need to know some things about their world, so as to seem less suspicious, since I will be a new student?" Nico asked the old centaur.

"Yes, I will give you some general information, as well as some specifics for school," he replied.

A thought suddenly occurred to Nico. "Will I have to take classes?" he asked, somewhat panicked. Chiron chuckled.

"Yes, Nico, unfortunately that will be necessary." Nico groaned in anticipation of the long, grueling hours he would have to spend on schoolwork.

"Don't worry too much about it. I believe I have some tips to help you," Chiron reassured the black clad boy. It didn't work.

For the next half hour or so, Chiron informed Nico about the different Houses at Hogwarts, the classes, the uniforms(Nico was glad that they were mostly black), the portraits, the moving staircases, and many other things found in Hogwarts(he conveniently left out the ghosts). Then, for another half hour, he told Nico the general overview of the last twenty years in the wizarding world, including the rise and fall of Lord Voldemort, and how the current peaceful times were being interrupted by rumors of the Dark Lord returning, and slight confusion surrounding the events at Hogwarts last school term. So Nico knew all about Harry Potter and how he had cheated death when he was a baby, and how Voldemort would do anything to kill him. Nico already had a shrewd idea about what his father wanted. As Nico packed up and got ready to shadow travel to the UNderworld, someone poked their head through the open cabin door. It was Annabeth.

"Hey Nico. I heard your father wanted you to go on a really long mission, and came to say goodbye," the blonde said to Nico.

"Thanks. I'll be gone for a while. Maybe the whole school year" he replied

"What? But that's so long! We'll miss you."

"Yeah. Sorry. Orders are orders."

"Hmm." Annabeth's piercing gray eyes seemed to bore into his very soul before she said,

"Well, I had better get back to the game, or else PErcy will accidentally shoot our allies."

The pair chuckled at their friend and how he was hopeless when he was having fun, and Annabeth headed toward the door.

"Well Nico, wherever you're going, I hope you find some friends." With a mysterious smile she slipped outside to rejoin the balloon battle that had escalated to a full scale war. As Nico watched, she snuck up behind Jason and dumped a bucket of paint on top of him. He tried to get her with his balloons, but she was holding a pack of water bottles, and Percy used the water to drag her to safety.

What did she mean about friends? Nico wondered as he continued to pack. Why would I make friends?

Nico finished packing, and throwing his black duffel bag over his shoulder and double checking that he had his skull ring, he headed to the woods where he would depart for his father's palace. As he stepped into the inky black shadows and let them take him away, he couldn't stop thinking about what Annabeth had said earlier about friends. Which was why he wasn't paying attention, and fell into a box of Underworld dirt and glittering, jeweled plants.

"Dang it," he muttered, brushing off his black jeans. "Persephone is not going to be happy."

Nico looked around and sighed.

"Good old Underworld," he muttered. The air was filled with acrid smoke, the cavernous ceiling above dripping with stalactites, and screams of agony from the Fields of Punishment echoed through the palace Nico had appeared in. Nico approached the huge double doors to the throne room, doors that were morbidly decorated with all different skulls and bones arranged in fancy patterns. The doors were guarded by skeletons, two US Marines. As Nico approached them, the doors swung open to reveal a large room of black obsidian and a throne of bones in the center. A smaller, prettier throne sat beside it, made of black obsidian inlaid with gold in the shape of a flower. Only one of the thrones was occupied.

"Father." Nico di Angelo bowed before the Lord of the Dead.

"Rise, my son," the god intoned, also rising from his throne of bones. "I assume you are wondering why I am sending you all the way to Europe? Of course you are," he continued, answering his own question. "For you to understand, I must first ask you, has Chiron informed you of the current and past events involving a certain Tom Riddle and Harry Potter?" This time he waited for Nico to nod before continuing.

"Good. Now, I have invited a guest to more fully explain things. Be polite, not sarcastic. I'm serious. He is not to be taken lightly."

"Yeah, yeah," Nico replied, rolling his eyes. "Just bring him in." But the deity that entered was not what he was expecting at all. He had dark, polished skin, beautiful honey gold eyes, and flowing black hair down to his shoulders. His wings, in all different shades of blue, black, and purple, glimmered in the torchlight. He was what people imagined angels to look like, timeless, perfect, distant. No mortal would guess that the deity standing before them was death.

Thanatos spoke, his voice rich and melodic. "Ah, young Nico di Angelo. A pleasure."

"Lord Thanatos," Nico replied, for once respectful.

"Your father has called you here for a task vital to the Underworld, and the cycle of life and death." Nico raised his eyebrows at this, surprised, It must be a really big deal.

"We, or I, wish for you to inspect and observe the possible future Master of Death, and if he is worthy of the title." Thanatos told him, his deep voice echoing through the throne room of black obsidian.

Nico was shocked. "Master of…Death?" he finally managed to get out.

"Yes." This time it was his father who replied, nodding gravely as he continued.

"His name… is Harry Potter."

The end!

I'm sorry this might be a little late, but writing takes a lot longer than I expected. Thank you for being patient with me, and with all the weird formatting/grammer errors I probably made.

I have decided that the next chapter will only have some of Harry's POV, but not most of it. Most of it will still be Nico, since I still have to lay down the groundwork.

See you next time!

DarkMoonRising — Out

(P.S. I decided on the PJO timeline! You have to read the next chapter when it comes out to find out! Bwahahahaha! #evilauthor)