Chapter One

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Summary:

The wizards have a prophecy, a very important one, no shit. And so, of course, they asked for help from the professionals at handling phrophecies- the Greek world. And guess who has to go on a long-term mission to ensure the prophecy runs smoothly? Naturally, it's their youngest experienced demigod. And maybe, perhaps, he would be reunited with someone he has long forgotten...

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, nor do I own Harry Potter.

We are going to start this story at a distant point in the past, way back before Harry Potter's time, before the first reign of Lord Voldemort, and before the moment where Tom Riddle first set foot on Hogwarts…

Deep in the forests of England, a ten-year-old Tom Marvolo Riddle plunged through the stunted coppices and hacked at the misshapen thickets of the dark woodland.

He didn't care for the thorned brambles which scratched at his delicate, exposed skin, leaving red, raw marks on the pale flesh, nor did he care for the acrid, cold air which scorched his lungs and burnt the back of his throat, all he wanted– all he could think of – was to put as much distance between him and those ...those annoying, ignorant, disgusting, lowly life forms.

What was the deal with them, anyways?

Forcing him to go on this supposedly "fun" and "educational" trip to the sea, even though he knows that no one wants him to be there.

And then not batting an eye at the other kids who shoved him into the cold seawater, who spat at him and called him a freak, laughing as he tried to wring out the saltwater from his clothes.

It was their fault, wasn't it?

They were the ones who started it, weren't they?

So why was he the one punished and spanked, in front of all the others, while they weren't?

Why was he always the one who they humiliated?

Why was it always so unfair?

...

I'm alone.

Tom stopped in his tracks, right in the middle of a moonlight-filled clearing.

I'm alone.

Tom realized for the thousandth time.

There's no one else out there in the world for me.

He forcefully swallowed back the sob rising up in his throat. But his eyes betrayed him as they filled up with tears.

Stop it.

He told himself.

You are beneath this.

A single streak made out of a child's pain, loneliness, and innocence made its way down his cheek, finally dropping down onto the forest ground.

He watched the soil absorb it.

You are beneath this!

He told himself, firmly this time.

He was angry, but this time with himself, for being so pathetic, weak, and helpless, the very kind of people he hates, with a passion.

But, really, who could blame him?

After all, he is just a ten-year-old child who has no one in the world to cling to in the end.

Then, he stood there for a while, indulging himself in the serenity of the forest, and allowing himself to calm down and restore his mental fortitude.

He kept his head bowed, watching the silver moonlight spill across the forest floor and the dancing shadows of the many leaves and branches towering over his head. He could hear the clear chirping of crickets, which seemed to emit from all four sides, even though no one ever seems to see the crickets. He watched as a small beetle wove its way across his sight through the weeds and leaves blanketing the soil.

He started to lift his boot over the insect, aiming to crush it into the ground.

When he heard the unmistakable sound of a dry leaf crinkling under the weight of a single shoe.

He nearly snapped his neck while turning towards the source of the sound.

Who was it? He thought wildly. Was it someone from the orphanage? How? How did they manage to get so close without me detecting them?

No... more importantly, did they see his little breakdown...?

He has never shown his weak side to anyone, ever.

No... anyone who sees this side of him... must cease to exist to tell the tale.

He strode briskly towards the direction of the intruder, he was angry, yet wary of who it was. Then, he stopped in his tracks as a pair of coal black eyes peeked out at him from behind a tree.

A young boy stepped away from the tree and into the luminescent clearing, his dark eyes peering up at Tom nervously.

The first thing Tom had remembered of the boy was how black his eyes were, and yet somehow, they held a certain warm and otherworldly aura. Like…. like somehow they are out of this world, or, some might even say, godly.

However, at the same time, they practically shone of purity and innocence, as if they were still unaware of the cruelty of the world, or the unfairness of the fates, as if they had been sheltered from everything, which, of course, at that point of time, they had.

It didn't take long for Tom to realize that this boy was different from the rest.

Like him.

But he didn't have time to ponder about that for now.

It was time for a confrontation.

Nico di Angelo stirred, shaking off the leaves that have gathered on him. He yawned quietly and sat up, feeling disoriented. As he reached up a hand to disentangle the leaves from his dark curls, he looked around to discern his surroundings.

It was dark, and creepy, he decided.

His next thought was," Bianca...?'

The older girl was nowhere to be found, nor was his mama.

Then, Nico finally recalled the string of events leading up to this:

Mama was bringing them on a trip to somewhere new, she called it the 'New world'. It was Nico's first time leaving his home, so he was excited. Then, on the way, they stopped at England, to visit a friend of nono's. Then, after dinner, he went out to explore the woods behind the mansion, of course, Bianca came with him to make sure he didn't get lost. Of course, that turned out to be for naught.

While Bianca was drawing sketches of some flowers, Nico grew bored and impatient, then, he saw a pure white figure among the trees, it looked like a horse, but Nico knew it had to be something else. He slowly wandered near it, and was transfixed by the creature.

It's pretty, he thought.

But the closer the got to the creature, the further it seemed to shy away.

Impatiently, Nico ran towards it, and the creature started to gallop away in turn.

"Wait up, horsey!"

He was intent on trying to catch the creature, trotting through the forest as fast as he can, and widening the distance between him and Bianca at the same time.

Before he knew it, he was out of breath, and totally, and utterly lost.

Defeated and exhausted, Nico slumped against a thick tree trunk and slid onto the forest floor. The sky was getting dark, and after running for so long, Nico was sleepy.

He curled up on the mossy blanket, taking comfort in the shadows sheltering him, and fell asleep.

By the time the mystical creature arrived beside his curled up form, and stood guard against any horrors the dark forest would have, Nico was already too deep in the embrace of Morpheus to notice.

Nico knew that he was lost, lost in this unfamiliar forest in the middle of the night, without his older sister by his side.

He started worrying that Mama and Bianca will become worried about him, and start searching for him and get lost as well.

Also, he was hungry.

Nico had gotten to his feet just when he heard a loud rustle in the trees, which sounded like something was headed his way, and fast.

Turning around, Nico quickly hid behind a large walnut tree.

It might be Bianca or Mama, but it also might be a large scary monster.

He heard the thing stop somewhere behind him.

Leaning against the tree, he slowly turned around and peeked out.

What he saw wasn't a huge monster, nor was it Mama or Bianca.

It was a boy.

The boy was standing with his head bowed, the moonlight streaming down his mass of dark hair, intertwining between each lock, then it pooled over his shoulders and spilled to the forest ground. His fists were clenched.

Nico's eyes widened.

It's beautiful, he thought.

Nico stared at the stranger for a while, entranced.

Then he got shook out of his stupor when the boy started crying.

Nico realized that he was trespassing on a private moment, and decided that it was better to leave.

That's when his shoe stepped on one of the many fallen leafs in the forest.

The loud sound even made Nico cringe, and he knew that the boy had heard it too.

Nico decided that he should own up to his own actions, and stepped away from the tree, meeting the other boy's eyes nervously.

Thanks for visiting the first chapter of my story, the next chapter should be put up soon, as my finals have just ended.

Please review, even if it's just for criticism, I would be glad to accept any advice.

Bye for now, then.

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