Author's Note

Thanks if you are reading this! I'm a total newbie, so let me know if I'm doing anything wrong. I'm only writing this for fun, so if you guys hate it, I'm just probably going to keep writing it anyway. Enjoy, and ignore my stupid mistakes!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, That is J. K. Rowling. Am I Rick Riordan? Nope. So Percy Jackson isn't mine either. Everything you recognize isn't mine!

Chapter 1

Everyday was the same in Camp Half-Blood. The weather, the activities... One might think it'd be interesting to fight hellhounds every other day, to have at least 5 people in the infirmary after a normal game of Capture the Flag. But to Nico, it got a little boring. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed camp. It was one of the only places that his dad wasn't screaming about how his sister was so much better than him, or he wasn't alone in a hotel. But still, after the two Titan Wars, it was quiet around camp. So, naturally, he wanted a new quest. He really didn't care what it was about. He wanted to do something else than sword fighting with the same campers, unarming them 9 times out of 10.

The next day offered that chance.

It was a normal, blindingly sunny day. The cool summer breeze came and went. Nico was reading "Battle Strategies For the Expert" at his favorite spot by the lake. It was his favorite because of the little willow tree there that provided excellent shade from the near constant sun. As he read about 'last resort' strategies, Percy ran up to him with his usual goofy grin on his face.

"Hey, Nico!" Percy began to pant, probably from running to the opposite side of the camp without a break. "Chiron... wants you... quest... WATER!" Suddenly Percy jumped into the lake, spraying Nico with water. He shook his damp hair, not really caring anyway. Eventually you learn that being Percy Jackson's best friend means getting soaked a lot. Kind of like being Nico's best friend meant getting creeped out a lot.

Percy's head popped out of the water. "Chiron's at the Big House now," he called. "Catch you later!" He ducked back under. Nico smiled. He was finally going to get a quest!

After walking to the Big House (it didn't seem worth it to drain his energy for shadow travelling,) he met Chiron outside.

"Come in, come in," Chiron welcomed, gesturing for him to come inside. Nico sighed as he entered the air-conditioned house. Chiron sat at the table inside, and Nico followed suit.

"As Percy probably told you, I have a quest I'd like you to take," he began. Nico nodded. "You see, we believe there are more demigods in England. They are at a certain spot in England, though. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Nico fought to keep his amusement concealed. "You may laugh now," Chiron told him, and Nico laughed hysterically.

"What is that, the demigod version of swine flu," he snorted.

Chiron continued. "Anyway, I would like for you to go to this school and hunt down these demigods. Hecate would grant you with magic until you could complete the quest, and you would completely blend in, as long as you stayed undercover."

"Wait. There are actual wizards?"

"Yes, hence the name 'Witchcraft and Wizardry.'"

"And I would be one?"

"If you accept the quest."

Nico thought for a moment. This would be an interesting quest. It wasn't like one of his dad's quests, where if you fail, you're sent to The Fields of Punishment for a month. It sounded easy too, and a nice change from 'sunshine land' here.

"I accept," Nico decided. "But one more thing."

"Costs are all covered, Mr. di Angelo."

"No, not that. Why'd you choose me to go on this quest? Percy is way more friendly than me. He'd have a better chance."

"I'm honestly not sure why. I suppose I thought it was just a good omen. Your name does mean 'angel of the victorious people,' does it not?"

"Yeah, I guess so, Nico concluded.

"Alright." Chiron shoved a huge bag of coins in his hands. "Here is your funds. That is a lot of money, mind, so keep it safe. You will buy your supplies tomorrow. Pack your stuff." Chiron pushed him outside, then slammed the door.

"Nice seeing you too," Nico muttered. Then he went off to pack.

Never again, Nico was thinking as he walked through Diagon Alley. Never again.

It had been complete mayhem coming to this Wizarding World. After Hecate had blessed him with magic using a hairbrush and a birthday hat (don't ask), Pretty much everyone in camp that he knew (which was a lot, surprisingly) had hugged him goodbye in some way before he left. Most awkward day ever. Annabeth was telling him to take a picture with his monster-tracking proof iphone of Hogwarts so she could see the architecture. Thalia was sorting through his luggage, laughing at nearly everything except the photo of Bianca and Nico at their old orphanage, and Bianca's last hunting bow she ever shot. The robes she was particularly amused of. Percy was going around saying his baby cousin was a wizard. Then, Leo thought it would be absolutely hilarious to cling on to him while he was shadow travelling so he could go too, just as the Stolls were trying to pickpocket him, just as Piper was trying to stop them. So they were all sent to Diagon Alley as Nico nearly passed out from the exhaustion of shadow travelling himself and four other people. Then they had to wait an hour for Nico to rest up since Mrs. O' Leary was visiting Cerberus in the Underworld (once again, don't ask) and Nico had dropped his luggage (a.k.a. money and ambrosia) out of shock when Leo grabbed him. It was not fun, if one couldn't tell. Now that he had finally returned them, eaten some ambrosia, and left, he was relieved. He had picked up all his supplies and books. Now all he needed was a wand.

Olivander's was dark, dusty, and mysterious. Nico's kind of place. The only problem was that is seemed empty of any owner. For a moment he had wondered if it was closed until he heard a voice whisper hello in the corner. He whipped around.

A man with snow white hair and large, protruding eyes had entered. He stared at Nico for a moment, then said, "Let's find you a wand."

Nico felt as if he had tried every wand in that store. Each one either set his hair on fire, knocked other wands off the shelves, or ripped the furniture. Nico knew that if this was his store, he'd be pissed. But that creepy old man would just mutter to himself and choose a new one.

"Oak and unicorn hair, 10 inches," Ollivander said, handing him another wand. Boom. he was wearing a dress.

"Ash and dragon heartstring, 8 inches." Crash. every noise he made sounded like a motorcycle.

"Birch and phoenix feather, 12 inches," he said, tossing it to Nico. It was a grayish-white color with little black cracks on the wood. Deciding it would be a flop like the rest, he gave it a hasty twirl.

All the shadows in the room intensified for a moment. Each on swirled to him, wrapping around his body, giving him power. He felt stronger than ever before, his energy level high. Then the the shadows snaked away again, making him feel normal again.

Smiling, Ollivander asked for 7 galleons. He paid and walked out, staring at his new wand.

Nico was perfectly fine in his compartment, alone, until scar-face, freckles, and Miss Bushy Big Head came in with a shy, nervous-looking boy. As he was finishing up "Battle Strategies for the Expert," he figured they would get the hint and leave him be. obviously big head had different plans.

"Who are you," she asked snobbily.

"It's rude to ask other people for their names without telling them yours," he replied, hoping she would take the hint. "But it's Nico di Angelo."

For a moment she was stunned. Then she gained her composure and said, "Hermione Granger. Who are your parents?"

"Maria di Angelo and... let's not discuss my dad."

"Where are they?"

"Dead." He didn't feel like explaining his dad.

The were silent until Hermione asked, "Why are you reading that violent book?"

Well, she's definitely not a demigod. Even the calmest, quietest half-blood knew that battle training was important, even if they didn't know their true identity.

"Self defence."

'But you won't need to defend yourself at Hogwarts!"

"Not with Harry around, anyway," freckles said, nudging scar-face.

"Shut up, Ron," he mumbled embarrassedly. At least their egos aren't all huge.

"I think that we can use any help we can get," Nico worded carefully, "Even though I've read this book about 10 times.

"Bleh," Ron said, he's a reader. Readers are always boring."

Nico gave him a death glare, so they he shut up. Then he turned to the quiet kid.

"Who are you?"

"Neville L-longbottom," he whimpered.

Poor guy. "Nice to meet you, Neville. And the rest of you?"

"Ronald Weasley, but you can call me Ron." Scar face stayed silent.

"How about you?"

He looked surprised. "Harry Potter." Then he winced, as if he expected Nico to make a big deal out of it or something. But all he said was, "Nice to meet you guys, too." Then, deciding he didn't want to talk anymore, he pulled out the copy of his book "Maiming Enemies in War Without Remorse" with the blood stain on it. That shut them all up for the rest of the trip.