This is my very first fanfiction so please constructive criticism only please! If there's any mistakes with the spells or teachers tell me so I can correct them. Okay, Nico is 12 and everything HAS happened that happened in the heroes of Olympus, and i'm sorry Nico is so young, but just know that he's that age so he can join Hogwarts at a convenient time without the mist.

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own anything that may be seen as recognizable

A Welcome Letter

Third Person POV

As Nico wandered the large apartment above the store his father had bought in Knockturn Alley he wondered why his welcome letter was late. After he'd realized it was soon to be his first year at Hogwarts the blessed demigod had hurried to this dark shop in London a few weeks too early in the hopes of getting his letter sooner rather than later. That had been two weeks ago and Nico was tired of dealing with the shady figures coming into the shop and scoffing at the thought of a young boy running it in his fathers place. Nico had summoned the old shop owner and her being a poltergeist, made her sell the shady ingredients for him.

As a reward for his part in stopping the war and nearly killing himself in the process he had been granted magic along with his dark powers. Of course in return he had to go to Hogwarts where only Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Rubeus Hagrid, and Minerva McGonagall knew what he was to ensure nothing goes wrong. His quest there is to protect the boy who lived and stop Voldemort while destroying the Philosopher's Stone.

As he stopped to look out a window at Knockturn Alley he wasn't surprised to see many people still doing business in the wandlight at this ungodly hour. He glanced at a clock to see it was two minutes after midnight. The son of Hades turned around and walked back through the dark hallways, his hand resting on his stygian iron sword as he stalked back to his room. He blended in with the shadows and startled the house elf that had been gifted to Nico after the witch living here had finally passed on.

"Oh my lord! Is there anything you need, anything at all?" the tiny elf asked, his small form thin and dirty as he bowed.

The Ghost King just shook his head and told the small figure not unkindly, "No, if you bow any lower your nose might just brush the ground. Come now, stand up Ratchet!" The house elf stood up quickly and started rambling apologies as the thin demigod tried to hide his irritation. He waved off the tiny elf, too tired to deal with its groveling.

The hallways were dark and dirty, just like everything else in this godforsaken place and Nico wrinkled his nose as he opened the door to his room. Nico sighed as he sat down on the soft bed of his considerably large room. He fumed that his first good night of sleep would be interrupted by his friends IMing him and interrupting his rest. Suddenly an alarm went off, signaling someone entering the shop a floor below. He was to distracted to safely summon the poltergeist and decided to go down himself. He pushed himself to his feet as he glided through the hallways in the dark, stepping over the creaking third step and silently striding into the main room. He saw two men with white-blonde hair standing in his father's dark shop. One was probably around Nico's age, if not younger. His cheek was bright red with a slight bruise forming on the cheekbone, clearly showing he'd been hit mere seconds before.

"I don't appreciate actions of violence in my store," Nico says, startling the two as he appeared behind the counter. The only thing intimidating about him is his voice as he stood there, he being as thin and insubstantial as the shadows from the dim wand light.

"Ah, and may I ask where the actual landlord happens to be?" the older man, presumably the boys father asked, looking down his nose at Nico with a look of contempt on his sharp features.

"You see, the real landlord happens to have better things to do than deal with this dump of a store and his son. You will do business with me, or leave. I don't particularly care either way," Nico answered. As he leaned against the counter he examined the two more closely and could see faded bruises on the younger ones face. The older one was thin with a cruel smirk that seemd to be engraved into his weasel-like face. The boy around Nico's age was almost a carbon copy of his father, add a smirk and about a foot of hight and the two would be indecipherable.

"You are lucky I don't do just that for your impertinence boy. In fact, the only reason I'm still here is I need that jar of hellfire. I will inform you I am a powerful pureblood family, a Malfoy no less and you will treat me with respect." Nico looked at the jar he gestured at. Among shreds of dementors and other disgustingly dark ingredients for potions there was a line of the black hellfire. He plucked a jar off the shelf and slid it across the counter.

"Two galleons," he told the elder Malfoy, watching him pocket the dangerous material. Malfoy handed the demigod the two golden coins and Nico pocketed them, before he waved his hand in dismissal as a skeleton that had been sitting by the door the whole time stood up and held the door open for the two Malfoys. He watched the boy edge away from the skeleton while the father just swept out the door, his robe making him look much more imposing than the weak man really is.

As soon as Nico made it to his room again he was asleep the second his head hits the plush pillows.

~ Dream Land line break ~

Nico was jolted from his strange dreams by a hooting of an owl as a letter was dropped through his window along with the Daily Prophet. Ignoring the prophet he bent down and plucked the thick letter from the ground before paying the owl and walking out into the hallway.

Now that the sun was up the hallway managed to look even worse. He tried to ignore the piles of trash left from the previous owner as he stepped into the kitchen. The breakfast on the table looked surprisingly good and as Nico sat down the house elf appeared looking to ask his master if he needed anything. Before he could Nico shushed the elf and told him, "Ratchet, I want to find at least the hallway spotless by the time I get back today. Do not touch anything in the front room, and leave the poltergeist in charge of the store." Ratchet, the tiny house elf nodded before scurrying off to follow his master's order.

As Nico nibbled on a piece of bacon he looked over the letter from Hogwarts. As he read over the items he needed to buy today he finished the bacon and half a piece of toast before sipping some tea as he looked over the prophet. With nothing of interest in the Daily Prophet Nico stood up and went back to his room to change into some clean clothes.

After changing into a shirt with dancing skeletons on it that he'd gotten from Percy for his birthday and a fresh pair of jeans he grabbed his new jacket he'd gotten after the old one was shredded. He shadow traveled into an alley off to the side of Gringotts. He hardly staggered and just leaned on a nearby wall waiting for the slight wave of dizziness to pass.

After straightening up he entered the bank and asked to go to his vault. As he stepped into one of the rickety carts he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the stomach flipping ride. He hurriedly got out and stepped into his vault. He bent down and picked up a handful of the golden coins from one of the nearby stack. He snatched up some sickles along with the galleons as he stepped out of the full vault. He stepped back into the cart and left without a backwards glance.

As he walked out of the wizard bank with the galleons and the few sickles in his pockets he glanced at his list and stepped into the nearest shop which just so happened to be the owl emporium. After a quick glance around he saw an owl that wass so dark in color and friendly towards Nico he decided to buy it instead of asking his father for an owl.

After carrying the black owl back into the light he bought his books and the ridiculous robes that the students had to wear. Finishing that he stepped into the ancient and dirty wand shop.

As he stepped over the doormat a boy with unruly black hair and emerald green eyes ran into Nico and Nico almost dropped his new owl and the books. After flashing the boy his famous death glare he saw a lightening scar on the boys forehead. Trying to ignore the sickening feeling in his stomach he heard the boy say, "My fault. Anyways, I'm Harry Potter." Harry held out his hand and Nico shook his hand, dropping his hand as soon as Harry let him pull away.

"Nico Di Angelo," Nico told Harry. A giant of a man came by and Nico struggled to find a good reason to stay. Deciding instead to get away before he had to meet someone else and he politely told Harry goodbye and stepped further into the musty old store.

He wrinkled his nose and glanced around as he walked forward. A man as ancient as the wand in the window walked over from where he'd been setting some fallen boxes back on shelves. "Ah yes, another Hogwarts student I presume? Very well, lets get you a wand. Which side is your wand hand?" the old man said.

"I'm left handed," Nico answered truthfully, his writing arm and sword arm being opposite. Before Nico could react Mr. Ollivander had handed him a stick. After saying some nonsense words and telling Nico to give it a wave nothing happened. After trying two more wands with similar results the man handed Nico a wand and said, "Thirteen inches, poplar wood, thestral hair, ungiving."

Nico waved the wand and this time a soft glow appears at the tip of the wand, nothing monumental, but the fact that the glow seemed to take all other color from anywhere near it was odd. That odd glow freaked Nico out and he payed as fast as he could and all but ran out of the stuffy old store.

Deciding to get something extra to read Nico stepped back into a book store only to see the boy who came into the store last night. The bruise that had been forming on his face last night was gone, obviously magicked away.

"Oh hey, you're that Malfoy right?" Nico asked him, even though he already knew the answer.

"Ya, Draco Malfoy. Pleased to meet you," Draco responded.

"Nico Di Angelo."

"I didn't know you were going to Hogwarts this year," Draco told Nico, staring at the pale boy.

"Likewise, what a coincidence. Doing some shopping for school supplies?" Nico asked, his dark eyes searching for any signs of the faded bruises from last night and finding none.

Draco snorted. "I got my supplies days ago, my father and I were just in the area and I decided to see if I could meet the famed 'boy who lived'." Draco had said the last part with a nocking tone, but his eyes showed a flicker of envy.

"Oh, you mean Harry Potter? He's nothing but a stick of a boy. I'd be amazed if he even knew how to hold a wand," Nico told Draco, attempting to break the ice and possibly make an acquaintance before the school year started.

Draco smiled thankfully at Nico before turning to leave. "I've got to go back to my father, don't want to be late. I'll see you at Hogwarts?"

"See you at Hogwarts." Nico turned to leave, pleased that he'd become acquainted with Draco. With a smile gracing the corners of his mouth Nico couldn't help but wish September first would come a lot faster than it had been coming before.

A/N: Okay, I'm sorry if you don't like my take on Draco's relationship with his father, or if Nico is really OOC. I'll try to make this better in the future.

Until then, R&R please.