Hi all! I know that I really shouldn't be starting a new fanfic at the moment, but an awesome plot bunny attacked me. Gosh, those plot bunnies are vicious! This one wouldn't leave me alone so here you go! New fanfiction time! But I'm sure you don't want to read my drabbles. Story time! 'jumps up and down and claps her hands'

Disclaimer: I do not own PJ or HP.

Nico's POV:

Chapter 1: The dream

"Later Perce," I called out to my cousin, who was heading towards his own cabin.

"'Night Nico," my dark-haired cousin hollered back. I sleepily approached my obsidian-made cabin (created by, yours truly). I entered the gloomy cabin and shed my favorite aviator jacket and shimmied into a gray tank to and black sweatpants and crawled into bed. Normally, after a dinner and a campfire, I wasn't usually this tired. But after my roast turkey dinner (don't ask), the tryptophan was starting to take effect. I clapped my hands and my already dim cabin was plunged into darkness. It wasn't long after that, that sleep overcame me.

I blearily opened my eyes to find that I was in a place that I instantly recognized as the underworld. I was wearing my camp tee shirt from earlier, dark jeans, and my aviator jacket. It seems that, even in my dreams, I still ended up wearing that jacket. It only took me a moment to realize that the polluted, winding black river, I was standing next to was the River Styx.

"Hello my son," an eerily familiar voice said from behind me.

I winced slightly and turned to face the voice, "Hey dad," I said with fake confidence. He looked the same as ever. The slightly Goth McJagger clothes made him stand out from the other gods. I normally wouldn't be this nervous around him, but ever since I helped Percy escape his 'prison' we haven't exactly been on good terms.

"How's Percy doing?" he said bitterly. I knew that he hated my cousin. "Still alive?"

"Yeah." I said simply. "So," I started. "Why am I here exactly?" I said, finally voicing the one question that had been thriving in the back of my mind since I got here.

Hades laughed dryly. "Always were one to get right to the point, weren't ya? But enough about that," he said getting to the point. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

I cocked an eyebrow. "A favor?" I repeated. The last time I did him a favor ended up in Percy getting kidnapped.

He nodded. "There is one, who has constantly eluded death. One, who must perish at all costs."

Now I was getting interested. "Who is this?"

He paused for dramatic effect. "Tom Marvolo (I had to stop myself from snickering at the odd name) Riddle, better known as Voldemort."

That time I did snicker. Okay I laughed. "Out of all the names in the world, he goes with Voldemort!?"

Dad nodded seriously. "It's French. For 'the Flight of Death.'" I stopped laughing. This sounded serious. "This dark wizard-"

"Wait, wait, wait." I cut in. "Did you say wizard?!"

Hades sighed in exasperation. "Yes I said wizard. Many eons ago, Hecate experimented in giving a select group of mortals mystical powers. These people were called sorcerers and sorceresses. The result was a success. Those mortals succeeded in not revealing themselves and their abilities to any non-sorcerer. Although, it was not meant to be a permanent thing.

"Hecate expected that, over time, that their powers would vanish. Unfortunately, she was wrong. Those mortals' powers remained and their abilities were given to their children. Over time, the sorcerer's began to prosper and start a government. Now, more than half of the human population are, what are now called, witches and wizards. Some are good, some are evil. If you haven't already figured this out by now, Tom is an evil wizard. He strives to live forever and conquer the wizard, and human, race. You must stop him. Any questions?"

I just stood there, stunned at the information that I had just received. "Erm, two, actually." He nodded as if to say, 'Go right ahead.' "First off, do any of the wizards know about the gods? Or demigods?"

He shook his head. "No clue at all."

"Second of all," I continued, "How do you expect me to stop him?

He sighed. "That's where it gets complicated," He looked me directly in the eye. "Son, I'm going to need you to attend a magic school."

My eyes widened in shock. "But I'm not a wizard. How am I supposed to attend a magic school when I don't have any magic?!"

"Hecate has agreed that Voldemort is a problem and has decided to fashion you a wand. This wand will contain magic even if you don't have any." He pulled out a stick from his back pocket. "Eleven inches, made from a Birch Tree with the hair of a thestral." I took the sti-er wand from him. I could sense the amount of power that it contained. "Now son," he said. "Here's what I want you to do. I want you to find out as much as you can about Voldemort and his weaknesses. There are children there that are the kids of his followers called Death Eaters. Befriend some of them and see if you can get inside information. Or you can befriend a group of three, sometimes known as the Golden Trio, who also wants to destroy Tom and have defeated him many times."

I looked up from my wand. "Are you sure that I can do this?"

He placed his deathly cold hand on my shoulder. "Positive. You are my son, after all." I nodded. He smiled. "Hecate has asked one of her children to help you collect everything that you need and transport you there." The little color of the underworld started to fade away, as did my father. "Good luck." He said before everything went black.

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