Chapter 1

This story is tied into my one called Appollo and Daphne slightly, but it still stands alone. This was also written for my friend's birthday, it was based on some drawings she had, that weren't necessarily about this couple. I wish I could show them to you because they were really good, but I can't sorry. L Hope you like the story, and watch out for MAJOR fluff!

Nico tumbled onto the grass, as he re-entered the world after his recent shadow travel. He growled, as he spit out grass from his mouth. Nico got up and kicked the ground is absolute distance. His travel shadow trip had been bumpy, and it certainly didn't help that he was in a bad mood. Nico did not want to be here, he would rather be anywhere but here, which he told his father, but no! Hades was the king of the underworld, so anything he says goes. Even when Nico tried to fight, father called the harpies to grab him and force him into the shadows.

Nico turned, and found his knapsack that his step mother Persephone had oh-so-graciously packed for him. She had seemed the happiest out of everyone for Nico's unfortunate situation. Nico doubted it, but he still checked the bag for any poisons or evil plants that his step mother might have planted in his bag. He bit down on his teeth in disgust when he opened his bag. No weapons, no ambrosia, not even any drachma for any Iris messages! It was if his father suspected that he would call someone for help- which he probably would have, forget his pride he was desperate! What was worse, underneath a pile of clothes, he found a bunch of textbooks. It was enough to make him throw up. He found a small box with a long stick in it. At his current state it took a great deal of self control not to snap the stick in two. Nico fell back in annoyance. How had this even started? Oh right, he had gotten in trouble with the Olympians, and his father had decided enough was enough. Nico sat down, his back resting against a tree, as he recounted the story.

"AGAIN NICO?! This has to be at least the seventh time this month! This week!"

Nico winced at his father booming voice, as he echoed through the entire underworld.

"No reason to be so loud." Nico mumbled under his breath, since he didn't dare say something like that to his father.

Nico sat before his father's throne, handcuffed to the chair, which was completely unnecessary, it's not like it would do any good against Nico if he really wanted to escape. The three harpies were behind him, the one Percy had called, Mrs. Dodd's, standing a few feet behind him, with; Nico was sure, a smirk on her face. Persephone stood beside his father, supposedly calming his angry mood. It looked more to Nico that she was enjoying every moment of this. Nico caught her eye, and he saw the slight happy fire in her eyes, as if Nico was getting exactly what he disserved. "Great" Nico thought. "Even the gardener's against me."

If Hades heard his earlier remark, he didn't care, it's not like he could get any angrier. He was practically burning. His armrests on his chair was smoking, and singing like his father's hands were acid to it. Nico could see the souls in his father's cloak screaming for escape.

"First it was Dionysus, complaining that you destroyed his best olive orchard, next it was Artemis, complaining that you turned AT LEAST FIVE of her hunters against her!"

"Hey, there I'm innocent!"Nico jumped out of his seat. "They fell in love with me, not the other way around; you can't blame me for that! I didn't even do anything!"

"DO NOT INTERUPT ME BOY!" his father snapped. Nico sank back in his seat. "These are only the beginnings of the comments I've been getting from you boy." Hades snapped his fingers, and one of the harpies flew towards him, carrying a stack of papers. Hades took it from her, and she sat above him upon his throne. Nico quickly noted his way of possible escape. His father ruffled through the stack of papers, which was thicker than he expected. "Last week, you stole the bow and arrows of Eros. Two days later, I receive a message that Apollo's old love Daphne has suddenly been freed, and they're having their wedding in two months!"

"How was that a bad thing?"

"I DISPISE WEDDINGS!" Hades growled. "What could have possibly possessed you to do such a thing anyway?"

Nico shrugged. "It was my sister Hazel's birthday. She heard the story was upset by it, and she wanted a happy ending."

Hades snarled at his son. "You are far to caring to be a son of Hades." Nico said nothing. Nico was personally wondering why Apollo would invite his father to their wedding anyway. Sure Apollo was no Athena, but seriously, inviting the god of death to your wedding? Yeah, that's a great omen. No wonder Daphne hadn't wanted to see Apollo when the first saved her.

Of course it was then that Persephone decided to step in and say something. "The boy is far too disobedient and head strong for his own good." Nico scoffed at that, while she glared at him. She returned her attention to her husband. "If this is how he is now, how will he be in the future? He is just over sixteen, what happen if he gets to headstrong for his own good, and decides to betray you my lord?"

"That won't happen." Nico objected, but he didn't bother trying to defend himself. He could already see that Persephone had won over his father. god's how he hated that woman.

"What do you suggest my queen?" Hades asked. Nico had to keep himself from spitting at the word, "my queen."

Persephone smiled. "Actually I was talking to Hecate not too long ago. She was telling me of that other organization like the two camps. You remember it, don't you Hades? The one in England?" Hades thought for a moment, then his eyes widened as he remembered.

Nico frowned. Another place like the two camps? As far as he knew, there was only camp half-blood and camp Jupiter. Where else was there? "What are you talking about?" Nico asked.

Persephone turned to him, a fake smile upon her lips. "It's a place in England. It was first created by Hecate. The structure of the place is more like the roman camp, people not separated by their godly parent. Most if not all of the children there are descendants of half bloods, and there are few actual half bloods. There are few who know of their true lineage, and simply consider themselves magic users."

"Half bloods using magic?" Nico asked.

"Yes, instead of being taught to fight like you, these children are taught to use the arts of Hecate."

Nico was starting to feel uneasy. So far, it didn't sound too bad. Sure, he wasn't the hugest fan of Hecate's abilities, but he didn't hate them. This camp didn't sound too bad, defiantly not what he expected from Persephone. There had to be a catch.

"I suggest sending Hades there for about 2 months. The instructors there are quiet efficient, and I'm sure will do well in teaching the boy how to act."

Nico immediately tensed up. 2 MONTHS? No, that was not going to do. Nico never stayed in one place for more than 2 weeks, not 2 Months! "Um, father, for 2 month? Isn't that a bit long? I mean, won't Percy and the others might need my help fighting the giants, and..."

Hades waved off the suggestion. "Your sister Hazel will be efficient enough. I agree with Persephone's plan. Nico di Angelo, you are hereby sentenced to 2 months of confinement in the halls of Hogwarts." Hades smashed down his hand, and an echoing boom, sounded in the room.

Nico took some deep breaths trying to calm himself down. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? I was still a camp after all. He wasn't good at meeting new people, but he could manage to avoid everyone for most of the time, no one would care if he missed camp story time to go talk to dead skeletons, or ditch school to go on trips with his hellhound that his father had given him for his birthday.

Nico took a deep breath, before he spoke again. "So the camp is in England right? Where in England?"

Persephone looked at him, and smiled, sending shivers down Nico's spine. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm afraid you misunderstand boy. The place we're sending you isn't a camp."

Nico frowned. "If it's not a camp what is it?" Persephone's smile grew and Nico wished he hadn't asked. "It's a school boy. You better get your books."

Nico frowned, as he felt something hit his head, jolting him out of his sleep. He didn't realise that he had fallen asleep, as he forced his eyes open. He growled, as he remembered what he had been thinking about. School, school, SCHOOL!? Seriously, what the heck was his father thinking? Nico had never done well in a camp, let alone school. At his old school, before he knew about being a half-blood, he was sent to detention practically every day. The school before that, before his time skip, he had blown it up when working in the lab, and Nico didn't want to get into how annoying it was to try to read with Dyslexia.

Nico looked up at the school; it looked almost like a haunted castle in the night. Nico could already imagine smoke billowing out of the windows, when he blew something up in their lab. Seriously, why didn't his father just banish him to Tartarus?

Nico looked up to see what had hit him on the head. His eyes widened, as he saw the branches of the trees spinning towards him. He instantly rolled away from the tree in desperation. The trees struck the ground where he had just been sitting. Nico grabbed his bag, searching for his dagger, before he remembered that Persephone had forgotten to pack it. He cursed under his breath, as he dodged the branches.

"Persephone that's enough!" Nico screamed. "You've already sent me here, isn't that torture enough?" apparently not, as the tree took out Nico's feet from under him. Nico fell over with a huff. He looked up, to see the branches hurdling towards him. Suddenly, Nico heard someone say something behind him, and as he opened his eyes, he saw that the tree had quieted down. Nico turned, to see who had saved him. His eyes widened just slightly, before he regained his composer. The girl looked slightly shorter than him, with snow white hair that fell past her waist. She had some silly glasses on, that covered almost half of her face, with what looked like wings on the top. She had her hand held up, pointing at the tree, her other hand holding a brown leather bound book. She wore a long cloak that was lined with blue. She looked at him and smiled.

"I would be careful with the whomping willow. It doesn't like people sleeping under it. It has a particularly bad habit of squashing people."

Nico nodded as he stood up. Nico couldn't help but find her pretty but he swallowed. He was never good with talking to people, on the best of occasions, ask his cousin. Thanking someone wasn't even an option. But he felt in this situation he had no choice. "I, uh, ya. I'll be careful. And Th…" he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"You're welcome!" the girl said with a grin. Nico just nodded, thankful that she had understood. She walked over to him, and held out her hand to him. "I'm Luna Lovegood, but most people call me Looney Luna. You probably will soon enough."

Nico didn't fully understand that, but he took her hand. "Nico." He stated simply. He was never one for interdictions.

"Nico." Luna mussed over the name. "Victorious people."

"Huh?"

"The meaning of Nico." Luna said. Nico just nodded. "Apparently the tree did not agree, unless being defeated counts as being squashed." Once again, Nico just nodded. Luna turned around, and started walking.

"Wait, how do I get to the school?" Nico called after her.

Luna turned. "Don't worry! I'm sure the Nargles will be happy to help. But be careful, they might steal your jacket while there at it." Luna continued to walk off. Nico stood blinking. What on earth was a nargle?

Nico sat uncomfortably in the chair in Mr. Dumbledore's office. The room was huge, covered with books. Nico found the phoenix the most interesting, but apparently it did not agree, as it had tried to bite his hand off when he had tried to pet it.

It had taken Nico a while to find the right place to go, since he didn't run into anyone in the halls, since everyone was in class. Seriously, what kind of school was there where kids weren't ditching class? Finally after he had just about enough, he summoned a ghost to come. The guy had been a big chatter box, Nick nearly-headless was his name. After 15 minutes of trying to get the ghost to answer his questions, he finally directed him to the principal's office.

Mr. Dumbledore was shifting through the administration papers that Persephone had stuffed at the very, VERY bottom of his bag. She had probably been hoping that he would never find him, and the people here would kill him for trespassing. As if they could every catch him.

"Nico Di Angelo, if you keep staring at the Phoenix, I'll have to call our nurse to come deal with the burns." Nico shifted in his chair but, he didn't apologize. "So you're the son of Hades. I have heard about you."

Nico raised an eyebrow. "Really? How?"

Dumbledore raised an envelope. Nico immediately recognized it as Apollo's invitation. "I must say, I'm impressed that there is a woman out there that could get my father to commit to anything."

Nico shrugged. "Trust me; I was just as surprised as you were when they announced the wedding." Then it struck him. "You're Apollo's kid?"

Dumbledore grinned at him. "There is no need to look so surprised. Yes I am the child of Apollo, but I do come from descendants of both Zeus and Athena, and I few other gods, I do believe I have some Hecate blood within me, some roman gods there somewhere as well."

Nico was surprised. Maybe it was just his Greek heritage, but he found it strange that anyone could have the blood of so many different gods. "Persephone told me that there weren't very many direct half bloods here."

"That is true, there are very few, and most that are, do not realise the truth behind their heritage." Dumbledore returned to the papers in his hand. "So coming here is a punishment from your father huh?" Nico nodded. Dumbledore smiled at him. "The gods have some strange methods of punishment don't they. Well you must not fret too much Mr. Di Angelo. This place is not as bad as you would expect."

Nico grumbled under his breath. "I don't do well in schools."

Dumbledore heard his words. "Fret not; this is no ordinary Muggle school you would have gone to."