Dark Phoenix (Nico Di Angelo & Harry Potter)

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A/N: I have no excuse. Actually I think I do. Finished my medicine appointment last month and currently in surgery which isn't going well because I failed to suture a man's foot without blanking out when I was handed the instruments. Seriously, how do these surgeons expect students to keep up with them when they suture so fast? In other news, I turned 21 this month and I feel as old as ever.

Nothing much happens here but I can't wait to write the Courtroom scene! (I also can't wait for Umbr*dge to be eviscerated by Nico di Angelo)

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The sun was a pinprick when they had arrived in front of the telephone box, a fox in the snow of a crowd, all pushing forth to reach their destination. Unbeknownst to the rest, two boys gave each other a knowing look - Malfoy bundled up in two layers of thick wool, Nico in the same clothes he had worn the previous night, albeit dishelved.

A solemn silence fell upon the two, but words had already been exchanged - there was nothing left to be said. When meandering in the now dwindling crowd of passerbys proved to be a waste of time, Nico open his mouth to pick up a conversation, but the blond raised his hand to silence him.

Malfoy walked into the booth first, shutting the door behind him. If he wanted to be discrete, it was a useless effort seeing as Nico could see right through. Malfoy fiddled with the telephone for while with his back facing Nico, then he swung the door open.

"Can't you just tell me the code?" Nico asked, shoving his hands into his pocket. "It's easier that way."

Malfoy gave him an easy smile. "Can't give you everything now, can I?" He pointed to the booth behind him with his thumb. "Just pick the phone up when the time comes."

Pushing my buttons as well, aren't you?

"I have your wand," Nico reminded.

"I know," hissed Malfoy in reply. His smile stretched tighter. "So I'm not ditching you here. I'll return to check in an hour. If you aren't here by then, I'll assume the best."

He let out a shaky breath when he got no response. "This is by far stupidest idea anyone has ever come with."

Nico squinted at the blond, past the uncomfortable weight that sat on the bridge of his nose, his brows furrowed, not at all used to his eyes having to peer through glass.

Unfortunately, the son of Hades couldn't do without them as they seemed to have branded themselves into Harry Potter's identity, although Nico made sure replace the lenses with plain glass, hopeful that his vision wouldn't start blurring again.

Last night had been mostly uneventful. Malfoy needed to make himself presentable for dinner (that was a thing, rich bastard) so he had let Nico busy himself in the library and the son of Hades had taken his time to peruse through various books pertaining to magic and wand use. The latter was an issue he would have to get around eventually, seeing as Malfoy's wand behaved and felt like a lighting bolt in his hand, nearly scorching his palm in the process.

While he did do a mental run-through of the most basic spells (because it was all so new and it made no sense to try out a spell that could potentially set himself on fire) and the unusual hand movements that required utmost precision for a proper casting of the said spell, Nico had found himself more drawn into the intricacies of potion making. Veritaserum, specifically. Formidable as the potion may be, Nico had scanned every reference the book had mentioned in regards to the spell, taking care to read the fine print until he had stumbled upon some valuable information that had to do with the mechanism of action of the potion, one that healers (the doctors of the magical world) used as a means to administer medication to those who had overdosed (for some reason) on the Veritaserum.