Nico goes to Hogwarts

Chapter Eight

Nico's reflexes reacted faster than his mind. His left arm shot out and summoned shadows to stop Harry from falling. Where his right arm grabbed his wand from his tones pocket,just incase anyone was looking it would like he had summoned the shadows with his wand.

Harry's body came to abrupt stop as his shadow froze and grabbed him. His body was suspended in the air floating. The crowd held their breaths wondering if he would fall at any moment. The game of Quidditch had completely froze behind the Chosen One.

Nico willed Harry's shadow to let Harry down gently. Nico willed the ground to be softer as Harry's finally reached the ground. A series of exhales were heard from around the crowd. Someone started to clap and others joined soon the whole school was standing and clapping for the boy who lived.

Harry stood awkwardly his legs felt like they were numb and he had trouble standing. His eyes searched the crowd and he saw Ron an Hermione standing up staring at him worry stricken on their faces. He even noticed a solitary tear running down Hermione's cheek. His eyes searched the crowd once more and they focused on Nico who stood with both hands forward. His right hand holding his ends where the left one was bare. His eyes locked with Nico's before he was rushed of to the hospital wing.

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione's worry stricken voice sounded from his left. She rushed up to hug him and Harty weakling hugged her back.

"Bloody hell Harry what happened?" Ron said as he slung his arm around his friends shoulders.

"I have no idea" Harry answered truthfully. "One minute I was flying and playing and the next I was falling. And suddenly I stopped,guys I think my shadow grabbed me." 

Ron's face showed complete confusion where's Hermione's morphed into recognition. And she suddenly grabbed Harry and Ron's arms. Excitement shone in her eyes.

"Guys when we read about Nico didn't it say something about the art of controlling shadows."

"Harry I think Nico just saved your life....."

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Harry walked into the History of Magic and and tidal wave of whispers surrounding him hit him. He kept his head down trying to block out the not so subtle whispers. Literally they were the opposite of subtle. One girl actually pointed right a Harry while talking to her friend, about him no doubt. They only ones not talking were Ron and Hermione well ,they were talking Ron was moving his hands around gesturing to her face. Whisk Hermione glared at him spite obvious in her eyes. The whispers hit him more clearly.

"Yeah fell right off-"

"Suspended in the air-"

"Dark magic?"

"Draco has nice hair"

"Yeah so does professor Snape."

"Dot you think Dumbledore would let me braid his hair it's long enough."

The last three whispers utterly confused him who in the right mind would like professor Snape's hair. And Harry couldn't even imagine Dumbledore with braided hair.

"BANG"

An impact ran through the class as Nico slammed his fist on his desk. The class silenced and all eyes were on Nico, until they were met with his icy glare.

"Enough!" Nicos voice wasn't loud he wasn't yelling. His voice was low and quiet but was heard by every pair of ears in the class heard. Harry noticed how Nico had that type of voice that was quiet and low but sacred the hell out of people.

ANico nodded his head to Professor Binns and he began speaking.

"Um yeah the founders of Hogwarts are um Salazar Slytherin and ah Godric Gryffindor Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw."

The class sighed preparing themselves for another boring lecture. A sound was heard throughout the room as a misty image appeared in front of Nico. The image was clear and looked like it appeared from a rainbow. The image was a little blurry but it got Cleary and two faces appeared. It was a boy and a girl.

"Nico trouble a camp!" The girl said anxiously before the image did pared taking the two kids with it. Nico's eyes widened bended he stood abruptly and ran out of the class room. Taking the shadows with him.

Hermione raised her hand "uhh sir I don't feel so well."

Ron also put his hand up. "I'll take to the hospital wing"

Harry nodded at his two friends before also putting his hand up. "I go with them"

Professor Binns eyed them suspiciously before nodded at them once and continuing on with his lecture. Harry and Ron stood supporting a 'sick' Hermione before walking out of the room.

When they wee out of earshot and eyesight Ron and Harry released Hermione and they started walking in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. They walked in silence until Ron voiced everyone's thoughts.

"What camp do you think the girl was talking about?"

Both boys turned to Hermione waiting for her to come up with a theory. Hermione glared at them. "Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I can somehow find a camp"

But then her eyes widened " Remember how Dumbledore said that Nico went to a school in America. Well what if the school isn't just a school maybe it's-"

Hermione was cut of when Nico suddenly fell out of a dark corner. The Golden Trio jumped back in shock.

"Bloody Hell mate!" Ron exclaimed looking at Nico closely. Just noticing what Nico looked like. His clothes were ripped,burned,wet,dirty,stained with someone's or something's blood. Overall Nico looked like he had been in some sort of war. but the worse part about Nico's appearance was the huge gaping wound in his stomach.

"Merlins beard! What have you done to yourself." Hermione looked close to hysterics as she looked at Nico's wound. She rushed over to Nico's who was leaning weakly against his bed his face pale with pain and fear. His expression was stuck up into some sort of anguish looking face.

"We will need you to take you shirt off" Hermione told Nico as she pulled out her wand and gestured to the boys to help Nico.

"No... No.. please no.." Nico whimpered as Ron went to take the tattered shirt if his head. His voice Harry noticed had lost it emotionless facade. ad now sounded like a small child who had to get a tooth removed. His voice was insecure and overcome with emotion.

"No... Dire loro che li amo" Nico said before his yes closed and his body went limp. The expression of anguish disappeared of Nico's face as his body fell limp onto the floor. Hermione stated to panic trying to shake Nico to get him to wake up.

"No No! you have to stay awake" But it was too lated Nico was unconscious. Hermione gestured to Ron to take Nico's shirt off. Hermione's eyes widened as she took in Nico's chest from his chest . Scars ran down his chest some long and some short. Some bug and some small. The scars marked him and at the moment Hermione knew.

Nico wasn't evil nor was he Voldemort grandson.

He was just a broken boy.

Guys I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever had I know that I hate it when authors don't update.

Translation: "Tell them I love them."

Layla