From A Witch To A Demigod (Nico di Angelo Fan Fiction)

A/N I DO NOT OWN ANY OF J.K ROWLING'S STUFF OR RICK RIORDAN'S, WHICH INCLUDES HOGWARTS, DRACO, HARRY, GINNY, FRED, GEORGE, RON, NICO, PERCY, ANNABETH, AND ETC.

INCLUDES SPOILERS FOR THE HOUSE OF HADES!!!!!!! BE WARNED!!!!!!

I OWN DESIRÉE, AND SOME OTHER THINGS!!!!!!! IN THIS STORY, NICO IS 18, ALMOST 19, PERCY IS 19, AND DESIRÉE JUST TURNED 17!!!! ENJOY AND READ ON!

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PREFACE!-

Desirée Shadows was always the sort of girl who chose to stay out of other people's business and lay low.

She had always tried not to make herself noticeable, but it didn't always work out for her.

She was judged because of the way she liked to try and stay unnoticed. She hated being judged, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

When Voldemort mysteriously reappears, Desirée is transported elsewhere to deal with things that she hadn't even known existed.

And everything changes for her. Like, for instance, her need to stay out of the spotlight.

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Chapter song: I'll Follow You by Shinedown

Chapter 1- Desirée's POV-

My whole life, I've waited for something to happen. Something good, because quite frankly I have very bad luck.

It was either that, or I was hopelessly danger prone. Maybe it was a little bit of both... Wow, that's not the greatest ability to have...

Karma needed to pick on the bad people instead of me. Everywhere I go, life throws curses my way, and I'm sick of it.

And no, I wasn't saying that I was perfect and great and good all of the time, but I wasn't a terrible person.

Sure, I wasn't necessarily a bad person, but I wasn't the greatest either. I don't consider myself above others, that's why I don't think I'm all that bad of a person.

That cursed year was the year that everything had changed. And I had thought it was for the better. Boy was I wrong...

*****1 Year Ago, Desirée's POV*****

I slipped my black over the shoulder bag that had the Undetectable Extension Charm cast on it, and I walked through the train station, trying to get to Section 9 3/4.

Every year, I'd go to the train station to see everyone board the train. I couldn't bring myself to board the train myself, I didn't like attention.

And I would attract a lot of attention if I went to Hogwarts because almost everyone in the wizarding world thinks that I'm dead.

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Six years ago-

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My family and I were just having a normal enough day, and eventually it had been time for me to go to bed.

I told my adoptive parents that I loved them, as usual, and I told them goodnight like I always did, and I went up the four flights of stairs to my bedroom on the fourth story of my house.

As soon as I entered my room, I heard screaming coming from downstairs and I smelt smoke. My adoptive parents were screaming in pain, and my heart was pounding in fear and utter terror.

I tried to get down the stairs to get to my screaming adoptive parents, but the stairwell had caught fire and I couldn't get down them.

I hadn't gotten a wand yet, and I was supposed to the next day. So, I couldn't use magic to get down the stairs to help them.