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

Chapter 2

BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE, I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I DO NOT OWN ANY OF RICK RIORDAN'S THINGS! I ALSO DO NOT OWN ANY OF J.K ROWLING'S THINGS! I ONLY OWN WHAT I MADE UP!

I also thought I'd be nice and post two chapters today :)

Updates are every Monday

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Chapter song: Miss Movin On by Fifth Harmony

Chapter 2-

(Present Day, Desirée's 5th Year)

I woke up in my room and I groaned at the time- 7:57 a.m. Thank goodness I only missed one class today. I had fallen asleep at 4:38 a.m, so I must've slept really late. Oops.

Oh. My. Gosh! I'm late! I'm late I'm late I'm late! I've missed Herbology already, and if I don't hurry up, I'll be late for Potions and Snape'll kill me!

I took a quick, hot shower in my private bathroom, everyone had private bathrooms in their dormitories, and I dried off after the shower.

I used magic to dry my hair, and I kept it down and curly in its midnight black color. I made sure my dark purple eyes weren't bloodshot in the mirror.

I put on a black and white horizontal striped cotton shirt with white see-through lace sleeves also with a black tank top underneath it, black jeans, and I slipped on my black and white checkered converse high tops.

Did I forget to mention that I had my own dorm?

It was awesome, no questions, no gapes, no problems, no enemies! I'm so happy! Except for my classes.

The only ones that I actually liked are Potions and Greek Mythology. They're the most interesting and they're the easiest.

Everyone else had trouble with the Latin language and the Greek language that we're learning in Greek Mythology, and I'm the only one who knows how to speak them both fluently. It's like it comes naturally to me.

Potions seems to come naturally to me as well. And speaking of potions... I'll be late if I don't hurry the heck up.

As I left my room, I made sure to carry my black leather jacket with me just in case I went outside for whatever reason.

When I arrived in the Potions classroom, everyone was panicking, and running around in circles screaming, "He's back! We're all dead!"

Harry Potter looked like he was about ready to rip his hair out; Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were trying desperately to calm him down.

Headmaster Mcgonagal and Professor Snape were doing their best to calm everyone down, but it was too chaotic.

Yeah, Headmaster McGonagal, not Headmaster Dumbledore. He took a leave of absence for 'personal' reasons.

I groaned loudly, the yelling and the panicked screaming were giving me a migraine and I didn't even know what the fuss was about.

My tiny black owl, Tartarus, flew to me with The Daily Prophet in his little talons, and he rested on my shoulder.

I sat down in my usual spot at my desk, ignoring the frightened people around me, and I pet Tartarus while I read the front page of the newspaper.

The headline read: THE DARK LORD HAS RISEN! And underneath the chilling title was all about how Voldemort did all of these terrible things.

Oh. So this is why everyone was in mass panic. Voldemort recently took control of the Ministry of Magic and is the Minister of Magic.

How wonderful. Tartarus fluttered down onto the table from his perch on my shoulder, and he looked at me with his intelligent blue eyes.