Nico DiAngelo/Harry Potter Crossover

Goddesses Messing With People's Lives Again

Nico Di Angelo had not invited a goddess to his cabin that Sunday morning. In fact, he was pretty sure he had never invited a goddess to Cabin 13 in his life. But, goddesses being what they are, one had to show up, right when he thought he could live a semi-normal life.

He woke up with a groan, blinking blearily at the flickering green torches and dismal interior of the Hades Cabin that he had certainly not designed. The clock was blaring in his ear. Stupid alarm clock. Stupid mornings. Rolling over, Nico glanced at his clock, slamming his hand down on the sleep button. It read 9:30 in neon green lettering. With another long, drawn out groan, he flopped back onto his back, closing his eyes in a vain attempt to go back to the first nightmare-less sleep he'd had in ages.

Sadly, the Fates and meddling goddesses *cough*hera*cough* of this world were against him. This time, it actually wasn't Hera for once. With a puff of smoke and a blinding flash of light, the goddess Hecate popped up at the foot of his bed, with her pet weasel and staff. She was wearing a sleeveless white dress with a gold belt. Her eyes swept over Nico, and he felt horridly underdressed.

"What is it?" Nico asked while flipping over and shoving his face into the pillow. Hey, it was his cabin after all, and his sleep had been disturbed. Hecate laughed- nervously? When did goddesses get nervous?

"I have a favor to ask you." Nico jerked upright. When a goddess wanted a favor from you, it was never a good thing. It usually involved risk of death, and sometimes actual death. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Hecate and her weasel. "I wanted to ask you, Nico DiAngelo, if you would accept a quest of mine, just a small one, and- " She was cut off by Nico.

"NO FREAKING WAY am I going on another quest, ONE MONTH after we just defeated Dirt Face! NO, NO, NO! Ask someone else!" He crumbled back into his pillow, muttering something about stupid moronic idiot goddesses. Hecate decided to ignore the insult, and sighed.

"Sorry Nico, you're going." Hecate said firmly, her eyes flashing dangerously. The weasel goddess meant business. "You know about Hogwarts and the Wizarding World? Voldemort? Horcruxes?" Nico had buried his face into the pillow again. There was no way he was getting out of this, you don't just say no to a goddess, especially Hecate. She hated him with a passion and would have no trouble with turning him into a kangaroo. This may have had something to do with weasels, ghosts, some undead skeletons, and corn.

"Yeah," he mumbled, "Those weird dudes with wands, broomsticks, and pointy hats? I talked to a few of them in the underworld. They're cool. Hogwarts... a magic school they talk about all the time. Voldemort is the dark wizard who wants to gain immortality and kill everybody, and the horcruxes.... they're pure torture. You know how much paperwork those things are making? Father has been ranting about those things for so long." Hecate smiles a knife-edge smile.

"So now you understand why it's gotta be you, right? And you also know that your mother, Maria Di Angelo was a very powerful witch, as were the Levesque's, the Grace's, and the Valdez's, don't you?"

"Yeah," Nico mumbles again, wanting to crawl in a hole and never leave it again. The Jackson's had some magical blood too, although not much. It was part of why the gods were attracted to them. Magical power, although nowhere near a demigod's.

"Ok, then," Hecate says, "time to get to business. I'll explain the quest."

"You may have figured some things out already, but your father also requested this. He wants you to merely destroy horcruxes. I want you to help with the war effort, and protect Harry Potter so that my nice little world doesn't get blown into a crisp. Dumbledore and the Heads of Houses will know who you are. Don't blow your cover, this world and the Wizarding one isn't meant to mix. It'll cause the annihalation of the wizards and witches if it ever evolves into a fight. You'll be leaving the day after tomorrow. Wand, books, everything will be at your room. Don't forget to get your wand identified by Ollivander." She adds, "If things escalate, I'll send reinforcements." She pauses.

"Anything else?" Nico asks, voice muffled by the blanket. He wanted to cry.

"Stand before me. I need to bestow you all four years of schooling and your instructions."

Reluctantly Nico slides off the bed, briefly wondering how she's going to do that, and Hecate touches her fingertips to his temples. Nico tenses, really wanting to pull away, but wanting to become a weasel even less. Her brow furrows in concentration until she finally releases him and he jerks backward, glaring at Hecate. Then Nico doubles over as he feels like his brain is going on overdrive, knowledge pouring in in waves. Goblin revolutions. Transfiguration spells. Recent news articles. A massive headache takes hold. It feels like a concussion.

"There," Hecate says, pulling away. "Sleep it off. Morpheus will grant you a dreamless sleep today and tonight. A reward."

Nico collapses on the floor, thinking, seriously, a reward? and eventually falls asleep, through the pulses of pain hammering his head. Yeah, he was definitely the second unluckiest demigod, right after Percy.

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Harry P.O.V

Harry was in a dusty old room in Order Headquarters, locked in a match of wizard chess with Ron, trying to keep his mind off his Hearing, which was rapidly approaching in two days. Hermione was reading the 6 year course books again, leaning against an antique couch that looked like it was going to explode any second in a shower of fabric and stuffing. Muffled explosions were actually resounding from Fred and George's room, and Ginny was in the kitchen helping Mrs. Weasley.

Ron was on the verge of checkmating Harry when he heard the sound of voices and the door opening. Remus's gruff voice echoed through the hallways, and Dumbledore's unmistakable voice answered.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Albus?"

"Trust me. It's a good idea."

Remus fell silent, and they heard Dumbledore call an Order meeting immediately. Harry jumped to his feet, as did Ron and Hermione. The twins appeared at the doorway, carrying a few extendable ears that had survived Mrs. Weasley's purge. Silently, they glanced at each other before creeping out the room and setting them up. The adult's voices filtered in, loud and clear.

"- you sure this is a good idea?" Sirius.

"I mean, he's going to be in the school, so he could attack from the inside. How do we know if we can trust him?" Lupin.

"And how is he going to help with the war? If he's really just fourteen or fifteen, what is he going to do? You can't send a teenager into a war zone!" That was Mrs. Weasley.

"What are they talking about?" Fred whispered.

"It sounds like we're going to get someone new at Hogwarts this year," Hermione said grimly.

The adults raised a few more protests before Dumbledore said,

"We can trust him completely. His Headmaster is a good friend of mine, and he would never betray us. Although he is fourteen, fifteen, do not underestimate him. He is very powerful, and can most certainly be of great help to us."

"What's the boy's name?" Sirius asked.

"Di Angelo. Nico Di Angelo."

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