Nico Di Angelo at Hogwarts

Chapter 6

He was in Camp Half Blood, the dining pavilion was shining bright in the moonlight. The scar that he had created by banishing the skeleton warriors wasn't there, and he could hear laughter and voices coming from the pavilion. 

His feet thundered across the ground as his heart raced, and he saw two people sitting around the table where Chiron and Mr. D always sat. As he got closer he realized that the people were the ones he had loved the most and had lost. 

Bianca was sitting next to his mother, laughing and telling stories. Maria was watching in interest as Bianca retold the stories of all of  his adventures. He smiled as a tear traced down his olive toned cheek. 

Bianca turned to him, smiled and waved him over, patting the seat next to them. Nico ran over and hugged her, never wanting to let go. She giggled and hugged him back. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Nico sobbing into her shoulder as she rubbed his back. When his cries settled into gasps, then into deep breaths, she guided him to sit down. 

My mother smiled at him a smile that he deeply wished he remembered, but it was impossible to get his memories back. They had been washed away in the River Lethe. She patted his cheek in a comforting way and the look in her eyes told him that she understood.

"It's alright, tesoro. Even if we do not have the old memories, that does not mean we can not make new ones," She said, her Italian accent made her words pop. He managed a smile, and nodded. Bianca grinned and resumed a very over exaturated story of when Hades and her brother joined the other demigods in the battle against the titans.

"Bianca, there weren't that many monsters, and the entrance wasn't that impressive!" He argued. Maria made a shushing sound and looked back at Bianca, telling her to start again. The light in her eyes was blinding, pride swelling in her chest as she learned about her son. 

As Bianca got to the part where Percy came to Camp Jupiter without his memories, the ground started to rumble. His first thought was "Damn, what ticked Percy off?" but then the ground directly beneath the three split open and they were swallowed by the earth. 

He couldn't see the end of their fall, it seemed to go on and on and on, the light of the moon soon disappearing as they tumbled through the air further and further. He could somehow hear the terrified screams of his mother and sister, and he wanted nothing more than to console them, but his flailing hands couldn't seem to reach them, no matter how hard he tried. 

 He could start to smell the sulfurous fog and see the blood-red mists of the Pit. The demigod could start to see the primordial of the pit himself, his arms spread as if wanting to give them all a hug, welcoming them to his lair of monsters and death. 

He pressed his lips together in a grimace and squeezed his eyes shut, as if not seeing this would put an end to the terror that flowed through his veins. It was no use, Tartarus got closer and closer, until he could see the trapped souls in the primordal's armor. His vortex head was starting to pull him in, until the son of Hades was inches away from him.

 He shot up in bed, panting and sweating. The demigod's eyes darted around, trying to get his brain to tell him where he was. Hogwarts, he thought, I'm at Hogwarts. The drapes pulled back, and he registered that the candles had lit themselves. An analog clock sat on his bedside table. 5:02 a.m. 

He set his head in his hands for a moment, trying to push back the tears that threatened to fall. He missed his sister so, so much, and the absence of a mother figure continued to torment him. His heart ached. 

The demigod peeled back the sheets with a sigh. There was no use in trying to go back to sleep, and he needed to wash up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and set them on the soft carpet. The air was cold, and he desperately wanted to curl back up in the warm sheets.