Nico Di Angelo at Hogwarts

Chapter 8

Harry walked out of Professor Di Angelo's classroom, groaning. It had been two months since school had started, and the professor was as ruthless on them as ever. The wizard had to admit, they were getting stronger, but the constant ache was torture. The only good thing was Malfoy, mr high and mighty, was finally starting to have to work harder to be the first to finish the exercises. Surprisingly, his competition was Hermione and Neville. 

Today, Malfoy actually came in third once, and second twice. Hermione beating him twice and Neville beating him once. Professor Di Angelo was still teaching them about greek mythology, and for some reason he concentrated more on the monsters and villains rather than the gods and heroes and the good things. 

He was either fascinated more by monsters, or was a debbie downer. Harry groaned again, they had Divination with Professor Trelawney, and her classroom was still, unfortunately, about 7 stories of stairs away. Sighs echoed through the body of students as they began the long and torturous hike up the staircase. 

Hermione was still boycotting Divination so she had left in a different direction. Harry could have sworn he saw Malfoy follow her, but he assumed he was just going to try and find Pansy to snogg or something. They entered the classroom, which was bathed in a sickly pink light, and was filled with the pungent smell of heavy perfume and tea. And not the good tea, either. 

This was going to be a long day. 

Tom broke off from the crowd of students heading up to the fake oracle's lair of lies. He followed Emma away from the group, and they ran together to the Room of Requirement. Matthew and Nico were already there.

Nico was tapping his foot impatiently in the center of the wrestling mats that covered the training room floor, while Matthew was sitting in a chair off to the side, sharpening his daggers absentmindedly. When the two entered the room Nico sighed.

"Finally! You guys take forever!" He groaned out.

"Sorry, not all of us have the ability to travel through shadows," Tom told him sarcastically while catching his breath. Nico shot the younger a look, and he stuck his tongue out at him in response.

"Anyway, why did you call us here Nico?" Emma asked. 

"I just ended an Iris message with Hecate and Zeus. When the monsters attack, we need to get Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter here as fast as we can, so we need to be able to portal them here. In order to create a portal, we need a key. The key will be our four bracelets. They fit together, alright?" He asked. They nodded, each of them had a bracelet that was enchanted with the power of Hecate. It was like Mist that they didn't need to concentrate on, it changed their appearance slightly. They fit together to form an omega, Tom had the top left side. 

"And that's it. You guys can go now." Nico said and turned on his heel, and promptly walked straight into the wall, but instead of hitting it and falling like any other person, he dissolved into the shadows. The three looked at each other and shrugged. 

The hallway outside the ROR was empty, and Matthew waved, before heading around the corner. Emma and Tom glanced at each other, and headed back in to the room. She pulled off her bracelet, and sighed with relief as her frame grew taller and she became a little more slender. Her hair mellowed out from the uncontrollable bushy mane to gorgeous waist length wavy hair. Her eyes turned into an almost unnatural shade of grey. In other words, she had never been more beautiful. Her boyfriend jokingly wolf whistled, and she threw a playful glare at him. 

"Weasley has absolutely no idea what he's missing out on," he said, walking towards her, pulling his own bracelet off and letting it fall to the floor. He grew about five inches, his silver hair turned a slighter shade darker blonde. He felt his shirt grow a little tight as his muscles filled the cotton fabric. The demigod felt a small tingle on his thigh as the skin went back to its real state of raw and torn up. 

He felt a little guilty for hiding it from Emma, but he didn't want her to worry about him. She smiled, and he leaned in to kiss her when a sharp and cold object was pressed to the bottom of his throat. 

"Never let your guard down," she whispered in his ear, obviously smiling. He rolled his eyes and in a quick motion he had grabbed her hand and pulled his neck away from her wickedly sharp knife. He then continued the motion and twisted her wrist in  such a way where her grip on the knife failed and it clattered to the ground. She gasped and it was now his turn to smirk. 

He gave her a peck on the lips then willed the air to condense beneath himself and force him upwards. He hovered about twenty feet in the air and gave a small chuckle as she let out a groan of frustration. 

"Love you babe!" He said jokingly. She called back "No you don't!" Tom let out a small laugh, swooped down and grabbed his bracelet from off the floor, slipped it on and landed by the door. 

"Try and catch me!" He said teasingly. 

"Oh it's on Felton!" She said, slipping her own bracelet on and sprinted after him as he took off out of the room. 

They willed the mist to hide them as they ran through the halls of Hogwarts laughing. About an hour, three floors, and five ghost run throughs later, she finally caught up to him. She tackled him to the floor and they both started rolling around on the ground wrestling. A bell rang in the distance, marking the end of the class period. They sadly stopped wrestling, and he helped her up. 

"Good luck with Potter and Weasley. Remember I don't mean anything I say as Malfoy." 

"I know, love, you don't need to feel bad." He sighed and nuzzled her nose with his in an eskimo kiss. 

"I love you," he said and gave her a one last peck on the lips then took off down the hallway. She sighed and watched him go with longing. 

The rest of the day went by pretty fast, the usual torture of having to act like a bully and push kids out of the way in the hallways. Tom didn't have a run in with Emma, which he was thankful for, he hated hated himself for being a jerk to her. 

He was currently in the Room Of Requirement, this time it was a huge bathroom, they didn't trust him with any power like Head Boy after the war, so he would have had to share with the other Slytherin boys. Like Tartarus he was. 

He was staring at himself in the mirror above the sink. The sliver blade tortured his conscious from its place on the side of the bathtub. The way the metal screamed at him made him know that this was going to be a very, very long night. 

a/n 

so, less of a makeover for this one and more of a changing the pov to third person. 

there is a HUGE bug in my room and i'm low key terrified for my life, send help

have i mentioned im gay for Billie Eilish? 

Stay Alive, frens 

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