Demigod: Adventures Untold(Being Re-written)

5

Please ignore the obvious plot hole that we call timeframe. It's a pain in the ass to actually compute. I know full well that it should be 1998 to fit Draco's age, but bear with me here.

Also, sorry for the long wait. I got depressed, now I'm in my last year of highschool, just found out yesterday that my partner apparently cheated on me, got sick around last week, had like 7 reports to do and I currently still have one due next week. 

But hey, you guys deserve an update even though my shit's going downhill.

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Draco so far, had been great company, the train having departed from the station a while ago, we were somehow laughing at a joke that he's made. 

Though it never really escaped me, the way that the other students would pass him wary glances through the glass every time he spoke up. I even managed to catch a glare from a random kid . That didn't sit well with me at all. 

I would have to ask him about that later.

Wiping a fake tear awake, I grinned at the other boy, leasing back on my seat and brushing my hair away from my face. "So, how old are you anyway?"

He hummed, his whole demeanor having a major shift from the doom and gloom to be more enthusiastic and genuine. Don't get me wrong, the gloomy depression was still there, hanging thick in the air- when would that actually leave someone?- but at least he was smiling now, and laughing. He has a nice laugh. 

"Eighteen this year, I have to take some remedial classes because of the incident from last year." This time it was my turn to tilt my head at him.

"What happened last year?"

He shot me a distressed look, before shifting into realization. "Oh- uh, well you are from overseas, there was a war against the dark Lord and a few other students had to take remedial classes too, mostly from my year."

I think I recall Hecate talking about the man named Tom Riddle, and so had father. An awful pain he was to all our sides. To think that the bastard was only five years older than me. Spiritually speaking. I look like a child for gods sake. I nod my head slowly, pursing my lips into a thin line before shaking my head, "That sucks."

"Pretty much, yes." Draco shrugged, fiddling his thumbs together on his lap unconsciously. The action made him look like a troubled wise old man. With his pale hair, It fits. Amusingly so. 

"Anyway," He stood up almost abruptly, shocking me in the process. "We should change to our robes now, were almost at Hogwarts. The cubicles are at the end of the cabin."

"Okay?"

Draco took his things and left, just like that. I frowned at his sudden change of mood. He switched quicker than Percy when someone tells him that his mother made blue food while he's in the middle of training. 

And that's saying something.

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I could not for the life of me, find my way back to our cabin.

But Nico, ain't it just two ways? Back and forth? Yes. But here's the gist, I don't know which way is back. Everything looks the same. British kids both in front and behind me, sporting house colors on their scarves, laughing and horsing around and making their way back to their own designated spots, their friends waiting for them.

I didn't have any Wizard friends. Except maybe Draco, but the guy left me.

Somewhat tempted to just stay in the hall and wait till everyone's out so I could travel to my stuff. But I'm not lazy. Not entirely. Okay, I am.

It's just that the thought of being sent to Azkaban for practicing black magic at my age isn't the most appealing thing right now. I shuffled though the hoard of pubescent children, slipping past their hustle and bustle. Ducking and swerving out of their way. The way that the train moved made it fairly easy, not that motion sickness could affect me.

Muttering 'Sorry's, excuse me's, and passing through's, I had earned myself a couple of nasty looks from a couple of Slytherins and a few Griffyndors when I had accidently brushed or bumped against them. 

Bumping mostly the red robed students, mostly their fault though. Swear to the gods, they radiate ADHD with how they act in a tight spaced location. It both irked and reminded me of camp. I honestly shouldn't be complaining considering that I have ADHD but that's not the point.

I adjusted the robes on my shoulders, the heavy fabric giving me a range of culture shock with the length and thickness of the article of clothing. I  had gotten used to my jacket, but when it all comes down to a fight, these robes could get me killed.

I've worn my fair share of heavy jackets in the past, but it's extremely uncomfortable and hard to maneuver when wearing something that reaches the heel of your feet even when you're just slightly crouching. Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I continued through, luckily the path had somewhat cleared out, students having returned to their chosen cubicles. 

 Running into the prefects wasn't part of my agenda, but seems like it's my only option. 

Three people were walking down the hall, laughing at something that one of them must have said. Two boys, one girl. All Griffyndor. 

"Excuse me," I started off, hand in my my pockets while I smiled at them. The best polite smile I could muster anyway. "Do you guys have any idea where I could find Draco Malfoy?" 

I must have said something wrong, they looked at each other with quick glances, the boy on the far left frowned. His ginger brows furrowed while he crossed his arms. "And why are you looking for Malfoy?" 

"Are you a friend of his?" The other boy chirped, in reaction, I turned to him about to reply when I noticed his appearance. Messy black hair, bright green eyes behind plain round glasses. A hint of a scar peaking from underneath his bangs, on his forehead. 

I blinked, clearing my throat. Holy shit, he looks like Percy- 

"More like an acquaintance, we met today and we are in the same cabin but I got lost." The two boys seemed to relax, the Percy look-alike was the one to properly reply though. 

"He's at the far end, up ahead. You're going in the right direction." I nodded, pulling my hand out towards them. For a second, they seemed to tense at the action. I chuckled at that, grinning lightly at them and at how the red head's face lit up in embarrassment. 

"Relax, I'm not gonna stab you. I'm Nico, you?" 

"I'm Harry and these are my best friends, Ron and Hermione." Harry pointed at each as they were introduced, but the girl, Hermione who had been silent the entire time, I had finally noticed, was smiling at me. Her bushy hair tied back neatly, and she hand one hand on her hip. 

I frowned, looking myself up then back to her. "Is there something on my face?"

"No, I'm just surprised that you didn't recognize me Nico, how's Annabeth?" I blinked. 

Wait. 

Wait.

Hermione. 

Victoria. Oh shit. One of Nike's 

"I'm glad it finally registered, di Angelo." She laughed, bringing her  friends' confused stares back on to her. I couldn't help but laugh along, scoffing in mild disbelief. 

"Well at least there's one familiar face."