Proving a point. (Pjo/HP X-over)

Letters And Slytherins

Hermione Granger

The both stared at her for a good fifteen seconds before they both started yelling at eachother at the same time. She couldnt even make out a single word.

Needless to say, they were kicked out of the library.

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"You think he's working for Voldemort, Hermione?" Harry whispered uncertainly when they started walking to the DADA classroom. They had about 20 minuets before the lesson would start.

"I honestly don't know." She sighed.

"I think he's a good guy." Ron piped up."Sure, he's got that brooding aura, and those creepy, sad, eyes. Maybe he's just midunderstood. Like Buckbeak. People didn't want to go near him becase he looked so scary, and they didn't even get to realise how much of a kindhearted being he really is... y'know?"

Hermione stopped in her tracks. Maybe he was right. She always trusted Rons moral compass. He had always been good at reading people... But still! Di Angelo could be a death eater!

"We can't just ask him. Have any of you guys seen if he's got the mark on his arm?" She looked up and started walking again.

"No.. Come to think of it, iv'e never seen him change before." Harry said.

"Let's keep an extra eye open when we're going to sleep, k?"

Harry nodded. He was probably suspicious, like he usually was. Hermione didn't blame him. All the events and close ups with voldemort must have left him with a lot of trauma and trust issues.

"How about the 'Nico di angelo' from the 30's?" Harry looked up, suddenly remembering.

"I dont think it's such a big deal. Lots of pureblood families re-use first names. Nico must've been named after his grandpa or something."

"Yeah... That makes more sense, doesn't it?" Ron laughed. "It isn't like he's born in the 30's, right?!"

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Dear Idiot.

I'm doing great over here. It's a bit lonley without your sunshine smile and annoying puns. My wizarding lessons have started, and they are honeslty pretty cool. I'm acing them thanks to the information "she" gave me beforehand.

I have made some friends I guess. I know, I'm just as shocked as you probably are. They are pretty cool though. Ron is the friendliest. He's really goofy and kind. He's got a major crush on Hermione (my second friend). It's obvious to everyone except them apparently. Hermione is super smart and is taking her studies really seriously. I bet she'll become a great witch in the future. I haven't really talked to Harry that much, but he's in their group and has apparently accepted me so I guess he's cool. Then there is a guy named Neville, he's really kindhearted and has a wierd obsession with plants.

How are you doing? I hope the infirmary isn't too full. You need to take a break sometime. Say Hi to my cousins for me, please? And hit percy on the head if he's doing something stupid. Thanks.

I'm thinking of you every second. Please respond via owl!

Love.

Death Boy.

Nico leaned back in his chair and read the letter once more. He was pretty pleased with it, considering that he had to write in English instead of greek to make sure noone suspected him of being a demigod if they read it. He also had to use some code words, Like "she" instead of Hecate.

The handwriting was sloppy, and it contained more misspelled words than correct ones. But he was happy and he knew that will would understand what it said.

He put the letter in an envelope and sealed it with a wax stamp. It had the griffyndor logo on it. He then looked around carefully, making sure noone could see him, and shadowtraveled to the owl tower.

Thankfully, there was no one there at the moment, or he would have to do some serious explaining to do.

He looked around at all the owls. Almost all of them immediately started to scream and tried to shy away from him. It was propably bacause of him reeking of death. Yeah, he does that.

Hecate had said that Athena herself had gifted him an owl called Ella or something like that. His eyes landed on a brown owl with little tufts on its ears. It looked ridiculous, Will would probably laugh his ass off when he sees it. It was looking straight at him, and something in his mind (probably Hecates creepy information) told him that this was Ella.

He walked up to the owl and hesitantly petted her on her head. She didn't really seem to mind him. He rolled up the letter and tied it to her leg.

"uugh.. can you take this to will solace, camp halfblood?" he whispered, making sure no one would hear him.

Ella immediatly took off and left Nico standing, staring up at the sky like an idiot.

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He decided to walk back to the school, because shadow travelling would be way too risky.He still had about 20 minutes.

When he was about to enter the castle, he got stopped by three slytherins. The one who was clearly the leader had platinum blonde hair, styled neatly. His eyes were grey and he had an ugly sneer plastered on his face that didn't really suit him. His two goons were both stupid looking. The fat one was cracking his knuckles as if he was trying to be intimidating.

"you know, I was quite shocked when I heard a Di Angelo was alive. " The platinum blonde sneered.

"what do you want?" he asked lazily and locked eyes with the blonde.

"Is it true that your family are amazing at the dark arts?" He sounded cold, but Nico could see some interest spark in those grey eyes. The question sparked some interest in Nico. He didnt know that the Di Angelos were interested in the dark arts, but that did make sense. Why this little brat was talking to him about it made him even more interested. Why would he ask him about that?

"Why do you care?" He decided to ask.

The blonde leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Just know that I am informing my father about you. And you know who hes working for." He then turned around and walked away, his two goons walking closley behind.

Nico was left standig, watching the slytherins walk away. Who even was this guy? He'd never said his name. It was like he expected Nico to know who he was. Well, he didnt.

Nico shrugged and started to slowly walk towards the Dada classroom, (with some instructions from a ghost.) The blonde slytherin never really left his thoughts.

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This was a bit of a shorter chapter, but I felt like I had to put up something.

Next up, DADA

Thank you for reading chapter 7!

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