Please welcome the Ghost king, Nico di Angelo, at Hogwarts

Chapter 2

I was on a freaking table. My left foot was inside a plate full of potatoes.

And there were some people waving sticks at me...

Wands, Nico, wands.

"Who are you?"

"Who's asking?" I answered, politely because I still have some manners.

"Remus Lupin." I looked at the man who talked. He looked young and old at the same time, and he had a weird smell... Ah! Found it. He's a werewolf. I don't exactly have the best experience with werewolf. Frick. Frickety-frack. Fuck. Don't panic.

"Have you ever heard of Lycaon?" I asked in what I hope was my sweetest voice, putting on my sweetest smile and my most deathly sweet deadly glare.

"Er... no. Who are you?" Alright, alright. Good. No need to panic then. Right.

"Nico di Angelo."

"Ah, Nico. Your father informed me of your visit," said an old man with a long, long white beard.

I looked at the ground, well, more like the table, mumbling quietly. "Did he, now?"

I could nearly feel the smirk on my father's face even with the distance. In time and in meters (because I'm not about to start measuring things in yards and inches or whatever).

"Whatever. What did he say?"

"Perhaps you ought to get off the table first," said Mister Long Beard with a twinkle in his eyes. A really annoying twinkle.

I jumped off the table, landing behind a man with an horrific blue eye and lots of scars, not that I can really judge, but the blue eye... brrr. He didn't turn around, but I could feel his blue eye following me.

"Come on, we better talk about this in private."

I followed Mister Long Beard out of the room, resisting my urge to stick my tongue out to Mister Blue Eye. No Nico, you're not a little kid anymore. Must resist the temptation.

"So. What did my father tell you, who are you, what do you know about me?"

"Directly to the point, um?"

"Yes. So?"

"I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. Your father informed me that you were in charge of protecting Harry Potter for the Order of the Phoenix, that your headmistress Lady Hecate is part of. He said that you are a transfer student from Olympia School for the Magically Gifted."

I was a bit surprised. Mist?

"How did he tell you that?"

Dumby's eyes clouded over slightly. Apparently the mist works on wizards... Good.

"A letter."

I nodded. Time to be well mannered.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I can't wait to visit Hogwarts and study there, it's a very reputed school all over the world. I hope you will find my presence enjoyable, as I myself can already feel the pleasure of living and learning in one of the most prestigious schools of magical Europe."

He nodded. It wasn't really my best speech, but it was overall good, no?

"Well, come on! I must introduce you to the Order, and Harry and his friends," he added, still with his annoying twinkle in his eyes. It kind of makes me want to rip out his piercingly-blue eyes.

You know what? I'm gonna spare you the introduction and dinner. It was awkward, that's all you need to know.

There's Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora Tonks who hates being called by her first name, Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, the suspicious one with the, well, mad eye, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the auror (dark wizard catcher, supplied my brain), Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Sirius Black, the escaped murderer who didn't commit the murders, Emmeline Vance and Mundungus Fletcher. Then there are the ones who aren't here, Charlie Weasley (yes I also noticed the overwhelming number of Weasleys - there's just a lot of Weasleys), Severus Snape, and others whom I didn't retain the names of, because it was too boring, and maybe I didn't actually listen to the end. Sorry (not sorry).

And then there's the kids. Harry, the boy who lived (I lived too, what the hell), Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, Ron, who is seems nice, but you can see the light in his eyes that says 'mess with my friends, and you're gonna be hearing of me'. Not the most impressing threat but I must recognise his loyalty. I just need to wait and see if it lasts.

Then there's Fred and George Weasley, the mischievous twins (like the Stolls), and Ginny Weasley, the only Weasley girl.

I had to sleep in the same room as Harry and Ron, which is freaking awkward, so I do not intend on sleeping. I also put a charm on my trunk, as I didn't want anyone seeing what was inside.

That first night, my father sent me paperwork. I'm not even kidding. Paperwork. From 2011.

Since I am, apparently, a god, I don't need to sleep. That doesn't mean that I don't like to sleep, so I'm kinda pissed right now. As a god (I really have to adjust to that0, I normally shouldn't have nightmares, which would be a great improvement over when I wasn't a god, when nightmare plagued my nights.

You know, basic demigod life, Tar— that place, everything...

Anyway, paperwork. Why must I be the one to do it? I mean, before all that, my father did his paperwork well enough, no?

Okay, no. He didn't. Those papers are a decade late, from 2001. Technically a six years early? Great! My life is, from now on, filled with paperwork.

I am seriously sick of that word.

Underworldy paperwork.

Yay! Morning. I usually hate morning, and I still do, but you know what it means. No more paperwork.

But, ugh, people. Ron and Harry just woke up and I already can't stand them anymore. Maybe I could make a shirt of that.

Maybe I can? I am a god. That much I know. What I do not know is what I can do.

Apparently, I can, in fact, create shirts! Isn't that a good new?

Now I have a 'Don't be ashamed of who you are. That's your parent's job.' shirt. It is not what I wanted.

But I can't change it, and my father didn't put shirts in my truck. How inconvenient.

I should really learn how to control those powers. But I'm really felling like being lazy today, so that's what I'm gonna do. Be lazy. With great powers, come great need to... be lazy.

I want Will.

I didn't even say goodbye!

I hope my father informed him of my departure.

And also my friends.

Reyna is for sure going to kill me, and the others too. The fact that I can't contact them is a problem.

But since I'm not even in the same timeline as them right now, back to the other problems. Problems. I hate problems. So many of them...

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