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

Chapter 7

REMINDER: this book is still being edited and is not yet finished. As of now (the 7th of March 2024) chapters 1 to 6 have been edited, so I'd recommend stopping there because there'll be a pretty big drop in grammar between chapters 6 and 7, plus some plot points were changed along to way so some things might not makes sense in chapter 7 and onwards. But yk, they can still be read, they're still funny.

'GRYFFINDOR!'

I unintentionally stood up, and intentionally hugged Will as he sat at the Gryffindor table next to me. I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, doesn't happen a lot.

'So.' Here come the talk.

'So.'

'Any friends?'

'Er...'

'Nico! We talked about this.'

'I know.' I shifted to Greek, not wanting anyone to overhear our conversation. 'Now, what in hell are you doing here! We're in the past, in England,—'

'Can't a guy come an see his boyfriend?'

'That's not what I meant. I'm on a quest.' The atmosphere was tense. Really tense.

'Damn it Nico! You disappeared two months ago! Do you know how scared we were before your father told us where you were?'

'I didn't have a choice!'

'Nico.' His tone was firm, the same he usually use when someone *cough* me *cough* wouldn't just sit still in the infirmary and let his injuries be tended. 'Yeah?' Does he knows about the whole god thing?

'Eat.' Oh. Ok. I was so relieved, I nearly let it shows. But I didn't, because I am one hundred percent sure that he would have find it suspicious.

As I showed Will the common room, he suddenly grinned and spoke up. 'I love your shirt.'

I looked down, noticed the shirt, and blushed slightly. Oops.

Will isn't good at holding grudges. It was proven as he was back to his natural happy self instantly the next day. He kept trying to make me talk to people, but I am stubborn too. And I also don't like people. Will was so extroverted it hurt to watch. He was friend with half of the Gryffindors by the end of the week, and the rest weren't his friends because of me. Or maybe because Will has a boyfriend, but it's the same thing. I am not an enjoyable person to be around.

There was only one problem with Will presence. Sleeping. Before becoming a god, I already didn't sleep much, and when I did I had nightmares. Now that I didn't need to sleep and did paperwork all night long, it's complicated. I can't tell Will that I am a god. It would ruin our relationship, and even our friendship!

I decided that, once or twice a week, I would sleep. Which means having a nightmare. I thought it wasn't possible for gods to have nightmares, but apparently I'm special like that. The first time I slept in nearly two months, you realize?

Tartarus. It's always Tartarus. The same place, with the same persons. Will, Percy, Jason, everyone... and Bianca. My sister.

'You should have died instead of me!'

Tears were flowing down my checks as the other agreed, telling I was worthless, that they weren't really my friends... And Will. He hates me! No! I can't...

And I woke up to Will shaking me. Fortunately, I didn't wake any of the boys with my screams, and my small power outburst, which happens frequently when I have nightmares. I looked at Will. 'Stay?' I know it seams dumb, but when I have nightmares like that, I just... I just really need to know he really does love me. That it was just a nightmare.

He nodded, and laid down with me. I put my head against his chest, and slowly fell asleep.

I hope my dad isn't pissed that I didn't do any work this night. It's not really fair; I'm the god of paperwork, of all things, and I can't just snap my fingers and pop! done with the paperwork.

It didn't make sense that Will was here, and I strongly believe my dad made him come here, in the past I mean, but I don't think I would have survived another month without him. I would have killed someone, found a way to kill myself, or killed everyone. I'm special like that.

Another month passed, the same as the others, and I finished the first part of my guest. The easiest. I had to send back some ghost who aren't supposed to be here. Not all of them, just the ones who didn't follow the restrictions, or whatever. I think some people noticed there absence, but they don't know it's me, so I don't care, like, at all.

I also worked one the Horcruxes. There was one here at Hogwarts, I know that. I feel it most when I train in the room of requirements, so I suspect it's here. I will probably check some time soon, when Will's working in the infirmary. He didn't really want to train, and said he would rather work on his healing skills, since he wants to be a doctor.

I also found out that one was destroyed, and one clings to Harry like Percy clings to blue cookies. I'm afraid Harry is the horcruxe...

My father told me there was a prophecy around the Golden Boy. I know, I find it wonderful too... note the sarcasm. I hate life. Well, my, that is.

'Students! I have an announcement to make!' Does he really do that each times he want to make an announcement? He could change it a bit each times...

'In honor of the first ever exchange students at Hogwarts,' great, now he's talking about us, 'we will have a Christmas Ball, for fourth years students and up, on the tenth of December. Younger students may come if invited by a student of age.'

Speaking of age, I'm surprised no one noticed Will was too old for fifth year... Wizard aren't really observant, are they?

'Nico?' I hummed in response.

'Will you come with me to the Ball?' My head snapped up so fast to look at Will it hurts, and I nodded furiously, blushing. What is it with me and blushing? 'Yeah of course!'

He smiled his wonderfully amazing breathtaking smile, and I swear I could have fainted if I didn't have a minimum of self-control. He is so fabulous, marvelous, fantastic, extraordinary, lovely, beautiful, magnificent, incredible, awesome, brilliant, glorious, perfect, superb, gorgeous, phenomenal, enchanting, —

'Whatcha thinking about?'

I blushed again, hiding behind my now long hair. 'Nothing.' I continued playing with the food Will put in my plate, eating bits then and there. I don't really eat, I don't find it necessary, or enjoyable. I know, shocking. Little Nico don't like eating?! What has this world come to?