Nico Di Angelo goes to Hogwarts :)

Thanks a lot persephone

A/N: Ok so Yh the picture doesn't acc have anything to do with the HP or HoO series but I found it funny so Yh deal with it

To say my day was normal would be a lie. I woke up in the Slytherin common room, feeling right at home. Although it looked nothing like my cabin at camp, it had the same feel. My cabin was black whereas this was tinted green, quite a soothing colour actually. The light too was slightly green because the room's where under the lake. When I thought about it, I felt a little out of place, but then I realised parts of the underworld were under the sea, and that part is my father's realm.
And plus, this place has been here for centuries, why would it collapse now?

I made my way to the great hall, after getting lost on the moving staircases, to the sound of a woman screeching.

"... TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!" a red, smoking envelope scolded.

It turned to the side slightly and said to Ginny, who was bright red from embarrassment "congratulation on making Gryffindor dear, your father and I are so proud." Then after some undignified tongue lashing the latter started to rip itself up in front of Ron who seemed to have lost him voice from terror.

"what was that?" I ask Draco. We were both laughing at the sight. It felt good to laugh, I hadn't done it in a while.

"it was a howler. And it looked like Weasley got one." he smirked at the red head who said, "if you don't shut up Malfoy, I'm-"

"be careful Weaslebee." Draco put on a high pitched voice imitating Mrs Weasley "if you put one toe out of line..." he didn't get to finish because all the Slytherin's who had heard had burst out laughing as a bad tempered Ron, made his way back to his table.

"is that a usual occurrence here then?" I ask as the laughter died down.

"nah, not really. Some cases when the parents are super mad, they send howlers. But not often." Blaise said, still smiling from the incident.

"at least your parents actually know what you get into or acknowledge you at all." I said bitterly.

"why? Doesn't your father ever send you an owl?" Crabbe asked through a mouthful of heavy food.

I laughed without humour "he's always watching. But never commenting." We got up and walked towards the greenhouses; our first lesson was herbology, with the Gryffindor's. I don't understand teacher's logic. Why would you put to rivalry houses together in so many subjects?

We stood on the Slytherin row beside a long table that was lined with pots.

"gather round everyone." A small squat woman said. "today we will be repotting mandrakes. Can anyone tell me what a mandrake is?" a girl from Gryffindor whom I recognised to be Hermione, shot her hand up and recited the book word for word. "a Mandrake or Mandagora, is used to return those who have been petrified to their original state. But they are also quite dangerous, the mandrakes cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."

"very good, Ms. Granger, take ten points. Since our mandrakes are only seedlings their cries won't kill you, however they will knock you out for several hours. So, everyone take a pair of earmuffs and make sure they are covering your ears. You will then, pick up a mandrake, and de-root it. Then put it in a different pot and cover it up with soil. Make sure it's completely covered before removing your earmuffs. Start... now."

I reached into the pot and pulled out one of the ugliest creatures I had seen. It was a grey-green colour and basically looked like a deformed baby. Kind of like seeing Alecto on a bad day, and that was saying something.

On the opposite side I saw a pudgy faced Gryffindor faint even with the earmuffs. I saw Draco and Blaise laughing even though I couldn't hear them through the earmuffs. But something worse was happening with my mandrake: instead of wailing and thrashing around like it should have done, it was still and limp in my hands. Its colour was slowly turning into a dark black and I knew it was dead.

Thanks a lot Persephone.

I quickly shoved it a pot and covered it fully so no one could see, but not before Blaise and Draco could see. They raised eyebrows and I mouthed 'guess I'm not good with plants.'.

The next lesson was defence against the dark arts. As we walked in, I saw the guy that was in the bookstore, the one who had pulled Harry up on the stage with him, sat on what I supposed was the teacher's chair.

Professor Lockhart. I had read a couple of his books and it didn't take a genius to find out he was a fraud. He clearly hadn't done his research very well either. Like he trapped a cyclops in a tea-cosy? or that he tricked a giant into stabbing himself with his own sword? Unless you were the child of Aphrodite and had the power to charm-speak, I highly doubt that it was true. Me, Draco, Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle took the seats at the back of the class.

"hello everyone. Let me introduce you to your new defence against the dark arts teacher... me. Gildory Lockhart. Order of merlin, first class, honorary member of the dark force defence league and five times winner of witch-weekly's most-charming-smile award. But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him." he flashed a smile, and whilst all the girls were swooning over him, we rolled our eyes and Blaise took out a pack of exploding snap.

Whilst Blaise dealt the cards, Lockhart began talking again. "in your next lesson I will be called out of school, I believe some poor unfortunate soul, is in need help-"

"with what? Need help fixing his hair?" I mumble under my breath, just loud enough for the class to hear. All the boys in the class laughed and the girls glared at me like I had deeply offended then, and for a moment Lockhart looked annoyed, before he regained his posture and continued as though he hadn't heard, "you will have a substitute teacher who goes by Mad-Eye-Moody."

By this time most of the boys in the class were smirking at each other and talking, whilst the girls were hanging onto his every word like their life depended on it.

We were playing exploding snap at the very back. I however stopped playing and perked my head up. Mad-eye-Moody. It couldn't be. The son of Ares, at Hogwarts. A wizard. I went back to the game when Lockhart didn't elaborate.

Overall it wasn't the most exciting lesson, and I for one, was grateful when break came, and was not at all excited for the DADA class that followed flying lessons tomorrow. I went up to my dormitory to get ready for dinner when I saw a note on my bed. I picked it up and groaned when I saw it was in English. I grabbed my wand and muttered the spell that Dumbledore had taught me, translating everything to Greek. I read the note and smiled to myself. I cannot wait. Tomorrow is going to be a lot more fun than I thought.