Nico Di Angelo goes to Hogwarts :)

Moaning moping miserable myrtle

The most boring lesson of the year would definitely without a second thought, be history of magic. Which was the lesson I have now. The only lesson taught by a ghost, and they had to choose the most boring ghost of all.

Professor Binns droned on and on about some goblins in the 1800's, and as I looked around the room only one person was taking notes. Hermione. But even she was looking a little bleary-eyed.

Draco and Blaise had their heads on their desks and were most probably asleep. Crabbe had his head stuck in his bag, and when he emerged, he was munching his mouth faster than ever. That was probably the closest he had ever got to doing any form of exercise. There was one upside about the class and that was the teacher was a ghost. So, that meant that he existed to do my bidding, and would basically do anything I wanted.

"professor, I'm bored. I'm going to the bathroom." I announced. Binns looked up for a fraction and he looked like he was about to say something, but he thought better of it, and nodded. As I left, I heard Padma Patil, a Gryffindor, try the same thing, and I laughed at Binns' unusually sharp voice telling her to 'sit back down Ms Penny-feather.'

I walked aimlessly for around half an hour, I wasn't in a rush to get anywhere, and we had a double lesson, so I had loads of time to kill. I was on the third floor when I heard a loud wailing noise coming from a ladies' bathroom, with an out of order sign on it. I edged towards it debating whether to go in or not. if someone saw me, it would look very strange, I mean what excuse would I use to go into the ladies' bathroom.

Finally, I lost patience and threw the door open. As I suspected no one was in there, first because of the out of order sign, and second because of the wailing ghost sat in the sinks with all the taps on. I approached her cautiously, this must be moaning myrtle. The other Slytherin's told me about her, and her tendency to flood the halls when she's upset. Which is nearly all the time.

What took me by surprise the most was that as soon as she saw me, she didn't greet me or bow or even say her name she just turned her head abruptly and floated around to the other side of the sinks. I made my way round and I asked her, "are you Moaning Myrtle?"

she barely even glanced at me from behind her circle glasses and said rather rudely, "what do you care?"

I was confused to say the least, I had never had a ghost speak to me like that. "I- you do know who my father is, don't you?" I said crossing my arms.

"oh sure, I know him, but he doesn't even know I exist. Never done my paperwork, so I can come to the underworld and get away from this place. Nobody cares about moaning, moping, miserable Myrtle." And with that she floated into a cubicle and down the toilet at such a speed the water crashed out and dripped down the walls and all over the floor.

I was about to walk out thinking I'd had enough of this bathroom, when a pot on the floor caught my eye. It was a cauldron with a brown sloppy potion in it. It was filled to the brim and I grabbed the book that lay beside it. It had a note on the front in handwritten cursive writing that was murder on my eyes, but I made out something like this.

I, Professor Gildory Lockhart give Hermione Granger,
a rather big fan of mine, permission to take this book
from the restricted section, for learning purposes.

Hermione? That meant Potter and Weasley too. I opened the book on the only folded page and skimmed it quickly, 'Polyjuice potion'. I read. It took me a while considering it was all in English, but it was block capital letters, so it was a lot easier than the note. I spent around 20 minutes reading the first paragraph and I got the gist of it. You add a bit of a person into some of the potion and when you drink it you turn into that person for an hour. I saw a corked vial lying on the floor beside it and it was labelled 'M.B's hair.' I laughed at how easy these guys had made it. They started it, and I'm not one to back down.

M.B though, who could that be. But I'm guessing that one of those three would put it in their drinks, so I decided to swap the hairs. I took 'M.B's' hair out and I walked outside scouting the corridor for a while before seeing Hermione's own cat sneaking around. I ran deftly after him and plucked a couple of hairs of his bushy tail. He hissed at me angrily before bouncing away again. I smirked as I put the cat hairs in the vial. And I put the cork back on and tried to leave everything in the same place as it was although I doubt, they'd notice if it wasn't.

I was about to leave when I heard an angry voice behind me,

"NICO DI ANGELO! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO? WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE."

"uh hi Clarisse." I had completely forgot about camp. And yes, before you ask me, Clarisse and I are friends. she's probably one of my closest. It was quite funny how it started actually, you see, when I was first at camp everyone was scared of me, because I was a hades kid. But Clarisse decided she didn't care and wanted to give me a proper welcome to the camp. Which meant she wanted to stick my head down the toilet. But before my head even got close to the water, Jules-Albert, my chauffeur attacked her and about five more skeletons emerged from the floor and she started muttering about how the big three kids were plain scary and how that was worse than Percy's time.

You're probably thinking how sticking my head down a toilet was a good start to a friendship, but the point was, she treated me like a normal camper. And then I also helped with Chris's madness problem and she decided I was a cool friend.

Anyway, I zoned back in in time to hear the end of Clarisse's death threat rant,

"... EVER TO THAT AGAIN, I WILL KICK YOU SO FAR YOU'LL END UP IN ENGLAND! NOW WHERE ARE YOU?"

"I-uh- England." I said finally. Her eyes widened and she was about to yell again, when I cut her off,

"I'm on a quest for dad, I'm at this uh magic school, for wizards and witches, to make sure there's no trouble."

She snorted, "the gods sent you to a school to make sure there's no trouble. How many schools you blown up again? they must be losing their touch." the sky rumbled, and Clarisse rolled her eyes muttering, "drama queen."

I smirked and said, "it's a magic school, Clarisse, I can't blow it up. But I got to go, I have a lesson with a ghost teacher."

"whatever death boy. You better come back quick I can't wait to beat you to a pulp." She growled.

"as if, you could never beat me. see you soon." I slashed through the mist leaving camp to deal with an angry Clarisse.

I walked slowly back up to class dreading the last couple of minutes I'd have in there. But it turned out that I had spent longer than I intended to, because students seemed to be filling out of the class in a hurry.

"where'd you go, Nico?" Blaise asked curiously.

"tell you after. Something interesting is going to happen soon." I said, because I knew that the trio were in earshot.

"fine, whatever, but you better tell us." Blaise said.

"oh, look at that," Draco sneered. "Lockhart's going to do a duelling club, to 'save us from the Slytherin beast', more like save him from getting his pretty face scratched."

"I think we should go. I could use a good laugh, and Lockhart trying to fight, that's going to be hilarious." I said laughing at the thought. Lockhart was actually a demi-god. He was one of those useless Aphrodite kids. Some of the Aphrodite kids actually want to learn to fight and are quite good, but Lockhart, he's too afraid to get his, as Draco said, pretty face ruined. That's one of the reasons I knew his books were lying, he was terrible at sword-fighting, and now I've seen his magic, there was no way he could stand a chance with the smallest creatures.

The poster said sword fighting and wand practise. Or well that's what the pictures on the poster showed anyway. There was a wand and a sword crossed over each other, Lockhart's face in the background, smiling like he'd won the lottery. I jogged to catch up with Draco and Blaise and we walked to the great hall fantasising about what could happen to Lockhart.