(Edit, 6/11/18)

I sat down at a long table, staring up at the so-called wizards. Moody stared at me suspiciously, and I suddenly felt self-conscious, as if he could see right through, my now NOT see-through shirt. I shifted uncomfortably under their stares. The three Weasley boys weren't in the room, but I could hear something moving under the door; I assumed they had a way to eavesdrop.

I decided to not tell them we were being listened in on, otherwise, the kids would likely question me later. I looked at my hands, stroking the two rings on my finger. The skull ring, from Bianca... and my beautiful engagement ring... I can't wait to get home... Is Will ok? I wondered I need to get home- home? When did I start calling camp home? I need to-

I was jerked out of my thoughts by something crashing, I jumped up, and looked around, hand on my sword in the shadows. The wizards also jumped up, but when they heard a loud women screeching, the calmed down and put away their wooden sticks. I carefully pulled my hand out of the shadows holding my sword, trying not to raise suspicion, but everyone was staring at me, with a newfound weariness.

I sat down slowly, and Moody's eye swiveled around in its socket, landing behind him. He turned to the lady in the room, whom they called Mrs. Weasley. "Molly, Hermione is here, take her upstairs with the boys."

Mrs. Weasley stood and exited the room, I assume to go get the girl... Hermyni they said? Wait, no, Hermione, yes, that was it!

I shifted in my chair, my fingers tapping in a rhythm on my seat. Everyone turned towards me, and Moody's eye fixated on my shirt.

"So are we going to question me or are you guys going to stare at me all night?" I asked impatiently, I desperately wanted to get back to camp.

I turned my attention back to the people surrounding me. Severus, Moody, Remus, and Mr. Weasly.

I heard muffled chatter outside from Mrs. Weasly through the crack in the door, when I heard someone next to me clear their throat.

"Firstly," I heard Severus say, with a drawling sigh, "how did you fall through the roof?"

Do I have to answer? I don't think I do... I need an adult- wait, never mind, I'm 85.

As I zoned out, Sever- screw it, I'm calling him Sev, tapped my shoulder. I jumped and looked up. "Hey? Uh, I have a question." I said, almost whispering. "When can I go home?

Everyone looked at me suspiciously, I mean, I would too, if a random emo looking 15-year-old Italian boy, fell out of my ceiling.

Moody looked away from me, obviously wanting to ask me a question. "Hey, Moody? What's bothering you?"

He jumped, obviously surprised I noticed, the others looked curiously at him, and he winced, which surprised them all, I guess it's not normal for him to show weakness in front of others.

He spoke barely above a whisper, I barely heard him, "Where can a 15-year-old get so many scars?"

I blinked in surprise. Styx. His eye, it could see through my shirt. Curse the Gods...

No thunder rumbled.

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Severus Snape (Sev)'s PoV.

Nico shifted in his seat, not staying still for more than a second. His fingers drummed on the wooden seat he was in. He suddenly looked over at Moody.

"Hey, Moody? What's bothering you?"

I looked at Nico with surprise, then looked at Moody, who jumped in surprise, and winced.

"Where can a 15-year-old get so many scars?" His voice barely above a whisper, the words floated into the silence.

Nico cursed in another language I couldn't understand and apparently come to a realization. He stares off into space. He looked pained as he spoke, "You wouldn't want to know, don't ask." With those words, he looked much older, as if he could be 80 years old. But that's ridiculous, he is only 15... Did he say he was 15? Or did we just assume that?

"Hey, Nico? How old are you anyway?" My question seemed to snap him out of his death-like trance. 

He sat there for a second, his eyebrows scrunched up, deep in thought. He looked at his hands and started counting on his fingers. Does he not know his own age? He looked up at me, his dark, almost cat-like eyes stared at me. "What year is it?"

"1995"

Nico reeled backward in shock, falling out of his chair. I jumped up, and by the sounds of it, so did everyone else.

His hand ran through his dark black hair, his eyes betraying his panic. I could faintly hear him muttering 'no' and the name Will, over and over. Along with a name I had heard before... Stolls? Didn't the Weasley twins send a letter to someone named the Stoll brothers?

I went over to him but was pushed back by a force I could not explain. The room seemed to almost dim, and I felt cold as the shadows seemed to jump out of place, and cover Nico.

Nico stood up, backing into the corner, trying to calm himself down. Whatever he was doing, the shadows slinked back to their original positions, and the light got brighter again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Sorry about that. But I need to be right back."

Everyone was too shocked to stop him, so he walked straight out of the room. Who is Nico Di Angelo?

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Nico's PoV.

1995? Had I been transported back in time? Did one of the gods do this? If so, which one? And if not, how did I end up in a house of magic, stick-waving people?

I'm in England apparently, and-

I need to go. I sensed a spirit in the house, it was practically screaming at me to go talk to them. Maybe a Message?

I closed my eyes and looked into the world of the dead inside living. Ghosts in the overworld are quite common, Not everyone gets to cross the river Styx, and some don't want to wait thousands of years to be let in, so they roam the overworld. Ghost hunters? They really do see ghosts. I assume they can see through the mist. But yes, ghosts in the overworld, it's common but annoys the Styx out of my father and me with all the paperwork.

I pulled at the soul I felt, it was nearby, a woman. I tugged at her, but she didn't come to me... she was... trapped?

I opened my eyes and stood confidently. I looked over to everyone, and they were wide mouthed at my display of shadow control. Weren't these guys supposed to have magic? Why are they acting so surprised?

"Sorry about that, but I need to be right back." At that, I strode right out of the room.

When I left the door, I was in a sort of small living room, and some stairs led up behind the couch. The curtains in the room were a forest green, along with the shag rug. There was a painting on the wall of a man reading, who was moving? Huh. Weird.

I walked up the wooden stairs and saw a hallway. One way was a sort-of dead end, but it had a little ledge with a curtain in front of it. That's where I felt the woman's soul.

The curtain covering it was a deep shade of red, with a long rope to open it. The rope was a shiny silver color, but also gold? It seemed to shift back and forth between the two. There was a tassel on the end too, which made it feel like, if I pulled it, something would pop out.

I took a breath and pulled the rope. A large painting of a woman covered my view. She had dark, black hair... almost like mine. And her eyes... The same eyes... "Mom?"

I was short of breath. She looks like my mother. That's the only thought revolving through my head at that moment. But that couldn't make sense... My mother was Italian.

But she smiled. "Mio Figlio, Nico" I could feel a few tears trace down my cheek, and vaguely heard the wizards come into the room. "Tornare a Mezzanotte, e mi Diego ."

I wiped away my tears and nodded to her. "Ci vediamo alla Mezzanotte di mamma..." I whispered wistfully.

I ignored the questioning looks the Wizards were giving me and walked down the hall, and into my room. I closed the door and sat on my bed.

Midnight.

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A/N

HEYYYYYY.... I finally updated! I have been working on this chapter for a few weeks, so I apologize for not updating earlier... but it's out now! I just edited this from my personal writing journal, and came up with the idea that Mrs. Black is actually Ms. Di Angelo! So that would make Nico roughly about 30 years older than Sirius, and brothers at that! In this fic, I would imagine that Sirius is 36 years old, and born in 1959. The year now, is 1995, whereas Nico was born in the 1930's, where now, he is 15 (or 85, however you want to see it). Yes yes, so confusing... I confused myself just writing it! XD oh, and I Would peg Ms. Di Angelo to be about 49 when she had Sirius, and so she would have been 20 when she had Nico! I'm not even going to try and do the math for how old Bianca would be... but the translations! Yes!

Mio Figlio, Nico -- My son, Nico

Tornare a Mezzanotte, e mi spiego -- Come back at midnight, and I'll explain

Ci vediamo alla Mezzanotte di mamma -- See you at midnight mom...

Well, see you In the next chapter!!!

(published 10/11/17)