Chapter Seven: My Professor Calls My His Lord
Nico's P.O.V.

I LOOK UP AND SEE HUNDREDS OF OWLS come soaring in through the windows. My first thought, 'what in Hades is Athena doing?' The owls circle around and land on in front of their owners. Umbra lands right in front of me.

"Sophia!?" Annabeth whispers, "What are you doing." Sophia, huh. Annabeth's owl's name means wisdom in Latin....

Percy whispers back in reply, "Remember what Hecate said about mail?" I turn to Umbra and see that he has an envelope in his beak. I take it, and he flies away.

Inside the evolve there is a letter, and a necklace with a single bead. I read the letter first, thank the gods it was written in Greek.

Dear Nico,
I hope your quest is off to a good start. Here is the bead for the past year if you want it, since they were handed out after you left.
Good luck, Chiron.

I didn't really want the necklace, but I kept it anyways. The bead was designed to look like the Argo II, outlined with the colors orange and purple. I guess it represented the prophecy of seven.

"Yes!" Annabeth said, "Now I have ten."

"Now I have five," Percy said.

"Leo and I only have one so far," Piper says laughing.

"What are you talking 'bout, mates?" The red headed boy named Ron asked.

"Just a collectors game," Annabeth said quickly. "You try to get as many beads as you can for the necklace, so far I have ten."

"Oh," Ron said. "Those are some strange beads, what do they represent?"

"Nothing in particular." Says Percy.

"Look at today!" groaned Ron. "History of Magic, double Potions, Divination, and double Defense Against the Dark Arts... Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and that Umbridge woman all in one day!"

I almost laughed but I don't know why. It could have been because all those teachers names were funny enough. Or it could have been because, Defense Against the Dark Arts, I practically am the dark arts!

"Nico," Hermione said. "What's wrong mate? You look as if you're going to explode."

"Um- " I say, "It's nothing." Ron and Hermione look at me suspiciously while Harry just stares at his breakfast.

"But I'm serious, look what we've got today," said Ron grumpily, shoving his schedule under Harry's face. "That's the worst Monday I've ever seen."

"What do you think Defense Against the Dark Arts is going to be like this year?" Harry says coming out of his trance.

"Who knows?" Piper said, "What has it been like the last four years?" Hecate had told us about the previous teachers in that position. The first one turned out to be MoldyShorts living in the back of his head. The second was a famous snob, who tried to erase Harry's memory.... I think he would get along well with Hera. The third was a werewolf, but didn't do anything to try to harm Harry. The last one was a Thanatos Eater in disguise, who yet again, tried to kill Harry.

This wizard has as many enemies as I do, and I have a lot!

So after we ate, the five of us headed out for our classes, Piper, Leo, and I will be in the same class as each other. But Percy, and Annabeth will be in a completely different grade. This school year was going to be interesting.

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The first thing I actually learned today: I hate history of magic. Why? The teacher was a ghost. That bastard cheated my father! He should be put in the fields of punishment.

When Mr. Binns, the ghost teacher first saw me he whelped.

"My lord." He said. I couldn't afford my identity to be revealed so I just played dumb.

"Are you talking to me, Mr. Binns?"

"Please don't punish me." He quivered. I looked at him strangely because he was drawing attention towards me, so I walked away.

The rest of the lesson was normal, or what was normal for wizards anyway.

But what really struck me was that three-quarters of an hour's lesson was spent on droning on the subject of giant wars. I wanted to march up to him and slap him. I looked at Piper and Leo and noticed their shocked/ angry/ confused/ uncomfortable expressions. Then I looked at everyone else, they just looked plain bored(except Hermione).

The next class was more my type, but still not quite. The potions classroom was set up in the dungeons, which I found pretty cool. But the class itself was dreadful.

The teacher, professor 'Snape' started out the class with a lecture about getting acceptable scores on an owl. I found that strange. Then he gave us instructions which I found completely difficult and useless, "Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: the Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation. Be warned: If you are too heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing." I think once I master this potion correctly, that I need to make Leo some. That kid's way too hyper.

"The ingredients and method"- Snape flicked his wand- "are on the blackboard"- (they appeared there)- "you will find everything you need"- he flicked his wand again, Gods he's dramatic- "in the store cupboard" - (the door of the said cupboard sprang open)- "you have an hour and a half.... Start."

I spent most of my time trying to read my book, but then I gave up the attempt and copied what Hermione was doing in front of me.

"A light silver vapor should now be rising from your potion," called Snape, with ten minutes left to go. I looked at my potion... it was almost correct, except that a white vapor was rising from mine. Then I looked at what Leo and Piper had done.

Piper's potion was like mine, but Leo's potion had bright green smoke rising from his. It looked like that smoke that always appeared around Rachel whenever she spoke a prophecy.
Then Snape started walking around the classroom examining potions. At my cauldron, however, Snape stopped, looking down at me with a horrible smirk on his face.

"Di Angelo, what is this supposed to be?"

"The Draught of Peace," I said harshly.

"Tell me, Di Angelo," said Snape softly. "Can you read?"

"No." I said firmly, "I have dyslexia." I few people looked at me strangely like, 'I didn't know you had dyslexia'.

So that was the end of that class.

Next we went to the great hall for lunch and then, we went to Divination. I honestly didn't know what I was expecting, because what does Divination even mean?

"Good, day." The teacher said once the lesson had started. "And welcome back to Divination. I have, of course, been following your fortunes most carefully over the holidays, and am delighted to see that you have all returned to Hogwarts safely - as, of course, I knew you would." Is she some kind of oracle or something? Because there can only be one oracle of Delphi. I look in front of me and see that Lavander(another fifth year Gryffindor) is sitting across from me, great I have to listen to her all period.

"Turn, please, to the introduction and read what Imago has to say on the matter of dream interpretation. Then divide into pairs. Use The Dream Oracle to interpret each other's most recent dreams. Carry on." I look around to see that everyone else is already paired up... except Hermione. I turn to the page and start reading. By the time they had all finished reading the introduction of the book, we had barely ten minutes left for dream interpretation.

"Tell me about your dreams." Lavander says full of interest.

"Um," I can't tell her about my dreams. They're demigod dreams, so I guess I'll just have to twist the truth.

"Last night I had a dream about my time with my sister when I was younger."

"Let's see," Lavander says flipping through the pages of her book. "You feel that you have unfinished business with your past." Huh, something like that was kind of what I was expecting.

It was very boring work looking up bits of dreams in the books professor Trelawney had handed out. But I can truly clarify that I was not cheered up when she gave us the task of keeping a dream diary for a month as homework. I guess I'll have to lie about that too.

When the bell rang most of the students left the classroom quickly to prepare for the next class but before I could react Professor Trelawney said, "You three, stay." I looked to see that she was talking about Leo, Piper, and I. This can't be good.

Me: I do not own any of the characters. All characters either belong to Rick Riordan or J.K. Rowling.
Fate #1: I have a fun idea.
Fate #2: What?
Fate #1: What if we put Rachel, Ella, and Trelawney in the same room for three hours?
Fate #3: *evil laughter*
Fate #2: That would be so fun.
Me: I really don't get you three.

If you actually read OoTP on page 229, it says that Harry's first lesson in History of Magic was spent discussing Giant Wars. How ironic is that?
-Europa