Bold italics are directly from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I'm reading from the chapter as I go as I don't remember them completely please bare with me. If stuff looks like it's paraphrased it probably is. Just for safety, those words in bold italic belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. Once more, they belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. 

Now say it with me: The words in bold italic belong to J.K. Rowling, not Scarlett. 

That should suffice, right?

TW: Panic attack (It may not be medically accurate because I don't have panic attacks or PTSD so I am truly sorry if it doesn't represent the condition very well.) 

Thalia smacked her lips trying to rid her mouth of the metal taste that resided in her mouth from flashing. Her father had tried to insist she stay the night until Hera was through with her lessons. It was an offer that Thalia had refused. Her father had let her go reluctantly. 

Zeus placed his hand on her shoulder and flashed her to her room in Grimmauld Place. 

"Thanks, Dad," she whispered to the quiet room. For a minute she relaxed on her bed when the clock in her room chimed.

"Eight o'clock," she mused, "Dinner time." 

Hera had only gotten through a few minimal lessons that she could do without invading Thalia's space too much.  Thalia saw that the goddess was a least trying and slowly over the course of the day let her get closer. Hera hadn't gotten much closer, but she was let closer than the original arm's length. 

The goddess of marriage fused over Thalia's hair only once more after the demigod's arrival. Thalia had once again told the goddess she would think about cutting her hair. Hera sighed and sent the immortal lieutenant on her way. 

Thalia opened her door quietly and snuck out of it quietly. Once she was out of the door she started walking normally, wincing as floorboards creaked underfoot. The house was really an old house that needed a lot of work. 

The house was dark and dusty so Thalia found it easy to stick to the shadows. She was unable to sneak into the kitchen however as the stairs near the kitchen were better lit than the rest of the house. 

It was her luck that Ginny noticed her. She was going to try and scare Nico who she noticed was standing in the room. 

"Thalia," Ginny greeted her. 

Thalia smiled and replied, "Ginny." Thalia turned to Sally and told her that Hera expected her to go back to the palace again. 

Sally laughed and told her, "Of course, though I believe Percy would call you lucky. Nico told me he said he was being held captive by Queen Anna." 

Thalia laughed a little at the Son of Poseidon's dramatics. 

"I don't trust my parents enough for that. For all I know, they may really hold me captive."

Sally nodded her head in understanding. 

Thalia was brought away from the conversation as a blur of colors sped into Nico's arms and called out their nicknames. If anyone but Estelle called her Lia they may end up dead where no one could find them but Estelle was still learning how to talk and couldn't pronounce their names perfectly so she got a free pass. It didn't hurt that she was also cute. 

She watched as Nico tickled Estelle mercilessly. Thalia smirked and stole Estelle from Nico picking up on tickling her. 

Hermione saved the poor toddler from the combined might of her family and after running around for a few moments everyone was thoroughly amused. 

When she heard about Harry's hearing in the morning she listened as they told what happened and what Harry was being accused of. She followed Nico when he talked to Hermes. 

"Good news," Thalia announced, "Duke Hector has agreed to represent Harry at his hearing." 

"That's amazing! How'd you do it?" Arthur exclaimed.

"We called in a favor," Nico told him. 

The next morning found most of the house awake waiting to wish Harry luck on his hearing. 

Molly and Sally offered everyone a variety of foods for breakfast that morning. Harry barely touched his food that morning to worried about the hearing and what the outcome could mean for him. 

"How are you feeling?" Arthur asked a tired Harry. 

Harry shrugged.

"It'll all be over soon," Mr. Weasely said bracingly. "In a few hours, you'll be cleared." 

Harry said nothing. 

"Yeah, Harry," Nico reassured, "It's an unfair trial anyway. You didn't do anything wrong and what you did do was self-defense." 

People around the room nodded in agreement. Molly tried to tame Harry's hair before they left unsuccessfully. No matter what she tried though it wouldn't stay down. 

"I got this, Molly," Sally laughed. She took the comb from the tired mother's hand and placed it on the table, "I've learned that if someone has hair like this it takes a big gulp of hair gel to keep it down. The comb won't do anything besides for a few seconds." 

Sally combed through Harry's hair with her fingers a little. Pushing it out of his eyes and to the side of his head. It looked neater than before but it was still messy. 

Mr. Weasley checked his watch and looked up at Harry. 

"I think we'll go now," he said. "We're a bit early, but I think you'll be better off there than hanging around here." 

"Okay," said Harry automatically dropping his toast and getting to his feet. 

"You'll be all right, Harry," said Tonks, patting him on the arm. 

"Good luck," said Lupin. "I'm sure it will be fine." 

"And if it's not," said Sirius grimly, "I'll see to Amelia Bones for you..." 

Harry smiled weakly. Mrs. Weasley hugged him

"We've all got our fingers crossed," she said. 

"Right," said Harry. "Well...see you later then." 

He followed Mr. Weasley upstairs and along the hall. 

"I'm coming with you," Nico told Arthur and Harry as they were getting ready to leave. 

"Why?" Arthur asked. 

"Duke Hector will be expecting one of us to be there and since Thalia has to go see her father again and Percy is with his father I will be going with you," Nico replied slipping on his suit jacket that was hanging on his arm. 

The suit was pure black with the only color being the red handkerchief in his pocket and his white shirt. The suit didn't have a tie but a scarf-type fabric was draped over Nico's neck. The fabric was made from what looked like velvet with gray tassels at the end. The suit framed Nico's body perfectly and made him look every bit the Prince he was. 

Arthur unlocked the door and the trio set out for the Ministry of Magic. 

"You don't normally walk to work, do you?" Harry asked Arthur curiously. 

Arthur shook his head and told Harry that he usually apparated but with the circumstances of Harry's hearing it was best not to do that on this day. 

"I think it's best we arrive in a thoroughly non-magical fashion...makes a better impression given what you're being disciplined for.." Arthur proclaimed. 

Nico kept his hand on his ring as they walked similarly to the way that Arthur kept his clenched around his wand. 

Nico was startled for a second when he heard a sound down a nearby alley but relaxed when the noise turned out to be a stray cat. The next noise they weren't so lucky and it did turn out to be a humanoid figure. 

"Niiiccooo Diiiii Anngeelllooo," a feminine voice hissed from the darkness of the streets. 

"It's not going to work," Nico called to the voice, "You're charm only works if the person you're using it on is attracted to girls." 

The girl lunged at Nico who just as quickly took off his ring and stabbed her through the stomach. She bled for a second before turning to dust. She didn't leave without a mark on Nico though. His arm was cut from what looked like five long claws. The wounds weren't deep and were bleeding frantically. 

A man in another suit ran up to the demigod and forced a lemon square down his throat.  The wounds started to close almost instantly leaving nothing but thin scars. The same couldn't be said for the suit though. Nico looked grimly at the jacket and threw it down seeing no use for it anymore. 

The new arrival. A blue-eyed, black-haired man handed Nico a canteen of something. The demigod took it and drank a couple of sips before handing it back to its owner. 

"I'm sorry who are you?" Arthur asked the male looking him up and down. The suit he wore was a light brown and seemed to vaguely resemble one of those Fed Ex uniforms that you see on muggle delivery people. 

"Duke Hector Olympia," the bright-eyed man introduced himself. 

"Duke Hector, what are you doing here I thought you were meeting us at the Ministry?" Nico asked. 

"I was but then word arrived that the meeting location had been changed. I thought it best to warn you. It seems I was just in time too," Hector responded. 

"Where will the hearing be held?" Arthur asked.

"Courtroom Ten." 

"Thank you for the warning, sir."

"No problem at all," Hector waved off. 

The group of four walked to the underground station where they would catch a train to the center of London. Harry handled the payment since Arthur didn't know how to do it and he arrived before Nico and Hector. 

It took five more minutes for the train to arrive and the four piled on. They stayed on the train for at least four stops before getting off. Arthur had been counting down till they got off the train. 

They got off at a station in the very heart of London, swept from the train in a tide of besuited men and women carrying briefcases. Up the escalator, they went, through the ticket barrier (Mr. Weasley delighted with the way the stile swallowed his ticket), and emerged onto a broad street lined with imposing-looking buildings, already full of traffic. 

"Where are we?" said Mr. Weasley blankly, and for one heart-stopping moment Harry thought they had gotten off at the wrong station despite Mr. Weasley's continual references to the map.

 "Ah yes...this way." and led the others down a side road. 

"Sorry," he said, "but I never come by train and it all looks different from a Muggle perspective. As a matter of fact, I've never even used the visitor's entrance before." 

Nico sighed preparing for the worst. At least if they did get lost Hermes should know how to get them where they needed to be. 

"It's okay," Hermes reassured, "I get lost sometimes when I use Muggle transportation." Nico knew Hermes was just saying that to make Arthur feel better. He rarely ever used anything but flashing to get where he needed to go and even then he only mainly delivered to gods (who were easy to find because of their auras). 

Eventually, Mr. Weasley led them into a run-down area which was rather unimpressive. 

"Here we are," Arthur patted the telephone box, "In you go." 

They climbed into the phone booth. It was a tight fit but it worked somehow. 

Harry was jammed against the telephone apparatus which was hanging crookedly from the wall as though a vandal had tried to rip it off. Mr. Weasley reached past Harry for the receiver. 

"Mr. Weasley, I think this might be out of order too," Harry said. 

"No, no, I'm sure it's fine," said Mr. Weasley, holding the receiver above his head and peering at the dial. "Let's see...six..." he dialed the number, "two...four..and another four...and another two." 

As the dial whirred smoothly back into place, a cool female voice sounded inside the telephone box, not from the receiver in Mr. Weasley's hand, but as loudly and plainly as though an invisible woman were standing right beside them. 

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and businesses." 

Mr. Weasley hesitated for a second in which Hermes took the opportunity to speak up. 

"Duke Hector Olympia. I will be representing Mr. Harry Potter in his hearing. I also have Nico Di Angelo with me the son of King Hayden." 

As Hermes finished Arthur said, "Arthur Weasley, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. I am escorting Harry Potter to his hearing." 

"Thank you," said the cool female voice. "Visitor, please take your badge and attach it to the front of your robes." 

There was a click and a rattle, and Harry saw something slide out of the metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. Three badges appeared in the chute. One said: Duke Hector Olympia, lawyer for the case of Harry James Potter. 

The second said: Prince Nico Di Angelo, Visitor. 

The last one said: Harry Potter, Disciplinary Hearing.

The three took the badges out of the shoot and pinned them to the front of their shirts. 

"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium." 

The floor of the telephone box shuddered. They were sinking slowly into the ground. Harry watched apprehensively as the pavement rose up past the glass windows of the telephone box until darkness closed over their heads. Then he could see nothing at all; he could only hear a dull grinding noise as the telephone box made its way down through the earth. 

Nico's breathing picked up a tad bit. Maybe this was a bad idea he thought. The movement reminded him of his trip to Tartarus right after he was captured and carried to the overworld through the Doors of Death. Except this time he was going down not up. 

"Nico, it's okay. You're not going back. Do you want me to call Will?" Hermes asked. 

Nico could only manage a nod as his breathing was heavy. 

"Okay." Hermes drew his Caduceus which had been in the form of a wand with Martha and George intertwined around it. He transformed the weapon into a telephone and dialed the camp number. 

"Can you get Will?" Hermes asked as soon as the phone was answered. 

Soon the phone was handed to Nico. 

"What's wrong?" Will asked Hermes when he was put on. 

"Nico's having a panic attack." 

"Can I talk to him?" 

Hermes nodded before remembering that Will couldn't see him, "Um... yeah," Hermes said handing off the phone. 

Hermes put the phone to Nico's ear. 

"Nico," Will softly called out, "Breathe with me okay?" 

Nico nodded and took a deep breath as Will said, "In...out. Good. In...out." 

Nico's breathing eventually returned to normal. 

"Thank you," breathed Nico softly to his boyfriend. Then so lightly only Will could hear on the other side of the phone, "I miss you," admitted Nico. 

"I miss you too, Sunshine," Will admitted just as quietly. Nico smiled saying a quick, "I love you," before handing up the phone and handing it back to Hermes. Hermes efficiently changed it back into a wand. 

The telephone box had stopped a few minutes into Nico's panic attack. Luckily Arthur and Harry had the sense to keep the door closed once they exited. No one had seen the Prince of the Underworld panicking. 

Nico righted himself and stepped out of the box with a faked confidence that he certainly wasn't feeling at the moment. 

The Ministry of Magic was a fancy building. The telephone box had let them down into a hallway. The floors were made of dark wood and polished to perfection. The ceiling was a bright blue and was decorated with continuously moving and changing symbols of gold. Most of the side walls were covered by fireplaces where Ministry Officials would enter on the left or leave on the right. 

In the middle of the hall stood a cluster of statues all made of gold. A wizard pointed his wand straight into the air as if calling something down. Nico wouldn't be surprised if the statue was modeled after Zeus. The wizard's position looked exactly like Thalia's when she was calling down lightning to blast her enemies. 

In front of the wizard was a witch. If he looked close enough Nico could make out the symbol of two crossed torches. The witch was a statue of Hecate. The other three statues were magical creatures.

 There was a centaur. The centaurs in the wizarding world were different from the Party Ponies of the Greek world.  These ones were more serious than their Greek counterparts and preferred to use bows and arrows as their primary weapon instead of paintball guns. 

A goblin was also pictured along with a house elf. Those two creatures were more closely just the Wizarding World and had been created by Lady Hecate. 

"This way," said Mr. Weasley.

3000 words how do you feel? The hearing will be held in the next chapter this one just got way too long to put the Hearing into. Do the 3000 words also make up for the day delay in the chapter being put out?

--Scarlett.