Nico at Hogwarts

Part 13

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Nico's P.O.V.

Everyone was down almost ten minutes after Sirius ran upstairs. One by one the Weasleys plus Harry came down, sitting down after giving Mrs. Weasley a hug. Ron, Fred and George are on 'table duty'. Fred and George were banned from using their wand, something with the summer vacation and Sirius' hand.

I pushed myself from the spot where I'd been leaning against the wall and walked towards Mrs. Weasley. She was busy cutting up veggies and watching the soup at the same time. I grabbed one of the knifes laying next to her, a piece of tomato and started cutting with her. She looked surprised and opened her mouth to protest but I was already talking.

"Let me help. I can't sit still for long." Mrs Weasley nodded and started giving orders on what I had to cut and how. I didn't mind because it reminded me of the times I helped my mother with cooking.

"Oh wow." I heard Ginny say behind me. "Who made this?"

I turned around to see Ron taking something from her. "Wow, this is good. But also really creepy." He said turning around. I saw that he was holding my sketchpad.

"Oh that's mine." I said turning back to finish chopping up the potatoes.

"What is it? It looks like a horse." Said Ron.

"It is a Thestral." Harry cut in. I finished the potatoes. Mrs. Weasley gave me a nod telling me she was almost done and I didn't need to help anymore. I walked towards Harry and took my sketchpad from him. I had indeed drawn a Thestral, you could see my fathers palace in the background.

"Luna told me what they are." Harry answered Ron's raised eyebrow.

"Kids, dinner is ready. We're gonna visit Arthur when you guys are done with eating." Mrs. Weasley's voice rang up behind us.

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We were standing in front of a closed store in the middle of London. Several aurors joined us. A guy with a wooden like leg and a creepy eye that kept spinning around, a dark skinned man with a very deep voice and a younger woman with bubblegum-pink hair. They were all on high alert, like they were expecting an attack of some sorts. Of course I was the same way. Because come on, a son of one of the big three in a city that is closer to the achient Rome and Greek. That is just calling to old powerful monsters 'Hey want some demigod meat?!'

I didn't understand in general why I had to come along. I didn't know Mr. Weasley, and I doubted that some actually wanted me there with them. This is something you should do with family, not strangers you've just known for a day. But for some reason Mrs. Weasley insisted that I would join them.

Tonks, the auror with the pink hair started talking to the mannequin behind the glass. Harry and I looked weirdly at her. 'Yes, just talk to a lifeless object.' I thought, but almost jumped in the air when the doll moved away and Tonks stepped through the window.

"Okay, so that happened." I mumbled to Harry, who gave a small laugh before the weird guy with the creepy eye, Moody I believe they called him, grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him through. I followed them, Kingsley, the dark skinned man, behind me and being last to enter.

I didn't follow what the Weasleys all said because I became pretty fast distracted by a guy who had an orange stuck in his nose.

'Wizards' I silently scoffed to myself 'I mean seriously how do you get an orange stuck in your nose?!'

I got pulled out of my thoughts by Ginny who grabbed my wrist. "Are you coming or not?" She asked. I blinked a few times before following her up to the stairs. After a little while walking, and in my case, getting highly amused by the ridicules injuries wizards come up with. We arrived by Mr. Weasley's room. The adults entered first making us, the kids wait at the door.

Fred and George grabbed something that looked like a pair of ears bound together by a long meaty kind of thread. I didn't even want to know what it was.

"I'm gonna get something to drink in the cafeteria." I said to Ginny, who's attention was on the creepy ear. She nodded and mumbled a sure, but I doubted if she even heard me.

After sometime walking I finally found the cafeteria. Thank the gods I had some galleons with me. I walked up to the counter and ordered a warm chocolate. I really hate the fact that wizards don't have any coffee. How do they even survive without it?!

"Nico" I heard a call behind me. I turned around to see Neville walking to me with an old grumpy looking woman following behind him.

"Hey Nev, what are you doing here?" I asked once Neville was close enough. Neville however didn't have a change to answer. The old woman, whom I suspected to be Neville's grandmother, answered.

"We are visiting my son and daughter in law." She said, she sounded almost like Demeter on a bad day when she was visiting in the underworld. I looked at Neville with an raised eyebrow, a sad look crossed his face. "His parents were aurors. Real shame that they are insane after being tortured by those filty beasts called the death eaters." Neville's grandmother kept on talking, not noticing or ignoring the fact that Neville didn't like to talk about it.

"Is it okay if I join you?" I asked Neville in greek. I have been giving him lessons so it'll be easier for him. All demigods understand it naturally but everyone needs practice with it. I wanted to join Neville because that is better than doing nothing, and I don't want to separate from Neville. It is kind of a demigod instinct. 'Stay together, fight together' kind of instinct.

"Please," Neville said, a little of sadness leaving his eyes "I doubt I would survive any longer alone with gran." I chuckled and turned to Neville's grandmother who was watching us with a calculating graze.

"Hello Mrs. Longbottom. I'm Nico Di Angelo, a school friend of Neville. Do you mind if I'll join you for some time?" I asked with a voice that I usually used with Demeter or Persephone. Mrs. Longbottom seemed taken aback but nodded.

"What was that for a language?" She asked Neville, who gulped. I piped up in the conversation. "It was Greek. My family is half greek and Neville found it interesting so I taught him the language. It apparently helps with his magic because he has been becoming better." I wasn't completely lying, Neville was becoming better at magic.

Neville's grandmother nodded in approval to her grand son and started walking away. Neville and I following her.

[a/n]
so this is a filling chapter. I really did my best and wanted to do something with Neville in St. Murgo's. It really isn't my best but it is all I can get from myself

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