An Unexpected Return (Book Two In The Prince Of Darkness Trilogy)

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A/N: Disclaimer time. Ginny, you do it.
Ginny: What?
Me: *shrugs* My story. The people like you.
Ginny: What people?
Me: Just do the disclaimer already!
Ginny: Ok, ok, the author owns nothing! Not me, not my friends, not Nico, not his world! Ok? Can I go now?
Me: Nah, stick around. The chapter is beginning.

***Nico's P.O.V***

Yawning, I opened one of my eyes and sat up. Will was still curled around me, smiling slightly in his sleep. I smiled too, and kissed his forehead lightly. I wearily stood up, and as soon as I surveyed the room I tensed. I wasn't sure what, but something felt wrong. Out of place, like monster lurking in the shadows. I paced around the room, trying to figure out what was giving me this uncomfortable feeling. There was a shuffling noise behind me, and I spun round instantly.

"Morning Neeks," Will yawned, stretching like a cat. "You're up early."

"Didn't feel like sleeping in late." He raised an eyebrow.

"What's the matter?"

"I've got this feeling. Like someone was here who shouldn't be..."

"Sounds like someone's being paranoid. But you're right, I can feel it too. Anything moved or stolen? Weapons? Plans?" I paced around the room thoughtfully as I listened to Will's suggestions. When I approached the corner of the room where there were a few slightly dusty cupboards, I stopped.

"Will? I found something."

"What is it?" I stared at the long ginger strands that lay on the floor.

"Cat hair."

***Ginny's P.O.V***

I stared at him, my mouth gaping open. "You're what?"

"I told you. The North Wind. I thought you were bright."

"And you're a god?"

"Yes."

"Couldn't you just use your godly powers to zap yourself out of there?"

"Tut tut, it's not that simple. The jar had powerful enchantments on it. Eris may be a minor god, but she has great power, and likes the world to know it."

"Right. Powerful and attention seeking, got it. Anything else? Like, I don't know, how to get out of this classroom?"

"Maybe. Close your eyes, I'm sure you'd prefer to not be incinerated." I closed them, and could hear him muttering. A bright flash that I could see through my eyelids came and went and I slowly opened them after the light subsided and glanced around the room. A few old pieces of homework tacked up on the wall were slightly charred, as well as some wand movement posters. Boreas stood in the middle, biting his lip nervously and wringing his hands.

"What was that supposed to do? Burn down the room?" I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. I was closed to being done with this 'god'. 15 minutes alone with him and I was ready to-

"It was supposed to be me flashing out."

"Which is?"

"Godly teleportation."

Of course it would be.

"And I presume it didn't work."

"That...that would be right. So, what are we going to do now?"

"Well we're trapped."

"No schist Sherlock." I glared at him.

"Well we're trapped SO we'll need to eliminate ways of opening the door. After you."

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What seemed like days later Boreas slumped against the door. I was smirking. As annoying it was that I was stuck here with this guy, it was very funny to watch him try (and fail) to break down the door 666 times, his pride slowly chopping away. Comedy. Gold. "How's it going for you, breaking that door down."

"Almost...there." He huffed, sending an ice dagger at the door. It shattered on impact, but the door remained unscathed. I nodded.

"Sure you are. Surprised you never tried the window." I pointed to the small window and opened it. The North Wind's mouth dropped open.

"You, you knew about that? The whole time? And never told me?" I shrugged.

"Worth being stuck in here for another hour to see you entertain me. I managed to open it on attempt 345."

"Well I won't fit through there."

"Can't gods change their shape?"

"This room is stifling my godlyness!"

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuure. But whatever, I can probably fit through it."

"Then go ahead Miss Weasley. I'll watch." I rolled my eyes and walked up to the window, studying the dimensions. I placed my hand on the sides of the brick, and slipped my left leg through, then the right. Now I was sitting with my legs dangling over what could be a 20 foot drop. Leaning out slightly, I saw an open window about 10 metres away, with a couple of crevices and a window sill between. I narrowed my eyes slightly. I could do this. Turning my head to look at Boreas, I said, "I'll open it from the outside. Wait for me." I didn't hear his answer as I slipped out, hanging off the sill. The wind was roaring in my ears as I dangled above the courtyard.  Gripping the sill because my life depended on it, I swung and grabbed the first of the two crevices. I cautiously slipped my second hand into it two, and held my breath as I waited for it to crack. It didn't.

As I was contemplating my next move, the brickwork underneath my hands shifted. I froze, fear creeping up my back. Nothing else seemed to happen, and I sighed, putting it as loose stones. I prepared myself to make the jump to the next window, although this one was closed.

Then the bricks cracked and I found myself falling, plummeting through the air to certain doom...

A/N: Heyo people! Another chapter, almost didn't finish this in time! Hope you like it.

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