Damn, it's been a while. I just sort of lost inspiration. But here's a pretty short, but still important new chapter! Woo hoo!

*Warning: Nico and Leo are both dudes, meaning this story contains slash. If you're homophobic, don't wanna read about homosexuality, or whatever, feel free to leave this page.*

*Disclaimer: PJO and HP both belong to their respectable authors. I'm not either of those authors.*

Chapter 4

Leo's POV

Poor Neville had to wake Leo and Nico up the next morning, which wouldn't be that bad if they weren't hopelessly tangled together and half-naked. Leo brushed it off quickly while Nico was bright red for fifteen minutes straight. They got dressed, put on the uniforms, and headed out into the Great Hall for breakfast.

Nico frowned at the schedule. "Does that say "History of Magic" or "Mystery is Yachts?"

"I'm gonna go with the former," Leo said, spearing some sausage with his fork.

Nico took a bite of eggs. "Sounds boring. I can't figure out what classroom it's in, though. You look."

Nico passed me our schedule. Leo couldn't find out where the first period time slot was, let alone the class number. "We're gonna be late. I can feel it."

Sure enough, when the time came to attend class, they had no idea what we were doing, and Leo was much too sure of himself to ask a prefect for help.

"More like stubborn," Nico said as they passed the same statue for the third time. Thankfully, they eventually found the History of Magic classroom, twenty minutes late. Professor Binns didn't say a word, thanks to Nico's status as Ghost King. Leo sat in the nearest empty seat to get the glaring eyes off of himself, and Nico sat in the back.

"As I was saying, class," Professor Binns said in a trembling voice, "The Trolls would carve their weapons out of stone, not unlike early homo habilis wizards would. In fact..."

"Leo. Leo, baby. Leo."

"What...?" Leo picked up his head and rubbed at his eyes.

"Class is over. You fell asleep." Nico waved a notebook. "I got us some notes, though, so we're covered."

"Thanks," Leo mumbled. He stood up, noticing the same girl with bushy brown hair from the train tutting at him. He frowned.

"Let's go." Leo grabbed his stuff and followed Nico to their next class, which, thankfully, they made to on time.

Professor Snape had given them a ridiculously complicated potion to make, which was even more complicated being that neither Leo or Nico had ever made a potion in their lives.

"It's going to Tartarus," Leo said hopelessly. He had actually set the potion on fire, making a girl scream.

"Um..." Nico raced over the ingredient storage and seized a handful of caterpillars, which immediately slumped dead in his hands. When Nico was feeling any strong emotion, his powers got a little... Enthusiastic.

Nico watched helplessly as the whole barrel of caterpillars died. "Oh, fuck me."

"What, might I ask, is going on here?" Leo was so busy watching Nico he didn't notice the potions had sparks shooting off of it.

"Er..."

"Professor Snape," a nasty Slytherin girl cried, "Di Angelo killed all of the caterpillars!"

"And the rats," Nico mumbled into Leo's ear. Leo couldn't hold back a laugh.

"What are you giggling about, Valdez?" Snape was seething.

"Uh... Just a joke I was told this morning. It went like this: a barrel of dead caterpillars and a very sorry Nico di Angelo walked into a potions classroom-"

"You two will have detention of Friday. Eight o'clock. And twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape pointed his wand at the caterpillars, muttered a spell, and sent them to who-knows-where. Just then, he noticed the dead rats as well. "What the-"

The clock hit eleven just then, and Nico and Leo hastily made way out of the classroom.

Next was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was just about as much fun as Potions. The class was started off with instructions to read a huge textbook Professor Umbridge, who Leo decided he was not too fond of. Nico agreed.

The reading was cut short, however (no one was really reading anyway), when the girl who had tutted at Leo raised her hand. After a long process of Umbridge faking ignorance, she finally pretended to notice her.

"Is there a problem with the assigned reading, Miss Granger?" She asked in a sugary sweet voice.

"Well, no-" Granger began-

"Then what would be the problem?"

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells."

"Well, why would there be, my dear?"

That was when all of Hades broke loose. Umbridge didn't realize how much shit went on in the world, and the students were pretty damn sure of what did. Harry spoke of Voldemort, and Umbridge gave him detention. Everyone left in silence.

"That was the last class today," Leo said cheerfully.

Nico pushed his shaggy hair out of his face. "Listen, I have something to show you..." They both sat down in the Great Hall, and Nico pulled out his DADA textbook.

"Ew, we just got out of that class."

"Look, you goof." He pointed to a paragraph on page 389.

"One well known type of half breed is the demigod, or half-blood. Don't confuse these dastardly creatures with wizards. They are born of a mortal and an ancient god. There isn't scientific proof of the beasts, and not many are even aware of the myths about their existence, but be wary, for there have been instances where they were believed to be real. Each had different powers according to their godly parent, such as:

Zeus/Jupiter: ability to electrify, ability to fly using the wind

Poseidon/Neptune: ability to control water

Hades/Pluto: ability to sense death, cause death (only to small organisms), and control shadows; only children of Pluto can control jewels and the underground

Hephaestus/Vulcan: (extremely rare) ability to control fire

Other signs of demigods shown on page 775. If you believe someone you know is a demigod, contact the ministry immediately. Helping in putting a demigod in Azkaban will get you a 100,00 galleon reward.

"What's Azkaban?" Leo asked nervously.

Nico swallowed. "I don't know... Doesn't sound good."

Leo kissed Nico's cheek. "Let's go to the common room."

"Yeah... Sounds good."