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Warning: Violence, Threats.

Chapter 12: wait, that's not all!

Nico's POV

"there has been no war for at least ten years."

"not a wizarding war. I will not tell you everything but I'll tell you this. I'm not human." -cue the gasp from Lucius- "and there are others like me. nowhere near as powerful, more on a normal wizard scale, but we fight our own wars. and we lost many." my tone turned dark near the end. images of the people we lost during the wars popped up uninvited. I slammed my mental barriers down before they could do any more damage to my already weak psyche.

"what are you then?" I smirked.

"I am the Ghost king."

Voldemort just sat there in shock for a moment.

"the what now?" Malfoy the elder asked after a few moments. I rolled my eyes.

"I. am. the. Ghost. King. did you get it that time?"

"you insolent brat! I ought to-" I cut him off mid rant.

"what? torture me? laugh at me? oh, gods forbid! kill me?! tell me Lucius, what do you plan to do? as I recall I still have your wand." I twirled said wand around my fingers.

"you give that back!" he cried rushing me. I sidestepped easily, and put him in a chokehold.

"if I hadn't promised blondie not to harm you, you would be dead right now." I whispered into his ear. he paled further. when I released him, he scuttled back as far as he could in the room. it was pretty funny.

"Nico, I have a proposition for you" Voldemort said abruptly. I turned and saw Draco's pale face in passing.

"propose then." I told the 'dark lord'. Honestly, where did he come up with that? the Dark Lord was Hades not some wacked up mortal.

"would you like to join my army?" well, guess he was an ambitious wacked up mortal.

"no." was my flat answer. I help up my pointer finger to continue my response before anyone could say anything. "I do not wish to become a 'Death Eater'. however, I will help you guaranteed you meet my terms."

"what are your terms?" Tom asked me.

"I will not do anything I do not want to. if anyone so much as touches a hair on Draco's head, I will rip their entrails out and eat them for breakfast. no matter their rank or prestige. I will not share any secrets I do not wish to. and you will not share any of my secrets. Finally, I get some pizza. I mean, seriously! they don't serve pizza at Hogwarts! it's evil really! I need some pizza in my life!"

Voldemort thought it over for a few minutes before deciding.

"I agree to all of your terms and conditions. If you will swear an oath on your conditions, we will call it a day, and go to dinner."

"very well. I, Niccolò di Angelo, swear on the river Styx, and my magic, that I shall help Tom Marvolo Riddle guaranteed he meets my terms and conditions. I can cancel this contract at any time. So, say I. so mote it be!" Voldemort nodded.

"very well then. Draco, lead our guest to the dining hall. I need to have a private chat with your father."

"let's go Nico." He pulled me out of there. He led me through his very confusing house. I mean, seriously? Did he need four living rooms? Twelve bedrooms? And this was only the part I'd seen!

"are we there yet?" I complained. Sue me. I'm hungry.

"hmm, whiny are we today? Yes, we're almost there. love." I smiled when he called me 'love.' We'd been dating for almost a week now. It was undoubtably the most amazing week of my life.

He pushed open a set of large doors. Inside, there was a room roughly the same size of the one we'd just left. There were seats all the way down a table placed in the center. About three dozen people were already seated when we walked in. every single one of them turned to stare at me. Probably because I was holding hands with Draco.

"who's this?" asked a woman who undoubtably Draco's mother.

"I'm his boyfriend. I'm assuming you're his mom. Nice to meet you." I held out a hand. She hesitantly shook it.

"where is your father?" she asked him. Draco blushed a little.

"um, the dark lord wanted to talk to him." Draco was purposely neglecting to tell her it was mostly my fault.

"oh. Where is your…friend going to sit? You are seated next to Yaxley and Dolohov."

"it's ok. I can fix that." Draco gave me a scared look when I proposed this. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "not that." I whispered into his ear. He visibly relaxed. He showed me where he sat, and the two wizards seated next to him. I smirked.

"this is no problem." I held my right hand out towards his chair, and enveloped it in shadows. It disappeared, and I replaced it with a small loveseat. "see? Now we can sit next to each other." Draco gave me a smile, and kissed me there. In front of all of the dark lord's present followers. I decided that was the perfect time to make my announcement.

"ok! Everyone, listen up!" all the talking ceased, and all eyes were on me. "I'm going to be helping you guys out. No, I'm not a death eater, I'm just a helper. If anyone even looks as Draco the wrong way. No one will find the body. Do I make myself clear?" my tone was deadly serious. No one objected so I sat down, and pulled Draco down next to me. In was in this position we were in when Voldemort came in.

"ah, I see you've met my devoted followers." (read: servants.)

"yep." He took his seat, and food appeared. Just like Hogwarts. I watched everyone else waiting to see what they did. When Voldemort took his first portion, they began to take theirs. I followed this example. It didn't do to make your ally's mad at you. True to his word, there was pizza on the table. I smiled, and grabbed a slice. It was good. Not house of night good, but decent none the less.

After the meal, Voldemort stood.

"you have by this point met our new helper. I shall not reveal his name, or powers as he has asked me not too. If you must talk to him directly you may call him Ghost King. Is that understood?" whispers had broken out when he announced my nickname. Again, no one objected. At least they knew how to shut up.

Voldemort then launched into his plans which I found both stupidly planned, idiotic, and plain dumb. I mean, really? Making Draco kill a wizard five times his age, and ten times his magical capabilities? That was just blatant stupidity. When he announced that Harry Potter had to die, I raised my hand.

"yes?" he asked me irritably.

"why does Harry have to die? I mean, what has he ever done to you? He's a sixteen-year-old teenager with less magic then I would have suspected. Why do you feel the need to kill him?" Voldemort glared at me.

"there is a prophesy," He started. Great. Just great. I just got out of one of those! Argh! I just couldn't catch a break, could I?! "it determined that he would one day have the power to kill me."

"can you recite the prophesy please?"

"the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not. And either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives."

"where did you get this prophesy from?"

"a seer." I bust out laughing. But managed to ask

"what's their name?"

"Sybil Trelawny." I laughed harder.

"oh, my gods!" I gasped out. Laughing harder. Oh, this was too much! If Voldemort hadn't done anything, he would've been fine! Mortal seer's prophesies only came true if the people in them made them come true! The fates didn't decree those prophesies. It was a bit much for me, who had my whole life been dragged around because of a prophesy.

"what is so bloody funny?!" Voldemort demanded finally losing his cool.

"it's just that if -laugh- you hadn't -laugh- done anything you -laugh- would've been fine!" I fell into laughter once more. No one else was laughing. In fact, they were all deadly silent.

"what do you mean by that?"

"well, you see, when a seer makes a prophesy, nothing happens if no one ever knows about it. It's the decisions people make that leads to the prophesies being fulfilled. If you had never heard that prophesy, nothing would have happened! Harry would have grown up with his parents happy, and loved. You wouldn't have lost thirteen years of your life, and the war would already be over!" the death eaters seemed shocked at this revelation.

"well, getting out of that mess was mildly interesting." I told Draco as he snuggled on my chest. We on his bed wrapped up in my wings as usual

"I'll admit. Their facial expressions were very nice." He cuddled closer. I smiled. Within moments, he was out like a light.

Percy's POV

The quest would be leaving tomorrow. There were a lot of people going. Thalia was going along with her brother Jason. They had been ordered by Zeus. Artemis was very unhappy about losing her lieutenant. Leo was going, mostly for fun. Calypso wanted some alone time with the campers. Annabeth and I were obviously going. So was Will. That one I didn't get; He was Nico's ex. That was not going to help with a diplomatic approach. Lou Ellen was also going. She was going because Nico was in Hecate's realm. We needed one of her kids for advice.

"hey kelp head! How you holding up?" Thalia asked.

"fine pinecone face. How's the hunt?"

"fine. How's Annabeth?"

"I'm fine." Annabeth said coming up behind her and giving her a hug.

"so, let me get this straight. Nico attacked my dad, and his own dad. How am I doing so far?"

"spot on." I told her. Thalia frowned.

"ok, so now my father wants us to go capture him claiming he's a 'rogue demigod'?" I mentally flinched. Technically speaking, Nico wasn't a demigod at all. Of course, we had nothing to compare this too. It's not every day that a primordial adopts, or had mortal children. We hadn't told the others about Nico's parentage. Or the wings. Or really anything at all. We had been forbidden to tell. It sucked big time.

"ok then. When are we leaving?" Lou asked.

"tomorrow. We will get there after Christmas break. That way if he did go somewhere, he'll be back."

"got it. What's our plan?" Thalia questioned. She certainly liked being informed.

"well, we're going to try the diplomatic approach. If that fails, we might have to fight him. I really don't want it to come to that. Nico is insanely powerful. He got away scotch free after stabbing the lord of the sky. I don't want to fight him. Also, he's like a brother to me." I told them.

"yeah, I don't want to fight him either. but if it comes to it, I am required by my father." Thalia looked upset, so Annabeth put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"it's ok. If you do end up fighting, I'm sure Nico won't want to fight to the death." Well, there was a whole new realm of possibilities. What if Nico had gone totally dark? Become a sadist? Went insane? I mean, he did jump into Tartarus… so, we can't rule out insanity.

"well. everyone, get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow."

End of Chapter.

There! No cliffie! Just for you dear readers! Also, I appolige for the long wait. I was grounded from literally everything. I'm sorry.

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