CHAPTER 19

Nico POV

It was Potions now. The teacher was a ghost named Severus Snape. He is actually a legacy of Hades and a son of Hecate and used to teach at camp. He arrived at camp when he was 9 and left when he was 11.

He always visited me and told me stories of where he teaches and the myths. He actually taught us a bit of Potions and his handmade spell sectumsempra.

When we entered class, Percy's eyes widened and he happily sprinted forward and yelled "SEVY! "

The whole class was gaping and I heard some mutters of ' he's dead' and ' Sevy?!'.

Instead, Sevy smiled and the whole class looked faint. Did he not normally smile ? I get that he's scary, being a legacy of Hades....

We settled down and went to our table where I partnered Thalia and Percy was with Zoë. We were learning how to brew the incredibly difficult Felix Felicis. The recipe was as such :

Add Ashwinder Egg to a cauldron, then add horseradish and heat

Juice a squill bulb, add to the cauldron and stir vigorously.

Chop up anemone-like growth on the back of Murtlap, add to mixture and heat.

Add a dash of tincture of thyme and stir slowly.

Grind up Occamy Eggshell and add to mixture.

Stir slowly then heat the cauldron.

Add a sprinkle of powdered common rue.

Stir vigorously then heat the cauldron one last time.

Wave wand over potion in a figure of eight and say incantation ‘Felixempra!'

If successful, then we would get to take back our potions. Harry had used it before and seemed rather excited. Honestly, all of us , Zoë , Thalia , Percy and I could easily brew this, but it would not affect us.

No spell or Potion would. Only if we used Egyptian magic or Greek magic would it be effective. Even then , only ancient Greek magic would take full effect, Egyptian magic only half.

Harry started off immediately and confidently, apparently he was their class top Potions student. Top student my ass. He already made quite a few mistakes.

His Ashwinder Egg was too large and the anemone was too thick, it had to be chopped finer. Percy was doing well, well it was what we were trained to do by Hecate.

Too bad Harry got on Hecate’s bad books after getting arrogant after the Wizarding war.

By the end of the lesson, Percy’s potion was a bright glowing gold, bubbling gently.

Zoë and Thalia was almost finished, their potions had taken on a vibrant glowing gold, like a Drachma , and I just had to say “Felixempra” and I would be done. Harry was done but his potion was not glowing.

It was a dull gold colour, these was no shine and no gentle bubbling. Sevy went around the class, often stopping for sarcastic remarks or dramatic eye rolling.

At Harry’s the conversation went as such:
“Potter, care sharing exactly what this is ?”

“It’s a Felix Felicis potion.”

“Sir.”

“ No need to call me sir , Sir”

“Detention for a month and 20 points from Gryffindor. You must be the first house to have negative points!”

At Thalia's and Zoë's he commended them and at mine and Percy’s, he brought our 2 medium sized vials and gently filled up the vials with the potion. 

Swiftly , we left for flying lessons.

Percy POV

Now it’s time for Flying ! With someone called Madam Hooch. Eh, I’ve heard weirder names than Hooch. I mean can you find anything worse than Gottschalk?

I mean it’s like Gottschalk!! You got chalk ? And a teacher to top it off! If Gottschalk isn’t weird ...I dunno what is..

Harry is the schools best seeker and he uses a Firebolt broom. Our brooms, gifted by Hecate are unique. They are called the Olympian bird bolt.

They are the fastest brooms ever built and are fuelled by the Phlegathon waters.

Madam Hooch was teaching us sharp turns and tricks. Thalia had long overcome her fear of heights and Nico was blessed to fly in the domain. I was used to riding horses, Pegasus and dragons so brooms were nothing much.

Brooms were good but they can’t beat good ol’ fashioned Pegasi. The seat is too small and narrow. There’s too little support and it’s a bit difficult to turn. But we’re all naturals.

We could hang upside down , having the times of our lives. We learnt to ride it like a hoverboard and maintain balance. Harry was the captain of the Quidditch trails.

All of us are going to try out. I can’t wait ! Zoë and I are trying for Beater and Nico is trying for Chaser with Thalia. Hopefully we are selected.

We all decided to show off and flaunt our talents, and treat the Wizards for a small show of talent. I flew in front with Zoë and Thalia and Nico behind me.

With our wands, we made intricate patterns and designs in the air with water, with a flick of our wrists , the water patterns exploded, covering the field in a cool fog.

As we flew, out wands produced coloured smoke, and we flew in a way that we created out school crest. Another flick made it disperse into the sky. We then flew together, doing tricks and 90° vertical drops.

We flew into the clouds, out of sight and flew in a 90° nose dive, pulling up at the last moment , giving Madam Hooch a heart attack.

Our Finale was the best by far. We faced each other and in sync , flew straight backwards, using our wands to conjure up a misty image of a dragon before jumping of our brooms while 20 feet in the air and doing backflips and cartwheels through the air.

Lastly, we grabbed out brooms and jumped on to them at the last moment.

The class stared in shock at our performance. Good , be jealous, we are amazing.

We stood together smiling as we received pats and cheers from the class. I used to hate the attention, when I was Percy Jackson.

Now I get even more, being the son of all the Olympians and on top of that ARTEMIS. The man hating goddess. I’m used to such things from horses, Pegasi , nymphs , minor gods and forest animals.

What difference would people make ? Answer : none.

The Wizards are weird. They use strange feathered quills, just like in the medieval times.

Just to stand out, Thalia suggested to use Glass pens. Our pens were sea green, Lightning blue, pitch black and a soft silver respectively. (Guess who’s who) the nibs were made of Imperial gold and all of them had a glass dragon intertwined as the grip.

It was see through and the tinted glass was beautiful. At the top, it was personalised with a dragon, lightning bolt, skull and a bow.

They wrote beautifully and were more durable than the feathery counterparts.

Thalia POV

It was Herbology now, when Hecate had taught us it was quite interesting, but Nico was getting nervous and jittery. Even with Hecate’s blessing, as a child of death, he would kill any plant he touched.

We entered the Herbology greenhouse. This year we were learning how to care for the venomous tentacular.

Nico was getting more nervous as time went by as we approached the table covered entirely in plants.

He became paler if it was even possible. His face was stick between absolute horror and constipation as well as fear, I would laugh if I didn’t know what he was afraid of. But being able to make people crumble to ash and soul, is pretty scary to me. Mrs Sprouts the teacher , refused to have let Nico escape the class.

Despite knowing our heritage she was adamant of Nico learning her way of Herbs. True enough, as soon as Nico touched the plant, it shrivelled up and blackened, it looked dehydrated , dead and rather hollow as if it was showing is it’s soul was no longer present within.

Mrs Sprouts had a look of absolute horror on her face. Nico gave her his best “told ya so” look and she ushered him out of the classroom, yet to utter a word.

Many students looked at what happened and gasped as the plant turned to ash. Rumours started to spread that Nico was a evil Necromancer.

The class was fairly smooth. Unless you count the fact that Seamus had somehow set his plant alight on fire, Pansy Parkinson drowning hers and Ron nearly getting killed by strangulation, yep it was smooth.

We got back to our dorms after class and went to find Nico, he was in a heated discussion with for grovelling ghosts,othe bloody baron being one of them as well as Peeves apparently Peeves played a prank on him not knowing of his ghost King status he was more control of a ghost than Percy is.

Percy was the soul and spirit lord. Nico is better than Percy , Percy is better at controlling dead sprits and would while Nico had better control over ghosts. The ghosts bowed even lower at the sight of their 2 lords.

“Go away , leave us alone. Get the appropriate licence by next year.” Nick commanded. Percy was too busy rolling on the floor laughing at Nico’s current state.

After the ghosts left, Percy and Nico tensed. They frowned and as if acting with the same mind, stretched out their hands. About 5m away, the air shimmered, a translucent black cloth flew into their outstretched palms.

There standing awkwardly like a deer caught in headlights stood Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny.

“Give my cloak back ! Now !” Harry seethed.

“It’s not yours. It’s death’s.” Nico sassed back.

“unless you are death, it’s not yours. You gotta grow to around 7 feet tall, pale as paper and no glasses. If you wanna be a smart ass. At least be smart cause right now your just an ass. So what are you doing spying on us ?” Percy gave his best.

“lie and I’ll kill you” glare. His hand resting on his sword sheath.

“We...we were going to the library!” Harry stuttered out.

Zoë then started coughing “ Sorry” she said “ I’m terribly allergic to bullshit” She said it so apologetically, I nearly rolled in the floor laughing.

“In a invisibility cloak?” Percy asked , his voice gained a edge to it.
Together we left the liars behind and walked to our dormitories.