CHAPTER THIRTEEN: WALK TO HOGWARTS

                                    

                                          
I just wanted to show you guys this picture.... I thought it was funny. Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with this story or chapter.
                          
 ****WARNING: IN THIS CHAPTER HARRY CAN BE A LITTLE BIT OF A JERK
                          
Nico POV:
                          
         CRUNCH!!!
         I found myself back outside of Hogwarts, with Hermione, Ron, Harry,Reyna,and Hagrid. They were all staring at me, trying to snap me out of it. Then I realized:
         I could not speak.
         I could not move.
         I could barely breathe.
        My heart was beating so rapidly that I thought I would combust any second.
        My face was stained with tears.
        .........someone was hugging me.
        "Reyna?" Reyna, while hugging me, stiffened, then let go of me. "Reyna, wh-What happened?"
         "What happened? No, Nico. You need tell us what happened with you!" Harry yelled. He sounded so....frightened? Anguished? Ecstatic? Worried? I couldn't tell which. I hoped it wasn't the second to last one. That would be bad.
          "Flashback." I said, like that was the answer to everything. Thankfully, they let it go.
          I had forgotten that Hagrid was there, so when he spoke up I jumped about three feet into the air, and landed on my feet about six or seven feet away. "Anyways, 'Arry, were the Dursleys good to yer?"
         "Well, they were just as good as they always have been. I mean, considering that just this morning, Aunt Petunia (is that her name? Sorry) forced me to make a whole pack of bacon, and cook it correctly, all in about two minutes, and if they were not perfection then I got beat up, I don't think they're that good of a family."
          I don't think he noticed, but I gave a small nod of understanding. Sure, that exact thing has not happened to me, but I have been to Tartarus, seen my family killed, and...well, am just a son of hades in general. So, I understand what he is feeling.
                          
Harry POV:
                          
        As I finished speaking about the Dursleys, in the corner of my eye I saw that dark, gloomy kid give a nod of understanding.
       A. Nod. Of. Freaking. Understanding. 
      How dare he! He has no idea what I have been through! I watched both of my parents be murdered in front of me when I was just a baby, and am going into a war with Voldemort! That kid has probably never even seen bloodshed! He probably has a nice, big, comfortable house and loving family back in America! He has never seen war! He's, what, eleven? The year that he was born was not nearly long enough ago to have been in any wars! That kid is just a little selfish, self-adoring, spoiled brat. Oh, and did I mention that he pretended to faint, shake uncontrollably, just for attention!? How dare he!?
UGH! I thought....then an idea popped into my head. Oh...l I will get him back. I will show him how much of a spoiled brat he is.
        I scoffed loudly, earning the attention of the entire group.
        Then, I angrily strutted past Nico, knocking his shoulder with mine on the way past.
       I kept walking towards the school, Hagrid and them scrambling to catch up.

                          
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