Nico Riddle

It was a dark and not particularly stormy night...

A/N: I, unfortunately, do not own the Percy Jackson series or the Harry Potter books, all current characters belong to Rick Rorden and J.K. Rowling.

Harry POV (3rd person)

Dumbledore rose. A hush fell over the table. It was so quiet that Harry could hear the gentle piter-patter of rain outside. "Well, Albus, are you going to say what you have to say or not?" Molly Weasley snapped, breaking the spell.

"Just figuring out how to put it," Dumbledore said slowly, calculating every word. He finally sighed. "Well, might as well make it blunt. Voldemort has an older brother." 

"AND YOU'RE JUST NOW TELLING US THIS?!" Harry roared, all the calmness he felt from the rain evaporating in a matter of milliseconds. "I just now found out," Dumbledore said calmly. "Oh really?" Ron challenged, his face red with fury, "I don't see a messenger!"

A demiguise promptly made itself known on Dumbledore's shoulder. "I would like you to meet Popsicle, my newest pet." 

"What's a popsicle?" Ron asked.

"A type of Muggle food with very little to no nutritional  value," Hermione said, forever matter-of-fact. 

"Whatever! How did that thing tell you about Voldemort's fu-"

"Ronald." Mrs. Weasley said firmly, silencing her son with a withering glare,"language."

"Yes," Dumbledore said, "Language. Of the demiguises. I know it."

Harry's anger exploded. "THAT'S GREAT, DUMB OLD DOOR. NOW WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO ABOUT THE RELATIVE OF THE MAN WHO KILLED MY PARENTS?!" 

"Meet him. Decide from there. I'm assuming you want to join me?"

"YES," The trio chorused, Hermione a little quieter than the two boys, who practically shouted the word.

"Splendid!" Dumbledore said cheerfully, holding out a wet sock that was most likely a port key.

The three kids took hold.

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I was going on a walk. In a dark, monster infested forest. As you do. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light. 

I automatically dropped to a fighting position, ready to face... three teenagers and Gandalf. What?

I relaxed a little. "Who are you?" I asked suspiciously.

"Dumbledore," Gandalf said, gesturing to himself, "Harry, Ron and Hermione."

"Can I help you?" 

"Yes, actually," the girl, Hermione said, "we're looking for..." she looked to Gandalf (and no, I will not stop calling him that) "who exactly?" 

"Nico. Nico Riddle. I heard he has a summer camp somewhere near here?"

"Oh." I thought for a moment. That sure sounded like me, minus the last name. Shoot. Minus is spelled a lot like Minos. Time for some traumatic flashbacks. Thanks, ADHD.

"DO YOU KNOW HIM OR NOT?" The boy wearing glasses shouted, knocking me out of my thoughts with a jump.

"My name is Nico. I couldn't sleep, so I went on a walk. Need something?" 

Harry and Ron looked liked they wanted my guts on the outside of my body, while the other two just looked confused.

"Is your grandpa's name Nico, too?" Hermione asked.

"No idea. Never met him." 

"Is he dead?" The redhead asked.

"Maybe."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MAYBE?!" Harry the Hater yelled. 

"What's his problem?" I asked, eyeing Harry.

"WHAT'S MY PROBLEM?! OH, I DON'T KNOW, IT MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT YOUR GRANDUNCLE KILLED MY PARENTS!"

"What's his name?"

"Voldemort," Gandalf said.

"No, I mean his actual name."

"Tom Marvilo Riddle." Harry spat out the name like it was a cuss.

So Tom became a murderer. That's... unexpected. He never was much of a fighter, and he would never kill anyone. He was a lot like Will, now that I think about it. Well, minus the fluffy golden bush hair and wonderful kind blue eyes that had seen the worst of the worst, injury wise. 

"HE'S SMILING!" Ron yelled suddenly, "HE'S EVIL!"

"What?" I asked.

"You smiled at you-know-who's name. That makes you evil." Ron looked very smug.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, if your only mission here is to prove that I'm evil, I'm going back to bed." I turned to go, only to for Dumbledore to say, "Come to Hogwarts."

"WHAT?!" The trio shouted in unison.

I looked at him strangely. "Why would I want to go to a pig's skin disease?"

"It's a school of witchcraft and wizardry, and the only place where you can be safe from Voldemort."

"WHY ARE YOU SO WORRIED ABOUT HIS SAFETY?!" Harry bellowed.

"Yeah! He's evil! A death eater!" Ron chimed in.

I chuckled darkly, "I'm sorry, a what? Who would want to eat Thanos? Also, what do you mean 'witchcraft and wizardry'?"

"Death eaters are Voldemort's loyal servants," Harry said bitterly, "and you're related to him, so you must be A) evil and B) a wizard."

I considered that for a moment, then shrugged "I don't understand, but I also don't care, so it works out nicely. Plus, do I really want to go to a school full of people who think I'm evil?"

I turned and walked about two feet before getting knocked out with a "stupidify" or something like that.

First chapter done! This is my first fanfiction, so I will make a mistake somewhere along the way. I am aware that the cover is currently just Edna Mode's nose, but I guess there's a glitch or something because I can't fix it. I'll update as often as I can, but life happens! Take care!