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Really, Nico could probably think of a thousand other things he rather be doing right now. Top of the list is being anywhere but here. A bit confuse? Well, here is the great hero having a surprise attack by Draco Malfoy and his goons. In the blond's hand was a large box, all dark and dusty but big enough to fit a small child in. The thing itself looked like it was being held together with the faintest splinters of wood. The thing rattled dangerously as the thing trapped inside it wanted out.
Nico however was just walking down the Great Hall hoping that he could make it to his seat in time before all the food was taken. Draco stepped up and tossed the box in the air, the lid flying open in front of Nico. He froze at the dark mist that was flooding out of the box, the winding curls slowly making it's way towards Nico. Over by the side, Harry was whispering to Hermione something about watching the boggart to find out a bit more about the foreign student. Nico stepped back, his hand flying to his ring as the mass of smoke rose up and started forming a human shape.
"You killed me, Nico" A female voice came out. The familar dark brown hair with the green knitted beanie was the first to be visiable as the fog retreated. Next was the slightly taller body. Nico's hand moved from his ring to his mouth as a startled gasp came out, oblivious to the murmerings of the hall behind him. He back up some more.
"You killed me" Bianca repeated. "You worthless little brother. I joined the Hunters to get away from you. You should have save us all. You disgraceful little brat."
Nico had slight tears running down his face as he answered. "No, I didn't kill you. Percy was suppose to protect you."
She laughed, cold and lifeless. "Running away still. Can't even face him, can't even face your own feelings" She hissed before the image was changed into the sea-green eyes and ruffled black hair. Blood covering the clothes, cuts and wounds littered the body. An arrow was stuck out of his thigh.
"You should have save me. I trusted you to back us up, you traitor. You can even protect the one you love. What type of half-blood are you? You should have stayed in hell." Percy spat, behind him bodies laid littered on the ground, blood seeping towards Nico's feet but he didn't see it, he was too busy trying to speak before it changed once again but his time into something worst.
"You are a disgrace to my name!" Hades boomed, his helm on his head while his eyes burned holes into the poor boy who was backed up to the main doors. The hall itself was quite at the figure who even as a clone, radiated power and death. "I should have save your mother instead of you, you waste of space. Your sister was better than you."
By now Nico was a shaking mess, his slightly long hair was covering his eyes, the silent tears running down his face. "No" He whispered. The quiet unbidding word slipped past his pale lips. After final glare of distaste the scene change once more. A low creepy whisper came out as the mist changed the scenery. The floors became rocky, covered in broken glass as the steady tremers spread beneath foot. The river of fire right behind the poor broken boy, the flames licking as the hem of his robe. By now the professors were making their way to help Nico but the winding river cutted them off.
"Do you remeber it, Di Angelo?" A raspy voice echoed. Nico froze on his knees at the voice, the cold, cold voice but so hot at the same time. "Do you remember the pain, the wounds? Are they bubbling under your skin, the memories so strong that the scars that long heal reopens?" At that, the whole entire hall could see the small cuts forming on his porcelain skin, growing bigger and worse but the second. The room's air turned hotter. "I have to thank you, Di Angelo. Your fear is bring a piece of me to you, out of the pits. Everyone knows you are a little traitor, hiding from everyone. Do you remember the burning of you lungs as you lie there dying in the jar? Knowing no one would save you no matter how much you prayed?"
Nico gripped the side of his head, his eyes screwed shut from the pain of remembering the memories he had pushed down. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" He yelled, the floor shaking, the light flickering. The voice chuckled over and over.
"Does it hurt little half-blood? Does it hurt to know no one is willing to protect someone as weak as you? You let them die!"
NIco gave a ear breaking cry as the shadows jumped towards him, wrapping him around, his black eyes red. "I DIDN'T LET THEM DIE!" He screamed.
Dumbledore finally manged to get to the crying boy.
"Riddikulus" Professor Dumbledore said, ignoring the massive amounts of power right behind him as the boggart returned into the box. The hall was silent besides the quiet sobs on Nico who whole entire body was shakening. Dumbledore bent down next to him.
"Nico?" He asked quietly.
"I didn't kill them. I tried to save them." Nico said brokenly as he turned his eyes to meet the electric blue that reminded him so much of the special son of Jupiter that helped him through the panic attacks back at home. Maybe that was why his breathing steady slightly as Dumbledore looked at the wounded teen.
"I didn't say you killed anyone. Come one, let get you to the hospital wing." He pulled Nico up, careful to avoid the massive amounts of cuts, bruises and blood covering the small demigod. Nico allowed himself to be pulled along towards the hospital wing, leaving the stunned hall behind.