Nico stumbled out of the shadows, hands outstretched in front of him, and slamming on the bark of the tree in front of him. He was on the outskirts of a forest.
Momentarily confused about his destination, he failed to notice the mass chaos in front of him, but when he did, he burst out laughing.
Nico grasped his stomach, wiping a few tears away. He hasn't laughed that hard in… forever. But the sight in front of him was freaking hilarious.
There were wizards and witches running around like headless chickens, some still in pyjamas or bathrobes. The Wizarding police -auros he recalled- were waving their wands around crazily. He snorted again, what was wrong with them.
There were still some fires burning, and the after effects of a celebration party hung in the air.
Nico then looked around and saw- no he didn’t- couldn’t keep the next bout of laughter in. But were these wizards actually frightened of that stupid gang? They can’t even deal with a few masked idiots.
Like, he knew they were wearing dark cloaks covering their body, they wore matching uniforms and dressed up in masks. He snorted, so overly typical.
The uniformed wizards were cackling with mirth whilst floating a few bodies around as the screaming grew louder. Oh come on… he just wanted to come and watch that infamous Quidditch Match (it was Bulgaria vs Ireland) but now he had to take care of those immature kids since the aurors couldn’t. Man, he felt sorry for the people having to live here. No sense of security at all.
He stalked forward to the place where the chaos was occurring as the wizards witches and kids ran past him deep in the forest.
“Hey! Over there, kiddo! Where are you going!” Screeched this random guy in… a pink floral night dress for women? But hey, no judging. “Go in the forest! It is dangerous over there!”
Nico just snorted and just slacked ahead, ignoring all the other humans telling him to get away. This was amatuer, he didn’t ever use a wand and could do silent and wandless magic.
They really were incapable of anything. He used a simple immobulus spell, freezing them in place, placed a few cushioning charms under the muggles before stupefying the masked ones.
Wizards really were impertinent.
After getting rid of the immobulus spell, a bunch of people remained stunned into silence before a few muttered.
“Dang it… that was actually pretty clever… and simple…”
Others nodded in agreement.
“But children are not meant to use magic outside of school!” Shouted someone else.
“And he didn’t even use a wand!”
Nico shook his head, “wizards” he let out a sight. “They never change.”
Some other wizard began to make way towards him, but before he could be questioned, he shadow travelled into the forest.
***
He strolled through the forest, carelessly strolling ahead, whilst wizards kept on running, not knowing the danger -if you could call it that- had passed.
Then he heard a shout, “MORSMORDRE!” and the screech, “DUCK!” and then a roar of “STUPEFY!”
Nico made his way to the comotion.
As he made his way there, someone knocked into him and dragged him out.
“Hey… ow… hey let me go!”
Then he was pushed on the ground, he saw three kids, a black haired, green eyed boy; a red haired, blue eyed boy; and a bushy brown haired girl, who was shaking. Around them were Ministry Officials… around twenty of them.
“Soooo….” Nico dragged his words whilst standing up. “What is going on here?” Everyone around him looked uneasy, as Nico made himself look as casual as possible and look in control of what was going on. “You do know those masked bastards have been caught now, don’t you?” He asked, I mean someone had to break the news to them, right?
Then he heard another shout.
“Yes! We got them! There’s someone here! Unconscious! It’s — but — blimey . . .”
“You’ve got someone?” shouted Mr. Crouch, sounding highly disbelieving. “Who? Who is it?”
“We got someone here as well!” Shouted this man.
After a while, another man came out of the woods carrying a small limp figure - a house elf.
Nico tuned the whole conversation out, they kind of forgot about him…
And then the elf was crying… em what just happened…
Nico coughed out loud. “Emmmm….. What the heck just happened?”
Everyone jumped. Then someone pointed a shakky finger at him. “You must have conjured the Dark Mark!”
“Emm.. what now?” He really did not know what was going on.
“You-know-who’s MARK! For goodness sake!”
“Sorry… I don’t know who.” Everyone looked stunned and looked at him like he was crazy.
“So… when’s the Quidditch Match starting?”
Some looked at him in disbelief, others stuttered. The red haired boy gaped at him. “Mate, the Quidditch Match was over… like hours ago.”
Nico groaned, “NO WAY!” He face palmed, “Seriouly! Who won then?”
The red head answered for him, “It was Irelad mate.”
He sighed, “I came all the way here to watch this schit of a Quidditch Match but its now apparently over! I can’t believe it, such a waste of my time. And instead of having the fun I wanted, I had to take care of some stupid masked immature idiots.” He suddenly stopped, lost in thought, “Actually, I guess I did have a bit of fun.”
“What?” Asked the black haired boy. The adults looked at the conversation weirdly.
“I mean… it was really quite hilarious watching you lot running around in fear of those uniformed wizards.” He snickered loudly, “Funny how no one could stop them… and how crazy everyone went after glancing at them…” Then as if really looking at the green eyed boy he groaned. “Oh… Hades… It’s a Percy-look-alike only in a scrannier version.”
“Em…” The black haired boy was looking uncomfortable.
The red haired screamed, “YOU DON’T KNOW HARRY POTTER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!”
“Emmm… in hell?” Tartarus to be specific.
The Ministry left, sometime. And only a red head man, probably the other redheads father was there.
“Ohhh… you're Harry? How the hell do you have two souls in you? Actually, more like one and a parts.”
“I have a what now?”
“You know what… it was great meeting you but I really must go… you know stuff to do, things to kill… the usual.”
As he was making his way back, someone grasped his shoulder and said. “Not so quickly. You’re coming with us.” It was the redhead man… great… hey! Maybe he could use this as a way to learn about those masked guys!
“Alright.” He sighed, “but then I have to go.”
“Mr Weasley, who were the people with the masks?” Asked the bushy haired girl.
“They were followers of You Know Who.” Answered the old red head, huh. So that’s Mr Weasley.
Nico coughed. “I still don’t know who you’re talking about.” He mentioned.
“Honestly, stop playing games.” Scoffed the girl.
“Who are you talking about.”
“Hermione.” Warned the Potter boy, then turned to Nico. “It’s Voldermort.”
Everyone shivered at the name and the boy looked deadly serious. Nico started laughing.
“Vol- de- mort! Ha ha aha Fight- of - Death… hahahahaha” they looked at him gobsmacked. “Oh man, you guys are sure making me laugh today. What kind of name is that?” After looking at their expressions he laughed again, “Don’t tell me that’s his actual name! I can’t take it anymore hahahahah.”
“Anyways.” Interfered the girl, “What are they called.”
“Death Eaters.” Replied a serious Mr Weasley.
Nico cracked up again. “Death Eater! Hahaha That is so funny! Death Eater hah. I really should come here more often. You guys are hilarious.”
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Snarled the ‘Hermione’ “Can’t you be serious for once!”
The redhead agreed.
“Actually, Sirius is not here and I rather not have a person we have just met replacing him.” Harry said.
“HARRY!”
Harry put his hands up in defeat, “Hey… okay. I’ll be,” snort, “Sirius.”
They groaned.
Nico looked at them all.
“You know what. I think I overstayed your welcome. I’ll just go now.” He shadow travelled away to camp right in front of them.
As he lay on his bed he thought of how unusual the day was. I really was hoping to see a Quidditch match today…