Hey guys, it's Lila! This is my first Harry Potter story, so don't judge it too harshly. I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. Meh.

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Scar's POV

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Good God, did I want to slap someone. The edges of my vision were tinted red, and angry thoughts were buzzing in and out of my head like pesky little wasps. Little wasps that deserved to be smooshed and then burned. The focal point of my hatred lie on my stomach, and I wanted to throw it across the room, but if I did, it would break, and then I'd be in deep shit. STUPID. GODDAM. RUBIX. CUBE.

I'd been trying to solve it for the past twelve hours, but so far, I'd gotten nowhere. My half sister, Lily, gave it to me so I wouldn't be bored. A bored Scar is NOT a good thing.

My angry thoughts were interrupted by a timid knock on my door. It popped open a little bit, showing my maid's face. "Lady Scar, the Lord has returned and wishes to see you immediately." Great, probably another lecture of some sort. My maid cleared her throat. I sighed, grabbed my rubix cube, and headed downstairs.

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Eventually I made it down to the Meeting Room, where Boss was...making out with some random ass whore. Can I say nasty? I shook myself mentally, and sat down in the corner, knowing Boss would be pissed if I cock-blocked him. I'd done it before, and it did not end well.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and saw that it was my partner in crime, Aden. I grinned and motioned for her to sit down. We sat in a companionable silence, and were eventually joined by our third partner, Lizzy. She came in, smoothed out her skirt, and sat down with us.

Hey, Scar! She mentally beamed to me.

Oh! Hey Lizzy. What's up? Is your head feeling better?

Oh, definetly. I got some waffles, and now that I have food in my system, I feel much better.

WAFFLES? WHERE?

Down girl! They were for BREAKFAST. If you had decided to grace us with your presence this morning, you could have gotten some.

DAMN!

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So there we sat, Lizzy and I mentally chatting, Aden doing...something...with...a spork? Yeah, I don't wanna know either. After about an hour, Boss seemed to finally realize we were in the room. He shoved whore #706 off of his lap, and cleared his throat before speaking to us.

"Ah, good. You're here. Please, come forwards." We did as he said. Normally, if someone told me what to do, I'd tell them off, but the Boss was the only exception. Seriously. Mostly because he was kind of like my dad, only not as much of an asshole, but still. I knew who to respect and when, so I'm actually not as much of a dumbass as you would think. Really! I promise! But, I digress.

"So, you're probably wondering why I called you down here." No shit, Sherlock. I thought. "Well, it's because I have a mission for you~!" I nearly jumped for joy. Finally! A mission! It's been over a month since our last one, and I was starting to get seriously bored. And, once again, a bored Scar is NOT a good thing! Boss continued talking.

"I was recently contacted by an old friend of mine, who needs a favor. He needs bodyguards. But, here's the catch. The bodyguards are not for himself, they are for one of his students. You see, my friend runs a boarding school for wizards and witches in
England, and one of his students is being targeted by a master criminal. The rest of the details will be in your mission packets." A servant walked in, carrying a large stack of papers. He placed a packet in front of each one of us. I mentally groaned. Each "packet" was about 1/2 an inch thick,, written in small print. I would almost rather be lectured than have to read this! Not that I don't like reading, I mean, I LOVE to read, just not mission packets. Why? Because they are boring as shit. Boss dismissed us, but before we left, Aden turned to Boss.

""What is the name of the kid we're supposed to protect?" Boss sighed, and turned around before throwing his answer over his shoulder.

"The kid's name? Harry Potter."

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About an hour late, I lay on the roof of our house, wearing my cheap sunglasses, beer can in hand. Right about now, you're probably wondering why I'm drinking beer. Well, it's because I'm over 200 years old, and therefore over the drinking age limit. And I still look like I'm 13! Ah, the advantages of being an all-powerful sorceress. Yeah, more on that later.

My musings were interrupted by Aden popping up out of nowhere and scaring the shit out of me.

"Hey, Scar, have you seen my marshmallows anywhere?"

"Yup." I sipped my beer.

"Really! Where?"

"Up your ass and around the corner." She rolled her eyes.

"Haha, very funny."

"I know I am." Aden sat down next to me. Her curly blonde hair swayed in the breeze.

"Hey, Scar?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"You know what I mean."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

"Scar, I'm being serious." Okay, that caught my attention. Aden used the 'S' word! The only time Aden was ever serious was...actually, I had no idea. Aden was never serious. Ever!

"What's wrong?"

"Well," Aden began nervously, "I'm kind of...scared." My jaw dropped. Okay, so I have to explain something.

Aden, Lizzy and I are part of an incognito mercenary group. We do everything from babysitting to assassination. Haha, I'm not joking. Of course, not just anybody can do things like espionage, assassinations, or high security theft. There are only four people in the Organization that can do the highest ranking, msot dangerously dangerous, deadliest missions. Three of those people are Aden, Lizzy and I. The fourth is Aden's brother, Jett. The four of us were what you would call, the "A" team. We had faced dangers that have (literally) made grown men cry. Yet never has one of us even flinched in fear. So for Aden to say she was scared, it was a HUGE deal.

"Aden, why are you scared?"

"What if..." She trembled, "What if..."

"What if...?"

"WHAT IF THEY DON'T HAVE ANY JELLYBEANS!"

SMACK!

I slapped Aden on the back of the head. She giggled idiotically.

"Sorry, Scar! I couldn't help it. But I do have a legitamite question."

"What?" I growled.

"Were you surprised when Boss said we were going to protect a WIZARD?" I sighed, took a long drink from my beer can, and then replied.

"Aden, I'm an all powerful sorceress with control over the five elements. You're a shape-shifter. Lizzy's psychic. And you feel the need to ask me if I was surprised when I found out that wizards were real too?" With that, I got up, climbed over to a window, and popped into the house to go take a nap before dinner started.

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