A/N Artemis' hunters

Hello, everyone! It's great to be able to finally jump into this. For my portion of the story the team will be:

Armand "Armie" Le Roy - Gryffindor (Team Leader)
Ciara Rostova - Slytherin
Elizabeth "Lizzie" McCalestar - Hufflepuff
Gregor Sibyllus - Gryffindor
Nydia Ventura - Slytherin

Featuring… Warren Kemp (not mentioned in my first), Arlina Copper, and Aidan Leonhardt.

A/N LL Lax

Hi guys we are really happy to start this. So in my chapter I am taking on

Laurel Carraway- Ravenclaw (my leader)
Dante Sage Williams- Slytherin
Fitzgerald Darling- Ravenclaw
Calista Sienna Roux- Gryffindor
Ryan Holland- Ravenclaw

There will also be Warren Kemp, Arlina Cooper (not in my first) and Aidan Leondhardt as leads just not the core 5 on a mission. They will have pivotal roles though.

Artemis Hunter and I would like all involved to review both chapters. An in-depth one is only required for the story where your person is in, but we want to make sure you read both so when we combine you know all the characters.

Cheers!

Laurel's POV

It was a large, handsome, stone building standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills; and in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal nor falsely adorned.

I approached the house in step behind the house elf.

Kreature was his name as he mumbled to himself guiding me towards the old manor, "Girl has no meat on her bones. Does girl's family feed her? A family of death eaters should feed girl. So small so skinny."

I knew better than to argue with an ancient house elf but it was getting under my skin, "would you mind shutting the hell up? Where's Harry?"

Kreature looked bewildered at me as if I'd personally harmed him, "girl doesn't call master that. Girl calls master, Mr. Potter, master potter, not friend's name. Girl is no friend of master."

I remained silent the rest of the long walk to the mansion. Listening instead to the stone's cracking under every footstep until I reached the front door.

Before I even knocked Harry Potter opened it. He wore his signature glasses with his hair a mess on top of his head. His cheekbones swallowed in and bags sat under his eyes.

"Laurel," he smiled with a little effort, "nice to meet you again and thanks for agreeing to talk."

"Of course, Ha- Mr. Potter," I smiled back nodding to Kreature who looked satisfied before he disappeared in a bang.

Harry brought me into his office. It was old, with wood paneling and a smokey fire in the corner.

Harry sat at the old armchair across from me eyeing me up and down. I patted down my hair suddenly self-conscious of the untamable curls. Harry smiled at me trying to assure me, but the star-struck appeal of the legendary Harry Potter was hard to ignore. Harry pulled out a familiar picture and asked, "Have you ever met Aidan Leonhardt?"

Of course, I have. Blonde hair and blue eyes, remarkably handsome to the point even talking to him is hard. He flirted with me once, asked me on a date, unfortunately, a friend of mine convinced me not to, but it is a what-if. He is known to be a happy guy, quidditch player and captain of the dueling club. His older sister is a 7th year Ravenclaw so I see her often. I have heard he does have a dark side, that is uncontrollable, but those are just rumors.

"We are acquainted sir," I respond smiling at Harry to show off being in the know. "His sister is a 7th year in my house."

"Aidan's father was in the Order, he was an ally… or so we thought. His father is a diplomat for the ministry and rumored to be amongst Voldemort's hidden ranks. The hidden ranks have a job to make sure that nothing secret is going on in the shadows, such as a rebellion. Mr. Leonhardt keeps two eyes on the ministry but does host meeting monthly with the hidden ranks. Now Voldemort would never appear at one of these meetings but I'm also curious if those are true. He did appear very loyal back in the day and some information he was told still hasn't been revealed to the Dark Lord. Do you see my issue here?"

"You are curious as to where his family's allegiance stands."

"Well done Laurel," Harry smiled genuinely. There was no light in his eyes, but he did seem genuinely pleased. "I want you and your team to find out… ethically. No forbidden magic as you will be caught and no sloppiness that will leave your team or yourself vulnerable."

"Who is my team, sir?" I asked curiously. I've been wondering for weeks the name of my fellow wizarding rebels.

"Herbology detention. Tuesday night. They are all instructed to be there. They will all misbehave in some way and it's your job to walk in and introduce yourself. I have named you the leader Laurel. You are in charge of half of my people at Hogwarts, but I don't want you to know the other team. Just in case." Harry then pulled out five plain, silver rings. "Give this to them. When you are all together it will light up for a minute so you know there are no imposters or random students getting detention or eavesdropping. This is your tracker, it will burn warm when you are near Aidan- won't hurt or anything- and make a small vibration every time Aidan lies."

Harry paused before starting again, "this isn't the first nor the last time we'll meet Laurel, but I haven't asked you yet why you are motivated to help?" Harry asked pushing his long unruly hair out of his face. It had streaks of grey in it now; he had truly aged well beyond his years.

"My family wasn't in harm's way. Half of them are Death Eaters, but my immediate family is neutral. I just have a… feeling that it's wrong and I cant let that be the case. I have no sad story of family dying, just a moral compass that is going off the charts and I don't know how to fix it," I responded a little desperately. "Does that make sense?"

Harry nodded, "a dear person in my life was motivated by revenge. Revenge of my parents' murder. And of his time in Azkaban. He was my godfather-"

"Sirius Black," I nodded in response.

"He was a good man. Would have liked you. He always liked people with a bit of fire," Harry grinned as the flames from the fireplace danced across the reflection in his glasses, "But he wanted nothing more than to kill Peter Pettigrew, he was driven by revenge and I can't help but believe if he could let go of revenge he might still be here. Keep your head on your shoulders and your eye on the prize." Harry nodded at me.

We talked a little while longer before he sent me back to the Ravenclaw common room. It was right after Christmas, so everyone had already moved in. It was two in the morning. My mind was swirling with thoughts. I am a leader, I am working for Harry Potter, I could die, my family could be killed, and my Fitz could be killed.

Who was on my team?

Are they my enemies or friends?

Will they like me?

Listen to me?

When it was finally morning I waited eagerly at the bottom of the boys common room stairs. I felt myself bouncing on my feet, while my hands jittered nervously. I needed to feel normal, just for a second. I am not a good liar or faker so pretending all is good, is like drinking Polyjuice Potion for fun.

Finally Fitz jumps down the stairs looking as disheveled as always. He stops in front of me with a crooked smirk. I habitually reach out and tighten his tie as he looks at me confused. The catlike eyes have undisguised dark circles underneath showing he hasn't slept much but still seemed confused at my apparent nervousness, "with all due respect, if you are nervous about the first day of classes for the semester I don't know if we can be friends. I mean we don't even have an assignment due or a test in weeks."

My eyes shot up at him annoyed and amused, "I am not nervous about school." I spat at him half joking as we started to walk towards breakfast.

"Nervous about seeing your howling exboyfriend," he asked starting to howl in the hallway as on lookers smiled at him admiringly. My ex and I broke up right before Christmas after 4 months together. Warren never liked Fitz, whereas Fitz loved antagonizing Warren.

I hit his chest with the back of my hand flippantly, "I told you that in confidence!" I whisper yelled at him looking around to see if anyone was listening in, "he doesn't want people knowing he's a werewolf."

"Well I know," Fitz said determinedly looking at his feet as a serious shadow passed his face, "and I don't care how ruggedly handsome or mysterious Warren Kemp is, he's not touching you.

I rolled my eyes and smiled teasingly up at Fitz, "he already has…"

Fitz let out an exaggerated gasp and covered his ears. He walked in comfortable silence for a moment. "That is gross!" He finally outburst laughing and exaggerating the word gross like the first years do.

"Anyway there goes my first and only boyfriend ever for the rest of eternity," I sighed looking for positive reassurance. Most people would ask their girlfriends for this, and I do have girlfriends, but Fitz is my best friend and I know he's honest.

"You'll get another," he said positively. "Hopefully one where a bite wont give you a lifetime curse… but another will come." He smiled at me, "I promise."

I could only snort in response. I liked this conversation. It was stupid and meaningless, but it took my mind off the fact that I might be dead in a few weeks or days or hours.

"You are blindly optimistic Fitzy," I smiled at him.

"Fitzy," he repeated. "Don't know why I ever let you call me that." We sat down as he started shoveling sausages, rashers and eggs on his plate. He took a large mouthful and while chewing commented, "you've got that whole Goya thing going, you'll be fine."

"What's Goya?"

"An artist- you philistine!" he laughed back grabbing some toast across the table.

"Sorry my family isn't made up of the creative minds of magic," I paused while he kept eating like a madman, "were you just insulting me or complimenting me? Cause I am lost on what you meant."

"Compliment of course," he then motioned to his lips trying to think of a way of putting it, "You got pillowy lips." Fitz looked up at my lips then nodded that he picked out the right word.

"Pillowy lips?" I laughed trying to relieve all this built up nervous energy that had been weighing me down, "now I know you are messing with me."

"Men like that I guarantee it!"

"And how would you know?"

"I'm a man," he smiled back pushing a hand through his combed hair.

"Hardly." I laughed grabbing a scone and tossing it at his face, where it bumped off it and onto his face. Fitz picked it up and took a bite. Finally my nerves felt at ease

Calista's POV

I looked at myself in the mirror. This was my last day to turn around. This was it. My green eyes stared back at me. Detention. Just need to get a detention. The fear of actually failing to do the first and most likely the easiest task haunted me as I felt my hands shake with either nervous energy or excitement. Maybe both.

Breakfast was bland. I sat with a few other Gryffindor's arguing about quidditch.

We had a game against Ravenclaw coming up now that Christmas break was over.

"We have nothing to worry about," a friend smiled. "We have Armie!"

(A/N this is a person on my cowriters side. You should still read it, but he is a little older and of course she knows who he is)

"Not if Laurel Carraway knocks him off his broom," I replied grimly hardly able to eat my eggs out off nausea of my upcoming day. How can I pay attention to Quidditch on a day like this?

"Don't be a downer! She's hot, but no way she'll get our boy Armie." My guy friend smiled as they carried on the conversation talking about some hot 7th year. Probably Arlina Cooper or something.

When it was time I almost ran to Herbology. We were with the Ravenclaws, but I sat on my own. I started dumping soil in my pot carelessly and tending to my plant.

This was it.

It was time.

I wrapped my hands around the pot ready to cause a ruckus when a hand was raised. Chinese Chomping Cabbage. We were raising it for potions class, but today wasn't a day to care about that.

Fitz Darling. Grinning and conspiratorial, all kinetic limbs and generous laughter, possessed of a demeanor that suggests that he has both seen it all and seen nothing at all. Fitz has this ability to slip so readily into familiarity with everyone he meets, that it's hard to imagine we've never met before until you realize he's done it to everyone. He's a friendly guy, a tad nosey as if like to know everything about everyone but not one to gossip.

"Scuse me Miss?" Fitz asked smiling his half-upturned mouth, which seemed to suggest a mind dancing with naughty ideas. "I was just curious if you'll be eating that Turkish delight on your desk."

Our plump Herbology teacher scoffed, "Mr. Darling, I assure you I will be."

"Professor Camp, with all due respect," Fitz closed his eyes as if he was prepared to give a blow he knew would backfire, "the last thing you need is another Turkish delight, your backside is already in danger of wiping out your footprints."

The class erupted in laughter as Professor Camp marched over to Fitz and grabbed his ear forcefully as the boy winced. "Detention for you Mr. Darling. 2 weeks worth of it for your rudeness and 10 points from Ravenclaw"

His classmates didn't seem to care as they were still howling laughing. I'd be lying if I were to say that I could resist joining in.

It took me a minute to realize what happened. Fitzgerald Darling had been given detention. He wanted it. Harry Potter had chosen him.

I was walking by to fill the soil as I passed the back of his chair and couldn't help it as the words spilled from my mouth, "you? You haven't passed class honesty since school started. And you are on my team?"

Fitz's eyebrow cocked in amusement as his friends whispered around in confusion. Foot in mouth syndrome will be the death of me. He followed me to the soil looking around to assure no onlookers, "… Calista isn't it? I assume we are both under the same instructions to keep our mouth's shut, which leads me to assume you have little restraint. But I do assure you that even if spells and charms and magic isn't exactly my weapon, I offer you my mind and words. You have your wand and I have my mind. A mind needs books and good conversation as a wand needs lessons. And if I was to gander a guess, with such an uninhibited mouth, that you possess, you'll need me to talk you out of lots of trouble.

Without another word, he backed away offering me the wink-and-grin-and-head-tilt that has given him the reputation he not holds.

I watched him sit back with the Ravenclaws. He scooted right next to Laurel Carraway. She gave him a curious look as if he'd grown a horn out the side of his head. The two of them were the strangest pair of Ravenclaws. They're both startlingly ribald and whip-smart, whereas Laurel is more honest whereas Fitz is more charming.

Laurel is the kind of girl where she looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. She has a kind face and eyes, with a smile that lights a fire in someone's stomach. Her face often free from makeup, but instead of most of us without makeup she looks fresh and lively. Although she can have a quick tongue you wouldn't assume that from looking at her. Fitz and Laurel are best friends, have been since first year despite continuous rumors that they are dating.

And with that, I threw a pot across the room. Everyone looked at me bewildered, but I just eyed Professor Camp aggressively waiting for her to yell out "Detention!" which she did. I sat down proudly avoiding eye contact with everyone.

Dante's POV

I sat in the Herbology greenhouse at the end of the day. My green tie matched all the plants, but it felt wrong here. Almost traitorous. Like I was working against my people, against my house, but my people were against my beliefs. Either way, I was a traitor.

There were a few other people in the room. A Ravenclaw boy with a snub nose that makes him look childlike was reading a book titled The Call of the Wild leaning back in his chair with his feet on the counter. A Gryffindor girl with a groomed mane of honey blonde hair was levitating some seeds lifting them and dropping them bored out of her mind. Another Ravenclaw sat in the back of the room. Strangely enough, she seemed to be eyeing me. She was a thin girl with a light birthmark taking up a good portion of her cheek. Not to say she wasn't attractive as she did have interesting eyes. Hard to gauge the color of them. I had a feeling her name was Ryan or something but wasn't sure.

I took out my chess board and started playing against the board. I enchanted it a few years back to always be just a little better than me, so I got better.

The Gryffindor girl eyed it wearily a sarcastically quipped, "chess? What a practical skill."

I looked up at her, as did the Ravenclaw boy. I responded, "I agree, being smart on your feet and analytical is of lots of value. All about planning Gryffindor."

"In the real world I'm sure being able to say knight to E4 will save your life," Calista responded cynically.

I wanted to say something back, but she kind of did have a point. How am I going to save civilization by playing chess?

I saw the Ravenclaw boy- Fitz- smirk and look up at me from his book "don't put away your board, Dante. Planners are key to everything. It is bringing the future to the present and controlling it, an asset we are lucky to have being educated here at Hogwarts."

I felt myself smile as I continued playing against myself.

We've been here for an hour.

Finally, a girl walked in. She was a beautiful girl, with warm, wide set eyes, lush cheeks, and feminine curves. Laurel I think her name was. Another Ravenclaw tie graced the nearly empty Herbology room.

She took some rings out of her pocket and they all glowed a warm orange.

"Hello team, I am Laurel and I am your… your um… your leader," She said looking around challengingly

"You're the leader?" Calista asked jumping up. "Why am I not the leader?"

Fitz stood up his bushy eyebrows pushed together in confusion, "Laurel?"

She smiled warmly at Fitz looking relieved he's in the room, "hey Fitzy," she then gave him a look to talk later and turned to Calista pushing her shoulders back, "because you don't trust people. A leader must trust her team or else nothing will ever work."

Calista snorted a reply of annoyance and sat down.

Laurel looked around again, "Can we all go over names? Obviously Fitzy… I mean Fitzgerald Darling of Ravenclaw, Calista… What's your last name?"

"Roux"

"Got it, nice to meet you." Laurel shuffled a little before looking at her in the eyes, "Why do you feel like you are here?"

"I come from a family of idiots who believe that cruelty and discrimination is the way to live." Calista replied simply looking almost sad to be bringing her family humiliation.

I could see Laurel filter looking for the words to say, but instead Fitz spoke softly, "you are redeeming your family name now. You bring them all honor even if they don't know it yet." Calista looked at him gratefully.

Laurel cleared her throat and looked at me, "and you are?"

"I am Dante Sage Williams, 5th year, Slytherin," I replied puffing out my chest trying to mask my obvious house embarrassment by fake machismo.

Fitz rolled his eyes and with a sarcastic tone, "couldn't tell by the tie mate, thanks for clarifying!"

"How old are you, Darling? Couldn't tell since you have the face of a 9-year-old," I replied quickly and probably rudely. Probably shouldn't have said that but oh well…

Fitz smiled opening his mouth to talk when Laurel waved her hands up, "no arguing. We have a job to do." She then turned to the girl in the corner struggling to get her name, "Ryan right? You are in my house, but don't think we've spoken."

"I know who you are Laurel. Once dated Warren Kemp, has very few female friends, a beater on the Quidditch team, doodles in class especially History of Magic and is a complete perfectionist," she replied boredly.

Fitz's face was curling with a curious smirk, Calista looked nervous and Laurel looked like shocked, "you've been paying attention." She managed to reply.

"I have," Ryan responded looking around. "We have a good team here. Dante would lay his life down for a loved one whereas Calista wouldn't. Unfortunately, Dante also would say something stupid and life threatening, but we have Fitz to cover that. Calista can be whomever she needs to be in a situation and adapts like a chameleon, but you can't be anyone but yourself Laurel. We balance each other."

"And what do you offer?" Calista asked.

Fitz smiled, "she knows us better than we know ourselves, I'm sure she knows everyone that well. Ryan is our biggest asset of all."

And like that Ryan smiled in satisfaction and looked utterly pleased to be accepted.

I looked up at Laurel, "so what's the job?"

And she told us.

A/N

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