Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or NCIS

This is a bit of background before i really get into it

i will be doing a very short series of one-shots of her life before hogwarts just so you can really know her. oh and if anyone has suggestions of how to get the marauders correct and for that matter ziva too please comment

Chapter Two: The Survival of the Sisters

I look around making sure we are not followed. I glance to my left at my best friend and younger sister Tali. The woods make no noise except for the branches leaning and the birds chirping. Knowing that it is twenty miles to Tel Aviv I take my sister's hand and run a quarter of a mile. At least that is what I counted. I quickly map out the time it would take to reach the city; A little over two days. We take our bags and strap them more tightly to our backs as we spend the next three hours running six miles.

My name is Ziva Levana David, and I am in the forest just twenty miles outside the perimeter of Tel Aviv, Israel. Less than seven hours ago, my father dropped us outside the forest and without a word left us here. You are probably wondering who 'us' is. Like I said I am Ziva David and am 7 years old. I am here with my 6 year old sister, Tali Pnina David. My father is Eli David and is Deputy Director of Mossad. My mother is Rivka David and is locked into her marriage without her choice. She has often threatened to leave him because his job is not exactly to her liking. My father had never cared for me my sister and mother; in fact he is cheating on her, probably even as we speak.

Actually I am not speaking at all. If I do we can be found or worse caught. I keep my mind on our mission. According to the sun it is five o'clock so we must set up camp. I grab onto Tali and we head towards a large clearing surrounded by tall oaks. I take my pack off my back and take out our blankets. I use them to make a half sided tent; we can use each other for warmth. Tali takes our food and rapidly scales the closest tree and stops forty feet up and leaves it there. We nod towards each other and reach down to our boots.

I feel around and grab the handle of my American Lawman knife. I have had it for three years now. I feel lost if I don't have it close by, that is why I always wear boots. I personally like knives with straight blades, even though I must be careful running other wise it can cut into my leg. Tali on the other hand, likes a flip knife that can be concealed a bit more easily. I am not one for subtlety.

We both grab our knives and Tali flips hers open. I look around and spy a squirrels nest eight feet up in the elm tree just outside camp. I nod to her as if to say where I am going. She looks around and spots a creek a ways away. I know immediately that we will have plenty of trout for the morning. We head our separate ways.

I stalk over to the elm and find a place to hide myself. After waiting a half an hour I spot a squirrel heading to the nest. I place myself into a crouch and dig my toes into the ground for a silent attack. When the squirrel is only three feet away I lunge and feel my knife cut the small body. I smirk, then immediately go somber as I know I cannot reward myself too much. Heading towards the nest you can hear other squirrels. Since Tali will have more than enough fish for breakfast, I only need two squirrels for dinner. I estimate about three. My knife at the ready, I leap at the nest from a branch and am now blocking their way out

I am now on my way back to the camp where I see Tali cleaning and gutting the fish. I make a fire in the center and clean the squirrels while checking for rabies. Tali and I sit down to a half decent dinner without talking, saving our energy. I take this time to examine her. Tali was the quiet and obedient one, she was better than me at surviving and fighting. Of course, when I tell people that she is better than me it is usually after I have fought them. Their immediate reaction is then I never want to face her after facing you. I think that she is a fireball and yet somehow she can put off her own will.

I am the opposite; I talk too much and talk back too much. I cannot stop my self from putting in my own two cents. Except for when my mother is around, she is the only one I love. My father is nothing to me.

Once again I glance at her and realize that she is doing the exact same thing. She smiles at me, I smile at her. "Shalom" we both say at the same tim. Which of course causes us to giggle. We walk over to our ten and wait for the sun to go down. I fall asleep right next to her and wake up at 0400 and clean up our tent. At 0500 Tali wakes up and we eat the fish she caught the night before.

0530

We go and run six miles and stop. We have some of the sheep's sorrel that tastes like lemon. After running another eight miles, we are happy, we have two more miles and it is under two days. In a few minutes I can see the top of the town. Using the sun as a guide we turned west and then we could see our house. We snuck up and I picked the lock on the door open. As we pass the living room I hear my father's voice. "You're late". I barely control the urge to roll my eyes. "Go to your rooms, you have ballet tomorrow." He sneers. "Next week you will be thirty miles away." We nod and say "Yes sir". Somehow I manage the urge to scream at him in seven different languages.

Authors Note: Next Chapter: International Friends