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Chapter 5: *Spits Tea Out* YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!

Zia's POV (First Person)-

I skipped excitedly to Dumbles' office, my bare feet slapping resoundingly throughout the dark, empty corridors. Oh, I couldn't wait for my mission! They're always pretty interesting! They help me focus on things other than the bullying. There will be the usual of course. Protect Hogwarts and kill the monsters that sneak onto the grounds, but every year, there is something new.

Last year, it was my job to try and recruit seventh years for the Order of the Phoenix. The year before that was to try and teach the teachers hand-to-hand combat for the upcoming war with Voldemort, because let's face it, if a wizard doesn't have a wand, they will die two seconds after the fights start. Rather sad, really.

My missions were always successful too. I recruited fifteen seventh years for the Order. Three of them were Slytherins! I was so proud of my House Mates.

As for the fighting, let's just say that Minnie can do a very good roundhouse kick now. And I got to beat up the professors I didn't like without getting in trouble, considering I was the one teaching them and not the other way around. It was a great way to pay them back for assigning four rolls of parchment on a weekend. Four rolls!

I finally reached the entrance to Dumbledore's office. I narrowed my eyes. The gargoyle. Of course! I need a password to get in! I drew myself up, about to tell the gargoyle the password when I realized something.

I didn't have a password.

"Ah, Styx," I muttered. The sky rumbled outside. I glanced up. "Sorry," I whisper-shouted.

"Okay," I thought out loud, "It's gonna be some type of candy... hmmm..." I started naming off every candy I knew.

"Sugar Quills."

"Cockroach Cluster."

"Chocolate Frogs."

I named about ten other wizarding candies.

The gargoyle didn't budge. "Oh, come on," I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. A thought whacked me in the head.

"Well, duh," I muttered, face-palming at my stupidity. I looked the gargoyle in the eye confidently. "Lemon drops."

The dam thing didn't move an inch! I fumed, and lost in my rage, I kicked the gargoyle out of frustration.

Big mistake.

Especially since I wasn't wearing shoes.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! Ohhhhh, that hurt!" I screamed "quietly". It took me a moment to recover, but I finally drew myself up again and started naming more candies. This time Muggle.

"Kit-Kat."

"Snickers?"

"Hershey's!"

"HUBBA BUBBA BUBBLE GUM?!" I asked hysterically.

The gargoyle opened to reveal Dumbles' staircase to his office. I stared. How did Dumbledore even know what Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum was? It was a Muggle candy! What the Hades?

I walked up the stone steps quietly and raised my fist to knock on the wooden door.

"Come in, Miss Audenzia. We have much to discuss."

I raised my eyebrows. I didn't even knock on the door! Was he physic or something?

I walked in and narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him, dropping the British accent and putting on my American one. I wouldn't have to do this in a couple of months though because my accent would start being British again from being around so many people who were British. Then, when I would go to America, I would be British, my brothers would tease me about it, and I would start getting my American accent back. Then the cycle would repeat. "How did you know it was me?"

He looked up at me merrily, his eyes twinkling. "Why, my dear," he chuckled, "I could hear you shouting all the way from downstairs. You have a thunderous voice for someone your age."

I huffed at him playfully and plopped down in the cushioned chair in front of his desk, crossing my arms and draping my legs over the arm of the chair. "Oh, leave me alone, Dumbles. I have to have a loud voice if I'm shouting orders on the battlefield or for telling my brothers off for messing up another prank."

He tilted his head. "I never said it wasn't a useful thing to have."

I waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I know. So! What's my mission for this year?"

His eyes twinkled. "I'm getting to that Miss Audenzia. But before I tell you, I have a couple of questions to ask."

I sat up straight, swinging my legs off the chair. "Shoot."

"First off," he bent down to retrieve something from under his desk, "would you care for a Lemon Drop?" He pulled out a big bowl of the sour, yellow sweets that he was so fond of.

"No thanks, Dumbles," I giggled. "You know I don't like sour things."

"Ah, yes, I keep forgetting that. If you'll excuse me for my old brain; it's not what it used to be," Dumbledore sighed. He put back down the bowl.

I grinned at the old man. He smiled back at me.

"Second off," he asked, "would you like some tea?"

I perked up. "Ooh, yeah! Do you have chamomile? I love chamomile!"

He chuckled. "Indeed I do, Miss Audenzia." He waved his wand and a tray full of delicious chamomile tea sat in front of me. I scooped up a cup and immediately took a sip. I sighed. Yum.

"Now that that's out of the way, I have another question before we turn to the important stuff."

I raised my eyebrows at him, silently telling him to continue.

"May I ask, my dear, what is that that you are wearing?" He questioned me as he looked me up and down.

I glanced down at myself. "Oh, these? These are my pajamas!"

Dumbles leaned forward. "Really? I have never seen pajamas that looked like that. Where did you get them?"

"I got them in America! They're called onesies. This is a unicorn onesie, obviously. Super comfortable. And look," I exclaimed, flipping my hood up to show the face, "it even as a hood!"

He laughed. "I must get a pair of those! Why wizards say that Muggles aren't creative, I will never know."

I rolled my eyes. "I know right! Blood purity is so stupid." I winked at him. "Maybe over Christmas break I could buy you a pair and Owl them to you."

Dumbles looked like Christmas had come early. "Please do! They look very fun to wear."

I had a sudden flash of Dumbledore walking around the school singing Christmas songs while dressed in a purple dragon onesie and handing out Lemon Drops to surprised students. I blinked at him, trying to get that image out of my mind.

I grinned at him. "Will do, Dumbledore!"

He waved his hand. "Oh, please, call me Albus. We've been working together for years now and I've come to think of you as a granddaughter."

I beamed at him. "Okay, but you have to call me Zia. Miss Audenzia sounds too formal and I'm only called it if I'm in trouble with Chiron."

Albus laughed loudly. "Oh, I can believe that! Now. Onto the important stuff." He leaned forward. "Tell me. Did you win the war?"

I smiled sadly at him. "We did. We lost a lot of lives though. Luke killed himself to get rid of Kronos. He was a hero in the end."

Albus nodded. "I had a feeling he would be. Anything else?"

I racked my brains. "Um... Percy was offered godhood but he turned it down so he could stay with Annabeth. Percy made all the gods promise to pay attention to their kids more, claim them by the time they're thirteen, and all the minor gods, including Hades, get cabins."

Albus's eyes were big and filled with happiness. "That is absolutely wonderful, Zia! And what is this I hear about Mr. Jackson and Ms. Chase?"

I squealed loudly, my fangirl mode being switched on. "Oh! My! Gods! Albus! It was beautiful! Percy turned down godhood because he didn't want to leave Annabeth and later, they kissed in front of the lake after they confessed their feelings for one another- I know this because the entire camp was spying on them- and then we threw them both in the lake and they never came up, and then Annabeth later told me that they had an underwater kiss and can I just say that I about melted into a puddle of happiness right then and there?! Why are you laughing at me?! I have a right to act like this! I mean, PERCABETH HAPPENED!"

Albus was dying of laughter by the time I was done with my fangirling and I huffed at him. "That is great news, Zia! I'm sorry for laughing, it's just that you are a very amusing person when it comes to your "shipping" and "OTPs". It's like you're never calm when they are mentioned together!"

I stared at him. "I'm a fangirl. We don't do calm."

Albus raised his eyebrows at me. "Yes, I can tell. Now, one last thing before I tell you your mission. Can you give me your memories?"

"Yeah, sure." I put my wand up to my head and extracted all of my memories from this summer. Even the ones where I was just doing random things that had nothing to do with the war, like pranking with brothers or stealing all the armory on a dare (Oh, that was fun). I handed them over to him and he took them with his wand, placing them inside a crystal vial. He opened a cabinet that was filled with memory vials and put them on the shelf that was reserved for my memories specifically.

You see, every time there is a break and I go back to Camp, I come back to Hogwarts, report to Dumbledore, and give him my memories. He then keeps them in his cabinet and watches them in the Pensieve after I leave his office. He does this so he can study the battle strategies that we use for wars, and our fighting techniques, that way he memorizes them all and teaches them to the Order of the Phoenix for the upcoming war with Voldemort. He also just wants to see what quests I'd been on that summer and all that because seeing my memories is easier than trying to tell him myself. It's a pretty smart system.

I grabbed the teapot and poured myself some more tea. I took a sip, swallowed, and asked, "So are you gonna tell me my mission or nah?"

Albus sighed and walked over to his desk and sat down. "Your mission for this year is... it's something that you aren't going to be enjoying like every other year. I am very sorry, Zia, but your mission is..." He looked nervous about my reaction.

I raised an eyebrow at him, butterflies flying around my stomach all of a sudden. "Y-e-e-e-e-s?" I asked, before taking a long, deep sip of tea.

He took a deep breath, a grave, pity-filled look on his face. "You must protect the Marauders at all cost. Even if you have to die to save their lives."

As soon as I heard those words, I did something they only do in the movies. Something I have always wanted to do when the time was right because I'm a major movie fanatic and Drama Queen.

I spat my tea all over Albus's face in shock.

"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!"

I stomped hysterically down the darkened corridor, my feet aching from the stone floor punching them over and over again. Why me?! Why me of all people?! Protect the Marauders?! Is Albus insane?! I can't even get within twelve feet of the Marauders without them beating me to the point of unconsciousness! How can I protect them when I'm knocked out most of the time because of them?! Hades' underpants, this is crazy!

Now, don't think I backed down on this mission because I didn't. No siree! I would make this mission successful. I was not a coward.

I just didn't know how I was gonna do it.

I rubbed my face tiredly, not watching where I was going. "This is a mess," I muttered. Suddenly, I slammed into a wall. Or rather, the wall slammed into me. I fell onto my butt, my unicorn tail cushioning the fall.

"Ow," I whined. "Again, what is with floors wanting to cause me pain today?!"

"What the hell?" someone asked. My eyes widened. That voice! It was Sirius Black!

"Hey, Pads, you okay, mate?" That was James Potter's voice! Crap. Crappity crap crap crap.

"He's fine, James. What we should be worrying about is the person Padfoot knocked on the floor." Remus Lupin.

I'm gonna die tonight, aren't I? I thought.

Wait a minute! They couldn't see my face! I grabbed my hood and covered as much of my head as possible. My hair hung in my face and prayed to all the gods that they wouldn't recognize me, especially since I had straight hair and it was dark.

Someone grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me with strong hands into the air. I squeaked in surprise. They placed me on my feet and dusted me off.

"Um, sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going," Black apologized.

"Uh... it's fine." I said quietly. Black and apologies? That's new.

"No, really I'm sorry!"

I stayed silent. I was starting to get angry. I was starting to get angry because he would never apologize if he knew it was me. And I hated that! It irked me more than it should have. I didn't know why. I wondered why the Marauders were even out in the first place. Probably planning a new prank.

"Merlin, you're a quiet one, aren't you?" Sirius asked. The other Marauders chuckled.

"Yeah, well, don't mistake my silence for weakness," I snapped. "No one plans a murder out loud."

"Feisty." I heard Potter mutter.

"Shut it, Potter," I spat.

Lupin spoke up. "He will when we find out who the heck you are."

I snorted. "Or I could just Silencio him to the point his voice box will be damaged beyond repair."

Black raised an eyebrow. "You know for someone dressed as a unicorn and all things happy, you are a very rude person."

I laughed not-so-nicely. "People call me rude. I call it "direct."

I started walking off, trying to get away from them and back to the dungeons. Someone grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me back. I fought tooth and nail but they managed to pull back my hood and whip my head towards them.

"Blazen?!" they all shrieked.

"Vae!" I cursed in Latin. Fun fact. When I get caught doing something bad, I immediately start cursing in basically every language. Hermes kids know every language because our dad is the god of travelers. I mostly curse in Greek and Latin because I'm around those languages the most. Look up the translations at your own risk.

I turned around fully, glaring at them, not even bothering with my mask. "Απλά άσε με μόνο, ηλίθιοι! Δεν μπορώ να αντιμετωπίσω τα χάλια σου τώρα!"

The Marauders blinked. "Uh, what? What did you say?" James asked me. He whacked Remus on the arm and hissed, "What did she say?"

Remus stared at me. "I don't know. It sounded like Latin and Greek though. I can tell from her tone though that it wasn't exactly a compliment."

Potter and Black glared at me. "I don't know what you said, Blazen," Black snarled, "but you're gonna pay either way for that mouth of yours."

I glared at them. "Okay. You know what? Fiocci non faccio about you guys. You can vescere bracis meis for all I care. Σκάσε και άσε με να πάω στο κοινό δωμάτιο μου τώρα, εντάξει?"

They just stared at me, not having a clue what I just said, and I huffed at the boys. I walked away, my footsteps echoing throughout the corridors. I could faintly hear Lupin questioning what I was saying, Potter planning on how he was gonna get revenge for my rudeness, but the one that stuck out to me the most was Black's question, which was:

"Did you guys not notice how she straightened her hair? I wonder what charm she used." I heard a loud smack reverberate throughout the hall right after he asked that and a sharp yelp of pain that soon followed.

I shook my head and walked back to the dungeons, my mind on how the heck did I just get away without getting beaten up?

I walked back into my dorm that was filled with the not-so-soft snores of Parkinson's and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth again. After I finished brushing my teeth, I walked over to my bed and fell into it. I let the warmth envelop me and I tried to fall asleep.

Sadly, my ADHD got in the way. See, the thing about me, sleep, and ADHD is that I try to sleep, and then my dam ADHD kicks in, and well basically, one sheep, two sheep, cat, narwhal, parrot, Mary Had A Little Lamb... HEEEY MACARENA!

I don't know what time it was when I finally started wandering the land of Hypnos, but let's just say that I was very grateful that the next day was a Saturday.

As sleep enveloped me, my last thought was on what type of onesie I should get Albus for Christmas.

A/N- I AM DONE! HALLELUJAH, PRAISE THE LORD, I AM DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER! I have been working on this instead of doing five English assignments, an English test, and a science project that is all due today. Oops.

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Translations:

Vae- Damn!

Fiocci non faccio- I don't give a sh*t.

Vescere bracis meis- Eat my pants.

Y'all can look up the Greek one on Google Translate because I'm too lazy to put that here too. Sorry if the translations are bad.

Lots of people have been asking why Zia wears a mask to cover who she is. I know that it sounds ridiculous. I wrote the first chapter when I was twelve and it sounded like a good idea at the time, but now it doesn't seem necessary. I'm too lazy to change the first chapter and take out the mask, so I'll do something different. This is why Zia will almost completely lose the mask soon. She will still be undercover, so she still has to act like a Pureblood bigot and all that, but she can act like her usual chaotic self soon. I guess my original excuse for the mask was that she had to stick to the shadows and lay low. Otherwise, Voldemort might have noticed her and found out about her godly heritage and decided to try to use her to make him immortal. So yeah, that is basically why she has the mask, but it will be almost completely gone because while I like it, I don't like it.

As you will see later, I have made Zia a major movie fanatic and fangirl, so there will be references. Let me know in the comments if you figure them out and I'll give you a shout-out!

Whelp, I gotta go! Thanks for the favorites, follows, reviews, and reads! I love you guys!

Buh-bye!

-Sam ;)

P.S. I didn't edit this chapter. Oops.