Two Sides of the Same Coin

by Steampunk Slytherin

Audenzia Blazen is many things. She's a demigod daughter of Hermes. She's a witch. She's fast. She's smart. She's a gambler. An actor. A thief. A liar. She's also bullied by the Marauders at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Zia has no friends there. She's just the weird girl in Slytherin. That's because she wears a mask that covers who she really is. FULL SUMMARY INSIDE!

6. Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter. All I own are my OCs and my plot.

Guest: Here's the update! I'm so happy that you like it! I know what you mean lol. I'm doing this instead of doing a science project that is due today, haha.

Guest: Have someone IM Zia in class? That would be great! It's not a bad idea at all! Some of my readers on other sites have been asking me to do something similar to that. Like, have the Stolls send her a Howler. I'll do the IM thing, too! :)

THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR IS IN THIS CHAPTER! I AM ALMOST COMPLETELY GETTING RID OF THE MASK! I bet this is making all the people who told me the mask is stupid very happy.

Chapter 6: YES, I HAVE MUSCLES & FASHION SENSE! DEAL WITH IT

Zia's POV (First Person)-

When I woke up the next morning, I realized that the dorm was empty and the sun was high in the sky. "What time is it?" I mumbled. My brain immediately screamed SHOWTIME! Yes, I am a Hamilfan. Sue me. I rolled over and checked the time on my watch that was on my nightstand. I stole the watch in the Battle of Manhattan. I couldn't resist! It was just so shiny and gold and filled with crystals. (Yes, I am a bit of a kleptomaniac. Aren't all children of Hermes?) I looked at the watch. 11:00 a.m.?! Oh, Styx! I missed breakfast! I rolled over and fell onto my side onto the floor.

"Ow! Again! What is with floors hurting me?!" I yelped. I climbed to my feet and tried to untangle myself from the sheets. "Come on, you stupid things! Stop hugging my feet! I gotta pee!"

...Was I really so lonely at school that I talked to inanimate objects like they're real people?

I finally got the sheets to stop hugging my ankles and I stumbled to the bathroom. I quickly did my business, washed my hands, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. I took a quick shower so I didn't smell bad and I climbed out. I wrapped a towel around my body and started brushing out my hair. It was already starting to become curly again! Grrrrrrr...

I walked back into the dorm and snatched up my wand. I ran back into the bathroom and cast a Hot-Air charm on my hair and then cast a straightening charm. I brushed out my hair again and parted it down the middle. I grinned at my reflection.

"Dam, I love this hairstyle! Why didn't I do it sooner?" I asked the air, throwing my hands up.

I walked out of the bathroom and opened my door to the wardrobe. Yay. Another day of wearing those hideous cloth-

"WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!" I shrieked. I knew for a fact that I had hung all of my clothes up the night before. The wardrobe was empty! Only hangers were in there! They even took my socks! Who takes socks as a prank?! I noticed a piece of parchment folded up at the bottom of my wardrobe and I bent down to pick it up. I grabbed it and unfolded it.

Dear Minger,

We have stolen your clothes and left a little gift for you in the Great Hall! Hint: It has to do with your missing clothes. (Really, you should be thanking us for getting rid of those godawful rags.)

Looks like you're going to have to walk around in that onesie all day! Either that or go naked. Your choice!

This is payback for what you said to us in the hallway last night and for that incident at the station with Padfoot. You brought this onto yourself.

Sucks to be you! HAHAHAHAHA!

With all our hate,

The Marauders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

P.S. We placed a charm on your dorm and common room so you can't hide in your dorm all day. You'll have to come out at some point or else...

I stared at the letter in shock. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?!" I screamed. "Of all the pranks they had to pull on me, it had to be the one that threatens my identity?! Seriously?!" Normally I would think this prank was hilarious. I once did the same thing to the Aphrodite cabin and threw all of their clothes into the lake! (I mean, I gave them back after a couple of hours and dried them off, so it's not like I permanently damaged them.)

But this!

This is just the Fates messing me with me! I can already picture those three old ladies just rolling around on the floor dying of laughter. They really do seem to enjoy messing with me whenever they're bored. I groaned out loud. "Ugh, sometimes I just really hate my life."

I stomped over to my bed and grabbed a pillowcase. I held my wand to it and prayed to Aphrodite and whatever Transfiguration god was out there that I wouldn't mess this up and accidentally set my pillowcase on fire or something. This was a really advanced spell that I learned from the Hecate kids over the summer and I wasn't supposed to be taught this until my seventh year in Transfiguration. I held my wand and did a very complicated twirling movement with my wand and shouted, "Vestimenta nova!"

A bright pink light filled the room and when it cleared, a white hoodie crop top with long sleeves with the word "Blackwood" spelled out on the front in grey font appeared. There was also a soft, grey high-waist pencil skirt that looked like it was supposed to go past my knees. This would look great with a big pair of silver hoops.

I stared.

Yo, that's actually really cute.

I slapped myself.

No, Zia! You have to wear ugly clothes! Come on, girlfriend. Concentrate on ugly clothes! Though I think I'll just keep that outfit for later...

I grabbed my other pillowcase. I raised my wand again, did all the moves while shouting, "Vestimenta nova!" The pink light returned and in its place was...

ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PANTSUITS I HAD EVER SEEN! APOLLO'S STOLEN COWS, THAT THING WAS BEAUTIFUL! My eyes were big as I looked over the outfit that I had conjured. It was light pink and black. It had black buttons and a black tank top with a black belt. This outfit would look great with my really tall white stilettos back home. I didn't know how to describe it. It was just too perfect to describe.

I felt some drool on my chin. I quickly wiped it off. I whimpered.

Why? Just why? It's like the Fates are rubbing everything that I can't have in my face!

I wouldn't have worn that out in school, but I still really wanted to wear it! I grabbed the pantsuit and heels and placed them on top of the other outfit. What? I was definitely gonna keep that. I didn't know when I was gonna wear it and I didn't care. I just really wanted it. Maybe I could have worn it to Slughorn's next party! I would have totally refused him when he asked me (he asks me a lot, so I go to every single boring one) but I had to keep up the nerdy appearance. Plus, I'm just really good at Potions. Or I could have worn it when I became a famous actress and I would be walking down the red carpet! Either one would do!

I raised my wand again and was about to shout the incantation again, this time on my bed sheet when a memory whacked me in the head. I remembered Lou Ellen telling me that this spell only conjured clothes that were my style. This means I couldn't conjure any ugly clothes because they weren't my type! Hermes' caduceus, my life was worse than Tartarus sometimes.

What am I gonna do now? I groaned in my head.

Peck. Peck. Peck, peck, peck, peck.

I whipped my head towards the pecking sound and my eyes widened when I saw a school owl tapping the window with its beak. Who would be writing to me? I wondered. I walked over to the owl and let it in. It flew down and glared at me impatiently sticking its leg out. I grabbed the letter attached to its leg and the owl flew out of the room as fast as it came in.

I rolled my eyes. "Someone's in a grumpy mood today."

I grabbed the part of the letter to open it. "Please don't let this be another prank from the Marauders," I prayed.

The thing about the Marauder's pranks was that while most of them were funny, they were also extremely humiliating and have been known to make others get hurt sometimes. That showed the difference between the Hermes cabin and the Marauders. Our pranks were funny, a teeny tiny bit humiliating (but not much!), and safe. The Marauder's pranks were not.

It sucked that almost all of their pranks were directed at the Slytherin house too. A lot of them are directed at Severus Snape and me since we are the main victims of the Marauder's bullying.

Lucky us.

I tore open the letter, but not before checking for curses, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the letter was from Albus.

The letter said:

Dear Zia,

It has come to my attention that Marauders have done another prank on you. I am very sorry, my dear girl, but in the Great Hall, they have hung up your clothes on the ceiling and have added a charm that will make them impossible to take down for another couple of months.

"Ahhh, crap," I grimaced. I continued reading the letter.

We both know how hard it was to get clothes that covered your muscles and were in bad shape, so I started thinking. Maybe for your mission for this year of protecting the Marauders, you could try and become friends with them. Or at least, show them you have a backbone so they will stop bullying you, and that way, you'll be able to get closer to them without them hurting you so you can protect them. It is completely up to you but I advise you to do what I just suggested. It seems like the best option.

What I'm saying is you don't have to pretend to be someone you're not anymore, Zia. You're free! You can wear the clothes that you want to wear now and act like yourself outside of Slytherin.

"YES!" I shouted gleefully.

Everyone will see this as you coming out of your shell. Just make sure to not tell anyone that you aren't of pure blood. Your housemates will eat you alive if they found out you've been lying to them all these years. Also, make sure to still do well with your studies. Just because I'm giving you the freedom to act like yourself does not mean that your grades need to slip.

"Okay, Dad," I grumbled. "Besides, I'm a nerd all on my own. That wasn't really an act. I just enhanced my nerdiness a little!"

I am very proud of you for putting up with all this- the acting; the bullying; all of it- so think of this as your break. A break that will continue forever of course. No more acting!

I'm very proud of you, Zia.

Your friend and colleague,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

P.S. While the Marauders did take your socks, they did not take your undergarments. Even they have enough decency to leave those alone.

(I breathed a sigh of relief when I read that last bit.)

When I finished reading the most beautiful letter to ever exist in all of time, I threw it down on the floor and screamed as loud as I could. I was pretty sure New Jersey could hear me. I ran around in circles, still screaming, with my fists in the air.

"YEEEEEEEEES! OH, MY GODS, I'M FREE! NO MORE UGLY CLOTHES! ALMOST NO MORE ACTING! YAY-YAY-YAY-YAY-YAY!" I cried happily, doing my Happy Dance.

In case you were wondering, my Happy Dance was a combination of The Macarena, YMCA, and the Chicken Dance. Weird, yes, but it demonstrated my emotions very well. Especially when my two favorite characters finally kissed and I started to have a Fangirl Fit.

Later, once I calmed down and stopped jumping on my bed, I grabbed pretty much every cloth I could find in the dorm so I could transfigure it into clothes. I even took Greengrass's curtain drapings! I cast Vestimenta Nova on the clothes and a whole new wardrobe appeared in front of my eyes. I felt my eyes well up with tears. Happy tears, of course!

I still couldn't get over the fact that I wouldn't have to wear those clothes again and now the realization was hitting me as hard as the time Thalia hit me with Apollo's sun chariot when they landed at Camp Half-Blood. Thank Hermes that the heat had been turned off by then, otherwise, I would have been more burnt than that bread that Travis and I had tried to make into toast an hour before the crash.

Yeah, Hermes kids had a lot of super cool powers, but cooking? Nope! Cooking was something that we sucked at. Although, the Stolls and I hoped to get onto Master Chef, that way we can get insulted by the one and only Gordon Ramsay. His insults were so creative! For once, we- the Stolls and I- just wanted those insults to be directed at us.

Call us crazy if you want to but we would just take it as a compliment and continue to try and fulfill our dream.

I looked over the clothes I had transfigured- I did around fifteen or so- and I finally settled on one. I didn't want to wear a dress or a skirt and I also wanted to show that I wasn't as weak as people seemed to think. Which was why I chose that outfit. The outfit was a light gray halter crop top, baggy- but the stylish type of baggy- camouflage army pants, and black leather lace-up combat boots. It seemed like a pretty tough-looking outfit to me!

I quickly put the clothes on and I grabbed my golden rifle necklace. Didn't want to forget that! My necklace was my weapon. Like Percy's pen, mine turned into a gold assault rifle. Unlike the other guns at Camp, my rifle has been blessed by Hermes himself so that it will never run out of bullets and so that the celestial bronze bullets wouldn't dissolve once I shot them. It's pretty nice not having to refill the gun over and over again in the middle of the battle (I'm a sniper in battle). I didn't feel like sticking to the aesthetic as much as everyone else at camp, so I chose the gun.

I also had other weapons of course. And they did stick to the aesthetic. All of them were daggers. At camp, I walked around with a belt filled with my daggers, big and small. I had the most daggers out of anyone else at camp. The only downside of wearing them on a belt was trying not to sit on one. I really didn't want a dagger sticking out of my buttcheek because I sat on it, so I started strapping some of the daggers to my arms and legs.

It was part of the reason I wore baggy clothes at school. You can't exactly carry daggers on your forearm or bicep under your clothes if someone sees the outline of them. That would raise a lot of questions.

At that moment, since I was wearing a form-fitting crop top with no sleeves, I had no choice but to strap my daggers around my thighs under the pants and I also put two small switchblades down both of my boots. I strapped on my rifle necklace and put in some big gold hoop earrings that I had in my bag. I had never left home without them. They couldn't be used as a weapon- unless you counted the little needle that goes into your piercing- but I have used them as handcuffs before.

Very useful in Capture The Flag.

They were also very useful at that time when Connor and I had to pee at the same time, and the bathroom was occupied by Chris, so when Chris came out, we both raced towards the bathroom. Connor was almost there but then I grabbed his wrist and handcuffed him to a bench. Only one of us made it to the bathroom without wetting our pants that day. Can you guess who?

HAHAHAHAHA!

I slid on my *cough* stolen *cough* designer golden watch and a couple of golden rings. I quickly applied some makeup (dam, my eyeliner was looking sharp), grabbed a bag, and ran out of the dorm and into the common room. I was starving! Of course, I was gonna run like my life depended on it! Luckily, Hermes kids were really fast (like superhuman or The Flash fast, but we didn't show that around mortals. We were faster than the average person when around others) so I was already out of the common room in about two seconds.

As I ran out of the common room, I heard my housemates ask, "Was that Blazen?", "When did she get so hot?", and "Since when did that girl have muscles and agility?"

I held back a snort. Like, dude, my dad was the god of agility. I was gonna be graceful! Most of the time at least. Sometimes I'm about as agile as a water buffalo. But that's only when I was walking! When I was running, I was like a gazelle.

I ran through the corridors, only a gold and camo blur to others, and I only slowed down as I neared the Great Hall.

I could sense a trap near the doors. It was a prank of some sort. I peered up at the closed doors. An outline started to trace out in front of my eyes like it was a blueprint. There was a bucket filled with something. I looked around the other parts of the doors. I could see the outlines of some ropes holding the bucket. The ropes were invisible to everyone, and so was the bucket. I looked at the lower part of the doors.

Ah, I thought. A tripwire. I sensed a curse on the trap. I closed my eyes and searched for what the curse was.

Oh.

It was a curse designed so that the trap would only work on one person. If anyone else walked into that tripwire, nothing would have happened to them. The prank would have happened to only one certain person thanks to the curse. Unfortunately, that person was me.

So, you are probably wondering how I knew this. One of the powers that Hermes kids had was that we could sense physical traps and curses.

Pretty cool, right?

We had a lot of cool powers, like super speed, teleportation (it took a lot of energy, so we didn't do it much), telling the future by rolling dice, creating force fields (Dad was the god of boundaries), open any lock even if it had a curse on it, to know all languages, and a couple more. We had some pretty dam awesome powers! As Luke used to say, "We're a jack-of-all-trades."

Speaking of force fields, I decided to create one to protect me from whatever was about to spill on me. Everyone would just think I cast a spell but the professors would know better. Hehe. Minnie was probably gonna give me another talking-to about why I shouldn't have been using my powers for things like this and then Dumbledore would back me up saying something crazy yet wise and that would end the lecture.

Ooh, I couldn't wait until the Marauders saw that their prank wouldn't work on me! I made the force field so it was like an invisible bubble was surrounding me, stuck my hand through the force field, and threw open the doors.

Everyone turned to look at me as I walked in.

Some gaped at me.

Some raised their eyebrows.

Some people were drooling.

Ew.

The Marauders looked thunderstruck. Yeah, that's right! I got clothes!

I looked up at the beautiful ceiling and saw my clothes floating there. I rolled my eyes. Compared to the Hermes cabin, the Marauders were amateurs when it came to pranks.

I purposefully activated the tripwire and looked up when I heard a squelching sound. Blue slime came barreling down towards me! The Marauders were smirking and the teachers looked worried, but Albus sat there, his eyes twinkling. He had already figured what I was doing!

JUST YOU WAIT, MARAUDERS!

The blue slime came barreling down towards me and it stopped about three feet above my head.

I smirked.

It slid down the sides a couple of feet away from me that wasn't there. Slime just came raining down and I just made it look like I was trapped in a bubble. I was trying so hard not to laugh!

I stood there with a bored expression on my face for a couple of minutes as slime fell on my force field, my arms crossed. I kept my eyes on the Marauders the whole time, not blinking.

They looked very uncomfortable.

Good.

Black was staring at me with an amazed and fascinated expression. I wondered why? Maybe it was because of my new clothes. Or because I held myself with confidence that I had to hide before.

I occasionally yawned or checked my nails to emphasize how lame I thought this prank was.

The Hall was totally silent the entire time.

(This entire thing felt like a scene out of a movie, haha.)

When the slime finally stopped falling, I looked up with raised eyebrows and asked the big bucket hanging about fifty feet above me in a bored tone, "Are you done?"

The bucket responded with a final glob of blue slime falling on my force field. I could practically hear it saying, "Now I am."

I walked confidently across the Great Hall to the Slytherin table and sat down after getting rid of the force field. I grabbed a roasted chicken leg and some mashed potatoes and put them on my plate. I stuffed my face with some potatoes when I noticed something.

The entire Hall was still silent.

I looked up and saw every one of the students staring at me with open mouths, the Marauders and Lily Evans more than anyone. They all seemed to be looking me up and down. I glanced to my right. The Slytherins were also staring open-mouthed. Lucius, who was right next to me, was staring at my muscled arms in shock.

"Whoot?" I asked everyone, specifically Lucius, with my cheeks stuffed with potatoes like chipmunks stuffed with acorns. Lucius' face grew red and he started stuttering.

"I- um- How?- When?-" he questioned.

I glanced up at Albus. He seemed to be silently laughing behind his hand. I looked around at everyone else once more when I realized why they were staring.

I stood upon the bench. "Okay, let's get this straight! YES, I HAVE MUSCLES AND FASHION SENSE! DEAL WITH IT! I'M REALLY NOT THAT INTERESTING!" I threw my hands in the air.

I plopped back down. "Go back to your knitting!" I shouted at everyone. Everyone turned back around and their conversations resumed, though they glanced back at me every now and then.

In the middle of my scrumptious meal, I felt eyes on me. I looked up and my hazel eyes met Black's stormy gray ones. He was looking at me with a curious gaze. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment until I smirked at him and gave him a two-fingered salute.

I turned back to my meal and all throughout lunch, I could feel Black's inquisitive stare on me.

A/N- TEN AND A HALF PAGES. HOW? YOU'RE LUCKY I LOVE YOU GUYS.

I'm supposed to be doing a science project that is due today instead of doing this, but I like this better lol. Science is my worst subject besides Algebra 1, and I have to study. I'm the queen of procrastinating lol. There goes my 100 average in science. It was nice while it lasted *sighs*. My procrastination is gonna get me killed one day. I just know it.

Sorry that this chapter wasn't as funny as the others. :( It was still pretty good though, right?

This chapter is dedicated to JJ LOTR PJ HP, who gave me the idea of the Marauders stealing Zia's clothes so they would see her figure and know that she isn't weak. I hope you liked it! This chapter honestly didn't go the way I planned but that's okay!

IF YOU WANT YOUR IDEA IN MY STORY, PM ME AND I"LL SEE IF I LIKE IT AND CAN FIT IT INTO THE PLOT, OKAY?

Also, in previous author notes, I have stated that I am thirteen. I'm actually fourteen but stupid autocorrect would always change it for some reason, ugh.

Thanks for all the support, guys! I did not edit this chapter! Sorry about the AWFUL grammar.

Peace,

Sam :)