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A/N- Okay, finally got back from the beach WHERE IT DID HAVE WIFI BECAUSE IT IS NOW REQUIRED. YAY! I have to go back to school for five days a week tomorrow, which I am not excited for. Updates will be a whole lot slower because of this.

This chapter will be about something that no one is expecting, trust me. I've been so excited to write this chapter ever since I made up Zia. Ya'll are gonna find out some crazy stuff in this chapter. You will also want to MURDER two of the Marauders once this chapter is over. Might as well grab a knife and a stress ball for this.

Elo: Okay, no cement. For now. I'm glad you liked the chapter! Their reactions will be great, trust me! Yep, I went shopping. My mom was mad that everything I got was tye dye and couldn't be used for fancy occasions lol.

Guest: Glad you like me threatening y'all in the author notes. I'll make sure to do it more often. Glad you like the story! :)

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Guest: I didn't really ignore the last review. More like sent them a big paragraph basically telling them to shut the hell up. I'm really glad that you like this. All these good reviews make me smile so hard when I read them. You should remake your account and try writing again! I would totally read your stuff, even if I'm not in the same fandom the story is set in!

Awesomegirl: Here's the update XD I hope it lives up to your expectations. (Probably won't. This is gonna be something nobody is expecting.)

Oh yeah, when I went shopping at the beach, I went to Target and Barnes & Noble. I had a TON of gift cards with me and fifty dollars. So, um, I bought four books at Target and around twenty books at the bookstore. I spent all my giftcards, spent all my money, and owe my dad twenty bucks for paying for the books I couldn't buy because of no money. My mom totally flipped and shetold me I was obsessed. I told her, "At least it's not drugs." So, yeah, now I'm broke, but I have plenty of things to read! Although, let's be honest. I'm gonna finish all those books in about month. I've done it before multiple times.

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Chapter 8: HOLY BURNT CHICKEN NUGGETS-!

Zia's POV (first person)-

I used to have cancer.

I got leukemia when I was five. I had it until I was almost eleven when I moved to London. Turns out, ambrosia and nectar could not heal cancer, but it could help slow it down and stop spreading to other parts of my body. That is what I used until I moved to London with my mom. If it wasn't for the ambrosia and nectar, I would most likely be dead right now.

When I was six my hair started falling out because of the chemo. I became bald all over and I liked to call myself 'Miss Clean' and 'Lex Luther' because, honestly, I looked like a female version of both of those dudes. Travis and Connor loved the nicknames. They were - they still are - big fans of the X-Men. Katie thought the names were hilarious. The two boys told me that when I was in the wheelchair, I became Professor Xavier.

It was pretty funny. I looked like Professor Xavier and a lot of the time I was in a wheelchair because of my dizzy spells, so I loved to pretend that my mom was one of the X-Men and I would train her. Ah, the good old days when I got along with my mother and she wasn't a crazy cat lady.

However, at times, I missed my hair a lot. I wanted to play princess and look like a girl again. I couldn't play princess if I looked like a guy! It was simply impossible in my six-year-old mind. Nowadays, I realized that I could've worn a wig or a hat. Hell, I could've just gone bald! Who cared if a princess has hair or not! Gods, what was my six-year-old self thinking?

Throughout school, I was known as the sick girl who liked to play pranks and get sent to the principal's office every day for stealing things from other students and teachers.

I was known as the sick girl who had no hair and liked to race all of the boys at recess, even if I was in a wheelchair sometimes. I always won. Winning the races made all the boys hate me though. They didn't like that a girl in a wheelchair had beaten them at a sport. It was a crime for a girl to be good at sports in their small brains.

Sexist pigs.

I was labeled as a kleptomaniac and everyone stayed far away. Talking to me would have been social suicide. No one wanted to be friends with the weird sick girl with no hair who just so happened to be in a wheelchair and liked to steal from everyone.

It didn't help that I had dyslexia and ADHD, so everyone labeled me as slow. A ton of kids actually made a petition to put me down two grades so I would be in first grade instead of third. They almost got the principal on board (he really hated me) but then I was expelled for flooding the principal's office with toilet water and then locking thirty cats in there while the water was still there. The principal was in the office at the time too. I was actually really proud of that prank! I used it as a bedtime story for the new/young kids in the Hermes cabin. It became a bedtime favorite!

I was indeed a kleptomaniac. I still am, but I am way better than I was when I was little. All children of Hermes are kleptos. It would be plain weird if we weren't!

One day, Mom came home with excitement in her eyes and told me she had quit her job. I was shocked that she had quit such an amazing and well-paying job but I admired my mother and figured that it was probably for a good reason. She then told me that we were moving to England.

That's when my life turned upside down.

Mom became an Aurologist and became really weird. She dressed like a fortune teller would and always put on this airy voice. She started drinking a lot. Eventually, she forgot to buy me the necessary things, like food, clothes, and a bed (I broke the first one in a monster attack. The bed was really old). That's when I took up the gambling thing. It was the only way I could survive.

She always talked about how my aura was a beautiful gold with a hint of red and black. Apparently, the black represents trickery and mischief. She told me that the red was my cancer.

I told her that she was full of dragon dung.

One day, about three months before I went to Hogwarts, she came home, and for once, she wasn't drunk! She sounded really excited and she even forgot to put that weird voice on! She grabbed my hands and spun me around the kitchen, squealing about something. When she stopped, I asked her what happened.

She told me that she had found out from her boss that Saint Mungos had a potion that could cure leukemia! You have no idea how happy I was to hear that! I could finally get my hair back! I could get out of the wheelchair forever! I could run again! I could play Capture the Flag at CHB again! I could do my annual tradition of toilet-papering the Ares cabin on the 4th of July!

The next day, we went to the hospital and had about fifty tests done. It took a lot of money. After eight hours of waiting, they brought me twelve vials of a bright, neon yellow potion with green chunks of... something... floating around in it. They told me to take half of a cup in the morning and half of the cup at night until all of the vials were empty. We would come back once it was all gone.

Sure enough, two weeks later, we went back to the hospital and had the tests done. The Healer came in and introduced herself as Healer Potter but I could call her Euphemia. I later found out that this was James Potter's mother. I honestly could still not believe that they were related.

She told me that the potion was a success! My cancer was gone! Yay!

I still went back to the hospital every month to check if there was a sign of the cancer coming back. My mother always forgot about the appointments because she was so occupied with her new butthole of a boyfriend, Shane, so I eventually stopped telling her about them and just took the Knight Bus to St. Mungos instead.

Euphemia gave me about ten shots each time to prevent the cancer from coming back and we ran a ton of tests whenever I went there. Euphemia had been my Healer every single time. She and I had gotten rather close. She was always talking about James and his pranks. I never told her that he bullied me with his friends and I never would.

She told me a couple of times that she'd mentioned me to James. I don't think she ever told him my name though. Euphemia told me that I had become like a daughter to her and that I should come to visit. She said that James and her husband really wanted to meet me. She knew what my home life was like (she still thought that I lived with my mom and her boyfriend since I hadn't told her about camp). I always made up an excuse because I was afraid that I would run into the Marauders while I was there and because I was in America most of the time during breaks.

She had become like a mother to me. I really loved her and she was so much better than my own mother. Too bad she had a son that hated me. I hated that I had to keep lying to her about my life. It really sucked.

Euphemia gave me potions that would help my hair grow back before I could start Hogwarts. My hair came back and I just wouldn't stop playing with it! Whenever my test results took too long, Euphemia would do my hair, teach me all these cool styles, and teach me hacks she got from Muggle magazines that would make my hair prettier and longer. It has become our tradition to do this every time I came to the hospital since then.

Sometimes, I got these symptoms that I would only get when I had cancer. It was really weird because I didn't have cancer anymore so why in Hades was I getting these symptoms? No one knew why. Not even the Apollo kids and they were better healers than the ones at St. Mungos! I did have a theory that it might have been my demigod blood mixing with my magic that was causing this effect, but I wasn't sure.

The symptoms were pretty bad. I would get really dizzy or feel like I was about to faint or get these really awful nosebleeds that will make it look like I killed someone. Everyone would start mother henning me until I was better.

And when I say everyone, I mean everyone.

Dumbledore, Euphemia, Chiron, Katie, the Stolls (yeah, they were the biggest Mother Hens I have ever seen), the teachers at Hogwarts, Madam Pomphrey, Percy, Annabeth, other people at Camp!

Heck, even Mr. D once asked me if I was feeling well once when I had a nosebleed and almost passed out on the Big House front porch! Although, I'm pretty sure that's because he didn't want to lose his gambling partner. I was the only one besides Chiron that had beaten him in pinochle and he'd tolerated me ever since. He still called me the wrong name though. He did that to everyone except for his kids and Chiron.

Because of these symptoms, I sometimes panicked and thought that my cancer had come back somehow.

Now you guys know more of my backstory and why I obsessed over my hair so much.

Now you guys know why I reacted the way I did when I woke up in the middle of a corridor, completely beat up, with a shaved head, courtesy of two certain buttholes nicknamed Prongs and Wormtail.

I blinked blearily as I woke up, my back aching from the stone beneath me. I was lying on my back so I could see the ceiling. Why was I on the floor? I was pretty sure I stopped sleeping on the floor the moment I managed to steal myself a bed when I was still living with Mom.

So why...?

It looked like it was early in the morning based on the amount of sunlight streaming in from the windows to my right. I slowly sat up, my head pounding as if I had a hangover. Not that I knew what a hangover felt like. I vowed to myself that I would never drink after I saw what it did to Mom and Shane. And look at Mr. D! He was not exactly someone I wanted to be like when I grew up if you know what I mean.

I climbed to my feet, my legs shaking a little like it was my first time walking. Everything in my body, specifically my ribs, screamed at me to lie back down instantly, but I stood and tried to ignore how hard it was to breathe without feeling like a rib was being ripped out.

Like a dam had just burst - hehe, dam snack bar - all of my memories came flooding back to me.

It had been about a month since I arrived at Hogwarts. Halloween was in a few weeks. Like always, things hadn't been going so well. While I could act like myself outside of Slytherin and wear the clothes I wanted, I still had to act shy around people who wanted to talk to me so I could make it seem like I was trying to come out of my shell.

I still had to make sure everyone thought I was Pureblood and hated all Half-Bloods, Muggleborns, Squibs, Muggles, and Dark creatures like werewolves and vampires. This made everyone hate me. Besides the Slytherins of course. Everyone thought that I had just become a cocky and arrogant bully like a lot of the other Slytherins.

It didn't help that Lily Evans made sure everyone who didn't know who I was hated me before they met me because apparently, I was a bully and someone you didn't want to be around. Gods, you make one tiny mistake when you're eleven (but almost twelve) and that girl will hate you and make sure you are miserable every day of your life because of it. I didn't even mean to do it! It was a total accident! I'll get into more detail about the incident later.

The Marauders got more aggressive. At least, Potter and Pettigrew did. I don't think they liked that I showed that I had confidence so they decided to be extra hard on me to teach me a lesson and put me back in my place.

The beatings got worse. They would corner me after dinner almost every day and beat the schist outta me. Well, Potter and Pettigrew did the beatings. Remus stayed to look out for the teachers like always but Black...

Black would either stay and just watch with a blank face or he would join in on the beatings, but they were always half-hearted and he would stop in the middle of doing it and just watch. It was pretty weird.

It didn't stop the Marauders from almost killing me every day after dinner though. I made sure to always have a ton of nectar and ambrosia on me because of that. This entire thing sucked because I was supposed to be protecting them yet every time I got within fifty feet of them, they tried to get me into the hospital wing! It's like they wanted to die!

That specific night, I couldn't sleep because my ADHD was distracting me again, so I snuck out to go to the kitchens. I went to the kitchens, met with the house elves, had a delicious cheeseburger (which they would only make if you asked them to because they never served it any other time), and headed back to my common room.

I snuck out the portrait hole that contained the kitchens and stealthily walked down the hall while sticking to the shadows. I passed a broom closet and could hear some... disturbing noises... coming from it.

"Oh, Frank!" I heard Alice Fortesque moan.

My face went green when the smooching and slurping sounds got more intense and I speed walked away while trying to get those sounds out of my head.

Wowzers, that was bloody gross! I thought. I hope I'm not like that when I get a boyfriend. Not that I ever will... Boys can't handle all of this! Single Pringle right here, y'all!

I then realized that I was talking to myself in my head while making some very enthusiastic facial expressions and hand gestures. I quickly stopped and looked around, praying to all the gods that there was no one in the halls, like, let's say, a ghost or a teacher patrolling.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief and started to walk again, only to be slammed against the wall and pinned to it by some very strong hands.

"Gah!" I screamed in surprise.

"Shut it, Blazen!" James Potter growled.

Oh no... I thought in dread.

He let go of my shirt with one hand and used that hand to form it into a fist. It slammed into my left temple and I was knocked out of his grip onto the floor. I got up shakily. I looked at him wearily, while lightly touching my temple and winced. That was gonna bruise badly. He was lucky he didn't give me brain damage or had killed me! It was a known fact in martial arts and boxing that being hit in the temple could cause a lot of damage!

"W-what do you want, P-Potter?" I asked nervously. I honestly was a little bit scared of the dude. I know I said I wasn't before, but things change. I may have lived through scarier things and fought in a war, but this dude really knew how to throw a mean right hook. It was enough to rival Clarisse's!

Actually, no.

No one could top Clarisse's punches.

"Oh, nothing." He smirked. "I just got bored and decided to go for a walk. Then, I saw you walking here and I decided that you would be a perfect distraction for my boredom."

"You know why?" He asked, tilting his head like a curious puppy.

I gulped and shook my head.

"Because you deserve it," he snarled, walking closer to me. "Especially after what you did."

I finally came to my senses when I saw that his hand was forming a fist. I turned and ran, only to slam into Pettigrew. He grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back, bending them at an unsafe, painful angle.

I could imagine their smiles when I let out a high-pitched yelp.

"P-Please. Leave me alone," I whimpered pitifully. I found it sad that I wasn't acting this time. The fear and stuttering were real.

"Hm, no, I don't think we will. Do you want to, mate?" Pettigrew asked Potter.

"Can't say that I do," Potter grinned mockingly before kneeing me in the stomach and ripping me out of Pettigrew's grasp, and throwing me back onto the floor.

Reason #127 On Why Floors Suck: They are always there for me at the worst of times.

I slammed onto the floor and a sharp pain shot up my arm. THEY JUST SPRAINED MY WRIST! I thought angrily. I write with that hand! I cried out in pain when they started kicking me in the ribs as hard as they could.

I let out a pitiful moan and curled up into a ball, trying to protect my ribs. I forced myself to try to relax as much as possible and to not tense up when a kick came. Being tense would cause me more pain and I really didn't want that.

By then I was crying silently, trying to hide my face from the two bullies. I would not give them the satisfaction that they made me cry. Potter grabbed me and pushed me over, telling Pettigrew did grab my arms while he grabbed my legs. They managed to get me to spread out so I was completely vulnerable.

Before I could roll out of the way, Potter's foot came down and stomped on my stomach. I heard a loud crack and let out a pained wheeze.

My vision swam as I saw Pettigrew's foot and head to stomp on my stomach too, but Potter held out a hand and stopped him. "Okay, that's enough. Moony and Padfoot are probably wondering where we are."

"Yeah, okay," Pettigrew agreed. He glanced down at me and squinted curiously. "Hey, Prongs..."

James yawned. "Yeah, Wormtail?"

Those are some bloody stupid nicknames, I thought, trying to distract myself from the pain. Whoever came up with them was bonkers!

"Er, did you punch or kick Minger in the nose?" he asked.

James blinked him. "I don't think so. Why do you ask, mate?"

Pettigrew pointed at my face. "Because her nose is bleeding like a bloody waterfall, mate! When we first started, her shirt was white. Almost all of the front of it's red now!"

Potter leaned forward to get a better look in the moonlight. "Yeah, you're right. Meh. Probably just a regular nosebleed."

Schist. I grimaced. A symptom just had to show up right then of all times!

My vision wobbled and everything started to fade into darkness.

"Hey, mate, we should give Minger here a little parting gift before we leave. What do you say?" Potter asked.

I didn't hear what Pettigrew replied, but I imagined he said yes.

My last thought as the darkness swallowed me was that I was gonna have a killer headache when I woke up.

Whelp, I thought. That explains why I hurt so much. I have broken ribs!

I suddenly felt the urge to puke and my head started to hurt even more. I sighed. And apparently a concussion.

I noticed the hallway I was in and silently thanked the Fates. I had hidden a bag of ambrosia and nectar in a suit of armor in this hallway. I limped over to the knight's armor in the corner and took off the helmet, ignoring the protests it was giving me.

"Hey, hey, kid!" it yelped in a Scottish accent. "Put me back on me body!"

I gritted my teeth. Its "mouth" aka visor was digging into my ribs every time it talked. "Sorry, dude, it's an emergency."

"Aw, come on," it whined. I rolled my eyes.

I grabbed the bag and put the head back on its body. As I walked away, I heard it mumble, "I hate kids."

"We hate you too," I shouted back, immediately regretting it when my head felt like it was exploding.

I immediately took out a square of ambrosia, popped the entire thing into my mouth, and prayed that I didn't spontaneously combust into ashes right then and there. My body grew hot for a moment like I was in the desert, and I started to panic, but I cooled back down and didn't explode, so I took that as a good sign.

I started to move around and stretch, so I could check how much was healed. I winced when I felt my ribcage. It was still a little sore but nothing a few spells and nectar couldn't fix. My headache was pretty much gone and the bruise on my temple that had turned into a black eye barely hurt when I touched it, so that was good.

I felt my face, remembering my nosebleed. It was covered in dry blood. I looked down at my shirt and my eyes widened when I realized that Pettigrew really wasn't kidding when he said that my white shirt was basically red now. I cringed. See! I told y'all that it looked like I killed people whenever I had a nosebleed!

I took out the flask of nectar and took a small swig of it since I had eaten so much ambrosia. Like always, it tasted like Madam Rosmerta's butterbeer. The soreness in my ribs cleared up and so did the pain in my wrist. I felt great! Thank the gods for their godly food!

I walked around in circles, swinging my arms, and doing lunges to stretch my muscles. Ahhh, that feels much better, I thought. I scowled. The Marauders suck.

Just then, I realized that I had to pee and I headed over to the bathroom across the hall after stuffing the bag in another suit of armor (this one had a mild - okay, major - cussing problem. But I'm one to talk. You may not hear me cuss, but I cuss like a sailor). A/N- It is canon that Zia cusses a whole lot more than the average person, but I can't include that in here because my parents monitor my stories. I walked inside the bathroom, did my business, and was about to head over to wash my hands at the sink when my neck and head felt really cold. I turned around and saw that the window was open. I walked over to the window and a wild breeze zoomed into the room. I placed my hand on my head to keep my hair from blowing into my face.

Wait-

Where was my hair-

Huh-

What-

Oh my gods, where was my hair-

Forgetting about the open window, I rushed over to the sinks where the mirrors were.

I looked into the mirror and my mouth dropped open in horror.

My hair-

It was... it was gone-

All I had was a military buzz cut, something that I only had when my hair was growing back!

So this was the little parting gift Pettigrew and Potter left me...

The longer I looked into the mirror, more of the shock faded away. Panic started to set in and I started to feel my head with my hands. All of the surprise was gone and I was sucked back into reality.

My scream could be heard across all of Hogwarts and was an alarm clock for most of the people.

"HOLY BURNT CHICKEN NUGGETS-!"

A/N- I TOLD YOU YOU WOULDN'T EXPECT THIS! I TOLD YOU! I hope y'all liked it! Zia is gonna be pissed off. The Marauders better run.

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