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Chapter 1

Safira Potter smiled in relief as her two best friends, Hermione and Luna, both Ravenclaws like her, appeared in the crowd, mingling and trying their best to help. She turned away, having never enjoyed crowds, and then the silver, clear vial hanging from a chain around her neck glowed, burning an indent into her skin.

At first glance, it looked like a drop, and that was all. But in reality, it was a communication device, later filled with phoenix tears.

Quickly, the Girl-Who-Lived hurried away, turning corners until she appeared outside of Hogwarts, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. She had just killed Voldemort—and now the Hunters were calling her?

The vial was a communication device between Safira and the Hunters, if they were ever in life or death situations. Well, Safira had been, but neither had ever called before.

She had joined the Hunters at age ten, running away from the Dursleys at age eight and living by herself for two years before the Hunters had found her, accepting her into their group and teaching her about the Greek world. With her eidetic memory, Safira never forgot, and she was known to them as simply Safira, as she never told them her last name. Days later, she was claimed by Hecate and Apollo, a legacy of Hecate and a daughter of Apollo. Yet since she had been adopted legally, magically, and by blood by James Potter, as well as being adopted by Hecate by magic, she essentially had four parents. A year later in America, she had been sent the letter to Hogwarts, and she knew that if she stayed any longer with the Hunters, they might be endangered. So she had left, the communication device safe around her neck as she had cried, running in her silver dress and bare feet, raven hair flying, until she returned to England, running over water. Arriving in the magical world, she had been told repeatedly how much she looked like her mother, save the color of her hair. Every summer, she pretended to meet the Dursley's, actually Iris-Messaging the Hunters every year until sixth year, when they told her not to worry so much about them and that she would always be a true Hunter.

She had used glamours to make it seem as though she were growing, and changing her clothes despite fact that she was always in her true, hunter form—raven hair reaching to her knees and held back by a silver hairclip (her bow and arrows in another form), emerald eyes shining happily, light, pale skin, bare feet, silver dress, and now, the Elder Wand strapped to her right forearm, invisible and out of the way. Although she could still do wandless magic, she worked best with a wand, especially the Elder Wand. The Invisibility Cloak, Resurrection Stone, and few things she had in her possession were all magically shrunken in one of her charmed-bottomless pockets. Her entire outfit was magically enhanced, her arrows charmed monster-proof and always perfectly aimed, her quiver charmed bottomless and always filled with sharp arrows, and a high level shield always around her.

Now, she clutched the amulet tightly in her hand, and a drop of blood fell from her finger, ensuring that she was the receiver of the message. An Iris-Message appeared in front of her, and the frightened face of Thalia appeared amidst blurs of color.

"Safira! Thank the gods!"

"Thalia, what's wrong?" she demanded, her glamours already fully gone.

"Hera's been captured! The Hunters are trying to hold the monsters off while someone tries to get her out. We're at the Wolf House, California, near Jack London Park. How fast can you get here? We're losing quickly!" Thalia shouted.

"Two seconds!" she told Thalia, cutting off the connection as she Apparated away, concentrating on Thalia's location. Thalia nearly fell back in shock as the slightly short, pretty form of Safira appeared in front of her. "Thalia? Are you alright? Come on, we have to hurry!"

"I'm fine, Safira. We're losing though."

"Not anymore you aren't!" the girl determinedly announced, shooting in blurs so quickly that Thalia couldn't follow. "I've been practicing with centaurs, they've improved my shooting by quite a lot," she offered as an explanation to a staring Thalia. Safira began chanting in Latin and Ancient Greek as she continued slaughtering the monsters, and soon, the ground seemed to shimmer, as well as the air around the Wolf House. Finally, she stopped chanting. "That should keep the monsters from coming back for a while at least. Thalia, take my bow and arrows, they're magically enhanced. I have to go help the demigods free Hecate!"

"But how will you defend yourself?" Thalia yelled back as she and the other Hunters continued shooting.

"I don't need to! No one sees me; I'm too short!" she laughed, skipping away.

"Safira Peverell; crazy," Thalia sighed.

Safira ran to the Wolf House as quickly as possible, weaving through monsters as though they weren't there. Soon, she arrived inside, where Hera was being covered by earth. A girl and a boy were trying to get the earthen cage to open, and she sighed in annoyance. Holding out the Elder Wand, she cast the Cutting Curse, slicing through the cage and therefore freeing Hera.

"Thank you, Safira Peverell!" the Queen of Gods breathed, stretching.