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Chapter 3

Safira ran as soon as she was out the door, laughing freely as she felt the wind in her face. Soon, she reached the Hunters' camp, entering the tents and checking on the Hunters. An hour later, she finished cooking a large meal with Kreacher and Dobby (still alive~), and brought it out to the large table in the center of the tent, finding the other Hunters chatting there, stopping when they saw the huge amounts of food she had placed on the table.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Safira teased, sitting next to Thalia.

Everyone began eating as she turned to Thalia.

"Safira, I haven't seen you for so long!" the older girl exclaimed, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry we didn't meet under better circumstances, but now you can tell me how you've been and what you've been doing!"

"Not much, Thalia. I finished school, missed the graduation by the way because of you," she joked, grinning at her sister.

"You're hiding something. What is it?" Thalia asked, her eyes narrowing as she detected the lie.

"Um…I missed my party?" she offered. "My best friend's in love? I'm a miracle?"

"Safira!" Thalia scolded, dragging her out of the main tent and into her tent. "Okay, we're alone. Now tell me."

Safira sighed, the tiny girl looking up at Thalia's tall form. She began explaining.

"Okay, so you know how I told you my school was a special school? My school is Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magic is real, and there's a whole other world out there, the Wizarding World. My parents were magical, and they went to that school too. And that isn't the only place of magic—America, Europe, Africa, everywhere has some sort of magical community. So when my parents graduated school, they married and had me. And at the time that they were born, there was a Dark Lord on the rising—the worst yet. He called himself Lord Voldemort, but lots of people were too scared to say his name, so they called him You-Know-Who, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, like most demigods call the Furies the Kindly Ones, or avoid speaking the names of the gods."

"Anyways, there was a prophecy created, and there were two possible candidates for the prophecy: Neville Longbottom and me. Voldemort heard half of the prophecy, stating that I would have the power to defeat him, so naturally, he decided to finish the girl off before killing the boy, right? So my parents went into hiding under a spell called the Fidelius, meaning that there was a place that no one could see unless they were told by the Secret Keeper, the only one who could tell the secret of where the place was.

"So one of my dad's best friends, Sirius Black, was going to be the Secret Keeper, but they decided it was too obvious and decided to use another one of his friends: Peter Pettigrew. In other words, Pettigrew was with the Dark Lord, he betrayed my parents, framed Sirius, and ran off. The Dark Lord killed my parents, with the Killing Curse, but when he tried it on me, it backfired and killed him. So I was sent to my Aunt and Uncle by the old coot Bumble-Dork, oh, oops, I meant, Dumbledore," she smirked, Thalia laughing.

"I remembered everything though, and then well, I grew up with them, ran away, found you, returned, etc. So Wizarding education is ages 11-18, and there's first year, second year, third year, etc. all the way up to seventh year, and then you graduate. So in my first year, Bumbly-Dork moved the Sorcerer's Stone into Hogwarts, which was really stupid of him. I think that he meant for it to be a test for me. Anyways, the Sorcerer's Stone gives the Elixir of Life, which in turn makes people immortal, and the Stone can also turn anything into gold.

"But first off, there are four Houses in Hogwarts: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor, each named after the Founders of Hogwarts. Slytherin values cunning, Ravenclaw knowledge, Hufflepuff loyalty, and Gryffindor bravery, and I went into Ravenclaw, where I met Hermione, my friend.

"I didn't follow the trick, just stayed in the tower, and Voldemort, who was actually hiding away in the back of my stuttering Defense teacher's head, almost got away with the Stone, except I shot him with a silver arrow just to see what happened—I was invisible, by the way, and he vanished, not monster dust, just vanished, like poof! Anyways, I ran back.

"The next year, I met Luna, my other friend. The year was alright, it was just the Defense teacher. I got detention with him, he was horrible, trying to get close to me. Humph! I showed him! He even touched my shoulder, leaned close to me, it was disgusting! I read his thoughts, he thought I was beautiful and perfect for him. He was thinking of another detention to ra*e me! He couldn't move for a month!" she smugly said.

"Anyways, the idiot left me alone after that. Then there was this huge basilisk going around petrifying people—I stopped it by talking to it and learning that it was being forced to try and kill everyone. So I broke the bond and set it free in the woods—it really like hunting and promised not to hurt the centaurs or unicorns there—I owe them by the way, they improved my shooting by a lot!

"And then I found out this Weasley girl was behind everything, so I shot her in the hand just to see what would happen. She just screamed; she's a fangirl by the way, crazy about me, and trying to get me to marry one of her brothers. So after that, I Obliviated her; made sure she didn't remember it was me, then went and stole the dark diary she was writing in.

"Turns out it was a piece of Voldemort's soul—kept him anchored and not leaving, you know? And then I just let him go; the poor guy was practically begging for death, so I asked Serena, that's the basilisk's name, to give me a drop of venom that I used to kill the diary."

"Then third year, Sirius Black escaped. I knew he was innocent, but I didn't really care; he was one of those boys that slept with everyone and charmed people randomly, but at least Azkaban released that person and made him more responsible. Anyways, he found me at the end of the year by breaking Luna's leg and dragging her into a shack. I heard a creature calling for help under him and asked for it.

"He got confused but gave it to me anyways, then summoned Pettigrew, who was a Weasley's rat, by the way. I told him I knew he was innocent, and then he just smiled and ran away. Really weird…anyways, I got him cleared with Pettigrew under a truth potion. He offered to let me live with him, so I just told him okay as long as he let me do what I want. I barely ever saw him…anyways, fourth year…some sort of tournament. Someone forced me to compete; I just agreed but didn't fight. You should have seen their faces; it was hilarious!" giggled Safira, followed by Thalia.

"They were forced to give me the prize anyways, I didn't even need to try! Anyways, I had to rescue some blubbering boy for the next task—there are three tasks—and I saw him and just left him for good since I hate those idiots!"

Venom laced her words at that point. Then her voice softened into a giggle.

"He almost drowned; I wish he did! But Dumb-Old-Dork just rescued him. Then there was a maze; I didn't really try…but some guy just pushed me in; so I figured why not just get the gold? So I just blasted my way through the hedges, and arrived at the center no problem.

"But when I grabbed the prize, it brought me to this graveyard where this guy made my mind really confused. Then Voldemort, the Dark Lord, got resurrected, tried to duel me, and lost because I kept casting Cutting Curses on every side of him. I don't think he was very happy about that," giggled Safira.

"I killed the male who touched me. No male deserves to kiss my feet, much less bind me to a stone. He died slowly and painfully, just the way he deserved it," she hissed, her eyes furious.

Baring her teeth in disgust, Thalia responded, "Of course; the idiot."

"Yes, well, unfortunately he didn't expect the consequences," she smirked darkly. "I returned to the castle with the cup. The next years were spent studying. The centaurs perfected my speed and shooting; and I can rival the elders now.

"I studied well, avoided trouble mostly, and improved my Hunting…well, except for when I spoke with Serena…she's still down there, by the way. Anyways, I went past seventh year two years early, but in my sixth year, Dumb-Old-Dork tried bringing me to a cave by the sea, saying something about Voldemort. When I said no, he told me about something called a Horcrux, saying I had to hunt them down, whatever, and I just told him no. Then he left and died that night.

"Not that I really cared…next year, Luna, Hermione, and I went into hiding. Well, it wasn't really called hiding when I Apparated into Death Eater spots and started hexing them into Tartarus but…it was close enough."

She grinned widely.

"We destroyed the Horcruxes quickly enough, and eventually traveled back to Hogwarts without problem. Then I just sent a Killing Curse at Voldemort, instantly killing anyone with the Dark Mark, and then you called me."

Thalia stared. And stared. And stared. Eventually, after ten minutes of staring, Safira got annoyed. Huffing, she poked Thalia's nose.

"What was that for?" demanded the older girl as she pulled back.

"You were getting creepy."

"Well, your story was pretty unbelievable!" Thalia defended. Then she smiled. "But I believe you. Well done, Safira, and welcome back to the Hunt."