Amongst the Hunted Moons

Harry Potter, second-floor corridor.

I'm dragging my feet, and I know that. It's barely past five in the afternoon and dinner doesn't start till six, the Headmasters note had said he wanted me to be at his office after classes and before dinner, and classes are let out at four, giving the students time to unwind and relax before dinner, unless your Hermione who immediately gets started on homework and quizzing me about words in ancient Greek.

After I dropped off my bag in the common room and told Ron and Hermione I'd see them at dinner I had left Gryffindor Tower and set off in the most roundabout way to the Headmaster's office, going down all my favorite side corridors, secret passages, and back hallways all to avoid going to a meeting I knew I had no choice but to attend, well that and just avoiding large crowds in general, but now I've run out of odd ways to get to the corridor on the second floor that holds the secret entrance to the Headmasters office, and as I walk down the windowless hallway I can't help but think whose brilliant idea was it to make this part of the castle so open to the outside? Does the snow get in when it's winter? What about the rain? Like, why altogether? Probably should ask Hermione this stuff, she'd know.

I stop right out front of the gargoyle standing guard over the Headmaster's office, and just look up at it, sighing, I really didn't want to do this.

I jump a bit when the gargoyle speaks up "They're waiting for you, Ya know?" He speaks in a Gravelly voice, like two rocks getting rubbed together and somehow making sound to form words, "Yeah, I know. I'm-I'm just not looking forward to it." I tell the gargoyle, it nods its head before saying right back, "It's not like you're in trouble kid, it's just a private chat, and if you ask me the Headmaster was in a good mood about it. So go on then, speak up." Before going still as it waits for the password.

I sigh before saying Skittles and the statue hops aside for me as I begin to ascend the stairs to the Headmaster's office.

I get to the small waiting room right outside of the main office, a Crescent shaped room with a couple of comfy-looking chairs with a table, and a chess set in between them, a couch on the other side, the whole room is decorated in the four house colors, like a crazy clash of colors and to be honest, suited the Headmaster perfectly in my opinion. As I walk up to the door and raise my hand to knock, I hear Headmaster Dumbledores' voice call out, "Come in Mister Potter, it is open." I hesitate for a second before opening the door to his office, which was filled with odd bobbles and knickknacks as always.

"Come, have a seat, Harry." He says as he gestures to one of the chairs in front of him, the other one already has somebody in it, I can feel her forest green eyes looking at me as I keep my eyes firmly on the Headmaster as I take the seat offered. He smiles at me and offers me a lemon drop but I turn it down, "Now Harry, allow me first to tell you that you are not in any trouble be that in the vain of school rules or academics which has shown vast improvements since you started at Hogwarts two years ago, I might add." He pauses and looks at me, to see if I have anything I just nod my head as I look at his desk.

He speaks up again after I nod, "And I had learned just a few moments ago that you have already met our guest over the summer, but for propriety's sake I will introduce her nonetheless, it is my pleasure to introduce you to Miss Atatlanta Claydon, a Hunter of Diana." I look over to Miss Atalanta at this, she's sitting cross-leg in the chair next to mine, wearing almost the same outfit I saw her in last time, but her green shirt has a cartoon cat dressed up like a medieval knight with "we must slay the red dot." Under it, she smiles at me before saying "Hey kiddo, how ya been?"

Not knowing what to say I just shrug and mumble good under my breath as I look away. "Um, Headmaster Dumbledore, what is a Hunter of Diana?" I ask him, knowing he might give me an answer as opposed to the woman sitting next to me, "Ah, for that I think I'll leave it to the Hunter herself to explain." He says politely as he turns to face her, hopefully missing my grimacing at it. Atalanta turns in her chair and faces me as I go back to looking at the desk. "The Hunters of Diana is the organization that I told you I belong to. What we do is pretty simple: we work with the MCUSA to hunt down dangerous creatures within the Americas, making sure they don't break the stature of secrecy. I'm not talking about your run-of-the-mill creatures either, we might hunt down Griffin every now or then, but we go after legitimate threats, XXXXX class creatures. We are talking about manticores, dragons, drakons, Acromantula, Thunderbirds, and-" I cut her off by saying "Basilisk's?" She stops but nods her head, "Those too kiddo."

"It was that you slew the one here that had caught Miss Claydon's employer's attention, when she had heard of the story she immediately came to Hogwarts to verify it. When Miss Phaesporia-" Dumbledore was explaining before I interrupt him "Light Bringer?" I ask, confused.

"...Yes, that is what her name means, Mister Potter," Dumbledore says carefully as Harry blushes when he realizes he had rudely interrupted him. I can feel Atalanta looking at the side of my head, but I don't turn to look. "When Miss Phaesporia showed up and initially asked about the event, I had told her all parties that were a part of it were underage and that I could and would not tell her any details. Until she had brought up why the story was of such interest to her, I had listened to her proposal and decided that I would acquiesce to her request." At this point, Miss Atalanta had snorted.

When we both turned to look at her she apologized for the interruption, "Sorry, it's just that my boss isn't the type to take no for an answer in anything she wants. Even if the Headmaster had the gall to tell her no, she would either do it anyway or find a way to. No offense to you, Headmaster Dumbledore." To Dumbledore's credit, all he does is laugh and wave it off, "Yes, Miss Phaesporia did strike me that type, so no offense taken, Miss Claydon." He says with a warm smile.

"But we are getting a bit off track, you see Mister Potter, the leader of the Hunters of Diana had offered to send one of her hunters to come to assess you and if you are found to have a, let's say a natural inclination, to the work that they do, the Hunter would stay on at the school for the year to give you some of their basic training and teach you about the types of creature they hunt," Dumbledore explains pausing once again for me to ask any questions. All I can do is nod my head in understanding and Dumbledore continues "Excellent, now since it would be a tad unfair to ask you to take on what would be essentially an extra class I have asked Miss Atatlanta to grade you in this, a simple pass-fail grade, which will be added to your Care of Magical Creature and Defense against the Dark Arts studies this year." He informs me to which I just nod at before asking "So, does that mean this is voluntary?" The Headmaster and Miss Atatlanta looked at one another and I knew what he was about to say.

"While, yes this a voluntary class Mister Potter, I would advise not turning it down. This is a great opportunity for you, The Hunters of Diana are a very selective group in who they recruit, for them to reach out to you in this way speaks of what potential they see in you, the same potential I and the rest of the Professors here see in you, Harry." He tells me, in a roundabout way he's telling me that no, I don't have a choice in this, his comment on my potential almost gets me to laugh, I'm useless and stupid, and I doubt I have any true potential, so I just sigh and nod my head.

"Okay, I-I guess I'll do it," I tell him, and the Headmaster smiles at me, his eyes twinkling as he does. "Excellent Harry! I will leave it to you and Miss Claydon to work out a schedule that would work for both of you, while she is acting in a teaching position here at the school, she will be unable to award or take away points, seeing you are the only student in her, shall we say, class. She will also be unable to assign any detentions or homework. However, she will be able to talk to a professor and ask them to give points based on your performance. Now, do you have any questions for either me or Miss Claydon?" He asks me and I once again shake my head, he nods before checking the old clock on the wall.

"Well, we are close to dinner so unless you have anything else to add Miss Claydon, I think we should send young Mister Potter on his way, hm?" Miss Atalanta just turns to me and says "I was thinking Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays in the evening after classes get out but before dinner, what do you think?" I just nod my head for a second without thinking, before jerking my head up and saying " I have Quidditch practice on Saturday, real early in the morning." I tell her hoping to get out of it, she just nods her head and suggests I take a nap before showing up then. I just sag in my seat before nodding and looking at the Headmaster, "Am I excused, sir?" He has an odd look on his face but says yes to me anyway. As I get up he turns back to Miss Atatlanta and asks her " Are you sure you will not reconsider Miss Claydon?"

"I'm fine for right now, I'm still scouting the forest and want to make sure the area I have planned to train him in is cleared of anything too nasty, besides it gives me a chance to prowl around for that other thing we talked about," Atalanta says as I reach the door and walk out, I barely catch what Dumbledore says before the door shuts behind me "And what of the-" I don't hear the rest as the door closes with a click. I make my way down the stairs and off to the great hall before stopping, my stomach twists at the thought of being around a lot of people, and I'd rather avoid Draco doing his best fainting impression while yelling "Scarhead" at the top of his lungs like a screaming baby, honestly, the guy needs a better hobby.

I turn on my heel, not feeling in the best of moods. I start heading up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower, following the curling pathway beside the main corridor I make it to the top floor where the Owlery is located. I open the door and the smell of owl pellets and droppings hit me as I step into the room, seriously, does no one clean up here?

I take out my wand, whipping it in a wide circle and casting a Maximum version of the Scourgify spell, it cleans out most of the mess in the Owlery as I walk over to the North facing window, it's also without glass to let the owls come and go as they please. I hear a few berks or hoots at me in thanks. I wave to them as I sit down at the opening, legs dangling over the grounds as I lean against the black metal bar to stop people from falling from the tower.

The sounds of fluttering wings and the familiar feeling of owl Talons on my shoulder tells me who it is before I could even call her, I rub the side of my head against Hedwig and she hoots softly.

"No, it's just been a long day and I don't feel like going down to dinner." Hedwig hoots again, nipping my ear.

"No, I just don't feel like being around everyone right now." She barks at me, puffing up angrily.

"I know girl, but I'm used to missing a meal or two, it's not gonna kill me," I tell her, she hoots again but deflates.

"Yes, I promise to eat a big breakfast in the morning. I swear I'll even save you some bacon. How about that?" She preens, pleased with what I said as I shake my head with a smile, such a silly wonderful bird I have.

We enjoy the quiet and the sunset together, no one but us, well us and the floating Dementors far over the forbidden forest, by they were too far away to count. I wonder why I reacted like that? Passing out and all that rot. I mean I understand the cupboard and my uncle but who was screaming? That made no sense, I wonder what spell Professor Lupin used to cha- Bang!

I hear the owlery door open and footsteps behind me, I stiffen at the sound and turn my head around to look over my shoulder. "Ichabod!? Where are you? You ornery owl." The girl says in a high posh voice, she has her long blond hair done into an elaborate braid, that is over her right shoulder and hanging down her front. She has high cheekbones, a button nose, and purple eyes. She has a small smirk on her face as she looks around for her owl, well, right before she spots me and her face drops to a sneer, ah! Green trim robes, that's why.

"What are you doing here Potter?" She asks, the sneer never leaving her face, "Breaking school rules again, I see." She says in an angry tone. "Um, no. I'm just sitting here enjoying the view." I tell her, honestly confused by her tone of voice and accusation.

"Oh, then do tell, where are your robes?" The girl says in the same tone of voice. I look down, and sure I'm not wearing my school robes but I do have my jacket on. "In my trunk," I tell her and her face gets even more of a hard look, "I don't have to wear my school robes unless we're at a feast or if someone is visiting the school. So long as everything else is present and the teachers can see the Gryffindor crest and tie then I'm in dress code." I tell her, she looks taken aback by it before asking where in the school rules is that. "Section 3, subsection 6, paragraph 4." I spouted out due to it being drilled into my head.

She has the funniest look of confusion on her face I can't help but smile a bit at. "How in the Witchfather did you know that? You can barely read a book let alone remember anything." She remarks in a scathing tone. I just shrug and say "Hermione."

"Granger," she says in a voice full of scorn, "of course, it would be Granger helping you out, you'd be no better than a squib if it wasn't for her." Oww, I mean, she's right but still. I open my mouth to retort as a large-horned owl flies down and lands on her shoulder. "Ah, there you are Ichabod," she says to the owl before pulling out an envelope from her pocket, "To mu-To mother and father if you please." She tells Ichabod the owl before he takes it and flies off out of the open window.

I watch it take to the sky, soaring out to wherever it's going, unable to stop the envy I feel at that kind of freedom. I sigh looking out over the incoming night sky with a small smile, it was my favorite time of day. "Well?" Says the girl behind me, and I don't even hold back the groan that escapes my mouth, why can't she just leave me alone.

"Well, what?" I snap at her, turning to her, angry at this random girl who walked in and started insulting me for no reason but who I am. She looks taken aback again, good. "Why aren't you at dinner with your fan club? Tired of us mere mortals?" She asks after recovering, I sigh, breathing out my anger trying to keep it under control, not trusting my mouth I just shrug and turn back around.

"You're just as conceited as Draco says you are, aren't you?" She says, I can hear the sneer in her voice when she does.

It's at this point Hedwig has had enough, turning around on my shoulder she puffs up and barks at the girl, spreading her wings and getting ready to chase her off from me, I hear her gasp a bit, so I reach up and put my hand on Hedwig's head, "No girl, we don't need a rumor of Harry Potter's crazy attack owl floating around." I feel her lower her wings as she hoots harshly, "I know girl, but it doesn't matter." She gives one last dismissive hoot before turning back around on my shoulder.

"Is it so hard to believe that I just want to be left alone?" I sigh out.

The girl doesn't say anything for a moment, and by the time she would have the door to the Owlery opens again. "-mione, if he isn't here I'll eat my new wand." I hear Ron say as I turn and look. Ron and Hermione had just walked in, Ron's hands are filled with napkin-wrapped sandwiches, and Hermione carrying three goblets and a pitcher they probably took from dinner. The girl had turned to see them as well, and the moment she and Hermione locked eyes it felt like the Owlery drops -10 degrees in an instant.

Hermione glares at the blond Slytherin for a moment before saying, in a very cold tone of voice for her, "Greengrass." Oh, right Daphne Greengrass, that was her name!

Daphne answers right back in the same cold tone, "Granger. I see you come following your precious boy-who-lived all the way to the Owlery, waiting on him hand and foot, hmm?" I flinch at the name, I hate that name, it's a stupid name.

"I'm surprised that you're not dry-humping Malfoy's other leg, or did Parkinson kick you off to get to both?" Daphne scoffs, "Like I would do anything for that little weasel, he, much like yourself, is far beneath me." She tosses her braid over her shoulder before cocking her hip and crossing her arms. "You're going down this year, Granger, I'll be taking the top spot this year, showing you once and for all your nothing but dirt beneath my heels." With that said she moves around Hermione and out of the Owlery as Ron and I just stare at Hermione in shock.

"What was that about?" I ask, that was quite unlike the Hermione I knew. "Hm? Oh, that was Daphne Greengrass, she's held the number two spot for our year the past two years in a row, mind you it's only been by two or three grades, but still number two. We have a bit of a rivalry." She says this all matter of fact, I just nod dumbly to it because wow. I look at Ron and he just shrugs before coming over and sitting on the floor next to the window. Hermione takes the spot opposite of him and puts the jug and goblets.

As they sat down and passed me a sandwich they explained that when they didn't see me at dinner they nicked what they could and went out to find me, apparently, it was either here or the astronomy Tower where I'd most likely be and they had check here first. We sit and chat about classes and how we think the year will go, avoiding any talk about Black or what happen on the train, I'm thankful for that. It's weird having friends, and I guess that's what they are now, no Dudley to chase them off and they don't seem to mind that im dumb or a freak. As the sun finally dips past the horizon and the stars come out I can't help but watch them, it's a lot different here than it is at Privet Drive, not much light pollution to black them out. I can almost name all the constellations by now, it's peaceful here.

"So," Ron begins "What was the talk with Dumbledore about?" He asks before taking a sip of pumpkin juice. I had almost forgotten about that when he asked, "oh, um apparently me killing the Basilisk was a bigger deal than we thought, a group from America had heard about it and sent someone to scout me, whatever that means." I tell them

"Well, yes Harry, it is a big deal," Hermione says, and seeing the confused look on my face she explains "Harry, what you did by yourself hasn't been done in almost two hundred years. The last known record of someone killing a Basilisk happened in 1799, it took a full group of 30 trained Aurors to bring it down, and by the end, there was only a handful left, and the one they went after was only half the size of the one you killed."

"Oh." I say a bit surprised, "The group is called the Hunters of Diana, they hunt down things like the Basilisk or dragons, stuff like that. Their boss came and talked Dumbledore into it, it's gonna act as another class that I'll be graded on, the grade is gonna go towards Care or Defense or something like that." I say with a shrug.

Hermione thinks this is a good thing, looking positively ecstatic for me, "Oh, Harry! That sounds wonderful, just think of all the old magic you'll learn about for hunting dark creatures!" She says as Ron nods along, with a confused look. "What?" I ask him, he opens his mouth but closes it, lips pressed into a firm line like he's trying to figure out a tricky question on a quiz.

"It's just I've never heard of them, and Charlie is a bit creature mad when It comes down to it mate, if there was a group of hunters like that, then he should have heard about them and gone off on a rant about how creatures like that should be protected, not hunted." He says as he strokes his chin in thought, I look over to Hermione, who also looks a bit confused. "Have you never heard of them?" I ask and she shakes her head. "No, but I haven't looked up much of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, who im assuming they work for?" She asks me and I just give her a confused look.

"The MCUSA Harry." She tells me,

"Oh, yeah I think that's what Dumbledore called it," I reply with a nod. Hermione takes a sip of her juice before saying, "I'll look into them when I have the time Harry, but this does seem like a great opportunity to learn from someone who knows how to take down the dangerous creatures with magic." I frown, thinking about the only time I saw Miss Atalanta in action, she didn't have a wand, she had a bow.

I tell Hermione about it, and she looks confused about the lack of a wand but instead starts to interrogate me about how I saw her in action, which leads to me telling to them about the vampires that attacked, whoops, must have forgotten to tell them about that because their faces. "Harry James Potter! This is what you are supposed to tell us about!" She yells at me, I flinch at the volume. "Why? All you would do is yell at me about it." I say back in a weak voice, scooting away from her.

"No Harry, well yes. But im not yelling at you, I'm yelling about what happened." She sighs out with an odd look on her face as she stares at me.

"How about we just move on from that? It happened, Harry is fine, let's move on to the scary girl with cat ears killing vampires with a bow." Ron says holding up his hands in a placating way, Hermione huffs out with an angry look on her face. None of us figure out why she had used a bow and not a wand, so we pack up the goblets and jug and drop it off back in the great hall before going back to Gryffindor Tower.

Hogwarts Quidditch pitch Saturday.

The note had come on Friday, delivered by a hawk of all things, it was simply a date, time, and place for my first lesson with Miss Atalanta. So at three o'clock in the afternoon, I started my way down to the pitch a place I was at this morning, bloody Oliver Wood wanted to do practices from five in the morning to almost noon, the mad man. I did like what was suggested and I took a nap in between it all, didn't really help. I sigh out as I walk down the wooden steps to the field, dressed in shorts, an oversize shirt, and my jacket. It was still a bit hot, but I didn't mind.

Hitting the tunnel I hear her call out, "Hey kiddo, good to see you made it. We're a bit early but they only have the pitch for another 10 minutes or so." Miss Atalanta says as I walk up. She is leaning against the wall at the end of the tunnel, by her feet are two quivers full of arrows of all things, but I guess that makes sense, she did use a bow.

"Who has it right now?" I ask in honest curiosity, but I answer my own question as I step out of the tunnel and look up, seeing blurs of green and I can't stop the groan coming out of me. Miss Atalanta looks at me and asks "What's wrong?" With an eyebrow raised. I sigh, "It's just the people practicing are my houses rivals, if they see me here they're gonna flip, so I'll just-" I never get to say what I'm gonna do as I hear the Captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint, call out.

"Potter! What the hell are you doing here? Come to spy 'av ya?" I have my back turned to him but I can still feel the sneer on his face, I turn around to face him, oh look at that I was right. "No Flint, I'm not here to do anything like that. I was asked to be here at four, if Wood was gonna send someone to spy on you I'd think he'd send someone less conspicuous, you know?" I tell him honestly, his sneer starts to lessen as his eyes flick between me and Miss Atalanta.

"Seriously, if I knew you guys were here I would have been late to this," I tell him as Miss Atalanta gets up from leaning on the wall and walks over, "He's being honest, I reserved the pitch after you guys and told him to meet me here, I didn't know that this, whatever it is, was gonna be a problem." She says as she gestures between me and Flint, for the most part, he seems to believe Miss Atalanta, and as he opens his mouth to say something, but someone, a very unwelcomed someone I might add, yells out before him.

"Scarhead! What are you doing here? Come to see the better seeker play and steal his moves?" Malfoy asks with a much more pronounced sneer on his pointed face, why can't he just leave me be? All because I turned down a handshake two years ago when he was being rude?

By this time all of the Slytherin team had landed and were grouped up together, I just sigh and tell them Malfoy, "No, I'm just here at the wrong time Malfoy, I didn't come here to watch." He just huffs at me, "As I'd ever believe that Scarhead."

I open my mouth to retort, but Miss Atalanta cuts me off, "As much as I want you to watch you two get into a dick measuring contest, you have exactly," she checks her wristwatch for the time "Three minutes before the field is mine, shouldn't you be wrapping whatever the hell you all are doing?" She asks in a flat tone, and Malfoy turns on her. "Who the bloody hell are you?" He asks in that normal angry tone.

"I'm the girl who reserved the pitch for four o'clock, so pack up and get out of here, you're cutting into my time." Miss Atalanta said, her tone having a creeping touch of steel in it. Malfoy either doesn't notice it or doesn't care, "Well, practice doesn't end till the seeker has caught the snitch, and I feel off my game today. Might take a few more hours." He says dismissively, a few more hours? What? "You have been out here since around lunch, how have you not caught it by now?" I ask genuinely confused, I'm nearsighted but even I'm not that bad, normally it only takes me only a few minutes to find it.

It was the wrong thing to say by how red Malfoy's face gets, but it gets even worse when Miss Atlanta snorts, "Oh, what's so funny you disgusting little Mudblood, bet you can't even fly in a straight line." He says as he turns to Miss Atalanta with a glare. Flint and two of the other players eye Malfoy with an unfriendly look as the rest giggle like idiots.

Miss Atalanta just raises an eyebrow in question before turning to me, "Harry, I feel like he's trying to insult me, so what's a Mudblood?" She asks with a look of confusion on her face, that question leaves the Slytherin team also with a confused look.

"Er, it-its a racial slur for, you know, Muggleborns." I say feeling a bit uncomfortable at the moment with her eyes on me, "Okay, and what's a Muggleborn?" She asks as a follow-up if her last question confused the Slytherin team, this one throws them for a loop. "A magical child born to non-magical parents," I explain as her face adopts a look of understanding. "Oh! You're talking about Mundanes, wow, talk about culture clash, huh?" She says with a shake of her head before turning back to the group.

"I'm not whatever-born, I'm technically a Mundane as well." Miss Atalanta states in a matter-of-fact tone the same one Hermione uses when she corrects me or Ron. It takes a few seconds for Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team to work out what she just said, but they get there.

"Wait, you're a Muggle!?" Malfoy says, disgust on his face, Miss Atalanta just shrugs and says "Sure if that's what Mundane is called here." Malfoy and a few on the team look at her with disgust, while the rest look at her in surprise. "What is a disgusting Muggle doing here? Has that old crackpot finally lost it! You shouldn't even allow licking the boots of your betters, let alone be on Hogwarts grounds." Malfoy says in a vile tone of voice, but this was evidently the wrong thing to say, for Miss Atalanta crosses her arms and glares at Malfoy, "My betters?" She asks, her tone dripping with venom. Malfoy is either too dense or too dumb to see the danger he's in, and he just smiles at her and tells her he is.

Miss Atalanta just smiles at him, but it's all teeth before turning around and walking back over to the quivers against the wall, taking one of the arrows from within. She spins it between her fingers as she walks out to the field, "Harry, which one is the snitch?" She asks as she pulls the black multi-tool from her jacket pocket.

"Um, it-it's the golden one, with wings," I tell her, and she just nods and opens up the multitool which unfolds into a black bow with golden accents, this causes someone on the Slytherin team to gasp as she notches the arrow and aims off to her right way above the ground. "There is no way you'll be able to hit it with your pathetic mug-" but that's as far as he gets as Miss Atalanta releases her shot, and a ~ping~ is heard, "-gle weapon…" Malfoy trails off with a shocked look as Miss Atalanta catches the falling snitch and her arrow landing far downfield. She walks up to Malfoy with an angry look on her face as she shoves the snitch into his chest, "Well look at that, your player caught his ball, looks like you better pack up because your three minutes are up, and get the hell off my field. Now." She says this with so much force I flinch, as does half the Slytherin team.

She pushes Malfoy aside and starts to walk back over to me shaking her head when Malfoy decides to do something stupid and draws his wand, leveling it at Miss Atalanta's back. "It's time someone put you in your place, you muggle bitch." He says.

Everything slowed down for me, as I flick my wrist to draw my wand, Miss Atalanta turns her head, eyes narrowed and she lets go of her bow. She had gotten maybe six feet away from Malfoy by then, but when she turned to him she moved. In less than half a second she had crossed those six feet, grabbed his wrist, twisted it to where the wand was no longer pointing at her, brought her leg behind his, and then punched him in the chest, knocking him over and onto the ground at the same time her bow hit it. With her free hand, she rips Malfoy's wand from his hand and puts her bare foot on his chest, keeping him pinned.

She looks up to the rest of the Slytherin team who had frozen in shock, "Let me make this very clear to you all, the next person who points a wand at me will find themselves being made into an accurate representation of a stick puppet. Now, you've caught your snitch and your time is up, pack your shit and leave. My. Field. Before you all start looking like target practice to me." She says the last part with so much venom that no one thinks about questioning her, Flint snaps everyone out of it and tells them practice is over. Getting Malfoy up by roughly pulling him up and smacking the back of his head; he tells him to head to the common room, no stops.

He mutters something about his father under his breath before stomping away, Flint gets Malfoy's wand back from Miss Atalanta while eyeing her warily, and within ten minutes the Slytherin team had left.

Miss Atalanta watches them like a hawk, bow in hand, eyeing anyone who seems to be moving too slow. When they all clear out she lets out a sigh.

"That was…" I trail off, not knowing what to say, scary? Awesome? Badass? She just shrugs like it wasn't a big thing moving that fast. "Listen kiddo, we've got a lot to do and a lot to talk about, but there's something you need to know first." Miss Atalanta says as she turns to look at me, her face as serious as when she was threatening the Slytherin team.

I swallow the lump in my throat, I honestly can say that I don't like how she's looking at me.

"It's something your Headmaster probably wouldn't want me to tell you, but I think you need to know because not knowing could get you killed and I'm not about to let that happen, okay?" I just nod my head, thinking this was about Sirius Black, but I can't help but have this creeping sense of Deja Vu come over me.

"I promise I'll answer all the questions I can, but I may not have the answers you want or like, okay?" Miss Atalanta informs me as the sense gets worse, but nod my head anyway, she takes a deep breath and says.

"You're a Demigod Harry."

All I can do is stare at her dumbly before asking.

"I'm a what?"

Notes:

BOOM chapter is done!

A bit longer than my normal ones, but I'm sure y'all won't mind. But the reveal is out! How will Harry react to this shit, you'll have to read the next chapter to find out.

For those of you who don't know, Atalanta is fast, like freakishly fast. She was faster than any other mortal in her time beating anyone who challenged her in a foot race while she was decked out in full weapons and armor and they just had tunics.

Also, no. This was not Malfoy bashing, he was raised on the belief that Muggles and Muggleborns were lesser than him, and seeing a muggle in school triggered him.

Also, yes. Atalanta wasn't a Demigod, she was just pure unadulterated badass.

So Daphne is in this, her having a rivalry with Hermione over grades is one of my favorite things that the fandom has made up so I'm going with it. No idea if I'll do anything else with her.

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